#also my step brother does this and it terrifies me

[anifever]

omggg I love ur Lottie!reader hc’s! Could you do one where the reader acts like Tiana? A super independent, great cook and no-nonsense gal with good humor is someone I think the whole gang would rlly love

Gang w/ a Tiana!Reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The Outsiders x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : Curtis gang with a reader who’s like Tiana from ‘Princess and the Frog’

A/N : Why does my theme mess up when I do requests kms. Once again, sorry if these are a bit short <\3 I have so many other requests I’m working on so bare with me

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Darry

୨ IMO, he’d be the best choice for someone with that personality to be paired with

୨ The gang is terrified of pissing either of you off

୨ My ongoing hc/scenario of him = throwing flour at each other whilst cooking together continues to hold up

୨ He thinks you’re the perfect mix of sweet with a bit of sour

୨ If you have a little restaurant, etc; he’s always gloating about it

୨ He’s honestly a little shy about it like one of his coworkers asks abt you during a lunch break and he’s just like “Well….🤭🤭🤭”

୨ You guys both share your parents recipes with each other

୨ He’s the one who’s always cooking for his brothers/the guys, so it’s helpful when he gets a bigger range of things to make

୨ Also helpful that you offer to cook with him or just do it yourself sometimes

୨ He gets pretty worried when he notices you overworking yourself (ironic.)

୨ You both try to help each other through it and take some burdens off one another’s shoulders

୨ You’re both super independent; power couple

Two-Bit

୨ You love to cook, he loves to eat

୨ You’re his saving grace

୨ You also match his sense of humor which makes you the full package in his eyes

୨ He can’t compliment you without you brushing him off and he hates it LMAO

୨ He just wants to butter you up but you’re so humble

୨ Then again, he gets all shy when you start sweet-talking him back

୨ You spoil him with food constantly

୨ “Baby, you’re an amazing cook ‘n all, but I’m gainin’ a bit of a belly-” then you just shut him up by stuffing his mouth with more food

୨ You don’t gaf about his weight you just like coddling your funny lil’ handsome guy

୨ Like I said, he cannot stop complimenting you, like it’s impossible for him

୨ He thinks you’re perfect and feels the need to constantly rub it in other people’s faces that they don’t have someone like you

୨ Like he bagged a woman who can cook, is funny, nice, gorgeous, and stays humble about all of it????

୨ It will forever be his greatest achievement

Steve

୨ You keep him in check

୨ He can be such a smartass sometimes but he learned not to mess around with you fast

୨ Just sits and watches you cook sometimes because he’s so mesmerized by it

୨ He debates on stealing ads for your restaurant he sees around town since he’s so proud of you but then he decides it’s probably bad to lower your promo

୨ He says “There’s my favorite chef 😋” with the dumbest grin on his face whenever he sees you after a while of being apart

୨ If anyone dares to say something bad about you or your food, etc- his ass is NOT having it

୨ His smart-ness comes in handy in cases like that

୨ Like I said, you can handle your own and he’s lowkey giggling and kicking his feet on the inside whenever he gets to witness it

୨ He’s like yes!!!! That’s my girl!!! 😣😣

୨ Borderline moans when he tastes something new of yours and you can’t tell if he’s playing it up or being serious

Dallas

୨ You walk him like a dog I’m crying

୨ You’re really kind most of the time, but he loves that you’re also able to handle yourself

୨ Like going to Buck’s together and some guy is being weird, he thinks he’ll have to step in but you handle it just fine on your own

୨ He wanted you to have his children after that.

୨ Anyways, you’re also really caring over him

୨ Not to mention super loyal which he’s not used to

୨ You always clean him up after fights (not without scolding him tho)

୨ Once again, if you own a place yourself or at least work somewhere, he’s always showing up out of the blue

୨ He reluctantly agrees to be on his best behavior when he visits

୨ That being said, when he hangs out with Pony and Johnny, he’s always bringing them there for food

୨ He tries to flirt with you whilst you’re on-job and you do not have any of it

Soda

୨ He’s always ready to be a taste-tester whenever you try a new recipe

୨ He���s just so supportive I’m sobbing I love him

୨ You pack him lil’ sweets for him to snack on during his shifts at the DX

୨ He watches you passionately talk about cooking/your job with hearts in his eyes

୨ Whenever girls come into the the DX to flirt with him, he takes the chance to promote your business/the place you work LMAOO

୨ He worries a bunch when you start working more than normal

୨ He tries to get you to take breaks but then you’re like “?? You do the same thing with your job” and he’s just like “Ah.. well, you got me there.”

୨ Realistically though, he gets where you’re coming from about “the only way to get what you want is through hard work” and relates to it

୨ That still doesn’t stop him from pouting when you seem more tired than usual when you take longer shifts, etc

୨ You start helping him and his brothers out financially once you start making more money

୨ He cries.

Johnny

୨ You try to help him with his confidence since you’ve got a lot of it yourself

୨ You make him feel secure

୨ You’re also a pretty big inspiration for him

୨ He doesn’t eat great considering his living conditions other than when he goes over to the Curtis’, so he’s basically getting full course meals when he’s with you

୨ You encourage him to get multiple helpings/take a few bites before the food’s done but then scold the other guys when they try to LMAO

୨ “Oh, so Johnny can eat it early but not us??”

୨ “What- was I supposed to let him STARVE?!?! 🙄”

୨ You care about him so much and always make sure he’s away from his parents as much as possible

୨ You’re aware he can also handle himself the same way you can, but you’re still protective over him nonetheless

୨ You have confronted his mom before and desperately tried to keep your usual down-to-earth and kind demeanor, but it didn’t work. At all.

୨ You and Two-Bit are one in the same when it comes to that woman

Pony

୨ He is SCARFING your food down

୨ I’m dead it’ll be gone so fast, he can’t help it

୨ Loves that you’re so headstrong since he’s the same way

୨ Anyways, imagine he brings home a small box filled with something you made him from school & Steve’s like “Where’d you get that from?? 🤨” and he gets all smug about it

୨ He refuses to let him have even the smallest bite

୨ You get along really easy with everyone and he loves that about you

୨ You’re always sticking up for him if he’s getting made fun of at school, on the street, etc

୨ It makes his lil’ heart hammer in his chest

୨ He visits you during your waitressing shifts

୨ Like he studies and does homework up at the counter while you work and he takes glances up at you every now and then AHHHHH

୨ He also probably does yours for you depending on how busy you are

୨ You repay him with food on the house though 😊

୨ Darry’s always asking him where he’s been and he’s like “… the diner in town…🧍” and he’s still suspicious but he’s just glad he’s not getting into trouble

[isakvaltersnake]

things from the 2001 television programme band of brothers that haunt me to this day:

- we’re paratroopers lieutenant, we’re supposed to be surrounded. not to be your 60 year old military obsessed uncle about it but that line goes hard

- nix’s little giggle he does sometimes

- I’ll never forgive them for leaving gene’s medic training out of their training montage. in fact you know what? go back in time, film a parallel sequel of the other 9 eps from gene’s pov

- popeye’s “they called you guys too?” and the way his accent specifically scratches my brain

- they gave me moose heyliger and his massachusetts accent for like 20 minutes then the narrative snatched him away from me and i still miss him

- the way meehan looks at winters after he tells him to close the flap, in fact let’s talk about how every single one of winters’ commanders are obsessed with him in one way or another he truly is the it girl

- the chaos and fear that precedes gene and the calm and comfort that follows him

- I know everyone thinks “we’ll go to chicago, I’ll take you there” is the insane line but the one that actually makes me lose sleep is “what, and give up all this?” THAT MAN SAID I WOULD RATHER LIVE THROUGH THE HORRORS OF WAR THAN HAVE LIVED MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU

- alley is So Beautiful and I don’t think we collectively talk about it enough

- babe being some rando replacement in episode three and whilst his other replacement friends are being absolutely roasted he is immediately adopted by bill and then gets gene fucking roe of all people to connect to him?? he’s too powerful I need to study him

- speirs being this ghoulish terrifying boogeyman until lip is anywhere near him then he’s suddenly dimples and kicking his feet and giggling

- speaking of lip and speirs their little sarcastic in jokes, lip finishing speirs’ sentences fml it’s giving married

- you been working out? IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?? LIEB YOU SLUT?? THEN YOURE GONNA LAY IN HIS BED WAITING FOR HIM??? insane behaviour

- the unexplored but high potential friendships and the way I wanted like 16 more episodes for shifty and lip, nix and luz, nix and web, sisk and perconte, winters and gene, grant and tab, lieb and alley, speirs and harry, etc

- the more haggard and bitchy nix gets the hotter he gets. he also must be studied.

- “you should pack up those ears and go home” ok sobel kinda ate with that one ngl

- speaking of sobel the little confused/bewildered/piss-pants faces he makes david schwimmer the actor you are

- the silly little wide stance pennywise ass run hall does before he gets murked RIP king

- klepto speirs ilysm

- joe toye and his brass knuckles are v sexy

- sink letting nix give winters his oak leaves was very shipper girl of him

- lip harry nix speirs winters in the eagle’s nest dream blunt rotation

- the unsustainable amount of cunt served by nix, frank, babe, and luz at all times is truly a marvel

- tab really checked lip’s dick and balls mid battle and honestly that’s friendship

- bit parts for simon pegg, tom hardy, andrew scott, james mcavoy, michael fassbender, jimmy fallon ?? bob casting director you will always be famous

- peacock is so fine if he was even a little good at his job I’d be obsessed with him (special shout out to the scene of him getting sent home on furlough)

- I could list out every one of their meaningful little moments together but really it’s babe and gene just tethering and grounding each other and how they seem to gravitate to each other out of blind instinct? that’s some Brontë whatever our souls are made of bullshit I’m afraid

- ok I know I said I wasn’t talking about little meaningful moments but gene staring across the convent at where babe is sitting, lost in the peace

-bull in replacements getting imprinted on by a bunch of baby ducks and being SO PLEASED ABOUT IT he’s not the stepfather, he’s the father that stepped up

- speaking of, the underutilization of bull in the back half is such an out of character bad call

- you are officers, you are grown ups, you oughta know. HE’S RIGHT AND HE SHOULD SAY IT AND THAT’S ON GENE BEING THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO TELL OFF WINTERS

- I know nix and winters are married and whatever but the real married couple behaviour is luz constantly pissing off joe and joe immediately letting it go

- lip and speirs and their mutual competency kink

- I’M REAL SORRY FRANK skinny ilysm

[caffedrine]

Chevalier Michel - My Fiancé Has Become Child - Event Summary

This is mostly a summary for me - I make no promises on the accuracy of what’s happening. I’m not nearly fluent enough to get half the jokes/innuendo much less accurate plot points.

Chevalier stares at Emma, who stares back at him, tears gathering in her eyes. Well, at least this explains why he hasn’t seen her since this morning.

A moment before, when Chevalier had entered the library, he saw a child sitting at the bottom of the ladder. Though she now looks significantly younger, it’s obvious to anyone that it’s Emma. 

The moment he stepped towards her, the dam breaks, and Little!Emma’s face goes pale, and she bursts into full fledge crying. 

This would happen when Chevalier’s brothers encountered him as children, so he’s not even bothered by this reaction. 

There are a lot of questions he would like to ask Little!Emma, but expecting her to talk to him is unrealistic, especially while she’s crying. Instead, Chevalier strides over to her, lifts her up by her armpits so she can stand, and brushes down her clothes, checking for injuries. Good, it looks like she wasn’t crying because she was hurt, she was only terrified of him. And her shock at him touching her has even stopped her crying.

He surmises that Little!Emma must have climbed the nearby ladder to reach a book she was interested in, and then slipped and fell, thankfully without getting hurt. Chevalier takes the book and hands it to her. Little!Emma accepts the book, holding it as if she were trying to hide behind it while she runs and ducks behind a table. 

She calls out to Chevalier, asking how he knew she wanted this book, and wondering if he was some kind of wizard. 

Chevalier snorts and turns to leave, calling back to her to ask the man with the long hair tied back into a ponytail if she needs anything. She’s permitted to go wherever she likes as long as it’s in the castle and the gardens. 

As he leaves, Lucien appears out of the shadows. Chevalier orders him to watch over the kid in the library, and let him know if he sees anything strange. Lucien tells him that he’s already seeing something strange right now.

Chevalier leaves, musing that his presence will only frighten Little!Emma. 

As he walks down the hallway to his office, Leon stops him. Is Chevalier aware that there’s this little girl following him? Chevalier asks if there’s a point to this nonsensical chat. Leon advises him to be nicer to kids, and also maybe the people who work at the castle too. It would help his reputation. 

Chevalier gives Leon a cold stare and continues down towards his office.

Once inside, while he’s working on some documents, Nokto approaches him and asks if he’s aware of the small child staring at him from the doorway for the past hour. Nokto thinks she’s waiting for an opportunity to talk to him and asks if he will invite her inside. Chevalier says that if she wanted to talk to him, she could just come inside.

Nokto disagrees, Chevalier needs to meet the kid halfway. 

Fine, since this is bothering Nokto so much, Chevalier will handle it. He stands up, walks over to the doorway, and shuts the door in Little!Emma’s face. 

Err, that’s not what Nokto was getting at. He does wonder what the kid wants with Chevalier. This question gets Chevalier thinking - since it’s some regressed version of Emma, it’s probably something trivial. 

Still, there might be a way to, as Nokto put it, meet Little!Emma half way without forcing her to interact with him.

Once he finished his official duties, Chevalier retired to the palace gardens to read a book, making himself seem as approachable as he possibly could. Eventually, Little!Emma crawls out from underneath a rose bush. 

She jumps a little when Chevalier glances at her, and he wonders why she’s following him around if she still reacts like that when their eyes meet. Well, to give her credit, Little!Emma is the first child who hasn’t run away from him when given the opportunity. He watches her grip the hem of her skirt with white-knuckled hands as she steels herself. 

Little!Emma blurts out a greeting, introducing herself. She asks ‘big brother’ Chevalier if she can talk to him. Chevalier grunts in assent. Little!Emma asks if she can come next to him, and again Chevalier makes an assenting noise. 

Little!Emma is all smiles and runs over to him, clambering into the chair next to him. Maybe it was because Chevalier had given his permission, but suddenly Little!Emma didn’t look at all like the terrified child she had been a moment ago. Then again, it didn’t take long for her to get over her fear when they first met either. 

Little!Emma explains that there’s something she has wanted to say to Chevalier all day. She formally thanks him for helping her when she fell and giving her the book she wanted. She apologizes for crying and hurting him when he was just helping her. 

Chevalier tells her that if she thinks she hurt him, her eyes must be going bad. So don’t worry about him. He muses that this Emma, who doesn’t remember him at all, still came to him on her own. If, for some incomprehensible reason he had felt hurt over her earlier rejection of him, everything was forgiven. 

Little!Emma’s shoulders relaxed in relief, but her expression showed that there was something else she wanted to say. Chevalier prompts her, and Little!Emma is amazed at his deductive prowess. She hasn’t ruled out that he’s some mind-reading wizard yet. 

Little!Emma explains that she suddenly found herself in this castle, but she has no idea how or why she’s here. She asks if she can stay with Chevalier until she figures this mystery out. 

Chevalier thinks that she’s the only one in the world who would want to stay with someone who terrifies her. He tells her to do whatever she wants. Little!Emma cheers at this, thanking him. 

Chevalier decides that he no longer wants to waste his time in the garden and stands up. Little!Emma jumps down to the chair, asking where they’re going. Is he going back to work, or- 

Suddenly, Little!Emma trips and grabs on to Chevalier’s cloak to steady herself. Due to his white clothes, the grime is immediately visible; and Little!Emma apologizes for getting him dirty.

Chevalier assures her it's fine - clothes can be washed. And she doesn’t have to rush, he won’t leave her behind. 

He decides that matching the pace of a child would be too tedious, so he lifts her up to carry her. Little!Emma is enchanted and exclaims over how high they are. She hopes that one day she will grow up to be as tall as Chevalier.

Little!Emma asks if Chevalier drinks a lot of milk to get this tall, and Chevalier has a brief flashback of Clavis and the flashy one drinking milk to get taller. 

(Good luck, kid)

He tells her it doesn't work that way.

Little!Emma asks if she’s not too heavy for Chevalier and offers to walk. Chevalier tells her it would be too troublesome if she falls again, so he’ll just continue to carry her. 

Chevalier notes how quickly Little!Emma’s interests change as she becomes fixated by the fur on his collar. She asks if she can touch it, and Chevalier tells her to do whatever she wants. Little!Emma pats it, marveling over how soft and fluffy it is. She asks if having it by him all the time makes him sleepy, and Chevalier tells her that it doesn’t. Emma asks if people come up and pet him all the time then.

(Achievement: You have unlocked Chevalier’s newest nightmare!)

Chevalier thinks that only Emma is brave enough to touch him. 

Little!Emma is distracted once again and asks Chevalier where they are going. If Chevalier has to work, maybe it’s too much to take her along. 

Chevalier tells her that as a child, she shouldn’t worry about adults like this. She can just stay with him until she feels better. Instead, she should think about what she wants to do and where she wants to go.

In that case, could she spend some more time with Chevalier? She grabs onto him, burying her face into the fur at Chevalier’s collar, almost like a hug. Little!Emma explains that there are so many things she wants to do with him.

Later

Yves, Licht, and Jin stare at the pair in the practice yard. Jin asks if this is some hallucination - is he really seeing Chevalier and a little girl wailing at each other with practice swords? He asks Licht to hit him, and Licht kindly obliges.

Okay, maybe this isn’t a dream.

Yves wonders if the girl is some distant member of the Michel family, but Jin points out that doesn’t clear anything up. 

They hear the girl ask ‘big brother’ Chevalier to let her try a move again, and Jin slowly repeats ‘big brother Chevalier’. Does he suddenly have something to tease Chevalier about?

Licht’s impressed, he never knew Jin was such a daredevil. 

On the training ground, Chevalier can hear everything the trio is saying. Everyone seems as noisy as ever, openly staring at him and Little!Emma.

If Little!Emma even noticed them, she paid them no heed and instead focused on trying to get a hit on him with her sword. 

This was the first thing Little!Emma had wanted to do. She had recounted a book where a warrior princess had beat up all the bad guys to save her kingdom, even defeating the demon king. 

(Hey!)

Wanting to emulate the very cool warrior princess, Emma asked Chevalier to train her to become a knight.

(Okay, maybe his brothers had a reason to cry when he smiled like that)

Which leads them to now, with Chevalier blocking Little!Emma’s strike, whirling his sword and disarming her. He tells her that it’s time for a break and Little!Emma agrees. Showing absolutely no signs of fatigue, she rushes over to him and asks how she did.

Very amateurish, her swings are too wide, and she needs more strength behind them. Her feet stagger every time she raises her sword, and her grip on the hilt loosens even on his lightest parries. 

Little!Emma complains that he’s stingy with praise, so Chevalier adds on that he appreciates that she is willing to try to improve when her (many) faults are pointed out. 

Little!Emma cheers rare praise from Chevalier. She promises to get stronger and save Chevalier whenever he needs rescuing.

What? Since when has Chevalier come off as someone who needs rescuing?

He thinks about Emma - Adult!Emma - and her work with public service. She had been concerned about saving and protecting people, maybe this is just a childish thought of how to fulfill that need. 

The next thing Little!Emma wanted to do with him was something she enjoyed as an adult. 

As they sit drinking tea, Little!Emma looks around at the gardeners and servants watching them at a distance. Chevalier asks if she’s worried about what the others are thinking, but Little!Emma focuses again on him, denying it.

Little!Emma changes the subject, marveling over the pastries the maids had brought them. The sugar crystals sparkle like jewels, entrancing her. This is the first time she’s been at a tea party like this and is excited. Very generously, Little!Emma offers to let Chevalier choose the first pastry to eat.

Chevalier tells her to go ahead and eat first, and Little!Emma does not argue. She chooses a lemon tart, carefully cutting a piece and stabbing it with her fork. She then brings it up to Chevalier's face and tells him to say 'ahh'.

Well, Chevalier doesn't see a reason to refuse, so he obediently opens his mouth and eats the tart.

Little!Emma cheers, she chose the right sweet! Chevalier is still chewing it, so he must be savoring the flavor. Privately, Chevalier thinks that he’s only still chewing because she fed him a giant piece but lets the matter rest. He takes the fork from Little!Emma’s hand and cuts the tart into actual bite-sized pieces, then handing the plate back to her. Mistaking his intent, Little!Emma opens her mouth like a baby bird, anticipating the pastry. Unlike her adult self, who would be embarrassed, Little!Emma is anticipating him feeding her.

Little!Emma chews and swallows the bite, wiping some of it off of her cheek and marveling over the taste. She proudly tells Chevalier that she knew the lemon tart would be his favorite, after all, his hair is yellow just like the tart. He must eat them all the time for his hair to get that yellow.

Little!Emma leans forward, she has a secret to tell Chevalier, but she doesn’t want anyone else (from 25 feet away) to hear. She likes Chevalier and wants him to like her too.

Yep, even as a child, Emma is a bit stupid.

The third thing Little!Emma wants to do is not at all unexpected. Walking next to him, she announces that she wants to dance like a princess in a big dance hall. To demonstrate her dancing prowess, she lets go of his hand to jump forward and with surprising grace, pirouettes in front of him. She asks if he’ll pretend to be a prince and dance with her.

Chevalier asks if there was something about his reply that makes her doubt his word. Little!Emma assures him that it’s not that, it’s just that this feels like a dream come true so she wants to hear it again and again. And again.

Little!Emma reaches out to grab him and pull him with her. Chevalier chides her to hold his hand, not his cloak, and to stop rushing. Little!Emma laughs and tells him that the cloak was fluttering cutely. Oh, if they play hide and seek with someone, she wants to hide underneath it. It’s so long, she would be completely hidden. Chevalier points out that anyone looking would see her feet, and Little!Emma deflates at her perfect hiding place not being so perfect after all.

Privately, Chevalier thinks that anyone daring to play hide and seek with them would pretend not to notice her hiding place. He holds out his hand, and without hesitation, Little!Emma reaches out to grab it.

On their way to the dance hall, they pass by many servants and aristocrats. Everyone they pass looks from him to Little!Emma and back, as if they can’t believe it. It’s beginning to irritate Chevalier, but Little!Emma doesn’t seem to notice or mind. Or maybe not. Next to him, Little!Emma begins to skip happily, loudly chattering about how excited she is to dance with Chevalier. It’s a poor coverup, but it’s also sweet. He wonders if he should tease her about it now, or wait until they get her back to her adult self.

They find Clavis standing majestically in the center of the ballroom, wearing a strange smile. He asks if Chevalier doesn’t agree that he is at least a hundred times more suited to taking care of children. Little!Emma was alarmed at the appearance of this strange man and let go of Chevalier’s hand to hide under his cloak.

Chevalier thinks that Nokto must have sent word to Clavis, who hurried back from his inspection.

Clavis approaches them and kneels in front of Little!Emma, reaching into a pocket to proffer a box the size of the palm of his hand. Curiously, Little!Emma pokes her head out from Chevalier’s cloak to ask about it, and Clavis urges her to poke it gently. Little!Emma does and marvels over the toy bunny that pops out. Clavis asks if she likes his jack-in-the-box and Little!Emma assures him she does. Smiling, she emerges completely from Chevalier’s cloak, looking interestedly at Clavis. She asks his name, introducing herself.

This catches Clavis off guard, and rather than explain, Chevalier assures Clavis that it’s just a coincidence this child and his fiancé have the same name.

Clavis quickly recovers and introduces himself, explaining that he is Chevalier’s younger brother. Little!Emma has trouble saying his last name and has to repeat it several times before getting it right.

Well, now that they have introduced themselves, this means they’re friends! Right?

Little!Emma is thrilled, she has a new bestest friend. She bounces, and Clavis bounces with her, holding hands.

Finally, Clavis turns back to Chevalier; he is shocked to hear that Chevalier has spent the day playing with a little girl. Even right here, with proof in front of him, he feels like he must be dreaming.

Well, that’s no longer important, it would be ungentlemanly of Clavis to keep the princess waiting any longer. Chevalier grumbles that if Clavis hadn’t shown up, Little!Emma wouldn’t have to wait to play in the first place.  

Speaking of which, Little!Emma wants to know why big brother Clavis is here.

Why, he was waiting for her, of course. Clavis respectfully offers his hand and asks Little!Emma to dance with him.

Sorrowfully, Little!Emma declines. Clavis asks why, assuring her that he’s at least a billion times better dancer than Chevalier. Little!Emma assures him that she believes him, but she still wants her first dance to be with Chevalier. Maybe next time?

Clavis gives in, if it’s what Little!Emma wants, he has no choice. He assures himself that it’s just because she met Chevalier first, and that it’s not because he himself is lacking. In fact, it’s a sign of how gentlemanly he is that he’s accepting her decision.

While Clavis’ face remains amiable, the air around him becomes heavy with disappointment. Little!Emma peers at Clavis, looking like she wanted to say something. At Clavis’ prompting, she asks if he has a problem with Chevalier.

Mentally, Chevalier praises her for picking up on the (not so) subtle signs of Clavis’ emotions.

Little!Emma shouts, she just came up with the perfect idea. The lady at the bakery told her about this a while ago. No matter how much two people fight, if they do this, then they’ll quickly become friends. Smiling, she asks Clavis to hold hands with Chevalier.

Chevalier and Clavis look at each other.

Mercilessly, Little!Emma reaches out to grab Clavis’ hand, and tries to forces his and Chevalier’s hands together. Unfortunately, a mysterious force keeps them from getting too close. Little!Emma complains that Chevalier isn’t being helpful. Clavis laughs and asks if Chevalier is too embarrassed to hold his hand. Chevalier asks if Clavis wants to hold hands.

(The thought sends shivers up Clavis’ spine)

Little!Emma frowns as if faced with a difficult problem. She allows that maybe this is as close as they’ll get. Suddenly she lights up, as if a flash of inspiration struck her. She tells them that she wants them both to be her bestest friends. Clavis assures her that he would love to be her bestest friend ever.

And Chevalier?

Clavis tells her that the big sourpuss is always like this, but he definitely wants to become best friends too. Little!Emma is happy, now instead of the two of them being bestest friends, all three of them can be bestest friends! She starts jumping with joy, all while holding hands with the two of them. Defeated, Clavis gives Little!Emma a deflated smile.

To celebrate the three of them being bestest friends ever, maybe they should all dance together! They could hold hands in a circle and everything.

Clavis throws up in his mouth.

Little!Emma is alarmed and concerned and begins fussing over Clavis. He explains that he sprained his ankle earlier that day and is just not up to dancing after all. Oh, don’t worry about him, but he just remembered the doctor telling him to rest. Maybe instead of the three of them - ugh - the three of them dancing together, maybe this time just her and Chevalier.

Little!Emma nods, she understands. She'll ask the stars to help him recover quickly. Laughing softly, Clavis praises her for being a really nice, gullible child.

Before he leaves, Clavis instructs Chevalier to be gentle with her. This is just a kid, don’t grab her roughly or step on her.

(Just wait until Jin tells him about the sword fight from earlier)

Little!Emma assures Clavis that Chevalier has been gentle with her since they first met. He picked her up, and helped brush dirt off her clothes, all while being super gentle. Anyways, they should dance right now while there’s still time.

As Little!Emma drags him with her to the center of the ballroom, Chevalier wonders if he was touching her gently, he wasn’t aware of trying to be. He considers his hands, once feared as those that belonged to a beast, now being seen as something kind. Without Emma, this version of him wouldn’t exist.

He takes simple steps to match Little!Emma’s as they silently sway side to side. At least, silently until Little!Emma asks if she’s really dancing like a princess. Chevalier assures her that she is. Emma is happy with his response, but then stumbles and nearly falls over. Chevalier scoops her up and lightly spins her around, the skirt of her dress flaring out like a flower. Little!Emma laughs in delight and exclaims over how much she loves Chevalier.

Chevalier thinks the only reason why he’s changed is because of Emma. Even now, her smile is bright enough to block out the sun. He thinks that the changes are becoming natural to him, a part of who he is.

It’s not a bad thought.

The sky grows red as Emma’s list of activities continues on. Until suddenly they end when she begins to yawn. It almost seems like a lie that she was bouncing just a few moments ago. He scoops her up and holds her to his chest, and she buries her face into his collar.

Just to think, from her perspective, he’s practically a stranger, but she is still so affectionate with him. No matter what, he never wants her to leave him.

He returns to his bedroom, laying Little!Emma down on his bed gently enough not to wake her up, and smooths her messy hair. Convinced that she’s asleep, he moves away, only to hear her rustling and feel something grab at his cloak. He turns and asks Little!Emma if she was awake this entire time.

Little!Emma shakes her head and rubs her eyes. She asks if he’s leaving, and if he is, she wants to go too. So don’t go alone.

Chevalier tells Little!Emma that he wasn’t planning on going anywhere, but she points out that he was just leaving. Chevalier tells her that he was stepping away to get changed for bed. If she’s too afraid to be alone, he’ll stay with her.

Little!Emma apologizes for interrupting him from changing and assures him that he is welcome to get ready for bed. Very dramatically she lets go of his cloak and buries her face in his bedding. Chevalier can’t help but laugh and stroke her hair before leaving to get changed.

Once he is done, Little!Emma peers up around his room, curiously. She asks about the books on the table by the chairs. With his permission, she jumps off the bed and runs over to examine them. Unfortunately, they’re too advanced for her, and asks if they’re his books.

Actually, they aren’t.

Excitedly, Emma guesses they’re Clavis’ books.

Nope.

Little!Emma looks sad, and he wonders if she is still hellbent on getting him and Clavis to bond. Suddenly her eyes land on a blanket thrown over a chair, and she asks if it’s his.

Chevalier recognizes it as the first Christmas gift he received from Emma. It’s starting to get frayed at the edges from all the use. People have asked him if he wants a new one, but nothing would replace the feelings of that moment when Emma had gifted the blanket to him.

When he nods to Little!Emma’s question, a happy look spreads over her face. It’s a very cute blanket, with lovely colors. She guessed that it was a gift; when he looked at it, his mouth smiled just a fraction. Is she right?

Well, she’s right about it being a gift, at least.

Little!Emma looks relieved. Chevalier asks if she feels better now, and Little!Emma asks how he could tell that she was anxious. She apologizes for hiding it and deceiving him.

Chevalier assures her that it wasn’t really a lie, and he noticed that she was anxious about something from the start. Little!Emma laughs, Chevalier really is some sort of wizard.

She confesses that she was anxious ever since she appeared here in the castle. But then she met the kindest person ever, who helped her and even got her book down for her. She wanted to thank him by helping him make more friends.

Chevalier nods, that’s why for their activities, she was choosing places where there were lots of people. Little!Emma nods, when playing fun games together, it’s normal for others to want to join them. But it backfired when only Clavis tried to join them.

Yeah, Little!Emma picked the wrong person to try that with.

Chevalier thinks that no one in the world could even temporarily replace Emma. He picks her up and sets her in a nearby chair. He explains that he doesn’t feel ‘loneliness’ anymore. A long time ago he had dismissed love and kindness as something unnecessary.

Little!Emma disagrees, he’s a kind person, who knows love, right? Chevalier admits that he does because he’s not really alone anymore. He now has a fiancé.

Little!Emma is excited, she wants to hear all about this fiancé. She asks him to invite her to his wedding, and Chevalier assures her that there would be no wedding without her.

Little!Emma begins to ask a million questions at once; who is the fiancé, how did they meet, what is his favorite thing about her? Did Clavis help them fall in love, or did someone else?

Chevalier covers her mouth, explaining that he needs more than a fraction of a second to answer her. When he removes his hand, Little!Emma gives him a shy smile. Still, her excitement is refreshing, and he wonders if Emma feels the same way, just is better at acting reserved.

Little!Emma crosses her arms and asks if she can ask one thing about his fiancé. She asks if he loves his fiancé enough for her to be the one person at his side forever.

He does.

Little!Emma flushes and tells him that he has such a gentle expression that it makes her heart flutter. She asks if Chevalier ever tells this to his fiancé.

He doesn’t.

Okay, Little!Emma will help him. She has the perfect line for him to use next time he sees his fiancé. He should tell her that he loves her more than all the books in his library.

(Well, that’s debatable)

Smiling, Chevalier agrees to consider saying that.

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Babysitting Their Kid-Selves

I threw this together in a haze on Discord uhhhh enjoy thank you to @windalchemist001 for putting the idea In My Brain

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HEARTSLAYBUL

Riddle - struggles between wanting to help his youngerself have positive experiences, but also knows that depending on how old he is, it might just be super stress inducing. Finds a middle ground in giving his younger self an "easy" assignment and then giving him the time of his life, 10/10

Trey - he's burnt out from being the oldest, and from momming Riddle, and from taking care of the dorm. His kid self is being told to go play outside and don't get hurt (which his kid self obeys, and comes in when he's hungry and that's about it) very laissez-faire bc he can't be bothered. He knows the other boys in the dorm wouldn't let his kid self get hurt anyways, especially Riddle, who likely ends up taking the brunt of the responsibility 7/10

Cater - hehe yeah his kid self is Traumatized, he brings him to play video games/teach him to skate board/intro to Not Sweet snacks and ends up getting a kid trauma dumping to him. Or. he sees his kid self and nopes out, immediately asks anyone else to take care of him because he's gonna go :sparkles:cry:sparkles: but you don't need to know that. Either 9/10 or a 2/10

Deuce - Awkward at first, but honestly, just does what his mom did for him, smooth sailing, 10/10

Ace - "hah, I'm the best babysitter in the world, only the coolest kids can handle me. Think you have what it takes?" <- secretly really good with kids but only because he had his big brother as a role model. He also knows now all the tricks his big brother used on kid him so he has some fun being that to himself, as much as a handful as kid self is. 8/10

SAVANNACLAW

Leona - Sees how hopeful his younger self was, knows that Savannaclaw knows better than to fuck with it, leaves his child self in community care and leaves bc he doesn't want to reminded of the love he didn't recieve when he was little 10/10 for looking out for both of their mental health

Ruggie - oh my god he adores younger self, teaches him everything he knows, uses his "adorability" to his advantage, but also uses Leona's cash to buy ingredients for a food his younger self rarely got to try as a treat. Honestly, 10/10

Jack - He's a little awkward around his kid self, asks Leona for advice, gets none, asks Vil for advice, Vil ends up Momming and taking over sorry baby Jack. N/A he didn't give up the child intentionally but he also didn't really get to babysit

OCTAVINELLE

Azul - Oh hell no, like at first its like "look how far of come" but the self loathing immediately takes over again. Kid Azul's only saving "grace" is the tweels who terrify the baby by accident but are actually really soft and caring with him. Azul just makes sure his kid self has something to hide in bc "nobody wants to look at that" 2/10

Jade - Knows What He's Doing, and he's going to treat his kid self as gently as possible because he knows what's coming for him in later years :) 10/10

Floyd - Does fine until the kid cries and then pawns his kid self off to Jade 6/10

SCARABIA

Kalim - He's a big brother, but he's not big brother, you know? He likes to make sure the kid has fun and feels safe but he forgets to take breaks and give him water and oh god now he's on a magic carpet bc child self has to go to the bathroom and they're on the WRONG side of the dorm. Very caring, very loving, a little airheaded. If he takes his attention off him he wanders off. Jamil usually has to step in, but neither of them want him to. 7/10

Jamil - In a similar boat to Leona, but instead of leaving his kid self to someone else, he ends up going off campus with his kid self and lets him beat him in races/video games/ dance offs/ etc. so he can feel like he's the best at something for once. They end up cooking together, and honestly it heals adult Jamil a lot too 10/10

POMEFIORE

Vil - Carries a bit of contempt as well as admiration for his younger self. There is a part of him that wishes things had gone differently. Vil likely ends up keeping his kid self in his room all day, but while they're in there, they do all the things Vil remembers wishing he could do, like throwing a tantrum, finally having his feelings about Neige be validated, making a mess, eating whatever he wants, etc. etc. It's just it takes half the day for him to get to that point, before there's a break through it's almost pure ice on adult Vil's side with his kid self just sitting on the bed. 6/10

Rook - Doesn't want anything to do with his kid self, knows his kid self is self sufficient, tells him to not talk to anyone and leaves him alone. ???/10

Epel - Epel uses his kid self as an excuse to go get messy and dirty and play all day. He WILL blame his kid self for any accidents that may occur inside of Pomefiore. Kid self finds it unfair but funny, but can be bought back with some apple slices with caramel. It's a lot of fun, but a lot of clean up. 8/10

IGNIHYDE

Idia - Blames his younger self for the whole ||Ortho|| thing and uh. Would probably lock him out of his room. Ignores/pretends he doesn't exist. Kid Idia seeing ||Ortho "alive"|| would probably have him breaking down. 0/10

Ortho - .....

DIASOMNIA

Malleus - Can't handle his kid self as much as he insists that he can. Probably does something that accidentally triggers himself (both versions) and Lilia has to take over before there's a major melt down. They do have ice cream together after. 5/10

Lilia + Silver - I'm Waiting, Sorry

Sebek - Doesn't want to take care of his kid self. At first he thinks it's cool but then his kid self is biting everything, asking so many questions, getting close to Malleus without permission, showing off his adorable baby side, and kinda hates big Sebek purely because he has magic "already". (Sebek was canonically a 'late bloomer' with magic). He gets Too Stressed and then also gets more pissed off when Silver seems to do a better job baby sitting, but Lilia runs intervention. uhh. 3/10

hhhhhhhhhh bye Tag list: @fluffle-writes @my-cursed-brain

[skzdust]

Can I request a Han fic where the reader is an idol under JYP who also happens to be Chan's little sister?

I thought I wouldn't have much time to write recently but I LOVED this idea so I worked on it last night and today on my lunch break and I finished it!

This was such a fun one to work on, thanks for the request and I really hope you like it!

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Intimate

Summary: You went to your brother Chan's place crying, but you found his roommate Han Jisung instead.

Pairing: Han Jisung x fem!idol!reader

Word count: 1k

Taglist: @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345

Includes: fluff, hurt/comfort, pie as a comfort food, cuddles, sharing a bed (sfw)

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!

Masterlist

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You knocked on the door and stepped back, shuffling your feet on the hallway carpet.

You’d been hoping it’d be your brother Chan who opened the door, but you weren’t so lucky. It was Han Jisung, who’d always been mostly nice but teasing to you. You didn’t need teasing right now.

“Y/n! Are you looking for Chan—oh, what’s wrong?” His voice was colored with worry as he saw the tear tracks on your face.

“Yeah.” You mumbled, pushing past him and walking into the living room to flop face-first on the couch.

“I think he’s in the studio right now.”

“It’s four in the morning.” You mumbled. “Why is he in the studio?”

“Dunno.” You heard one of the chairs in the room squeak slightly as Jisung sat down. “He does that sometimes, especially when he can’t sleep. He goes and works on music.”

“Mph.” You groaned. You could understand that, you did the same, writing songs for your group in the dead of night. You’d been hoping to wake Chan up, though, not miss him entirely.

“Is there… do you want to talk about it?” Jisung asked hesitantly, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

You considered for a moment, worried Jisung might make fun of you if you told him the truth.

If he does tease me, I can just leave and text Chan. You reassured yourself.

You tilt your head sideways so you’re not talking into the pillow. “I totally messed up in practice for this music video last night and I’m worried I’ll be dropped or something. We’re about to debut, and we have to be, like… perfect.”

Jisung hummed thoughtfully. “And that was last night? Your debut is set for… less than a month, right?”

“Three weeks and four days.”

“Been thinking about it?”

You sighed. “Yeah.”

“I get it. It’s terrifying.”

You looked up at him over your shoulder. “Not going to poke fun at me?”

Jisung tilted his head, confused. “No? You’re crying. You know, I only do that when I’m joking around. I never mean it genuinely.”

“It still hurts sometimes.” You sat up, hugging the pillow.

“I’m sorry.” Jisung cleared his throat. “I guess… I go too far sometimes.”

You nodded, new tears forming in your eyes. “I appreciate that.”

“Oh, did I say something wrong?” He leaned towards you.

You sniffed. “No, I’m just… emotional, I guess.”

“Here, I have a solution.” Jisung stood up and walked into the kitchen. You watched him go, curious. You heard the fridge open and close, and he walked back in with a plate of pie and a fork.

“Oh, that’s my favorite kind.” You smiled.

“Yeah. I remembered you mentioning it a little bit ago and I thought I’d give it a try.” Jisung shrugged, holding the plate out to you. “It was pretty good, but I got a lot, and I had some extra.”

You took the pie and took a bite. It was delicious, comforting, and exactly what you needed. “Thank you.” You said, your mouth full.

He laughed, and you were suddenly struck by how cute he was when he was genuinely happy.

Although I’ve always kind of found him attractive…

“I’m glad you’re liking it.” He sat back down and held out his hand. “Here, let me have a bite.”

You held out the plate. “Should you… new fork?”

“I don’t care.” He took it. “Do you?”

“No.” You said, your face heating up.

“You’re all red!” Jisung grinned. “You do care!”

“Whatever.” You mumbled, unable to hold back your smile.

He took a bite, then gave the plate to you. You broke off a piece of the pie with the fork, hesitated for a moment, then took the bite. You handed it back to him, and he had another bite, too.

It felt intimate.

When the pie was finished, Jisung set the plate down on the coffee table. “Did that help?”

“Yeah.” You leaned back. “Why are you still up, anyway?”

He pointed to the TV, where a show was paused. “I couldn’t sleep, either.”

“Is something up?”

He didn’t look at you. “No.”

“I told you mine.”

He sighed. “I guess I’m in a similar boat to you. I’m really struggling with some choreography, and I think Minho is annoyed with me at this point.”

“Yeah, I definitely understand that.” You nodded. “But if you want to get good at the choreo, you should probably get some sleep, you’re not gonna be able to dance tomorrow if you’re exhausted.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Says you.”

“I don’t want to go back to my place.” You said softly. “One of my roommates was mad at me about… tonight.”

“Sleep here, then.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” You shook your head. “I don’t like couches, I’ll be brave and go home and lay in bed or something.”

Jisung thought for a moment. “I have an idea, if you’re up for it.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Shoot.”

“We could both sleep in my bed. Maybe having someone else close would help.”

The part of you that had a crush on Jisung went wild.

“Sure, that sounds nice.” You smiled.

“Nice.” He stood up. “C’mon.”

You followed him down the hall and to his room, which you’d never been in before. It was a little messy, but you could tell he was organized. His bed was mussed up, like he’d been tossing and turning. Given what he’d told you, he probably had been.

He pulled back the covers and motioned for you to get in. “Get comfy.”

You did so, getting into the bed and pulling the comforter over yourself. You were suddenly exhausted, and you struggled to keep your eyes open. The bed dipped when Jisung got in.

You got an idea. “Jisung?”

“Hm?”

“Can we, um, cuddle? I’m just feeling a bit lonely, and I think it’d be nice, and I… I dunno, we don’t have to.” You rambled.

“‘Course we can.” Jisung opened his arms, and you scooted into them.

He was warm, and solid, and comforting, and safe.

Intimate.

You felt content for the first time since your disastrous practice as you cuddled into his chest.

“Chan might kill me.” He muttered, his embrace tightening a bit.

“No, he won’t.” You closed your eyes. “Chan’ll be fine.”

“Even if he did, it would be worth it.” He said with a soft laugh.

That was the last thing you heard before you fell into sleep.

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

DARK!Aemond x servant reader

Aemond keeps you as his servant and summons you to his chambers...

Warnings: oral sex, smut, power abuse, fucking, blood, blackmail, loss of virginity and vaginal sex and more unholy things. Enjoy

I don't throw around the word dark lightly he's insane.

As always

Do not like

DO NOT READ

The rest of the day passes without any incidents. Despite Aemond making your body bloody and bruised and spent and tortured you can manage to kneel still and scrub tiles. This time you'll do it in the great hall, the one with the beautiful staircase. You always wonder how many people used that staircase. How many Kings and Queens and princes and princesses walked on it before you. 

You still think back of the secret passagway where the prince took you in.

Scrubbing tiles is hard and primitive work but it offers you a nice quiet mind. It distracts you to clean the dirt away, not worrying about any certain one-eyed princes or their whims. You put the bucket closer to where you are cleaning now. The daylight begins to fade as you scrub the massive hall. 

Sometimes you stop when people use the hall. Most people that walk by are soldiers or guards, entrusted with the safety of the Red Keep. The majority of the guards has respect for you and walks around where you just cleaned, to avoid making a new mess for you to clean. 

One lady also passed by, followed by a small arsanal of guards and ladies in waiting. You could just spot the back of her green dress as she went to the left wing. Queen Alicent, your mind somehow knows it for certain.

There is one more surprise awaiting you. You have just put your brush in your bucket and just sit on the cold refreshing clean tiles. You would drop and lay down for a bit if you weren't certain you'd fell asleep instantly. 

One voice suddenly rings out. “Come, on come! Try to beat me then! First one who makes it to the library gets to drink!” you don't recongize the voice but the person it belongs to you do know him. He has short silver blonde hair with a boyish smirk and shorter legs than his brother as he rushes up the stairs. Prince Aegon. Aemond's older brother.

You aren't that worried at first. Prince Aegon is not your concern, in truth. He hasn't acknowledged you at all. You are a ghost to him. Aemond warned you he rapes but so far, Aegon hasn't been cruel enough to notice you. You assume he might have a different taste than his brother. 

But when you hear a voice call back your hands tremble and your hairs raise. “Perhaps we can discuss a more appropriate reward? I don't like drinking but I'd love to have you attend my studies for a week. Hearing you butcher your valyrian…its just too hilarious to pass on.” Prince Aemond finishes with a cruel chuckle as his brother becomes red with fury clearly mad that his brother would bring this senstive issue up.

You don't pay attention very well to your own, and accidently kick over your own bucket, causing it to roll down the stairs with loud, unbearable and obvious bangs. You somehow make yourself even smaller when both princes finally spot you clearly eavesdropping on them. You stand and make a clumsy attempt at a curtsy. Aegon is fine with this.

Aemond storms over, skipping two steps at once. You back away, terrified. The memory of his grip too fresh in your mind as well as how it felt to have his cock inside of you, pentrating and fucking you. “You truly are a pathetic creature. You think that we tolerate eavesdropping?” 

Your jaw locks and all answers are drained from your brain. Aemond stares at your chest, clearly recalling how good your breasts looked when he had them in front of him. “We could have you beheaded for this. High treason.” He says calmly. You panic.

You beg for your life. “I meant no offense, my princes, your highnesses, please! I am just a stupid dumb girl who can't even clean the floors properly. Please, forgive me.” Aegon does look up at that, intrigued why you are so scared of him. Aemond on the other hand, he remains standing in front of you, above you with a pleased smirk on his lips. Aemond reaches out to grab your apron. He lifts it, staring smugly at the blood spot you've covered so poorly. He makes eye contact and you can see he is pleased to see you suffered so harshly since last night. He takes pride in seeing you bleed and your body reacts to his.

He puts it down subtly before Aegon can see it, however. “You are excused, Kitchen slut. Go bother someone else with your useless presence.” 

You collect the bucket and the brush and leave instantly, shaking all the way to the servants quarters. You push open the doors with great effort and put the bucket away as well as your brush. Your hands shake and there are clear signs that you had clutched that brush too hard.

Amagora is just in the process of scolding two maids for messing up a order for a Lord. When she sees how shaken you are she goes to you instead. “And?” She asks, tilting her head slightly but her expression remains serious. You nervously  smile. She dismisses the girls with a wave of her hand.

“I did it. I cleaned the floors and the staircase.” You say, summarising it. You don't try to think of the wet staircase and the many people that could injure themselves because of it. “There was a accident however and I am so sorry but the bucket was dropped don't fire me please!” you beg almost in tears. “The princes were there and-”

She shrugs, shutting you up easily with a wave of her hand. “You can sit in your room for now. You have a task tonight. You can prove yourself again.” She never has been that careless before. You are wary. What task? 

Yet you do as you are told. You take a nap. When you wake up, Amagora is just about to fetch you. She smirks when she leads you to the kitchen. 

She presents you a familiar tray with a teapot, a cup, a plate of potatoes and a freshly cooked pig.  “You'll be serving the prince’s dinner tonight.” She says, waiting for you to accept the tray. She wants you to go to him. Again.

You can't. “Doesn't anyone else want to serve him?” you ask, unable to meet her eye. “I am beneath this honour.” you add, trying to lie your way out of it.

“He asked for you specifically.” She says with a big grin. “Off you go, girl.”

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The rooms of Aemond are quiet.

He isn't present yet.

You put the food on the table and prepare to leave. Until you hear a voice from the bathroom. “I know it's you. Get in here. Now.” You look around, panicking. How does he know it's you? You remain where you are thinking of all possible answers to that question.

“Do not make me come fetch you. You have ten seconds. Ten, Nine, eight…” You decide to enter the bathroom afraid he'll make it painful if you dont.

He lays in the porcelain tub, his eyepatch of as well as his clothes. Your eyes focus on his hair to avoid staring at his scarred eye and his naked body. You make a curtsy. “Your dinner has been served.” He chuckles as if you said something funny. He looks you up and down undressing you with his eye.

“Come closer.” He says instead of getting ready to go to his food. You obey hesitantly. “You and I will play a fun game tonight. It'll be fun for you if you obey me well.” He tells you when you are within his grasp. Your chin is grabbed and he tilts it so you are met with his cock, hiding in the water. 

“The dinner it's getting cold-” You protest again as the prince begins to untie your apron. You are turned around and squeezed in your butt as he lets out a long laugh.

He moans too softly, almost grunting in desire. “Fear looks ravishing on you. When I saw you tense up as you heard my voice, I wish I could yank your servant gown up and just fuck you on the stairs.” He paints an uneasy picture. You are glad he kept this desire inside of him for tonight.

“I deserve more than that.” you blurt out unexpectedly. You surprise him and yourself by that. Aemond leans back, glaring at you.

“All you deserve, slut,  is my cock fucking that cunt of yours time after time after time. Speaking of your cunny. Show me how it's looking after these days.” He waits for you to undress.

Your hands shake as you begin to undress yourself in front of the prince. You pull your dress over your head so only your small clothes remain. Aemond begins to grin when he sees that. “Good girl. Nice and slow.” You push it all down so he may look at you properly. When you are finished, his left hand goes into the water. You watched in shock as it wraps around the cock of the prince. He finds your innocence adorable. “Never saw a man pleasure himself? You are right. I have you within my grasp. You'll pleasure me. Now.” He adds making his voice a command.

You shyly offer him your hand which he pushes inside the warm water, quickly wrapping it around his own cock. He moves your hand up and down around the unfamilair flesh as you try your best to remain standing and to avoid protesting.

“Not too fast or too rough, bastard. It's a sensitive organ. You need to treat it with kindness and love.” He tells you when he is done helping you. You rub the prince off for him. Aemond lets out a gentle little sigh of delight. He stands up, and you back away afraid of the cock hitting you in your face.

“Dry me off.” He says next, stepping out of the tub. His Length is furiously red and swollen. It looks angry in a way.

“You're…” You can't find words as you stare at him.

He smiles, coming closer.

“Yes. What will you do about it? Your King is erected because of your wicked deeds. How will you apologize to me?” Apologize? You don't know.

“I am sorry for causing this.” you say. “Please do not hurt me.” You add afraid. He chuckles amused.

He rubs His lenght.  “Give it a kiss.” You hesitate. As far as you know it has been inside of you. Wouldn't that be inappropriate? “Don't be prudish. It's been washed.” He adds. You nod to yourself, bending your head between his legs. You leave a soft kiss on the cock. Aemond growls.

You come closer, watching your step and your distance. He chuckles. “You look as terrified as you were  when I first fucked your cunny.” He recalls, smiling at the memory. 

“Your dinner is served, my king.” you repeat again afraid as he grabs you. Your cunt clenches with arousal and you know he can tell you are needy for him.

He smiles. “it was all but a little trick to get you here. A wicked little plot to get your bastard ass within my presence again.” He rubs your naked back, feeling your butt and breasts as well.  “Is that blood on your dress?” He asks as he notices your uniform laying at your feet.

It is. Your maidenhead. All your innocence. Your final value.  “It's from the first night. When you…” You think back of the cock ravishing you time after time and how he fucked you. How you were pressed into a pillow with your head to silence your screams as he raided you time after time.

“Ah.” the prince comments, with an smug Smile. “It's precious to me when a lady bleeds after I fucked her. You know why?” You shake your head worried for the answer. It sounds almost psychotic.

He continues. “It means no other cock has entered you before. It means you were untouched before. I ruined you. I took your innocence and devoured you, and your maiden cunny.” He asked before if you were a maiden. He knows you were.

Aemond sees your mood change. “I want to have your cunny again. But this time, you'll do what I hired you for. Do you understand me? You'll put in effort and work or else you have seen the last of my gold and this castle.” He says. “Come, you know the way to my bedchambr by now.” He says.

You try to put your clothing back on. Aemond slaps your hand, stopping you as you flinch.  “Don't bother with that. You'll remain naked.”

You don't understand. What if you are called back or worse seen? What if something happens and you need to flee?

“What if I am caught or called back?”

The prince softly scoffs, sighing deeply when wettening his finger with his mouth. Once he is done, he brings the finger to your mouth and caresses your lips. He grins, leaning in closer. “You pretty little dumb cunt.” He smirks, fingering you easily between your legs with his other hand. You gasp wordlessly. “Your mistress knows of our dirty agreement. She knows you'll spend your time on your knees here, sucking my cock and licking my balls and being taken as a slave from behind.”

You are shocked. You need the finger away so you can think. You try to subtly walk away but Aemond traps you, now shoving the finger up as high as he can, pentrating you when moving his finger as a punishment, giving you a rough fucking as you stand, receiving the pleasure with shock and tears and delight. “She knows?” you manage to croak out. He nods.

He continues penetrating you.

“She's pleased with the development. You'll learn to be a even better servant. Like i told you before: I have little patience for kitchen sluts.” He did say that before.

Aemond drags you to the bed, closing the door of his bedchamber. He closes the door and even locks it so you can't escape. The key is put around his Neck for safekeeping. “Spread, whore. Spread.” He says to you. You obey, sitting obediently on the bed before laying down. Aemond scoffs, dragging you up by your hair as you scream. To silence you, he slams his hand over your mouth. You are forced to breathe through your nose and calm down that way.

He lies beside you. You await him to top you and to take you. But he only grins, rubbing his cock. “Lay here. You'll do the dirty work now, slut. You'll make me come.” He says confidently. You slowly crawl on his body. Its all alien and and unfamilair. You aren't Sure how to make him come.

You experiment. You greedily buck your hips hoping he'd approve of it. Aemond needs to stop you. “You'll only hurt yourself this way, little cumslut. Come. Let me lick that cunny of yours.” He bends you on your knees, licking your cunt without any warning or ceremony. You twist a bit, enjoying it a little too much when his tongue licks and hydrates your cunt. 

He smirks pleased. “Now, again.” 

You climb on the prince again. You position yourself and begin gently with bucking your hips, trying to find the pleasure you are both after. Aemond groans when you begin to suck his chest, your tongue slowly making its way to his cock. When you get there you take a big breath of air and suck the wetted cock, tasting your own juice on it. You lower your eyes but lift your head staring the prince down as you suck his cock for him. Aemond's cock erects in your mouth as he softly groans. You leave dozens little kisses over his cock and his balls, tasting salt and seed that isn't quite ready yet. 

You try to buck again, finding the cock easier as it slips inside of you with perfect ease this time. You Shiver and moan softly as the cock hits all the way back inside of you and you need a moment to prepare. Then you rock your hips to his own, taking his cock. Aemond grins as you discover and explorer away at his cock, taking first little innocent short hops but later deep, rough and long penetrations. You throw your head in your Neck, crying out as he hushes you, gently fucking you on the cock. “Not too greedy. You'll be punished otherwise.” He warns. 

You wonder how.

You want to be punished.

Some Dark part of you wants it.

No needs it.

So you do exactly as he does not want it.

He spanks your butt.

Your body has the worst reaction to it. You yelp in pleasure as you spasm on the cock, feeling yourself release a moan. 

“Fucked as a whore. Its all you are good for.” The prince growls. You pant eagerly, nodding in agreement. He laughs and Lines himself up at your cunt. You feel the flesh tease and toy by slowly entering but not entering deep enough to give pleasure. You cry out hungrily and buck your hips in a desperate attempt to take his cock regardless.

You cry out. “My king! My King please!” Aemond brings his dripping cock to your lips smearing pre cum on your lips. You taste it and eagerly lick it off when he watches. “My king…” you whimper pathetically.

Aemond growls in arousal. “Tell me how good my seed is after you tasted it.” He says crossing his arms. You understand there will be no pleasure until you've tasted the unfamilair substance.

You lick it off your own lips the salt taste overwhelming you. “mhm. Yum.”

He Grows in arousal flipping you on your knees. Bliss and joy full you. “Show your King how well you can obey. Be silent, slut. Your cries attract unwanted attention.” He says, covering your mouth. Your eyes go big at those words. You hadn't considered that at all. Aemond waits for the cum to drip on your lips again, smearing it out over your lips once more. He extends his finger and forces you to suck on it. 

You do as you are told.

Aemond's breath betrays his needs and desires. You feel lightheaded and brave. You aren't sure why. You are stuck with a dangerous man. But somehow you have the power. You do. You close your eyes and go back to his cock with your mouth, gently licking off his balls. “I am yours, my king.” you declare.

Aemond lets out a ungodly growl and yanks you up by your hair, spanking your butt so roughly with his hands that you are sure his handprint can be seen on both cheeks. He keeps holding your hair tightly as a way to control you when he forces you to kneel as a cow in a meadow. And just as if you are some pathetic livestock that belongs to him and only him, Aemond at long last forces his hips against your butt, bends you and finally gives your cunny a good fucking. You cry out in approval. Aemond needs to cover your own mouth so that the cries remain within limits. 

You shudder and shake as he fucks away at your cunt his hips slamming and his ragged breath thundering in your ear. You let out a pathetic soft cry and lower your head as his grip on your hair briefly loses. “You'll do much better than your first time, little bastard. You were made for this.” He says, praising you. That surprises you. 

He is using you the way one would squeeze out a orange. He just squeezes and squeezes until there's not one drop left to use. Your hands are not for you to use as Aemond made clear by putting them on your back. And you'd risk a spanking by disobeying. your heart skips a beat just by the thought of feeling his ire and disapproval again. Just his big hand smacking your naked butt as you cry and shake, your arousal growing.

As Aemond pounds away at your cunt, not giving a damn about formalities or gentleness, you are hit with waves of pleasures that take you higher and higher each time. he seems to notice this and slows his strikes, before taking you unexpectedly and hard. It's enough to shatter you and to send you into bliss. You come. You wet his cock when riding out your orgasm, your body held by the prince who does the same. He hasn't finished yet.

He smirks as you lay down on the bed. “Tired already? Tks.” He sits you back up. “Again, slut. Let me have you.” He growls before finding your cunt with his cock again. A new bit of pleasure breaks free as you pant, 

You are a sobbing mess as Aemond moves his cock inside again. “My king, please my king, your grace, mercy. There's only so much I can take.” 

“You'll take my seed, little slut. You'll take it and you'll likely come regardless. I know you are spent and tired and defiled and worthless now but you'll make me happy. Its what a good subject does. So, back on your knees, and legs wide so I can fuck you as a hound.” He comments with a disturbed laugh. You obey tears stinging as he feels your bleeding and wet cunt. Its been too much. He softly messages it at first giving it love and attention. Just enough to let your guard down. Than he attacks furiously taking you so hard that there's a cry escaping from your lips. A moan too.

“I know little bastard. you'll come when i want you to. You'll wait this time.” Prince Aemond smirks whispering in your ear. 

“My king, your grace please…” You beg, out of options. He rubs away your salty tears. “Please your grace, let me finish. I beg of you.” you whisper.

“Pathetic little slut. I bet if I called in my brother and the King's guard we would pass you as a whore and you'd have no complaints, would you?” You would. One man is bad enough. 

“I would complain. One man…Is all i can handle.” you admit softly speaking. He rises his brows but doesn't comment on it, instead smirks very pleased and smugly. He likes your answer.

“Too right. And I wouldn't share you with anyone. You're mine. You understand, don't you?” He asks, just to clarify. You nod.

“Yes, your grace, I Do.” You wonder who else he even thinks of. There's no one else who ever shown a bit of interest in you. Maybe that's why the prince is so exhilarating and special. Finally, you are Noticed. And by a prince of all people. It sounds as a fairytale.

“Clever girl. Because if you were to, I don't know, try to escape me by forcing someone else into a marriage, I'd track you down and behead whatever man you roped into the marriage. Squeeze his eyes out too and make lovely earrings for you from it.” You wouldn't want those earrings. You wouldn't want anything of it. You had hoped he might if the time and opportunity came, would have let you go. You are a servant. You can't become his wife anyway. This had to end one day.

Aemond takes you tighter and rougher clearly arousing himself by the image of you being his as you allow him to fuck you from behind. You don't understand why Aemond does it this way. “A man fucks a woman usually on her stomach. You know?” He says between grunts. You give a nod.

He pulls your hair again, lifting your head and feeling your throat as he wraps his hands around it, cock still half buried inside of you. “A husband fucks his wife like that. But you aren't my wife. So I fuck you as I like. And I like it, to fuck as a conquerer.” He forces your head down roughly and spreads your legs, meeting your behind as he forces the cock back inside of your warm cunny. You cry out softly, panting with your own desire.

You need it. Aemond can tell and read you all too well. He slows, torturing you. You twist and turn under him, anything to get his cock to move as much as an inch. He remains where he is, stubborn. “Beg, little Pet. Beg for me.” He hisses. You don't respond at first, your pride getting in the way. Aemond told you this isn't how love is supposed to be made. 

He dislikes your silence, smacking your butt with brute barbaric force as your head is pushed in a pillow to silence your cries. “Beg!” He growls. You lift your head.

“Please, my king.” You try your best to sound as pathetic as possible.

He takes and takes and takes. You slowly tire as he still takes out his agression and frustration on you, taking you indeed as a conquerer. That's how you feel. Conquered from your toes until your head. You feel his and his alone. You feel a numb almost pleasant emptines. He rolls His hips and you can hear his skin slamming against yours. Once again your cunt is invaded and you hear his breathy moans. You hear him prepare himself and brace yourself. You close your eyes and wait.

He takes you from behind with a posessive and painful grip, fucking you deliciously painfully. Your cunt sings in delight as he finally rains his seed down inside of you, and you can't help but sigh of relief. He fills your cunt, stuffing you properly. When that is finally done, he gets out. 

You enjoyed it more than the other two times. You especially enjoyed some parts you didn't expect to. The fucking itself. And the stuffing. You enjoyed feeling his warmth and hearing his grunts as he used you as some glorified whore to put his seed in. You enjoyed being filled. You feel guilty and sinful.

How can you enjoy being savaged by such a beast?

The prince leaves his bedchamber, leaving you behind alone and naked. You hear his footsteps and soon a door opens. You hear his hushed voice and the voice of someone else. You sit up, distraught. Could he have gotten someone to punish you? Or someone else to touch you? He warned you prince Aegon is a raper. What if he brought Aegon here to teach you a lesson about obedience?

You Shiver and shake, quickly quivering ad you try to stop the doom forming in your head. After a long torturous silence, Prince Aemond finally returns with a silver cup in his hands with a lid. He smirks when he sees your relieved face. “Just another useless servant.” He tells you with a smirk as he puts the silver cup down on the nightstand near you and his bed. “You lot are not the brightest. Especially you. You didn't even knew what I was after until my cock had already fucked your cunny. Tell me. Are you truly that stupid? Or is it some act to appease me?” You know the truth. You are truly that stupid. You truly trusted him and thought he would protect you from Aegon. You are truly dumb. 

"You're a dumb little cunt." Aemond whispers, eager for you to repeat after him and to humiliate yourself for him.

“I'm a dumb little cunt.” you repeat whispering. It hurts your feelings. Aemond sinks back on the bed in pleasure grinning at you. You know he's not happy. So you repeat the phrase again.

Tears begin to fall. He at last allows you to stop uttering the phrase. “Yes, you are a dumb little cunt.” He says, agreeing with you. He reaches out to feel your stomach. “You might be carrying my child now. You think my family or my sister is going to let you have another challenger to her throne? She'll cut you open from belly to throat and rip your child out of your womb.”

You knew it could happen eventually…

But that it happened so fast.

So quickly.

Its too much. All too much. He rubs your back, soothing you when he hushes your cries. “Not to worry. You were a dumb little cunt, letting yourself get fucked as a little greedy slut. But I've got the solution.” 

You don't like it. He presents the tea. "One cup of this and all our worries are gone again. It's not the best tea I've heard but it'll do the job." You take a sip, instantly spitting it out. It's disgusting. It tastes somehow like horses smell.

Prince Aemond needs to force it down your throat while holding you as you try to stop from drowning by his hand. When the disgusting tea has finally filled your stomach, you almost instantly double over, clutching it. Something is wrong.

“Bloodloss and nausea are common side affects. You will be given a fresh apron and dress tomorrow.” He says with a shrug, putting your dress with the bloodstain under his bed.

“How do you expect me to work after this week?” you say offended.

He chuckles. You then realise that Aemond never worked a day in his life. He doesn't understand how demanding it is. He doesn't understand anything. “You lazy little slut. You think I allow you to slack off anymore than you already did? My desires and wants come first, yes, but your job remains your job. You will remain scrubbing on your knees and having your hands pecked by chickens. You will continue to burn meals and trip on stairs and cut yourself on silverware.”

“Your coin will be given after I've been personally informed by your mistress that you have been a good obedient girl.” He adds with a smirk. You don't believe he's serious. Until you realize that he is.

“She hates me! She'll never be happy. You can't do this. We had a agreement. She'll never ever accept my work as good, I'll never get the coin.” You rage. This was not the agreement.

Aemond grabs you by your hair again to warn you. “You mistake me for that whore of a sister of yours that you can yell at. As much as I like it when you lick my balls, I don't need to allow you to keep your tongue. Your cunt is just as good to lose my seed in.” The fact that he calls her a whore hurts you. She was raped by a man and not whoring herself. She never wanted it or her child.

He finally calms down, smiling as you cry in anger and fear. “You will come to my bed chamber again, tomorrow night, just because you had the audacity to speak when you aren't allowed to. I will personally bend you back into submission and fuck you senseless when we are at it.” He cups your breasts, smelling your scent. “Don't worry too much. You are going to love what I inflict on you anyway.’ he leans in and licks away your tears from your face.

A/n

Oh he's a weird one. A real disturbed mf

The end for now.

[sanguineterrain]

hii i love your work and wanted to send a request in :)

can you do “you’re just going to leave me here?!” and “i’m gonna come back for you , do you hear me?” for jason and reader? 💛

maybe they’re on a date and there’s a robbery nearby or a villain crashes a gala they are attending? also maybe the reader knows he’s red hood? or it’s early in their relationship that he hasn’t told them yet? idk if that makes sense, but if you pick this up i can’t wait to see where you take it! 💛

OH IT'S EMOTIONAL ANGST TIME! hurt no comfort 😈 thanks for requesting nonnie 🥰

jason todd x gn!reader | tw: angst, reader feels hurt, lying to protect a superhero identity (is red hood a hero? he is to ME.) i may write a pt 2 to this if there's interest 😎

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Jason checks his phone for the fourth time tonight. You haven't even received your entrees yet.

"Everything okay?" you ask lightly.

Jason looks up, eyes wide. "Oh. Yes. Sorry, baby. Sorry."

You nod, trying to smile. "It's okay."

He puts his phone in his pocket. You try to relax and focus on your date. This place is upscale, much pricier than you're used to, but Jason had insisted. He'd said he hadn't been doing his due diligence of being your boyfriend and should take you out on more "proper" dates. You'd told him that was silly, of course; you'd be content to go anywhere with him.

But he's been acutely distracted these past few weeks, and you're starting to form terrible explanations in your head for why that might be.

You try to ignore it. You just want to spend time with your boyfriend; it's been so long.

"Oh my God, guess what happened at work today," you say.

Jason leans in, smiling. "Tell me. Was it Peggy from Marketing again?"

"Yes!" You laugh, shaking your head. "She's such a pain. I was in my cubicle when—"

Jason's watch starts to blare, the beep shrill and insistent. He curses and quickly taps at the screen. You slump back in your chair.

"Shit," he says and looks up at you.

You suddenly feel exhausted.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," Jason begins, rising from his chair. "God, fuck—you have no idea how sorry I am. It's my family, they—something's happened with my brother. He needs my help, unfortunately."

"So you're just going to leave me here?" you ask, mouth dropping open in shock. "Jay, we planned tonight two weeks ago!"

He winces. "I know. Fuck, I know, sweetheart. I'm so, so sorry. I'm gonna come back for you, okay? It'll be an hour, tops. Look, order anything you want. I'll leave my card, it's on me—"

You shake your head and stand. "No, Jason. I'm—look, I know your family is important to you, but you've done this a lot this past month, and it's not just hurtful, but it's starting to feel a little intentional. I don't know if I'm some kind of placeholder or, or—"

"Hey, no, no. You're not a placeholder. Please don't say that," Jason begs, reaching for your hand.

You keep your hand out of reach, eyes beginning to heat up.

"I'm going home," you say. "I hope your brother's okay."

"Sweetheart, please, come on. I don't wanna fight."

"Me neither," you say tiredly. "So we won't. Good night, Jason."

His watch beeps again, this time with a phone call. You walk out. It's a nicer part of Gotham, so getting a cab here isn't a problem.

Jason catches up to you instantly. He looks terrified, and it breaks your heart, but you don't have the energy tonight.

"Can I–can I call you tonight?" he asks, voice cracking.

A cab pulls up to the curb. The valet opens the door for you. Jason takes a step forward.

"I'd rather you didn't," you say quietly. "I need some time to myself, Jay."

Jason takes a step back.

"I'm sorry," he says again, desperate.

You sigh. "I know you are."

You get into the car. The valet closes the door. Jason watches you through the window, tugging at his curls like he does when he's stressed.

That night, your bed feels cold. You toss and turn for hours, trying to shake the feeling of a phantom arm snaked around your waist.

Jason doesn't call, like you'd requested. You cry anyway.

[wooobuddyletsgetnasty]

maybe I have some Benedict Bridgerton girlies on here maybe not but I have to get this off my chest with the new season because the man looks good. And don’t think for ONE second that this is anything but self-indulgent.

there is ofc slight porn in here bc WHO DO YOU THINK I AM???

you’ve received your warning, come closer if you dare.

maybe something along the lines of Benedict being a best friend of your older brother, something along the lines of a staple in your household, someone you have grown far too used to seeing.

he is nigh a few summers your senior but still further progressed enough that they hardly allow you to play.

tragedy strikes on your year of three and ten, taking your mother and father, which leads you and your older brother, who is six and 10, to being sent to the countryside to stay until of age, until you are able to care for yourself.

—

it takes seven full summers for the two of you to make way back to the ton— on the eighth year, in the spring, you return— you make your debut with your brother heading the attempt to find a lawful man for you to wed.

that very same spring, you see Mr. Bridgerton again.. but he is different, as are you.

gone is the girl and in her place is a woman.

you are still bright-eyed, despite the tragedy— still quick witted and kind. but you are also different, ethereal— Benedict never realized how your smile lifts your cheeks, never realized how your brow furrows when you speak— Benedict sees you for the first time in years and it feels like he has really, finally seen you.

and he— he is a man now. taller than you remember, more filled out— stout. with strong hands and forearms you linger on longer than you should— something that proves the artist he is. but he is unchanged in mischief, in the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, in the way he tries to include you in conversation.

it is in the spring, the spring you return, when you realize— you love Benedict Bridgerton.

—

despite your realization, you note that Mr. Bridgerton will never see you as anything but his best friend’s younger sister. you are put out, saddened by it. but it does not stop you. you cannot, will not be your brother’s burden any longer.

it is then your discrete conversation, your inside jokes, and your admiration of Benedict’s art stops. you cannot be so close to a man if you expect to find a good husband, one that will care for you and make sure you are happy.

Benedict, Ben, will never love you and you are fine with that or at least you can pretend.

—

it does not take long for you to find a prospect, Lord Rothschild. he is kind to you— he listens when you speak, he does not treat you like you are lesser. you are content to marry him, happy even.

but it still feels like it is not enough.

his gaze does not burn through you— does not make you alive— it does not make you feel.

but you are fine— you convince yourself. you could be happy. you could learn to love him.

your engagement seems set in stone.

Lord Rothschild has asked your brother for your hand and you agree. your smile does not pull your cheeks in the way Benedict can make it— but the way your lips turn up when he tells you, it is enough for your brother to be content.

—

Benedict, Ben, he calls on you that very night— the very day your brother speaks with Lord Rothschild and there is something about him that seems urgent, terrified.

you speak to him quietly, your maid a shadow behind you, your gown sways in the light spring breeze, “what are you doing here?”

he pauses, hesitating in his answer, “I-I do not know, I do not know.”

you step closer, peering like someone might see you, “we cannot be seen— I am to be married— you cannot be here, Ben.”

he seems awed, struck in the same way he normally is by you, “i cannot tell you.. but i can show you.” you are rightfully confused but nod hesitantly, “alright, Ben. alright.”

“meet me at Bridgerton house in the early morn.”

you agree without question, hastily turning, nightgown ruffling with the movement, motioning your maid towards the door, “Bridgerton house. i will be there.”

—

you hold true and you come to Bridgerton house in the morn— but you do not end up staying there.

in a carriage surrounded by nothing but a stifling silence, you allow Ben to take you into town. your nerves are pooling in your stomach, making you feel ill— but something in his gaze makes you hold out.

when the carriage comes to a stop, Benedict leads you in a direction you are familiar with, and suddenly, he seems nervous to be standing in front of this building— you have seen it before and it does not help with your confusion.

it is his studio— a place you have spent far too much of your time in, wasting moments, talking about your favorite art piece of his, something abstract, something you do not understand but are happy to look at because he touched it.

“Ben.. what are we doing here?”

he swallows thickly, a nervous habit you have picked up on, “you will see.”

it does not quell your nerves.

—

the inside is different than what you have seen before. gone are the abstract arts and in their place is portraits— so many portraits.

you take a turn around, admiring the ones that are full of color, life. you admire the ones drawn hastily with dark lines and desperation. they are all beautifully done. you are awed by his talent, awed by how well done and intricate they seem.

it strikes you suddenly, quickly as you stare into one— those are all your eyes, your nose, your cheeks.

“Ben,” you pause, attempting to find the words, “are— are these all of me?”

you turn, looking at him with a look he has never seen before. Benedict swallows heavily, voice hesitant when he speaks, “yes, they are all of you.”

you turn back, a new admiration in your gaze, “you have painted me?”

you do not turn back when he speaks, “you are so beautiful, it is hard not to.”

you pause again on the one that seems desperate, the line of your brow drawn crudely, like he feared forgetting, “why me?”

there is a quiver in his voice, “even when i am unable to draw— to paint— i can still imagine you. i imagine you in perfect detail, every time. sometimes it’s only you, only you, i don’t even realize i am doing it— not until you, you with that enchanting smile, are looking back at me.”

your chest tightens, “Ben— please— please, explain what this means.”

there is a waver in your voice this time— echoing the same as his.

he answers steadily, a newfound confidence in his tone. Benedict moves, admiring his own art, “i have seen you millions of ways— millions of emotions,” with his next phrasing, he motions to a different art, art made by his hands, “contempt, sadness, anger, happiness..” his voice trails, “i have seen a million emotions in your face,” his lip quivers when he finally turns to face you, deep eyes turning tender, “and i have loved each of them.”

you shudder, emotion overtaking you, but you do not respond to him, instead allowing him to continue to speak, “i have loved each of them and i will continue to love them— each emotion, every passion— i will never, never finish loving them, loving you.”

you can hear nothing but your heartbeat— nothing but the sound of your ribcage rattling, “you— Ben— i cannot… i cannot do this. Lord Rothschild has asked for my hand. i am meant to be wed.. he will propose soon.”

you are rambling, almost trying to deny him— deny what you feel.

Benedict hardens but does not attempt to move closer to you, “you say you are to wed him,” he pauses, turning desperate, “but do you look at him the way you are looking at me?”

you do not recognize that you are looking at him any other way than normal, not until he quivers under your gaze, “stop. do not continue to look at me that way,” his voice drips with hardly there restraint, “do not— or i will ruin you.”

you break under his equal watch, hands going up in desperation, before landing equally at your side, “you, Benedict Bridgerton, have already ruined me. i cannot marry that man,” you cannot stop the absolute noise of desperation that falls from your lips, “i cannot marry that man— and it is because of you!”

he seems aghast at your words, “me? me!” he swaggers closer to you, some part of him sure that this is what you want and you answer by stepping in to his frame, confirming it is, “yes! you! you and your artworks, you and the way you are leering at me— you and just you, Benedict— you have ruined me. i have nothing left for anyone else,” you quiver, but do not deny yourself the satisfaction of finally admitting it, “i love you— i love you.”

it feels like a prayer— like a secret, like something you should not have shared. it is too late to retract— Benedict closes in on you, lips pressing against yours with an anguish you can taste.

—

it takes a moment of his lips pressing against yours before Benedict is pulling away, hands raising above his head, dark hair shaking with the move of his head, “tell me to stop— tell me to back away, please, please.”

you cannot— you will not. you refuse to deny yourself any longer, “no— Ben, Benedict— no.” when he turns away, you follow, making sure he can see you, see the emotion in your face, “you cannot do this— you cannot show me this and expect us to go back to normal.”

he finds himself unable to turn away from you, instead, he cradles you, hands cupping at the sides of your face in a way you can only describe as tender, and he whispers— he whispers in something you can only describe as salvation, “i love you.”

you answer in a kiss, one that makes him back you into a table, one that makes him lift you high, seating you on a table in the very place he paints— he paints you. his hands grip desperately at your skirts— he is temping you, nothing but sin reeking from every pore, “i love you.”

you squeal a noise unknown to you when he disappears under the fabrics, mouthing at the most sensitive parts of you like they are his supper, “wait! wait! what are you—“ you are cut off by a noise so depraved you do not recognize yourself, “oh! oh!”

you gather your own skirts in your hands, trying to take away burden from him but also trying to find something to grab— something to hold. you need it— need to focus on something other than his quick tongue— you need something to ground yourself against the onslaught of his mouth against the place only husbands are supposed to touch.

“Benedict,” you sound hazy, a feeling in your gut pooling in the way you have only felt your own touch make you, “something is happening!”

he hums against you, against your tender most spot, signaling he knows— he knows and it is supposed to feel like this, that it is supposed to happen this way.

you release your skirts, opting to instead grab at the dark hair on his head, pressing him against the part of you that feels the most— the part that tingles from the base of your spine to the tips of your toes, “oh! Ben! oh!”

you do not need to elaborate, he can tell— he knows, knows you are crumbling from his touch.

he pulls away from you, only when your noises turn in to almost discomfort.

he appears from under your skirts, grin happy and face wet. he watches you for only a moment.

Benedict watches the way your brow eases, worries quelled, watches the way your mouth opens in gasps— from him, because of him.

you heave for air, gasping and heaving and he pauses, taking in the way your face changes with each breath.

“i think i will paint you like this next,” you peer at him, him still lingering between your spread legs, his pretty face framed by the silky fabric of your dress, “but only if you will agree to be my wife.”

[chriss-slut]

reader and chris or matt get stuck in an elevator together?

"We're Stuck!!"

~ Matt Sturniolo X fem!reader ~

Synopsis: You and Matt get stuck in an elevator (wow rlly?)

Warnings: fluff, little panic attack, petnames

A/N: thank you for the request! it's not the best but i tried 😪

Me, Matt and his two triplet brothers had a veery long day today. Meetings all day, going to one side and to the other of the city, we even went shopping because Nick 'needed' a shirt... basically, we're exhausted!!

Chris and Nick went to talk with their manager quickly before leaving but me and Matt decided to leave the building already.

We enter the elevator and, suddenly, it stops mid-way.

"W-What happened??" Matt asks, looking around the elevator with a terrified look.

"Uh... I don't know..." I say, also looking around "I think it stops..."

Matt go over the door and starts trying to push it, already panicking.

"Matt... I don't think that's gonna help..." I say, also scared but trying to keep calm because I know Matt is extremely afraid of getting stuck in an elevator.

"I-It gotta help, it gotta help!" Matt says desperate as he keeps pushing the elevator door hardly. I go over him and grab his arm, pulling him away the door and closer to me

"Matt, please, calm down..." I say softly, trying to calm him down.

"How am I supposed to calm down, Y/N??? We're stuck!!" Matt says. I can see his hands trembling nervously.

I sigh "I know... Just- try to relax as much as you can..." I say and turn around, going over the buttons. I search for the emergency button and click it. Sirens being activated for the whole building.

"Babe, please... I-I can't go over this again..." I hear Matt say, his voice trembling duo to the tears falling off his eyes. I turn around and see him sitting on the floor, in the corner.

I step closer to Matt and crouch down in front of him "Matty, don't worry... it'll be fine, I promise!" I say quietly as I hold his hand with mine while I wipe his tears with the other.

"W-Why does this just happens to me...? W-Why am I so unlucky??" Matt says, starting to cry even more.

"Oh baby..." I say, leaning to hug him tightly. "It's a normal thing, it can happen to everyone... The guards are gonna rescue us, okay?" I say and rest my forehead against his, looking into his blue puffy eyes.

"W-What if the elevator falls...? I-I don't wanna die..." Matt speaks and cries even more, burying his face in my neck.

"It won't. We won't die, okay? Can you believe me??" I say, trying to reassure Matt, even though I'm scared shitless myself.

"I-I love you, Y/N... I love you so much, sweetheart..." Matt says, hugging me tighter than even, as if he's saying goodbye.

"I love you too, baby... but you don't need to say that, okay? We're gonna get out of here, i promise..." I kiss his cheek and, before we can say anything else, we hear a voice outside.

"Hey!? Is anyone there???" a stranger voice says.

I quickly pull away from Matt and go over the door. "Hey!!! Yes, we're here!!! Please, help!!"

"How many people are there?? We're gonna open the 4th floor door! Y'all are between the 4th and the 5th floor!" The stanger man says.

"There's just two. Okay! Thank you so much! And... hurry up! My boyfriend is having a panic attack!" I shout to the man.

"Alright! Tell your boyfriend that everything is fine! Hopefully, we don't need to move the elevator!" The man says and I look back to Matt, who is looking at me with a wet face.

Matt crawls to the door and shouts, his voice still shaky. "Please, hurry! I can't stay here anymore!" I reach my hand to rub his back reassuringly.

After a minute, we hear the elevator door, the outside one, opening. A dim light appearing in the little gap between the doors.

"Please, don't stay so close to the door!" The man says and we quickly step backwards to the back wall of the elevator. Matt is completely wrapped around me, his arms around my waist, his face onto my neck, his feet intertwined with mine.

After hearing a lot of noises, the door finally opens with a guard holding it. "C'mon! Let's get y'all out of here quickly!" The man says as he raises a hand, expecting us to hold.

I let Matt go first and he grabs the man's hand strongly. The man helps Matt goes to the floor below, going through a thin opening. Matt jumps into the floor and steps back, looking at me with reassure and fear expression. I then go after him and do the same thing.

Once i'm safe and sound, Matt quickly runs to hug me tightly, burying his face on the crook of my neck. "I-I can't believe we didn't die... I-I can't lose you..." Matt says, still shaking.

"Matt, it's alright!" I giggle softly "We weren't gonna die and we didn't!" I turn to the guard who saved us "Thank you so much, sir... as you can see, there were panic." I giggle softly as i point at Matt, who is still hugging me.

"Hey!" Matt says as he pulls away from me, crossing his arms and throwing a little tantrum. I laugh and slap his arm playfully. "Thank you, guard, you saved our lifes!" Matt says to the man, smiling.

"Don't worry! Have a good day!" He says and goes away.

Suddenly, Chris and Nick run over us. "Hey guys! What happened??" Chris says, with a coffee cup in hands.

"We got stuck in the elevator..." I say.

"What?? You're kidding! Oh my God, I'm so sorry... Matt, are you okay?" Nick says, now concerned.

"Yeah... I am now... Y/N helped me through it, I think i would die if I was alone..." Matt says and we all giggle.

"Okay, drama queen!" Nick says "C'mon! Let's go home! This day is way too stressful already!"

We all agree and go home.

I hope you liked it!! Pls tell me what you think in the comments, i'd appreciate it :) xoxo <3

[factual-fantasy]

24 asks!! :0000🌟🎭🌟

I HAVE!!! :DDDD

Kinger and Caine are my favorite characters! I've seen a lot of theories and fanart and I've already started making my own AU and angst and everything but I cant DRAW any of that yet because I'm REALLY BUSY with an OVERDUE PROJECT AAAAA

(In recent development, Asgore is unable to heal Spamton because he is a darkener :((( )

I think it might have been addressed at one point yeah :0 Maybe something was wrong with Seam and Asgore reached out to help. In which Seam was terrified and Jevil jumped in to protect him. Asgore could see the trauma and tension in the both of them so he carefully backed off.

Later he could hear from Seam about their pasts and why they were afraid of him. Asgore would then try to take steps to.. not..? Be scary to them?? <:D

Spade king could have talked in a very gravely and booming voice. So Asgore is sure to always talk softly and clearly. He is careful to not make any sudden movements around Seam and Jevil. If he's reaching for something near Seam/Jevil he will gently announce what he's doing and make sure they understand before he does it.

Asgore with his hands in his lap: "Seam, I want to grab that bag.."

Seam: *turns "huh?"

Asgore, hands still in his lap: "That bag beside you, I'd like to grab it."

Seam: "oh, okay,"

Asgore then gently reaches for the bag, making sure that Seam can see his hand coming.

Little things like that would really ease Seam and Jevils nerves. And its what made Asgore so trustworthy to them. The fact that he cared so much about their comfort and went above and beyond to make sure they felt safe around him.

Not really a parental figure. He sees Seam as his equal in every way. So like.. he sees him as his brother of the same age.?

@beryl-shade

Oh he didn't lock Seam up in a cell. He just put shackles around his wrists and neck :00

The thing about Jevil is that the bigger the group got, the worse his habits became. And the harder it became to break those habits.. Jevil was the one who collected these people, so they are his responsibility. Giving up his food not just for Seam, but for everyone. Staying awake to keep the fire large and roaring to keep the group warm.

The others try to help him.. but they would have a hard time getting Jevil to listen to them. Telling him he needs to eat, sleep or just relax. He probably wouldn't listen because he's a bit stubborn and is probably riddled with anxiety 24/7.

Although when Asgore came around things got a lot easier.

Asgore is very powerful and has proved his trustworthiness multiple times to Seam and Jevil. So although the royal vibe is off putting.. Jevil trusts him to watch the fire at night and protect the group. Seam has been able to reason with Jevil about the food part a little too.

Jevil: "You need this food more than me. You gotta keep your strength up until we can find someone to break these chains!"

Seam: "Jevil, you consume energy to make those mirrors to other worlds. How are you supposed to keep looking for someone to break my chains, if you're collapsed on the ground, too weak to make another mirror?"

Jevil: "......."

Jevil: *takes ONE bite out of sandwich

I was thinking around 10 years or so..? Maybe more? Haven't really decided :0 And he was able to escape by making a mirror and stepping through it. That mirror basically poked a hole in the walls of the AU and he was able to step out of the AU. Effectively stepping out of his cell and breaking free :}

Also thank you!! :DD

@gracebeth3604

I've completely ignored comments like this recently because I don't wanna deal with all the drama that will surly follow. But you were really polite and very thorough with your evidence.. sooo I guess I might as well answer it now,

I am aware that people use they/them for Seam. But -> my version <- of Seam goes by he/him.

I don't reeallly have a Splatoon AU..? And I haven't played Splatoon in a while- although I do still like it and have made some Splatoon ocs!

These drawings are pretty old. I've been meaning to come back and re-draw them haha <XD

Yeah its okay to tag like that. Like "seam and jevil" or "mario and luigi". That's just tagging them as being in the same post, no big deal 👍

Also no, no art of any kind. If you truly wanna show that you appreciate my work then leave comments. Maybe reblog once in a while or send me an ask. The comments don't have to be anything complex. You could leave a "Looks great!" comment on 50 posts of mine in a row and I will see what you're doing and appreciate it endlessly.

@genericcereal-wastaken

(I most likely will lol XD) Also thank you! I'm glad you love it! :DD

@elegysonnet

Honestly I can see Seam wanting nothing wrapped around/touching his wrists for a while.. even though they need it. But he could accept cold rags being dabbed on the wounds to ease the stinging.

As for what he'd eat? Dude- anything XDD Probably a burger to start. He'd just take a big fat bite and cry about how good it tastes 😭

And yeah! Now that he has his full range of movement he has his cat like flexibility back :}}

When it comes to Seam using his magic? Its hard for a while...

He hasn't used it consistently in so long.. he would be rusty, and probably anxious to use it again. It would take a lot of sparing and gentle guidance from Jevil and probably Asgore to get his grove back.

It would also take time for him to physically heal. Having his body's energy constantly drained has really effected his ability to control his magic. He would need a few weeks of good sleep and hearty meals before he could get his groove back. But he'll get there. With the group/Jevils support, he would eventually be back to the way he was. Equally matched with Jevil. :}

@clevermakercupcake

Thank you!! :}}} 🌻🌻

I don't remember that, did he do that?? Kwazii whyyy that's nasty XDDD

@cupcake-kingdom

Seam is frightened and confused but appreciates the message! XD

Joy. There's just joy and relief everywhere.

There has been a constant anxiety over this group- not just Jevil, that Seam would suddenly collapse and die. Finally succumbing to the chains draining properties.

Now that the chains are off? Seam will heal. He will eat and stay full. He will absorb those calories and turn it into energy. And he will keep that energy. When he sleeps he will wake up feeling rested. He will heal, he will live.

For Seam, it was almost too good to be true. It just, it blew his mind. He was free. He was really free. No more pain, no more aches. No more hunger. His freedom truly starts here. The relief he felt can't be described. He cried, hard. But he also laughed, and for the first time in years, he smiled.

And Jevil? He couldn't speak. He just cried and cried and cried.. He couldn't let go of Seam. He couldn't stop looking at his wrists. Exanimating them over and over again. As if he couldn't truly believe it. All the anxiety, all the worry, all the sleepless nights. They were all over. Seam was gonna live, he didn't have to worry anymore. He couldn't let go of Seam, he couldn't stop shaking, he couldn't stop crying. He couldn't stop smiling.

They will likely leave some kind of permanent scar on Seam yes.. but his floofy orange fur hides the scars around his neck. And the scars on his wrists will be somewhat covered up by his fur. So thankfully they wont really be noticeable. <:)

@nunyabusiness459

Heck yeah. After they cry their souls out together they go and crash for like 6 hours or something XDD

(Also funny username, made me laugh! XD)

WAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! And heck yeah!! Feel free to send me your AU stuff when you're done/ready! I'd love to see it! :}}

@ocinstituterep I imagine he's just reeeeally quiet about sneaking out. My Kwazii doesn't sneak out though he knows better XD

Thank you so much! Also Spongebob has angst??? :00000

Things are mostly better!

Little Red got her knees fixed, Escorts broken down a few times but he's currently in working order! Suburban is stiillll a work in progress... undrivable at the moment- :x

Greenie now takes all 4 limbs to start, Brown is out of the garage and U.M is out of the trailer! Pretty good stuff :}}

(If any of that made sense to you I applaud you for your dedication to my Transformer ocs <XDD)

@skywillow28022

She does exist, although I didn't have any real plans for her.. maybe she was just a gal that the bros knew in passing back on Earth.?

@beryl-shade

I feel like none of them would willing visit that old stage.. expect for maybe Foxy. I feel like Foxy would be a very emotional and tender hearted character. I can see him not wanting to "leave them behind" in a way. He would come back now and then and talk to the stage as if they were standing on it and could hear him. The staff think that Foxy's programming just hasn't properly registered that Chica and Freddy are gone. And in a way.. they're right..

Foxy cant let go of their memory. And despite how much it would ache seeing that empty stage, I can see him coming back to it anyway..

This also means that part of the reason why Bonnie and Foxy clash so much now is that Bonnie is trying to snuff out any memories and feelings of the past. Meanwhile Foxy is wallowing in those memories and refuses to let go.

If any of the four of them had to preform on that stage once again? Oh man. That would hurt. It would kill Foxy to stand in the place of his late friends. He would feel guilty, ashamed.. Monty and Roxy also couldn't handle it. They would be crushed. Monty would likely get emotional and angry. Roxy would want to run and hide her face. Maybe the three of them would find a way to fake a malfunction so they could just get off the stage..

But Bonnie? Man. Maybe he's so overwhelmed that he just goes on autopilot and finishes the performance. Only to have a complete mental breakdown in his room later.. being so close to the memory of Chica and Freddy.. its crippling to him.

@skatermusic

Daww, thank you :}}}

[my-little-random-world]

Marta: How can he be so full of hatred and resentment? Fina: Jesús again? Marta: Who else? Fina: What has he done this time? Marta: He provoked an absurd confrontation with my cousins over the sale of some land. He doesn't respect anything or anyone. Fina: Aren't you afraid that you might be next? Marta: Me? Fina: Well, you, us… What if he decides to publish the photos they took of us? Marta: I don't think he'd go that far. He already has me where he wants me. What else can I do? I take the photos away from him, I tear them up, and the next day he'd show up with ten more copies. Fina: I don't know, Marta. What I do know is that we can't go on like this. I've been thinking, and I believe you and I should take a step forward. Marta: A step forward? I don’t understand. Fina: I have a plan. It might be risky, but it's riskier to just sit here and do nothing. Marta: Tell me? Fina: Come with me to Barcelona.

Fina: Marta, I’ve thought about it over and over, and I believe it’s the best thing for both of us. Marta: And what about your father? Until today, I thought leaving him was non-negotiable. Fina: I know, but he's the one who finally convinced me. He's willing to sacrifice and come with me, but I can't allow that. But if you come with me, Marta, everything would be so different. Marta: I don’t know what to say. Fina: Then say yes. Say yes. We're not safe here. And especially not you—if you keep standing out in the company, your brother might use those photos to ruin you and push you aside. Marta: He wouldn’t dare. Fina: Of course, he would. You just said it yourself—that your brother doesn’t care about anything or anyone. He has you completely at his mercy. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life watching what your brother does or doesn’t do? My love, you don’t deserve that. Marta: You're right. What should I do then? Leave everything behind—the company, the family? My father won't allow it. Fina: Your father is just as terrified as mine. But I have it all planned out. Why don’t you propose expanding and managing the store in Barcelona? I’d work somewhere else to avoid raising suspicion. Marta: I… Fina: And Marta, we’d live together in the same apartment. Can you imagine? We’d be friends on the outside, but in private… Marta: Living together… It’s what we’ve always dreamed of. Fina: Exactly. We can't hope for anything better in a country like this. The law is the law, no matter how much it pains us. Marta: We could start over and be far from those who wish us harm. Fina: That’s right. Your brother would no longer be a threat, and you and I could be together as much as we wanted, without any obligations. Marta: Maybe you can leave everything behind in one go, but I’m not sure if I can. Let me think about it—I mean, there are things you have to consider with your head, not just your heart. Marta: How’s the order for the wedding going? Carmen: It’s ready for pickup, Doña Marta. Isn’t it a nice gesture? The bride wants to give gift boxes to all her guests. Marta: That’s the luxury of having the means. Fina, will you come with me to the storeroom? Fina: Of course.

Marta: Right now, I can’t go to Barcelona with you. It has nothing to do with how I feel about you, it’s just that… Fina: It’s just that you’re afraid to start over with me? Marta: No, it’s because of Jaime. He’s very sick. Fina: What do you mean, he’s sick? Marta: Very seriously ill. Fina: And you’re telling me this now? Marta: I wish I could have told you sooner. No one in the family knows, and I promised to keep it a secret. I also promised to stay by his side until the end. Fina: I see. Marta: Didn’t you hear me? Jaime is very sick. Fina: You know what, Marta? My father is very sick too. Marta: What are you trying to say? Fina: I’m saying that I’m really sorry if Jaime is truly sick, I really am. But I see him treating patients day in and day out, so no one would think that. Marta: Do you want him to wear a sign on his forehead that says, "Oh, I’m dying"? Fina: Does my father wear that sign? He has it on his forehead, and the letters are very big. If I have to go to Barcelona, I’ll have to give up spending the little time he has left with him. So, I don’t know… I don’t get the feeling that Jaime is on his deathbed, to be honest. Marta: Do you think I’m making this up? Fina: Marta, I know exactly how much it cost you to build your reputation in the company and earn the respect of your family because that’s what you’ve been doing all these years. And I can understand how difficult it is for you to leave it all behind, but I need you to be very honest with me right now. Marta: Right now, I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Fina: I’m telling you that I understand, that I understand how hard it is for you to leave everything behind, but I need you to be very honest and clear because you know what, Marta? I’m willing to leave everything behind for you—everything. I’m absolutely willing, but what about you? What about you? Are you willing to leave it all behind and come with me to try to be happy with the person who truly loves you? Marta: Go back to the store right now because I don’t even know how to respond to you. Fina: Very well then. Marta: It’s clear that you don’t want to listen to or understand me. Fina: You don’t understand me either. Marta: Especially now, when I need you more than ever. Fina: Well, in that case, I think I have the solution. Marta: What solution?

[theanonymousninja247]

Random Turtle HC: Raph & Anxiety

*clears throat and approaches microphone before hitting whiteboard with a ruler* A-HEM! Behold my theories peasants!

As we see expresses in the VERY 1st episode of ROTTMNT, the turtles can recognize each others signature scents and can smell fear.

Raph especially is shown briefly through the brothers dialogue to be the most aware and self conscious about said scent to the point of becoming defensive about it.

This leads me to believe that due to both natural biological olfactory senses and increased abilities due to mutation, the turtle brothers (with an advanced ability tipping to Raph due to his size and sensitivity) can actually smell the hormone cortisol.

WebMD defines cortisol as, “Your body’s main stress hormone. It works with certain parts of your brain to control your mood, motivation, and fear.”

Simply put, the turtle boys can literally smell fear.

Now I know you’re asking yourself, “Okaaaaaay cool fun fact I guess, what does that have to do anything with me?”

*takes a step back and adjust glasses with a smirk*

My dear dear fellow tumblr, allow me to share the wonders of mixing fact, madness and media all in one! *sounds of maniacal cackling can be heard*

(I wrote this with the intent to be platonic but it could be romantic if you squint long enough)

•So we've established Raph can smell fear right?

•As a protective big brother who is quite literally in fact “BIG” he knows a thing or two about getting scared

• Especially when it comes to looking out for people he cares about

•Hes been fighting baddies for his family since he was a tot! From keeping away scary dreams at night, from crushed ancient metal zombies to terrifying alien virus monsters, there ain't much he hasn't seen

•So when you join the ranks of the Mad Dogz, you immediately also get a built in prtoector

•Raphs been looking out for the little guys his whole life, what's one more?

•Not to mention you're kinda cute, so he doesn't mind sticking around a little bit closer

•But you're different than most folks, Raph notices. I mean besides the fact that you WILLING want to be friends with 4 mutant turtles of all things.

•No besides your abnormal incredible bravery in looking beyond the status quo to reach out the hand of friendship to these reckless reptiles, Raph noticed that you just kind of…smelled

•Not in a bad way or anything just…you always seemed to have a lingering scent of fear on you

•And Raph would know. Hed recognize that scent anywhere. It's a scent that ghosts every hour of every day for him. Nighttime and being alone especially.

•Raph hates being scared. He's the biggest and the oldest. He's supposed to look after his peeps! And he can't do that if he's frozen with fear all the time!

•So what does he do? Raph faces the problem head on like he always do.

•You get scared a lot. That's understandable, but Raph decides to make it his business that you don't need to be scared when he's around.

•Raph’ll protect ya

•Be prepared to have this turtle subtly (orrer not to much so because although he's a ninja he ain't exactly tactful or subtle) watching you every time you and the gang get all together

•Its not hard. You've always caught his attention for some reason or another. So looking at you is something he does without even realizing it.

•He’s looking for triggers, anything that gets that heart rate of yours spiking and that scent start to waft.

•Fidgeting hands, bouncing knees, shutting down and slinking into your hoodie, nervous chewing, pulling or playing with your hair and pacing, he's got eyes on it all.

•Once a trigger has been spotted, Raph immediately tries to locate the source

•Too many people? Suddenly you find a 6ft something giant turtle behind you, letting you know with his massive presence alone that he got your back. Literally.

•He kinda likes this position because he can see everyone that comes close enough to interact with you and everybody can see him.

•All he's got to do is narrow his eyes a little a give em a flash of that all too familiar snaggle tooth of his if he thinks someone's being mean and he gets his unspoken threat across just fine

•Not to mention you're also close enough to grab if someone he doesn't deem fit for your attention gets a little too close for his liking. But he doesn't say that part out loud.

•Scared of talking? You suddenly feel the cool tip of his massive scaely alligator tail (anatomically correct alligator tail be darned, I'm going with the fandoms HCs for this one) gently wrapping around your ankle as a physical reminder that he's right there here to support you

•Overwhelmed and the world feels like it's closing in on you? Raphs massive size is a natural battering ram that allows him to pass through thick crowds with easy. He's not afraid to help heard you into a quiet little corner away from it all

•Years of practice with Donnie allows him the experience to ask you if you're good with touch.

•If yes, you know you're going to be instantly wrapped into his arms, pulled flushed up against the worn keratin of his plastron. Raph’s always been more of “hands-on experience” kinda of guy anyway.

•Raph gives good hugs. They're firm and tight, padded with the security of arms who have been holding the weight of the world for years.

•He will rest his chin on top of your head, gently guiding your head with the motion ever so slightly so you're somehow perfectly nestled right against his heart.

•It's a loud heart, especially when you're up so close. It's actually his strongest muscle and one he's most proud of. He cares about you, so he reckons he’ll allow you the privilege of getting close to it. In more ways than one.

•Raph doesn't talk much during these special security hugs. He's never really been much good with words anyways. Raph knows sometimes the noise can be too much, but he also knows that the silence can be defeaning. So being a turtle comes with some built in perks that make up a happy medium.

•Hes got a special churr saved for special situations just like this one. It's one of the lowest and deepest ones he's capable of making. More akin to a muted growl more than anything the way it vibrates his chest as you're pressed up against it. You can feel it more than hear it and it just takes a handful of minutes listening to this bad boy before Raph can sense your fear stink slowly dissipating and your natural sweet scent can return.

•Raph can smell fear, and there's something incredibly humbling for this Atlas of a turtle to have the sweet experience of watching that scent drift away whenever he gets the privilege of being close to you like this.

•”You don't need to be scared no more, Sweet Pea. Raph’s got ya. I'm gonna be right here until you're ready to face the world again. Until then, let me just hold ya.”

Dedicated to the one and only @anobodyinabog. Sorry this took so long,but I hope your day gets better Shortcake. Please know you're always looked out for and loved ok? 🧡❤️

[fire-fira]

I am not sure how much you are into analysis but I want to ask. Do you think raph isn’t as good of a fighter compared to his brothers? because I have a feeling either he’s holding back when sparring with them over fear of harming them or he’s not as good as them.

Anon, you just made my day because this gives me an excuse to nerd out at length. (Though apologies that it took me so long to get this fully written out and posted.)

Disclaimer before I launch into it in full: to fairly compare Raph to his brothers I'm going to do a brief run-down of the three of them before breaking into the full details on him. A lot of this is built on extrapolation from details in various canons and at times might edge toward headcanon territory, though I'll be trying to stick with what's actually present.

With that out of the way--

Comparing Raph to His Brothers

So to start with, I can only fairly do this deep-dive by briefly touching on each of his brothers before getting to Raph himself. I'll say upfront that I think it's less a question of which one is the "best fighter" and more that they're each different types of fighters, each with their own strengths and weaknesses and which might land any of them in the position of "the best" depending on the circumstances.

Leo

Strengths: This is an extrapolation based on various iterations (2003, 2007, 2012, 2014/2016, ROTTMNT, 2023, Batman vs. TMNT, and a little bit of the IDW comics), but Leo strikes me as a tactician-- as the guy who can extrapolate to fifteen different possibilities for the outcome of a fight and fifteen steps ahead of everyone else on each of those possibilities. At his best he knows how to play to his brothers' strengths, put them where needed, and let them go to do their own thing. He's also persistent and willing to put himself through his paces over and over again until he 'perfects' what he wants to learn how to do. As a "traditional" (romanticized) example of a warrior, he is the golden boy of the family. Rise Leo might be a little less likely to get every step 'just so,' but most iterations of him aim to be as flawless as possible in terms of his combat skills. In his ideal world, he will never have a misplaced swing of a sword or inflict any damage he doesn't intend to. That depth of knowledge and highly-trained skill can be damned terrifying for his enemies if it's taken to its fullest extreme.

Weaknesses: His perfectionism and desire to get things 'just right' is a double-edged sword. In the 2003 series it got wrapped up in his PTSD and the need to never make a critical mistake again (which... didn't work out well for him-- hi, shades of Raph at his worst); in the 2007 movie it led him to think his efforts to learn how to be a better leader weren't "good enough" and kept him away from home for two years; in the 2012 series it led him to ignore critical injuries and try to bully himself into being 'better' (when realistically what he did during the farmhouse arc probably would have permanently destroyed one of his knees); in the 2014/2016 movies it led him to temporarily damage his relationship with his brothers by spilling over the worst of his internal perfectionistic vitriol onto them; and in Rise it at times has turned him into a showoff who'll act without letting the others in on his plan (which can backfire horrendously in a worst-case scenario) because if he does it without telling others what he's going to do, then he gets bragging rights if it works out like he planned. Underlying all this is what could turn into an unmanageable case of anxiety depending on the version of Leo and how personally stable he is, as well as how susceptible he is to ruminating over where he feels he went wrong. To say nothing of how many versions of Leo have a GIANT self-sacrificing streak when it comes to their families. Under the right circumstances-- and if someone really intended to make it hurt-- they could easily play all that against Leo and get him to freeze due to overthinking. (Though getting him to that level would take an extreme case and some severe emotional damage to weaponize his guilt.)

Speed: OKAY. Here's where things get a little more cut-and-dried in my opinion-- if a fight is down to just speed anyway. Leo might be pretty neck-in-neck with Raph in terms of speed, maybe just a touch faster due to (generally) being more lean-built than Raph. Leo's not a tank; yes he can fight in close quarters or mid-range and hold his own, but if he can then he tends to be 'slippery' about it. He's not going to batter away at an enemy if he can spin out of range before darting back in and dodging whatever hits he can. If it's just a matter of speed without any other factors involved, then there's a good chance Leo will win in a fight against Raph. If it's a question of strength and endurance though... Well, I'll expand further on that when I get to Raph.

Adaptability: This is something that is absolutely dependent on which version of Leo we're talking about and how hung up that version is on his plans without taking the general chaos of life into account. 2012 and 2014/2016 Leo both are guilty of getting so hung up on the idea that their approach to a combat situation is the right way that they fail to plan for the fact that their brothers' ways of doing things isn't their way of doing things. Which blows up in their faces spectacularly sometimes. IF it's a version of Leo who's more likely to fail to take into account his brothers' differing styles, then Raph might easily play that against him and deliberately do things Leo would find unpredictable (though probably not as much as Mikey, lbr). For versions of him that are better about knowing that his own approach isn't the only/'best' approach, then Leo would be better able to roll with whatever Raph throws his way, within reason.

Combat Style/Approach: Mid-to-close-range, tactician, and definitely NOT a grappler. Yes, his skills and training have him moving with muscle memory when he needs to, but even so, there's a split-second awareness of what his opponent(s) could do and instinctively reacting based on what he's met with. A lot of that means he has to be free to move and avoid getting held in place, or things might go bad quickly.

Donnie

Strengths: No matter which iteration of Donnie you're talking about, you're generally talking about an engineer who's able and willing to casually heft up and carry around a car engine with his bare hands. And considering (with a quick google search) it looks like the average car engine weighs anywhere between 300 to 700 pounds, that alone is proof enough that no one in their right mind would ever want to be punched by Donnie. And considering there are instances where he's able to temporarily support the weight of himself and his brothers (a couple of scenes in the 2003 series are what immediately come to my mind, but that's just my favorite iteration showing itself) it's proof that he has that strength not just in his arms. To give you an idea of just how much weight that implies he can lift, here's a size and weight comparison of some of the largest turtle species currently living.*

Notice anything? Like how... Oh... I dunno... a 4-foot-long Loggerhead sea turtle can weigh up to 400 pounds? Or a 3-foot-long Leatherback sea turtle can weigh 550 pounds on the light end? (Note: this is not meant to be snarky or condescending, just a simple statement of fact that all signs point to these boys are fucking HEAVY.) And that huge amount of weight relative to their body size seems to be pretty consistent among turtle species from what I've seen with my digging around. Which logically implies that the same holds true for these boys, and if we play fast-and-loose with the idea that we can roughly translate length to height... well... For general weight of the boys, I tend to assume at least 200 pounds, at least for those under and up to about 5-foot-tall. For the 2014/2016 set I might even suggest somewhere between 400-500 pounds-- but roughly comparing weight to size with that table of large turtle species, I'm probably severely underestimating their weight all across the board. Being generous, hypothetically saying all four of the 2003 turtles are about 240, that then means there are moments in the 2003 series where Donnie is temporarily lifting around 960 pounds, including himself. AND THAT MIGHT BE A SEVERE UNDERESTIMATION. Terrifying, right? So yes, Donnie is unquestionably strong as hell and maintains that strength by working on his various projects, and a full-force hit from him would land someone in a hospital-- if they're lucky. The other main thing working for him is that he's a tech genius. No, he's typically not as rigid or disciplined in his training as Leo is, but if he has access to tech and distance then he has a whole host of weapons and traps he can bring to the party (something which Rise Donnie excels at in spades). Raph's a much more physical direct-confrontation fighter, but Donnie has the capacity to turn entire environments against his enemies, depending on the means he has at his disposal.

Weaknesses: For better or worse, Donnie's primary personal strength-- the one he leans on above all else-- is his intellect and being able to puzzle things out. And again, he's an engineer: yes he can lift and move that terrifying amount of weight, but he's usually not doing it at speed. (Because let's be real, moving heavy and potentially very breakable machinery is not something you want to do quickly when you want to be able to use or repurpose said machinery.) He's not a slouch when it comes to his ninjutsu training, but there's a reason why the concept of Donnie pulling the 'I'm too busy to train right now' is a widespread fandom concept. It doesn't necessarily mean that he's not 'as good of a ninja', but more that he's not a 'traditional' ninja and has had to adapt things to his preferred methods. Yes he has a lot of physical strength, but he prefers to keep a distance from his opponent(s) if possible. Doing so, having that distance, gives him more time to plan and respond-- because unlike Leo, a lot of iterations of Donnie don't have that ingrained ability to read the possible actions their opponent(s) might take and respond on a dime (or at least not to the same level). Raph's tendency to brute force things-- something which Donnie technically could do but clearly does not like to-- might be somewhat unpredictable for him, especially because that puts Raph in close and doesn't give Donnie as much time to respond as he would like. All that said, Donnie could technically win a fight against Raph without his tech if he pretty much said to hell with fighting and decided to do an imitation of an octopus. At the very least he could probably hold him in one place if he was quick enough and managed to get Raph's arms pinned. And somehow kept him from walking. (It wouldn't be a dignified win, but it might still technically be a win.)

Speed: I'm gonna be honest, I do not think speed is on Donnie's side in comparison to his brothers. If he really makes an effort (rather than just going his own route and pursuing his interests) he'd probably be able to keep up with the others going at full tilt for a little while, but he'd probably tire out first. A lot of the work he does due to his areas of expertise is fairly sedentary, and frequently he needs to move with slow and deliberate precision. There's a lot of fine muscle control involved in that kind of work (especially if it involves maneuvering something heavy), but being able to consistently do that doesn't automatically translate to being able to do something similar at high speed. But that's okay, because if he has the distance and varied means of attack he needs, then he doesn't have to worry about keeping up with his brothers for an extended period of time-- it just has to be long enough.

Adaptability: If it involves tech or computer systems, Donnie's ability to adapt to a situation is unparalleled. Give him unrestrained access to an unfamiliar and shiny (and incredibly pervasive) system and he'll be able to make it seem like a tech apocalypse is targeting one specific person if he wants to. If it's a head-to-head physical fight though, it really depends on how desperate he is or how much breathing room he has (or both). If he's frazzled and panicky then there's the possibility he'll miss several opportunities or potential tools and, in a worst-case scenario, he might freeze. (An extreme example of this is how Rise Donnie gave up fighting the crab men when his tech failed, after all his brothers had already failed in that fight.) If he has time and space to think then he's practically unstoppable, but if he doesn't have that breathing room then chances are things won't end well for him.

Combat Style/Approach: Distance fighter, brain-over-brawn, could be a grappler if necessary but uncomfortable enough with it that it might work against him, might as well dub him a 'trap master' for the little surprises he might leave in his wake if he's feeling spiteful. He's a schemer, but not a chess master.

Mikey

Strengths: If there's one thing that can be said for Mikey it's the fact that most versions of him are innately gifted at picking up kinesthetic knowledge, to say nothing of the fact that he tends to be the most spiritually gifted of the brothers. In fact in several series (2003 and 2012 off the top of my head, though I'm certain it may have popped up in others) it's briefly mentioned that if Mikey really buttoned down and was completely serious about his ninja skills he would outclass Leo-- which means that he can naturally slide into the level of skill Leo has worked for years to achieve without even really thinking about it. If he wants to. And most of the time he doesn't want to. (Too much responsibility being that serious, so who can blame him?) However, his not constantly going at the equivalent of Level 99 in a videogame in fights isn't necessarily a detriment to him, because he has other ways to stay true to himself while giving himself an edge. Like being annoying on purpose. And knowing how to aggravate the hell out of his opponents until he tricks them into getting sloppy. Until he tricks them into giving him easy openings they should REALLY know better than to give him-- and would if he hadn't deliberately torn their nerves to shreds. If it's not obvious, I'm saying versions of Mikey like to play mind-games, and if they really want to they can be vicious about it and make it HURT. (Though again, most versions of Mikey are more invested in goofing off and playing around than being outright vicious or serious.) The point is, if he finds a mental opening that sticks, then how invested he is in winning the fight will dictate how serious he is about exploiting that weakness. To say nothing about how creative he can get when he really wants to be.

Weaknesses: The downfall of a lot of Mikeys is how distractable a lot of them can be. (I won't say this is a universal fact because I'm a big fan of there being variation among different realities, but a lot of Mikeys definitely being ADHD doesn't help. How well said version is able to compensate probably also varies.) So depending on the circumstances and the environment, Raph might be able to play that distractibility against him. (Buuuut that would require Raph to play mind-games, and most Raphs aren't the 'mind-game' type.) Plus, for better or worse, it takes a LOT to get most versions of Mikey to the point where he's ready to say 'Fuck everything' and throw everything he can into ending a fight right that second.

Speed: Mikey is, in my honest opinion (and based off most of the series and movies I've seen), the fastest of the brothers-- bar none. Which means if he tore off at full speed with the intention of skipping a fight entirely and just making Raph chase him, Raph probably would never catch him. Until after he wears down anyway. But if he zipped off and found a good enough hiding spot, then he could probably avoid Raph for a while. In a fight, because of his speed, there's a good chance that Mikey might be able to get in more hits than Raph, but that comes with the risk of getting in close to Raph-- and that can easily work against him in very short order.

Adaptability: Mikey's adaptability is through the roof. Most versions of Mikey, you can throw damn near anything their way and they'll roll with it in such a way that they land on their feet while their brothers are still scrambling for stable footing. There's also the fact that he's a very lateral thinker and able to apply concepts from seemingly unrelated sources to scenarios many others wouldn't even think to combine-- and he does so to his advantage. So yeeeeeeaaaaahhhhh, given enough room and space to work with (and not panicking), then there's a good chance Mikey's going to catch Raph off guard with something he'd never expect.

Combat Style/Approach: Close range, flighty, dart in-range to hit and then dart back out of range, mind-games and making his opponents angry to the point of getting sloppy seems to be his preferred tactic. He could be the most terrifying to go up against in a fight if he went absolutely stone serious, but 99.9999% of the time he does not want to and would much rather slip in some fun where he can. (If you don't believe me on that last point, consider that in the 2003 series I'm reasonably sure he has the highest body count of all the brothers, in the 2012 series he killed a kraang and wore the dude's skin on his head multiple times, and in Rise ALL of Dr. Delicate Touch and the frothing maniacal rage he has when angry. 'Nuff said.)

Raph

And here we come to the turtle in question himself, Raph. Hamato Raphael, Raphael Splinterson, Raphie-boy, take your pick.

Strengths: Raph is a TANK. Barring '87, this boy in most iterations pretty much makes it his mission in life to be the strongest of him and his brothers. He's also stubborn as hell and WILL NOT give in if he thinks it's important to stand his ground. Which means he can and will hold his ground and dig in long past when his brothers each have to retreat or fold; he can take the hits they can't and come out the other side still kicking. And what's more, if he feels the need to and is able to get up and be mobile, then he WILL hunt you down for as long as it takes and damned near nothing will stop him-- he is that. damned. STUBBORN. Let's be real, that combination is terrifying. Of course, naturally, this brings up questions of just how physically strong he is. I pointed out up in Donnie's section that Donnie is ridiculously strong, but just how strong is Raph? To answer that question, the infamous scene from 2007:

Just how much psi does it take to snap a katana? WELL, it turns out that finding out that information is really difficult (at least when I was nosing around and trying to find out). When I was doing my initial searching I found a video on facebook examining an anime scene (at the time-- back in September-- it was literally the only thing that remotely came close to answering my question that popped up) that claimed it would take at least 20,000 psi. Being that the person who posted that video didn't include any sources for reference, I'd take it with a grain of salt (especially since despite my best efforts I'm having a hard time finding that video again), but still. If-- for the sake of argument-- we assume that the 20,000 psi measurement is accurate for what it would take to snap a katana, that would mean that our boy Raph is capable of exerting that much force with each hand. And not just a brief spike of getting there either. No, for him to be capable of the force in that 2007 scene (again, assuming the number is accurate) then he has to maintain that force for longer than a second or two.

I don't know about you, but that makes this scene just that much more dangerous and intense in my eyes. It's not just that Raph could have killed Leo by stabbing him; it's also the implication that he could have easily torn Leo apart with his bare hands if he wanted to. So yeeeeeaaaahhhh, if Raph is able to get his hands on any of his brothers and is able to hold on, they're probably toast.

Weaknesses: Whoo boy. In most iterations, point blank, his biggest weakness is his temper. If he gets set off too thoroughly or if someone knows how to play it against him, his temper can make him get sloppy and lead to his defeat-- regardless of how ridiculously strong he is. It also means that, unless it's a version of him who has worked his ass off to keep himself in check, there's a good possibility that he might wind up doing things he'll regret when he's angry (and if someone really wants to twist the knife they can play that guilt and self-blame against him). If you go by 2003 and 2012 there's also his bug-phobia which can be played against him. (Even though 2003 Raph covers it with 'KILL IT WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE'.) If you go by Rise, then you DO NOT. EVER. WANT THAT BOY TO BE ALONE. And on a much more brutal note, going back to his stubbornness which is also one of his strengths

...there's a good chance that this boy might try to push himself past the breaking point if he feels it's necessary.

Speed: I've said before that I think Raph is pretty neck-in-neck with Leo when it comes to how fast he is, Mikey has them both beat in the speed department hands down, and Donnie is most likely to be the slowest moving of the four of them. If Leo has to deal with heavy weights while trying to move at speed however, Raph will have him outclassed due to having more practice in that department. For Raph to have a hope of keeping up with Mikey going full tilt in running away, Mikey would have to be carrying enough to weigh him down considerably. And while Donnie might stand a chance in trying to grapple with Raph, Raph having more experience in moving heavy weights at speed would probably mean Donnie would be better off trying to glom onto Raph like an octopus rather than outright grappling. So Raph's not the fastest, but he's not a slouch either.

Adaptability: As much as I love my boy, Raph is a tank, he's bruiser, he's a bulldozer who freely makes use of sharp and pointy things he can use to stab people with. Adaptability-- barring variation between sneaking in and out versus barreling in as loudly as possible to cause mayhem and destruction as a distraction-- is generally not in his wheelhouse. Given time and learning how to play mind games (and I don't doubt that an adult Raph could pick up and use the skill when he needs to) he'd probably become more flexible, but with where he's portrayed to be at in most iterations he hasn't gotten there yet.

Combat style/approach: Close-range, grappler, brawler, TANK. He WILL hold the line, he WILL dig in and hold his ground, he WILL be the wall and PROTECT with everything he has if he has to. He's also not above being outright brutally destructive when he feels it's warranted. And that "when he feels it's warranted" is key.

Details that affect the outcome:

Raph has a protective streak 500 miles wide. A lot of iterations try to be the wall for his family, the last line of defense when needed. He would sooner see himself hurt than anyone he cares about.

And it's not just his brothers, father, April, Casey, anyone-he-considers-family that he's protective of either.

Seriously, if someone pushes the protective button on this boy and his sense of right and wrong kicks in, he WILL get involved.

Raph cares and feels deeply; to him, family is everything.

You

have

NO IDEA

how much

this boy

LOVES

HIS FAMILY

or how much he'd tear himself up if he ever seriously hurt any of them. So the chances of him ever actually going all-out against any of his brothers is slim. (And the few instances in various iterations where he's come close it's seriously screwed him up emotionally every time. Like 2003 and the pipe incident, 2007 and the after effects of his fight with Leo, the implied guilt Rise had after he snapped back to his senses after reuniting with his brothers after he'd been alone, etc.) He might fight with his brothers, he might disagree with them from time to time, but overall he comes off as someone who firmly believes you don't ever deliberately hurt someone you should care about if you can help it. Which is backed up by instances of him panicking in various iterations where his decisions might result in his family's deaths, as well as the fact that he only really turns on any of them (think SAINW) if they cross the line of not being there for each other like he feels they should be. Some iterations might threaten to run off a lot, but he never will without a damned good reason because he loves his family too much to ever want to do that to them.

Final Assessments

Raph vs Leo: If it's in close and is just down to strength-- Raph wins. If Leo has the time he needs to scheme and play Raph the way he needs to-- Leo wins.

Raph vs Donnie: If it's in close-- Raph wins unless Donnie pulls off an imitation of an octopus and gets all of Raph's limbs pinned and holds on for dear life. If Donnie has the distance, time to scheme, and the means to set traps to his heart's content-- plus tranqs, no one wins against tranqs-- Donnie wins.

Raph vs Mikey: If Raph can get his hands on Mikey and keep him in one place-- Raph wins. If Mikey plays Raph like a fiddle with his mind games and stays out of reach-- Mikey wins.

Raph vs the three of them together: Well shit, that'd be a losing proposition under the best circumstances unless the goal was to try to out-stubborn them at something. 10/10 if he had to, Raph would keep dragging himself along even if all three of his brothers were hanging on to him to try to keep him from reaching his goal. (And if Raph hasn't exploited that fact during some wild-as-shit game of theirs, then Casey Jones is the queen of England.)

Raph vs his guilt if he actually seriously hurt them: Instantaneous loss that Raph would probably have a hard time ever forgiving himself for.

So do I think Raph is as good a fighter as his brothers? Yes.

Do I think he's holding back so he doesn't hurt them? Also yes.

Do I think anyone he went up against if he didn't hold back would be thoroughly screwed? Emphatically YES.

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*The site I got the turtle size table in Donnie's section is [here], if anyone wants further details on sea turtles.

[misc-obeyme]

imagine thinking that Lucifer hates you cuz he's so cold all the time, but he's just trying to seem cool and mysterious to you. Like he always glaring at you when he does that, aren't you impressed by how deep and knowledgeable he seems?

You're terrified cuz he keeps glaring at you when you step into places where he's at and he would be like in his mind "mm yeah i looked so cool just then i wonder if they love me yet-"

This idea is not mine lolol (It's by Bloomries). But I wanted to share it with u

For reference, here is the original post!

Thank you for sharing, anon!

The thing about Lucifer, in my personal opinion, is that he tries very hard to appear a certain way. He cares a lot about his reputation and how he comes across. His opinion of himself (likely due to his pride) is very high, but it's also accurate. He is a handsome, capable, and powerful demon. Why should he act otherwise?

But he also feels the pressure of that reality, too. He thinks he needs to live up to it in a way that doesn't allow him the freedom to be silly or goofy or to appear weak.

Thus when he thinks he's being cool and mysterious, he could very well be terrifying instead.

I believe that with time, MC learns the truth. Lucifer can't hide his other sides forever. Eventually he'll slip, showing MC his playful side, his needy side, his submissive side.

I always see it happening in little moments where MC is the only one who truly sees him. Like in the early morning hours when he's still in his office because he's determined to get a stack of work done. Or when MC spots him doing something sweet with one of his brothers when he thinks no one is looking (example: covering a sleeping Belphie with a blanket). Perhaps even in a moment of solitude when Lucifer decides to let MC see him be vulnerable.

It takes time for MC to look past that facade of "cool and mysterious" to see the truth of the demon behind it - someone who has suffered greatly, who carries a heavy guilt, and for a while in the beginning, also a great secret. Someone who is willing to sacrifice quite a bit to keep his family safe. All while letting them believe that he is quiet, cold, and strict. Because it's easier to protect himself that way, too.

OOF sorry I got a little carried away with the sad.

I feel like that's just my default state when it comes to Luci lol.

[natasha-in-space]

Alright, I'm gonna babble a bit on my thoughts and observations with the magnificent CG's we got for the Choi boys' birthday this year 'round! And, boy, what beautiful CG's they are. I acknowledge that some had problems with them, but I honestly couldn't be happier. Both of them made me feel giddy for two days in a row! The artist did a fantastic job, and it's a treat to still get some new content from Cheritz. Now, let's start with Saeyoung!

God, do I adore the soft, domestic feel of this one. It's peaceful, intimate, and tender in a way that sharing a special moment with the one you love is. I am a sucker for simple domestic moments of romance, so even I admittedly swooned at this one!

Since it's dark outside, we have two options. It's either a small private celebration between you two after he spent the day with his brother and RFA, or you're congratulating him as soon as the clock strikes midnight. I find both options equally sweet and fitting! Either way, you are sharing a small private moment with him, with just you two for a small while. I believe he would be deeply grateful for that.

It looks like he's gotten himself a place out in the city! Isn't that a lovely thing to see? I do think he'll keep his bunker, whether it's for potential emergencies or just for safekeeping, but I always loved the idea of Saeyoung creating a new home for himself, however that may look like. It is logical for his new apartment to have large windows that are high enough to see the night sky. It's very much Saeyoung. And it's very much Saeran, too! During the day, Saeran enjoys the warm sunlight and vast clouds, while Saeyoung enjoys looking at the stars and teaching you about space at night.

He made sure his new home had windows because his bunker didn't have any. A reminder of his new freedom to live out a peaceful life with his family without needing to look over his shoulder at every step.

We have some gifts laid out in the background! The interpretation of whether this is from you, Saeran, or RFA is up to you. I like the latter option. It does make you think what kind of gifts would everyone prepare for him! Lots of funny and/or sweet ideas to think about.

There are also lots of frames hung up on the wall and laid out on the shelves. It made me giggle. Because of course, Saeyoung would litter his home with photos of you once he gets the freedom to do so. It's even a bit excessive, but how can you complain? This man was terrified of having evidence of his own existence out in the world for years. Not to mention that he was not allowed to have any reminders of the people he loved, as he was afraid of their safety.

Of course, he will make sure to surround himself with reminders of a brighter future now that he can. Selfies with you, photos of Saeran reading a book or cooking, and outings with the RFA. All such precious moments he doesn't want to take for granted.

As many have already pointed out, the cake is from Saeran! Ain't that sweet? The first time I noticed it, I glowed with joy because I adore the idea of Saeran making something by hand for his older brother. Saeyoung was always the giver and protector in their relationship, back when they were kids... Now, they can start over with more balance. And Saeran can also take care of his brother. I can't help but think of him spending hours in the kitchen, making sure everything is perfect, and that's just... so damn heartwarming. I love these two and their love for each other. They deserve to be together without fear.

@marshmallowprotection went over the details of the cake very thoroughly in her post, so I won't go over it personally, but, oh my God, of course Saeran would put in small meaningful details into his cake. It's so much like him. From the flowers to cherries and whatever that is written in that envelope. I am certain that Saeyoung will likely shed tears upon reading it. Heck, Saeran can just scribble out a big 'Happy birthday Hyung :)' on there, and it'll make him cry just as much.

Saeyoung is unfamiliar with being taken care of or appreciated. It will take him some time to stop getting emotional over the smallest things when it comes to his family.

Speaking about the CG as a whole, I love how relaxed and tender he looks. It's nothing fancy, just a black shirt and jeans. That's what makes it so soft and domestic for me. It's just you and Saeyoung. In your home. Being together and cherishing each other. And that's better than any grand display.

We get to see more of Saeyoung's arms!!! I always love when they splice up some things that are very much true to canon. While it doesn't make any sense at all to make Yoosung or Saeran muscular jocks, it's very much in line with Saeyoung. It's easy for those arms to lift you up and hold you tight! I also actually like that he's visibly broad in here. I know it's not everyone's interpretation, but it makes him actually look, y'know, older. Even though he'll be 21 forever, it's pleasant to imagine him in his late twenties or early thirties. I know most of my guy friends got very broad in the shoulders once they hit their middle twenties lmao

I also very like MC's dress. It's super cute and comfortable. And that watch on Saeyoung's wrist? Another nice touch. I don't know why, but I always pictured him into watches lol. Mostly because he seems to have a soft spot for anything technical. It's easy to see him being fascinated by the inner workings of different watch models. He's such a nerd (affectionate)

Look at that giddy smile! He's such a cutie. Love to see him be all happy like that. Also his hair is once again super red. I'm telling you, it changes color depending on his mood. It's my biggest theory in whole MM storyline/j

AND NOW ONTO THE MAN HIMSELF, THE ONE I'VE BEEN BENDING MY KNEE FOR EVER SINCE I SAW HIM, THE ONE I IMPLODED MY DM'S OVER-

Ahem

Yes. We got an actual official Unknown/MC CG. The fandom exploded. I know I saw it, I know you saw it, we all saw it. Unknown took the fandom by storm, and he knows it. Look at that smirk. I even saw quite a few old MM artists thinking of coming back just because of him lmao

That's the power this man holds.

Alright, my incessant ramblings aside, this CG looks absolutely ethereal. And it's pretty much intentional. Goes in line with Unknown's aesthetic, too. I know we all love to lovingly call him the king of edge that he is, but from what we see of him? He'll probably put you in something similar. He is your guardian angel, after all. The one who will lead you to a true paradise you couldn't even hope to reach by yourself. He is your loving shepherd, and you are his precious lamb.

The placement of Unknown in such a graceful environment makes sense.

So, Unknown's cake has strawberries AND blueberries on it. No wonder many people instantly remembered the birthday CG from two years ago! It's a nice and interesting comeback. Once again, redirecting you to @marshmallowprotection analysis post for the in-depth on it, because she lays it out beautifully! I'll just say that it's intriguing to note that besides strawberries, blueberries appear to be another confirmed favorite of Saeran's. I know I love my blueberries.

Here's to hoping that this is a fake cake, because if I see food drowning like that, I would riot, no matter how beautiful and enticing Unknown may look 😔 You're eating that cake, mister! You are not wasting it for a pretty aesthetic!! It also begs the question who made the cake in the first place, and Kait puts out a very interesting thought that this is, in fact, a photoshoot. It's also comforting to think that MC was behind it. Just because I'm a sucker for the idea of Unknown getting spoiled for once in his lifetime. He also seemed to be rather yearning in his birthday chats that you can purchase, so it's a sweet thought for me.

MC is absolutely gorgeous here. I have zero complaints. Unknown is one lucky man, and he knows it. Her skin is perfectly complimented by that shade of pink, and she looks like a nymph or something. I also love how flowy the dress is. You can just tell how soft that fabric is to the touch, and I am on my knees both for this MC and the artist for all their hard work. Also!!! MC has an actual eye visible for once! Always a nice and rare surprise.

The dress is pretty revealing, too, and I couldn't stop giggling once I actually noticed that. What can I say? Unknown knows his tastes, and I sure respect him for that. As I said in another post, her lap is definitely not the only thing he lays his head on, and I am, frankly, jealous of him.

All that to say.... guys. MC is just a stand-in. She doesn't look like 90% of the player base. Heck, I look nothing like this MC! Please don't be discouraged just by how she appears in certain CG's! There are plenty of guys, queer folks and women who look nothing like her, who love and adore Saeran as a character. And you know what? All of you would be loved and appreciated by Saeran. Whatever weight, whatever gender, whatever skin color you are. Your own unique appearance will make you just as ethereal next to him. Because it's you.

Saeran has the same love for you as you have for him. Unknown included!

Now onto the man himself..... God.... how gorgeous he is...... I know I felt like I was falling in love with him all over again when I saw him, pfft-

Who is Unknown without his belts and chokers? Once again, Unknown knows what he likes, and I respect the hell out of it. You go king!

Need I say that they gave him freaking EARRINGS???? I know I wouldn't be freaking out about that as much, if it wasn't a fan thing for years. And now he gets the earrings we all knew he deserves in canon. Life could be a dream.

He also has a cross. Which is a rather... interesting choice. Once again, @marshmallowprotection goes over it in detail in her post. Another fun personal interpretation I had (bc I love giving a darker vibe to things) is that perhaps this image is taken after Saeyoung got captured by Mint Eye. Unknown takes and wears his brother's cross as a mockery of his brother's faith and as a declaration of his triumph. I must say, though, that's, like.... 99% not what is intended here, and just my personal fun musings.

I also find it both hot and hilarious that Unknown has his shirt open like that. He saw his brother's CG and went: 'oh hell no, I can do better'. He's so extra, and I adore him. I also don't think he's muscular here???? He's not depicted as broad or buff. I think people just misinterpret the art style a bit. He doesn't really have any prominent muscle here, and it looks significantly different to Saeyoung's CG. I think the artist just either didn't have much time to flesh it out (an issue Kait goes in detail over), or they had trouble with depicting what they wanted to depict. Or I'm just talking out of my ass here, and they really did make him jacked, but my eyes will continue to willfully choose to not see that 😔

All that to say, I definitely went feral over this guy showing so much skin, and the desire to BITE is strong with this one.

He'll be on my mind first the rest of the year. What an absolute treat.

It's so much like Unknown to be all snazzy and cordial with you. I love how they showcased his mannerisms here. It's irrelevant whether you interpret it as cunning or genuinely affectionate here. That smirk is very much Unknown, and we all know it. I wanna smooch his cheeks so bad. Kait also went over the flower analysis in her post, so I highly advice you to check it out!!

In summary, I couldn't be happier with what we got this year. This is everything I ever wanted and more. Will be definitely writing individual pieces for these, because how can I not?

[wen-kexing-apologist]

I am being so so sincere when I say that Episode 10 of The Miracle of Teddy Bear has just secured a spot as one of my favorite BL episodes of all time.

What a fucking compelling, complex, brilliant, and contained piece of work. I am really really loving the dimensionality they bring to Nut and the way that he engages in his relationship with Tofu and his mother in this show as a whole and in this episode especially. Seeing Mathana so calmly, sweetly, and sincerely inquiring about Tofu and Nut’s feeling towards one another, in a way that felt completely absent of judgment only to immediately be met by Nut’s anger was fucking phenominal! The Miracle of Teddy Bear has been handling trauma, and trauma response so brilliantly across the entire show, but Episode 10 was a stand out example of how the writing for this show and Job’s performance as Nut really add so much nuance and flavor to this story and this character. 

I feel like so many BLs are hesitant to let their romantic leads harbor a lot of anger, but not The Miracle of Teddy Bear, Nut’s anger is explosive and it is fast. Nut can go from zero to one hundred in a blink of an eye, in a step, in a breath and that all stems from Nut’s history as a survivor of abuse. His father was extremely abusive, and incredibly homophobic, and his mother was a victim of that abuse as well and as a result was unable to protect Nut from all the shit his father put him through. And she was raised in a generation that was told there were rules and was never allowed to question them. She learned pink is for girls and blue is for boys and does not have any answer to a question of “but why?” nor does she have the space in the household with Sib to ask that question herself and realize there is no legitimate answer.

I believe that Nut is fundamentally a good person, but I absolutely adored how much of this episode really navigated us through Nut being an absolute piece of shit to his mother, his friends and their family, and his partner as a result of his history as a survivor of abuse while also showing us this timid, terrified, simp of a high school boy having his first romance. Especially because for me it really highlights how much of this anger that Nut has stems directly from whatever events ended his relationship with Tarn. At no point in the flashback to a very short, and incredibly sweet BL within a BL have we seen Nut angry, he is only capable of fear that his family will find out that he is gay. It runs so counter to the hair trigger rage Nut carries with him in adulthood. When I saw the way Nut behaved at Gen’s house, I legitimately had a moment where I was just so incredibly thankful that Gen’s parents are as kind as they are and seem to constantly provide love and support to Nut even when he is being a terrible guest and misbehaving at the table because his anger runs so deep he does not have a handle on it. 

From a writing and messaging perspective (I feel the need to clarify lest you think I support this kind of behavior in real live) I love, love, loved that Nut was using Tofu without Tofu’s permission and in many cases to the detriment of Tofu’s own comfort to the point where Tofu actually breaks in his own dedication to Nut and has to drag him outside to talk to him about generational trauma and the ways in which he is perpetuating cycles of abuse in his own household. Because that is a fundamental message of this show. Mathana and Saen are manipulated out of their relationship by Jan, Mathana feels pressure to get married because of her mother’s perceptions of the role of women in society, and as a result marries Sib who she doesn’t love, which contributes, I think, in part to Sib’s future abuse of his family because he knows his wife is in love with his brother and not him, with a major contributor to the Sib’s violence in the household being the perceptions of masculinity. 

Side note: One of my absolute favorite recurring motifs in this episode was the use of bars to make everyone feel trapped in the flashbacks of abuse.

This episode shows us the ways in which Nut has internalized some of the beliefs of his father, when he tells Tofu essentially that his mother failed to steer him away from being gay, when that is obviously an impossible task, and so expertly lets the anger of this episode be fueled by those beliefs, the resentment and frustration that stems from Nut having to serve some level of caregiver role to his mother because of her mental health, and Nut’s current inability to see the bigger picture and understand that his mother was also a victim of domestic violence in that household who did not have the ability to stand up for herself and her child all at the same time. And it is also so easy to understand why Nut is not able to see his mother as a victim in every absolutely heartbreaking flashback we get to little baby Nut looking up at his mother while he is being abused just absolutely hoping that she will do something more than stand there and watch it happen.

Nut is trying so desperately to get a reaction out of his mother, to prove that this anger that he has, that this pain that he carries from this piece of history we don’t even have the full story for yet is real, is justified, and that change and healing cannot happen. But it can. We haven’t even seen the events that lead to Nut’s break-up with Tarn yet and we’re already getting so much information about it from the way that Nut enters that coming out scene already fighting, already assuming his mother will have a problem, screaming at her and not giving her any opportunity to speak. And then getting mad at her when she doesn’t say anything about him being physically intimate with Tofu in front of her. Which I’ve already said was incredibly well written because Nut is so focused on his own anger it takes time for him to understand what he is doing to Tofu. 

And even when he leaves, when he goes to Gen, when he hears the reason and the sense, and admits to the fact that he was in the wrong, that unjustified justified anger doesn’t go away magically, his behavior isn’t automatically fixed. He knows that he put Tofu in an uncomfortable position, and then continues to do it anyway because there is no one that can drive you to anger faster than a parent. And I for one am so grateful this show is letting Nut leave shrapnel in his wake. 

I am truly so impressed with this episode and with the entire show so far. If you did not jump on the Miracle of Teddy Bear train when @lurkingshan and @twig-tea were watching it a few weeks ago, please take this as a sign you should attempt it. I know it’s long, but GODDAMN IT IS SO FUCKING GOOD.