#OFC THO NO PRESSURE AND IS NOT NECESSARY !!!

[candyredterezii]

the negatives of moving into my first new place in November is that I also have to buy christmas presents, so balancing that and saving money for rent and future bills has been Difficult

but on the brighter side, my birthday is in the first week of December, so I'll hopefully get a lil extra money from that. and also christmas money when it gets there

[strlingsav]

hear me out: team 141& female reader go to the bar post successful mission, everyone's a lil too drunk, she makes a move on ghost but he's like "ok uve had too much" (I dnt think he's rly drunk tho) and he brings her back to his room to take care of her, but hes like wait "I've always wanted you" THEN THE HOT AND STEAMY STUFF *ofc it's all consensual*

Ohhhhhhh yes, right up my alley 👀

Always

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

— Your Lieutenant confesses his feelings.

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

It wasn't your idea to go out; it was never anyone but Soap that always suggested a pint at the bar around the corner. A run-down dive bar across the street from the base, where every soldier knew it was the best place for cheap drinks and entertainment.

It was the kind of place that belonged to the coarse, gruff men that chain-smoked and didn't want to go home sober. The kind that kept their eyes on you as you wandered in, before turning their interest back to the beer in front of them.

You shared a table with the squad. You were a bit hesitant to join them after hearing the stories Soap told about the place. The time he nearly had a dart thrown in his chest during a drunken game, or when he'd lost a lot of money during a pool match. Nonetheless, you'd been convinced, citing something like, "one time can't hurt".

It was filled with cigarette smoke, classic-rock, and the heavy smell of beer. Price lit up a cigar, puffing on it from the far end of the table. He seemed to enjoy the music and beer, not paying much attention to the ongoing conversation between you. Gaz and Soap had been ragging on each other, Ghost joining in when he felt it necessary.

Soap was already a few drinks in, pressuring you to keep up with him. You could, and did, though you knew you'd have to walk back afterward and thoroughly regretted the three you'd already had.

Ghost sat beside you, a hand around his glass of bourbon, quietly surveying the conversation, chiming in with a scoff or witty comment about Soap's intelligence every so often.

"You are not a Scotsman," You shook your head, watching the drunken man nod his head along to the guitar and drums from the speakers.

"Piss off," He sneered. "What are you on about?"

"You can't hold your liquor," You said back, leaning forward with a smug grin.

"And you can? I'm drinkin' you under the table."

"We're even," You rolled your eyes, sitting back. "'Sides, I'm savouring it."

"Shite's gettin' warm in your hand!" He exclaimed.

You narrowed your eyes, shooting the last of your beer back.

"Let's do a few shots, then. And grab me another beer."

His eyes lit up, a smirk on his face. "Now you're talkin' kid." He shuffled out of his seat, stumbling every so slightly as he headed toward the bar.

"He won't stop 'til he's ahead of ya," Ghost said, leaning into your ear.

You shivered. The timbre of his voice in your ear brought goosebumps to the surface of your skin. Looking over at him, you furrowed your brows, inspecting his eyes. Dark and void, no flecks of any other colour to be seen. They were deep and mesmerizing, a black hole ready to suck you in. You noticed you'd been staring longer than normal, pursing your lips before shifting your gaze.

"I know," You were distracted now with the image of Soap, carrying four shot glasses filled with a mysterious liquid. "It's fun to see him try though."

"More entertainin' watchin' him act like a git."

You grinned.

Price then announced he was heading out, mumbling, "I ain't in the mood for watchin' you drunks all night."

You'd bid him good night, but not before trying to convince him to stay. He'd resigned himself to a night in, drinking his expensive liquor, puffing his cigar in the privacy of his own office. He left with a short goodbye, warning the rest of you not to get out of control.

Soap set the shots down, handing you yours with a polite smile.

"Think we should cheers," He said, sitting down. His speech was now obviously slurring. "To another fuckin' mission finished, and to gettin' back home, away from you fuckers."

You shrugged, colliding your glass with his, before tipping it back and letting it slide down your throat. You shut your eyes, swallowing harshly, nearly choking on the burn in your chest.

"Jesus," You were hoarse, a strangled sound leaving your lips. You recognized the flavour of the drink- vodka. "Nasty."

You sat back, your eyes scanning the bar. It was getting harder to see straight- ghost trails and lazy blinks disrupting your vision. A deep breath in did nothing to clear your head, but damn did it feel good.

"Here," He handed you the second.

You hadn't quite recovered from the first, still feeling it sitting in your throat. Your ribs shifted with a heavy inhale, desperately trying to swallow the liquid fire. Your eyes landed on Soap, an amused grin across his face, though you'd already gulped down the shot before he could say anything.

He chased his shot with the beer in front of him, a grimace across his face- the same as yours. It hit you within a few minutes, only exacerbating the way everything seemed to blur together.

It felt great. Fucking great, to drink, relax, unwind. Have fun, for the first time in months. Dress in something other than fatigues and twenty pounds of equipment. To shower and brush your teeth with running water. You'd finally de-tangled your hair, appreciated the sweet smell of deodorant, worn makeup. You were reminded of it by Gaz, when he commented that your face looked "different" from the usual.

Your head turned, catching Ghost's eyes on the way by, and you smiled softly. It was unintentional, nearly uncontrollable at this point in the evening. He averted his gaze.

You'd always thought highly of him, respected him. You had to. But the causal dress brought out a different side of him, a side that had a sense of humour and didn't mind listening to the back and forth between yourself and Soap. A side you wouldn't mind seeing more often. He wasn't just your Lieutenant now, and your drunken self had taken note of that.

You squinted, trying to imagine the face beneath the mask. His eyes were alluring on their own, and your cheeks flushed at the thought of just how handsome he probably was.

You'd let your guard down, after so long of denying the fact that you were attracted to him, you'd admitted it to yourself. You knew you were digging yourself into a hole, unsure how you'd function while working with him, how you'd ever leave the attraction behind and behave in a strictly professional manner.

It was more difficult to think about drunk than it was while sober. While sober, you could pretend his voice didn't awaken a thrumming in your chest, or that you definitely didn't like the way his fatigues fit his body. But drunk- it was a different story. You'd had your eyes all over him, uncaring and indifferent to whether he noticed or not.

It came with urgency, a giggle bubbling up before you could stop it. It was just another urge you couldn't quite hold in. You'd been studying him, and only when he turned to you, did you realize it. You'd been caught.

"What's funny?" He asked, raising a brow.

You waved your hand, trying to dismiss his question, nearly knocking your empty beer bottle off the table. You caught it with a clumsy hand, pushing it out of reach and clutching your full drink to your chest.

"Lightweight," Soap announced, the usual shit-eating grin on his face.

"Fuck off, Johnny."

"You're a mean drunk, kid."

"I'm not drunk." You noticed that your own speech was slurring now. Your mouth particularly difficult to control, short bursts of giggles exploding without warning. "Okay," You nodded slowly. "Just a bit."

Soap laughed, a loud, boisterous laugh that made you wince. He'd also indulged a bit too much, his cockiness making an unexpected appearance.

"Let's win us a game of pool," Soap said, turning to Gaz.

"I'm not giving you any money," Gaz answered, following close behind as the two made their way to the tables.

You sighed heavily, relishing in the feeling of not being in control. Letting go, falling into the drunken stupor you'd gotten yourself into. It was cathartic. Especially after a gruelling mission.

You turned your attention to Ghost, your head tilting up to look at him.

"Just you and me, Loot," You pursed your lips. "Tell me your war stories."

"Don't have any interesting enough." He took another sip, his lips wet with liquor. You could hardly tear your eyes away.

"Bullshit," You grinned.

He shrugged it off, licking the leftover liquid from his mouth. You'd see his lips before, seen the stubble that lined his chin. You knew he was handsome.

"You should take off the mask," You said, still very intrigued.

"Why's that?" He asked, his gaze flickering between your lips and eyes.

"You're handsome. Not sure why you hide it," You popped a cashew in your mouth from the communal bowl on the table.

"I know. That ain't why I wear it," He said. His eyes fell to the cashews in your hand. "Shouldn't eat those."

You stopped your chewing, furrowing your brows as you set the remaining cashews back in the bowl. He was right; by the looks of it they were old- you hadn't noticed with the blurry haze of liquor distorting your vision.

"Always looking out," You grinned sheepishly. "It's alright to take a night off."

"Not when you're pissed," He commented.

You scowled, "I'm not pissed- I'm tipsy. At the most, a bit drunk." Your tone was harsher than intended.

"You're pissed," He nodded.

"You're deflecting. We were talking about how handsome you are."

"No we weren't," He said, swallowing another gulp.

"Okay," You sighed. Admittedly, it was taking a lot of brain power to follow the conversation. "I was talking about it."

He nodded. "You usually so irritatin' when you're in the bag?"

"Are you usually such a prude?" You snapped.

He shook his head, hiding the grin on his lips with a sip from his glass. You were far too drunk to notice. You wondered if maybe you were a mean drunk, suddenly feeling irrationally guilty for talking to your lieutenant that way.

"I'm sorry," You sighed, desperately wanting to lay your head down on the table, bury your face in your arms and hide your embarrassment.

"It's nothin'." He looked amused.

"I'm sure you're not a prude," You said, eyes wide with concern.

"Far from it."

You raised your brows, suddenly intrigued. Sitting up straight, you shifted to face him entirely.

"I've never seen that side of you."

"No reason to."

"I mean," You swallowed the cold beer, setting it down before staring up at him with narrowed eyes. "I could give you a reason."

Your focus was unrelenting as you scanned his face, searching for any hint of an interested expression. He was unreadable- likely due to the liquor in your bloodstream- and it frustrated you. Now, deeply under the influence, you were irritated and aroused.

"Don't think you know what you're sayin'," His eyebrows dipped in, an unimpressed expression in his eyes.

He'd never seen you in your civilian clothes, or with lipstick on. His mouth had gone dry when he first saw you walk into the bar, not surprising given the tightness in his chest anytime you'd brush past him, compliment him, even say his name. It was unavoidable, especially now, watching you lean in, your inhibitions lowered.

He felt his blood run cold, warmth settling in his groin when your eyes lazily flipped over to look at him, your hand under your chin. You had a coy smile on your face, like you didn't know exactly what you did to him, and he'd be a damn liar if he didn't admit it turned him on even more.

"I know exactly what I'm saying." Your eyes narrowed at him, a short huff of amusement leaving your nose.

He wanted to believe it was true; he'd been around enough drunken soldiers to know that whatever was said usually had some truth to it. He just couldn't imagine a woman like yourself wanting to be attached to a person like him. You were too good; too righteous. Too loyal, trusting. Sometimes it drove him crazy, other times he cherished how much faith you put in him.

"Think you've had enough for the night."

He finished his drink, setting it down. He licked his lips.

"Maybe," You nodded.

Your head was fuzzy, and it was hard to see straight. Reasonably, you knew it was time to call it. You'd pay for it in the morning if you didn't.

"C'mon," He said, nodding his head, urging you to step out of the booth. "We'll head back to base."

You didn't fight him. Your hand reached the table for support as you stood up, missing the empty beer bottle by an inch. Ghost grabbed your arm, an innocent touch that your drunken state turned into something more; a premonition.

You turned back to look at him, a coy smile- even drunk, you were a bit embarrassed to be so clumsy in front of your Lieutenant.

Your arm wrapped around Ghost's as you headed out of the bar, discretely feeling the hard bicep that was hidden beneath the black jacket he was wearing. You squeezed gently, hoping he wouldn't feel your groping. He knew, he could feel your fingers moving, the heat of your palm over his arm. He couldn't help but look over at you, an expression of bliss on your face, eyes half shut.

You made small talk, the night air sobering you up a bit as you wandered across the street. The flickering streetlights made him look even more intimidating than usual, casting a shadow over his eyes, his tall form towering over you. You were aware now of just how close you were to him; you were surprised he'd let you hold his arm, but glad he did. You were somewhat afraid you'd wander off and end up sleeping in a ditch, but mostly you liked how warm he was, how good he felt under your hand.

You knew when he walked you inside that it wasn't the direction of your bunk.

"I'm over there," You pointed.

"You're stayin' with me," He said resolutely. "Can't have you chokin' on your own vomit."

You frowned, "Fair point."

As he let you into his quarters, you were overwhelmed with just how much it smelled like him. A bit of vanilla, cedar, cigarettes. It was almost suffocating, seeping into your senses until you were filled only by him. It was intimate, breathing the same air he lived in. He'd allowed you inside, allowed you to see his most personal space. You took a deep breath at the overwhelming revelation.

Your eyes scanned the room, cataloguing the belongings inside. There weren't many personal items; no photographs or books. Hardly any evidence that he lived there. It was barren, aside from the furniture. You knew him, knew he didn't live like you did. He didn't have family back home that waited for him with loving arms and smiles. He had no reason to frame photos of the people he had loved before.

You stood in the centre of the room, still taking in the environment, sobering up even more when he appeared with a T-shirt and water bottle in hand.

"Here," He said, holding them out to you.

"Is that yours?" You asked, looking over the T-shirt.

He nodded.

You were flustered now, the drunkenness having mostly worn off, your demeanour did a one-eighty once you realized where you'd ended up. Your Lieutenant's room, alone. It was the perfect opportunity to take advantage of, to confess to every single thing you'd ever thought about him. But you couldn't blame it on being drunk anymore, not when you could feel the embarrassment of what you'd said earlier, and mostly regretted it.

"Thank you."

"Y'can change in there," He nodded his head in the direction of the bathroom.

You did, discarding your jacket, shirt and pants. You slid the shirt over your head. It reached the middle of your thighs, a comical look that made you smile at yourself in the mirror. You chugged the water bottle and pulled your hair from your face before leaving the bathroom.

His eyes landed on you, his heart picking in his chest up when he saw you wearing nothing but his shirt. Relaxed, like you were home. It was undeniably arousing. Like you were branded, marked by him. He tried to ignore it, ignore the way your bare feet across his floor sounded so comforting, the way you so willingly wore his clothes, thought nothing of wearing your damn panties around him. He felt something primal clawing at his chest, scratching its way up his throat.

"How you feelin'?" He asked, settling for a nonchalant question, something innocent so you wouldn't suspect he was practically trembling with desire, to touch you- taste you. He took a seat in the chair across the room.

You stepped over to the bed, sitting down on the edge.

"Mostly sober," You breathed out, a small smile on your face. "Sorry, if I said anything out of line."

He nodded; no answer, a nerve-racking response on its own, but his eyes avoided yours. You pushed past the topic, not wanting to dwell on the actions of your drunken self.

"I can sleep on the floor, if you have an extra blanket?" You offered.

He shook his head, "Take the bed. Don't sleep much anyways."

"Why not?" You asked.

"Never have. Too much goin' on in my head."

"Stop thinking for once," You teased.

He inhaled, still slightly distracted by the sight of you, your bare thighs, the shirt inching up as you moved up the bed.

"If only," He replied.

"What keeps you up at night, L.T.?" You asked, a grin of amusement on your face.

You, he wanted to say. You, and your fucking smile. The cadence of your voice, the feeling in his gut he got whenever he felt you next to him, watched you when you weren't looking.

"Paperwork," He teased- though his face showed no evidence of a joke.

You were quiet for a minute, shifting your gaze around the room before returning to his eyes. You smiled, changing the topic again when you concluded he really didn't want to talk about it.

"Thanks for taking care of me tonight."

"You're my responsibility."

Your heart sunk to the pit of your stomach; had he felt responsible for you? Had he only let you cling to him out of obligation? Given you his shirt because it was his duty?

"Oh," You nodded. Your voice was weak, but you tried to hide your disappointment behind a small smile. "Always watching out."

"For you, yeah."

Your gaze narrowed. You wondered if you were still drunk, reading too much into his words, putting meaning where there was none. He sat forward in his seat, attentive, unwavering.

You tilted your head, hoping it would give you an alternative angle to follow, a new lead into the words he'd said. With no success, you leaned back on your hands, ready to interrogate him.

"You don't have to do that," You said, prodding for more. Something substantial, something tangible to sink your teeth into. Some ground to stand on so you could tell how he really felt. "Watch out for me all the time. Especially off duty."

"Can't help it," He said. It was quiet, almost unnoticeable except you'd seen his shoulders tense.

"Why?"

He stood to his feet, and your stomach lurched. He was slow, calculating in his steps, moving closer by the second.

"Think you know."

He stopped before you, his gaze so impenetrable you almost couldn't meet his eyes. His fingers reached up, his knuckles skimming the soft surface of your cheek. You shut your eyes, an inadvertent reaction to the rough feel of his fingers. Your skin was flushed, reddened with the rush of blood your heart was pushing to every nerve.

"Because I'm a liability?" You teased, desperately wanting to ease the tension, to appear unaffected by his words, even though your arms had weakened, every bone turning to liquid inside you. You struggled to keep his gaze, to hold yourself up when he was so domineering, standing tall above you.

His eyes honed in on your lips, giving a small shake of his head. "'Cause I've always wanted you."

You inhaled deeply. It stunned you, to say the least. You'd never seen any hint of attraction from him. He was stoic and unreadable, always. But now, he bore his soul to you. Extending an offer that you were too weak to decline. The room stood still, soft exhales and invisible strain sitting in the air.

You finally met his gaze, cheeks tinged red, an exhale of relief. It was a weight off your shoulders, not having to hide anymore. Knowing he felt exactly the same.

"You've always had me, Lieutenant." You stood to your feet, your head barely meeting his shoulder, but you felt powerful, invigorated with a rush of desire.

He hummed, short, acknowledging, satisfied.

His hand moved from the apple of your cheek to the curve of your waist. His hold was strong and warm, comforting, in a way that made you shiver. A twitch in your body made him chuckle, a deep and inviting sound, that offered no relief of the chill running through your spine.

You couldn't count how many times you'd wished he'd touch you. Intentionally or not, you didn't care, you craved it. You craved the sensation, the heavy pour of molten heat that settled in every bone. The ache between your thighs, never satiated by your own hands, leaving your body to the mercy of your mind, begging and pleading for relief by some measure.

"You still drunk?" He asked, quiet and low.

You shook your head, eyes piercing his gaze with ferocity, a never ending commitment. You couldn't be drunk; not with how obvious it was that his hand was on your waist, clinging to you tightly like he'd lose you if he didn't. Your senses were sharper than they'd ever been, especially with him standing before you.

He pulled the fabric of his mask over his head, freeing his face before you. It was a sight to behold, a moment you wanted to seal in your mind and look back on for years to come. You couldn't help your teeth chewing at your lip, biting back the urge to stand on your toes and kiss him, kiss the lips you'd seen a handful of times but never complemented by his other features. He was handsome. Even more than you'd imagined; a composite of Adonis, embodiment of Ares.

He did your bidding for you, leaning over your shorter frame to bring his lips closer to yours. He waited a moment, wanting to be sure you knew exactly what he intended, what he wanted. You grew tired of the torment, and met him halfway.

He groaned; low and harsh. He absolved you of any responsibility, taking over as he tugged you into his chest. He was a towering figure above you, your neck aching as you reached up to meet his mouth. Your hands lifted to his waist, a gentle hold, still apprehensive. You'd never touched him before, never been able to glide your hands across his sides and envelop him in your arms. It felt right.

In response, his palm reached your cheek, fingers splaying out over your jaw. It was a bit rougher, more motivated. He slipped his tongue in your mouth at the same time, his heavy exhales fanning across your face. He was warm, feverish against you, his body entirely consumed with greed.

He tasted sweet, like caramel and the bitter aftertaste of alcohol still on his tongue. You hummed softly against his mouth, relishing in the moment; your bodies pressed together, lips connected fervidly, hands exploring the expanse of his torso. Your fingers slid down his abdomen, and he pulled back, still holding onto you.

"Y'look good in my shirt."

A slow, smug smile spread over your lips. "Shame you'll have to take it off me," You whispered.

You stood on your toes, pressing your lips to his again. It was an addictive rush, every time you felt the way he pulled you in, the softness in his lips.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, slowly crawling over you to pin you beneath him on the bed, pure desire between your thighs, flames flickering inside you when his gaze lowered.

You pulled the jacket off his shoulders, hands lifting his T-shirt over his head. Your eyes dropped to his stomach, breathing in the muscles lining his navel, the trail of coarse hair disappearing under his jeans, the marks and scars across his entire torso. Your hands inadvertently reached out, tracing every line and contour, his head falling down at your gentle touch.

You pulled his belt open, before he took his time lifting his T-shirt up off your body, watching with uninterrupted focus, taking in every bare inch he could see until you were left nude before him.

"Fuckin' beautiful," He whispered, his lips beside your ear, moving to leave soft kisses against your neck.

Your jugular pounded in your throat, his silken tongue finding your pulse and biting down softly. You whimpered, pulling yourself closer to him as he scattered kisses over your neck and chest. His hands engulfed your breasts, warmth erupting over your body when he left wet kisses over your nipples, a flat tongue following.

"Yes, please," You exhaled, your back arching into him.

He laid down beside you, a smooth transition when your hand on his chest pushed him back against the pillows. You climbed over his lap while he gripped your hips, staring up at you as you rocked over the bulge in his jeans.

He grunted, quickly yanking his waistband and briefs down. His cock lifted from the restraints, painfully erect, the size a bit intimidating but you'd never given up from a challenge. You leaned forward, sliding your panties aside, helping him to press the tip of his cock against your entrance, before you sat back down.

His cock slowly inched inside, an uncomfortable stretch, but you were already so aroused it quickly dissipated when your hips moved forward. He stretched his neck back, pressing into the pillows; your pussy was drenched, with soft, velvet walls that squeezed around him. He gritted his teeth.

"So big, Lieutenant," You exhaled, a guttural sound as you appreciated just how much he filled you.

"No Lieutenant shite," He groaned. "Simon-" He gulped. "Say my name, love."

You leaned over him, resting your hands against the pillows while his hands slid up to your waist. You craned your neck down to press your lips against his, your pussy gliding up and down his cock while his hands guided you.

It was a haze-inducing sight; your lips wide with pleasure, panting softly every time his cock would massage your walls, graze your clit.

"You feel good, sweetheart," He grumbled against your neck. "Fuckin' hell- that's good."

"Yes- fuck," You watched his eyes, the way he'd furrow his brows in an attempt to digest just how good you felt wrapped around him.

His free hand massaged your breasts, grabbing and palming the soft tissue as you thrust your hips against his.

"God, Simon."

"Been waitin' to hear you say my name like that," He said.

You shivered on his cock, your pussy clenching down with appreciation for his words.

You moved forward, your hips working to grind against him, to push his cock inside you, falling back with heavy exhales.

He couldn't handle the slow pace, couldn't handle the restriction- how he couldn't bury himself inside you. He flipped your bodies over, realigning himself with your pussy before diving back inside.

You groaned, clinging to his shoulders, your thighs immediately wrapping around his waist, trembling.

"Lie back," He grunted, his hips rolling against yours. "Lie back and let me take care of you, love."

Your lips parted, a satisfied moan escaping. Your hands reached his hair, fingers digging into his scalp as he thrust his cock inside you, the sounds of your well-lubricated pussy echoing around the room.

He muffled your moans with his lips, panting heavily after pulling away.

"So deep," You mumbled, "Fuck you're so deep, just like that, please."

"Like hearin' you beg, sweetheart," Another grunt.

His fingers reached down to your clit, rubbing side to side in a way that made your abdomen tense. He felt the clench of your pussy around him, letting out a low gasp against your skin.

"Christ, I dreamt about fuckin' you. Havin' you just like this."

"Simon," You whispered.

His hand gripped your thigh, angling it to penetrate deeper inside you.

"Who's this cunt belong to?" Sweat lined his brow, his fingers still moving in circles on your clit.

"Fuck," You squeezed your eyes shut, savouring just how fucking good it felt, the stimulation was enough to have you writhing beneath him, your body begging for an orgasm. "You, shit- 's all yours."

"That's my girl," He grumbled, plunging his cock inside you with even more speed now, triggering waves of pleasure that engulfed your entire body, had you moaning so loudly he covered your mouth with his hand.

"Fuck," He swore, listening to the muffled sounds of pleasure escaping your mouth. "Fuckin' hell. Let it out. I've got you."

You whimpered and whined, his cock driving into you, extending your orgasm. Your eyes rolled back, nostrils flaring as you tried to catch your breath, your thighs and fingers squeezing relentlessly against him.

He had a difficult time holding back; he so badly wanted to hear every single moan and cry that left your lips, but knew the walls were thin. He wouldn't live with himself if anyone found out, if you'd take the brunt of the relentless torment that would surely follow.

He removed his hand when he was sure you'd recovered, so close to his own release he almost didn't have time to tell you. You could read his face, see the expression of pain and pleasure.

"Wherever," You breathed. "Wherever you want."

Your words pushed him past the edge, and his hips stuttered, pressing flush against yours as he released inside you, his cock twitching with every burst.

He sucked in a harsh breath, head tilting up to stare at the ceiling. He thrusted lazily a few more times, before gently falling next to you. A few moments passed, deep breaths and contentment in the air.

"What's in your head now?" You asked, turning on your side.

He nearly smiled, "All clear, sweetheart."

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

Hi Fen, I saw you were looking for feedback & suggestions. Although ofc it's your game, so please don't feel pressured to take any of these:

Is it possible to make the cyclable text stand out more? Maybe bolded or a colour with more contrast? Because there were a few times when I reloaded a previous save to try out a different choice, but I'd miss the cyclable choices because I was skimming through text I'd already read.

Would it be possible to make the content warnings either opt in or opt out? I understand they're necessary to include, but I personally find them a bit spoilery so I'd prefer to choose not to see them if possible.

There's a moment where the MC jokingly calls Samira “mom”, and I felt like it was a bit American/modern for a fantasy setting? But that could just be because I'm not American so it stands out to me.

Overall I really loved the update though, you're a great writer and I can't wait to play more in the future and meet the other characters!! 😻

I’ll try to make the cycleable text stand out better for sure! I’ve been struggling with that—I’m using a twine template so I’m still trying to figure out which chunks of code control colors for more specific features so I can tweak some of them without messing up other parts. But I’ll play around with some diff colors again and see if I can get it bolded! :)

I’ll make the content warnings optional for people who’d rather not see them 👍🏽

I think it was Aurynn who called Samira mom—I originally did that cuz I figured he would be more casual with words like that, tho I did worry it might sound a bit too out of place since it is a more recent word than mother 🤔 if it sounds too jarring, I can fix that to “mother”

Thanks for the feedback and thanks so much for playing!! 🙏💕💕💕💕 :D

[librathefangirl]

i need to know about all of these fics NOW (no pressure take your time ofc ofc)

Wrath of a Captain

Moment of Rest (a Decade Too Late)

Hitmen!Demon bros AU

Galand exposes Meliodas' demon secret

How to Demon (Yes, Captain, This is Really Necessary)

Meliodas and the Kids AU #1

also never realized how silly i name my documents till now 😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️

Ahh hearing you excited about all these is making me excited to write them again (hoping to get back to writing more soon - october was a mess and a half :( but I have 2 whumptober fics that I almost finished that should maybe might be posted soon?)

Okay so...

Wrath of a Captain

Fun fact about this one is that it was one of (possibly the) first nnt fic ideas I wrote down when I first got into the fandom. Tho in what - 1-1,5 years? - I've still barely started writing it (oops). But not for lack of interest! I'm still excited about this one, I just haven't been able to specify the scenario enough to start writing (I keep getting distracted by other fic ideas lol).

To summarize the idea in three words: Protective Captain Meliodas.

And here's a rough summary I wrote for myself:

The Seven Deadly sins were a well-known force only fools would take lightly. Though faced with a captain that was small and short, and seemed the complete opposite of wrath itself, it was easy to underestimate him. But just because the captain didn't get angry, didn't mean he never got close. Especially if one were foolish enough to dare attack his team.

A Moment of Rest (a Decade Too Late)

This is a fic I started this summer and then kinda forgot about (oh the art of finishing a fic before moving on to the next one). It takes place after the Capital of the Dead arc and deals with the aftermath of Sins being split-up for 10 years from King's perspective. Now, I can't remember, if it originally was supposed to be "Meliodas was alone for 10 years" angst or "Meliodas was alone for 10 years and demons don't do well in isolation" angst, but it's probably gonna end up being the second one now. Which means the rest of the Sins, while not knowing Meliodas' full story, knows he is a demon and how these past 10 years would have affected him because of it.

Here's a little sneak peek:

The princess had already retired into the Boar Hat, while Ban had simply settled for grabbing Meliodas and sprawling out on the ground. He wasn’t sleeping. His ease was a facade at best. King knew that he too was plagued by these past ten years, and the guilt they brought. It had never been supposed to go this far… Meliodas seemed dazed. A state hopefully only brought forth by the lull of sleep slowly claiming him. He wasn’t quite asleep yet though. To an outsider he might have seemed to be, but King knew him better. His guard was still firmly up, although slowly but surely being picked apart by Ban’s hand repeatedly running through his hair. Meliodas was curled up tighter than he normally would, yet at the same time more relaxed than King had seen him since before they were framed. His head was neatly tucked on top of Ban’s chest. Ear over his heart, no doubt. He’d always had a particular fondness of that, their captain. Easily soothed by the beat of a heart – by the beat of their hearts at least.

Hitmen!Demon bros AU

Oooh this one. thiiiis one! I'm still mostly in the planning stage for this one, but I can't wait until I get to share the full thing with you all. Like the name suggests, it's a modern (possibly slight futuristic) AU where the DK raised his sons as hitmen. It's gonna be a multichapter fic (probably my longest wip yet) and there will be lots of demon bros angst!

Fun fact, while the I had thought about this AU a bit, I wasn't necessarily planning on writing it at first. Then my mind provided me with this super angsty demon bros scene and an awful chapter cliffhanger, and well, now I'm invested. I need to know how this story ends. (If this sounds familiar, I did mention this once before).

Anyway, I have written the first 300-something words, setting up the angst before a jump back in time, so here's a sneak peek:

Perhaps one of the most defining moments in Meliodas’ life happened on January 29th the year he was turning 26. The day Meliodas found himself on a rooftop staring down his own little brother, a raised gun in both their hands aimed at each other. The only sound was the falling rain as the world itself seemed to hold its breath waiting for who would make the first move. At that moment, Meliodas had thought he had known exactly how the day would end. He had known it in the calculating part of his mind that he never could quite shut off, and had felt it in his heart that seemed to break every time he saw his little brother. He had thought he knew what would happen. He had been wrong. Everybody has a choice, but sometimes it doesn’t matter what you chose.

Galand exposes Meliodas' demon secret

Now this one I've shared a bit about before - partly to complain about my (still going strong) habit of stopping my writing in the middle of a sentence. Sadly, I haven't really made any progress since then. Mostly because I can't remember where tf the story was supposed to go (did I even have a plan?? I found the story aka the snippet of writing in a school notebook I hadn't used for months, so who knows).

Anyway! What I do know is that Galand fucks everything up on purpose, and is the one to reveal Meliodas' demon secret to the rest of the Sins. How the story continues from there, well, I'll figure that out eventually. For now, the last part of the fic looks like this:

It had all started with a confrontation with one of the Ten Commandments. Galand of Truth. He hadn’t even seemed to be looking for a fight – not in that moment anyway – King had noticed. He’d just been there to stir up trouble. Always playing games as usual¸ Meliodas had said. Well, games or not, Galand really had caused trouble. The demon had been quick to pick up on the rest of the Seven Deadly Sins’ surprise that Meliodas seemed to know him personally, and then deduced...DEDUCED WHAT??

How to Demon (Yes, Captain, This is Really Necessary)

This is actually a request/fic idea I got from a reader on ao3. It's also mostly still in the planning stage, having taken a backseat to my Febuwhump fic. But the idea is basically Melin giving a lesson on demons to the Sins with the (reluctant) aid of Meliodas. Or in other words, Merlin is sick of being (almost) the only one who knows how to keep Mel alive and will make it everybody's probably whether they want to or not. It'll also take place in the same AU as The Heat of the Storm (which means more of my demon thermoregulation, yay! - oh, actually, sidenote: I'm working on a post about that hc).

So, we'll have random demon lore/headcanons/stuff, some humor, and, of course, angst (probably more angst than should come from this otherwise humorous idea).

Meliodas and the Kids AU #1

The first of (at least) three fics taking place in the Meliodas and the Kids AU (aka Meliodas Adopts the Sins). In this AU, instead of the Sins becoming knights together way down the line, Meliodas ends up adopting/taking them in as kids* over the years.

Now, I use the term kids loosely here since neither King nor Gowther will actually be kids in the normal sense. But Gowther will be on his own for the first time and also still new to the world, and King, well, I still got some ideas for his relationship with Mel (and also, he is still significantly younger than Mel, so I say he still counts as his kid).

This first fic will consist of six chapters (one for each "kid"), exploring how Meliodas ended up taking them all in, and the dynamics of this mismatched little family (mostly the kids relationships' with Mel).

(Also Elizabeth is probably gonna be dead-dead in this AU).

Here's a sneak peek from the first (Merlin's) chapter:

When you find yourself stuck in time, it’s good to set up some rules for yourself, unless you want to lose yourself to madness. Meliodas didn’t have the luxury for madness. Madness was not going to solve anything. He would still be stuck here, unaging and undying, without an end in sight. Submitting to madness would also be admitting that the only purpose his life had left was suffering. An eternity alone in the human realm as a punishment for his crimes against the Demon King. His father was a huge asshole, okay? Meliodas was not about to give him the satisfaction of watching him break. So, he made some rules. The most important one was: do not get attached. [some other stuff not included in this sneak peek] Do not get attached. It was simple and important – and Meliodas had broken the rule before he had even made it.

(also I love your wip titles XD and will definitely send an ask for some ramblings of your own - but that will have to wait, I've got an 8am lecture in less than 7 hours and need to get some sleep, so Imma put a to be continued on the wip talk for now)

WIP Tag/Ask Game!

[wikiangela]

Hi dear!!! 🥰 Could you tell me more about 5. Eddie's definitely not dying? Please and thank you!!

Hi! <3 Of course! It's one of my fave wips, tho I only get back to it when I'm especially sad bc it's a sad one lol (it is gonna be mcd)

idk if you're familiar with the death-cast series ("they both die at the end" and "the first to die at the end" books - if not, highly recommend, so fucking good) but it's basically buddie in that universe, where there's this thing called death-cast that know when people are gonna die and call them on that day (from midnight to 2am) to give them one last day to live the way they want to spend their last day, and to make all the necessary arrangements etc

so, basically, Eddie gets a call - but Eddie being Eddie, he doesn't believe in any of this (he does have a subscription bc his family kept pressuring him and Shannon did get a call before she died)

so he has around 24 hours to live, arranging who's gonna take care of chris, and confessing his love to Buck - and when he tells Buck he got a call, Buck panics ofc

all the snippets I posted for this are here

and here's another one where I took part of the dialogue from the books bc it is a script lol

It doesn't even hit him that they might be calling about his son, too, since he's registered under Eddie's phone number, until the moment he swipes the green button to answer the call. That's when a wave of panic floods him, for just a second. Then he remembers that it all isn't real. That, and they say his name.  "Hello, I'm calling from Death-Cast. My name is Jane. Is this Edmundo Diaz?" a pleasant, warm voice speaks on the other end of the line.  "Cutting it close there, it’s almost 2am.” he tries for a lighthearted tone, but doesn’t get a response. “Yeah, that's me." he sighs, dragging a hand over his face. Let's get this over with. "Call me Eddie." he adds. "Hi, Eddie. I regret to inform you that sometime in the next twenty four hours you’ll be meeting an untimely death. While there isn’t anything we can do to suspend that, you still have a chance to live." Her tone is professional, sounding like she’s reciting from a script, which she probably is, but there is an undertone of pity and sympathy, too. She's clearly well-trained for the job - which is probably not even a fleeting thought when most people get the call, but Eddie's not most people. She starts listing all the events and festivals happening for Deckers – that’s what people who are dying are called, that’s who Eddie is today, apparently – to help them experience as much life as possible in whatever time they have left. That and all the places that are supposed to make it easier to make all the necessary arrangements, quickly and with little to no wait. Eddie’s not paying much attention. He knows all that, it’s advertised enough, and he’s talked to Deckers, met quite a few on calls, actually. They were supposed to die, but his team saved quite a few of their lives – not so easy to predict death, is it?

my badly summarized wips

[candycryptids]

Quiz: Villain Type [because it seemed fun]

Your Result:

No Moral Compass

You are cold, analytical, and you strive to be as objective as a person of flesh and blood can be. Either don't understand the concepts of good and evil, or you understand it perfectly and think it's a load of bull. Some may call you selfish, some may call you unfeeling, but you're just doing what you believe will yield the best results, plain and simple. Why bother with petty ideals of right or wrong when you can do what will actively help those you give a fuck about? Your goals may be selfish or noble or anything in between, but you will not let anyone make you feel like garbage for going after them. You couldn't care less about what people brand you as. You just care about getting shit done by any means necessary.

Accurate, really. Chuu’s very expressive, knows what she wants, what she’s after, what needs doing, and will Make that happen if she needs to. But it’s not often for the benefit of others. She's tired of stepping over bodies run down in someone else's name, especially when that particular someone has stopped being a person acting in line with her interests and goals.

[What Kind of Villain Are You? Quiz] (saw this from @/gatheredfates and it seemed like fun and it IS... no proper @ because I'm sure their notifs are always turbo flooded and I don't wanna make it worse >>;]

@avirael @emetkoto and whoever else sees this that also decides it looks like fun to do, consider this a uhh.. invitational tag? (No pressure tho ofc)

[marcusrobertobaq]

I saw that Connor mod and I couldn't help but start rambling...

But really, RK800 and RK900 actual difference is probably software wise. "Faster" in which sense? "Stronger" where? I got the impression they're quite the same. If she's talking about being faster and stronger in processing power and pressure indeed must be a thing, RK900 is the next gen.

If it's in the hardware sense I really don't know what faster and stronger means. He runs faster? Faster movements? But would that means he weighs less, more detailed skelly and chassis movements? Stronger how? More damage inflicted or less damage when receiving? Reinforced materials? Why? They're hunt-like tracker models, and I don't think they're for combat specifically, but they do the job. Maybe the 900 is better here - or worse. I think they're the same strength wise? But preconstruction skills, reaction time and detection is something to be upgraded imo.

I feel like everything we see is exaggerated propaganda. Like convincing ya to buy a new from the same. RK900 got the same function as the RK800, upgrading a Connor (with his function in mind) would be polishing the software and intelligence parts, internal components gonna follow (more capacity and power) for more efficiency. Maybe they've found a way of making the bridge energy->thirium->components even better? But things like that usually don't happen with gens so close, especially in an Era where ain't got much to "invent from scratch".

Again, I do believe they're the same in every hardware aspect cuz RK800 is a test drive, 900 being a Connor model I don't think CL changed design. Ofc the RK900 probably got a unit as test drive too if necessary but if the RK800 succeed, RK900 also works. It's the commercial version.

So yea, I think "faster", "stronger", "more resilient" is in processing power and intelligence - also finished and polished tools. Believe me when I say the RK 8 gen (consequently 9) is a bunch of already existent tech combined in one to serve a specific purpose. But I believe the new and authentic Connor tech here is the "Immortality" system. One which in the 9° gen will probably be even more polished if they maintain. They're going to the feds, after all - and if they're gonna be used where I think they will, makes sense. They're also useful as sentinel and trojan horses if CL wanna use 'em for 'em purposes directly like Connor 800.

Damn, RK900s social protocols and learning capacity must be even better, more natural and faster. I got my doubts about his autonomy level tho, but the way the RK model theme is autonomy I think that's also an upgrade point.

What's my point in all this? I think it's possible making a "Frankstein" using 800 and 900 parts. They're kinda close. But I think it's better if u make a Connor using 900 base than 800 base. Idk about their compatibility stuff.

[horrorvampirebatbite]

i do think the added pressure to have steps to skin care routines is stupid tho and kind of fake. like wash your face ofc but that just comes to you like showering or brushing your teeth would, basic hygiene. things like toner and moisturisers really arent necessary like i only use those things to keep the damage im doing with makeup at bay bcuz im a monster with makeup, on average people dont use makeup like i do and people being pretentious about other people not using certain products for certain steps are so weird like why do you care

i dont even use an actual moisturiser lmao bcuz they all irritate my skin and 9 times out of 10 it feels worse for it ive never found a moisturiser for me they suck, i hydrate my face with face and sheet masks

[popponn]

more sae yapping, u20 + rin's ln + up to chap 250 spoiler. excuse me if u read this and find some repeating points. not a new thing, unfortunately.

sae seems to be "correct" in many things, especially when he is stating his opinion in the manga. like he was correct about u-20 team (his exchange with aiku seems to potray this) and about shidou (can't deny he makes a good choice)

which makes it honestly pretty "????" about his opinion @ rin. i personally don't think he really think of rin's skill as low as he said—the locker room exchange, when he thinks of blue lock and rin get a highlight there. and even he says a few times already—to rin himself—that rin's biggest hindrance is being too focused on being his lil brother. which is not wrong. but i do wonder if he will be "proven wrong" someday.

my heart says yes please because sae good lord my boy you probably need it, but seeing how his "correct opinion" seems to be used a lot in similar way as ego's "views" i doubt it...

but this makes me wonder if in sae's head—rin's potential & capabilities without "the statuses" hindering him is actually higher than his. because if it is it will be kinda sad in its own way.

sae in rin's spinoff ln is mentioned to be "someone who hates to lose" and go as far as saying "keeping your luck for soccer, not to win ice cream" when rin wins while he loses. and he canonly states in that one chara info that he dislikes the pressure of expectations put on him. i don't think he hates soccer but yeah—the burnout golden child syndrome smells sharp. again tho, a hc.

back to the point, rin's physique is also mentioned by the narration to be better than sae's. and i just wonder if to sae there are other realization that hit him other than "he can't be the #1 striker"

he came home to japan with pretty much his dream beaten to dust—which was why he switched to being a midfielder, which is also a testament to how passionate he is in soccer to not let it go still imo. and then there is rin, who—let's say if this case is true—he sees has higher potential than him "rotting" and going nowhere.

still hc—because still no sae pov as of early feb 2024 sigh—but i think that night sae also acts as a big brother who doesn't want rin to get hurt more than necessary by the "harsh realization" like him. rin who is not improving in sae's eyes probably can't survive "the world stage" and so sae chose to do """ that speech"""" either to 1) "hurt" him and refrain from getting rin hurt—esp since in u20 sae pretty much told rin it would be better for rin to just stay at home and not know his own limit—which probably is a better outcome in sae's head. OR 2) cut rin's ties with him so rin could lose the biggest "limiting status" esp since rin said right before the speech that he tried to fill's sae's shoes. OR 3) both. whichever outcome, for rin's own good at the cost of their brotherhood.

ofc i could be yapping and totally wrong. because sae is clearly hurt in his own way that night—the wrong timings and both having their own faults and reasons. like, there should be a reason why sae whose eyes pretty much got focused on for quite some panels suddenly doesn't have his face shown. i wonder what sort of expression he made.

but sae-rin relationship aside for a bit, it's kind of funny: sae-aiku pararel. both realizes it's impossible to be the best striker, so one decided to pretty much restart and focus on becoming the best defender while other the best midfielder. makes me wonder if you can learn more about sae by observing aiku like how when you observe rin.

also another yap and hc—as if the whole post isn't one giant glob of it—but sae's color and rin's color are complementary color in color wheel it seems. which is funny. but shidou's and sae's color are pretty much pretty close, with shidou having higher saturation and brightness compared to sae's more muted one.

maybe that's why sae could "understand" shidou who pretty much is very "live for soccer to leave his mark". at the very least, considering sae's speech in his intro to u20, sae definitely understands "live for soccer" part tho yeah—doubt he is having a good time as much as shidou. one smiles a lot while one is so constipated his eyes are eternally half circle manga eyes.

but back to sae and his opinion again—does kaiser getting 320mil from royal m have them involved in it? if it is, while personally i love the hc that sae couldn't stand kaiser's ass (or that new 11 can't stand each other in general), i wonder what that means. if the hc is true, than sae is REALLY objective. if sae is actually more neutral or like how he is to shidou, then sae really only sees someone based on their soccer skill—which wouldn't be surprising coming from someone who find numbers more comforting than people.

his comment about ass is honestly very soccer headed. i will pay for his interaction with isagi—two soccer heads + the whole foreshadowing. but i want itoshi brother combo too;;;; okay yeah lets stop here

things about sae.

it's sae's turn in my brain microwave. i want to understand you, underlashes senior. headcanons +observation+ rambling. spoilers, will be updated as time goes on.

scathing, mean af vocabs. pretty rude even as a child. but compared to rin, his cursing seems to be much tamer.

is REALLY focused on soccer. but also said in the character interview to not "only be able to/focus on soccer like him".

but in his introduction to u20 shows that he seems to value someone who goes all in to soccer. and it's kind of in line with the things he "admits" and chided. example a: shidou and isagi being individuals who are undeniably soccer obsessed (though on isagi's case as they haven't even talk, if i remember correctly, this might be more because of isagi's way of winning through "making use of luck"). example b: things he said in the u20 introduction in response to sendou.

headcanonish but this guy is giving me "burnout gifted child" vibe with all the prodigal status, expectations, and being hit in the face by the world. like what are you. are you satisfied by marina??????

there are few moments where he displays something that is pretty close to 'praise', but say it not to the related person/group himself. (i.e. his thoughts of blue lock in locker room, his comment about "dont switch out any of the u20 member".)

like is he being not nice on purpose????? honestly probably. headcanonish, but if seeing his way of giving comments to rin pre-spain, it's been like that since he was little. (i will check rin's ln again later)

in contrast to rin having "natural luck", this guy seems to more " making/seeking luck". but idk yet, with only ice cream sticks as clues. sae backstory and ln spin off when.

his eyes during the confrontation with rin in that snowy night are pretty expressive. but since visual cues leave a really wide room for interpretation + bllk tendency to subvert things, i will not comment. but honestly i really agree with the sentiment that sae was hurt by rin's words, but in the end the discouragement seems to come more from a place of "i don't want you to get hurt so just go home and don't play soccer anymore" (very very hc and more of an interpretation, as sae's pov is still non existent)

aka yeah, this guy is shit at displaying concern and any sort of care. headcanon but. do you see the vibe??? with rin???? like it's similar. what is this genetic.

simple fashion, but pretty trendy and chic(?).

this guy seems like a family guy who misses his family a lot. (please make up soon with your lil bro)

watches chibi maruko chan. has habits that genuinely reminds me of old people (drinking tea, looking at sea, thinking of family).

people at blue lock think of him as someone who seems to be good at study, but looking at the pattern of hyperfocused people in blue lock it either goes two way: a) his skill at everything else is questionable at best, abysmall at worst ; b) he is an all-rounder indeed.

but then again there is also the third type aka "good at football, still functional at everything except communication and emotional management skill".

his way of talking in jp is, to put it simply, pretty casual like guys his age. the thing that are the rudest part of it was his choice of words and the fact that he seems to talk like this to everyone. even his elder. and also the way he is very blunt in expressing his opinion.

but somehow that bluntness is gone when it came to showing vulnerable emotions. talk about emotional constipation.

if his character interview is reliable and unbiased, as it is from sae's own pov, his relationship with his parents seems okay.

genuinely wondering about his parents' canon response to his and rin's cold war.

does he even have friends. no like seriously.

his brother and him are really similar in many ways. rin is probably copying him in some ways tho—that, or rin's own issues. or sae's own issues.

please just make up with your brother. (2)

after spain his bang is gone. as in he just pushed them up. in u20 it still went down sometimes in a few panels.

he likes numbers. maybe he really is smart.

genuinely looking at him like "please get a hobby" not even as an insult but out of genuine concern. this dude has so many issues and the burnout child prodigy vibe is real strong with this one.

but not fully his fault. pretty much live alone overseas, probably with no friends his age and just a manager as his support system, went through a crisis, is a (probable) family loving guy with his family far away from him, then came home to his beloved lil bro he spoiled and dotted on and shared a dream with saying hurtful things to him on his lowest point. and not supporting his new decision and dream. from sae's pov, it's brutal.

i can defend rin on this too tho. honestly please talk to each other, itoshi bros. or acknowledge that maybe neither of you were in not in the best state of mind during that confrontation.

seems logical and he does likes numbers. but honestly, he just acts as he wants—look at how he talks to journalist, how he has 0 hesitation to leave an ongoing match.

went to spain at 13 according to rin's spin off novel. also mentioned to "hate to lose" and seems to be a strict perfectionist.

must be noted however that how rin sees him seems to be very biased. a bit of rin analysis/hc, but there seems to be "putting nii chan on a pedestal" going on there. how their childhood truly is from sae's perspective is still unknown. on rin's part tho, seems to be a very nice period.

is rich. so the snobby rich condescending guy aura is probably not that far from the truth. his sense of money seems to be a mess, as a few hundred millions is a small amount for him.

this guy seems to be picky with who he respects and he really doesn't hold back in disrespecting someone he doesn't. even higher ups and older people.

does skincare canonly.

doesn't seem to have friends so far...? (nel arc, before pxg match) but if we look at how rin is now, unsurprising.

in rin's novel, rin's physique is mentioned to be "better" than sae's actually. with how "rin wins in luck" while sae "loses" motive exist through the ice cream sticks, probably this motive will come up again when sae appears again.

[afishintheamethystsea]

Fade to Green

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Vaena Velaryon, Rhaenyra's firstborn daughter, becomes the lover of Queen Alicent, who intends to keep her by any means necessary.

Pairings: Alicent Hightower/OFC, Aemond Targaryen/OFC (background.)

Warnings/Tags: dead dove do not eat, smut, incest, yandere, porn with a pinch of plot, grooming maybe?, ofc is of age tho, drunk sex, spanking, power dynamics, body worship, oral, betrayal, ofc is morally questionable because this is game of thrones goddamnit, angst, Velaryons are black, ofc is either white or white passing, dubious if ofc is Laenor's or Daemond's child, a small bit of breeding kink, hand feeding, period typical sexism, period typical homophobia, threats of violence.

A/N: Shameless smut, pure wish fulfillment, have fun :D

Vaena Velaryon stayed in King's Landing when her family departed for Dragonstone, knowing she'd feel isolated, she was also at an age where she should look for a man to marry, and that was easier done in King's Landing where lords were plenty and ever changing. She mostly kept company with Princess, now Queen Helaena, Queen Alicent, and their ladies in waiting. While Helaena wasn't the most conventional company, Vaena found her tranquil, less pressure to carry conversation, an opportunity to indulge in her own thoughts.

Vaena knew she had been treated better by Queen Alicent and her children for having the classic Valyrian looks, silvery-white hair and violet eyes. They did not spread gossip about Vaena the way she did her brothers, the grace afforded to Vaena made her foolishly forgiving of their antics towards her family.

The only thing that spared Vaena from too many rumors about her being Daemon's bastard was her hair and the fact she was born nine months after Rhaenyra and Laenor wed. Her Valyrian blonde hair curled down her back, but her skin was fair rather than dark, though it wasn't unheard of for Velaryons to have fair skinned children even if both parents were black as night.

One fateful night, Queen Alicent summoned her to her chambers. Vaena was worried, asking Alicent if something was wrong. Alicent reassured her that nothing was wrong, saying she just wanted the company. Vaena spoke with her queen, not realizing that her wine goblet was being filled and refilled. Both women were warm and woozy with wine when Alicent said the words that would change the nature of their relationship forever.

"You look so much like your mother when we were young."

And sealed those words with a kiss on the lips, then made sweeter with kisses and lovebites Vaena placed on the queen's throat, among other things they did that night. The queen taught the maiden everything she needed to know about pleasing a woman, how to caress, rub, kiss, nibble, lick, and suck, and Vaena was an excellent student, most eager to have Alicent's mauvey dark nipples and swollen cunt in her mouth. Sweet Vaena was too drunk on wine and her queen's cunt to pay much mind to Alicent calling her by her mother's name.

Alicent sent Vaena away in the early hours of the morning with a cloak that concealed her, giving her directions of how to utilize the servant corridors hidden in the walls.

It became an issue when their liaisons were less guided by wine and more with lust. Vaena had not been brave enough to mention it for many nights, only finally getting addressed when Vaena was at her breaking point.

Alicent grew restless when Vaena did not come to her chambers. After twenty minutes past the time she gave Vaena, Alicent made her way to Vaena's chambers, finding the girl weeping and barely dressed.

"Vaena." Alicent was alarmed, rushing over to her and cradled her in her arms.

"Why do you call me by my mother's name when it's I who's pleasing you?" Vaena asked weakly, not resisting the affection the queen was giving her, loving the sound of her name on her lover's lips in a tone that wasn't courtly.

"I am so sorry, I should have never let this happen." The guilt finally set in for Alicent, no, it stabbed and the knife twisted. Her better judgement told her this was a bad idea, but she had never taken a lover who wasn't her husband, and now that he was gone, now that she could say she had done everything right, she corrupted the innocent daughter of a woman she once called her best friend.

"You regret laying with me?" Vaena was barely able to vocalize through the strangled cries she let out at the notion.

"Vaena, you're beautiful, you're incredible, I shouldn't have done this to you though."

"Say my name." Vaena begged.

"Vaena." The name left Alicent's mouth reluctantly.

"Again."

"Vaena." Now with less reluctance.

Vaena cast off her chemise, nude underneath, her skin fresh and clean from her bath and smelling of orchid. She was softer and rounder than Rhaenyra had been in her maidenhood, though the flesh sat as perkily and prettily as Rhaenyra's did. Alicent had watched Vaena blossom in front of her very eyes, as did lusting men at court she caught stealing looks better reserved for a pleasure house.

"Moan it." Vaena's breasts heaving with deep, ragged breath, tears staining her cheeks, her cunt so wet a string of its nectar shined like glass between her thighs, slowly oozing down, beckoning Alicent to lick it clean with the threat of the undeserving ground getting to taste it first.

"Vaena, please."

"I'm yours, all you have to do is take me, not my mother, me-" Vaena did not get to finish her sentence before her queen fell to her knees and buried her pale face between her thighs.

Their coitus that night was laden with heavy emotions, Alicent worshipping Vaena, old memories resurfaced of how she would gladly bend the knee to and spread the knees of Rhaenyra when she was crowned, before Viserys decided to marry her.

The two lovers had an understanding by the time they were sated and spent, resting in the other's arms for as much time as they could luxuriate in before the queen wrapped herself in the very cloak she gave Vaena and made haste back to her chambers, legs still shaking.

There was another night where Alicent fed Vaena an assortment of pretty, dainty cakes from her own hand as they lounged on her bed. Alicent pretended the dry heat of the fireplace was humid Essosi warmth and she was in floaty silk rather than stiff silk brocade.

“I want to fly with you on dragonback, see the great wonders across the narrow sea, and eat only cake.”

The words had replayed in Alicent's mind for so many years, wishing more than anything that she and Rhaenyra ran off (or rather flew off) far away from the fate Alicent did end up having.

"Which one was your favorite?" The queen asked her lover. Vaena stretched her limbs, naked as the day she was born, and rolled onto her belly, allowing Alicent to appreciate the feminine curve of her spine.

"None."

The reaction stung Alicent right in the heart. The fantasy of her and Rhaenyra eating cake under the lemon trees with Syrax circling the skies nearby had plagued her mind for so many years.

Alicent, in her offense, spanked the girl so hard a glowing red handprint bloomed across the plump, bouncy flesh. Alicent hissed, the sharp spanking stinging her own palm as well. Vaena yelped, squirming out of surprise, subdued when the queen grabbed hold of her hips.

"You didn't let me finish, your grace." Vaena's voice strained with pain, a tear fell down her cheek. "No cake will ever be sweeter than your cunt."

A sigh forced its way past Alicent's lips, stunned by the vision of Vaena's soft, pretty body laid out before her, the girl's pained expression as she declared that Alicent was sweeter than any cake with candied rose petals and candied lemons ever could be made blood rush to Alicent's core.

How pretty Vaena would be supping on her queen's cunt beneath the lemon trees with her dragon keeping watch for those that might intrude, burn them alive if they dared.

Who was she to deprive Vaena of what she really craved? How could she deny a subject so eager to please?

In all of their trysts beneath the sheets, Alicent never stuck a finger inside of Vaena, wanting to preserve her maidenhead. As Vaena begged and plead to be filled with her queen's soft fingers, it forced Alicent to consider the very real possibility that Vaena would be taken from her through marriage.

After deep contemplation about the potential consequences of attempting to arrange a marriage with war looming on the horizon, and a letter from The Black Queen demanding Vaena's safe return to Dragonstone (which she burned in her fireplace along with dozens of other letters from her brothers and cousins,) Alicent decided to plant seeds into the minds of those she wished to sway, hoping they would sprout quickly.

"What do you think of Vaena?" Alicent asked Aemond, she asked him to walk in the gardens with her, finally dropping the question after steering the conversation in the direction she wanted it to go.

"She's better than those Strong boys."

"I didn't ask that, Aemond, what do you think of her?"

"She has always extended our family greater courtesy than her mother and brothers have."

"Aemond." Alicent snapped.

"What is this about mother? Are you looking to wed us to stop a war?"

"Not really... No, of course not, I just..." Alicent didn't know what to say. Aemond sighed, letting out a hum as he contemplated who exactly Vaena was to him and how their marriage might turn out.

"She's beautiful, comes from two Valyrian households, seems rather fit for bearing children." Alicent suppressed a smirk, her son's comment making her picture her lover nude and lounging around in her bed. "That is why I cannot imagine she would ever agree to be matched with the one-eyed prince." Aemond cut his mother's pleasant thought short with a frustrating quip of self deprecation.

"And if she did agree to be matched with you?" Alicent asked, voice laced with annoyance.

"Then I would be a fool to not wed her, especially at my queen's behest."

"Good, you will be wed in a fortnight."

"Is that enough time to prepare for a wedding?"

"Perhaps not one as lavish as your brother's, but your bride won't walk into the great sept in sackcloth either. The sooner you are wed, the better."

"Good, I've long dreaded the idea of an excessive wedding."

Alicent decided to not inquire Vaena about her opinions on the match, instead deciding to just tell her.

"You and Aemond will be wed in a fortnight." Alicent informed, everything about her countenance practically goading Vaena to challenge her.

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife.

"Was my mother consulted of this betrothal, your grace?" Vaena finally asked.

"And what would you do if she wasn't?" Queen Alicent asked, the look in her eyes paranoid in wild, she refused to lose her paramour to Rhaenyra and Daemon fucking Targaryen, she imagined them marrying her off to some northern lord in a freezing wasteland in exchange for an army. "Your mother hasn't written to you, your brothers have not either, nor have they visited, they wish to wage war even if you are among the bodies in the ashes. Their hatred for my family is greater than their love for you."

"I would do as my queen bids me." Vaena answered honestly.

"And who is your queen?" Alicent's hand rested at the side of her skirt, a blade concealed in her pocket should Vaena answer wrong. "Where do your loyalties lie?"

Vaena, not breaking eye contact, went down on bended knee.

"You." Vaena pledged fealty softly, violet eyes heavy with adoration, as though she might cry, as though she was looking at a goddess in a green gown, a color traditionally associated with love she now equally associated with power.

"Prove it." Alicent ordered, hiking her skirts up, revealing her cunt, firelight caught the wiry auburn curls and reminded Vaena of dragonfire.

"You have the most beautiful thighs, my queen." Vaena said as she stroked the smooth skin. "Soft, pale, warm thighs I have lavished for many nights before and will continue to for many nights after this one." She peppered the thighs she lauded with kisses. "That thatch of hair at your cunt is like dragonfire, dragonfire that delivered us our King Aegon. I swear to make it flush with blood and throb with pleasure whenever you see fit."

"If you're a good wife to my son, as soon as you're with child, I will fill your cunt with my fingers, and perhaps something better."

"I won't let him leave our bedchamber until his seed takes then." Vaena promised eagerly before feasting on her queen's cunt.

"You will love and honor my son, you will give me as many grandchildren as I see fit, more if he sees fit." Alicent spoke with heavy breath, wrapping her fingers in her lover's white curls.

"I would be honored to, my queen." Vaena said, muffled by Alicent's pussy. Vaena thought of how she might look with the silvery-white marks that stretched across a woman's body when she bore children, the idea that she'd be painted with the very marks her lover had aroused her. "I love you." She muttered lazily after her soft lips released her queen's clit with a pop, tongue delving into her core and fucking it how she imagined her queen might fuck her with her fingers.

The next day, Vaena entered the library looking for Aemond, wanting to speak with her betrothed. Even though they grew up together, they were never particularly close, not in the way she was with Helaena, and the man became an even greater mystery sometime between when he lost his eye and when he became a well-read man who trained with a sword. One thing Vaena could be thankful for is how much he intimidated others, it would afford her more peace from other men who wouldn't dare to gawk and drool at the prince's wife.

Except Aegon, perhaps, but she imagined he would be too much of a coward to take it any further than japes and jeers.

She found him reading by a corner, seated in a finely carved wooden chair with a side table large enough to rest his book on. His sharp features, handsome in a way Vaena hadn't fully appreciated until now, were flattered by the shadows and dim candlelight flickering across their hollows and high points. His scar looked softer in the candlelight, and he looked relaxed as he read, long fingers carefully turning the pages of a tome that looked older than the Targaryen dynasty.

"Aemond?" Vaena softly announced herself. Aemond acknowledged her, marking his tome and closing it, standing from his chair, his violet eyes briefly flashing with eagerness.

"I wondered when you'd come looking for me, dear niece." He said, kissing her hand.

"I wanted to meet the prince I was betrothed to, it's not uncommon for people to not meet their betrothed until the wedding." Vaena joked, earning her a curt laugh from her uncle.

"I'm surprised that you would marry me. Not only being a cripple, but we were never the closest."

"I have known you since we were children, I trust you'll be a good husband."

"Speaking of trust, I think I should address something that might cause unnecessary strain to our marriage if I am to not air it."

"What might that be?"

Aemond effortlessly steered Vaena to the corner, his imposing height like an enclosing wall, the scent of parchment, leather, and dragon fire overwhelming her senses. His height remained imposing even when he craned down his neck and put his lips just a hair's breadth from her ear.

"Just between us, niece, because I know this would mortify my dear mother." Aemond paused. "I know what you get up to in my mother's chambers." Aemond whispered. "Not that I mind, in fact, I imagine the arrangement might provide... certain assurances, one being that you won't be like your whore mother and humiliate me with a brood of bastards. No, not while my mother has a hawk’s eye on you." Aemond chuckled darkly.

"Aemond." Vaena gasped, her body responsive to the sound of his voice, she could feel it dancing across her skin, racing down her spine, and invigorating her clit. "You shouldn't-" She spoke again when she regained a semblance of composure.

"Don't say anything." Aemond interrupted. "I already know you're going to defend your brothers, even now. Unlike your late father, I won't be recognizing any children who don't look as Valyrian as you or I."

The prospect made Vaena's nerves rattle, even though the blood of the dragon was strong, Aemond was still half Hightower.

"I would never dream of giving you bastards, but what if our children are auburn of hair like your mother?"

Aemond didn't answer, nor did he react negatively, only a smirk etched across his unnerving, sharp features.

"She'd like that, wouldn't she? Babes that look like the queen, as if she fucked them into her instead of me."

Aemond laid the dark thought to rest, he straightened himself back to his full height and took a few steps back to give his betrothed a more appropriate distance. Perhaps he had been rash, but what man didn't want his children to resemble him and the characteristics of his house? Maybe allowing his mother to swoon over a grandchild with fiery auburn hair wouldn't be such a bad thing. It reminded him of a passage in a tome about the free cities and their queer customs, women wedding women and taking the seed of a man they deemed worthy if they wished to raise children.

"I'll be in the training yard with Ser Criston, high noon tomorrow, I'd like my betrothed to come watch." He said diplomatically, changing the subject. Vaena recognized that this was an order, not an invitation.

"I would love to." Vaena said with a courteous smile, hoping her nerves did not mar it.

"I look forward to it, fair niece." Aemond took Vaena's hand and kissed it one more time, looking deep into her eyes before exiting the library, leaving her standing there, imagining that his long hair might be even softer than Alicent's.

Vaena rubbed her hand, the warmth of the kiss still dancing across the skin as blood colored her cheeks.

The blood of the dragon burned hot, and Vaena would curse every one of the seven if Aemond did not burn as brightly in their wedding bed.

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A/N: Shall I write a second part? I have a longer fanfic from a different fandom I’m working on my AO3 right now, so I plan on keeping this story pretty short.

[123puppy]

Immediately thought what if they do this with no subtle hints, Charlie approaches Al with a much more enthusiastic greeting and he sees how close she is and how her hand is going towards his back-

And he's ready to disappear but Lucifer negates his powers, fuck your angelic powers! He doesn't have time to run before Charlie picks him up bridal-style (she ain't that dainty, and Al is a fucking pencil he might as well be an actual feather) and apologizing for this intrusion she's close to tears at this point and the sight and physical contact is overloading Alastor's senses, like what in actual hell-

But a new touch pierces through the fog of confusion and shock as his foot is held still by a firm but gentle hold and the pain is much much worse he's felt it for 4 days and he's been avoiding putting pressure on it, he can't stop the ear-splitting screech that's so in-human (what are radio noises mixed with distressed deer noises Idk please tell me XD)

'Let go let go let goLet Go-' Al finds himself chanting and there's another voice within the filter that chants with him but it's distorted, deep, angry, scared, he has the gall to throw a nasty kick with his free hoof at Lucifer's shoulder-blade (and the sharpness of said hoof cuts clean through his attire and right into pure white skin YEOW-) but it's not certain if it's out of pettiness or reflex, being picked up and having no way to defend yourself can send you into a panic but Alastor does not panic he does NOT, but why can't he think straight, why are they doing this to him, he is FINE, it's just pain, pain that will pass or stay forever because he deserves it for being here- this is normal for everyone right?

No, this isn't

Charlie tries distracting Al as Lucifer tries to remove the thorn as painlessly as possible ofc it can't be that easy, a mere tug from the thorn sends Alastor into a fit, pained yowls, and retaliated kicks at Lucifer, nope this is going to hurt like a BITCH- but they do eventually get it out

Alastor is more vigilant about where he walks from now on but it's all in vain, Lucifer comes to him ready to check his hooves like it's a weekly event and this pisses Alastor off but a teeny tiny part of him is giddy at the thought and he wants to die all over again because this is going too far he is not that careless, but over time, (3) MONTHS of chasing this dumb deer and threatening to smite his stupid grinning face if he doesn't hold still for 2 seconds to check his hooves, Alastor... comes to Lucifer for their annual hoof check-ups??? Don't get him wrong, Al will still be a bitch and take his sweet time to sit his ass down and hold still but he's more willing to take them a bit more seriously.

Despite their spats, Lucifer is always gentle and doesn't linger with his touches, Al would try to hide it but he'd flinch and attempt to pull his feet away before and after the check-ups. In the beginning of this, it seemed like a petty thing but Lucifer realized Al wasn't comfortable with their arrangement even tho it was highly necessary to prevent any future accidents like last time. That didn't mean he had to like it or force his body to adjust to it...

But it appears Alastor has somewhat deemed it alright, he isn't watching Lucifer as intensely or sitting stiffly like he's ready to make space across the other side of the room. So somewhere during their hoof-check, he throws a comment on how Alastor could get his hooves done and they bicker duh they're not going to get comfortable with each other hell no but Al doesn't protest when Lucifer starts filing his hooves

I made this longer fuck-

I'm having a revelation-

Al steps on a thorn but his pain tolerance is high as MF so he doesn't realize he's walking with a sharp object in his hoof (it's not noticeable by those who aren't keen on small details but to those that are, there's a tiny blood patch trailing behind him with each step because the thorn is in deep) but around day 3 he starts feeling a tingling in his leg and it starts to sting when he put pressure on his hoof but he thinks nothing about it is serious but it is serious, the injury is becoming infected-

Soon his walk becomes a limp and everyone notices. He brushes it off and ignores Charlie's fretting bc it's nothing, it's fine, it'll go away stop making a scene out of it, but Charlie is Charlie she's freaking all the way the fuck out and Lucifer gets involved "You're scaring her you ass" and Alastor is having none of it he says bye (he is NOT running because he feels cornered y'know like how a scared animal is when they're injured feeling too much attention on them) and evaporates out of existence

Now I can't get the thought of Lucifer chasing Alastor down but that would only escalate the situation and Charlie quickly intervenes telling her father that the more he hounds Al the stronger the possibility of him 'disappearing' for a week is on the table and that is NOT an option

Honestly, that's all I got rn this is me writing this shit while giddy with the idea of Alastor refusing help bc he doesn't trust anyone out of fear/looking weak, and/or it's his deer instincts surfacing the more the pain escalates into something he can't ignore but he'll damn well try if it means not going to someone lol he can't stand the thought of asking for help it physically hurts him

[multifandomfanficss]

Ok ok this may be long/oddly specific BUT could I request Adrian with a crush on Gn-reader(maybe he/him pronouns? Not necessary tho!) whos playful/friendly and loves bouncing off of Chris and Adrian's jokes on missions to always annoy the others? Although reader might get on Chris (and sometimes Adrian)s asses when being dicks to the other members but other then that they get along super well with Chris and Adrian gets a bit jealous sometimes after a while? Maybe esp after readers picked up on getting "playfully" flirty with Adrian on missions. (doesn't have to be a serious jealousy maybe the silly jealousy where he returns the flirting in an over exaggerated but sweet way to get reader to "like him more" then Chris. HFKSJFK) plus Adrian probs likes seeing reader blush lbr- LMAO EITHER WAY no pressure to do this tho ofc :O

I really hope this is similar to what you wanted! I’ve never actually written for a male reader before, so this was my first. :) I hope you enjoy!

No, Stupid. I Like You.

[my-artblog-is-ssjumi]

Tagged by @northernscruffycat

tagging everyone who sees this on their dash right now and hasn't been tagged yet (no pressure tho lol) and @19elaine

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How many works do you have on AO3?

14 (out of 174)*

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What’s your total AO3 word count?

34.922 (out of 1.057.034)*

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How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Overall?

10: Yugioh DM, Linkin Park, Dragonball Z, Sailor Moon, Inuyasha, Detective Conan, Tokio Hotel, Death Note, Magic Knight Rayearth and The X-Files

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What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Okay, Fugue, Absence, The Dope Show, Idiotheque

* the vast majority of my fic is posted in other places than AO3 tho

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Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Most of the time, yeah (if I don’t it’s usually bc i either didn’t notice i got a comment since the first thing i do when i make an account anywhere is turning off all notifications, or it’s because i posted to an archive that won’t let me respond *cough*LPF*cough*no shade tho, i know website programming is messy and hard and the site is old af and i’m glad it still exists at all)

As to why... idk, it’s polite? Like, it’s nice for the person who left the comment to know the time they spent on it is appreciated. And back in the olden days, answering comments via DM and getting into conversations through that is how i made a bunch of the folks i now consider my RL friends :3 (idk how well that would work nowadays where replies to comments are all public and stuff tho and some achives don’t even have DMs + the whole purity cult shit where ppl are afraid to have conversations about fictional stuff they like and all that. we’ll see next time i’m actually active in a fandom again lol XD)

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What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

ASDFGHJKJHGFDSAS MY FAV GENRE IS ANGST, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER THAT? XDDD

idk man... i had a lot of fics end with suicides or hints that the main character's abuse will keep continuing after the end... like. A Lot. i've been an edgelord ever since i was a teen.

don't make me choose between my children ;o;

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Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I used to do MSTings back in the olden days on animexx and there were a few people who weren't particularly excited by that, yeah lol (nothing serious tho as far as i remember)

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Do you write smut? If so what kind?

eh, not rly. the smut-writing process just doesn't spark much joy for me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so? at least not as far as i'm aware.

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Have you ever had a fic translated?

Okay was translated to Chinese and Russian, i think.

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Have you ever co-written a fic before?

my very first fic (X-Files) was a collab with a classmate, and ofc the above-mentioned MSTs were collabs as well :3

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What’s your all time favorite ship?

........... >:(

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What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Not Like This over on animexx, bc i hate unfinished business like that :,)

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What are your writing strengths?

creating strong "dude, that's kinda fucked up" vibes probably lol

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What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

try to only do it if it's actually necessary and IF you do it, don't be a US American about it and do some fucking research and treat the language in question with respect.

because even if other countries and their languages may feel like far-away made-up places full of people who will never know you don't give a fuck to you... that's bs.

especially when you're writing ur fic in English and posting it on AO3 where ppl from all over the world can see it and will know about your complete and utter lack of fucks.

(the German example aside, this is especially true for languages that are literally spoked within your own country by oppressed minorities)

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What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

the first fic i wrote while being aware of what fic is was for The X-Files.

the first fic i can remember writing before that as a kid was for Story of the Alps: My Annette lol (i don’t count it in my statistics tho bc i don’t have it anymore)

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What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

that changes from day to day depending on my mood lmao

(also i already told you to stop trying to get me to choose between my children! >:o)

[laceymorganwrites]

somebody wanted my thoughts on Rei so here they are hehehe

I already ranted to my friend abt this but I´ll keep it more neutral and organized here haha

um I´m tagging u just in case, hope that´s alright! 

@star-doll-universe

uuuuh since this is bnha: pls no hate, those are just my opinions, k thanks bye (I mean ur still very allowed to voice ur opinon and have a different one than me, I won´t hate u cause u like her so pls don´t hate me cause I hate her)

putting this under a  cut cause spoilers

okay so let´s do this chronologically and work our way up to the point where I aboslutely started hating her (Aka the chapter 2 weeks ago)

Her portrayal:

Rei used to be portrayed as rather weak and quiet, not rlly doing much

and I never had a problem with that since I didn´t think she´d have that much of a role

I mean what I thought would happen was this: Rei is back with her family, Enji is no longer living with them, they all still hate him

um I will also quickly state my thoughts on him later when I´m done with this so yeah

now the problem I have with her ´character development´ is that it´s super sudden and feels really out of place

I mean she just suddenly barges in to Enji´s room and is being ´badass´ after not doing anything at all for her family??? aight

yeah she had her children visit her (minus Touya ofc, we´re gonna get into that in the next part)

it just really rubs me the wrong way how she´s suddenly acting like the savior and commanding people (going into depth in the third part)

she´s highly manipulative and even worse than Enji in my opinion

let´s get to why that is

What happened and why I´m a Shoto fan now:

let´s start with Touya´s childhood

Rei completely neglected him because Shoto was just her little angel and the wonder child Touya never could be

she did tell Enji to give him more attention so I´ll give her that

however it was also her fault that Touya and her had a falling out since he wouldn´t have been this angry if she was there for him

she was supposed to watch him on that particular day and she didn´t

of course she didn´t since she watched Shoto

she also isn´t shown to have cared much about the others

oh also, sorry to break the chronological stuff but it´s said that she was super cold and cunning when she met Enji and fully aware of the reasoning for the marriage obviously

so she never showed any love to him (they did go on dates and stuff and Enji still leaves her flowers, but we´ll get into their relationship in the next part)

so. she didn´t watch Touya and didn´t rlly care what happened to him (yeah she cried but only cause Enji got mad and she knew he would cause she fucking failed as a mother)

now. let´s skip to the hospital scene

she goes in like she owns everything

blames Enji for everything which just isn´t fair (again we´ll get to that)

and then she has the audacity to tell everyone what their next move should be???

excuse me maam but who the fuck do you think you are?

´our family only has one hero left. Shoto´

fuck you

that was the sentence that did it for me, guys

first of all: again, who the fuck are you to deny Enji´s hero status? who the fuck are you to paint Touya as a villain that, YOU MADE IN THE FIRST PLACE

yeah I´m biased af since Touya´s my fave but honestly...I always thought she´d be nicer to him and understand him since they went through the same thing

but no

and now why am I a Shoto fan because of this?

because I feel so incredibly sorry for him

he already has the weight of the world on his shoulders from his dad and now this???

I don´t understand how he forgave her honestly cause this guilt tripping and manipulation is worse than Enji´s ambition gone wrong

Shoto already has enough to do and she can´t tell him and command him to fight his brother

she cannot just pressure him into being the hero he never wanted to be, the perfect hero that Enji wanted him to be

I mean just imagine ur own mother sculpting u just like ur dad did when she´s the one who always told u that what he did was wrong and that she felt for you 

yes she apologized for scarring him but honestly she´d do it again

and now she´s acting as the victim again and being like: oh you all have to fight Touya (mostly Shoto tho cause he´s the only hero they have left apparently)

I don´t think Shoto even wants to fight Touya honestly

I mean he´s his brother still and if anyone can understand him it´s him

also now it makes sense why Touya wants revenge on Shoto cause he lived the life Touya wanted to have

anyway

I also don´t think Touya wants to fight Shoto since he´s already achieved everything he wanted to. he won

okay now for the final part:

Enji´s redemption:

I am outing myself now; I really like Enji´s development

he actually is aware of and sorry for the things he did and I believe him

he regrets everything he did

and still he´s being blamed by Rei

he´s already hurt enough and Rei just puts salt into his wound more than necessary

he´s just tired, man, let the man live pls

yes, Enji did fuck up in a lot of ways and he shouldn´t be forgiven for that

but everyone deserves a second chance and he´s trying so hard

he doesn´t deserve to be shut out like this

he doesn´t deserve the way Rei treats him

she doesn´t love him, I don´t buy it

if she did he´d tell him he´s a hero cause he is

she´s also kind of putting their children against him tbh

she just says Enji is at fault for everything that happened

and if we compare what they both did wrong we can see something very clearly

Rei is the victim and Enji is the bad guy

why is that?

why is Rei forgiven for neglecting Touya and burning Shoto and Enji is burned at stake for anger issues and his inferiority complex? 

they were both abusing their children

and only one of them gets completely forgiven

it´s so unfair to me

[eueden]

 ⟨ MAUDE APATOW. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, EDEN KOPPELMAN is actually a descendent of H E S T I A. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-THREE year old VETERINARY from CAPE TOWN, SOUTH AFRICA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite THOUGHTFUL & QUIXOTIC.

hi, hello, allô, hola, ciao, ella here again with another character. okay so there’s not much to say about me that most of you don’t already know, i have no life and i’m always lurking even if i never do replies (don’t tell the admins) hgsghssghs anyway, this is eden and in a shocking turn of events i actually have a good idea of who she is and look i even made a graphic, if that’s ain’t dedication then i don’t what it is.

basic information.

NAME: eden atara koppelman

PRONUNCIATION: EE - d uh n

NICKNAME: E?? idk

GENDER: cis female

PLACE OF BIRTH: brisbane, queensland, australia

HOMETOWN: cape town, south africa

DATE OF BIRTH: june 26, 1997

AGE: twenty-three

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual so far but secretly curious

MAJOR: veterinary

EXTRACURRICULARS: president of the jewish student association, vice president of the herpetology club, president of the volunteer service, women in leadership member, student government member

SPORTS: captain of the climbing team and co-captain of the track & field team

character inspo.

Jessica Day (New Girl) ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖

Elliott Reid (Scrubs) ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖

Amy Santiago (Brooklyn 99) ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖

background.

tw: death, infant death, car accident, fire

Eden was born in Brisbane, Australia. She comes from an animal lover family. Her grandparents are very popular down under because they had an animal TV show à la Steve Irwin. Her dad followed their footsteps and it’s a well-known zoologist who also had some TV shows (think of Bear Grylls).

TW: death, infant death, car accident. Matthias Koppelman (her dad) had been previously married but lost his wife and child in a car accident and after that he isolated himself from the public eye and moved to Namibia. 

At twenty-eight, he felt the need to climb Mount Everest as one does, ya know? But ofc this man hadn’t climbed in years (he had experience but he’d been too sad to climb mountains. I mean he could barely leave bed, let alone climb Everest). That didn’t stop him and he did.

He almost d worded there bc as I said he was not ready but that’s when Hestia queen of fire showed up and warmed him (in a non sexual way bc she’s pure okay) and he was like oh that was a near dead experience and didn’t think much.

After he conquered the Everest with the help of Hestia, he moved back to Australia and oh surprise a few months later he opened his door and voilá a bebé was there with a note that said “you deserve to have a family, love hestia” 

He was shocked like “did i just impregnate a fantasy?”  but then Hestia was kind enough to send another and explain everything.

Anyway, Eden lived in Brisbane for four years before her dad took a job in South Africa. They moved to Cape Town (and her grandparents came with them) and pretty much had a happy life surrounded by animals. 

TW: fire. When she was nine, her dad took her to a game reserve in Limpopo and by some reason a fire started endangering animals and flora. Everyone was panicking bc I mean wouldn’t u? But Eden was attracted to the flames like a pyro (the good kind tho) and since everyone had better things to do than taking care of a child, they left her unsupervised and she delved into the fire.

Ofc nothing happened to her because ✨immunity✨ but guess who showed up again? Hestia!!!! Being a great goddess and mom, she taught Eden how to use her powers so she could absorb the fire and save all the animals and people. 

Everyone was like holy shit a miracle and the firefighters were like “the fuck? we did shit but we gonna take the credit lol”

Eden was like “did that just happen?” and yes, it did but she was like “meh that was imagination” and her dad was like *nervous chuckle* “yeah…” because he didn’t want to tell her the truth since that could put her in danger.

At 13, she had her bat mitzvah and it was all fun and games until fire lady showed up aka Hestia. Her dad and Hestia explained everything and Eden was like: 

Hestia claimed her and off to camp she went. For the next few years she went to camps all over the world as a treat.

She never went on a quest bc she was afraid and also because she couldn’t put herself in danger and risk losing her life bc her dad already had lost a child… so yeah

Her dad remarried when she was seventeen and a year later she welcomed a new baby brother and that’s why she decided to take a gap year to be with her bro and also work with her dad in the reserves.

She moved to Athens when she was nineteen and decided to go into veterinary school. So yes Ella will get her dog one way or another idc what the admins say :chaos:

Ahhhh that’s all folks!!! We did it!

FULL BIO (yes, i completed it this time)

personality.

Eden never loses her sense of curiosity. You could say that she sees life through rose colored glasses as if she lived on the edge of a mirror country where worldly objects come to life, where flora and fauna assume almost human qualities.  

She has the ability to see the good in almost anyone or anything and tends to sympathize with even the most unfriendly person. She often hides the extreme depth of feelings from her, even from herself, until circumstances elicit a passionate response. 

She has a deep sense of idealism that comes from a strong personal sense of right and wrong. She sees the world as a place full of possibilities and potentials and is governed by her intuition. She is quite reserved and is not easily manipulated. 

She is a good listener and considerate, they try to care for and understand others in a deep way. She can be very calm and intuitive with the people around her, being able to search for hidden meanings in the actions and words of others.

Of course, all of life is not rosy and Eden is not exempt from suffering the same disappointments and frustrations that are common to others. She tends to be a perfectionist and often strives for personal ideals that can be exhausting or very difficult to obtain.

She also struggles with time management, always leaving everything to the last minute claiming she “works better under pressure” but the truth is she’s just a procrastinator. 

Very sensible, she cries almost every day either because of a commercial or a sweet story she read on Facebook. It doesn’t matter, if it’s slightly emotional she will shed some tears.

powers.

pyrokinesis: This power first manifested when she was nine years old and she helped to save an animal reserve from the flames with the help of Hestia. Since she was claimed when she was thirteen, she’s learned how to use this power. Now she can summon fire without any problem and put it out just as fast. This is very helpful because she loves baking but she’s a bit clumsy so she often burns herself, but thankfully, she’s immune, so no pain. However, Eden has never been able to create a hot wall of flames nor she has ever asked how to do that, she just hopes she never has to use it.

serenity inducement: Eden avoids conflict at all cost, not only it makes her cry but also makes her very uncomfortable and anxious which is why this was the first power she manifested. She was just a child but from what she remembers it was during a class in preschool that a kid started hitting another one. Eden panicked at such an act of violence she went there and touched the bully’s shoulder which immediately calmed him. Back then she didn’t know it was a power but after finding out about her true identity, many other events like this started to make sense. This is the power she uses the most, also with animals which is why she makes such a good veterinarian because she can calm an animal's nerves.

bond manipulation: She wouldn’t say this is one of her weakest powers but it’s one she didn’t use often growing up because she came from such a stable family that it didn’t seem necessary, however, she sometimes catches herself using it in group projects or at her workplace, you know, to keep things healthy and positive.

ability to summon food: By far the one she uses the least (personally speaking), she likes cooking and baking, so she doesn’t see the point but she does use it to feed stray animals.

headcanons.

Eden speaks fluent English, she has a mixed South African and Australian accent but she can switch. At school, half of her classes were in Afrikaans, so she also speaks it fluently. Greek comes from her demigod side, but she also took some classes back in school upon her father’s request. Growing up in a very Jewish family, her grandparents believed it was pretty important that Eden learned Yiddish and Hebrew, she can read it perfectly but struggles speaking it, especially Yiddish because she also attended Hebrew school. As for French, she learned in high school and she still takes lessons at Eonia but she hates it.

Her father started taking her to a climbing gym when she was five and by the time she was ten she was already climbing 6a routes which is pretty much an intermediate level and very impressive for her age. 

She had her own TV show on Discover Kids titled “Eden’s Wildlife Adventure” in which she explained the importance of different types of animals. The first seasons were shot between Australia and South Africa, but in later seasons she traveled across Africa and South America. The show ran from 2005-2011 (which was when she was claimed).

Dreams of climbing Mount Everest before her 30th birthday.

Her father is a classic rock band and so is she. Her animals have been named after influential musicians. Right now she has a cat named Hendrix, a horse named Cobain, a dog named Mick. Growing up her father took care of a baby lion which they named Little Richard because he was smaller than most lion cubs. Over the years, his father and grandparents have fostered several wild animals while they recover or before they are sent to a reserve. Among the animals they have fostered are elephants, giraffes, zebras, cheetahs, leopards, hippos and more.

While she loves rock, she’s also a sucker for 2000s pop. Please don’t ask her about modern artists because she’s clueless. 

She’s fed up with the Mean Girl jokes, we get it she grew up in Africa and she’s white.

She is a proud Jewish girl and follows many traditions. She does attend the local synagogue during Yom Kippur and Rosh Hashanah. And of course, Hanukkah is her favorite holiday. Her family practices Reform Judaism, so she doesn’t follow a kosher diet.

Eden was raised as a vegan and her whole family is vegan. In the past years, she has been in the process of becoming vegetarian.

Favorites: Anything written by Agatha Christie(book); Say Anything (1989) (movie); Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fear (song); 

Again, no one asked me but I will reply: “Ella, does Eden hate Iker?” “Well, thanks for asking. In a shocking turn of events, no she doesn’t. How come you might ask? Well, she doesn’t hate anyone but if she ever did then yes, she would hate him.”

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[fluttershys-lament]

so uh my parents insist that women should shave their legs, they didn't say because they look "prettier", their reason is because other ppl could make fun of them if they didn't

...or well they just tell me to shave my legs or else everyone else would make fun of me (and they know how much i can cry because of the slightest thing)

but i *don't* want to shave them because i don't wanna, and doing it for pressure just feels worse (for me), but ik if i don't shave them then my classmates (especially boys because,,,idk most boys here are very rude) would make fun of me and i would end up crying

what the frick should i do

(under a cut because it isn't that necessary to say but-)

i remember being obsessed with shaving my arms and legs, and also with having a (much) lighter skin (ok tbh i wasn't too obsessed with the shaving one, the one i was rlly obsessed with was the skintone). and just last year i finally didn't care much about those things to the point i would cry, i still haven't come to terms with the last one tho, but only when i look at my skintone for a few mins

and now that i feel *fine* with having legs and arms with hair, my mum comes and says that i have to shave my legs if i wanna wear shorts or skirts?????? the fuck?????? my legs are fine, they aren't bald (i think that isn't the correct term here but it's funny so-) and they don't have that much hair??? dude

i think "i shouldn't care about what others say in this case because it's stupid" but i know i WILL cry if someone calls me by a nickname based on that, like man im crying rn and im just writing this

one of the things i like about tumblr is the positivity here (ofc there's some negativity but im not talking about that), like, reading those posts made me feel better about my body, but now my parents come and they just,, ruin it??? idk

they aren't bad parents, i mean i know they try their best, but dude they are kinda bad when it comes to clothing and looks lmao