#Please give her well wishes to grow big and strong

[aedeagus]

Say hiii to baby Chantilly

[lullinglily]

His Promised Consort (Messmer the Impaler X Fem!Reader)

Being the firstborn of Queen Marika means that Messmer carries a great deal of importance concerning who he is to marry. Marika saw to that, of course.

While it was troublesome finding a family that would relinquish their child to one as serpentine as he, she did eventually find a willing house.

You were the daughter of a wealthy noble family settled inside the walls of the Royal Capital, and a strong contender for the prince’s hand.

When Marika first tells her son of the meeting she’s set up, he’s terrified. How could one come to love him, cursed as he is?

Nevertheless, he wishes to please his mother. 

The young prince is especially clueless when it comes to these sort of things and finds himself frequently asking for help from his servants. How does one woo a young lady such as yourself? What if you dislike him? It’s far too often that his chamberlain catches him venting his anxieties to his serpent companions. 

When he first meets you you’re almost his exact height. It’s no big surprise; you’re both quite close in age, after all. After the initial meeting however, Messmer’s demigod status begins to show. Each time you meet he’s about a foot taller. While you’re looking up at him in awe, he’s staring down at you in confusion. Why is it that you still don’t make it up to his chest?

He never ceases to be charmingly awkward each time you meet. Even though he’s grown he still acts like a shy young boy, especially around you. Fumbling with his hands, regaling you with tales of his family’s successes, stumbling over his verbosity … It’s adorable. 

Later on in the courtship, Queen Marika herself will invite both you and Messmer to catch up on your own while she and your family discuss things further. It’s a little nerve-racking of course, but Messmer approaches this task with total earnestness. He wants you to like him; to be proud of him and his family. And so, he takes you on a tour of Leyndell castle. He shows you around and gives you lengthly explanations of each and every inch of the place while trying to ignore how quickly his heart is beating. He finds it difficult to talk when a simple glance from you is enough to tie his tongue up in knots.

From time to time there will be dinners at either family’s residences, and the both of you will always be sat together. The prince uses these opportunities to be as gentlemanly as possible; pulling out your chair for you, asking if you need anything, if the food is to your liking, etc … While it’s not his intention, it never ceases to fluster you. So much so that at some point you pull him aside and tell him that all you truly want is to hear him talk about himself; about his desires and what he likes. And that, while you appreciate how accommodating he always is, you’d like to know less about the prince and more about Messmer. It’s after this discussion that he becomes more relaxed, and more intrigued with you as a whole. He’s still awkward in your presence, still eager to please, but somehow less uptight about it all. 

His snakes grow closer to you each time you visit as well. At first they approach you only to take you in, their eyes working you over before pulling back towards their master. As your relationship with Messmer grows so too does his serpents’ fondness for you. They keep their eyes on you even when their Lord’s back is turned, much to his chagrin. They’ve gotten more comfortable with your presence, gently rubbing against you as if urging you to pet them. The moment you enter the room they perk up, flicking their tongues in greeting as they move towards you, often prompting Messmer to gently reel them back. 

It’s hard for him to believe that eventually the both of you will be married. You seem to him a princess already, perfect in every way possible, and so different from his curse-ridden self. 

You mean everything to him. After years of courting you, of feeling unworthy of your grace, of awkward brushes against each other and a final exchanging of vows; you were together. He simply could not have been happier.

Your wedding was grand, yet few people were allowed in to witness it. Those who were granted access to the union told of a serious looking Messmer attempting to hold back a smile as the priest read aloud the words he was meant to repeat; words which he echoed almost as soon as they were spoken to him. His voice, while stoic, was betrayed by this telling notion of excitement. 

The both of you lived together in Leyndell only for as long as it took Messmer and his mother to plan the crusade. You’d enjoyed your time there, your husband could tell, but he swore to you the Land of Shadow would be far more to your tastes. A land in which he alone ruled, and so too would you. 

He left once the plan was ready to be put into action, placing a gentle kiss on your hand where the ring he gave you rested. He promised to return for you once his crusade had its first few successes, and soon enough it had. 

You’d missed him, and by the way he enveloped you in his lanky embrace it seemed he missed you just as terribly —  if not more so. 

While you were sure your marriage to your husband and his horrid deeds sullied the name of your house, you refused to leave him. You were both quite attached to each other.

Messmer’s Fire Knights told of the bond between him and his Pyrefly Consort, how it had existed since childhood and held strong even in the death-touched land they both now occupied. 

Never would those under his command have the privilege of seeing the both of you doting on each other. In fact, anyone who bore witness to The Impaler himself melting in his wife’s arms would be incinerated on the spot. 

After everything had been said and done, after Messmer and his crusade had been denounced by the very Order they served, after Marika’s blessings had halted; you remained his. In that grim keep he had only you and his seal to remind him of his mother, of Marika and her kindness. 

While his seal was still in its place, it was no heartfelt gift. You, however, were. 

You who so sweetly regarded him as your one and only beloved, you who he’d known for so long it felt as though you were a part of his very being. You whom he loved so dearly, so completely. When those he trusted rebelled against him, when his name was made into a four-letter word and even his mother seemed to have forgotten him, you still took his bloodied hands in yours. 

And for that he will forever be in your debt. 

[sideblog-ver3]

steddie (18+)

(vampire boobs) (spider webs) (big dick steve) (club bang)

“she takes it like a champ, stevie. look at our girl.”

you whined and squirmed beneath them, the pillow under your stomach sinking under your weight and your face rubbed into the comforter. tight ropes wrapped around your wrist that connected to your thigh and another rope held your ankles to the bed.

“such a good girl. listens to her daddies.”

a finger was pushed into your hole and a silicone vibrator was stimulating your clit. the two boys just talked about you, not bothering to address you, not like you could respond in sentences. you’d only be able to say, “uh- uh huh.” “ah ah ah.” “ple- please.” face pinching in pleasure, drool dripping from the side of your mouth.

“kick it up a notch, eddie. sure she can handle it.” a warm palm caressed at your tensed shoulder blades. sliding bits of wild hair over your shoulders, lingering fingers rubbing at your neck.

“she’s a good pup.” a slight shift in the air and you felt wet lips pressing kisses onto your moistened skin. then pressing in hard, lips parting, teeth toying at your skin and tongue licking at scattered beauty marks.

you shivered and sighed. “yes i am.” responding to steve’s statement about you being their good pup. you were well trained for the two sex fiend boys. knowing to only cum when they say, being their cock slut, allowing them to fill any of your holes to the brim. even just sitting on your knees as steve and eddie pleasured themselves only, leaving you to watch and feel your slick coat your thighs together.

“oh, she can speak? definitely kicking it up. also give her another finger.” eddie commanded steve. you heard a click then felt the toy go from mild to mildly higher. you cooed at the sensation then moaned when a thick finger curled in your tight cunt.

eddie’s musical laugh fluttered your heart. “i can see these lips getting puffy with the second.” then a harsh slap was gifted to your right ass cheek, you yelp and tried to drag your legs up but the ropes restrained you.

“you suck these fingers so good, almost as good as your mouth.” steve grunted as he thrust his two fingers back and forth harshly into your pussy. your fingers curled into the ropes on your wrist, wishing you could hold either boys hand.

“maybe she can have our cocks after, you know, as a treat. how that sound, baby?” eddie’s gruff voice twisted your stomach, the mental image making you salivate. “ye- yes da- daddy.”

“atta girl.” a ringed hand spread your lips further apart, the chill of metal a welcoming touch. you could hear the gentle noise of your wetness growing, the smooth gliding without friction. eddie pressed the toy harder to your sensitive nub, causing your ass to push up further into steve’s fingers.

now steve smacked your left ass cheek, “stay down. be a good pup.” he started to finger you harder, causing your body to slid on the pillow. you squeezed your eyes shut but couldn’t help your open jaw mouth, glops of drool staining the bedding.

the knot in your lower stomach grew tighter by each thrust and electric burst. legs wishing to close together but unable to compile.

“how close?” eddie asked. your brows scrunched as you assessed your body, “eight. al- almost there.”

“another finger.” steve warned and you couldn’t help the throaty moan that followed, feeling full to the brim up wanting even more. you wished to get fucked right now, but that wasn’t on the menu for the night.

“going up.” a click and the silicone went into high mode. a strong pulse stringing you closer and closer as you imagined the muscles in steve’s bicep as he worked his arm.

“daddies….” trying to warn them about your incoming release. needing a verbal confirmation from one of them, not wanting to be edged tonight for punishment.

“it’s okay baby. whenever you’re ready.” steve’s honey laced voice soothed your burning left ear, his tongue licking at the lobe.

three more pumps and a hard pressure of the toy and you were gushing around steve’s fingers, legs trembling and breath choppy. eddie clicked the toy off and steve slid his three fingers out slowly, pussy fluttering at the thick loss.

your tired eyes closed as your heard them work at your restraints then felt as they soothed and kissed at your reddened marks. adoring hands worked over your body, noises of clean up filled the space and you were slowly getting ready for that treat they promised.

“i think i deserve a reward. don’t you agree?” getting a bit of a cocky attitude.

both boys chuckled and started stripping bits of left over clothing. “yeah pup.” “but we’re gonna fuck that bit of brattiness out of you.” and you were happy for that outcome.

[novaursa]

I have an idea for a request - Gwayne and his wife putting their children to bed and they ask them to tell them as a bedtime story how they met. Gwayne tells them the story how he saved her from big bad wolf (Criston Cole) who was after her.

The Big Bad Wolf of Duskendale

- Summary: You and Gwayne tell your children a bedtime story about the dragon princess and her knight.

- Paring: (wife) targ!reader/Gwayne Hightower

- Note: The reader is the younger sister of Rhaenyra and is bonded with Grey Ghost.

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @deniixlovezelda @duck-duck-goose2 @aadu2173 @holdingforgeneralhugs

The soft light of the dying embers in the hearth casts a warm shadow across the chambers as you and Gwayne move quietly through the room. The evening air is cool, and the scent of lavender drifts from the bedsheets, calming the bustling energy that still clings to your children, despite the late hour. You smile softly as you watch your little ones nestled beneath the covers, their silver hair gleaming faintly in the firelight—each a beautiful reflection of your shared blood, both Targaryen and Hightower.

The twins, your eldest—a boy and a girl—stare up at you with wide, eager eyes, while your youngest, still too small to sit up on her own, is already drifting off in your arms. Gwayne, ever the doting father, tucks the twins in gently before meeting your gaze, his lips curling into a smile that never fails to make your heart flutter.

"Will you read us a story, Father? Please?" the girl, Rhaela, pleads, her voice soft but insistent. Her brother, Maelor, nods in agreement, eyes gleaming with excitement.

You exchange a glance with Gwayne, and he chuckles under his breath. "Ah, a story, is it? What kind of story do you wish to hear tonight?" His voice is a soothing baritone, full of warmth and humor, the kind that wraps around your heart like a protective embrace.

Rhaela and Maelor both begin talking at once, their voices blending into a chorus of childish demands. Gwayne raises a brow, silencing them with a mock-serious expression. "Now, now, one at a time. How will I know what story to tell if I can't hear you properly?"

Maelor puffs out his chest. "A story of dragons!"

Rhaela is quick to counter, "No! A story about love!"

Gwayne laughs, glancing at you as if to say they are too much like you—fiery and full of life, just as you are. You smile at him and settle onto the edge of the bed, gently rocking your infant daughter in your arms. Her soft breathing is a steady rhythm, comforting amid the evening’s calm.

Gwayne leans back, considering for a moment before his eyes brighten with inspiration. "How about a story of both? A tale of bravery, dragons, and love, all in one?"

The twins' eyes widen in excitement. "Yes!" they cry in unison.

You give Gwayne an amused look, curious as to what tale he’ll spin for them. He turns toward the children, his expression growing serious, as if preparing to impart some great secret.

"Well then," he begins, "there was once a great knight of Oldtown—handsome and strong, with a heart brave enough to face any foe. His name was Ser Gwayne Hightower."

You roll your eyes playfully at the exaggerated self-description, but your children hang on his every word. Gwayne winks at you before continuing.

"Ser Gwayne was no ordinary knight, for he had caught the eye of the most beautiful princess in all the realm." His gaze flickers to you, and though you've been his wife for years, his words still make your cheeks warm. "This princess was fierce and wise, a rider of dragons. She was none other than the daughter of a great king, her blood as pure as fire, and her heart as bold as the skies she soared."

"That’s you, isn’t it, Mama?" Rhaela giggles, her hand reaching out to touch your knee. You smile and nod, brushing a hand through her silver locks.

"Indeed," Gwayne continues. "This princess was loved by all, but there was one who sought her for darker reasons. A man they called the Big Bad Wolf—Ser Criston Cole. He was a fearsome knight, sworn to the crown, but his heart had turned cold and bitter, and he sought to hunt the princess down."

The mention of Criston Cole sends a chill down your spine, the memories of battle flashing through your mind—the chaos, the blood, and the fire. You had faced him at Duskendale, sent by your sister Rhaenyra to defend the city and keep it loyal to the Black cause. But Criston Cole had been relentless, hunting you from the skies as you and your dragon, Grey Ghost, had rained fire upon your enemies.

Gwayne’s voice draws you back from the memories, his tone now more solemn as he recounts the tale for your children. "The Big Bad Wolf chased the princess far and wide, across rivers and mountains, until she was forced to fight him, high above the ground on her dragon’s back. Grey Ghost, her mighty dragon, was swift and powerful, but even the fiercest dragons are not immune to treachery."

Rhaela’s eyes are wide with concern, her little hands gripping the blanket tightly. "Did the Wolf hurt her, Father?"

Gwayne shakes his head, his smile reassuring. "Not while Ser Gwayne was near, my sweet. For as the Wolf closed in on the princess, determined to bring her down, the brave knight of Oldtown arrived on his white horse, charging through the battlefield with his sword gleaming in the sunlight."

You can’t help but laugh softly at the embellished image he paints of himself. In truth, Gwayne had fought fiercely that day, risking his life to protect you, but the memory of the battle is far more brutal than the romantic tale he tells now.

"He rode into the fray, his heart filled with nothing but love and courage," Gwayne continues, his voice rising with dramatic flair. "With a mighty swing of his sword, he struck down the Big Bad Wolf, saving the princess from certain doom. And together, they won the day, their love stronger than any sword or flame."

Maelor sits up in bed, eyes gleaming with excitement. "And then what happened? Did they live happily ever after?"

You and Gwayne exchange a glance, your hearts swelling with shared memories of that day. You had emerged from the battle victorious, with Criston Cole dead at your feet and your bond with Gwayne strengthened beyond measure. His love had been your anchor in those chaotic times, and it remained so now, years later.

"And then," you say softly, "they returned home to their castle, where they raised their children—who were just as brave and clever as they were."

Gwayne grins, his arm slipping around your waist as you sit together on the bed. "And every night, they would tell them stories of dragons and knights, love and adventure, until the children fell asleep, dreaming of the skies they, too, would one day soar."

The twins beam up at you, their eyes heavy with sleep now. "Goodnight, Father. Goodnight, Mama," they murmur in unison, their voices soft as their eyelids begin to close.

You kiss each of their foreheads, whispering your goodnights before rising from the bed. Gwayne follows, taking the sleeping infant from your arms with gentle care. Together, you step out into the hallway, closing the door behind you, leaving your children to their peaceful dreams.

As you walk down the corridor, Gwayne leans close, his voice soft in your ear. "I may have embellished a bit."

You chuckle quietly, resting your head against his shoulder. "Only a little. But I think they liked your version better."

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple as you walk, the quiet of the night settling around you like a comforting embrace. In the end, the battle of Duskendale had been but one chapter in your story—yours and Gwayne’s—a tale still unfolding, filled with love, dragons, and the promise of many more adventures to come.

[worldofkuro]

Painted Smile

Painted Smile XXXIII

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Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: Oh my dear readers. I truly hope you will enjoy this chapters because I did. I had to cut this chapters in half because it would have been too long. Next chapters are going to be really intense I think, please do tell me your thoughts.

“ Alice, leave your father’s shadow alone!”

It’s been a few years since you gave birth to your little girl and it had been.. Interesting so far. 

After giving birth, you stayed inside the hospital for a week. It seemed like you had bleed too much so the doctors wanted to make sure you would be safe before going home. Your parents visited you as soon as you were stable.

“ Oh, my baby..!” your mother ran toward you and hugged you while your father shook Alastor’s hand with teary eyes. 

You smiled at your mother as you showed her your baby. Your dad immediately coed at her, carrying her in his arms as your mother kissed her forehead. Alastor stayed by your side, caressing your hand, making sure you were feeling fine. You smiled sweetly at him, you were exhausted but you were also feeling full of energy!

Marie came the next day with flowers and sweets for you. She hugged her son with a soft expression before kissing you on both cheeks. She couldn’t hold her tears when you showed her Alice. She kissed Alice’s forehead before taking her in her arms after you had her permission.

“ She looks just like you, Alastor!” She beamed as Alice opened her eyes to look at her grandma.” Oh, but her gaze is just like your wife!” She giggled before Alice began to cry, surely wanting to go back into your arms.

You took Alice in your arms as Marie gave you advice which you listened to carefully. She seemed so happy to be a grandma, you knew Alastor was feeling satisfied to have given such a smile on his mother’s face.

The fourth day, Alyzée came to visit you. You were breastfeeding Alice while Alastor was packing your things. You were feeling fine now, so you knew the doctor would release you soon. You lifted your head up when you saw Alyzée entering the room.

“ Hello and congratulations.” She smiled softly with a huge bouquet of flowers. Alastor took it before going to place it toward your luggages, rolling his eyes as Alyzée congratulated you once more.

‘ Can they be original with their congratulations ?’

Alastor…

When you told the name you chose for your baby, Alyzée almost burst into tears but you could see she was trying to be strong. You took her hand in yours with a soft smile. You knew her pain, you wouldn’t judge her for crying.

“ I… I came with someone.” She said with a shy smile. She turned her head toward the door and you beamed as you saw the butler that used to serve Alice, the one who saw you growing up.

“ Hello, dear. I’m happy you are doing well.”

You all talk a little, even if at some point Alastor walked out with the butler. You gave Alice to Alyzée who held her carefully in her arms. You were still missing your best friend, how you wished she could be here with her own baby. You both would talk about your feelings and your fears about being a mother…

Once everyone left your room, you smiled when you saw Baron Samedi and Papa Legba sitting next to you. Of course, you almost panicked when a nurse came to check on you but you sigh in relief when you remembered she couldn’t see them. You looked at Alastor when the nurse left your room.

“ Kalfu doesn’t want to come?”

“He doesn't care.” He shrugged before sitting next to you. You stared at him. Since Alice was born he never held her. Why? Was he scared? Did he not care about her? “ Yes, dear?”

“ Don’t you want to hold our daughter?” You smiled at him as Alice was making adorable baby noises.

“ Why? You don’t want to hold her anymore? I can carry her if you want.” Alastor smiled as he approached his hand toward you but you shook your head.

“ Do you want to ?”

You scrutinized Alastor’s face as he looked at you with his usual smile. He didn't seem disgusted with your baby… so why?

You sighed, shaking your head with a soft smile. You knew Alastor wasn’t like normal people, that’s also why you loved him so much. You couldn’t force him to do things if he wasn’t uncomfortable. It was like you were younger, you had to tame him before being able to touch him. Maybe it was going to be the same with Alice?

“ She is such a cute baby, I’m happy you are alive and well, little warrior!”  Said Baron Samedi watching Alice who was falling asleep. 

You stroke your baby cheek with a soft smile. You felt so different since Alice was born, it’s only been a few days and yet you felt stronger in a way. It was like being a mother gave you another kind of power…Talking about powers..

You looked at Alastor who was talking with Baron Samedi about his new power. From what he told them, he could manipulate fire, which you witnessed the night Alice died. But Kalfu had given him a reddish cane that had the power to trap souls inside of it, but Alastor would lose one year of his lifespan for each soul trapped.

“ That bastard… He really gave you that, huh…” Said Baron Samedi, crossing his arms against his torso. He didn’t seem happy with the news but he wasn’t furious either. You asked him if this power was supposed to be his, which he answered with an amused expression. “ We can say that…”

“ Am I the only one whose lifespan will be shortened ?” Asked Alastor. You tilted your head at his words, you didn’t even think about it. 

“ Logically, no. You are bound together forever, if your lifespan is being reduced because of your deal, our little lady will also shorten her lifespan.” Explained Papa Legba with his habitual warm expression.

Alastor’s gaze fell on you. You already knew what he was thinking, he didn’t want to use this power if you were affected but… Losing one year was nothing, and you wanted to use this power against one person only.

“If we trapped Trey’s soul inside the cane, we wouldn’t need it anymore.” You smiled at him, confident. “ Let’s cage his soul and then never use the cane ever again.”

Alastor studied you for a long minute before smiling as usual. He kissed your forehead with a fondness you always loved.  You knew he was thinking about a way out of this rule Kalfu decided on the canne. You trusted him, you knew he would succeed.

“ Now, let’s talk about you, my dear. You also earned another power, flying was it?” He looked at Papa Legba with a smirk that the spirit didn’t return it.

“ Well, it is the power to understand the air, that is her new power. She can’t control the air, she is only human after all.”

“ But… you said it was a new skill of mine? Levitating…”

“ Well of course, your Telekinesis power got stronger enough for you to use it on yourself to be able to levitate. You aren’t really controlling the air…”

“ But, the air was like a storm around me at that time.” You said, looking at Alastor who nodded, confirming your sayings.

“ I know little lady, I was there.  I summoned a spirit who controls the air, they are very empathic so your rage filled them enough to make a small storm inside the room. The spirit didn’t want to leave you, so you can work with them.  You will now be able to ask the wind to do things for you, if the spirit wants to, of course.”

 You looked at him confused. Why did this spirit want to work with you, you didn’t ask for them… 

You nodded slowly looking around. Was the spirit here ?

“ No, no”, laughed Legba while Baron Samedi was chuckling next to you, “ they are having fun somewhere right now. As long as you don’t summon them, they won’t stay next to you. Wind is freedom after all.”

“ So, my dearest can ask this spirit to go somewhere and do things? Or is it a passive spirit?” Asked Alastor, he seemed very interested. “ Is it the same kind of spirit that I have for my fire? Or is it different ?”

“ Well, we can say that those powers you two have are from spirits. Your powers aren’t yours, remember that. They belong to the spirits Kalfu and I let into this realm. If we ever took them back, you would be powerless.” Legba stared at you with a sadness you couldn’t understand. Was it advice or a warning..?

“ But yes, to be clear, Alastor owns a Fire spirit while the little doll works with the air spirit.” Baron Samedi said as he smoked his cigar. You frowned at the spirit who seemed confused by your glare but when you showed your baby he laughed before stepping back, smoking away from you and Alice.

“ Why do I work with a spirit and Alastor owns it?” you asked.  

“ Well… Alastor’s spirits are trapped with him until he dies or Kalfu decides he wants them back. You, little lady, work with them because they want to. They can go back to the spiritual realm if they deem you not worthy of their service.” Papa Legba explained.

“ But why?”

“ Haha ! Because you are working with Legba and your husband with Kalfu, it’s that simple.” Teased Baron Samedi.

You looked at Alastor who was smirking. You liked your conditions better, at least, you knew you still had your powers because the spirits liked you… Talking about spirits..

“ My shadow…!” You shouted, awaking Alice. She began to cry and you quickly tried to calm her down by kissing her cheeks, whispering apologies.

“ Oh yes, it went back to me.”

“Why..?” You whispered, feeling hurt, even more that now you knew for sure the spirit could decide if they wanted to stay by your side and share their powers with you. Your shadow left when you were in that special moment, but why..?

“ Oh, it asked me to make sure nothing would happen to you. I said I couldn’t do anything, so it stayed with me so it wouldn’t draw energy from you just by being by your side.”

You saw your husband's confused face, did he think the shadows did not feel anything? You were touched, your shadow tried to find help somewhere else… You missed it.

“ Can it come back..?”

“ Well, of course.” replied the old spirit.

You didn’t have the time to thank Papa Legba as you saw your shadow on the wall moving before dashing toward you. You laughed as it hugged you, covering your body with its black arms. You patted its head before it let you go and watched your baby in your arms. You smiled softly as it touched Alice’s cheeks which made her move a little before opening her eyes. 

Your shadow was then tackled but Alastor’s which made your husband scoff at his shadow actions. You knew your lover hated being seen as uncomposed, so seeing his shadow being his opposite must frustrated him. Well, it made you laugh.

The two spirits vanished after another hour of talking. You observed your husband who was watching you and your daughter. You tilted your head, opening your mouth to ask him what he was thinking about but he cut you off.

“ She has your eyes…”

You beamed, looking at your baby who was holding a lock of your hair. You couldn’t deny it, Alice had her father’s color’ eyes but the way they seemed to shine was just like your eyes. 

The day before you could leave the hospital, Victor came to congratulate you. He came with a lot of chocolate which made you beamed. You were dying to eat some since you’ve been captive here.

Alastor was mocking Victor, asking if he managed his emission at the radio. Victor seemed clearly embarrassed, saying he managed to do enough but he clearly didn’t have the same amount of audience since Alastor took some days off to stay with you. 

Victor was really a sweetheart, he couldn’t help but smile at Alice when he saw her. After a small discussion, you discovered that Victor was dying to have a child too but he was still single so it was going to be difficult. 

“ I’m sure you are going to find someone, Victor!”

“ Yes, and maybe they will listen to you on the radio.” Teased Alastor, making you shake your head with a small smile. 

After Victor left, Mimzy came in. You were surprised she even came, you weren’t very close to her, but as she entered the room she immediately congratulated Alastor and began to speak with him. 

You didn’t partake into their conversation, you mostly took care of Alice. Mimzy was the one who helped you with dancing but since Larry’s death, you didn't really interact with her, even at your wedding.

When you were discharged from the hospital, you were more than happy to go home. You could finally start this new life with Alastor.

Being a mother was challenging, you were always worried something would happen. But thankfully, your spirits were very helpful. Sometimes the wind would whisper in your ear that Alice needed to be changed, making you stop what you were doing to help your daughter.

Your shadow would also help you when you were taking care of the food, it would watch over Alice, making her laugh. You wondered if it was normal, your shadow could interact with people but you weren’t sure if they could see it… But Legba taught you that children were very sensible to the spiritual realm. If Alice was capable of seeing your shadow once she was older, then you would be sure that she has spiritual powers.

Alastor was so attentive to your needs too. Sometimes you would just fall on the bed because you were so exhausted that you couldn’t do anything more. Alastor would take care of the cooking, ordering you to take a bath and not do anything else.

Marie and your mother would come often, helping you when you felt like you were going to turn crazy because Alice couldn’t sleep and was crying since this morning. 

One night, you woke up because you were sure you heard Alice crying. You didn’t notice Alastor wasn’t by your side on the bed. You saw the baby bed empty and almost fainted. Where was your baby? 

You felt the wind pushing toward a direction and you followed it until you were in front of Alastor’s office. You peeked inside the room and almost melted at the sight. 

Alastor was holding Alice in his arms while showing her his old radio that he had owned since his childhood. Alice was blablating like a baby, trying to reach for the radio.

“ Ha-ha. Young lady, this radio is older than you, you should be respectful.” Alastor tutted, taking Alice’s hands away from his precious items. “ Now, you need to be able to be quick minded, if not you would get bored… We don’t want that, right?” 

You smiled when you saw Alice smiled and reached for her father’s face. Alastor tilted his face toward your baby, permitting Alice to touch his glasses, before looking at you with a fond smile.

“ Darling, you are awake…”

You walked toward him, caressing his cheek as he closed his eyes when he felt your touch. You looked at your baby and husband, was happiness this simple? You kissed Alastor with all the affections you could convey. How happy you felt…

Alastor would talk with Alice, never using a baby voice like Marie or your mother would do. He would talk like he was talking to an adult which made you laugh when he asked her if she wanted to try Jambalaya when she was older.

The first time Alice said mommy, you almost dropped her. You were teaching her how to talk, Alastor was sitting next to you with his coffee and then Alice just said it.

“ Mo..Mommy..”

You froze as Alastor coughed, almost choking on his drink. You stared at your baby who was giggling, her hand reaching for your face. You hugged her while semi-screaming to your husband.

“ Did you hear? Did you?”

“ I think I did. Well done Alice.”

When Alice finally said Dad, you smirked at Alastor who couldn’t help himself but smirked at his daughter, saying she better learn more words or they couldn’t have a discussion.

You took a lot of pictures with your camera. Pictures about Alastor and Alice, Alice alone, you and your daughter. Alastor would play the piano and you would sing, smiling when you saw your baby looking at the both of you with stars in her eyes.

When she took her first steps, you were sitting on the sofa, watching her as she was playing with toys that Victor had gifted her. Alastor was working and you knew he would come later tonight.

But then, 9 month old Alice just decided it was time for her to walk. She stood up, making you freeze, and then walked clumsily toward you with a big smile. You quickly opened your arms and took her against your chest, screaming in delight. You put her on the floor once more and then walked away a bit and stared at her.

“ Come to mommy, Alice!”

She tilted her head but then she did it again.

When Alastor came from work you told him not to move and put Alice on the floor. Alastor tilted his head before his eyes widened when he saw your daughter walking toward him. He crouched in front of her with a smirk, watching her as she clumsily fell in his arms.

“ Well, isn’t it early for you to already walk?”

The only answer he got  was you, screaming in joy and Alice’s happy noises.

That night, Alice slept peacefully.You were watching over her with a fond expression. You felt your husband's arms wrapping themselves around your waist and his hot torso being against your back.

“ Still nothing?”

“ Nothing that could make him fall.”

You knew, while you were taking care of Alice, Alastor was trying to find clues about Trey. You really felt useless, letting Alastor take care of everything but he told you that you shouldn’t care about it. For now, your preoccupation was to take care of Alice and yourself.

His shadow was always with your daughter and you. After what Trey did, he didn't want to take any risks. Alastor thought Trey would try to hurt you, but you weren’t feeling it. And Alastor would always take your feeling seriously about a situation.

“ I think he doesn't want anything to do with us.”

“ Why is that, dear?”

“ Well, I had a feeling so.. I asked the wind which told me..” You grimaced when you saw Alastor’ eyes changing. He was staring at you, without moving, his nails digging into your wais. You knew he was angry because you used a spirit to keep track of Trey. “ Listen.. I don’t.. I can’t let you do all the work.”

“ What if he saw the spirit? What if he felt it?” Alastor asked, his voice dangerously low.

“ He didn’t, the spirit would have told me…  But, now that he is without a wife, he cares about the testament from his father in law.. He wants the Richemonts’s wealth.”

“ Well, he is going to own it. He is the rightful heir to all of Richemont's wealth…”

You sighed, shaking your head, your fist clenching so hard you felt your nails digging into the palms of your hands.

“ He doesn’t own it. Richemont's name doesn’t belong to him.” You spat, feeling anger taking place inside you making the wind around you move your and Alastor’s hair.

“ Don’t worry, we will kill him before he manages that.” Alastor said, kissing your cheek, while his hands were moving toward your neck. You sighed as he squeezed it a little, just like your husband told you, everything was going to turn alright. 

Years passed by and this is where you were right now: June 1932.

Alice was now five and she was the most beautiful little girl you ever met! She had lighter skin tan than her father but she had his brown-honey like eyes, her hair was lighter than yours, but she had long wavy locks. She had a cute red dress with a pink ribbon. She had quite a mouth, just like her father.

She was playful, clever, expressive, witty, entertaining and joyful. Marie said she was the perfect mixt of you and Alastor which you agreed. Alice could be very polite with adults, but a brat with her classmates. She was overconfident in herself, thinking she had all the answers. Of course, Alastor would laugh, testing her every time.

And of course, Alastor wasn’t taking gloves, even with Alice, so their banter would last thirty minutes before Alice ran into your arms, saying that her dad was being mean. Alastor would just say he was not mean, just better than her and another banter would start.

You were so scared that Alastor wouldn’t like his daughter but thank Gods, they had their moment of complicity.  Alice always loved going into her father’s workplace, a passion she had since Alastor showed her everything about radio. She would sit on his laps while he was doing his emission, being a good girl, never bothering her father.

You also would , as a family, dance together. Most of the time Alastor would be on the piano while you and Alice would dance. She wanted to learn to dance like you so you taught her some moves. She loved blues and jazz, making Alastor proud.

She would love gossiping, when her father would come back, you would bake something and then, Alastor would sit on the sofa while you sat on his laps and Alice would sit between the two of you, listening to what Alastor had to say. You knew she didn’t understand everything but she would listen either way, even falling asleep to both your voices.

But right now, you had another problem.

You ran after Alice who laughed, trying to catch Alastor’s shadow, which seemed to have the time of this life. You caught her in your arms, pecking her on her cheeks.

“ You are going to have trouble, young lady!” You laughed, as she was trying to be free from your arms.

“ Mommy, can we go see Dad?”

You looked at Marie who was laughing behind her hand. She was getting older but she still looked good.  You decided to visit her after seeing your mother and father. You always wondered if she felt lonely but she always told you that Alastor often came to see her, and she liked being alone. 

“ Say goodbye to grandma, then.”

Alice ran toward Marie and hugged her tightly before taking Eamon in her arms. You never thought Alice would choose Eamon as her plushie but she always took him with her when she had to go outside. When you first noticed it, you asked Alastor if it wasn’t dangerous for the bound that you shared.

Alastor thought for a moment before saying that his shadow would be with you, so nothing would happen to your deer plushie. And Alice was already loving the plushie, so taking it away from her would result in a tantrum.

“ See you later, Marie.” You kissed her on both cheeks before taking Alice’s hand in yours and walking toward Alastor’s workplace.

“ Are we going to see auntie later?”

You smiled at her, since she was born Alice was calling your deceased best friend, auntie. You would take her to the cemetery and talk about her, your daughter listening to your adventures with sparkles in her eyes. 

“ Not today, my baby, maybe tomorrow?”

Alice nodded before walking with you, sometimes stopping to watch inside a shop. You smiled as she stopped in front of a candy shop, she had a sweet tooth just like you. You let go of her hands as she pressed her face against the glass.

“ Mrs. Sanglar…”

You turned your head toward the policeman you knew too well. You felt a breeze of wind moving your hair before everything turned silent.

“ Mr. Felleur.”

“ Oh.. You don’t have to call me that. I’m still John for you–”

“ What can I do for you, sir.”

You saw John's face fall. It was taking every once of your energy not to kill him right now. Since Alice’s birth, Alastor and you haven't killed anyone. Alastor was too busy with work and finding clues about Trey and you were busy taking care of Alice, the house and sometimes asking spirits about Trey.

You knew Alastor had pulsions, and during those times, when he couldn’t kill, you would play in the forest. Alastor had a gun and you had a knife, the first who touched the other won. You lost most of the time, but when Alastor was taking his reward, you didn’t mind losing.

But you knew it wasn’t enough, even for you. You craved tearing an eye off from someone's face, preferably Trey’s face but well…

Because of that, the serial killer that all of New Orelans’s police were looking after, thought that the serial killer had died or managed to run away in another country. Some journalists were making stories, saying that the last victim of the serial killer had been Alice Richemont. Some were thinking Alice was the serial killer because after her death, no kills were reported.

How stupid.

You felt Alice taking your hand, making you look down. She was like you, an empath, she often could feel what others couldn’t. Now, was this just because she was very empathic or was there something else..

“ Oh… Is she your daughter..?” He asked with a small smile.

You rolled your eyes, what a stupid man. 

“ What do you want from me, officer?”

You stared as John began to speak. After 5 years, John looked the same. He still had these piercing green eyes, his build was more muscular but he was still incapable of looking at you in the eyes without blushing.

“ — So , what are your thoughts?”

Ah, you didn’t listen..

“ Mommy and I are going to see Dad! We won’t go with you!” You looked at your daughter who stomped her foot on the ground, squeezing Eamon against her. You smiled sweetly, she was so cute, pouting like this. You looked at John and freezed when you saw his eyes fixated on Alice. Why was he looking at her like this? 

Alice must have felt it because she tugged your arms so you could carry her. You did it immediately, staring at John.

“ Officer.”

“ So, you still have this deer plushie..”

“ Yes.”

John looked away from Eamon and looked at you but before he could open his cursed mouth, you walked past him, keeping Alice head against your chest. You didn't want to deal with Felleur right now, you haven’t seen John since your friend’s death…

You felt your shadow touch your ankle, making sure you were okay. You only smiled at it, you were stronger now, this conversation wasn’t going to make you feel bad.

You finally entered your husband ‘s workplace and smiled at Victor. He aged just like fine wine, you wondered how he could still be single! 

“ Victor!” Alice ran from your arms to jump into Victor’s who spun her in his arms.

“ Isn’t the princess of New Orleans ?” Cheered Victor. He looked at you and smiled before you hugged him to say hello. “ Alastor is in his office, he finished working so you can go.”

“ Do you want to see Dad, Alice?”

“ Not yet! I’m staying with Victor!”

You laughed, before going toward your husband’s office. You knocked before entering without waiting for Alastor to open the door. You looked as your husband lifted his head up, his smile way wider than usual.. It was the smile he had when…

He knew he was going to kill.

He dashed toward you, took your face between his hands and kissed you until you felt like you were going to die from the lack of air. He let you go, making you gasp for air, and then dive into your neck, kissing it, biting it…

“ Al-Alastor.. what–”

“ I know. I found it.”

“ What?”

“ Trey Felleur, I know how to make him fall.”

You felt your heart beat faster, you felt like you had a punch in the gut. You weren’t even sure if you heard him correctly. It’s been five years. Five years and you both never discovered anything about Trey that could put him behind the bar… or six feet underground.

“ How..?”

“ We are going to use our dear John. I know from a very trustful source that Trey wants Richemont’s wealth, he needs it, it’s very important.” He said with his maniac smile you missed so much. “ But guess who will earn all of it after Alice’s father dies?”

“ … his wife..?”

“ No, no darling. Us.”

“ … You aren’t making any sense, Alastor–”

“ My Love, curse of my sanity, listen to me. Alice’s father, Maurice, changed his will, he thinks Trey is the one who killed his daughter. He came to me and I confirmed his suspicion. He then decided to give to Alyzée and us, all of the Richemont’s wealth.”

“ … But why?”

“ Well, our daughter was the key. I told him we named our daughter, Alice. I think he got emotional, I don’t understand it but he asked us to make Trey fall.” He smirked cunningly.

“ Okay… but how do we make him fall?”

“ Don’t you think he is going to try to make Maurice change his will, trying to make it seem like he didn't do it?” you nodded. “ Then, we will attack John. I will tell all of New Orleans on the radio that John killed my father because he owed him money, that is why he came so many times on my mother’s property: to hide the corpse.”

“ But why would John try–”

“ The Felleur are in need of money, dear.” He laughed, leaning back before pushing you against the wall, caging you between his hands. “ The stock market crash in 1929 destroyed them.”

You could feel yourself smiling, feeling excited in your belly. You bit your lips,breathing heavily, staring at your husband who watched you with pure madness.

“ Trey can not lose the Richemont’s wealth, so he will do anything to keep it under his control. But if we frame John as a killer, don’t you think people would look at Trey suspiciously. Alice’s killer wasn’t found, but it was John who was taking care of the case. Trey could have killed Alice for her wealth and then used John to make him innocent…”

You looked at Alastor like you could bite him so hard he would bleed so much. He was amazing.. You were shaking with excitement. You brought your hand toward his face with a big smile.

“ If we frame John for my father’s death, Trey would have to act, making him more capable of making a mistake. We could kill him and then mask it as a suicide.”

You kissed your husband so fiercely he groaned against your lips. You spined him around before pushing his back against the wall. You bit his lips then kissed them again while Alastor’s hands were already moving on your body.

You loved him, you loved him, you loved him, he was… he was!

“ Dad, Mommy, open !”

You heard Alastor swear under his breath which made you laugh. You stepped back, making sure your dress was perfect before opening for your little girl. She ran inside your husband's office and sat on Alastor’s chair with a big smile.

“ Dad, you look bad!”

“ Look at yourself first, my dear daughter.”

You smiled, leaning your head against the wall, watching as Alastor taught Alice about every button he used for his broadcast.  Alastor was now 32 and you were 30. But your husband was still as breathtaking as when he was younger. It’s been five years since you didn’t see his blood lust expression, you really missed… but…

After five years, revenge was on its way.

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Summer Bod

Derek sighed. It was a hot summer day, and he was sweating bullets. His classmates had invited him to the beach. Not that he was particularly close to any of them, but he couldn't pass up on a trip to the beach. He didn't feel like being left out like the rest of the year. They had told him to leave his swimsuit at home; Greg's father allegedly had extra pairs from his store, and he had to lose them so Greg had told him he would give them to his classmates. Once Derek arrived though he figured it was set up. The only pair they had extra was a large pink pair, which was way to big. Derek turned red.

"These were the only ones left Derek, we're soooo sorry." One of the guys snickered.

"They do suit you though, such a girly color...oh right you're a guy." One of the girls grinned at her own remark.

Derek took a deep breath and grabbed the shorts. He was not gonna let them bully him out of this day. He was gonna man up and show them. He walked to the changing rooms, tossing the shorts on the side, and started to undress.

He pulled the shorts over his skinny legs and looked at himself in the mirror. His scrawny body had caused him to be bullied and picked on for most of his highschool life. Derek pushed his big glasses up his nose and sighed. "I wish I wasn't so powerless."

As soon as those words left his mouth, the shorts started to heat up, and Derek froze. Not voluntarily, his body litterally wouldn't move an inch.

"What the hell?" Derek frowned as he tried his hardest to get his body to listen to his commands, to no avail. A sudden cramping in his legs caused him to stop trying, as he cried out in pain. He looked down and saw his calves contracting, as if he had been working his legs constantly. Curiously, as they relaxed, his calves seemed to have grown slightly. Before Derek could look more closely however, they cramped up again. This time, his quads flared up as well. This continued, untill his whole body seemed to be on fire. Derek looked, through the tears in his eyes, at the mirror and saw his whole body pulsate. After about a minute he actually saw proof of his muscles growing.

His abdominal muscles, which he had never trained, started to push out, leaving a decent sixpack behind. The cramps started to focus more on his legs again, as his quads started to thicken tremendously. The shorts that were almost hanging from his fragile frame were quickly straining to contain his thickening legs. His calves and feet also grew, and an extra harsh cramp on his right leg caused an intricate tattoo to form all over his calve.

Panting from the pain, Derek didn't notice his legs were finally unfrozen. They still had a mind of their own, flexing the large muscles, and even jiggling the bubble butt he had gained.

The cramps moved up to his torso, his flat chest quickly pushing out into thick strong pectorals. His back widened, while his waist shrunk slightly, giving him an improved widened posture. Another rough cramp just above his groin introduced his body to another new tattoo, spelling 'Willpower' in an elegant font. His side screamed in pain as another intricate tattoo was scratched into his skin.

Just like his legs, his whole torso began to flex; his pecs were bouncing and his tight abs were striking every pose imaginable. His obliques were spreading, almost like wings.

His arms were next in line. It began in his shoulders, which were quickly rounding into large muscular orbs. His posture widened even more, making Derek almost twice as wide as he once was. His bisceps and triceps were blowing up. His former twigs were now almost the size of his head, and his fore arms were not far behind. His hands tightened, years of rough work scraping off layers of soft smooth skin, leaving behind tough and calloused hands.

More seething pain called in more new tattoos, one on his right and a more colourfull on his left.

His arms began to frantically pose in every stereotypical arm pose, flexing his huge bisceps.

The cramps finally moved to his face, completely rearranging his facial structure. His previously boyish face hardened out, giving Derek a hard and strong jaw. His acne dissappeared and in its place grew a thick manly beard.

His nerdy glasses started to morph into an expensive pair of sunglasses, while his equally nerdy haircut got millimetered to a fresh buzzcut. His vision got darker as a baseball cap firmly planted itself on his head.

As the cap tightened, his head began to feel blissfully empty. All his fear, pain and embarrassment drained, leaving behind only arousal, joy and some gym routines. The unnecessary thoughts all dropped down into his steadily growing balls. His underdeveloped rod joined its sweaty globes, and began growing. Inch after inch began sliding down the pink shorts leg.

Derek grinned as he saw his python alive and well. He was happy he was a grower, otherwise not a single pair of pants would be able to contain his massive 12 incher.

He pulled down his shorts to admire his python, not only big in length but also a respectable girth. A clod of pre ran down its length. Derek slowly began to stroke, his balls quickly responding. Before long, thick ropes of cum shot against the mirror, his former life leaving Derek in the most pleasant way possible. Not a trace of the old Derek remained, apart from the bright pink shorts he was wearing, which he couldn't wait to pull off and plant his dick between a cute twinks plump cheeks.

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hi love! Could you please write something about Rowan as a girl dad?

Breathe life into me

Rowan took great pride in being a father. A dream that seemed unreachable for so many decades. To the point where he had told himself that it was impossible. It would never happen and dreaming of it would only make him suffer more. But now more than ever he was so glad that he didn’t kill that hope. That he let in kindle deep within his heart. Even more so Rowan was so proud of being a girl dad. While many males made their life’s goal to grow sons. He couldn’t imagine his life without his little girls. The happy squalls making him long to get back home after a long day.

“Daddy, daddy”, the voice of his youngest Rony filled the fields as he flew back home. “that’s daddy up there”, with her tiny finger pointing up to the sky she ran as fast as she could in hopes of matching her sister. “Dad”, Sloan his oldest waved up at him, laughing as Rowan let out a shrill chwirk. Turning circle after circle over the roof of his house.

He wasn’t one for theatrics, you often told him he was getting too old for that, but he enjoyed the big eyes that watched him as he shifted midair landing on the rooftop, and sliding down the tiles. The happy and amazed shrieks made his heart so warm. With both of his hands outstretched Rowan lands smoothly, wrapping both of the girls in his arms before tossing them up on his shoulder. “Daddy”, Rony chuckled, her tiny palms pressing onto his forehead as he spins them both around. “How are my two beautiful girls doing today?”, Rowan muses letting them slide down his arms before kneeling in front of them. “We helped mommy loads”, Rony mutters, moving to snuggle back into her father’s embrace. “Yeah, we planted flowers and made bread”, Sloan nods along, pushing her white loose curls away from her face. “Kept mommy off her feet?”, Rowan questions, referring to the deal he had with his daughters. “We tried”, his eldest shrugs, “Mommy stubborn like Uncle Lor”, Rony chuckles, clasping a hand over her mouth. Rowan lets a laugh ripple through his chest, “You’re not wrong there, my little cloud”, he cups both of their rosy cheeks before ruffling their hair, “Come on now, let’s find mommy”. Both of the girls quickly slips their hands into his, pulling him towards the house.

His shoulders instantly relaxed once the familiar smell of home fill his body. Rowan had built it all for you. Tending to any and every wish you had. Creating that perfect place for you to nurture. And nurture you did. The girls take off running once inside, leaving Rowan to chase after them. And then here you are humming lightly as you butter toast for pre dinner snack.

“My love”, Rowan muses and it’s enough to make you turn to him. “You’re home early, I was wondering what all the noise was about”, you beam up at him. Rowan reaches for you in a heartbeat. “Hi”, he breathes into your hair, swaying slightly. “Hey”, you lean back to smile at him. “How are you feeling?”, he softly brushes his fingers through your hair. “Officially can’t see my feet”, you chuckle running a hand over the swell of your stomach.

“Hey, little bug”, Rowan lets his hand run over your bump as well, “Been good to mummy?”, his question is met with a strong kick. “Daddy, try the bread”, Rony pulls at his tunic practically climbing his leg. “Give daddy a chance to wash his hands”, you cut in, “Get his plate ready, girls, he had a long day”, and they don’t need to be told twice as they rush to push the chairs together so they can make his plate. “I love you”, Rowan leans in nuzzling his nose against yours, “You breathed life into me”. You smile up at him, before leaning in as much as your round stomach lets you to kiss him.

[konigsblog]

hi orla baby! how are you? i hope you’re having an amazing day, because you deserve it! remember to eat and sleep well, stay hydrated and always keep smiling 🩷 i love you!

it’s my birthday today, and i was thinking about birthday sex with simon >.< like he surprises us by coming home early just to be with us for our birthday bcs he knows how important birthdays are for us & he also knows how much we miss him (i’m overly clingy 🥹) i don’t care if he’s rough or gentle, i just want him so much :(((( literally cannot stop thinking about belly bulge— size kink, a mix of praise n degradation and breeding with him omg

so sorry for only getting this done now, i've been pretty busy lately and haven't been able to get around to this one :((( thank you so much!!! i hope you're doing alright and i hope you enjoyed your birthday!! 🌟 i love you GRHRFGR;

BIRTHDAY GIRL

simon ghost riley x f.reader (it's your birthday, and the birthday girl gets her wishes) drabble i guess 🙁

tw; size kink, praising and degrading, unprotected sex (use protection) belly bulging, use of pet names. message me if i missed any.

simon told you he wouldn't be back in time for your birthday, that he had extra work assigned and price wasn't letting it go. you were upset, but you couldn't get mad at simon because it wasn't his choice!!! deciding to bake some cookies to cheer yourself up.

too distracted by the loud music blarring from your headphones to notice a pair of strong arms wrapped around your body, one hand covering your mouth. you panicked, up until you smelled that familiar and comforting scent, simon. “si–” your body thrown onto the island countertop, the look in his eyes expressing desire :((

taking his girthy and lengthy cock out, slapping against his abdomen as he ripped your pajama shorts off. pushing the tip of his cock into your panties, getting the material all soaked as he fucked your thigh making you whine for his meaty size inside you. “patience, birthday girl..” that seductive tone in his voice drove you wilddd!!!

he got you all slick and dripping, grasping at his hand and begging so kindly, telling him you'll be good, a deep chuckle flowing into your ears. pulling on your smaller hips and tugging your body closer to his big length, panties off and laying next to your head. slowly easing into your slit before into your hole, immediately grunting at the tightness, growing even harder than he was before!!! “missed this precious pussy..”

his pace increased quickly, giving you barely enough time to adjust before he was ramming into your needy cunt!! “take it, take it like the good girl you are.” stuffing his fingers into your mouth to muffle your whimpering sounds, balls smacking against your ass repetitively as he continued to fuck your tightness :(

you squealed his name desperately, the knot in your stomach already threatening to snap! “si– please, fuc–!” you gasped, his grasp on your hips tightening at the sounds of your moans and whimpers, watching as he bulges out your belly. “not yet, sweethear'.. look at that, bulging right out your stomach.. so– small..” it was true, you're tiny in comparison to him, his hand placed over your stomach before pressing down, making you gasp and clutch onto him.

you could sense he was getting close; his grip tightening, broad hips bullying into you. “stupid baby, strugglin' to take my big cock.. such a sweet girl– bet you've been desperate for this, yeah?” you knew he wanted an answer, but you were too far gone to say anything. “simon, i'm gonna cu–” pulsing around his again and again, cumming around his size and squirting against his abdomen, coating him in your slick.

simon spurted warm and sticky seed deep inside tour wetness, his thumb rubbing at your cunt before he pinned your wrists above your head, encircling your wrists with his fingers before holding it in one first above your head. “mm', not done with you, baby.. missed that stupid face, so needy, all slick..”

[mirai-e-jump]

Animage November 2023 Issue ft. Murakami Erica Interview (translation below)

Publication: October 10, 2023 (between episodes 32-33)

"I'll do as I want and follow my own path!"

Hymeno Ran, the young queen of Ishabana and a remarkable doctor, is extremely selfish. Although Hymeno sometimes acts out of the ordinary, for her, being selfish is a way of life to get what she wants.

Her aesthetics can be seen in the words she once said, "No one can make your wishes come true, only you can make them come true," and, "Dreams, as well as the future, starts with being selfish."

Hymeno's parents were murdered by the perpetrator of the "Wrath of God," and she ascended to the throne at a very young age. As she tries to avenge her parents, she grows and deepens her bonds as she clashes with the kings of other countries.

Rita Kaniska, who tried to seal off "Tranquility Grodie," the culprit behind the Wrath of God, by sacrificing themself, was stopped, and together with Hymeno and the others, were sent to Earth by the Uchu King Dagded Dujardin, a planet with the same name as Chikyu, where the Zyuden Sentai Kyoryugers and Deboth Army were fighting. Not only is it a concern about whether they can safely return, but also the present situation in Chikyu without its kings.

After a fierce battle on Earth, the battle between the Royal Sentai and the Uchu King will advance to a new stage!

-The secret birth of "The muscles that protect people"-

"Please tell us how you're feeling now that we've crossed the halfway point."

Murakami: After interacting with fans at the Summer event, I realized that the opportunities to meet everyone, and the time the 6 of us have together for filming is running out, so now, I'm just trying to cherish the few remaining film shoots we have left. In particular, the trip to Kyushu for the movie campaign was a big part of my life. After spending some private time with everyone for the first time, I realized once again that, "I really do love these members." Since we were all together the whole time, we got along really well, and it felt like we were on a school field trip (laughs). I wanted to give something back to the fans to preserve these memories with them, so I made a conscious effort to take pictures of people other than myself and post them on SNS.

"That might be why the two shot photo of Taisei Sakai-san and Masashi Ikeda-san taken by Murakami-san became a hot topic."

Murakami: That's right! I took it right after the event at TV Asahi, and I felt a sense of responsibility to, "Deliver it to everyone!" (laughs). Posting photos to SNS is a great way for everyone to remember these events, as the photos will be preserved.

"What are you conscious of when expressing the relationships between the other kings?"

Murakami: I think that the current way of thinking is not to go out and fight alone, but to fight together. In the beginning, everyone was strong in their own way, and their own interests came first, so it was difficult to come up with a plan to join forces, but gradually, as the enemy became bigger, I think the mindset changed to one of working together to defeat them. Because we've gained each other's trust, we can now rely on each other in our respective areas of expertise. For Hymeno, such people with whom she can trust and with whom she can be in a mutual relationship with is a valuable thing. The butler Sebastian and the maids are all very lenient with Hymeno, so there's no one at Ishabana who's willing to speak their mind. I think that's why having someone like Rita, who she can honestly call a friend, is a positive thing for her.

"Episode 30, where the truth of the Wrath of God was revealed, was the climax episode of the drama between Hymeno and Rita."

Murakami: For scenes between the two of them, I was impressed by episode 30, where Hymeno excitedly invites Rita to tea when they come to pick up the repaired royal seal. She's developed a deep relationship with Rita over the Wrath of God incident, and since they went out of their way to come see her, I think she may be under the impression that they want to spend time with her. I personally think it would've been cute if she thought, "Hmmm~?, They want to get along, do they? Alright, I'll invite them over then" (laughs).

"We get the impression that, especially in the beginning, Gira and Yanma were always together."

Murakami: That's right. I really like the combination of Gira and Yanma alot, although we haven't seen much of it recently. There's a perfect balance between Gira, who's honest and straightforward, Hymeno, who thinks that she has no choice but to stop him, and Yanma, who gives him ideas. Just like Hymeno and Rita, I think the interesting thing about King-Ohger is that you can see completely different sides of the characters depending on the combination.

"How about Jeramie, who appeared over the course of the story?"

Murakami: I think Hymeno has the impression that he's an amazing guy who's also between the lines (laughs). Like Gira, who's always moving ahead, Jeramie is always in his own little world, and from my point of view is very cute, but for Hymeno, he's more like a troublesome little brother. Hymeno is able to say what she thinks without hesitation, so when Gira uses his evil talk, she says, "I don't understand, translate for me," and she'll cut off Jeramie's story by saying, "Get rid of reading between the lines." On the other hand, Rita and Yanma are reasonable, so they're easy for Hymeno to talk to. She used to not know what Kaguragi was thinking, but I think her impression of him has changed when she learned of his compassionate side when they swapped bodies (episode 28).

"We heard that the dumbbell lifting in the scene where the 6 of you were gathered was improvised."

Murakami: That's right. I was thinking of Kaguragi's line, "For the sake of my people, I'll get my hands dirty," so I said, "The muscles that protect people." Even though he tends to intervene and pushes through with power, I was alittle nervous because there hasn't been any depictions of him doing muscle training. But, since I was given the OK on set and it was aired, I guess it was fine for his character (laughs). Considering the depictions of her dancing, I also thought that Hymeno's inner muscles were well developed and that she'd be able to lift dumbbells.

"It was a scene that you performed after thinking about it logically."

Murakami: Yeah, I already had some ideas in mind. I also consulted with Kaku So-san, and we showed each other how we'd act in our original roles. When Kaku-san told me, "In Kaguragi's case, I think he's planning to use the swap for something," I thought, "I see." That's why I decided to do muscle training to compensate for the lack of outer muscles in Hymeno's body (laughs). I wouldn't have known unless I had become Kaguragi myself, and I felt like I saw a side of Kaku-san that I didn't know before. I felt the pressure to exaggerate and make it interesting without destroying his character, but I think we were able to make that body swap episode happen because we're all friends who can talk about the performance and say, "This is how I want to do it."

-Hymeno's way of life seen through a collaborative effort-

"Is there anything you're conscious of in your interactions with Sebastian and the rest of your entourage?"

Murakami: For Sebas and the head maid Cleo, I try to be natural. I think that Sebas and the others are like family to Hymeno, those she can show her weakness to that she wouldn't show in public, and who she can entrust everything about herself to. Unlike the other kings, who are equals and share their opinions with each other, I often speak to Sebas and my entourage as if I'm throwing them off. In episode 25, Hymeno's decision to go into battle with Sebas and the others was a very serious one for her, as she had lost her family, and I acted with those feelings in mind.

"What are your impressions of KamakiriOhger, played by Suit Actor Sakanashi Yume-san?"

Murakami: She's so cool! I especially loved the scene in episode 27 where she wields the giant sickle. Seeing Yume-san's beautiful and cool actions makes me feel like I can't lose to her, and I get really fired up during the dubbing. While discussing it with Yume-san, I challenged myself with the pre transformation action scenes in episodes 32 and 33, which were done in collaboration with Zyuden Sentai Kyoryuger.

"Episodes 32 and 33 were directed by Sakamoto Koichi, who's known for his action direction."

Murakami: It was fun to challenge myself with actions that I put my whole heart and soul into, and everyone else was really cool too! I even performed an Ina Bauer (laughs). In the scene where I fight with the Ohger Calibur, I didn't swing it around quickly, rather, I thought about the sword's center of gravity as I performed. When I was talking with Yume-san, she mentioned that she was conscious of sword driven movements, where the weight of the sword can be felt, so I also wanted to keep that in mind.

"Other than Hymeno, who's your favorite character?"

Murakami: It's Grodie! I love characters who are apathetic but the strongest, like Kiyotaka Ayanokoji from "Classroom of the Elite," or Levi from "Attack on Titan." I especially like characters who are mindless but can do anything, and who think the world is boring because they can do anything. That's why Grodie, who’s despairing of the world but also strong, is exactly what I like, although, for Hymeno, he's someone she can't help but want to perform surgery on (laughs).

"Please tell us about some of the most memorable scenes you've filmed."

Murakami: In episode 33, when Ian called out to Hymeno, she said something really cool in response, and I thought, "What is this line? 100 points!" (laughs). I think it showed Hymeno's idea that she'll live her life on her own terms. I myself will also keep these words in my heart as I live my life. I think that the unique combination of Hymeno and Ian is what made that interaction so interesting.

"We're looking forward to that broadcast! Finally, what are some highlights of future events?"

Murakami: The king's pasts will be depicted during the upcoming battle between the Uchu King and the Five Jesters, so make sure you pay attention to that. And, just as I felt during the movie, you’ll also see the unique aspects of Sentai, where the characters advance together with their friends, and the 6 members work together to face the enemy. Please look forward to seeing how the kings will conquer their extremely overpowered enemies! _

Question to Hirakawa Yuzuki-san! (Rita Kaniska's Actor)

During the tea party with Rita in episode 30, I think I asked them, "Do you like sweets?" I know that Yuzuyan herself really likes Japanese sweets, but I wonder what Rita likes. When I invite Rita to a tea party in the future, if you know what they like, I can prepare it and entertain them. Also, I need help designing a coat for when I go to Gokkan (laughs). I would love to hear Rita's ideas. (-Murakami)

Question from Watanabe Aoto-san! (Yanma Gast's Actor)

Q: What does Hymeno currently think of Yanma?

She didn't pay much attention to Yanma in the beginning, but when he talked about the Wrath of God in episode 7, he gave Hymeno a different perspective and values that she didn't have before, and now she trusts him. That was the first scene where Hymeno had a realization to what someone said to her. But it's not just Yanma that she trust, it's everyone. I want to tell him that. (-Murakami)

[cxcassii]

modern eremika mermaid au ⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°

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Eren, even at 7 years old, never much cared for the beach.

The ocean was salty, so it wasn’t even that fun to swim in. The sand got everywhere, irritating his mood easily as it rubbed his skin raw. His insides despised feeling the rough sand. Jellyfish washed up all over the beaches so you had to watch your step if you didn’t want to get stung. Dead or not, they still can sting. Eren unfortunately learned the hard way, like many other annoying attributes, vacationing to the coast.

Eren wished his grandparents didn’t live in a beach house. Eren wished his mother didn’t love said beach house so much.

Carla looked forward to the annual summer trip more than anyone else. Grisha had similar gripes as Eren about the beach. However, his father was just far more kosher about it. But that’s to be expected, Eren is only 7 years old, after all. Maturity would come in due time.

Still, that didn’t deter Eren’s need to mope and groan as much as he deemed necessary. “Come on, honey.” His mother had dragged him out to the beachside early that afternoon.

His dad stayed behind to help grandma cook some dinner. They were day one into their stay with Carla’s parents. Grandpa worked as a custodian and would be off in time for supper.

Carla forced Eren out of his whining debacle and lugged him toward the sand. “Please, just give it one more try, Eren. I know the ocean will grow on you, I just know it.”

He groaned and his face shifted into repulse at the feeling of sand in his sandals, nearly encouraging him to recoil back towards the beach house. “Mom, I hate this.” He complained, flinging his arms melodramatically.

Carla peeks over her shoulder with a stern look. She chastised him with a shake of her index finger. “Hate is a strong word, Eren.”

The boy rolls his eyes, the corner of his lips twisted down. “Yeah, well. I mean it.”

His mom ignored him. She found herself a spot in the sand. She ordered him to go explore while she sun bathed. He tried to argue with her but Carla was immune to his emotionally kid-like manipulative tactics when she was in such a mood. She simply waved a shoo-ing hand in his direction. Eren huffed and crossed his arms as he twisted around to stomp away. The sand was already driving him mad.

Eren kicks at the tiny minerals as he tracks around a corner of rocks. His pace stayed steady. He keeps walking, not paying much attention to how far he migrates into a groove of some trees and large rocks on the sand shore.

There’s another large bend and suddenly he found himself at a cavern looking boulder with an indented opening.

Fascinated, he approached the inside of the cavern, not caring that he was now submerged in the crystal blue water of the sea. There was a divet in the small space where the sun can cast its fluorescent rays upon the glasslike waters. To get under that spot, he would have to swim.

Taking a big breath, Eren could barely handle how bad the salt stung his eyes. He pushed through it, though. When he resurfaced, it was with a large gulp of air. It was another few strokes away Eren so kept trudging through the burn of the salt water. His head barely makes it to the destination he’d been gunning for when his skull crashed into something hard, something that oddly enough, reminded him of another human skull.

Rushedly to the surface, he winced at the ache from where he knocked his head. When Eren looked up, he couldn’t be sure what exactly he expected but it sure wasn't another human that greeted him.

Gobsmacked and startled, the boy scrambled to slosh away from the creature, who looked to be female. She held her head in her hands, her face pinched in pain. She groaned, “Ow! That hurt!”

Eren couldn’t care to focus on her complaints, couldn’t be bothered to be impressed she spoke so fluently. He was too busy observing what she was. Her skin was shiny, looking iridescent in the direct sunlight. She had long raven hair with bangs that hung in her face. But that wasn’t what ultimately grabbed his attention. It was the swishing shimmering blue tail the girl had. It kept peeking and rippling at the surface of the water as she withered from bumping heads into Eren. He blurted the first thought that managed to pass his lips.

“What are you, a mermaid?” The sentence sounded accusatory instead of factual.

The girl stopped, peering at him over her shoulder looking mildly unimpressed. “Well, duh.” She nonchalantly replied, looking at him as if he was stupid.

𖦹*ੈ‧ 𓇼 ₊˚𓆝

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Oh this was a cruel question, but very clever answer and I actually think this woybe my order as well 😬

Q. Okay, you have to answer, no chickening out! List the main cast in order from favorite to least favorite. And then tell us why. It's HARD and I struggled big time with it!!

A. Yikes, anon. This is a mean question. For the sake of my sanity I'm going to go with just the original main cast. And I'm going to cheat, slightly, lol. I'm going to rate them as a pair so my order would be:

1. Buck and Eddie

2. Hen and Chimney

3. Bobby and Athena

I have been a Buck girlie since season one. My sunshine boy deserves the world. Eddie baby trapped me and Buck when he waltzed in in season 2 with the cutest kid the world has ever seen. He brought with him a brooding persona who thinks he has to stay strong and take care of everyone else but desperately wants someone to take care of him. My man wants and deserves to be romanced. And I need to see Buck romance him. They share a singular braincell. Can communicate without words. And, if the show is smart, the greatest television slow burn ever. They are the Buckley Diaz family and they deserve their happily ever after. ADORE 💗

Hen and Chimney are the ultimate ride or die besties who are both too smart for their own damn good but occasionally share a singular brain cell and it's a joy to watch. Watching Chimney grow from the insecure unhappy man he was in season 1 to the badass husband and father he is today has been amazing. Everyone should have a Hen in their lives. The world would be a much better place if we all had her wisdom and judgement in our lives.

Bobby and Athena are the perfect fire fam parents. Bobby basically being Buck's dad is everything. Athena being a one woman badass parade is awesome. My only nugget of complaint is that the show leans very heavily into the misery with the two of them. Especially with Bobby. Responsible for the death of his wife and kids, along with many others. Alcoholic. Abusive, miserable childhood, and suicidal. It's a lot. It's why hos friendship with Michael was so good, he was allowed to be goofy. The Athena thing I get. She's Angela Bassett, they want to show that off, and they should. The problem is that certain writers, ahem Kristen, write her way over the top and some of her scenes can kind of get ridiculous as a result. I love them. I just wish the show would understand that they don't need to constantly be buried in misery.

There you have it anon. That's my list and why. I have zero doubt that it pisses off someone and I'm sure they will let me know about it, lol.

Thank you Nonny! :)

That is so difficult, but I mostly agree with Ali here about the order. Although I would put Eddie on top for sure. He is my first and biggest love. It took me a while to warm up to Buck in season 1, but I finally did and haven't looked back since. ;)

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you'll be alright (no one can hurt you now) chapter six

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lucy Chen & Tamara Colins, Tim Bradford & Lucy Chen, background Tim Bradford x Lucy Chen

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Lucy wakes up, and her and Tim have a conversation about how to move forward.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: canon divergence, Tim Bradford would do anything for Lucy Chen, mentions of DOD, mentions of emotionally abusive parents, mentions of poop 

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Lucy does wake up.

It takes almost all night, but Lucy does eventually wake up. And when she does, she’s greeted by the sight of Tim Bradford, her training officer who rigged up a fake IED just to teach her a lesson, feeding her daughter while rocking slightly. 

“Good girl,” he whispered as he swayed side to side. “You’re going to grow up so big and strong, aren’t you?” He turned slightly, still rocking Tamara. “Yeah, just like your mama.” He then lifted his head, and his eyes locked with hers.

“Luce-“ he said, and he then became blurry. Lucy realized that she was tearing up, and swallowed the sob that was fighting its way out of her throat. 

“‘m sorry,” she whimpered, and squeezed her eyes shut as Tim came closer. 

“What?” He whispered, confused. He took a seat on the side of her bed before continuing. “Why are you sorry?”

“F-For hiding her from you,” Lucy said, sniffling and wiping her eyes. “P-Please don’t wash me out-“

“Hey,” Tim said, and removed the bottle from Tamara’s mouth, and shifted Tamara to his other arm, and grabbed Lucy’s left hand with his own left hand. “No, Luce. I’m not going to wash you out.” He reassured her. “I’m not mad at you, at all. Do I wish you would have told me about her? Yes, of course I do, but not because I’m a control freak who thinks he owns his rookies, but because raising a child on your own is difficult, and I would have helped you from the very beginning if I had known. But, I know why you hid her, and I understand. So no, I’m not mad, and I’m certainly not going to wash you out. I’m not going to wash you out for anything, let alone having a child. That’s not who I am, okay?”

“Well, how would I know who you are?” Lucy snapped. “I barely know you at all!”

Tim breathed deeply. He knew she didn’t mean to snap at him, she had been through literal hell and back, was injured, and hadn’t eaten in who knows how long. 

“I know,” He said. “And that is going to change. I promise.” 

Lucy laughed slightly. “I thought Tim Bradford didn’t make promises.”

Tim smiled at her. “The old Tim Bradford, maybe. But,” he said, sighing. He looked down at Tamara, who was gazing up at him as he spoke. “I’ve changed. You’ve changed me, for the better. And it’s about time I start to appreciate you and your presence in my life, because my glimpse of a Lucy-less life is not a life I want to live.”

“Thank you.” Lucy said quietly, looking at him in the eyes. She then began to sit up, and Tim moved quickly to help her, fluffing up the pillows behind her as best he could with one hand.

“For what?” Tim responded, sitting back down on her bed. 

Lucy shrugged. “For everything. For training me, for caring enough to look for me, for saving me, for watching her…” She trailed off, eyes locked on her daughter. It hit her suddenly that she could have never seen her baby girl again. She could have stayed dead in that barrel, and her little girl would have moved on to another family, one that probably wouldn’t have mentioned Lucy, how she saved her, and gave her a better life.

But, she didn’t stay dead. She lived, there was blood in her heart, and breath in her lungs. There was blood in her heart because Tim had pumped it until it could pump on its own, and there was breath in her lungs because he breathed it there. He had given her the breath from his own lungs to restart hers, and she knew she would never be able to repay him for that.

She didn’t stay dead, she had lived, and would get to raise her baby. She blinked, letting the tears fall down her cheeks, watching Tamaras body tense up and then relax as she sneezed, and then her forehead scrunch up as she started to cry.

“Can I-“ she started, before stopping to swallow the lump in her throat. “Can I hold her?” 

Tim immediately nodded, and moved closer. He transferred Tamara to Lucy’s arms, and the second Tamara sensed that she was with Lucy, she calmed down and opened her eyes, cooing up at her mother with a smile. 

Lucy sobbed quietly. “Hi baby girl.” She whispered. She raised Tamara up a little higher. “I missed you so much.” 

-

Around 8 am, Tim ran out to go get himself a coffee, Lucy a tea, and breakfast for the both of them, leaving Tamara with Lucy. Lucy had changed out of the hospital robe with the help of a nurse, and was now just wearing the housecoat that Jackson had brought her, and a sports bra. Tamara was wearing nothing but a diaper, and was curled up on Lucy’s almost bare chest, blinking slowly up at her mama as she talked to her. 

“I can’t wait for us to be at home,” Lucy commented. “Mama gets some time off, so we’ll get to have lots of looooong morning cuddles.” She pressed a kiss to her head. “Mama knows those are your favourite.”

Tamara cooed in response, and Lucy laughed. “I know,” she continued. “I think if it were up to you, we’d stay in bed all day long, just cuddling and napping. Like we did when you first came home, right?” 

Tamara yawned, and Lucy cooed. “Oh, baby girl. You’re so sleepy, huh?” Lucy grabbed the fleece blanket that was draped over her legs, laying it over Tamara. “Its okay, you can go to sleep. Mama’s here and she’s not leaving.” 

The reassurance that Lucy wasn’t going anywhere seemed to be just what Tamara needed, because a moment later, her eyes fluttered shut, and she succumbed to sleep.

Lucy laid her head back, and relished in the calm of her hospital room. It wasn’t completely silent, of course, it was still a hospital room. But, Lucy preferred it that way. 

It was too silent in that barrel, a silence that Lucy never wanted to hear again. But she knew she wouldn’t have to, considering she was the parent to a 3 month old. 

Just before Lucy could drift off to sleep herself, the door to her room opened, and Tim stepped in, carrying their food and drinks.

“Thank you,” She said, taking the chai tea latte from his outstretched hand. “You are the best.”

Tim just chuckled, and sat down in the chair next to her bed. It was quiet for a few moments while both of them sipped their drinks, but eventually Tim broke that silence. 

“So,” Tim began, setting his coffee down on the table next to him, and moving closer to Lucy. “When you’re discharged, I was thinking you could stay with me.” He said. “Just until you’re cleared to resume normal activities.”

Lucy chewed on her lip. “I don’t want to impose,”

Tim shook his head. “You wont be. I want to make sure that you’re going to be okay. Not only that, but you’ve got quite a chunky little girl there.” He said, motioning to Tamara, who was still snoozing, her mouth open and a small puddle of drool on Lucy’s chest. “And you’re still healing. Cann’t have you hurting yourself because you’re determined to be independent, boot.”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “But I am independent.” She said, but Tim cut her off. 

“No,” he said. “I know you were forced to be independent by your parents, and you’ve been trying to convince everyone else and yourself that you can handle anything, when the truth is that you’d love it if someone could help you so you didn’t have to be so independent.” He said, and Lucy looked down, sniffling. “Am I right?” 

Lucy nodded. “Even when I asked, they didn’t help.” She confessed. She knew that her parents were both emotionally unavailable and at the least emotionally abusive, and while she knew Tim would understand, she was just so used to keeping everything inside that she was scared to open up that side of her to Tim. “I’ve always done things on my own, but thats not what I want for my daughter. I want her to know that she doesn’t have to do it all on her own.”

Tim nodded with a smile. “Does that mean you’re going to stay with me when you’re discharged?”

Lucy smiled, laughing slightly. “Of course,” she said. “I hope you’re ready for screaming in the middle of the night and the stinkiest poops to ever grace this earth,” She said, and Tim laughed.

“Oh believe me, I am, boot.”

[fcgoretzka]

Laž | Bojan Cvjetićanin

Pairing: Bojan Cvjetićanin x y/n (she/her)

Author's note: Here we go again, I basically kinda had a dream with this plot so I turned it into a fanfic. I am really happy with the result, it is one of the longest one shots I have written recently so yeah, I hope you enjoy 🦋

Warnings: Slight foul language (almost none). No proofread cause we die like men (as always)

She was as sure as ever. Bojan had been ignoring her throughout every single Eurovision pre party. It’s not like she was rude towards him or any other member of the group, on the contrary, she always loved hanging out with the band, while the same was for most of them.

During the very first pre party in Barcelona, the place where she met the boys for the first time, Bojan was overly excited to talk to her, gave her compliments and sweet smiles and grew quite fond of the girl before him. Same thing with y/n, she felt her heart skip a beat every time he said something nice about her, the way she looked, the way she acted, her Eurovision song. Jan made fun of them for acting like high schoolers in love but they didn't care at all. They both felt like a missing piece from their hearts was finally found through this meeting. All the boys made her feel at home, even played some party games which ended up with y/n sleeping on top of Kris's lap. So, when they parted, she was more than ecstatic to see them again, after hearing that they would both be performing in Poland a week after.

This pre party could clearly be described as pure chaos. The Slovenians landed some hours before and while they had agreed that they would stay at the airport to wait for her, Bojan backed out, saying that he was so tired that he would call a taxi to drop him at the hotel and he would meet them there. When y/n landed in Warsow, she quickly spotted the boys, gave a hug to Kris as he was the one closer to the gate and then froze. "Where is Bojan? What happened?"she asked as the boys told her he was feeling a little bit off and was already at their hotel. Her heart ached, he must be feeling really off if he chose to not wait for her, so she ushered them all to go to their hotel fast.

While only hugging Kris.

Bojan was not sick. He was not feeling off, he was not tired. Bojan simply didn't want to see y/n. It took a lot of strength to not wait for her, to give her a big hug and keep her closer. To look into her eyes, but it was for the best. For the best Bojan had created into his mind. Because he was sure, there was no doubt, everyone could see it. y/n liked Kris. That game of truth or dare planted a seed to his mind, and the way she fell asleep on his lap justified it all together. And it hurt, it hurt like hell. The moment he met her, he felt a deep feeling he had never felt before. He wanted to believe she was feeling the same way, but the chemistry she had with Kris crushed his walls down. He knew he didn't do anything wrong, but you can never talk a person into loving you. In addition, Bojan was adamant to the fact that when you love a person (and we are talking about two people Bojan loves as the same time, y/n and Kris) you must wish the best for them, no matter how much it hurts your heart. So the moment he heard his door knocking and y/n's sweet voice echoed through the hallway, his heart sank deeply down his chest but he got himself together as he heard Kris's voice behind calling his name as well.

Of course there was Kris as well. They liked each other. They were great for each other. They were both kind, outgoing, generous. He never wanted to be someone else more than this exact moment. But he had to be strong. Not let his guards down anymore. He is simply gonna ignore them, act as if he was asleep, they won't care that much, they will shrug it off. They will have more time together. He closed his eyes, turned his back to the door and kicked his feelings. The feelings that are growing more and more every single day.

"Bojan, I am really worried, please open the door."

That's it. That thing over there. Bojan. The way she said his name, the way she tried to come close to a Slovenian accent. He was sure Kris was teaching her how to say his name correctly, he was sure Kris was holding her hand now, he was sure Kris would try to steal the very first kiss. Nevertheless, he made his way to the door, the faster he would get over with the encounter, the better for him. He swiftly turned the doorknob and his eyes fell exactly on top of y/n's. She let out a sigh of relief and wrapped her arms tightly around him. "I missed you Bojan" she said as Bojan himself took advantage of every single second he was in her arms. Because the moment she and Kris would make it official, those hugs will be gone. All the hugs will be for Kris. He will be lucky if he gets a hug at his birthday. He managed to convince everyone that he needed this time alone to relax and will be up and running as soon as possible.

Lie.

The next two pre parties were hectic as hell and that made Bojan bless the God above for giving him the perfect opportunity to keep the distance he believed would be for the best. Everything kept happening so fast that he really didn't have the time needed to spend some moments with y/n.

Lie. Kris found some time to go out for a drink with her. Along with Jan.

And at that specific moment, the night of the last pre party, she was as sure as ever about that. Bojan is ignoring her. She tried to ask Nace about it during the time between their acts, him not giving her an answer that could please her. And at the moment she stepped her foot on the stage, her eyes searched for Bojan. And every word she sang was for Bojan. Every single emotion she felt was for Bojan. Her eyes were stuck on him, his eyes were stuck on hers. But after her performance, while she made her way towards them, all the way to Bojan, he stepped back and oh-so-slightly motioned Kris towards her way, making him her first hug of the night. Nobody sensed a thing, it was just normal, she wanted Kris's hug more than anyone else's right now.

Lie. She wanted Bojan's hug. She wanted Bojan's compliments. She wanted Bojan's reassurance.

Reaching to the Eurovision rehearsals, Bojan's nerves were on the roof. Seeing y/n and simply waving at her, he justified that on the fact that this event was huge for them, he wanted to give his best, he didn't want to let anyone down. And especially the moment of the actual semi final, where y/n had just qualified and there was only one last spot left for the grand final.

Slovenia.

A word Bojan never heard from the pressure and the fact that the only thing he could hear was the pounding heart on his chest, but felt a pair of arms hug him with all their might, repeating the word 'congratulations' over and over again, all the boys joining in this big hug. And Bojan felt nice. Felt relieved. Felt absolutely content and happy. Until Kris turned his attention towards y/n and offered some party drinks, and Bojan sank deep once again. 'I am happy for them. They are my friends, I am happy for them'

Lie. His heart couldn't have sunk any further down his chest.

80 and 78 points for y/n and Joker Out respectively. The word 'favorites' that was chasing both of the acts meaning absolutely nothing, the top 10 more than ten places above. y/n was devastated. She let everyone down, she let her country down, she let the people that supported her down, she let herself down. The first tear made its way down her cheek the moment the presenters announced her televoting points.

You get...21 points.

A loud no way was heard from the delegation next to hers, and that voice was a voice she could recognize from anywhere. Bojan. She too stunned to look at them, her gaze stuck upon the scoreboard. Final results, a 20th place for her and a 21st for Slovenia. After the end of the voting show and the winner's performance, people were slowly making their way outside of the arena, but y/n's gaze stayed at the same point it was before. 20th. She didn't even notice all the delegations leaving and only averted her gaze when she felt a hand touching hers.

Bojan.

"Please don't cry, you were amazing on stage. I am so proud of you" he told her as the silent tears kept making their way down her cheeks. "And so what? What if I was indeed that good on stage? It doesn't even matter because I failed everyone that believes in me" she raised her voice, new tears almost escaping the corners of her eyes. Bojan hated seeing her cry, it broke his heart into million little pieces. "I believe in you and you haven't failed me, y/n" he simply added as she looked at him. Just a small look into his eyes turned her deep sadness into anger. Anger for every single moment he set her aside, every single moment he ignored her. He thought he had the right to support her now, after all those countless days that she felt left out?

"You have got to be kidding me Bojan. After all those days that you don't pay the slightest attention to me, that you do everything you can to ignore me, now you want to support me? Does this seem normal to you?" she burst out, her voice raising with every word she said. Bojan stood quiet, not sure on how to react, on what to say. Should he mention Kris? Should he mention his feelings? Should he just close his eyes and follow his heart?

"I don't want to steal time from you and Kris, y/n" he simply stated, a lump forming in his throat just by the thought that passed by his mind. "You make each other happy, and I am sure you fit each other perfectly.". y/n stayed shocked by what he said, did Bojan seriously think that there was something going on between her and Kris? "Wait, where did that come from? I don't like Kris, what are you saying? Who told you that?" she said looking at Bojan more serious than ever. Bojan averted her gaze and she got a gentle hold of his chin, turning his face to look at her. "Bojan, please answer me".

"Jure also noticed that, not before me though"

Lie.

"Even if he did notice that, Bojan, why didn't he start ignoring me as you did? This makes zero sense, please tell me what's the matter" she stated and Bojan couldn't control himself anymore.

"Because Jure doesn't have feelings for you. Jure doesn't suppress his whole entity because his love for you is growing stronger and stronger. Because Jure is not me y/n"

y/n stared into Bojan's eyes, as he saw them glistening with tears. Bojan felt his whole head spinning, y/n not answering to his sudden outburst. 'I fucked up'

Suddenly, y/n's hand found its way on Bojan's cheek. " You are really dumb aren't you?" she simply stated as Bojan furrowed his eyebrows. And then he caught a glimpse of her gaze. No, there was no way he was imagining things. Her gaze averted between his eyes and his lips, he saw that. Bojan nodded and y/n got this as a cue to instantly lock her lips with the sweet pair of his, while his hands moved to her small back. "It's me? Not Kris? It's me?" Bojan said out of breath as she smiled. " It couldn't be anyone else but you. You have a lot of broken parts to fix here, you made me feel like the least wanted person for more than a month now" she stated, the smile never leaving her lips. Bojan nodded, regret filling his mind and thoughts.

He wasn't at the airport to pick her up, he didn't hug her after the pre parties, he didn't spend time with her during the rehearsals. He missed a hell lot of opportunities to make so many memories with her, all because of his haunting thoughts. He wrapped his arms around her small frame, kissing the top of her head.

"Can we start this process by getting you a congratulations drink? The drink that I chose not to get to you during the pre parties?"

She simply nodded as she heard a voice coming from the main entrance of the arena "I fucking told you Jan, you owe me 50 euros."

[caesurah-tblr]

Not this fic almost hitting 2k words… Fellow Armored-Phesant lovers, I offer you this angsty fic from an aroace person who knows nothing about love but tries to write about it anyways. Tell me how close I got, okay?

This does contain slight spoilers for episode 10 but not really at the same time. Read at your own risk.

“Grefgor?”

“Yes, my Prince?”

“May I speak to you?” Shilo asks. “Privately.” He tacks on, his one eye darting over to Hazel.

“Of course my Prince!” Grefgor stands, placing a quick kiss on the top of Hazel’s head before gesturing Shilo to follow him.

The flat is small, but there’s a small concrete balcony. It, like the rest of the house, is as nicely decorated as it seems it can be. Not as nice as the castle, but not cold like it either. It’s homey and warm in a way the castle never was, and the thought makes Shilo’s chest hurt.

Grefgor pulls out one of the chairs but Shilo shakes his head, quietly refusing the offer and instead choosing to stand. He looks up at his loyal guard, fighting the urge to cover his eye. He has to be strong for this.

“You’re happy?” He asks, his voice breaking just the smallest amount.

“Very, my Prince!” Grefgor gives him a big smile as he brushes his hair out of his eyes. “I’ve missed you, my Prince! Both of my Princes, of course, but you more so!”

There it is again- that twisting in his gut that feels both soft like velvet and as sharp as a stake.

“And she makes you happy?”

Grefgor nods excitedly. “Yes, my Prince! She means everything to me! I know that I do not have good enough wealth to wed her yet, but I will one day!”

“That…” The pain in his chest grows, and Shilo has to place a hand against it to ensure there isn’t actually a stake sticking through him. There isn’t, of course, but for some reason he’d rather there be. “That is good. I think it is time then.”

“Time for what, my Prince?”

“It is time to let you go. You have served my mother. And you have served me. But now? It is time to serve yourself. I am revoking your guard status. Honorably, of course.”

“My Prince-“

“Shilo. Please call me Shilo.” He croaks the words out, trying but failing to hide the tears welling up in his eyes. Grefgor reaches for him, but he brushes the hand away.

“You have served me well.” Another hand reaches toward him and he takes it. “And you have served my brother well. But you’re happier here than you would ever be at my side, and I cannot allow my needs to get in the way of that.”

Shilo squeezes the hand. “My mother was a strong leader, and I wish to be like that. But I will not be the type of leader that makes people stay by his side against their will. So I do this, not for me, but for you.”

Grefgor looks crestfallen, his face twisted up in an expression of pure anguish. Shilo is sure he could fall dead in front of him at this very moment and he would be hard pressed to look more distraught than he does now.

“But- my Prince- I am happy! I always have been happy at your side!” Grefgor grabs both of Shilo’s hands in his own. “There is not a moment that goes by where I do not want to serve you, my Prince. If my heart did beat, every beat would be yours to command.”

Shilo grits his teeth against the feeling in his chest. What is it? This soft feeling? This warmth? It makes him feel so human with the way it both soothes and hurts him. He never wants to feel it again, but he also aches for it. His heart thunders in his chest.

“I want to ensure you are happy.” Shilo can’t look at Grefgor anymore, so he looks down at their entangled hands. “And you cannot be truly happy with me. I do this so that you may be happy and safe. By revoking your status, I also revoke any involvement I have with you, thus marking you as safe from anything Edward might have planned. This is how it is meant to be.”

“My Prince-“

“Give me your crest. Please.” Shilo pulls his hands away, missing the slight warmth their cold skin had managed to create. He tucks them against his chest, rubbing them together to try and get that feeling back.

Grefgor stands in front of him silently for a few moments before he pulls a bundle of cloth from his pocket. He unwinds what Shilo realizes to be a bundle of silk to reveal the Venture crest, still as nice as the day he had received it.

Shilo takes it in shaking hands, squeezing the metal between them before sliding it into his pocket.

“Thank you, Grefgor.”

“Of course, my Prin- Shilo.”

Shilo can’t help it- he lets out a wail before throwing himself at Grefgor, wrapping his arms around the man who was once his loyal guard. Arms wrap around him in return, and Shilo feels his heart give a twinge of pain that makes him cry harder.

“Hey, we’re back- oh.”

Shilo pulls himself away from Grefgor, wiping the blood from his face in vain as he turns to his brother. Emizel looks shocked, eyebrows raised as he takes in the scene in front of him.

“Everything okay out here? Do I need to kick someone’s ass?”

“No.” Shilo brushes past his brother, making his way to the front door. “Shall we get going? I assume you hav found a place for us to stay.”

“Uh, yeah? You coming Grefgor?”

“No. I will be staying here.” Grefgor’s voice is wet in a way that Shilo knows his own voice has to be, and he hates it. He hates that he has caused Grefgor so much hurt, but he knows this has to be done.

“Okay… See you around then.” Emizel bumps him through the open front door and out onto the stairs that he quickly walks down. As soon as his brother meets him at the foot of them, Shilo grabs his hand.

To his surprise, Emizel doesn’t pull away. Instead, he intertwines their fingers and gives his hand a squeeze as he pulls them down the sidewalk to their destination.

“What happened?”

Shilo reaches out his other hand and grabs his brother’s forearm, seeking comfort. “I revoked his guard status so that he may be happy with his girlfriend.”

“And he let you do that without a fight? I can’t imagine him just letting you do that.”

“It wasn’t without fight.” Shilo tells him. “Emizel, he told me he was happy with her. Then he told me that if he had a heartbeat, that it would be mine to command. And I don’t understand what he meant by that, and I don’t understand the weird feeling I get in my chest when he says these things.”

Emizel stops and lets out a groan before pulling Shilo over to a bench and pushing him down onto it.

“Shilo, listen to me.” Emizel sits next him, eyes sunken and tired. “I’m just gonna give it to you straight- I mean, it’s not really- whatever. You’re in love with Grefgor.”

Shilo blinks, confused. “Love? That is not possible.”

“How is it not?”

“Well, vampires cannot feel love.” Shilo says in confidence. He remembers asking his uncle about love once, when he was very young. The book had been taken from him, and he had been given a long-winded speech about how vampires don’t have the capacity to love someone, and that his mother and himself only loved Shilo because they were his family.

“Who told you that?” Emizel is giving him that look that he always gives Shilo after he says something that sounds stupid. Shilo can’t help but take a little offense.

“Our Uncle. He says that vampires cannot love, and that only he and my mother love me because it is different.”

“Well, do you love me?” Emizel asks, and Shilo tilts his head thoughtfully. Does he love his brother? He cares for him, sure. He doesn’t want to see anything happen to him, and being around his brother does bring him joy.

“Yes.” He decides after awhile. “I do love you. But again, it is different. You are my brother.”

“It is different, yeah.” Emizel agrees. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t feel anything outside of familial love. I love you, but I also love Theo, and even though it’s the same word it means something different.”

“You love me?” Shilo looks at his brother, smiling at him for a moment before registering the rest of his sentence. “You love Soda?”

Emizel nods, an uncharacteristically soft smile gracing his lips. “I do. But that love is different.”

“What does that love feel like?” Shilo turns to his brother, hands rubbing against one another.

“Hm…” Emizel tilts his head down thoughtfully. “It feels like warmth and comfort. It feels like not being near them is so painful you can barely stand it, and when you’re finally back together all you can think about is holding them close and keeping them there always. It’s not wanting them to get hurt, and seeking revenge on those that hurt them. They’re your world, and if something ever happened to them everything would crumble. They’re your happy place, your safe space, the one place you can go to and spill your guts and you know you won’t be judged for it. You think about them all the time and the thought of hurting them makes you want to cry because you’d rather hurt yourself than them.”

And just like that, a weight lifts from Shilo’s chest. Love. He was in love. He could love and he was in love and it was wonderful. But…

“I love him.” Shilo admits. “You’re right. But he loves someone else, and I will not interfere with that.”

“Shilo, dude, he looks at you like you hung the fucking stars, man.” Emizel places a hand on his shoulder. “He’s always touching you and calling you beautiful and perfect. And before you say it was just because he was a guard, I can promise you that’s not it. Grefgor is so gone for you, man. You two just need to talk it out. Speaking of.”

Shilo watches as his brother stands, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“I got a phone call to make to my boy. I suggest you go talk to yours before it’s too late.”

Emizel wanders down the street, phone to his ear as he walks away. Shilo watches him as his face lights up when Theo answers the phone, and studies his face as he talks. He’s seen that face on Grefgor more times than he could count. How could he miss the signs?

Just another thing that’s been taken from him.

Shilo stands up, brushing himself off. He gives his brother a nod, and in return receives at two-fingered salute before the two brothers go their separate ways, one with the one he loves and one determined to find out what love is all about.

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

PATCHYY BABY!!! hope you’re doing well my love! this event is so cool, can i have a potion for dealing with nanamin please?🥺

MWAH!! big kiss for u ily🩷💛

Oh Traveler, how grateful I am to have you here, it brings me so much joy to know you wished to visit my little shop, let alone grace me with all those kind compliments. Truly your heart is far more kind than I am sure you allow yourself the credit for.

But I digress, you are here with a most simple problem that many face. It is hard to come to terms with ones own emotions, let alone having to then confide them to someone else. That level of vulnerability is not for the faint of heart, and though I can see your heart is strong, it too is guarded when it comes to wishing to let its feelings be know.

Determination Draft shall help you with this, though I do advise you drink the whole phial. Would very much hate for your pluck to run out while you are in the middle of your confession.

You did not want to have to come here. To beg a peddler for her wares. You did not want things to go as far as they did. But alas, you could not change the fates design for you, let alone the one they chose for your heart to claim as your own. And you were willing to set your pride aside if it meant you got a semblance of levity from the way your heart ached so painfully.

It was not as if Nanami was bad man. On the contrary you were hard pressed to find any other that was as selfless and kind as he was; he always showed no qualms in stepping in to help where it was needed, with never a want to be repaid – not even needing a thank you once all was said and done.

It was just, he had a demeanour about him that always was a little off-putting to those that did not know him well. How demanding, and oft terrifying it was it be within. It never lent itself to making someone feel wanted if around. And you, despite how selfless you wished to be, always hoped that he would showcase a tiny semblance of enjoyment of having you near him.

Ever since you met him you were drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. And perhaps that is why you always felt so hurt, after all a moth cannot stay in the light without sacrificing its life. Not that you were willing to go to such a degree. But you could not help the way your heart would beat so forcefully, as if it needed him, whenever he was near. At first, you thought it was merely a crush, the kind you had gotten when you were but a younger girl; that you merely were so enamored by his handsome visage and strong physic.

Yet, as time passed, and you were privy to many a small moment that showcased a different side to him, you began to feel an allurement that claimed you, and as more time passed it began to tighten its hold over you; growing ever more tight, until you ended up where you are now – breathless and unable to do anything but try and hold on.

It became clear to you that this was not a mere infatuation, not some silly school yard crush that would leave you with blushing cheeks and giggles. This was far beyond that and you were at a loss of what to do. You were not exactly known for taking a leap, of becoming brave and admitting forthright how you felt. Or perhaps maybe you were, but you could find yourself the pluck to do so with him. The moment his eyes would land upon you, a meekness would overcome you to the point where you wanted to do nothing more than to scurry away; half the time you did.

Though, it was not to say that you were entirely a timid mouse in the jaws of such a lion. You had, in your own small ways, showcased to him your attraction. Be it with the need to always wish him good morning, to always ensuring that you got him his favourite coffee, to the small gifts you would hide within his jacket pockets. Yet it never seemed to work. A nod of acknowledgement is all he would give to your cheery greetings, you would find the exact change that his coffee would cost sitting upon your desk every time you came to back to it at the end of the day, and those small gifts always seemed to find its their way to his desk to remain unopened.

You knew the solution. A pluck more of courage to tell him directly what you felt. Even if he did not feel the same as you, at least you would have an answer and can move forward from this stagnant, purgatory-like, situation you have placed yourself in. Yet it never came to you.

It was why you were here as you scanned vial after vial, all marked so beautifully with scripts of their names, as you tried in vain to find one that you would recognize as something that could help. Your fingertips brushed over an array of colour, from blues, to greens, to purples, to now the bright crimsons as you muttered to yourself some affirmations that you were possible on the right track.

“May I help you find whatever it is you seek?” The calm voice of the woman who let you in asked, as she stood nearby and watched you with curious eyes.

“I suppose?” You whispered out, a little timid to be caught talking to yourself, nonetheless you turned to face her fully and embrace the help she was so willing to give “Looking for something that will give me courage.”

“Ah, I see. You need not feel embarrassed, even the most brave of knights come here to ask for a boost of pluckiness to help them through their next mission.” She smiled before taking a step towards you and the many vials behind you, as her eyes darted over the carmine creations “Though, I do think Blood of a Lion is far too strong for what you need.”

“N-no! Truly I do not think that right!” You tried to protest, as you followed her away from the alluring bottle of red courage towards those of a softer nature “I can barely even allow myself the courage to speak to him, let along confess such strong feelings.”

“Yet you still do bring yourself to talk to him, which makes you more brave than most” She smiled, eyes shining with warmth as she continued her search “I know it must be hard to place your faith in the hands of a stranger, but trust me I shall not lead you astray.”

She placed within your hands a phial filled with liquid that reminded you of a petal of a pink rose. Determination Draft she called it, it would allow you the ability to speak what was on your mind to anyone; even those most frightening of creatures would not deter you from speaking the truth upon your tongue.

It was just the push you needed to allow you to finally take a stand and no longer be a helpless passenger in what you called your life; you could take control again. Even if it led you down a bumpy road of humiliation that rejection would bring, you would still take it over being held back and frozen in place from the meekness that had taken over.

You just wished the perfume that wafted from the phial was not so strong; though it was a pleasant aroma it still made you gag when it first touched your nose. Though it still could not deter you from what you wanted. You simply pinched your nose before you brought the vial back to your mouth, and in one fell swoop, you downed the entirety of it all.

A heat followed the liquid, from where it danced upon your tongue, down your throat, until it pooled within your belly. It was that warmth, that fire, that reignited your vigor and set you blood aflame. If this was how you felt with a weaker potion, you could only imagine was beasts you would slay, the foes you would conquer, should you have had the more crimson blood potions you first fought for.

With that spike of adrenaline coursing through your body, you knew you had to act quickly before it left you once again. With a deep inhale you marched your way down to where you knew Nanami would be hiding away at this time of day; to try and allow himself some peace and tranquility before his colleague would call him forth and cause him ire. You had made contact with his door, you could barely hear the loud rapt your knuckles made over the sound of rushing blood that filed your ears; though the sound of your name from his lips rang clearly though it all.

“This is certainly unexpected” His voice had an unfamiliar lilt of surprise to it “How many I help you?”

You did not wait until he opened his door further to allow you in, instead choosing to push you way past him into the small space he was hiding out in. If your mind had not been freed of any semblance of decorum, you would be horrified of your actions. Yet, you decided to ignore the small glimmer of shock in his eyes as you squared your shoulders and tilted head so you could finally look him in the eye.

“I have something to tell you.”

I can already tell just how well it all went; given you have yet to come back and ask for another potion to aide you – whether it be to allow you the chance again for some pluck, or to help you through your heart break. Though, please, I would for you to stop by again to hear how the rest of the story went.

Oh, and before I forget. Might be best to avoid as many people as possible while that potion still runs hot through you. I would hate for you to say what you truly felt about someone, especially those you are not fond of. I never like knowing squabbles arose from my hand.

[offrozenmemoirs]

What Do You Fight For?

Seraph sits on the ground, exhaling softly. His spear and sword rest next to him, his eyes are closed, and the top half of his armor lay discarded on the other side of him. Meditation after his training sessions was how he grounded himself once more, working off stress from his duties, and the ever growing presence of Khorne within his mind.

He should be getting some sleep, but after his time with Soup, he was restless. He reluctantly climbed out of bed, redressing himself and heading out to the beachfront. The salty scent of the sea filing his nose, and feeling the sand shift beneath his boots. The moonlight itself looked rather beautiful, but bought him no reprieve from the thoughts in his mind. The beach is empty, given the narrowly averted catastrophe that just happened, Seraph understands their aversion to any midnight strolls along the beach. It was oddly quiet, aside from the sound of rolling waves.

He thinks of the future confrontation between the group and the leader of this tribe of Cetaceans. From what he recalls, they're big on honor and strength. He was banking on that to get a duel with the leader of this tribe, if he won, he would be acknowledged as strong enough to do as he wished. A duel doesn't need to end with the death of either combatant, but...

"Do you honestly believe such a proud creature like that would yield to you? How convenient would that be?"

The echo of the chaos god's words is still clear in his mind. He struggles with the urges that come with combat, to rend apart all of his enemies, and with how fiercely he can fight sometimes...To say that Khorne is pleased with that would be an understatement. Though, that's not to say he's the only one who apparently likes how Seraph gets in battle.

"Sometimes it scares me, a little... but you know what? I like it. I swear, when we were out cold... I was dreaming, wishing to experience some of what you unleashed near that lighthouse."

The words of his lover cause a faint smile to flicker across his face, before he steels his expression once more. It's odd, not having many voices in his head, to hold conversations with the Deathwatchers, or occasional conversations with his father. Seraph's mind has been mostly quiet, with the occasional comment from Khorne, or conversations with Freya. It's odd, and he misses the presence of his father and Pharasma.

"You were quite fierce in battle. Leaping into the skies to impale your foes and then scattering them...A spear suits you much better than that scythe you had. But then there's that sword of yours...What a marvelous piece of steel. Frigid to the touch, and it only seems to like you as its master. You've done well to christen it in blood as of late."

It was true that Skadi was temperamental about who touched her, giving people a nasty case of frostburn when they touched her hilt. Even Rok had spoken about how he never touched the blade after he forged it. It had been a comfort, to have a sword similar to Joseph, especially while his scythe was being reforged into a spear. It too, held a name, Susano'o, a Kitaian deity of storms, if he was recalling his studies correctly. He couldn't put his finger on it, but, it felt right to give the weapon forged from his very soul such a name. Susano'o was much like its master, seeking a purpose, to grow into what it was meant to be.

"What will you do if you cannot convince this 'Storm Thief' to stand down?"

Seraph frowns, knowing that in Cetacean culture, in some tribes, surrender was akin to being shamed. For someone christening himself as the Storm Thief, having stolen Rhalgr's trident, had the power to back up his name. Though it was a power that wasn't earned, and in a strange sense, perhaps he agreed with Khorne's assessment, another warlord looking to make a name for themselves.

"If he doesn't surrender, then I'll do what I must and end him. Nothing more, nothing less."

Khorne hums in acknowledgement of Seraph's answer.

"And if someone comes for revenge? If you kill him, you'll have to deal with the fallout."

The elf doesn't have an answer, and it's clear on his face, lips curling into a frown.

"If I can make a suggestion...Perhaps it would be better to kill him in such a way that any challengers would be petrified. Tear him apart, rip his throat out with your teeth. Bathe in his blood and let them know that challenging you is to court death itself."

Seraph opens his eyes, to see someone standing in front of him, he doesn't want to look up, knowing what he'll see. Yet, he meets the other's gaze, staring himself in the face, a wicked grin that was far too wide, filled with teeth sharpened like knives, and that damnable blazing, piercing red gaze. He wishes that Khorne didn't stand in front of him, the waves rolling past his ankles. The shadow walks forward, staring down at Seraph, meeting his gaze as he begins to speak.

"It's always better to be feared, Seraph. Many think of me as someone obsessed with killing, to see my enemies scattered to the winds. I enjoy my bloodshed, of course, but I know the power of a reputation as well. You know that you must do whatever it takes to protect the innocent. Even if they hate you for it, they will still be alive to do so. There's still honor in shedding blood for justice."

Seraph isn't naive enough to believe that. Even if he agrees that the innocent must be protected.

"I'm not foolish enough to believe that you have my best interests at heart. You tried setting Soup's blood on fire. You and I shall never be friends, nor allies. Not after all you've done to my family and loved ones."

A dark chuckle leaves the doppelganger's lips. Seraph hates looking at Khorne because he sees himself bulging with muscle, covered in ritualistic scarring and nails more akin to claws. He sees a vicious mockery of himself, and his once blue eyes are now entirely red, blazing with a crazed fury. Veins alight with an unholy glow, as if his very blood had turned to fire. Interestingly, Khorne didn't take his current appearance into account; instead, he had his original black hair, which was shorter, with daemonic horns. It's almost a mockery of his draconic heritage. It scares him more than seeing Makoto ever did. Perhaps it reminded him of the patient ward in Ingora, where that man begged him for forgiveness. It's a reminder of what he could've been had he continued on his path…Or what he could still become if he ever lost his way.

"Say what you will, Seraph. But you're a perfect candidate for my teachings. How many did you kill in that last fight? How many of your foes died screaming? Cetaceans don't often have fear struck into them, but you...You're something special. After all, I wouldn't have my eye on you if I thought you weren't worth my time. You have my favor...My blessings will give you strength beyond strength, if you would accept me."

Seraph says nothing in response, instead, grabbing Skadi. He unsheathes his blade, and cuts the mockery of himself down, watching as Khorne's form fades into the air. He almost expected blood and guts to spill out, but instead a black mist is the only reward for his efforts. He ignores the laughter leaving its lips, a deep, rumbling tone that he's come to associate with the god of blood. He would never accept Khorne's offers. Power always came with a price, no matter the source. He resumes training, not wanting to sleep any time soon, though he's sure he'll drag himself back to the shared hotel room, and get what little sleep he can...eventually.