#also she has mind altering pheromones

[vamparchivist]

tfw you're an amorphous being and you can make any special "toys" from your body

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Linked Universe Daemon AU Headcanons

WORLDBUILDING NOTE 1: The concept of daemons is borrowed from the His Dark Materials series. A daemon is a person’s soul manifested outside of their body in a tangible, physical form, which permanently settles into the form of the animal that most resembles them in character as the individual matures. Person and daemon are not separate beings, but two halves of one mental coin, which means that they each know everything the other does, thinks, and senses. Daemons are almost always the opposite gender of their person and have a distinct personality than the person to a certain degree, as person and daemon represent different aspects of the same whole. Touching someone’s daemon without their permission is taboo, considered a violation tantamount to rape in most cultures.

WORLDBUILDING NOTE 2: All Links have the same name for their daemon: Ellanharai (composed of the Old German elements ellan “courage” and heri “army”). However, because all the Links are their own person, their daemon’s form settles on something different with each incarnation. Just as the Links in the Chain go by different titles to differentiate them all, so, too, do their daemons. Links tend to settle early (12-13 years), as they generally know who they are and what they want from a young age.

WORLDBUILDING NOTE 3: The Dark World/Twili crystal magic combines someone and their daemon into one physical body. This new body has the form of the daemon but the gender of the person with size alterations or different markings/coloration and is controlled by the person, with the daemon part of their mind taking a backseat. For example, Legend is larger as a rabbit than his daemon usually is, and of course, her natural color is not bright pink. The lingering effects of this transformation only physically affect the person side of the person/daemon pair once they are returned to normal. 

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SKY + PSALM (RED-CROWNED CRANE)

Red-crowned cranes are renowned for their lasting and affectionate pair bonds, having come to represent longevity and devotion in many cultures; they are cooperative and low-aggression birds, quite tolerant and relaxed around other animals, and only really become territorial and protective over their nesting sites and chicks.

Psalm is impatient, mischievous, and fierce. Sky is more easygoing, considerate, and gentle.

Sky and Psalm are very outwardly affectionate with each other, and both can often be found napping together in a patch of sunlight, Psalm resting her head in Sky’s lap or draping a wing over him. As the physically tallest daemon of the bunch, Psalm delights in teasing fawning over her smaller daemon sisters, especially the younger ones. She will often sit on someone and happily brood, and while some may outwardly protest, everyone secretly enjoys it.

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FOUR + RHYME (ITALIAN HEBRAN HONEYBEE)

Four's daemon is an industrious, adaptable, cooperative, sociable species of honeybee, known for being assertive but not aggressive insects; they have a high threshold for what they consider threats, and will communicate using pheromones, body language, and vocalizations to make themselves as clearly understood as possible, but they will not hesitate to defend themselves if something is deemed a threat.

Four is empathetic, observant, passionate, and composed. Rhyme is the emotional, pragmatic, impulsive, competitive part of his personality.

Rhyme is usually kept in a protective case Four wears around his neck to prevent any harm from coming to her either in battle or out of it, due to her diminutive size, but he will happily let her out to stretch her wings when around people he trusts. While she is too small to outright cuddle with her sisters, Rhyme loves perching on their heads or burrowing into feathers or fur when it’s chilly, and she’s surprisingly expressive with her body language, though one might have to squint to see it.

When Four splits into his Colors, Rhyme also splits. Which means instead of one being in two bodies, they’re now one being in eight bodies. As in LU canon, none of the Colors is their own individual in this AU, merely a fraction of a larger whole. In turn, each iteration of Rhyme is an alternate part of each of the Colors, with Four’s soul fragmenting into smaller and smaller individual pieces the deeper you go down.

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TIME + MELODY (SPANISH FARON MASTIFF)

While menacing in appearance due to their sheer size and bulk, Spanish mastiffs are actually known for being protective, affectionate, quiet dogs, with a long history of guarding livestock; they are patient, easygoing, and surprisingly playful, good with children and tolerant of other animals, though their strong wills and stubbornness make them a challenge to handle for first-time dog owners.

Time is authoritative, jaded, and stoic, while Melody embodies his nurturing, hopeful, mischievous side.

Melody can often be found at Time’s side with one of his hands resting on her head or back. As the largest daemon in the group paired with the tallest person, they make for quite the intimidating pair and are downright deadly in battle together. Outside of battle, though, Melody becomes a big teddy bear, utterly content to let her daughters sisters use her as a pillow or mode of transportation, quietly communicating all the warm care and tenderness Time is sometimes too awkward to openly express. She is the one who introduced the musical motif the other Ellanharais also adopted when coming up with nicknames for themselves.

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TWILIGHT + ARIA (GRAY WOLF)

Twilight’s daemon is a social, cooperative, dedicated apex predator, who routinely work together to raise their young, defend their territories, and chase down their prey over vast distances; they are not overly aggressive and prefer to avoid conflict whenever they can, using body language, sent marking, and howling to diffuse tense situations and prevent costly fights between packs or individuals.

Twilight is focused, cautious, and opinionated. Aria is his easygoing, empathetic, people-pleasing side.

Aria instantly adopts most of the younger daemons in the group and dotes on them as much as they’ll allow. However, she turns into a big, besotted puppy whenever Time and Melody come into the picture and becomes adorably bashful around Malon’s pigeon daemon Rosamu. She is often found at Twilights right side, guarding his flank and watching his back while he focuses his attention on what’s in front of him. She also loves scritches and belly rubs and has nearly smothered Twilight more than once by sprawling on top of him too heavily while they sleep. While their initial transformation into Wolfie was traumatic and scarring at first, they have both grown to enjoy the occasional opportunity to truly travel, fight, and exist as one.

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WILD + TRILL (WEDGE-TAILED EAGLE)

Wild’s daemon is a loyal, resourceful, resilient species of raptor that is often found alone or in monogamous pairs, but will freely cooperate together with groups of up to 15 other eagles to take down larger prey; they are straightforward and communicative with their vocalizations and displays and also surprisingly playful, wrestling or playing food games with each other.

Trill is Wild’s dutiful, reserved, focused side, while Wild is the impulsive, playful, lackadaisical side.

Trill is rather choosy with and to whom she shows open affection. She can be very standoffish, preferring to let Wild do the talking for both of them, but once she trusts someone, she will often become very chatty and physically affectionate. It is common to see her riding around or napping on Aria's back, but she has begun opening up more to the others as well.

Because Wild lost all his memories in the Shrine of Resurrection, Trill had become unsettled when they finally woke up, taking the most basic shape a daemon can take, normally only seen with very young children: a small, floating, glowing ball of golden Dust. As they regained their memories during Wild’s quest and discovered more about themselves, Trill began taking on some of their old favored forms before eventually resettling for good as her original settled form, the wedge-tailed eagle. Despite physically being the same, though, there’s still that distance between who they are now and who they used to be, most evident in how their personalities have seemed to switch; Wild used to be more serious, focused, and responsible, and Trill used to embody the impulsivity, rowdiness, and wanderlust he kept tightly tamped down for the sake of duty and appearances. Both of them are still coming to terms with how much they have changed.

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LEGEND + LYRIC (EUROPEAN HYLIAN RABBIT)

Legend's daemon settled as a hardy, wary, sociable, territorial species of rabbit, able to survive and thrive in almost any environment; they are a keystone prey species, a vital part of almost any ecosystem they find themselves in, who must stay ever vigilant and rely on their speed, wits, and determination to stay alive.

Legend is blunt, private, and practical, while Lyric is the sensitive, sociable, sentimental side of him.

Legend has… a complicated relationship with his daemon’s form. He initially hides her away from the rest of the Chain out of paranoia and insecurity, keeping her in his pack at all times. What would Hyrule they think of the renowned Hero of Legend having a defenseless, soft little rabbit as a daemon? They would lose all respect for him, or worse, be disappointed. It isn’t until after the Twili crystal incident, and Twilight and Sky find out about Lyric’s form, that he starts to come out of his shell.

After the ice has been broken, Lyric leaps at the chance to interact with the other deamons more. She goads Aria or even Melody into games of chase, can finally properly pounce on Warriors’ daemon the next time she teases her, curls up into a little fuzzy ball with Hyrule’s daemon to nap, leaps up on Trill or Psalm or Wind’s daemon’s backs and coax them into giving her a ride, and holds Rhyme in her little paws to gloat that she finally knows a daemon smaller than her (Rhyme is not amused). She is the one who came up with the name for their group of daemons, which is a chorus, just like a group of Links is a chain.

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HYRULE + CADENCE (YELLOW-BELLIED GLIDER)

Hyrule’s daemon is a small, nocturnal glider species that is selectively social, close-bonding, and expressive, utilizing a number of chirps, whirrs, whistles, and growls to keep away intruders and keep tabs on each other; yellow-bellied gliders are incredibly active, hard-working creatures, spending up to 90% of their time awake foraging, and they can travel up to 2 kilometers in just 4 hours through a combination of climbing and gliding.

Hyrule is independent, wary, and agreeable. Cadence represents his dependent, connected, feisty side.

Cadence is generally quite a skittish daemon, who can normally be found clinging wide-eyed to Hyrule’s back, shoulders, chest, or arms, or hidden inside his tunic or pack. She has not interacted closely with many other daemons in her time (fairies do not have daemons), so she is still getting used to the physical affection the others offer. She does not dislike it; it is simply a lot. But she is gradually learning to love being nuzzled, cuddled, and carried, and she greatly enjoys riding around on the other larger daemons.

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WIND + SHANTY (MILITARY MACAW)

Wind settled just a couple months before the events of Linked Universe as a resourceful, gregarious, deeply loyal species of macaw; like all macaws, they can be quite loud, communicative, and expressive, and they have generally been described as having friendly, confident, playful dispositions, albeit with the occasional temperamental mood swing.

Shanty is Wind's meticulous, perceptive, down-to-earth side, while Wind is reckless, curious, and carefree.

As is befitting for a parrot daemon, Shanty spends much of her time perched on Wind’s shoulders or arms, though she does love being held and cuddled, too. She is still getting used to her settled form, and sometimes forgets she cannot shift like she once did, leading to some hilarious mishaps when she faceplanted on the ground trying to turn into a hermit crab, or one memorable instance where she nearly drowned while trying to become a yellowtail snapper. She gets very starry-eyed over the other demons and thinks all of them are the coolest for different reasons. She desperately wants to impress them and prove she’s just as badass as they are, so she can sometimes chafe under their well-meaning coddling.

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WARRIORS + BALLAD (RED FOX)

Warriors’ daemon settled as the confident, dependable, independent red fox, the most widespread and successful carnivore in the world, found in just about every available habitat, from jungle to tundra; despite being mainly solitary, these animals have a complex social hierarchy and can be seen in a wide variety of group settings, with vixens sometimes coming together during the breeding season to help raise each other’s cubs, and their mates bringing them food and also helping parent the new cubs.

Warriors is shrewd, charming, and diplomatic, while Ballad is more brash, cheeky, and candid.

Ballad, while generally friendly and warm with the other daemons (especially the younger ones), is also strangely skittish around them. She is fine initiating touch or curling up for a nice nap around or with someone else, but if touched unexpectedly, she tends to either bristle, growl, and retreat behind Warriors, or go very still and quiet. She shies away from any human hands except Warriors' (and even then there are days he doesn't touch her directly). They bring to mind other hands. Slim, small, elegant, painted hands that hurt, that took, that tainted- ...It’s fine. She’s fine. They’re fine. Everything’s fine.

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Resources:

Red-crowned crane analysis: https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=24990

Italian honeybee analysis: https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=23882

Tibetan mastiff analysis: https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=24552

Spanish mastiff information: https://dogtime.com/dog-breeds/spanish-mastiff

Gray wolf analysis: https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=23828

Wedge tailed eagle analysis: https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=26686

European rabbit analysis: https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=23718

Yellow bellied glider analysis: https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=24968

Military macaw analysis: https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=26591

Red fox analysis: https://daemonpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=24946

Art belongs to @/linkeduniverse

[honourablejester]

Wings Over Gotham Masterlist

A master post for my Wings Over Gotham Batman/DCU AU.

“Eighteen years ago, an earthquake ripped through Gotham City, and in the aftermath, instead of helping, the US government sealed the city under a ‘quarantine’ and left them to die. Two years later, when signs of life and even civilisation were still detectable inside the shattered city, the government sent the military in to reclaim and rehabilitate Gotham. Gotham has not forgotten, and they have not forgiven either.”

An AU where an altered version of No Man’s Land happened while Bruce was in his late teens/early twenties, and Batman was born in the hellish crucible of a trapped city that was left for dead and then violently retaken. Gotham may pretend to run by mainlander rules for the sake of those who would have died otherwise, but under the surface, Bruce, Jim, Leslie, Ivy and Oswald and their pack keep their own council, and look with jaundiced eyes on the mainland.

This story also includes a very non-traditional variation on A/B/O, where alpha and omega are expressed via psychic auras and not biologically, and those same auras allow empathic connection between pack members. (I wanted to play with the ideas of gender and pack from A/B/O, as well as a psychic expansion of the whole ‘pheromone’, ‘sensing/smelling emotions’ idea that is found in some A/B/O, but this story really is not focused on sex or biology, but the aftermath of attempted genocide and the tight-knit and extremely paranoid community that survives it. So I’ve essentially taken and adapted the bits of the trope that interested me for this story, and left the rest?)

22 Stories So Far

Harbour Day (1 chapter, POV Jim Gordon)

Eighteen years after the inciting incident, fifteen years after Gotham has been fully reintegrated after No Man's Land, the federal government would really prefer if Gotham City wouldn't still doggedly memorialise Harbour Day, the lives lost that night, the stubborn, damn near seditious amount of rage the city still feels about it. But Gotham doesn't work by mainlander rules anymore, and while they might choke the words down and avoid actually shooting the asshole in the face, neither Jim nor Bruce nor anyone else of Gotham City's pack will ever let the memory of No Man's Land, of Harbour Day, or anything else that was done to them, die.

Homecoming (2 chapters, POV Jason Todd)

The Lazarus Pit tore your aura to shreds. Or, maybe, dying tore your aura to shreds, and the Pit just didn't help. Jason Todd came back from the dead with all his pack bonds torn and his aura in pieces, driven by rage and emptiness. But Talia made a mistake. She let him too close. Even Jason's shredded mind and aura recognise his brother when he feels him, even when it's a brother neither he nor their father knew he had. So now, Jason is heading home to Gotham, a little brother in tow, to find out how much of his pack is left for him.

Set about a year before Harbour Day, a small prequel of an extremely battered Jason coming home.

The Cowardice of Heroes (3 chapters, POV Clark Kent)

Six months after the quarantine is lifted on No Man's Land, Bruce Wayne appears in polite society for the first time after being trapped for more than two years on the island, to run an auction to raise money for restoration efforts in the city. Speculation and torrid rumours are running wild through both Gotham society and the wider press, and two young reporters for the Daily Planet, one with rather more abilities and secrets than are readily apparent, score an invite to what will undoubtedly be the event of the year.

Another prequel to Harbour Day, this one set almost immediately after No Man's Land. A young Clark Kent witnesses the death, or rather stillbirth, of Brucie Wayne.

Tidal Hope (1 chapter, POV Oswald Cobblepot)

The two years Jason had been dead had been hard on Gotham. Mainlanders stepped lightly around Bruce's howling, grieving aura. But it had been hard on others too. After Jason comes back from the dead, bringing brothers in his wake, another brother comes home to Gotham, at least for a visit. But there's someone else he wants, needs, to talk to. And Oswald has always had the most aggravating fondness for this particular one of Bruce's kids.

Set shortly after Homecoming. Oswald Cobblepot helps shore up an exhausted and half-despairing Dick Grayson.

Here Be Monsters (1 chapter, POV Clark Kent)

Not long after Harbour Day, Clark Kent comes back to Gotham to interview SA Donald Mayers about his hostility towards the event, on the nudging of Leslie Thompkins. He gets an answer. Maybe not the one he expected, but an informative one nonetheless. There are, Mayers says, monsters in Gotham. But a monster to one man, might be a saviour to another. Which way is up in Gotham City? He doesn't find out, but maybe he doesn't need to just yet.

Diplomacy on the Shore (3 chapters, POV Bruce Wayne)

In which Bruce cannot function sanely when it comes to the Joker, Tim is incautious, it all goes tits up, and a new, alien force introduces itself to Gotham. Well. Not alien. Full Earth home-grown. But the difference is perhaps negligible from a Gotham point of view. And Atlantis brings trouble of her own to Gotham's shores, with war between them a very real potential consequence. But trust and diplomacy might win through.

Judgements of the Soulless (2 chapters, POV Jason Todd)

After the mess of the Atlantean almost-invasion, Jason Todd finds a moment to confront his killer. Or. Sort of. Because the Joker isn't exactly in a state to confront anything. And Gotham, her aura, might not be the only reason for that. Bruce and Jason were not the only ones with reasons to interfere with the Joker.

Champions of the Gods (2 chapters, POV Diana of Themyscira)

"Kal might not forgive her for coming. For wrangling an invitation to this Bruce Wayne’s most recent event, an environmentalist gala dedicated to the preservation of native American flora. It was a good cause, and one that Wonder Woman, or rather Princess Diana of Themyscira, was proud to support, but that wasn’t why she was here. And Kal might not forgive her for it."

Diana of Themyscira, made curious and concerned by the depth of her friend's reaction to this strange city, decides to follow in his footsteps and attend a gala at Wayne Manor, as well as overhear conversations that she shouldn't. Diana is a touch more direct, than Clark, however, and winds up speaking to the inhabitants more directly.

Love of the Broken (1 chapter, POV Alfred Pennyworth)

It was an underhanded tactic, to choose an hour of the morning when his family would be muddled and dazed and unlikely to pay attention to him, but in light of recent realisations, Alfred needs to have a conversation, and less ears and hearts to overhear it.

Alfred Pennyworth, the dark Goddess Gotham, and all the ugly, shamed, vicious parts of love and parenthood that you hope your children never have to see, or at least that they'll forgive you for if they do.

Worlds Gently Collide (3 chapters, POV Dick Grayson)

While working with Wally West on a case, a new type of drug that's been popping up in Blüdhaven and Central City, Dick's worlds start to collide a little bit. Old history and new land on his shore, because it turns out this drug is a Gotham drug. And given the type of drug, Oswald Cobblepot, Uncle Penguin, isn't about to let it touch him unscathed. His friendship with Wally is still tentative enough, but the Flash can roll with representatives of the Gotham mob rocking up on Blüdhaven's shore, right?

Or, some of the further consequences of Diplomacy on the Shore hit Blüdhaven, and Wally West gets introduced to Nicoletta, and Gotham's way of doing things. Not that he knows it's Gotham, yet, but still.

Trial and Error (1 chapter, POV Tim Drake)

The fallout of the fallout of the fallout. In the aftermath of Dick's assault and near-rape, the consequences of an older wound come to the fore. Damian is, unfortunately, neither stupid nor unobservant. And Tim has his own reactions to Dick, to Gotham, and to Damian. How many tries do you get before people stop tolerating you? Are you ever damned before you even start? But this is Gotham. So long as everyone's still alive, there's time to try at least once more.

Monsters All (1 chapter, POV Jim Gordon)

Mayers had never figured out where the Council met. He kept looking for Central, big civic buildings. That was where councils met, and didn't they fancy themselves a council? But No Man's Land hadn't had anything like that. They'd met, five territories, five enemies, in a shitty ruined diner outside all their territories. And they still did. To discuss ... one hell of a set of months. Invasion from all quarters. Gotham hasn't felt this exposed since the end of No Man's Land. But Ivy ... Ivy has a different plan for this conversation, and Jim and everyone else are just along for the ride.

The Aura Eaters (4 chapters, POV J’onn J’onzz)

J'onn J'onzz, the last Martian, lies captive in the pod of an alien ship as it makes planetfall. He is spent. Eaten. A husk of a thing. But they have made the smallest of errors, and if nothing else, he will try to be a nuisance before he dies. He will try to warn this world of the horror that comes for them. And, if he has the chance, he will try to fight for it.

An alien invasion comes to Earth. To Gotham. And in the process, a lot of worlds (metaphorically) collide.

The Lights on the Water (1 chapter, POV Jim Gordon)

In the aftermath of the Imperium's invasion, Agent Mayers steps into Jim Gordon's office, wanting to know what the hell ate an army. And, with Gotham revealed whether they wanted to be or not, Jim finally gets a chance to say some things he's wanted to say to this man since No Man's Land. They don't help, probably, but at least he gets a chance to say them.

Rest for the Wicked (1 chapter, POV Bruce Wayne)

In the aftermath of the invasion and his own choices, while his people and his city keep things going around him, Bruce Wayne pulls himself together and gets back up. With the help, and understanding, of someone who knows so very well what he's feeling. First, do no harm. But sometimes time and resources run out, and you have to make a choice. Leslie knows better than anyone, and she has some dark thoughts and secrets of her own, too. But they keep going, because someone has to.

Courage of the Fearful (3 chapters, POV Clark Kent)

After an almost alien invasion in Gotham, and a goddess' response, there are a lot of things Clark Kent should be worried about right now. He probably hasn't chosen the right one. But all questions of morality and even theology aside, Gotham is afraid of him. And he's not sure he can bear that. So. He has a decision to make.

Roots Watered In Blood (2 chapters, POV Pamela Isley)

With Bruce not dead and not taken, this time, despite his best efforts, Ivy and J'onn take a little minute, among the bodies of the invasion, to share grief and guilt and at least some attempted comfort.

Foreign Counsel (5 chapters, POV Lois Lane)

If Clark thought that Lois Lane would be content to sit back in Metropolis while he fell on his sword like she hadn't kept the exact same secret for the exact same reason ... well. His head hadn't exactly been in the game the past week or so. She'd probably forgive him. But what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and she had her own appointment with Gotham City. With ... Leslie Thompkins, in particular. But more than that. Because Gotham had an entire alien invasion happen, and nobody seemed to give a shit, and Lois hadn't written some of the best pieces of her life trying to bring attention to this city only to let it slide into the sea unremarked now. She had a meeting, and a job to do, and ... maybe more of both than she'd planned for going in.

What Happens If She Doesn't Kill You? (1 chapter, POV Agent Mayers)

Two days after his confrontation with Jim Gordon, Agent Donald Mayers has an unexpected conversation in a graveyard. It's not what he planned. It's never what he planned in this city. But it might be what he needed.

Bend Around The Break (1 chapter, POV Oswald Cobblepot)

Somehow, Oswald always seems to wind up holding other people's shattered children. But that's all right. Gotham's good at gluing people back together, a little more broken and a little more vicious than before. Barbara, in the wake of the last couple of weeks, needs a moment.

Peace Yet Unwon (2 chapters, POV Diana of Themyscira)

Diplomacy for the Justice League often falls to Diana of Themyscira. Unfortunately, they do not always reach 'diplomacy' at all. But at least an attempt was made. And they have strength, courage and grace to work with, so it may come right yet.

Space Oddity (1 chapter, POV Hal Jordan)

After J'onn and Batman and the Gotham contingent leave, Hal makes his escape out onto the roof, and from there up into the lonely emptiness of the sky, to take a minute and get himself together. He fucked that up. He knows he did, and he knows why. But apparently he needs to talk himself through it anyway, so he can stop fucking up.

(Hal might be his own worst enemy, here. But fortunately he also has friends).

[ahdraftingco]

Oneshot: A Simple White Lie

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

AO3 Crosspost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40499418

Rating: Explicit, readers are advised to read the warnings below before proceeding.

Warnings (in no particular order): Porn With Plot, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, BDSM, Choking, Daddy Kink, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Rough Sex, Knotting, Size Difference, Praise Kink, Age Difference, Mating Bites, Female Ejaculation (Squirting), Spanking, Hair-pulling, Dirty Talk, Begging, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Multiple Orgasms, Breeding Kink, Mild Degradation

Summary: The Mandalorian has hired you for a special repair job and you couldn't be happier…except for the fact that you did have to lie to get the work. It's impossible for that to affect you in the long run, right? However, as you start getting closer to him, you begin to realize how big of a lie it was to tell him that you're a Beta when you're actually an Omega, whose heat is about to become unmanageable…

Word Count: 11.5k+

A/N: I've always wanted to write an A/B/O story so here's another long oneshot with the usual A/B/O themes, please read all warnings before proceeding ♡ do note the breeding kink warning in particular, but the smut features safe sex practices meaning there is no actual pregnancy, just lots of orgasms! 

Also, I use gendered terms in this oneshot (lots of "good/little girl") and he does refer to himself as Daddy. Sorry (not sorry), blame my friend for sending me that clip of him saying "Daddy is a state of mind. I'm your Daddy." If you don't have a Daddy kink, you can read the alternative version on AO3 where he refers to himself as your Alpha instead. Enjoy! ~

It started with a simple white lie. When the Mandalorian asked Peli Motto for a worker's recommendation, she told him that you're the best and currently available. The only problem was that he was looking to hire a Beta. That was one of his requirements.

So, why did Peli lie and tell him you were a Beta? You still have no fucking clue. A part of you thinks it's because she owes you for fucking up your last job and the Mandalorian pays well enough to make up your losses. It wasn't like you couldn't fake being a Beta. 

You have your entire life, after all.

It's rare to have the genetic disposition you do and most assume they just don't exist anymore. There's as little Alphas out there as there are Omegas that there's really no reason to differentiate. Almost everyone is a Beta. Plus, with the new wave of technological advances, anyone can pass for a Beta if they get access to the right implant. You've had yours since you were young. It was the one thing your parents fought for. They knew the adversities you could face so they started your suppression at the earliest possible stage. Since then, they raised you as a Beta. They had your papers forged. They had your blood work altered. There's no record that you were ever considered an Omega.

The only times your status as an Omega slips out is when there's an Alpha who can sense your incredibly faint pheromones. Normally, the Alphas who do catch a whiff of you and actually notice are the ones who are desperately seeking a mate, yearning to find someone to forcefully breed with. That's why your last job went so awry.

Peli had asked for help renovating a ship for a client of hers so you agreed for the right price. Well, that client ended up being an Alpha and when they came to pick up the completed ship, they tried to assault you, claiming that you were their fated pair and that they had been searching for you to fill the lonely void in their empty life. They really shouldn't have told you that because it made your decision to shoot them point blank a bit easier, since you knew no one would be looking for them. It was then that Peli discovered you were an Omega. She also had no idea her client was an Alpha, which was understandable since they looked rather meek.

Alphas are usually physically well-endowed and exude an air of regality. However, that diminishes over time if an Omega rejects their pheromones, sending them into a state of decline. Since Omegas are a tad rarer than Alphas, the ones that are open about their status choose only the best of the best Alphas to be with. That leaves a good amount of Alphas in ruts all across the galaxies, desperate for both a sexual release and a mate to breed, especially after countless rejections.

That wasn't your first encounter with an Alpha but they almost always end the same. You have never found an Alpha whose pheromones don't repulse you, even if it's not always intentional. The moment your body unconsciously sends that rejection signal, the Alpha will get aggressive and try to claim you, which results in you shooting them with your blaster. It's self-defense, but it's unpleasant every time you have to do it.

You really hope you won't have to ever do it again, but you just never know. You would prefer it if it didn't happen while you're on the job with the Mandalorian, who is surprisingly nice to be around. You thought he would be a bit cold, but he's a gentle soul under all that beskar. The job he hired you for was to help him work on a Razor Crest that is going to take weeks, if not months to get working again.

"What happened to it?" You asked him when he showed the wreckage to you.

"It blew up." He responded bluntly and you remember laughing at his answer.

"I guess we have to unblow it up then." You teased him with a light joke and got to work.

As Peli said, you're the best for a reason. It wasn't impossible to build a ship back from scraps, though most people prefer to have at least a bulk of it still intact. Thankfully for the Mandalorian, it isn't the first Razor Crest you've worked on so this was going to be a long job but if anyone could get it done, it's you.

Though, you wonder why he wants a Razor Crest when he has a perfectly good starfighter which you gave to Peli because she needed to "borrow" a ship. Not that he needs to know that little factoid but it was technically your find, despite her crediting it as hers. Ultimately, she's the one who worked on it with him so you can't take full ownership over it anymore. It's the Mandalorian's ship now.

It's been a few weeks, or well, four months, since you've started working for him. Tython is a nice planet. There's an oddly peaceful aura in the air that you just can't quite put your finger on but it's there. It took you and the Mandalorian a full day to lug the wreckage of the Razor Crest over to a nearby cave at the base of a mountain, where you've set up camp.

After a decent amount of supply runs, the cave has become a cozy little rest area with a huge hunk of broken metal in the middle of it. You've set up lights all around the perimeter to illuminate the space and got some weather-proofing materials to make a partial door to the cave entrance. That helps when it starts to snow outside.

Tython can get pretty cold so you have to makeshift a portable heater to carry around with you using some spare parts and it helps. Sort of. Not really. Fuck, it's cold…

"Are you going to keep working through the night?" The Mandalorian asks you, looking up at you since you're suspended in the air by sturdy metal wires. You decided it would be easier to build a suspension system versus having to drag a ladder around every time you need to reach something on the ship.

"It's better to wait it out until it's a bit warmer to sleep." You breathe into your hands and see your breath. "The cave will warm up when I work on the engine."

"When was the last time you took a break?" He stands beside the lever that lowers you back to the ground. "You haven't eaten yet."

"Are you tracking my meals now, Mando?" You chuckle at him. "Let me finish placing these panels and then you can let me down."

You quickly pop the panels in place and then signal for him to pull the lever. It lowers you slowly until your feet touch the floor of the cave again. You unstrap yourself from the harness and brush off any metal shavings you might have lingering on your clothes.

"What did you bring back for me this time?" You stroll over to the Mandalorian, excited to see what he has brought.

Every time he goes out to handle a bounty, he comes back with something delicious from his travels. You don't know why he spoils you with such treats but you appreciate it regardless. He hands you a take-out box and you open it in front of him.

Your eyes beam at him when you see them. "Are these blue milk pancakes!"

"Yeah." He's brief but you don't mind his curt nature. It makes him even more endearing at times, especially when you can hear the smile in his voice.

"Have you had one yet?" You watch him shake his helmet and pout at him. "Why are you on my case about eating when you always refuse to eat too? Come on, we'll eat together."

You gesture for him to follow you over to the living space you've made. It's plain, but it gets the job done. You have a table with two chairs, a mattress on the floor with several big blankets on top of it, a fire pit, an array of supply chests and a cold storage unit for leftovers. The Mandalorian helps light a fire for you while you grab some plates and utensils for the food.

After portioning out the pancakes, you wait for him to take a seat before turning away, holding your plate in your hand. You always eat facing away from him, since it's the only way he'll take off his helmet. You haven't seen any part of him, not even the slightest bit of skin. He covers up very well and he must be warm under all those layers, which is great when it's freezing.

A sweet smell fills the air and you take a deep breath to savor it. All the treats the Mandalorian brings for you always smell so good and taste amazing. It sounds like he agrees because you can hear him chewing behind you since his helmet is off now. You enjoy these quiet, simpler moments with him.

Is it stupid to have a crush on a man you've barely interacted with? Probably, but your heart pounds just a little bit more every time he's around you. You've never felt that way about anyone before but he makes you all flustered sometimes, especially when he gets close to you when you’re both working on the ship together.

You try not to think about it so you decide to ask, "so how was the bounty?"

"Boring." He replies, his natural voice so smooth and deep that you wish he would talk a little bit more when he had the helmet off.

"More boring than working on this ship with me?" You make a joke but he takes you seriously.

"I would rather be here." His answer catches you off guard.

"Why?" You wish you could turn around and see what look he has on his face but you wouldn't dare do such a thing.

"I want to get the ship done." He is as curt as ever and you should've assumed that much.

What were you expecting? For him to say he'd rather be here because of you? You don't know why you feel so awkward all of a sudden.

"You can turn around now." His modulated voice startles you as you look back in his direction.

The Mandalorian has his helmet back on and has cleaned his plate. He's getting up so you assume he's going to either work on the ship or go to sleep. When he's here, you both take shifts sleeping, since it would be incredibly inconvenient to get robbed in the middle of fixing this ship.

For a second, you wonder what he's going to do but then he tells you, "does the refresher on board still work?"

"Ah yeah, it's functional, but it's not very…secure." You're still waiting for the panels to rebuild the enclosure for the refresher but the structure itself works.

"Then I'll be quick." He goes to grab a change of clothes out of a supply chest he brought. "You aren't going back to work on the ship yet, right?"

"I'm still eating so…" You rub the back of your neck nervously. "I'll stay right here until you're back."

The Mandalorian nods his head at you and then leaves to go to the ship. From here, you won't be able to see him, but you can hear him turn on the refresher since it is practically out in the open. It isn't like he hasn't taken a shower here before, but normally you go out when he does to gather supplies or some other excuse not to be in the vicinity. Right now, you can't do that because it's snowing pretty hard outside and you're sure that means he'll be stuck here with you for a while. It makes sense that he wants to wash up after chasing a bounty anyways…

In the still silence of the cave, you hear the Mandalorian stripping off his armor plates one by one until he has completely disrobed, presumably getting into the refresher quickly after. Your heart suddenly starts racing and you touch your chest, not really understanding what thoughts have caused your heart to go wild like this. Is it because you imagined what he must look like under all of that armor? No, that wouldn't make your heart beat this fast.

There's a strange feeling radiating in your body, something completely new and building quickly. It's compounded by the throbbing in your head that is almost mind-numbing.

Are you getting food poisoning?

You look down at your plate but your vision isn't stabilizing. Everything's getting blurry, like you're on the verge of fainting except you're wide awake and very alert. Then, you realize something…

There's no pancakes left on your plate. You ate them all already. So, what could this sweet smell flooding the air be? And why is it getting more overwhelming as the time passes? Every time you inhale, you are consumed by this beautifully inviting scent.

You unconsciously lick your lips and you have such a strong urge to taste something. You say something but you mean…fuck, what the fuck do you mean? Why are you thinking about…

"I'm going crazy." You get up from the table and stumble your way towards your mattress, collapsing onto it.

When did it get so hot? It was just freezing cold a few minutes ago but now heat is rushing through every part of your body and you need to get out of your clothes. You pull off your sweater but that isn't enough. Actually, it has gotten worse somehow. The more you expose your body, the hotter it gets.

What's going on? You've never felt like this before but you have this desperate need to be touched. Actually, you have a desperate need to be fucked. Not gently either. You're craving something harder, rougher. Animalistic. Primal. You want to be taken. You want to be filled as many times and as deeply as you can be. You want to be bred–

No, no, fuck no, stop it! There's no way. It's not possible. These thoughts are not real. You've never thought anything of the sort before, which can only mean…

You don't know how long the refresher has been off but you know the Mandalorian isn't showering anymore. Why are you focused on him all of a sudden? The moment you lock onto the thought of him, his strict voice floods in your ears, "close your eyes, right now."

He is so demanding that you listen without a second thought, pinching your eyes shut. You hear him coming closer to you and with every step, that lovely smell from earlier gets stronger and stronger. Then, you feel his hand clamp over your eyes. The subtle touch is enough to spark something inside of you and you hear him hold his breath.

"You're an Omega." He states in a single breath before holding it once again.

"Yes, I am." You can't believe this is happening.

You're actually going through your first heat. That's what this is. There's no other explanation for your crazed thoughts. But why are you–

"Why did Peli tell me you were a Beta?" There's a bite in his tone, like he's frustrated and it sends a panic through you.

"Because she wanted to make up for what happened to me during my last job with her." Your words come out all mumbly as you ramble a rather mediocre explanation, "she thought I was a Beta until I got attacked by an Alpha client of hers."

"You were attacked?" Fury pierces his voice now and you tense up at it.

"They could tell I was an Omega and they tried to bond with me against my will so I shot them." You explain what happened but he doesn't sound happy about it because he punches the wall of the cave beside the two of you, making you jolt.

"How are you an unbonded Omega? Don't you understand how unsafe that can be for you?" You can feel every word he says against your face, his hot breath dizzying. "What if you went into heat in a crowded place? You could get–"

"I've never been in heat before!" You shout back at him, unable to take all his questions head on like this. "This wasn't supposed to happen. I've never felt this way before. I don't even know why I'm like this…"

"It's because of me." He says something so unbelievable that it doesn't register for you at first so he has to spell it out for you. "It's because I'm an unbonded Alpha."

The Mandalorian is an Alpha? That makes a bit of sense. He's built. He has this air of superiority to him that is both menacing and incredibly attractive. Maybe that's why you want him to–

"That shouldn't matter." You shove your own thoughts away, reaching out and grabbing a hold of him unconsciously.

That's when you realize…he's naked. He must have gone straight to you from the refresher the moment you went into heat. Your hands are gripping onto his broad shoulders and the heat rising in your body gets even more unbearable every time you brush along his skin. You want to touch him more than this, wishing he'd give you an excuse to cling onto him. You would love to dig your nails into him while he–

"I've never been affected by an Alpha before." You let out in almost a heave, your mind spinning from how nice he smells. "I'm normally repulsed by their scent. I always reject them…"

"Are you repulsed by mine?" The Mandalorian leans in closer and you drown in his delicious smell. You want nothing more than to lean in too and drag your tongue along his skin, craving what he must taste like, everywhere.

"I like the way you smell too much." You confess with a sharp inhale. It's as if your lungs are unable to handle the close proximity and you're struggling to breathe correctly. His presence is weighing you down monumentally but you want him to be here, overpowering you. You want him to press you into this mattress and–

"Stop thinking about that." He says through gritted teeth, reading your mind somehow. "I can't hold back if you keep releasing pheromones that beg me to fuck you like a savage."

Is the Mandalorian going into a rut? Oh no, that's not good. If he ruts while you're in heat, all hell will break loose and neither of you are getting up out of this mattress until he's certain you've been thoroughly bred. It's not like you could get pregnant given your implant, but that doesn't matter. The need to fuck until you're dripping with his release will still be there and there's no telling when he'll be satisfied.

"What do we do?" You grip his shoulders tighter, your nerves blending with your desire for him. He notices your shakiness, which must influence his next set of words.

The Mandalorian huffs out in a stern tone, "I need you to shoot me before I rut, just like those other Alphas."

You answer almost too quickly in response, "I can't do that!"

"You should." There's a strain in his voice. He must be using all of his remaining willpower to hold himself back from pouncing on you. "Fuck, you really should just shoot me."

"No, I don't want to hurt you." You reach up when you tell him that, cupping his face in your hands. He has uneven stubble and it scratches your palms as you caress his jaw. You like that he's a bit messy beneath the helmet. You like him. You have this whole time and maybe it was partially due to his pheromones but you genuinely enjoy his company and you can't fucking shoot him. Not when you want him this badly.

"Are you sure?" He wants you to be certain. "I can't guarantee I won't lose my mind in the next few seconds because fuck, you smell incredible. You always smell incredible but I never thought it was because you were an Omega. I've never been so enamored by someone before. Omegas are usually the ones who are affected by me..."

"Is that why you only wanted a Beta to work for you?" You don't know why you decide to ask that now but you're curious.

"I've dealt with what you have, but on the opposite end of the spectrum. Omegas throw themselves at me the moment they get a whiff of my scent, even when I'm covered from head to toe. But you never noticed?" He sounds a bit disappointed about that so you try to reassure him that you are most definitely affected by him too.

"I didn't realize. I thought…I thought it was the food." You admit, feeling embarrassed about it. "You always bring back sweets and that's the only time you take off the helmet so I just thought…"

"I smell sweet?" His tone softens a little and you nod against the hand holding your eyes shut.

"Like candy. I just want to–"

"Don't say another word." The Mandalorian silences you immediately. "I'll be at my breaking point if you say something like that."

"It's okay if you break." You hit that point of no return when he hinted at how much he wants you.

"You don't mean that, do you?" You're certain if you could see the look on his face, there would be disbelief in his eyes.

"I want you." You're firm, despite your aching need to be submissive. You need him to know you're willing to go all the way with him.

"Say it again." The Mandalorian commands, giving you that dominating tone you've been craving, and your whole body surges with delight.

"I want you so fucking badly." You let your desperation leak out. "Please."

"Then, I need you to take a pill for me, to induce temporary blindness." You feel his fingers against your lips and you open your mouth unconsciously.

The Mandalorian waits for a sign that you're consenting to this so you don't stop yourself from sticking your tongue out to brush along his fingertips, obviously ready for whatever he wants to give you. His fingers slowly dip between your lips and you take that as an invitation to suck on them, feeling his rough calluses on your tongue. You can't hold in your moan when he pushes his fingers deeper all of a sudden, loving the mild aggression in his movements.

"Look at that pretty mouth, sucking on my fingers like you're desperate for my cock to replace them." His leg pushes between yours, letting you grind up against his thigh. Your eyes roll back at the sensation and he can feel them do so against his other hand. "Can you come like this?"

You nod, aching for that release as he shifts to give you better access to his thigh. You rub up against him and a rush of heat fills your body when you realize you're soaked through your pants with how turned on you are. He can feel it clearly on his bare leg and you muffle another moan against his fingers in your mouth..

"Make yourself come. I want to see you make a mess of yourself before I make a mess of you." He's perfectly demanding and you do as instructed, using his thigh to get yourself off. "Good girl, just like that. Come for me."

The Mandalorian forces his fingers further down your throat right as your orgasm hits you. You choke on every moan that wants to sneak out of your lungs. The pleasure that shoots through you is unbelievable at the combination of sensations and when he finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth, your breaths are filled with need.

After a second of watching you catch your breath, he moves away and when he comes back, he slips a pill between your lips and you swallow it without hesitation. It's a tiny pill and it dissolves pretty quickly, though you only assume it's quick. You're still in a daze from having came so hard.

"I'm going to take my hand off your eyes now and your vision should be blurry. You'll be able to make out shapes but you won't be able to see clearly for a while. Your vision should return in a day or two." He's gentle with his explanation, like he's worried you're going to be uncomfortable. That sobers you up a bit from your orgasmic high because you want to comfort him.

So, you reassure him with a kind tone, saying, "I would never do anything to jeopardize your creed, Mando. I don't mind being blind for a bit if it means being with you."

"Din." He tells you sweetly. "I want you to call me by my name."

"Din. What a nice name, rolls off the tongue." You slowly open your eyes then and you can't see him clearly but you can make out the shape of his body. You can see the outline of his face, no distinguishable features though. At least you know he has messy stubble to caress when you touch his face.

"How badly does it ache now?" Din asks, his hands resting at your hips now, gripping the waistband of your pants.

"Terribly." The heat inside you burns even more so after the first orgasm and you just want to be touched.

"Then, take off your clothes." You don't know if it's because he's an Alpha or because his voice is just that tantalizing but you comply all too easily, stripping off the rest of your clothes.

Din shifts on top of you as his hands run along every curve of your naked body. Your breath catches in your throat at how subtly ticklish his touches make you feel.

"I love the way you keep releasing more and more pheromones every time I touch you." He presses his lips against your neck and you can't hold back moaning at the feeling. "Don't be afraid to be vocal since I'm not holding your mouth hostage anymore. Let me hear what you sound like when you feel good."

How does he expect you to be vocal when his lips trail up from your neck to kiss your lips, stealing your breath away? You sink your hands into his hair as you kiss him back, feeling his soft curls. Your tongue wraps around his and you feel lightheaded from how hot his mouth is against yours. You crave more of him so your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer to you so you can press his hard cock against you.

"You're being a bad girl." He bites your bottom lip after he says that, causing your whole body to tremble as he drags his teeth lightly against your now swollen lip from the passionate kissing. "Do you want me that much?"

"Yes." You cling onto him, desperate to be closer. "I have never wanted someone as much as I want you right now."

"Do you only want me right now?" His tone shifts and it's like you can feel a longing in the air. "Sorry, I shouldn't ask that while you're in heat. Ignore me."

"It's okay to ask." You go to caress his face with your hand as you answer, "as long as it's okay for me to say that I've wanted you for a while now."

"Really? But you didn't know I was an–"

"It didn't matter to me. I would've wanted you even if you weren't an Alpha." You lean up, pressing a kiss against his forehead. "I'm very attracted to kind souls, not genetic dispositions."

"I could say the same." He kisses you on the forehead in exchange, before slowly kissing down your body, giving your heart the flutters. "I've wanted you since you made that terrible joke."

"Which one?" You tease him, squeezing his shoulders as his lips kiss every inch of your skin.

"All of them." Din smiles against your lower stomach, hovering very close to where you want him to be. "You always make me feel comfortable with your playful, carefree attitude."

"Maybe it's the pheromones." You joke and feel another smile on his face in response to it.

Then, he spreads your legs, holding them in his strong arms. His question contrasts so much with his actions, "do you believe in fated pairs?"

Din kisses along your inner thighs as you think of what to say in response. You know of them but they are practically non-existent. A fated pair, soulmates, an Alpha and an Omega who are destined to be together, so much so that they only ever react to each other. They yearn for each other so immensely that they reject every other person until they meet their fated partner. Only then do their full-fledged pheromones finally unleash.

"Are you asking because you believe that we are?" You settle your hand in his hair, brushing it back just to feel it between your fingers.

"When I was a foundling, I was given a suppression implant." Din gently massages your thighs as he tells his story to you, "the Mandalorians ensured that my pheromones would be so light, only those with a great desire for a mate would detect it. I wasn't ever supposed to be capable of rutting and yet, here we are. I have never wanted someone the way I want you."

"Me too." You touch your stomach with your free hand so you can point out your own truth. "I have the same implant. I wasn't ever supposed to go into heat either but I did because of you. I want you and only you, Din."

"Don't say that or I might actually make you mine." He warns you but you shake your head at him.

You have already made this decision and you'll stand by it. "I'm already yours, so mark me."

"We can't take it back if I get carried away." There's concern in his voice again.

"Would you want to take it back?" It has to be a mutual decision. You wouldn't want him to bond with you unless he wanted it too.

"No. Never." Din is firm with his promises. "I want to protect you. I want to hold you. I want every piece of you. I want to be yours and for you to be mine."

"Then, can I think about fucking you? Because I've been trying very hard to keep it to myself." You let out the laugh at your dumb joke and Din suddenly laughs with you. You almost miss it because of your own laughter but you quiet yourself in time to hear his beautiful chuckle.

"I'll give you a lot to think about, so let me fuel your desire for me." He brushes his lips against your clit with every word he says and you bite the back of your hand to stop yourself from reacting to how good it feels to finally be touched where it aches.

Your grip tightens in his hair as his tongue takes over, drawing circles around your clit. Your whole body is firing up in response, the heat surging straight to your core. The tension begins to coil inside of you once more and it feels like you'll burst any second now.

"You're going to come again already?" He moves away from you to say that.

"How did you know?" You're surprised he can tell.

"I don't know. I just do." Din drags his tongue upwards so he can taste all of you for a second before telling you his thoughts. "It's like I can feel your pleasure while I'm giving it to you."

"Do you think it's…"

"Probably." He answers your question without you needing to finish it. "It makes sense if we're fated to be together for us to be this connected."

"I can't imagine–" You decide not to say anything more. If Din can feel the way he's making you feel, then when you both are feeling good, it must be phenomenal.

"Are you getting ahead of yourself? I'm not done here yet, naughty girl." He goes back between your legs and you are immediately sent back into a state of tension that's begging to burst free.

It must be the heat but you're more sensitive than usual and Din is incredibly gentle with his movements to compensate. He is slowly coaxing another orgasm out of you and you can't explain it but you are so needy for more. It's not just more of this pleasure that you want, but you're craving him. You want more of him, specifically him taking you, making you his, completely ruining you, using you for his own needs. You have no idea where these thoughts are coming from but they flood your mind as you get closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Be vocal." He stops to say that, making you whimper at the loss when you were right at the edge. "Tell me what you want."

You obey without hesitation. "I want to come, please."

"If you want to come, you'll have to ask me directly. Let me hear you beg for it." His voice is so low and compelling that you submit, throwing all your dignity aside.

"Please, Din, make me come. I want you to make me come, please." You're on the verge of tears from the ache.

"What a good girl you are. Such a good listener, my precious Omega." His words send a new feeling through you. It's something about the way he claims you with them. You're his Omega, at least you hope so…

"Am I really precious to you?" A wave of insecurity wafts through you and you cover your eyes with your hands, feeling strangely vulnerable.

This must be what they said happens when you're unbonded. There's always that lurking need to be loved, to be someone's mate. You've never felt that need before right now and it's making you ache in a whole new way. You want to be his, permanently. You don't want to feel alone anymore.

"I'm not going to answer that." You don't know how to react to his words, but they make your heart skip a beat. "I'm just going to show you how precious you are to me."

Without warning, Din lugs your legs over his shoulder, pulling your lower body off the mattress. His arms wrap around your thighs, holding you in place as he starts fucking you with his tongue. You're so caught off guard by the sudden aggression that you come almost against your will, your body bursting before your mind can even catch up. Your orgasm is prolonged because he refuses to move his tongue away from you, needing to lick all of it up.

"Of course, you taste perfect, especially when you come." His praises cause the heat in your body to rush straight to your head and those desperate thoughts of yours spill out once again.

"More." You plead, the desire overtaking you. "I need more."

"More of what?" His tone is agonizingly alluring. "More praise or more of me?"

"Both. All of it. Everything." You can't deal with it anymore. It's like you're being tormented by your own insatiable needs.

"Use your words." He says rather strictly. "I'm not going to do anything if you aren't being clear."

What do you want? It's exactly what you said. You want everything. But, you need to pick something. What do you want right now?

"Praise me when I go down on you." You decide on that. "Tell me how good I make you feel, how I'm your perfect Omega and that you'll take care of me because I take care of you so well, please."

Din gently lets your legs settle back on the mattress and shifts himself so that he's leaning his back up against the wall of the cave. In the blur of your vision, you can tell that he's sitting, waiting for you to make your way between his legs.

"Make me do it." You shift your head up to look right at him, hoping your eyes are meeting his even if you can't see them yourself.

"Get over here and put my cock in that pretty mouth of yours." Din's hand reaches forward and grabs you by the hair, tugging your head forcefully towards his lap. "I want to see you fit me all the way down your throat. Don't disappoint me."

"I would never." You breathe out just an inch away from his cock. It's blurry in your vision but you can make out the outline and he's huge.

You knew that going into this because Alphas are usually at a physical prime due to their genetics. They only decline if they've been rejected time and time again, but Din told you that he has been sought out before by Omegas, which only increases his physicality in the long run. If he's the one rejecting, then his body just prepares for the moment where he does find his mate, creating a physique that is borderline sinful. Not to mention, his stamina is probably off the charts.

"Stop daydreaming and suck my cock already." How is he so perfectly demanding?

You don't hesitate anymore. You lean in and drag your tongue along every inch of him. You've severely underestimated him. It might just be your imagination, but you swear he got thicker as your lips wrapped around his tip. You take the time to tease the tip a little, memorizing the shape of it before you sink further down his length. The more he fills your mouth, the crazier your desire to have him fuck you grows.

"Touch yourself." He commands, slipping his hand into your hair to grip it tightly. "I want you to come while you choke on my cock."

Fuck. You curse to yourself at how aroused you're getting from his demands. There's no way you aren't going to listen to him so you dip your hand between your legs. You debate on what to do and decide on fingering yourself, thrusting two of them in. You're so wet that you can barely feel them inside of you so you have to add another finger. Your body is obviously gearing up for something much, much bigger, but you'll have to settle for your own hand until he's ready to take you.

It takes you a while to get to the base of his cock but you moan a sigh of relief when you finally fit him all the way. He seems rather impressed, saying, "if only you could see how well you're deepthroating my cock. You look absolutely gorgeous, all filled up like this."

You want him to take control now because his praise has made you all too desperate to come and you can't focus on sucking his cock when you're so close. That's why you reach up with your free hand, pressing against his hand on your head, urging him to take over.

"I won't hold back if you want me to fuck your mouth. Is that what you want, little girl? For Daddy to use your pretty mouth?" Din waits to feel you nod and you can almost hear the smile in his voice. "Then you better come a lot while I'm fucking your mouth. Make me jealous that I'm not fucking you."

That's a challenge you will gladly take any day. Din starts thrusting upwards into your mouth as his hand keeps a firm hold in your hair. Every time he hits the back of your throat with his cock, your knees buckle. Your hand gets drenched from your orgasms but that doesn't stop you from making yourself come over and over again. Tears forcefully flow down your face every time he shoves his cock as deep as it can go down your throat and you have no idea why your body times your orgasms to match that motion. You cry out every time, reeling from how hard you came.

You realize after a while that Din is not going to finish in your mouth. He confirms this when he says, "don't expect me to come down your throat. I wouldn’t dare waste it like that. You're getting every drop pounded into you until you feel it dripping down your thighs."

He lifts your mouth off of him then, watching as the saliva drips down the sides of your lips for you to lick up. Then, when you've gotten enough air in your lungs, you ask, getting a bit bratty, "are you going to fuck me already or do I have to keep daydreaming about it?"

"That's not a very polite way to speak to your Alpha." Din points out but you really don't care anymore. You've been obedient but that hasn't gotten you where you want it to so you throw your compliance away for a minute.

"Are you really an Alpha when the only part of me you've dominated is my mouth? Not to mention, I'm the one who told you fuck my mouth, so really, did you do anything?" A smile curves on your face because you know you deserve a slap for that. Those are fighting words and you can hear Din grit his teeth at them.

"You're being a brat on purpose." He calls you out.

"So, what if I am? What are you going to do about it?" Your defiance is palpable and it's rewarded with a yank of your hair up towards his face.

Din forces you to straddle his lap and says, "sit, now."

His cock presses up against your entrance and you nearly break because you're just aching to be filled up. However, you need to keep up the act because so far, it's working in your favor so you defy him yet again with a simple "no".

"Did you just say no to me?" He sounds fucking pissed now.

"What if I did?" Your lips hold your smirk all too well and you know that just makes him more angry.

Angry enough for him to grab a hold of your hips to thrust himself inside of you in a single push, practically splitting you in half in the process. You go to let out a scream but his hand is around your throat before the air can even leave your lungs, choking you so you can't make a sound. Your eyes roll back then and you unconsciously grind your hips as an orgasm forcibly shoots through you.

"Aw, did my cute little Omega just come from being silenced?" He berates you and you don't know why the mocking praise lit an even hotter fire inside of you. "I guess you run that foul mouth of yours because you want to get choked. Isn't that right?"

You know you shouldn't do it. You shouldn't keep pissing him off but the word slips out before you can stop it, "no."

"No?" He tightens his grip around your throat. "So, you aren't going to come when I do this?"

Suddenly, you feel his other hand slip between your legs. You expected to feel his fingertips rub against your clit but…instead, his hand balls up into a fist, resting at the base of his cock that's buried inside of you. Every time you wriggle just a bit, you brush your clit against his knuckle and you nearly come from the subtle graze. There's something about how hard his knuckle is that applies just the best pressure against your clit.

"Go ahead and grind on me." His voice gets so sensual when it lowers. "You're already being naughty. Might as well see how far you can get."

Din throbs inside of you and you can't believe how deep he is. Again, it might just be your imagination but it feels like he's growing thicker just resting inside of you. You know it's possible, but you assumed it would only grow when he's knotting. If he can get bigger than this, you're in for one hell of a ride.

"Move, little girl." He almost shouts his demand at you. "Or, I'll do it for you."

"You say that like it's a threat." You roll your hips against him then, taunting him a little. "We both know you want to fuck me. We both know you want to make me your mate so you can breed me. I can almost feel you knotting already."

"You act like that isn't what you want too." He bites back with a growl. "You know you want me to fuck you until you're begging to be filled over and over again. You want me to knot so that every time I finish inside of you, that warmth stays put and you revel in the feeling of your body being claimed by me.'

"You talk a lot for someone who is supposed to be an Alpha, Din." You whisper his name softly as you go, "where's that big, scary Mandalorian energy that you bring out when you're hunting your prey? I think you're going to need it to tame me."

"Once I start, I'm not going to stop." He issues a final warning, as if urging you to back down now if you aren't ready.

But, you've been ready, so you tell him, "you better not stop until you've marked me and made me your mate for life."

"Is that what you want? To be mine forever." He leans forward, his lips brushing against yours. "Tell me, my precious Omega, who owns you?"

"You do." You seal your fate with a kiss.

Din immediately grips your hips with his hands hard enough to leave marks in your skin as he pounds up into you, making you moan against his lips with every thrust. He dictates a pace for you to ride his cock and once you've started to do so on your own, he moves his hands away from your hips. He positions one of them back into a fist at the base of his cock so that every time you ram his entire length into you down to the hilt, your clit rubs up against his knuckle. You come all too easily from that and he wraps his other hand around your throat so that when he feels you clenching around him, he chokes you out right as you orgasm.

You see stars in your blurry vision but you don't mind them. You know you won't pass out. There's no way you would dare to miss his first orgasm.

"Are you ready to be mine?" His hand twists your neck, exposing your nape to his lips. "The moment I do this, you're never escaping me."

You can feel the base of his cock begin to swell and you bite your lip to contain your excitement. You've finally found your mate. Not just your mate, but your fated pair. Your destiny.

You've never been more ready for anything in your entire life so you tell him, "mark your territory, Din. Show everyone that I'm your Omega."

With those words, the base of his cock swells up into that knot you have only ever heard about before. It stretches you out in the best kind of way and you let out a loud whimper as Din sinks his teeth into the base of your neck the moment he thrusts deep inside of you and spills everything he has been keeping in this entire time. It's hot and endless. He pumps every bit of his release inside of you, forcing his knot to pop in and out, making you come every time from the feeling of being made his.

Something else takes over the both of you after that. Something primal, raw, unstoppable. It's the need to mate. It's the only thing on your mind and you can only assume he feels the same by the low grunts he makes as he shoves you into the mattress seamlessly so he can start fucking you from behind like an animal.

You welcome it, balling your fists up in the sheets as he slams his cock inside of you, his knot still there, still fully present, still popping in and out of you. You scream into the mattress, tears welling up in your eyes from the intensity of being fucked this roughly.

"Don't act like you don't like it." He sounds twisted but in a soft kind of way. "My little girl loves being fucked like this, doesn't she?"

"Yes." You repeat the same word over and over as he drills you deeper into the mattress. "Don't stop until you're sure you've thoroughly bred me."

"Ah, I see." He grabs a hold of your lower stomach, gently caressing the softness of your tummy. "You want me to fill you up until you feel it here, don't you?"

You can't speak, not when he's fucking you just right, hitting a spot that is so deep inside of you that he must actually be able to feel it against his hand. You simply nod in response because that is what you want. You want to be fully consumed by him.

"What a perfect girl, handling my cock so well." He presses down against you until you're lying completely flat. His cock pounds into you at a brand new angle that sends shivers through your body.

All the while, he leans forward, bundling your hair in his hand until he has found a decent enough grip to pull your head back so he can look at your face when you come. You can't count the number of times you've came already, but you know it's not stopping anytime soon.

"Open your mouth." He instructs and you do so immediately, feeling his fingers fill them once again. You wrap your lips around them, humming at the feeling of being filled at both ends like this. "Good girl, look at how happy my Omega is. It feels good to be mine, doesn't it?"

You nod, drooling a little bit from the way his fingers play with your tongue as they sink deeper down your throat. Din thrusts deep inside of you once again, filling you up and keeping it there with his swollen knot. He takes a deep breath after that orgasm and then he suddenly smacks your ass. You bite down on his fingers instinctively, which he rewards with another smack on the ass.

"Sorry, I have to enjoy this for a little longer before I flip you over so I can watch the way you react when I fuck you nice and slow." He finishes his words with another slap. "Unless you want me to keep being rough with you?"

You wouldn't mind either way but you end up shaking your head because you want to be on your back so you can hold onto his shoulders.

"I like my honest girl. Do you want Daddy to spoil you a little?" He takes his fingers out of your mouth so you can speak again.

"Yes, please." You say softly and he presses a kiss on the back of your head.

"I'll be gentle pulling out of you." Din massages your back with his hands as he slowly slips out of you. The hardest part is trying not to tighten up as his knot pops out, but he whispers sweet words to you the whole time that soothe you into easing up. "You're doing so well. Keep it up, baby girl."

Once his cock is completely out of you, it feels so terribly empty. The only thing keeping you feeling sane is how much he came inside of you but it's spilling out of you as the seconds go by. You don't know why that makes you so sad. It must be something about being an Omega where you can't stand the idea of losing him.

"I'm here." He helps you onto your back and you realize you had a wave of loneliness because he actually got up and grabbed a warm towel so he could clean you up a bit. "I've got you, my precious girl."

"Don't leave anymore." You murmur, shy about how needy you're being.

"I'm never going to leave you again." He seals his promise with a kiss on your lips.

"Good." You nudge his nose with your own. "You wouldn't be able to either way. Our bond would make you miss me too much."

"That's very true. Daddy will always miss his little girl." He peppers your face with kisses after he says that, making you laugh.

"You know, I'm not all that little." You are most certainly an adult, after all. The only thing that makes you little compared to him is the way his body engulfs yours and the age difference.

"You feel very little when you're writhing beneath me after coming so hard." His words draw a scream from your lips. Your heat has died down quite a bit so now that you're hearing his words much more sober, you get all flustered.

"Have you always been a bully?" You pout before leaning up and taking a bite out of his neck.

"Depends, are you going to keep doing that if I bully you?" The smirk on his face is apparent in his voice and you roll your eyes at him.

"Now, you're being a brat." You jab at his shoulder.

"You don't like having a taste of your own medicine?" He gets close enough to touch your lips with his. "Shall we call a truce for the rest of the night? If I promise to treat my little girl with care, will you promise to be good for Daddy?"

"Yes, I promise." You confirm with a nod against his nose.

"I love my good girl." His words cause your heart to skip a beat.

"Do you?" You don't know why you blurt that out but you couldn't stop it.

"I do. It's okay if you don't feel the same yet, but I do love you and I hope to have you fall in love with me soon." The vulnerability in his voice is so sweet and you feel like crying because he's everything you could ever want in an Alpha.

"I am falling in love with you, Din. One sweet treat at a time." You tease him before grabbing a hold of his face to pull him in for a well-needed kiss.

You both lay there, kissing for a while, until the desire stirs inside the both of you again. You don't know who starts it, but you end up with your hands roaming his body as his tongue steals your breath away, deepening your previously soft kisses. Maybe it's the love confession, but you can tell that Din is taking extra special care of you. He kisses every inch of your body, from your forehead down to your legs. Every small peck sparks a deeper feeling inside of you. It's not an intense need like you had during your heat, but a more intimate desire to be close to him.

Din feels it too because he settles himself between your legs, rubbing his cock along your folds to tease your clit a bit. You whine at his actions and you can hear the smile on his face when he says, "are you missing my cock already?"

"I thought you said you weren't going to bully me anymore." You pout at him again and he lets out that beautiful chuckle of his.

"I'm sorry. You're just so adorable when you're needy." He guides himself back towards your entrance and you are seething with anticipation. "I'll go slow this time. I want to make love to you, my soulmate."

"Stop with the fluff, I'll start crying." You're way too emotional to handle such softness from him.

"You don't want me to?" He pulls away a little and you can sense the worry in the air.

"No, I don't mean that." You need to reassure him that you are both on the same page. "I just think you're being too cute and it's making my heart grow tenfold and I don't want to be crying while we make love even if they are happy tears."

Din chuckles once again and a wave of relief washes over you when you hear it. Then, he says, "I'll try not to be too cute. Maybe we should go back to fucking instead."

"Make love first, then fuck me until I know exactly who my Daddy is." You open your arms up and he lets you wrap them around him, holding onto his shoulder blades as he slowly slips back inside of you. "Just like that. You fit perfectly inside of me, Din."

"I better." He smiles against your lips before he kisses you again.

You notice then that his knot has disappeared when his hips meet yours and you kind of miss it but you know it will swell up again once he's close to his orgasm. For now, you just lay back and enjoy the feeling of him buried deep inside of you while his lips are kissing yours like you are his precious girl. He makes you feel so loved.

"I'm so happy I met you, Din." You tell him fondly when you both take a momentary break to breathe between kisses. "Is it bad to say I'm glad Peli lied to you?"

"Very bad." He bites your bottom lip as a small punishment. "But I'll let it slide since that lie brought me to you."

"Me and my stellar ship building skills." You flash a smile at him and he laughs delightfully.

"That too. Such a skilled girl. I love watching you work and seeing you get all giddy when you get something done right." The way he's praising you right now warms your heart and you nuzzle yourself into the crook of his neck, feeling shy.

"I can't believe you've been looking at me this whole time and I didn't even realize you had a crush on me too." It's silly to talk of it like that but that's the truth. You both had crushes on each other…

"It would've been hard to tell when I wear a helmet all the time." He has a point there.

"To think, this all started because you stripped to take a shower." You chuckle to yourself and he shares your sentiment.

"Maybe I should've done that earlier. We missed out on quite a few weeks of this." Din rolls his hips against you and you bite your lip at the feeling. "I guess we'll just have to make up for it now."

He rests his hand on your lower stomach so he can press his thumb against your clit as he starts slowly increasing the length of his strokes. You arch your back at the sudden movement, craving more of this feeling. He reads your mind because he swirls his thumb over your clit, teasing you while you get used to being fucked again.

"How does it feel, my little girl? Tell me." Those last two words linger in the air since your breath catches in your throat from how close you're getting to your orgasm.

"So good. I'm close." You let out with a sigh of pleasure.

Din stops all of a sudden and you squirm beneath him. You should've expected him to say, "tell Daddy what you want. Ask politely."

"Will you make me come, please?" You aren't going to stall. You just want to unravel already.

"Good girl." He leans in and takes your lips against his again.

When he begins rubbing your clit again, you dig your nails into his back, slowly being taken over by the way his cock is pounding into you. He's still slow, but his movements are much more focused now, hitting that spot you love more often. It doesn't take long for you to reach a rather delicate orgasm, the kind that ripples lightly through you, giving you a warm blissful state of mind. He has the same kind of orgasm when he spills into you. His knot doesn't swell as much as earlier because it's such gentle love making but it feels warm all the same.

"You're so beautiful when you come." Din stares at you for quite some time afterwards, caressing your face with his warm hand.

"I bet I could say the same about you." You reach up to ruffle his hair a bit.

"Would you like to see me?" His question shocks you to the core that you snap out of your orgasmic high pretty quickly.

"C-Can I?" You stumble on your words because you just don't know what's appropriate. You wouldn't want to do anything to break his creed.

"We're bonded now, so you are allowed to see me if you want to. It isn't frowned upon since fated pairs are rare and the Mandalorians respect the will of the universe. So, they leave the choice to us." Din gently lays his forehead against yours as he asks again, "would you like to see me?"

"Of course." You lean in against him, smiling. "How could I not want to see my handsome Alpha?"

"I prefer Daddy, but I'll take that too." He matches your smile on your lips before kissing you.

"Is there a reason you prefer Daddy?" You playfully shove him a little.

"You'll meet him soon." Din's words baffle you and he laughs at your reaction, explaining, "I have a foundling. I'm rebuilding the Razor Crest because it was our home. Now, it'll be yours too."

"You do know I actually have a house, right?" You tease him, but he sounds genuinely surprised to hear that.

"On Tatooine?"

"Yeah. Peli's hopefully looking after it while I'm here but once I'm done fixing your ship, why don't we go back and I can show you your new home base?" You offer him a place to call home.

"I'd like that, a lot." He couples his words with a twitch of his cock inside of you and you feel his knot start to swell up even more now.

How does he know how to rile you up with such a simple action? It's like your body understands what his is trying to signal to you and you tighten up around him.

"Someone's trying to milk my cock." Din pops out of you then and you bite back a whimper, missing the feeling of his knot already. "You're going to have to grip harder if you want me to stay inside of you."

You should've known what he was going to do the moment he flipped the switch and started sounding eagerly sadistic. He slides his cock out of you until only the tip is inside then right when you think he's going to leave you entirely, he rams himself back into you, knot and all. You're so stunned the first time that you don't even register that you squirted when he filled you to the hilt again.

Din had to speak up for you to realize, "it looks like you came before your mind could catch up. How cute."

There's something in the way he says that in such a demeaning tone that makes you writhe beneath him uncontrollably. It's how he completely swallows you whole with both his words and his body.

"I want to see you do that again, pretty little girl." He, at the very least, warns you this time so you're actually more aware of it.

Din takes his time pulling out of you so that you can really take in the full shape of his knot before it pops out of you, sending shivers through every part of your body. You nearly come just from him doing that but it isn't enough yet and he knows it.

"Watch." The word dances in the air as your eyes shift downwards between your legs.

You do exactly as you've been told. You watch as Din slips out of you, letting you witness how much of him was once inside of you. Then, you clamp your hand over your mouth when he slams his cock back inside of you, letting you witness the way his knot pops back into you with relative ease and forces you to gush all over his cock, your orgasm overtaking you all of a sudden. Your head spins because you couldn't believe the visual in front of you and yet it happened and you came from it.

"You're still not gripping me tight enough." He shakes his head at you. "I guess I'll just have to keep fucking you until you do."

Before you can shout wait, Din pulls out of you at the exact same quick pace as he rams back inside of you. You involuntarily arch your back at the feeling and your hands grab onto his shoulders. There's a very meek attempt from you to shove him off of you but he keeps slamming into you harder and harder until you have to dig your nails into his shoulders to stay steady. His hands go to cup your ass, lifting you up just a bit so you can fully see the way he's fucking you relentlessly.

You're screaming and crying because it feels so fucking good and your body can't handle the amount of orgasms he's putting you through. He hasn't even came yet which is why you mutter out somewhere in between the merciless fucking, "please come inside of me, Din."

"I'm going to come so hard inside of you and then I'm going to do it again. And again. And again."

It wasn't like you didn't believe him…but you should've mentally prepared yourself for how long he could go on for. You knew that there was a chance he could have insane stamina but this much?

Din practically induces another heat from you because your body feels as if it's been set aflame in the most wonderfully intense manner. You and him go at it for…well, you can't tell because you actually passed out for a few days after you both decided to finally stop.

Strangely, you don't feel any pain when you wake up. Din tells you that he gave you an E-bacta shot and a couple of other painkillers, to which you said thank you to the man lying beside you–

"Wait." You blink a few times. There's no way. You rub your eyes, thinking you must be making it up but…

"I can't tell if that means you like what you see or not." Din's words illustrate exactly what your mind is doing mental jumping jacks to figure out.

You're looking at the Mandalorian, no clothes, no armor, no helmet. You're looking right at Din, a man with warm skin and brown curls that match his messy facial hair. The covers only let you have a small peek of his upper body but that's enough for you. You get to see his broad shoulders and his strong arms.

Then, you watch as you bear witness to the first time he smiles at you as he says, "how is my little girl doing?"

"You're real." You don't know why those words were the ones your mouth decided to spew out but you're thankful for them because Din laughs and you get to see him laugh.

"It would be concerning if you were in a cave with an imaginary man working on a beat up Razor Crest for said imaginary man." He tries his hand at a joke of his own and it's dry but you laugh all the same.

You reach forward, taking a hold of his face in your hands, seeing the way your thumbs brush along his jaw, touching the stubble you now can see. Then, you tell him what you've been wanting to, "I think I'm in love with you."

"Oh yeah?" He smirks. "Love at first sight?"

"I guess you could say that." You smile back.

"Well, if you like this half, wait until you see the rest of me." He winks at you, all sly and smooth and oh-so-fucking lovely.

You jab him a few times playfully before jumping on top of him, smothering him with the kisses you definitely want to see plastered all over his skin.

For the first time in your life, you're glad to be an Omega because it brought you to Din Djarin. The Mandalorian, your Alpha, who you are starting to love quite a lot.

It's nice to know that fate had your side for once.

Send me an ask/reply/reblog if you enjoyed the read! ❈

This was my first crack at an A/B/O themed work and honestly, it was really fun to write! I have no idea if this oneshot has any continuation potential but I do like A/B/O dynamics so I might write another one in the future!

If you enjoyed this and want to read more of my work, be sure to check out my other oneshots, I’ll Take Care of You & Let Me Help You and/or my series, What Color Am I?

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“I’m not a ‘joiner,’ Blue.”

Thinking about this line of Cara’s, because I have subtitles on when I work on ACCPOV and noticed they chose to emphasize the word “joiner” as above.  Now it could just be a choice to visually show emphasis, BUT I also play Star Wars The Old Republic, so it made me think of Killik Joiners.

On Alderaan there is an insectoid species called Killiks who are capable of “joining” others to their hive mind by using pheromones to alter the corpus callosum.  The victim does not have to be willing for this to occur either.  The Alderaanians had no qualms about fighting against the Killiks when needed to protect themselves.  A quick Wookieepedia check seems to say they were extinct by Cara’s time (about 3000 years after SWTOR), but somehow I doubt that “terrifying giant bugs that will mindwipe you” left the collective Alderaanian consciousness, or only survived via moss paintings like Killik Twilight.  Maybe little Cara was terrorized by an older friend or cousin the way kids do by tales of the scary giant insects that come in the night, snatch up misbehaving children, and force them to join their hive.

That makes me wonder if “joining” has certain connotations for Alderaanians in certain contexts.  In the scene where Cara says she’s “not a joiner” she doesn’t seem to have a very positive view of rejoining New Republic forces.  So maybe it’s not just “I don’t want to join” but “I don’t want to join because I feel I would just be a drone in a hive/a cog in a machine, instead of the real good I’ve been doing here on Nevarro with Greef as an independent thinker/valued teammate.”  Adds an interesting flavor to it and makes me want to know even more what made her change her mind?  Because a few episodes later she has joined the New Republic.  (Even if she drops that immediately as soon as Din asks lol.)

I’m probably putting too much thought into this one line, but ain’t that half the fun?

[lawful-evil-novelist]

Do you have an origin for lawfulverse's pamela isley?

I do! Ivy is one of my favorite rogues, though admittedly my love for her has spawned a lot of me projecting ideals onto her, which in turn has morphed her character pretty significantly.

But we're here to talk about Ivy's backstory so here we go:

cw for partner abuse and medical abuse

Pamela grew up in rural Washington, on a little farm with two loving parents.  Most of her childhood was uneventful and that’s kind of the point.  Pamela grew up sheltered in a community that was happy and welcoming and didn’t have any major issues aside from small money troubles.  Pamela’s conviction for helping the environment has always existed, in this stage as an extension of her parents’ values.

When Pamela went to college, she was unprepared for the world she was walking into, and in her freshman biology class she met Jason Woodrue, a doctorate student serving as a TA for the class.  Pamela got along well with Woodrue and didn’t see much wrong with their friendship, even after Woodrue began making advances towards her. Woodrue was charming and ostensibly harmless, and the people that did catch on were, to Pamela, easily ignored.

Of course, this didn't really hold when Woodrue began getting mad about who Pamela was hanging around with and where she went, not to mention manipulating her into serving as a test subject for experimental drugs.  After one experiment landed Pamela in the hospital, Woodrue, by that point a doctor, was arrested and charged with medical malpractice and attempted murder.  Only the second charge stuck, not that both convictions would undo the damage that was done.

Pamela had one stroke of luck on her side: she happened to have a metagene that the tests activated.  Other than that, she had nothing.  Keep in mind in lawfulverse, metagenes have physical side effects and as Pamela’s metagene turned out to be phytokinesis, the side effects are lengthy and complex.  Pamela’s body takes on a lot of plant-like aspects I’ll go into at a later date but a there are a few side effects that are of specific note:

Pamela’s blood is highly toxic.  First it contains chlorocruorin, a compound similar to hemoglobin.  In addition to turning her blood green, it inhibits the reduction of biliverdin in her blood, making her blood even greener, and also making it toxic.  Pamela isn’t affected by the toxicity but she is aware of it.  This is why her skin is green, by the way.

While all humans produce pheromones from their main skin glands, Pamela’s are particularly floral in scent and act as a powerful aphrodisiac.  They have a marked effect in making people more easily swayed by Pamela, hence the regular reference to her mind controlling them.

Pamela is in chronic, sometimes debilitating pain as her body wasn’t really built for the kind of alterations it has undergone.

Pamela managed to, with some trouble, finish her undergraduate and doctorate degree and began to work as a biologist at a nature conservatory.  Eventually, her growing convictions to destroy men she viewed as predatory and bite back against the harm done to nature drove her to direct action, or, what Pamela saw as direct action.  I do air on the first action of BTAS where she begins dating Harvey Dent, then District Attorney and partially responsible for an expansion on Blackgate Penitentiary that did immeasurable damage to Blackgate Island’s ecosystem.  The relationship is built on false pretenses and eventually Pamela poisoned Harvey with a rare poison and expected to move on to her next victim when Batman caught up with her.

On the one hand, this is where Pamela discovered her physical changes were a sign of psychokinesis.  On the other, she still got arrested.

Anyway, that’s Ivy’s story.  It’s a doozy as always.

Oh yeah also Woodrue is dead.

[poisonousquinzel]

https://lady-ha-ha.tumblr.com/post/160715688748/is-that-comic-before-the-reboot-and-which-one-is

(I have not read this comic) Is this true? (if so, ivy deserves someone better).

Post

Kay, first off both of those people are Jarley shippers so take everything they say with a grain of salt and then some, cause no. that part isn't about how much Harley loves Joker and will always choose him over Ivy. Literally you can tell ops don't know what they're talking about cause her whole thing in those issues is going to kill him for years of graphic abuse but ultimately falls back with him once she’s face to face with him.

Like wow, congrats on missing the fucking point again but not surprised from people who ship her with The Fucking Joker.

also, ffs, can anyone please have basic comprehension skills and realize that Harley and Ivy are both fucked up sometimes because they’ve got issues and that’s not comparable to Joker’s long ass history of graphic and disgusting abuse.

Harley and Ivy are villains, they're not a wholesome cookie cutter, White Picket Fence, super vanilla ship with no bad moments. They're both bad guys with a fuck ton of trauma that they both have to work through, and have done so at this point. 

Gotham City Sirens was published between 2009 - 2011, Harley and Ivy weren't blatantly romantic at this point nor had they had anywhere near the development that they’ve had at this point.

Like don’t go into Harlivy content expecting them to be the perfect wlw rep with no flaws during their arcs from BTAS to current time cause that’s just not realistic. They’re both deeply flawed people who’ve got a fuck ton of trauma that they need to (and have) worked through. 

I have talked about the BTAS issues here and this post is good at explaining them too. 

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Harlivy is not and has never been a purely wholesome, goody-goody ship. They’re messy, they have issues, and they have bad moments sometimes, but they both worked through their seperate trauma and came out stronger and better because at the end of the day, they care about each other. 

Harlivy has messy, toxic moments sometimes, but they’re not, and have never been, abusive. There’s a difference between unhealthy moments and a ship being abusive. 

That’s completely different to how Joker acts Constantly, because he does not care that his actions towards Harley are abusive, because he doesn’t give a shit about her. 

He enjoys hurting her. He enjoys ruining her. 

Jarley has always been intended to be written and shown as a domestically abusive relationship.

This is also the first instance where it's directly referenced that there's something more than platonic between her and Ivy, other than the reference in Batgirl Adventures. 

Gotham City Sirens is also not connected to any verses.

This didn’t happen in the timeline we’re in rn with Harley Quinn (2014)/(2016)/(2021).

Comic timelines and shit are stupid and make everything more confusing and awful and I hate it sdfjdksksdkjsd

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this is gonna be a long post since ops wanna just cut and paste random bits of the issues like jarley stans always do (cause jarley never has good moments that aren’t entirely surrounded by him abusing her) I’m going to show them in full context. *added a keep reading cause it is a lot

(All panels shown are from #15, #18, #19, #20, #21, #23, #24, #25)

So, Harley's entire thing at this point in the GCS comic in that she's been triggered by flashbacks of Joker's abuse and she breaks into Arkham with the intent to kill him.

The entire thing in these issues is showing her smarts and how she knows people's trump cards to get under their skin so she can break into Arkham. 

She’s trained to identify these things in people and she's fucking good at pushing people's buttons. 

this is also just one of my fav Harley covers so I wanted to show it jsdjksdks

“Trump cards. Everyone has one. Places where the armor we build around ourselves is weakest.” 

She’s right. And it’s now shown that Harley’s willing to use those below the belt trump cards if she has to.  

And frankly, I’d say this is worse than what she says to Ivy. And I’m not surprised she did it. She didn’t want to, she tried to get him to just open the door - 

“Don’t make me do this, Aaron. There are some secrets that should stay hidden. Things you should never learn about your own life.” 

but she’s also entirely fueled by rage and the desire to kill Joker. She came here for a reason and she’s not leaving until she’s done it.

“I’m going to kill you. For everything you’ve done to me. All the times you’ve made me feel useless and small. For all the times I will never forget. For all the things I can never forgive. All the memories -”

“Hello, Harley. I’ve missed you.” 

“Memories. That’s all I have left. The past is gone and all I have is... memories. 

Memories.

Memory. 

Gone.

I guess I too have a trump card.”

“Oh, Ivy. You know exactly what my answer is going to be. But you’re hoping you’re wrong, aren’t you?”

She’s also right about this, they already mentioned this in #18.

“How did I become the bad guy?”

“You’re the one choosing a man over her girls.”

“Are you kidding me? You would never say that to Harley, and we both know she’d dumb us in a flat second if Joker called her.”

“Hey! That’s not fair-- Actually, that’s probably true.”

“The difference is, she can’t help it. You can. And she’s working on it. You’re not working on it.” 

“Too easy, Ivy. Too easy. I know your weak spots. Now I just need to push.”

This is exactly what she’s been doing since the starting point of this post. She’s still in that mindset and she knows she can’t beat her on a regular battle field. Neither of them can. 

“Like I said-- You beat me in any level playing field. But I don’t fight on those fields.” 

Harley’s biggest strength as a villain is her ability to completely mentally stall her opponents and learn their weak spots. She wouldn’t win against the majority of the Big Bads if she didn’t fight on a different field than they are. 

so, like yeah, out of context what she says to Ivy seems awful and completely screwed up, and it is, but it’s also built up really well and it’s completely in character for her at this point in her fall during these issues. 

Is what she did fucked? absolutely. It’s not painted that it’s not. 

Ivy Literally Goes To Kill Her For It.

In the end of this all three of them are recaptured by Catwoman and Batman and that’s where we’re starting off at again. 

“Oh, Harley.

The only human I’ve ever called a friend.

To what lengths will I go? Where are my own limits? She is the Strangler fig. And I am the tree, choking underneath. 

Without me, she could never grow. 

But without her, I would fall if I grew too tall.” 

“Will she ever stand by herself? 

Will she ever be ready? 

She is in throes of madness. She sees him, her brain flooding with adrenaline, it makes her excited, nervous, then the feelings start to fade, and she needs more. And more. 

She sees it as passion. She sees it as love. 

But it’s not. It’s addiction. And she’s relapsing.” 

Ivy is well aware of the nature of their relationship. She’s not stupid and she’s been shown already to know that it’s something that takes time. It’s not a one off break up and it’s over. That’s not how abusve relationships work. 

What do I do?

I could use my pheromones to alter her brain chemistry.

I could leave her behind abandoning her to the wilds of her own mind.

I could kill her right now.

Show her how red Nature can be.

There's one other option.

It would require patience.

Even love.

Maybe I'm more human than I want to admit.

"You have one chance to answer this."

I know, if she agrees, she'll be doing it for revenge. For him.

"She put us behind bars."

But maybe if I get away from this place, if I give her something else to think about. Maybe she can break the cycle. But it has to be her choice.

"I'm going to kill her. Come with me."

So yeah, it’s definitely not a just “Harley hurts her and runs off with Joker and it’s just a plain ol’ her choosing him over everyone and that’s that.” 

Jarley shippers love to just reduce all her scenes and arcs down to their “epic love” and shit, but that’s taking away literally everything about her and reducing it down to the 3 panels that they’re “cute” in. Her arc in this part is fucking heartbreaking to read.

And Ivy damn well knows what’s going on with her. She’s smart and she’s the one that’s been there throughout all of this. She found her in the park after he shot her out of a rocket. 

And she knows it’ll take time for Harley to get over and through his manipulation, that’s just how it works with abusive relationships. 

But she’s also not forgiving at first, she’s mad and rightfully so, until she sees the sate of Harley’s cell and realizes how bad her addiction is at that time.

A lot of the unhealthy moments on Harley’s side when it comes to them are directly caused from the effects of being in an abusive relationship with Joker. Because she’s always in this area of her journey in those moments. She’s never fully over him or emancipated. 

And that’s realistic. It’s hard sometimes to be friends with someone who’s in abusive relationships like theirs, having to watch them return to that person time and time again and it’s frustrating after a while. 

I know from personal experience, it’s really hard to watch someone you care about go back or forgive someone that continues to hurt them. 

But abuse victims desperately need a support system outside of their abuser. It’s a crucial part of being able to escape, because when they do try to get out they need someone there or they’ll literally have no where to go but back into their abuser’s arms.

It’s heartbreaking and it’s really rough for everyone effected, but that’s just how it is most of the time. Especially in their case, as they’re not just regular folk dealing with this. 

If she doesn’t have Ivy, Harley has no one else to go to but Joker, on more than just an emotional level. 

She’s lost her job. Her income. Her home. Her livelihood. Her everything.

Most of the time she has no other choice but to return to a life of crime after she’s released from Arkham because she can’t get a job, she’s a notorious criminal and she’s got a lot of issues that don’t just disappear with a bit of therapy. 

She has no other choice but to return to Joker because the other alternative is the streets. At least she knows what to expect with him. 

And that’s not even getting into the manipulation, gaslighting and degrading abuse that he drills into her constantly. 

He’s made her believe she’s not anything without him. That she’s not smart or useful or anything. 

And that’s why it’s so damn important for her to have a support system and why he’s so damn against Ivy. 

Because Ivy is the good voice on her shoulder telling her he’s wrong and that she doesn’t deserve that. 

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And on Ivy’s side, she’s aware she gets very near cutting off all parts of her humanity. 

She’s a plant goddess, she’s insanely powerful and she feels everything through the green. Frankly, she’s not even on the same playing field as these villains. She’s significanty more powerful than Harley and Joker. 

Her connection to Harley is what keeps her humanity in tack, because despite everything, she does care about her. She was the first person she let in, the first person Ivy called a friend. 

The person that was able to get through to her in #14/#15 when she was losing herself. The one that was able to get through to her that the dude was manipulating her. 

“Ivy, I know you think you love this guy... but you’re just gonna end up strapped to his rocket!”

She had to knock her out for the dude to trust her / not attack them anymore. But Harley got through to her by mentioning how they first met in the park when she saved her after Joker shot her off in a rocket.

And Ivy is understandable turned off towards humans considering her origin and trauma around that. 

She’s got a lot of trust issues.

But both of them work through their seperate traumas over the years because their affection for each other is stronger than the issues their trauma has given them.

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and also, sometimes, they just have shit writers. that’s an issue overall in comic fandoms. Some writers just fucking suck at getting any of the characters right, let alone LGBT characters, who’re notoriously treated like garbage by DC. 

[feltpool]

Hidden in plain sight

I don’t have much time to deal with this because it’s the school holidays and I’m busy with my kid but I’ll try to make my thinking clear.

Because I’ve spent A LOT of time thinking through all of the many many ways in which Omega is wrong and why she bothers me so very fucking much.

I've been thinking over Omega's influence over the boys again.

I still can't think of a better reason for Hunter's sudden change of mind over going to get her in the first place other than some sort of message relayed to him via the downed droid and his em senses, not without taking other, far worse,  options into consideration.

But we’ll come back to that shortly...

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Too close for comfort

Omega’s ability to influence the boys being proximity based make more sense the more I think it over.

She all but begs Hunter to take her with him in the first place - even though they just met and he has absolutely no reason to do so.

She gets right up close to Crosshair in the brig

Gets right up in Rex's face in the bar

She never wants to be left behind, or wait with the ship on missions, and throws a proper strop when she's made to stay behind with Cid that one time, and while she's gone Hunter clearly can't shake her from his mind in a way that simply doesn't make sense when he doesn't appear to have thought of Cross even once in that context.

She's always sitting up on Wrecker's shoulder, or passing things to Tech, generally making herself useful but in a very close contact sort of way

There isn't a whole lot of room on the Marauder anyway, but the closer the contact the better - especially if she has to constantly maintain the bond.

Hunter almost never touches her. He stands close to her, he turns the chair she’s sitting on, but he rarely touchs her by choice. But twice now she's thrown herself at him bodily - both times DIRECTLY after they've been apart for an extended period.

We've seen her have a lot less close contact with Echo - but with his brain augments it's possible that she just can't influence him like she can with the others. But Echo goes along with what the others do so he isn't really a threat to her plans. Yet.

Crosshair however... what was it Nala Se said? "CT-9904’s genetic mutations have altered much of his cranial activity, including his inhibitor chip"

So could Omega already feel that he wasn't going to be as susceptible to her influence as the others? or is it simply because he argued with her precious 'lil scribblykins right in front of her?

It remains unclear if it's force based, a chemical/pheromone type thing, some sort of non-force mental ability or what. But my money is currently on proximity being the key factor - and that she has an untrained force ability.

She often makes eye contact with the person she’s just been in close contact with, which in itself doesn’t seem unusual, but is she checking to see if they’ve made the appropriate response to her? Signs of pupil dilation or something?

She checks, then she gives a little nod.

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Head fuck

There's a theory out there that the Jedi mind trick works in such a way that you can't force someone to do something that they'd never consider, but you can push them towards something that they would.

Like a good security guard wouldn't accept a bribe to let you past him, so a mental suggestion that he might like to wouldn't work on him.

But one who might be inclined to let you through if you offered him a good bribe, could be given that mental nudge to let you walk past. Because he's already inclined in that direction.

Well Crosshair voiced the opinion of 'Republic, Empire... What's the difference?' right at the moment when Omega came up behind them in the corridor between the Emperor's speech and her introducing herself so she heard him say that!

And all it might take is a little push to send him on his way to get him to leave of his own accord.

His own choice - but also not his choice at all.

But whatever he suspects about this he can't say with her standing right there, so he has to rely on subtext and oblique references in the hope that the others, Tech mostly IMO, can work it all out and put a stop to it.

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Omega’s big mistake with Cross was not knowing him well enough to realise that he loves his brothers far too much to ever want to leave them behind, that he’s miserably put up with Hunter’s overbearing shit for years because he could never turn on them and simply walk away, and he’s been a thorn in her side ever since.

Now that he’s down and out cold she’s going to try to ditch him and leave with just the one(s) she wants to keep.

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Lama Drama

In Ep 1, before the training room sequence Hunter says "We've been summoned by the prime minister." But we never find out what for because then they get diverted to the training room.

What if Lama Su wanted to warn them about Omega now being on the loose, and that she posed a threat to them?

Interesting possibility, eh?

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Not the clone you’re looking for

Also, we only have Omega's word for it that she's a Jango clone.

Ep 1, Tech says "I confirmed my suspicions after analyzing her DNA while we were in the infirmary."

In the infirmary on Kamino where she lives and works and has full control over the equipment and could rig up a false scan to fool someone who is bound to scan her sooner or later?

Later on when Tech further analyses that info and tells us she's pure source clone he's still basing that fact off the same initial scan.

I'm calling bullshit.

Not only does she show that she knows exactly who they are and what they can do when she first meets them in the corridor on Kamino, but it never made any sense in the first place. She's female, she's blonde and she's no clone of Jango's!

Although there is a popular theory out there that she is a clone of Palpatine, and I see no reason to argue with that.

She's a Kaminoan creation, she's far older than she looks, and she's manipulated them all right from the start of their lives.

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Right from the start? What?

In her desperation to retrieve her what? property? human action figure? meat droid? dearest darling Hunter, Omega has to show some of her hand.

She takes the boys to Kamino and shows them the secret landing platform and the tube tunnels which lead into Tipoca City - which she doesn’t know is currently almost completely empty of Empire troops and poses little risk to them at this time.

She could have done this for Crosshair at any point if she’d ever felt inclined to go and get him - which she never has, and under her influence neither has anybody else.

On the way there she presses A LOT of buttons on that panel for someone controlling a bubble passing through a fixed tube with no intersections.

When they arrive Echo finds all of the system files have been mysteriously wiped clean. Why? The Empire wouldn’t bother to wipe them when they’re about to destroy the city anyway, and Nala Se would be better off giving them all of her files as a show of good faith. Being found to have destroyed them would only get her in trouble with her new ‘employers’

The only person to benefit there is Omega and her desire that the boys not find out what she’s been doing, or for how long. Look at her operating that panel. She pauses just before her last press, like there’s just one last ‘ok’ to wipe the system clean and destroy all record of her hard work.

Only once she presses it does she step back and look sad, and when Echo says 'you alright?' She doesn't say yes, or I'm fine She says 'It doesn't matter. Saving Hunter is what matters.’

Or, Yeah. It’s fine that I just deleted years of research, all of my work, because that isn't what matters. Hunter is.

But why? What makes HIM so fucking important to her? Why doesn’t she see the others as being equally desireable?

Is she in love with him?

Or at least with her idealised version of the man that she wants him to be. That she can make him be? The ultimate in ‘I can fix him’

Her and her little bitty kids body and full adult brain? Ick!

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And then the focus is on Tech talking and you can barely see her head due to the camera angle shift.

Then she blames it all on Nala Se, not knowing that she's no longer there and defected to the Empire.

That likely is a lab where Nala Se works, think back to Ep 1 and the scene with Echo in the med bay. Azi-3 (offscreen and slightly muffled): “But Mistress Nala Se summoned you to the sub-level medical wing.”

But Azi-3 doesn’t say to *her* medical wing, only to the

Because that’s the lab where Omega works too.

That’s the lab where she enhanced their mutations.

She never says Nala Se did that. She only says it’s where she was created.

She says “Your mutations were enhanced in this room. Experimental Unit 99 began right here. I was there.”

and

“It was only for a short time, before you were sent to be with the other clones.”

‘I was there’ Yeah? On which side of the glass jar?

‘Only for a short time’ Just for a short time before you got told off for fucking with a bunch of clones you weren’t supposed to be messing with and they were taken away from you? For their own safety maybe?

And this is the first opportunity you’ve had to get your hands on them again, and damned if you’re going to let them go without one hell of a fight!

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So, back to that earlier point

Omega really wanted Hunter’s attention and for him to take her with them.

If she had access to that probe droid’s camera feed so she could pinpoint his location and concentrated on him hard enough she could hit him with a mental blast of ‘must get Omega’ and bring him running right back to her. And he does!

The abilities she has must be untrained so I reckon she only has limited control of them, but she has enough to exert her will over the clones she considers to be HER property. Especially once she engineered them to be more susceptible to her influence in the first place.

[cursestothemoon]

Love, Flowers, and Cedric Diggory

Requested: nope

Cedric Diggory x Fem!Reader

House not specified (technically either hufflepuff or ravenclaw but not explicitly stated)

word count: 3369

Hope you guys like it :))

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“Alright, alright, everyone settle in.” Professor Sprout was firm with her suggestion, and soon laughter died down and students retreated to their tables. 

The weather was just warm enough for school robes to be left in dorm rooms and a breeze was not only accepted but thoroughly enjoyed seeing as the greenhouse held onto the humidity that wafted through the spring air.

Cedric gave a handsome chuckle that danced through his pink lips, hand absentmindedly coming up to scratch at his sideburn. His tablemate, a Ravenclaw bloke, had just finished his retelling of how he had the terrible fate of being hit by a fanged frisbee in the groin.

“I’m telling you, next time I see those twins I’ll really give it to ‘em.” The raven haired boy muttered, his grin a sign of an empty threat.

“Sure you will, mate.” Cedric laughed.

The odds seemed to be in Cedric’s favor, at least he thought so, as he turned his head to the right just as Y/n L/n was about to pass his table. He waited, patiently waiting what he knew was about to come, and lethis shoulders slump ever so slightly as the familiar scent of peaches and jasmine wafted through the air in his vicinity. He couldn't help the slow closing of his eyes or the quiet groan of content passing his lips, he loved the smell of peaches and jasmine.

If you asked Ced, he wouldn’t hesitate to pat his own back for his MI6 level of stealth. The Ravenclaw boy however, poor bloke’s name long gone from Cedric’s mind, couldn’t help but shake his head at the ridiculous obviousness of his tablemate.

“Try to keep it to yourself mate, we’re in public.”

Cedric’s neck snapped back toward the boy, eyes wide and an aggressive ‘shush’ coming out.

“I wasn’t...leave me alone.” He grumbled the last bit.

Y/n walked to her table, coincidentally the table directly behind Cedric’s. She took her seat and reprimanded herself for staring at the way the Hufflepuff’s golden curls seemed to curl just perfectly today and the tips of his ears were glowing the most endearing shade of pink.

It’s the heat, she thought to herself before quickly averting her gaze.

Cedric relaxed as he listened to his head of house start to speak, though he still made sure to sit with a straight back. He couldn’t have Y/n thinking he slouched now could he?

“It’s a lecture day today, quills and parchment out for notes.” Professor Sprout instructed as she placed three different plants on her table.

With a huff and careful fingers Cedric pulled parchment out of his bag, two for now, and then reached for his bottle of ink. The bottle made its way to the light, only for it to be completely empty, and this was the spare’s spare.

“Damn…” He muttered quietly.

“Not to worry Ced, I’ve got so-” The Ravenclaw’s words fell upon deaf ears as Cedric already had an idea bubbling.

The golden haired boy turned to the table directly behind his, face adorned with his most charming smile.

“Y/n,” Her name came out in a low, husky voice causing her to look up from her paper and meet the cool blue eyes of none other than Cedric Diggory.

She raised her eyebrows in question but kept her mouth shut, she’d rather look disinterested than desperate. Why she thought common manners would seem desperate was beyond her but she didn’t question it now.

“Well,” He leaned closer to her. “I’ve run out of ink. Think we could share?”

Y/n gave a quizzical smirk as she looked from him to the Ravenclaw next to him, “Your tablemate hasn’t got any either?”

The thought of having him sit next to her, talk to her… nerve wracking. She could handle the occasional flirty remarks in passing, maybe a look or two here and there, but she was just barely managing that. He couldn’t just...sit next to her.

The handsome boy was quick to answer, “Yeah, but I’d much rather share with you. You’re far prettier.”

The heat rose to Y/n’s cheeks and Cedric felt his stomach jump as he thought, prematurely, that he had gotten himself a one way ticket to sitting with the pretty girl. His smile fell when she pulled a spare ink bottle out of her bag.

“Lucky for all of us then, I’ve got a spare bottle you could use.” A smug smirk was painted across her lips as she watched Cedric’s expression go blank, a miniscule high coming from knocking him down a few notches.

She reached her hand out, giving him the bottle of spare ink, and felt his fingers brush hers with the utmost gentility causing butterflies to soar through her belly. Cedric was quick to alter his plan as he felt the shock her fingers offered when coming into contact with his own. He grabbed hold of her hand, and with the instincts only a seeker possessed, his other hand shot out to catch the bottle of ink that had fallen from her grasp in her state of surprise.

“No need to get so flustered, Darling, it’s just me.” Cedric laughed, his eyes sparkling with adoration at the way she scrunched her nose in annoyance.

“I’ll take the ink back, don’t test me Diggory.” Although her voice was strong, her lips fought back a smile.

“Excuse me, Mr. Diggory, Ms. L/n, anything you’d like to share with the class?” Professor Sprout asked, causing both of the aforementioned parties to turn to her, one looking far less nervous than the other.

Y/n felt her mouth open and close, tongue dry, and words lost as Professor Sprout scolded her. To her fortune, Cedric took control of the situation before the awkward silence could be prolonged.

“My apologies Professor, I was bothering Ms. L/n for a spare bottle of ink.” He answered with a kind smile.

Professor Sprout looked as if she was thinking for a moment before dismissing the two with a warning to not let it happen again.

The afternoon Herbology class continued just as it usually would, Cedric would pretend not to catch careful whiffs of peaches and jasmine while Y/n pretended she was not absolutely flustered from the conversation with the boy that had happened at the beginning of class. For a moment, as Professor Sprout was talking animatedly about the second plant in the row of three that was used for potions of hatred, Y/n allowed her mind to wander. Dashing pirates and misunderstood gentlemen invaded her daydreams, confessing their undying love for her, sweeping her off her feet, and with each vampire that fought for her hand or prince that gave up his crown she noticed that they started to look more and more familiar.

Soon all she could think of were cool grey-green eyes, delicately rosy cheeks, and a crooked toothed smile. Cedric Diggory laughed and smiled aimlessly in her mind and suddenly she was no longer daydreaming of dashing pirates and brooding vampires, but instead of a kind, confident Hufflepuff. She caught herself before she could imagine the way his hands would dance delicately on her hips as they swayed to a soft buzz of Celestine Warbeck. As if to throw out the thoughts, she shook her head slightly, face scrunching as she reprimanded herself, yet again, for thinking such things about a boy who so clearly was flirty merely because his being was simply crafted of charm.

“And now, the third plant here…” Y/n forced herself to listen to Professor Sprout, pushing down her previous thoughts and daydreams.

“To louloúdi ton erastón in Greek, seeing as the plant originates from the Corinth Canal in Greece. It translates to The Flower of Lovers which you may feel free to refer to it as.”

Professor Sprout rounded the table and picked up the plant, walking from table to table to show what looked like premature flower buds, a simple plant of green.

“As you can see, it has not yet bloomed as I was expecting it wouldn’t. You see this flower only blooms in the presence of two people newly in love. Seeing as I doubt no one has just fallen in love, the buds are still closed. Even more peculiar when they do bloom, they look as though any ordinary white flower. The giveaway, however, is the pollen on the stigma which glows a soft gold color that shimmers in the full moon light, it will also drop a single white petal before retreating back into a bud.”

Many of the girls in the class let out quiet giggles as they took in the information, but the plant only made anxiety rise in Y/n as it offered a plethora of scenarios she could dream of. Plenty of them including the Hufflepuff in front of her, coincidently his thoughts were neither strictly botanical.

“The flower has no detectable odor, but smelling it for too long or getting a far too concentrated waft of the odorless pheromones could result in dizziness, intense infatuation, blindness, tingly lips, and on rare occasions...loss of one's toes.” Professor Sprout grimaced before continuing, “Because of the flowers strength and potency it is often used in expert level love potions and highgrade elixirs.”

The plant was now back on the front table and Y/n squinted at it, trying to see if she could visually identify that it was, infact, a magic flower. The buds were fat and round, the leaves, on the narrower side, looked delicate and hung gracefully reaching the top of the table. Beautiful, yes, but Y/n concluded that it looked like any ordinary plant and identifying it in the wild would be incredibly difficult.

The class ended and Y/n grabbed her things in a rush as she wanted to leave the uncomfortable thoughts of love, flowers, and Cedric Diggory in the classroom but whether she was lucky or rather unfortunate she did not know, what she did know was that Cedric had grabbed her wrist before she could leave the greenhouse.

“You’re ink.” Cedric said, head tilting in the direction of his table where her ink sat.

Y/n shook her head and pulled her wrist from his grasp gently as she put a gentle hand to his chest.

“Keep it I’ve got a spare.” She smiled bashfully as she turned to rush out.

Cedric called behind her, “I thought this was your spare?”

“I have a spare... spare.” She answered without turning to face him as she ducked out of the class.

“Tough luck, mate.” The Ravenclaw said with a pat to Cedric’s shoulder.

Cedric shook his head as he grabbed the ink bottle, “No, I think I’m getting somewhere. She put her hand on me, you see that?”

The boy gave an incredulous chuckle at the blinding grin that refused to dim on the Hufflepuff’s face.

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Y/n L/n wasn’t one for breaking rules, they have been placed for a reason therefore they should be adhered to. And as she rushed through dark halls to get back to her dorm, she couldn’t help but think that if she were to get caught it would definitely lead to a punishment she didn’t want.

It wasn’t her fault arithmancy was so boring and it most definitely wasn’t her fault that she happened to fall asleep at the back of the library, only waking up well past curfew. She gave a few curses directed towards anyone who enjoyed, thought of, or taught the blasted subject she failed to notice an opportunist Hufflepuff prefect also walking through the corridor.

“Bit late for a walk, don't you think L/n?”

Her breath was caught in her throat as she met the eyes of Cedric Diggory, and never having been good under pressure, she couldn’t help but to sing like a canary in hopes that he wouldn’t turn her to her head of house.

“I was in the library and I fell asleep because, arithmancy and I’m going back to my dorm. I swear please don’t stick me in detention, Cedric.” The words came out jumbled and in a single breath but Cedric was sure he got the jist of it.

Cedric couldn’t help but laugh, she couldn’t actually think he’d get her in trouble. Y/n, on the other hand, seemed to take the laughter very differently.

“Oi, just do it then. Don’t laugh about it.” She grumbled as she looked away from him.

The boy shook his head with a grin, “First off, I would never stick you in detention, and second, I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

Y/n felt herself relax before furrowing her eyebrows upon realizing what he said.

“What do you mean you couldn’t?”

He shrugged suddenly feeling very bashful and if there was enough light Y/n would be able to see the endearing pink glow of his ear now creeping onto his cheeks.

“I was off prefect duty about…” He looked down at his watch. “Ten minutes ago. I’m not supposed to be here either.”

Her mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, not realizing she had been asleep that long or that it was so late.

“So...you’re just standing in a dark corridor… for fun?”

Bit weird, she’d have to admit, but she was just glad to be off the hook.

Cedric seemed to blush harder at the question but was soon giddy with the opportunity that had just been brought to him.

He walked toward her quickly, taking hold of her hand and pulling her along with him wordlessly. To say she was surprised at the action would be an understatement and suddenly Y/n would rather get put in detention instead of possibly making a fool of herself infront of Cedric.

The questions of where he was taking her and his plans of cold blood murder were answered by quiet laughs but nothing else as he managed to sneak them out of the castle and out into the open. Y/n felt her nerves calm, only slightly, as the greenhouse came into view in front of them.

Cedric pulled open the door, letting her go instead first, but still having a firm grasp on her hand. He tried to ignore the way the tips of his fingers felt tingly and he prayed to Merlin that his hand wasn't sweating as much as he thought it was.

“This is a less than optimal place to commit murder, Cedric. I thought you were smarter than this.” Y/n said as she looked around at the fairly dark greenhouse she was in just hours earlier.

“I’m not going to off you, Y/n. You can relax.” He reassured her before, reluctantly may he add, he let go of her hand to walk towards a group of plants in the back.

Y/n laughed to herself, if only he knew the possibility of being murdered wasn’t what was keeping her from relaxing. She craned her head to try and see what he was doing, but his shoulders were far too broad and he was tall enough to keep everything just out of view. Moving her gaze from, what she thought, were incredibly handsome shoulders she looked toward the plants from their lesson still on the front table. With curious steps she moved toward the third flower, the buds still tightly shut. Her finger was just a hair away from touching one of the leaves when she felt Cedric grab her other hand to turn her to him.

When she did turn to meet his eyes, he was holding a sparkling purple flower. Cedric gently thrust the flower toward, taking a few steps himself to come closer to her.

“Moonflower, they only bloom at night.” His words were gentle and whispered and if it weren’t for the flower and his hand between them their chest would’ve touched with each inhale.

Y/n’s gaze lingered on the flower, it was truly breathtaking. Cedric watched her reaction with a gentle smile playing on his lips, one hand still holding hers.

“It’s beautiful.” She said just as quiet as he was.

Cedric dropped her hand from his before reaching to gently pull her face up to look at him.

“You’re beautiful.”

Though his words were quiet and spoken with the utmost sincerity and truth, as if it was the most common of knowledge, she still felt her heart rate speed up and her face get hot.

Cedric, having waited and played the game of cat and mouse long enough, inched his lips closer to hers before stopping just before they touched.

“Kiss me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice as he closed the gap between them and kissed her. Peaches and jasmine invaded his senses and he couldn’t help but feel as though this was all he wanted, all he needed.

Both of Cedric’s hands came up, the moonflower dropped onto the table, and grabbed the sides of Y/n’s face. Eyebrows furrowed as one hand trailed to the back of her head, fingers lacing through her hair and keeping her in place against his lips. The sound of lips smacking and crickets chirping were the only things that could be heard in and around the greenhouse.

Y/n was both light headed and completely for lack of better words, frazzled as Cedric kissed her. Her hands went under his now untucked school shirt to rest just above his hips. Goosebumps erupted across his soft skin making her almost feel bad for how cold her hands must have been, almost.

Cedric couldn’t help but have his lips follow after Y/n’s as she pulled away slowly, presumably for much needed air. His mouth stretched into a blinding smile at her giggle, but kept his eyes closed not wanting the moment to end just yet.

“You snuck out to see a flower that bloomed at night?” She whispered quietly.

Open his eyes slowly and with an endearing chuckle he answered, “Would you think I was completely mental if I told you that I knew you hadn't come back from the library and I wanted to wait for you to make sure you were ok?”

Y/n felt her heart flutter at what she heard but decided to tease the cute boy.

“I would think you are completely mental.”

Cedric laughed, “Then I must be mental,” He paused giving her a sly smirk before adding, “But something tells me you like that.”

That earned him a shove to the shoulder and a laugh followed by a scoff of feigned offence. He just continued to smile at her, eyes holding so much adoration it made Y/n weak in the knees, and just like that silence fell upon them again. Cedric reached toward the table without looking to grab the moonflower again and gently placed it behind Y/n’s ear before taking in how she looked.

With a reluctant sigh he pulled her towards the door, “We better get going, you’ll want to be well rested for our date tomorrow.”

Her eyebrows shot up as she looked at him, feet still moving in step with his and their hands swinging, “Date? I haven’t been asked on any dates.”

They had now made it just barely inside the castle as Cedric turned to her, “Y/n?”

“Cedric?” She mimicked his tone.

“Will you go on a date with me, tomorrow?”

Y/n smiled and pretended to think for a moment, “I’d have to check my schedule.”

“Please? For me?” He batted his eyelashes comically at her as he nudged her cheek with his nose.

She laughed at his actions and responded, “Oh, alright.”

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“Just a minute, Minerva, let me grab my scarf.”

Professor Sprout walked into the greenhouse in search of her scarf having left it there the day prior during her last lesson. She had found it and was just about to leave the room to join Minerva McGonagall for lunch when something caught her eye.

A single white petal lay on the table next to the third pot of flowers, louloúdi ton erastón, the flower of lovers.

[inimikal-archive]

Time  for  a  big  Ivy  thought  dump  bc  the  brain  rot’s  real  today.  So  to  start  I  don’t  think  Ivy  is  “naturally”  able  to  charm  anyone.  She’s  not  particularly  charming  or  manipulative.  She’s  always  been  considered  weird  &  little  off-beat.  Her  physical  beauty ?  Exceptional.  Her  social  skills  &  grace ?  Near-non  existent.  As  a  normal  human,  despite  her  also  being  incredibly  intelligent  ( Eventually  becoming  a  botanist  &  toxicologist )  it  was  really  her  physical  beauty  that  has  ever  caused  anyone  to  take  interest  in  her.  &  she  would  be  oblivious  to  it  if  she  wasn’t  forced  to  take  notice  of  it  because  people  suck  &  are  creeps. Still  previous  to  her  “transformation”  this  was  really  back-of-the-mind,  don’t  think  about  it  unless  something  explicitly  made  her  recognise  it. 

But  as  a  mutant  Ivy’s  dangerous.  She’s  predatory  &  she's  misanthropic  (leaning  a  little  further  toward  misandry,  entirely  trauma  based).  She’s  highly  “antisocial”  per say,  &  she’s  learned  to  harness  her  abilities  to  do  it.  But  again  she  doesn’t  really  have  a  lot  of  natural  charm  &  becoming  a  semi-undead  mutant  didn’t  increase  this  aspect  of  her  socially,  she  just  secretes  a  potent  pheromone  that  makes  people  far  more  susceptible  to  her  suggestions  which  she’s  had  to  become  aware  of  it  because  she  can’t  seem  to  turn  it  off  naturally  (much  to  her  dismay).   It’s  not  only  men  that  this  effects,  btw,  but  occasionally  it  seems  more  potent  with  (*straight  or  bi)  men,  but  its  because  they’re  more  likely  to  feel  attracted  to  her  physically,  which  seems  to  make  the  pheromone  work  better  on  them.  It  inspires  devotion  to  her  &  when  there's  a  form  of  physical  attraction  present  people  tend  to  get  their  wires  crossed  &  it  can  quickly  turn  into  romantic  obsession.  It  however  works  on  everyone,  regardless  to  sexuality  /  gender.  For  straight  fems  &  gay  mascs  its  just  like,  more  of   feeling  very,   very  compelled  to  do  as  Ivy  wants  &  to  be  friendly / close  to  her.  Devotion,  but  without  the  common  romantic / sexual  infatuation  that  tends  to  effect  straight  &  bi  mascs  &  bi  &  lesbian  fems.  She’s  a  siren  very  much  in  the  traditional  /  mythological  sense  of  the  term,  she  uses  this  power  to  lead  people  astray  &  get  what  she  wants.  This,  while  def  having  its  advantages,  has  compounded  with  her  trauma  in  making  her  extremely  distrustful  toward  others.  Since  she  can’t  naturally  turn  it  off  ( though  I  imagine  it  can  be  artificially  weakened,  as  can  her  other  powers,  just  for  the  sake  of  being  able  to  contain  her  in  Arkham )  she  can’t  often  be  sure  if  people  are  being  nice  / friendly  to  her  out  of  authenticity  or  because  of  the  pheromone  she  secretes.  I  also  follow  the  idea  that  she’s  also  highly  poisonous / venomous  but  this  seems  to  be  something  she  does  have  some  form  of  control  over.  I  like  to  keep  some  comic  canon  in  the  sense  that  this  is  something  she  is  able  to  develop  an  antidote  for,  so  that  not  everyone  who  is  kissed / bitten  by  her  has  to  die  or  become  dangerously  ill.  That  being  said  she’s  usually  the  only  one  who  possesses  the  antidote  &  its  in  limited  supply  without  her.  I  also  don’t  portray  Ivy  as  like. . .  Caring  about  plants  to  an  all  consuming  extent.  She’s  a  lowkey  echo  warrior  but  not  to  a  nonsensical  extreme.  The  fact  is  Ivy  has  always  loved  plants,  gardening  &  nature,  but  she’s  not  entirely  illogical  about  it.  The  thing  is  however  she  is  extremely  chlorokinetic  &  she  uses  those  powers  to  their  fullest.  She  can  &  will  influence  all  organic / plant  life  around  her.  She  is  able  to  alter / mutate  plants / vegetation  &  typically  any  plant  that  has  come  in  contact  with  her  power / influence  will  be  genetically  different  to  whatever  it  started  life  as.  A  lot  of  the  plants  Ivy  influences  become  aggressive  &  are  entirely  susceptible  to  her  will  but  will  function  in  a  monstrous / predatory  manner  entirely  on  their  own.  Others  simply  become  jumbo  size  &  are  extremely  strong.  They  occasionally  start  doing  really  weird  shit  that  isn’t  really  “normal”  for  plants,  or  otherwise  they  do  things  that  plants  might  normally  do  but  on  a  much  smaller  scale  thus  meaning  it  doesn’t  normally  effect  or  cause  any  issues  for  the  majority,  so  suddenly  when  Ivy  amplifies  them  it  becomes  a  problem.  Think  the  killer  plants  scene  from  Jumanji  amplified  by  100.  You  can  imagine  how  truly  dangerous  this  makes  Ivy  if  she's  able  to  have  any  unrestrained  contact  with  plants / vegetation.  She  can  essentially  make  biological  weapons  out  of  any  plant  life  within  an  instant.   Its  more  Ivy’s  misanthropy  that  drives  her  than  her  concern  for  plant  life  however.  As  a  result  yes,  she  is  a  echo /  bio  terrorist,  yes  she  does  lash  out  under  the  pretence  of  preserving  /  aiding  the  environment  &  she  does  genuinely  believe  in  this  to  an  extent   but  the more  excessive  aspects  of  it  is  her  hatred  of  people  &  a  misguided  sense  that  she's  ultimately  helping  someone / something  in  the  process.  She  uses  her  powers  to  promote  green-life  &  given  the  way  Ivy’s  plants  are,  ie  are  naturally  predators  they  are  actively  hostile  to  humans  /  animals  /  insects  which  is  ultimately  not  great  for  the  environment,  since  they  have  the  capacity  to  COMPLETELY  alter  life  on  earth  as  we  know  it.  &  after  experience  Ivy  does  come  to  realise  this.  She's  not  out  for  plants  to  take  over  the  world,  because  she  doesn’t  care  about  world  domination,  but  she  will  weaponize  them  for  her  own  means. Whether  for  self  defence  or  as  a  means  of  exerting  her  will / force.    As  I  mentioned  the  result  of  all  this  makes  Ivy  one  of  the  most  powerful  meta-humans  known.  She's  also  an  object  of  scientific  intrigue  as  are  the  plants  she  influences.  A  few  have  probably  been  taken  &  kept  as  lab  specimens,  but  there  is  only  ONE  Ivy  therefore  she's  not  really  able  to  be  studied  effectively.  Theres  been  attempts,  but  they  don’t  go  anywhere  largely  because  Ivy  is  still  recognised  as  a  human  with  rights,  &  she  is  particularly  protected  as  such  within  Gotham  city  (probably  a  lot  thanks  to  the  influence  of  Batsy / Bruce,  but  I  also  think  its  fair  to  say  the  population  of  Gotham  has  grown  to  take  a  weird  pride  in  their  “home-grown  freaks”  &  can  be  protective  /  supportive  of  them  in  cases  like  this )  But  its  not  uncommon  for  others  to  try  &  violate  these  rights  in  the  name  of  the  greater  good.  As  a  RESULT  &  through  experience  with  these  things,  when  Ivy  isn’t  in  Arkham  she’s  usually  left  alone  &  she  understands  the  danger  she's  in  by  acting  out  which  means  she's  very  reclusive  &  doesn’t  tend  to  associate  with  human  populations  if  she  can  help  it.  She  never  goes  far  from  Gotham  because  that  is  the  place  she  is  “protected”  but  usually  if  she's  not  in  Arkham  she’s  probably  hauled  up  somewhere  in  Gotham’s  surrounding  wilderness  in  a  personal  grove  of  protective  /  man  eating  plants.  Typically,  as  long  as  Ivy  isn’t  doing  anything  to  threaten  anyone  in  Gotham  she's  left  alone  &  the  general  consensus  is  if  you  stumble  upon  Ivy’s  grove  you  need  to  leave  asap  &  stay  away  from  her.  Shes  kinda  like  a  local  &  very  real  cryptid  in  that  regard. 

[ From  here ] 

[hrodvitnon]

On one special occasion, Monster-X tells Ghids that they can invite some to enjoy Theirs and Tia's sessions if they want to. Ghidorah, surprisingly, decides to invite Goji to join them, one of the reasons being because they just know he will enjoy it (he was the one that encouraged them to try voyeurism out in the first place) and that's an offer the king of the monsters needed little to no time before taking.

Once Goji gets to Ghidorah's and Tia's love nest (although, much like when they were breeding Mothra, the nest was rebranded to be Monster-X and Tia's love nest for the time being) he immediately meet with a sight that makes him go from flaccid to rock hard in a instant.

Monster-X and Tia are already in the throes of passion and lust, moaning and roaring like you'd expect from two lust driven Titans going at it. Ghidorah is close to where the action is happening, indulging in every trust and orgasm coming from the pair while being content with just watching along. After the two alphas greet each other briefly, Goji settles himself close to them and begins to indulge in the wonderful sights as well. He also takes notice particularly on just how thick the air is with the pheromones of the mating pair, basically drowning out any scent other than Monster-X's and Tia's own.

At some point, a casual conversation issues between the Goji and Ghids. With the two Alphas discussing many subjects, from the positions the mating pair are in, to tempo and speed of Monster-X's trusts and even trying to make guesses on how many times Tia orgasms (they never reached a concensus) and Goji even goes on to confirm Ghidorah's suspicions, saying that Monster-X's dick did indeed get noticibly bigger (or just thicker) and he would know because he was the one tasked with cleaning them and Mothra up once they were done. He assumes it happened due to all the hormones coursing trough, as well as very willing female craving their attention at all the times.

Their body started to change so as to better fit their new role as Tia's little alpha, just like Tia changed for them to better suit her role as their willing slut. He even recalled a similar thing happening to Mothra, with her body and mind changing and adapting so as to better serve her role as her stud's "pet".

Ghidorah perks up at this last subject, very interested in what would entail such a regal and elegant creature as Mothra becoming a "pet" to her breeding stud. Goji smirks and enlightens them; Ghidorah decides to hold on to this information to either spice up their own relationship with Tia or give Monster X another means of pleasuring their lover. But until then, they have an idea: Ghidorah asks if Monster X has ever "jackhammered" Mothra, to which the King answers in the negative. All three heads smirk eagerly, and bark at Monster X to give their slut a good hammering.

Based on the ecstatic squealing from Tiamat and the positively feral glint in Monster X's bi-colored eyes, Goji must be in for a treat. Frame coursing with red electricity, their already muscular body bulges to Tia's delight, and like a thunderclap the stud's motions go from fast and powerful to a literal blur, so fast Goji's eyes can't keep up. Tia's body goes limp as she takes the brutal fucking, eyes rolling back and her screams warbling from the vibrations; she orgasms almost immediately and it's followed by more and more, her expression looking like she's been fucked right out of her skull. What glimpses Goji can make of Monster X's face is an expression of animalistic pleasure like they're possessed by a spirit of lust (Goji thinks the small Titan calls them incubi) and the little Alpha cums violently, their seed spraying all over the nest due to Monster X hammering away through their orgasm.

The King is stunned to silence when Monster X slows down just enough for them and Tia to alter positions per Ghidorah's wishes, only to speed right back up like nothing happened. Goji's rival smugly asks if Goji's jealous of how the stud can break a willing female's mind like that (somehow audible over the couple's wet slaps and moaning). After a moment Goji confidently replies that no, he isn't; this simply shows that all three of Tia's lovers can bring her ultimate pleasure in their own unique ways... but he concedes that Mothra and Rodan might be jealous.

[seeminglyseph]

I wanna draw something today but I’ve also gotten myself stuck scrolling so we’ll see who wins. but it might just be art of unnamed mads mikkelsen supervillain and kyle the superhero who actually is one of my huge major OCs but he was in an RP and that RP was such a toxic environment I developed vomiting as a psychosomatic stress response so like I’m working on it. (but most of the friends I made in that RP are still super cool and I wanna tell more stories but also like my life spiraled out of control recently so whatever.)

I’m thinking lots about Kyle because of it and like he was definitely a case of accidental self insert. like when you create a character that represents the way you want to be or be seen as? He is very very far from perfect. He comes from a superhero universe where he can like cause skin afflictions when he touches someone. because the line between ‘useless annoyance’ and ‘horrifying in all ways’ is very very small he didn’t use his powers very much... (also like the period of not controling his powers led him to causing harm to a great deal of people. some of which deserved it some of which didn’t. (his mom has baby shaped hand print burns on her arms from when he was a baby and lost control. but she also was the crazy kind of christian who tried to have her child exorcised and then basically abused the shit out of him because she thought he was was physically evil so... it’s complicated.)) but he was also like... beyond dirt poor. he lived in a like pay by the month one bedroom unfinished basement with a mattress on the floor and an old laptop for entertainment purposes. The building ultimately burned down because the heating and wiring was so bad. He worked full time at a gas station making like no money mostly working night shifts, spent all his money on rent and internet and ended up eating little to nothing healthy presenting a very underweight body with severe chronic pain issues. He started a big training regime and moved in to the superhero HQ where he kind of became team manager? He just has a natural inclination towards taking care of people and the team leader had some clear anxiety issues and like..... was an abusive shithead but I’m pretty sure that was accidental (incidentally the person playing that character was the one responsible for the tension and my anxiety and like... was possessive of my characters in a way that left me rather isolated from other people... there was. A lot. To unpack. just some incidental, accidental abusive friendships that I don’t really blame her for because I did not have boundaries and was in the first stages of trying to understand my trauma, so like. idk. she did like seriously hurt a lot of the people in the RP though so like it’s not just a case of me casting blame but it was a really complicated situation that nobody really understood until like.... this year when they got together to comfort me when my dad died and I explained how things were and they realised I wasn’t avoiding them but avoiding getting in trouble for not dedicating my time more to her?

honestly it all gets really confusing but most of it all happened after Kyle got kidnapped by some supervillains one of which..... was the kagicalbinch, but she left pretty much immediately despite starting the rp because she fucking did that. the other grew flowers that had like.... a superhero comic equivalent to the mind control drug? idk. we ended up altering the tone of the RP from like ‘kinda trashy smut’ to ‘basically a soap opera and sometimes a mission happens’ so afterward it was kinda half brushed under the table unless we needed to pull up some hard angst.

but I am thinking of going back to the trash and just creating a scenario that’s allowed to be fully indulgent because it’s not a group RP where I have to worry about everyone’s comfort levels. It’s indulgent trash that I can make up and tag and just.... come what may. So pheromones ‘cause I like the ideas of different scents influencing certain behavior. Thinking stuff like ‘obedience’ ‘lust’ ‘sleep’ ‘sickness’ ‘high’ that sort of effect. combined with a character in his like 50′s - 60′s who functions as a supervillain and is skilled in using his abilities to break down people’s behavior even when he isn’t using pheromones to influence them. (either pavlovian or by fear or placebo or that ‘mind break’ kind of behavior that only really makes sense in fiction where you can just go ‘this person “broke” and now they do whatever the story needs them to do’ you know? idk.) in the RP we pretty much immediately realised the creepy rape storyline was too uncomfortable for a group setting but..... honestly I just wanna make a weird fetish story about my character whose initial inspiration was ‘the shittiest guy you know’

(I didn’t know all the memes about the name Kyle when I named him Kyle, but he was already addicted to caffeine, high school dropout, worst dead end job, insomnia, mattress on the floor stoner type. but because in a way this was all inspired by me especially in my mid twenties only a cis dude who was a fictional character so I had the benefit of forethought before making him speak. (with a metaphor exaggeration bullshit backstory that I made up to justify traits more than like.... to mirror anything. Or because I wanted other OCs to find out about it and go ‘oh shit wait Kyle has depth.’ literally don’t read into it that much that I accidentally made Kyle myself in a way. He was also a creative exercise and a fun way to write dialogue I liked. it did give me a rush that my peers liked him in the game. (his reaction to being kidnapped in the RP, when he regained his wits, was to be so annoying that his basically the same age flighty impulsive kidnapper would just give up on him and let him go. also Kyle’s fear went so hard it turned off and he just started mouthing off instead. I was pretty sure it was a fun trait but I got hit with the ‘you never shut up about yourself’ by the leader in the end and it caused a doubt spiral..... lol being a dialogue heavy writer in an RP that wanted a larger wordcount on posts lead to very talkative characters. I struggled a bit haha)

I don’t know what I’m talking about anymore I’m really quite stoned but I really wanna do something and talk about Kyle more because he’s a very beloved oc

this is my dumb trash boy and I’m going to torture him for fetishistic catharsis

[latent-thoughts]

Fresh Tagging List

Dear Readers,  I’m sorry to bother you with this, but can you all please inform me (through message or asks, which fics you wanna be tagged in? I’m making a fresh taglist for every WIP I have. So I that I won’t tag people who aren’t interested in reading my fics. Please help me get my tags straightened. 

Here are my WIPs; kindly send me the list of fics out of these that you wanna be tagged in:

The Pursuit of a Simple Life

[Loki/OFC; Romance; Fluff; Angst (with a happy ending); False Identity; Collab Work]

Three years after returning to Earth with the other Asgardians following Ragnarok, Loki finds himself working for SHIELD, truly just trying to fight the boredom. While on an undercover mission, he unexpectedly begins to fall for his co-worker Gemma, and she seems to feel the same way…about Dave, his alter ego while in disguise. Can Loki continue a relationship with her while keeping his true identity a secret? How many lies can the ‘God of lies’ spin to keep his pursuit of a simple life? (Not entirely Ragarok compliant, as Thor is a good bro here.)

Warnings: Explicit sexual situations.

Rúnviðr

[Loki/OFC; Loki/Dragon; Action; Adventure; Romance; Suspense; Mystery; OMG THERE’S ONLY ONE BED]

Loki is sent on a mission to find and rescue the missing Vanir crown princess from the forest of untold magics. However, what he finds there baffles him completely. He’s taken captive by a magical dragon, who seems bent on keeping him in her lair, jeopardizing his quest. While Loki tries to forge an uncomfortable alliance with his captor, he cannot help but wonder if the creature was the one to take the princess.

Warnings: Explicit and wild sexual situations; Dragon/Loki sex (but don’t worry, the dragon is sentient).

Ravished by a God

[Loki/Reader; Romance; Action; Adventure; Humor; Kinks; Smut with Plot]

When a God decides to chase you, what do you do? You’re Tony Stark’s employee, living in the famed Stark Tower. One day, you get cornered by the notorious God of Mischief and have a very revealing experience about your own kinks. You get off on being forced into pleasure, and he takes note of that as well… Hence begins your clandestine dance with Loki, who is all too keen to claim you as his and show you all the forbidden pleasures he has to offer. (Based on 2 prompts from Imagine Loki Tumblr.)

Warnings: Non-Con/Dub-Con; Explicit sexual situations; Kinks galore.

Thirst

[Loki/OFC; Romance; Humor; Fluff; Adventure; Smut with Plot]

Post-Avengers AU, where Loki has been sent to Earth on probation, to be a consultant to SHIELD and take part in inter-realm missions. Loki and OFC get stranded on a harsh arid planet after completing their mission, and their only option is to wait for a rescue. In the meantime, they run out of food and water. While Loki can survive without sustenance, she cannot, and she has to rely on a rather unconventional source of sustenance for her survival - Loki’s cum. And Loki is very conflicted about this.

Warnings: Explicit sexual situations; Dub-Con (Loki’s side).

Fear and Other Related Emotions

[Loki/OFC; Action; Adventure; Romance; Angst (with a happy ending); Fluff; Kinks; Smut with heavy Plot; Thor-Loki sibling relationship; Loki makes frens]

Loki has an interesting encounter with a psychologist during his stay on the hellicarrier. She tries to engage him in conversation, and he tries to, well, create mayhem. She thinks she’d be rid of him after that, but no, it was only the beginning. They end up more intimately intertwined than any of them could have expected, leading Loki on a journey of self-discovery… a journey laden with trials and challenges.

Warnings: Explicit sexual situations, minor scenes dealing with trauma and implied torture (ref: Loki’s time with Thanos).

Loki and the Minion

[Loki/OFC; Humor; Romance; Employer-Employee Relationship; Loki Rules Midgard; King Loki; UST; Awkwardness]

Loki hires OFC as a manager and his guide to everything Midgardian. He doesn’t make it easy for her, though. He causes trouble, doesn’t listen to her advice very often, and in general, annoys and intimidates her. He is the God of Mischief, and she the nearest target available to him. However, slowly, his mischief towards her becomes more intimate in nature, and keeping everything professional becomes rather impossible.

Warnings: Explicit sexual situations.

That wasn’t the plan!

[Loki/Many Women; Loki/Natasha Romanoff; Sex Pollen Trope; Kinks; Smut; Humor; Adventure]

Based on a prompt posted at Imagine Loki Tumblr- Imagine Loki’s biology making it so that when he lands on Earth, his pheromones make everyone around him uncontrollably horny. His plans for world domination might end up in a different way than he planned. Stuttgart would be epic, with people literally jumping him right and left.

Basically, Loki fudges up his magic spell and it causes his Jotun biology to act up. He ends up, well, surrounded by a lot of women (a lot!). Not the plan he had in mind when he came down to conquer Midgard.

Warnings: Dub-Con (Loki’s Side); Explicit sexual situations.

Bugsy’s Lucky Day

[Loki/OFC; Kinks; Smut; Adventure; Crazy Situations; Dark Humor; Collab Work]

Loki lands on Sakaar and immediately finds himself in the clutches of the Grandmaster’s kind of - sort of adopted daughter-Bugsy. She’s a chimera of different creatures (with a petite body, diaphanous wings, enormous eyes, and certain other peculiarities). And she’s also a mad scientist to boot, bent on experimenting on Loki in many crazy (and sexual) ways.

Warnings: Non-Con/Dub-Con (mostly Loki’s side); Explicit sexual situations; Kinks galore; Sexual slavery.

[hennyjolzen]

Smell Your Way Home A razzle of citrus. Cut grass. Spike of bergamot crushed between dogteeth. Star-scent. Shiver-musk. Your antennae quiver with sparkling electrons. You hum and skim through oak trees, singing with your whole body until you reach it: the hollowed out oak trunk. The place your brothers and sister have been covering with a perfume called 'home'.   "Swarming bees locate a new hive and attract the rest of the colony through the use of a pheromone called Nasanov that includes such familiar terpenoids as geraniol, nerolic acid, and citral acid. Produced by glands placed parenthetically around a worker bee’s stinger, beekeepers have noted that the Nasanov pheromone can be detected by a naked human nose and smells of lemongrass. This is a fact that beekeepers take advantage of when they use lemongrass essential oil to trap bees or introduce them to a new 'hive'. In fact, bees' lives are intimately orchestrated by smells. The smells of flowers and, most importantly, the pheromones secreted by their queen. The queen coordinates behavior, hive-building, defensive techniques, and nectar-collecting strategies via her pheromones. Interestingly enough, if you remove a queen and wait for her 'smell' to blow away, you insert in another queen and drastically alter the collective behavior of the hive. The bees live in the Queen’s smell, her atmospheric aroma, like we live inside culture, unwittingly letting it orchestrate and organize our tasks and lives. Beekeepers have observed that when dealing with an aggressive hive, if you remove the queen and let her pheromones fade before adding in a 'gentle' queen substitute, you can create the conditions for a 'calm' colony.   "Smell is vital across species. Dogs are the most popular example, smelling oncoming seizures in human owners, unearthing Iron Age corpses, and locating prized truffles blooming darkly below the duff. In Texas, cadaver compound was injected into oil pipes, and the pipes were observed for vulture activity to locate where the pipes had sprung a leak. The vultures honed in on the smell of corpse emanating from the broken pipes. Elephants choose the most nutritious, highest sugar-content fruit, by way of a scent evaluation. Recent studies at Oxford University’s Department of Zoology demonstrated that Scopoli shearwater birds navigate great distances across water by way of 'olfactory maps'. The study shows that many other birds find their way home by smell. The ocean is an odoriferous landscape. It is a series of perfumed songlines. "The idea of songlines might not be that much of a stretch. The Vibration Theory of Smell posits that just as smell is, in a manner, touch – an interaction between scent molecules 'touching' into the olfactory cleft of our nose and setting off a domino-chain of electrons – so smell might also be sound. First formulated by Malcom Dyson in 1928, it suggests that a molecule’s smell is due to its vibration frequency. The theory has received pushback from the 'shape' theory, which posits that molecular shape is more important than vibration, but as a poet, I am drawn to the lyrical nature of smell as song. Perhaps that’s why, faced by impoverished smell vocabulary, we rely on phrases like 'chord' or 'note' or 'symphony' when describing perfumes and complex aromas.   "Humans, although we live in a culture biased towards visual and auditory stimuli, receive a remarkable amount of information via smell. Recent research has upended the myth that humans are smell deficient. The human nose is capable of distinguishing over a trillion distinct odors. A Scottish woman named Joy Milne can accurately make a diagnosis of Parkinson with her nose. In fact, her nose is a finer diagnostic tool than any technology, picking up the disease years before it even registers on traditional tests. It may be that this skill isn’t just her superpower. We are all making subconscious decisions based on smell all the time, like the worker bees inside the pheromonal ocean of the queen’s influence. In a famous study nicknamed the 'sweaty T-shirt' experiment, a Swiss scientist Claus Wedekind showed that people exposed to T-shirts soaked in different people’s body odor, unknowingly and consistently picked the T-shirt from the person with the histocompatibility gene (MHC) that was most different from their own. The MHC gene is responsible for the growth of a healthy immune system and it has been shown that mates that represent a diverse combination of MHC genes produce healthier, more immunologically robust children. Studies aside, most people have had the experience, at least once in their life, of smelling a lover’s body odor and knowing deeply, somatically, that there is chemistry. What if we didn’t date via visual cues, but dated via smell? Would we make better partner choices?   "We smell events before they happen. Cut grass blows downwind. Bad smells shepherd us away from fire, from pollutants, from eating rotten food. We smell events that have happened. And memory is intimately entangled with smell. A perfect blend of lily and gardenia summons my grandmother with such vivacity that the rest of her easily materializes: I see her powder blue dress, her dove broach, her mischievous eyes. Long dead, I open her old perfume jar and suddenly I can touch her again, speak to her. Smell is often the doorway into other sensory experiences. The Song of Songs, one of the most popular parts of the Jewish Bible, is a glossary of erotic smells. The smell of spikenard and aloes and myrrh leads us through the Gospels. Jesus is constantly anointed, washed, articulated by smell. As a writer, I have observed in the writing I love and the writing that I create, that smell is one of the most effective ways to build an embodied world. We know that most of taste is really smell. The first mouthful of wine on a summer night. The dark cherry of black coffee sipped as the sun spills into your living room.   "The artist Kate McLean, interested in biosemiotics defined as the exchange of sensory signals between animals and their environments, has created a project called Sensory Maps. She gets people to 'map' their cities by smell and creates complex 'smellscape' maps with the aggregate information she receives from participants. Mostly focusing on urban environments, McLean has suggested these maps can be utilized by Urban planners and developments. Where should smells be preserved? Where should we not develop, due to a bad odor? Diving into her work, I was immediately reminded of Bernie Krause and his Acoustic Niche Hypothesis in relationship to Soundscape Ecology. The theory is that animals in a shared ecosystem develop different tones and rhythms that collaborate like an orchestra. Each sound finds its perfect channel so that it doesn’t 'interrupt' anyone else’s song. "Poetically thinking with the Vibration theory of smell as being related to sound, I wonder what an Aroma Niche Hypothesis would look like? Do ecosystems evolve complex symphonies of smell – fungal, vegetal, animal, elemental – that all cooperate and combine into a polyphony? And if this is true, what of anthropogenic smell? What about smell pollution that is so pervasive it almost, especially in the smell maps of Kate Mclean, overwhelms any other biological, environmentally excreted perfumes? What if birds can’t find their song/smell lines across the ocean? What if we are wearing so much synthetic perfume that we can’t make a correct olfactory assessment of a potential mate? "I’m not trying to answer any questions. I’m trying to smell them. I’ve always had a problematically sensitive nose. I can smell when someone is sick before they know it. There are certain mycelium I know by a taste as I walk over their hidden underground bodies, not their visible fruiting mushrooms. I have often thought I will know I have found my partner when my nose tells me. My nose will know, better than my mind ever will. In fact, I harbor a deep, mushy belief that my nose is my most direct connection to my heart.   "What if, taking our inspiration from Kate McLean, and bringing it out of human-dominated environments, we tried to retrain our noses to detect subtle cues. What if you mapped your neighborhood? A nearby trail? Keep a notebook of smell observations. Don’t worry about using smell words. Make something up. Use a color. A sound. A feeling. The English language needs to be composted. It needs neologisms and kennings that properly reflect our ability to detect over a trillion different 'smell songs'.  Smell is haptic. It reflects our intimacy with the world every time we breathe in volatile molecules and let them cascade into our brain chemistry. Smell is song, vibrating with melodic messages about behavior and mates and environmental hazards. And smell is deeply erotic. It connects us with our deep somatic appetites. Maybe it even guides us toward our ecological olfactory niche. Just like the bees follow the lemongrass pheromone to their new hive, maybe smell can show us how to get 'home': home, for me, being a state of mind. A state of mind where I realize everything is alive. Everything is funky. Musty. Lusting. Loving. Everything, even without a voice, without a sound, is talking.

Sophie Strand

[ks-caster]

Beth Liveblogs Black Widow

Bought that premium access on Disney+ so I can have the privilege of pausing for snacks and using subtitles as needed - so let’s go! 

Beth’s Spoiler-Free Review: Overall I thoroughly enjoyed the movie - the plot was compelling, the characters were likable, and the stunts were really excellent. I felt like hair and makeup dropped the ball on realism multiple times which I was sad about, because how she looks seems to be pretty important to Nat so I expected it to be done well in her movie. 

I did not like the way they framed the tail end (denouement - obviously because this movie is mid-series we know how it ends to an extent) - I felt like the connect-up to Infinity War was lackluster, especially compared to how enjoyable and dynamic the rest of the film was.

Spoilery live-reactions are under the cut. Click at own risk! Feel free to rebagel with your own impressions, thoughts, jokes and rebuttals!

The movie begins with a young Nat with blue dyed hair and visible roots, showing her natural red. Do you know how hard it is to get natural red out of hair, enough to make it blue and not green? And I’m supposed to believe that a middle-school age girl in 1995 Ohio had access to these chemicals? I’ll give her the white hair in IW/Endgame because she’s an adult with a lot of experience as a spy altering her appearance. But as a child? In the 90s? While her family is apparently in hiding? Sus.

The scene with Alexei laying on the on the wing while Nat learns to fly? AMAZING stunts. Amazing. AND someone in an action movie is finally smart enough to shoot the tires.

Nice skills on young Nat, getting the gun. Since we know from Endgame that Nat’s father is named Ivan, we know that Alexei isn’t really her dad. She also refers to presumably the red room as going “back.” Was she lent out to these agents to legitimize their family?

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Nice knife moves, Yelena - I love the hand switch.

Ooooh so she was being mind controlled and the red stuff freed her? Interesting.

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Nat is in Norway - visit Thor! He’d love to have you. (I’m mixing up my timeline, aren’t I?)

Supplies Dude whose name I didn’t catch refers to the Avengers breakup as a divorce - I kinda love it. It’s accurate!

BUDAPEST omg are we finally going to get the story?? Are we??

Box dye? I’m supposed to believe she got all that red out of her hair with flippin’ Loreal? Really? And that toner isn’t even the color she ultimately went - it’s too yellow. Sus.

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Oop, looks like Nat got caught up in Yelena’s desertion.

Do not give Nat your metal frisbee, robocop - she’s been around Steve long enough that she knows how to use it.

I laughed out loud when she did the string him up thing with the cables - literal spider move, I love it!

Mystery box is empty - classic bait and switch.

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BUDAPEST - WE ARE IN BUDAPEST - IT’S HAPPENING PEOPLE

Nat closing the door behind her is a small thing but I appreciate it - no sneaking up behind her.

When Yelena throws Nat in the kitchen and her feet hit the door and she spins before she hits the ground? That was a helluva stunt.

Oooooh honey. No body left to check is ALWAYS movie code for they lived.

Dreykov’s daughter? Another hint from Avengers 2012? C’mon, movie.

Riding the chimney down? Another incredible stunt. 

Dreykov can scan his soldiers’ bodies and terminate them if they’re too damaged to keep fighting? Big yikes. With Nat where she is character development wise, the stakes are now much higher because if she injures an opponent they may be killed remotely.

“Do you want me to chase him down and un-steal it?”

The car door under the bike was an excellent stunt - as was the car going into the subway. Though I’ve never seen a subway entrance big enough to admit a car.

Who hasn’t wanted to slide down the middle to avoid the crowded escalators lol.

Yelena making fun of Nat’s sexy poses I am LIVING omg.

Running water for wounds. RUNNING WATER. NOT ALCOHOL. The vodka goes on the INSIDE for the pain - the running water cleans the OUTSIDE. If there’s a convenience store then there’s a bathroom, with running water. Cleansing with something like alcohol is a LAST RESORT and you do not look like you’re at that point resource-wise. I thought these ladies were supposed to be highly trained in all of the things?

“Could be fun though.” “I saw where he put the keys” “Top drawer green cabinet.” I love their chaos.

Yelena’s vest and its pockets and the resulting conversation are positively majestic.

“You are sensitive.” “You’re a very annoying person.”

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Do! Not! Move! Around! Like! That! While! Getting! A! Tattoo!!!! That poor artist was trying his best and Alexei just...

Ooooh was Red Guardian like Captain Russia? Interesting.

“Just don’t make a scene.” “You made a scene didn’t you.”

David Harbor running up that wall and then wiping out after the guard shocks him... I really loved that stunt, especially since they don’t show him being all super cut - he’s a big guy! He’s allowed to have fat over his muscles and still be a strong dude! I love it.

“Such a poser.” Girl, you need to meet Loki - he does a lot of hair flips too lol.

The sibling energy between the girls during the rescue!!!

“Whooooooa... this would be a cool way to die.” Yelena, I’m not necessarily disagreeing with you but get your head in the game girl.

Poor Alexei - he never gets to do the dramatic escape from *inside* of the aircraft.

Hang on, no ovaries? So all of these women are now in immediate, surgically-induced menopause? The uterus part makes sense if the intent was to prevent them from getting pregnant if they have sex during a mission, but, what, they gotta be on estrogen supplements for the rest of their lives? That’s just really poor planning. Like it was hilarious the way Yelena went into the biology of it to make Alexei uncomfortable, but that really doesn’t make sense to do to your superhero kids. It’s just bad science.

Love that Yelena keeps her vest even after she changes into her matching white flight suit. That vest better make it to the end of the movie.

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“Honey, we’re home.” I 100% expected her to shoot him on sight tbh. it would have been funny.

Alexei squeezing into the uniform is such a post-pandemic feel. Also all of the fancy braids at that table; I see where Natasha got her propensity for them.

Animal cruelty warning, ugh. Poor piggy Alexei.

Oooh the photo album and Natasha remembered staging the pictures; they’re emotional for her but in a different way.

I wonder if robocop’s shield is actually Alexei’s.

The singing between Alexei and Yelena was a really beautiful moment because it was neither auto-tuned-good nor hilariously bad - it felt really real, especially the way Yelena’s so choked up she can barely make sounds come out.

Uh-oh, mama has one of those monitor your vitals and kill your ass suits. The suits I understand - the eyeliner though... when and why did she do her makeup?? That’s not really the thing that comes to mind for me when I’m getting ready to do something athletic, like say kidnapping my supersoldier fake family.

“This is a much less cool way to die.” Also WTF why would they do that. Wouldn’t it be easier to get the information out of her while her brain is still attached to, y’know, her mouth??

CLEVER CLEVER CLEVER they switched outfits and faces ooooooh like mother like daughter.

The door opening as Alexei is leaning against it dramatically bahahahaha

I love the plan. I’m thoroughly weirded out that Melina has a red wig just lying around that perfectly immitates Natasha though. 

“Yelena, it’s mama. You have a two-inch blade in your belt.”

Oh. My. God.

Antonia.

A pheromone lock preventing them from hurting them if they’re close enough to smell him - I like it. It’s clever and new.

Bahahaha poser! You posed I saw you! Still love the vest.

Natasha is really good at manipulating people’s emotions to get what she wants - I mean, scary good. So if she’s provoking Dreykov into beating her up, there’s a reason. 

“Using the only resource the world has too much of - girls.” Kill him. 

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When I say I whooped out loud... SEVERING THE NERVE. Thank you for your cooperation. YAAAAAAS QUEEN.

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“Slight change of plans - we are going into a controlled crash.” The way she said that was just so mom-like omg!

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The grenade as a delivery system was super smart - but yikes what if she’d mistimed it and blew Natasha up? Also, after the beating she took and how hard she had to wack her own face into the desk to sever her olfactory nerve and the amout of blood we saw her leave behind from doing that, her face should be a LOT more messed up, come on makeup department.

“Get as far away from here as possible.” And then keep going because General I-Collect-Supersoldiers-Like-Stamps Ross is about to turn up at your location looking for trouble and he’d snap you ladies up like there’s a fire sale and you’re going out of stock.

This crash doesn’t look all that controlled, Melina. I’m starting to suspect that most of the widows won’t live long enough to make their own decisions...

All of the aerial stunts were amaaaaaazing - the way Nat slowed herself by sliding down the panels so Antonia could catch up with her and she could deploy her parachute... 

The vest survived the movie!!!

Fuuuuuck Ross is showing up and he sucks and I hate him and I’m super worried that he’s gonna take the vest from Nat if he takes her into custody. Please don’t let her lose the vest. 

Okay, there is now zero reason for Nat to stay behind. They have an aircraft. She had plenty of time to just board it and leave?

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Okay okay okay Ross did not get her and did not take the vest. But am I supposed to believe she bleached her hair, toned it blonde, and then re-bleached and re-toned it to silver? Who does that? That would be terrible for her hair. Her scalp would be burned all to hell from the amount of chemicals needed to not only get all that red out but THEN get the blonde toner out. Y’know what color silver toner is? Blue/purple. Y’know what happens when you mix that with yellow? Green. And not a nice green either (I speak from experience). No. Her hair at the end of the movie? Cancelled. 

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SHE GOT THE DOG!!!

Oh, ouch. Big ouch. I hurt like a lot now. This is so not an okay way to end the -

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Countess I-Forgot-Your-Name-Already?

Oh no. Oh no. That’s worse. That’s a lot worse. We are now setting up the Hawkeye series and I while I’m horrified that this was how they ended the film, I gotta say that’s going to make for some wonderful angst in that series on both Clint and Yelena’s parts and I am here for it!

OVERALL IMPRESSION

I really, really enjoyed this movie, I thought the story was compelling, the stunts were really excellent, and I liked the character dynamics and the twist

I did not like the ending - it just sort of fell off quickly and didn’t feel satisfying after an otherwise really fun movie. I also take issue with the hair and makeup as shown among the characters, as seen in my several rants to that effect.

I would have liked to have seen a few more childhood/training flashbacks, and absolutely would have loved a cameo from Jeremy Renner (not just his voice) and to see him and Nat meeting and him giving her the whole dad speech that he does so well - bonus points if she could have then quoted him to Yelena or Antonia, showing the way that multiple people had a formative effect on her (an answer to the “The Avengers aren’t really your family either” comment).

[thecosmicjackalope]

It’s probably not gonna happen but you know what would be amazing for next episode?

Kiteman leaves without saying anything to Harley or Ivy, who are then left comforting each other about the situation. Both feel like pieces of shit and both are confused about how to move on. Days pass. Weeks pass. As the city rebuilds itself, Kiteman is nowhere to be found and there’s a wall between Harley and Ivy. Everything between them is awkward now because Harley still wants to pursue Ivy but Ivy is riddled with guilt and is still confused about her feelings for Harley and for Kiteman. The crew suffers through the tension, moving between helping them get through their shit and trying to find Kiteman. Ivy wants to find him and so does Harley, but there is still an undercurrent of jealousy from Harley because Ivy’s focused on finding Kiteman and won’t even talk to her about the future and “what happens now.”

During all this, Gotham’s abuzz with gossip about what they have seen and everyone’s taking sides (like how we all are in the comments sections). There’s a good portion of the population that are hounding Harley and Ivy about their “new relationship”, some people are spitting on Harley and calling her a home wrecker (especially Kiteman’s parents, which would kind of be a nice little way to nod at the fact that despite being assholes they do still stand by him), Ivy has people who are talking about how glad they are that she’s dumped “that loser” which fills her with even more guilt, and everyone is laughing about Kiteman, with some wondering about where he is.

The scene shifts and we find Kiteman out of his costume, grounded, without his kite, blending in with everyone around him and succeeding because no one sans Ivy has seen him without his get up. He wanders from place to place, never really going anywhere, sometimes dropping by old spots where he and Ivy had some moments together. He’s not eating, he’s sleeping too much, living like he’s already dead. He walks by a wedding venue and sees the happy couple kiss and look into each other’s eyes lovingly.

He forces himself to look away.

Eventually he wanders into THE PIT or somewhere nearby, feeling low as dirt, lost, confused. He still hasn’t said a line since the episode started. He’s hanging out in the wreckage and the waste, he sees a kite, or perhaps a little harlequin doll, or something that reminds him of what he’s lost. And he snaps, and starts stomping on it and having a breakdown when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns to see that it’s Bane. Expecting Bane to attack him or do worse, Kiteman - or, “just Chuck” at this point - welcomes death. Bane refuses. In fact, he sits down with Kiteman and the camera and the audio pans and fades away respectively as they begin to have a long honest talk.

Back in the city of Gotham, Harley and Ivy have one big argument with a lot of their ugliest feelings bubbling up to the surface and bursting out. Very harsh words are exchanged. They separate, leaving behind the crew, lost, confused and hurt that three people they care about are suffering so much. Ivy goes to be alone in a place she loves, maybe an old greenhouse. Harley goes to a carnival or maybe some batting cages to practice her swing. Each of them respectively are confronted by different people who have something to say - Ivy is approached by Catwoman who “had a feeing she’d be at her usual spot” and Harley is confronted by Batgirl and Batman. They all talk.

Batman talks to Harley about relationships and responsibility and knowing what you want and listening to other people, going off of his own failed romances with Talia and Catwoman respectively, possibly even acknowledging a budding relationship with Wonder Woman or Superman (or both, as, in a hilarious twist, their incident with Ivy’s pheromones lead to them questioning their relationships with each other and trying to be a poly throuple). Batman closes the convo off with saying that Harley has to face the music for the people she’s hurt, but also says that he’ll be happy to see her with someone who treats her right and encourages her to listen to her heart. Harley admits that she feel like she doesn’t deserve love and Batgirl argues that yes she does. She thanks Harley for some of her good deeds, and especially for inspiring her to stand up for the person she loves (her dad) and be his hero, the hero that Gotham needed, while Batman was out. And she closes her end of the conversation by telling Harley that no matter what she chooses, she will stand by her decision. Harley smiles and hugs her, and humorously, Batman gets dragged into the hug and hates the whole experience.

In their own space, Catwoman and Ivy talk. Ivy vents to Catwoman about everything that’s gone down and all of her feelings and guilt and confusion about it, and for once, Catwoman listens, without fuss, without sarcasm, without a word at all. When Ivy admits that she thinks it’s over between them and that maybe it was doomed from the start, Catwoman talks about her romance with Batman, how she always expected it to be doomed, caused it to self destruct and how very deeply she regrets that she let him get away and didn’t try to actually fix the problems in their relationship. She admits that she’s lonely and that she lives her life alone and that she enjoys it, but that it doesn’t come without problems. It comes with regrets. It comes with emptiness. It comes with too heavy a price sometimes. And she encourages Ivy, in her own aloof, standoffish way, that if Ivy really feels like she has something special with Kiteman and Harley, she should pursue it. She should be honest with her feelings about both.

So Ivy and Harley run into each other, and they apologize and tell each other what they want. Harley wants Ivy, and also to take responsibility for how she did Kiteman dirty and wants to mend her friendship with him. Ivy admits she loves Harley and Kiteman both and wants to talk to them both to see if they can all pursue something together, namely, if Ivy is romantically with both, and if Kiteman and Harley are okay with that.

But first they have to apologize and take responsibility for what they’ve done.

At that moment, Kiteman enters the doorway. He’s wearing his uniform, he’s got his things. Ivy and Harley are relieved to see him, but somethings wrong. They can tell something is wrong. He walks past Harley like she’s not even there and he talks to Ivy and tells her that he’s leaving Gotham for another city, somewhere where he can start over, somewhere with lots of wind to soar majestically or something or other. Ivy asks him why and he finally finally lets out all his hurt feelings. Without yelling or raising his voice, he calls her out on all her bullshit, stating that if she had just respected and loved him enough to be honest, they could have worked through it. But she didn’t. And to him, that was unforgivable. He says something along the lines of “ive been a joke to everyone around me since the day I was born. But I thought, for once, I found someone who saw me for who and what I really was. A person. When I met you, I finally thought I found my match, my partner in crime who I could spend the rest of my life with, who would be with me no matter what. But I was wrong. In the end.... I was just a joke to you too.”

Ivy is hurt by this and tries to apologize but Kiteman says he’s made up his mind and he just came by for closure and to give her a proper goodbye. Harley tries to apologize, Kiteman ignores her but does tell the others he’s out of the crew and flies off.

He takes one last look behind him, but he doesn’t look at Ivy. He looks at Harley, not with hate, or anger, but bitter disappointment and betrayal. And it’s at this point that Harley truly realizes what she’s done.

Since You’ve Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson, aka Harley and Ivy’s trademark wedding song request, starts playing in the background as a sequence starts to play. Ivy and Harley drift apart. The rest of the crew - Frank, KS, Clayface and Sy - all struggle with the loss of Kiteman. If Harley was the brains of the group, Kiteman was the heart, and without him everything feels colder. Life in Gotham goes on. Villains fight heroes. People rebuild. College kids graduate, and Joker and his new girlfriend witness the kids perform at a school play, with all of his goons in the audience cheering them on. Bane continues helping others. Nora, Jennifer and Catwoman pay their respects to Dr Frieze and leave flowers on his grave before going out to dinner together as friends (and yes, they all have Cobb Squad tattoos on their arms). Riddler still does his riddles but has started teaching a class for cardio at a local gym and is deeply enjoying it. The only job Dr Psycho can get is running and operating a Ferris wheel ride at the local carnival, which, ironically, he’s good at and he actually kind of enjoys, if only because it’s easy money. He watches as a short little girl JUST misses the height test...and uses his powers to alter the sign so she can ride, just so she doesn’t know the crushing disappointment he felt when he was a kid. (Humorously, When she inevitably falls off the Ferris wheel later, he casually catches her with his powers and sets her back down on the ground without even looking up from the porn mag he’s browsing.) Batgirl and Gordon play videogames together until something comes onto the police radio, after which they race to the roof to meet Damien and Batman waiting for them in a jet. Damien shows a flicker of jealousy towards Barbara, but there’s clear implication that the two will form a strong sibling like bond. Batman smiles at Gordon and Gordon smiles at Batman.

Gotham rebuilds. Life goes on.

But in the very last scene, as the song comes to a close, the crew disbands, and Harley and Ivy separate, with heavy hearts and too much baggage between them for anything, even their friendship. King Shark goes back to the ocean, ready to throw himself into his loveless marriage. Clayface leaves for Hollywood, ever hopeful that maybe someday he can become a true thespian. Ivy takes Frank and Harley takes Sy. As Ivy and Frank look on with teary eyes, Harley gets into her car and drives off into the sunset, and leaves Gotham city limits while crying her heart out.

And that’s how the season ends.