#also what are guests. who are they. are they out there?

[siri-ike]

(TW: the bats keep getting more reasons to think Danny was being abused, and the clueless one is oblivious to how things look.) (Also, this danny is cis, but circumstances keep making him look trans)

"I can't, I have to go. He knows what I look like." Even Danny could hear how half-hearted his plea was.

"It's not like he'll be looking for you while it's raining." Bruce suggested. "The forecast said it should be over by 2 pm. Think you could stay till then?"

Danny looked outside. The rain really didn't look that bad. Not 4 more hours bad. But he also really wanted a shower and dry clothes. He couldn't think it over much before the baby started crying. He hadn't been able to feed it. It must have been just as uncomfortable as he was. "Do you have diapers?"

Through some witchcraft and not at all Danny's own hunger, he got tricked into eating the most delicious meal he's ever had. None of it was poisoned, drugged, or undead. Ten out of ten. Danny giggled to himself at the thought, earning a look from a weary looking older teenager. The look wasn't suspicious. It was more like confusion. The same look people give you when they're trying to remember your name and end up calling you Inviso-Bill. Danny hurriedly finished his plate and was about to run off, but that was when the old guy, Alfred, came back with the baby in a cloth diaper. He must have cleaned off the rest of the vat goop, too. Danny decided to stay a while longer. Just to make sure the baby settled in. After that, he's gone for sure.

Alfred tried feeding it, but the baby just kept slapping away at the food. Danny wasn't too surprised. This thing had probably never even seen food before. It finally managed a lucky slapp and got mushy something all over the man's clothes. "I say, this is no way to treat a butler."

"Alfred," the boy across the table spoke. "Do you have a baby with you?"

"The baby is real master Tim. Go to bed." He sounded exasperated.

"Ha, I always thought Dick would be the first to get some girl pregnant. But you Jason?"

"Master Daniel is our guest, master Jason is at his own apartment." Alfred sounded like a man holding in violence.

Danny stood up. "Can I try?" He walked over to the highchair, grabbed the plate of mush, put a small serving of it directly on the chairs' tray table, and a little swipe of it on the baby's nose.

The baby looked confused as all hell. It grabbed the handful of goo on its face and examined it. Then, gave it a little nibble. Make sure it's safe. Naturaly, the stuff on the table has to be taste tested, too. Both turned out to be food.

Danny wiped the food off his finger but hesitated to turn away. It's not like he's mad at the clone or anything. He can't be. That would be wrong. Vlad is the only villain. That's who he should be mad at. It didn't choose to be made.

"Alfred," Danny mumbled, looking down at the baby. What's the sex? He wanted to ask. He tried to ask. But he couldn't.

"The bathroom door locks, so does the bedroom door, and there are fresh clothes next to the bath." Nightwing rattled off, way too energetically. "The room is all yours. If you follow the blue ming vases, you'll get to the living room. I'll come back in an hour to check on you. Do not fall asleep in the bathtub." He sounded like he was speaking from experience.

As if he could be dumb enough to fall asleep in the bath.

He could have sat in that bath forever. It was so warm, Nightwing put some kind of salt in it or something, and it smelled so nice. It was even strong enough to overpower his natural sent of "sweaty with a hint of death." Danny let himself sink in. He relished in the feeling of warm soapy water in his hair. He touched it, and it almost felt like entire clumps of grime and grease came out. He lingered below the surface for a while, much longer than any living person could. He didn't care. He wanted to enjoy being caressed by the water. He took a cleansing breath and, oh, fuck, shit, dammit. He pulled himself up, coughing and wheezing.

The doorhandle wiggled. "Danny, are you ok?!" Nightwing yelled from the other side. Had it been an hour already? The key hole made clinking noises.

"I'm fine." He called back, embarrassed. He got out and wrapped the towel around himself. It was so warm and plush. And wide too. He had to put it all the way up to his armpits, and it still reached below his knees.

Nightwing got through the lock and burst in.

"Not much use in a lock if you can get in anyway."

Dick saw the choke marks around the boys eyes, bruises all over his arms, and one on his left calf. "Did you fall asleep?" Dick stared directly at a set of stitches on his right inner elbow and two near his collarbone.

"Uhm, yeah. I did. Guess I was more tired than I thought." Danny lied. He was tired, but ghosts don't really need to sleep. He regains energy by engaging with his obsessions. Which admittedly he hadn't been able to do in a while.

Dick didn't buy it for a second. He's led the Titans long enough to know a depressed teen when he sees one.

"Can I get dressed?" Danny wanted him out as fast as possible. Dick left the room, but Danny suspected he was standing right outside. He threw on the nice soft red pajama bottoms and the loose white t-shirt provided. He was proven right when he stepped out, and Nightwing was still there. It's like this guy expects him to try and escape or something. Which he will. As soon as the rain stops. Danny looked to the window at the clear sky. Uh, 5 more minutes. "Do you guys have a library or something?" Look, if he's ever going to see a super old astronomy book, it's gonna be now.

Dick was a little taken aback by the question. If anything, he thought the boy would want to sleep. "Sure, it's, ah, down the hallway. Just follow me."

The library was huge. Bigger even than the public library at home. It was reminiscent of the library from Beauty and the Beast. He hurried directly to the science section. High up on a wooden shelf, he spotted a leather book. No name, but he recognized the constellation embroidered on the spine. The Fornax constellation. It's not a flashy one, just a square, really. It doesn't matter. Space is space. Danny would have just floated up there if he wasn't being watched. "I wanna see that one." He pointed twenty feet up. "Is there a ladder around here?"

Dick simply climbed up the shelves and brought the giant book down with him. He's the reason Bruce had the shelves reinforced. He's also the reason all the chandeliers are reinforced. This thing had to weigh a solid 20 pounds. He walked past Danny and placed it directly on a table with a thudd.

Danny eagerly blew on the cover, revealing a name in caligraphy. 30 more minutes can't hurt.

Danny looked so excited about the book that Dick decided to leave him alone in there. He needed to check in with the others anyway.

Bruce sat in his office/meeting room, the one he uses whenever the police visit. On his desk were two sets of adoption papers, from the bottom right drawer. One was practically filled out with all of Danny's information, but the other was mostly blank. Not counting Bruce's information, which is prefilled in on most of them. "Can you tell me when you were born?" He said in a soft jokey tone. The baby was more preoccupied with a baby book. "No? How about a name? Never had to pick a name before." He'd have to wait for Danny to wake up to awnser the rest. For the time being, he was fully content with canceling all of today's plans and baby proofing the mansion. "Who's there?" He pointed to the door, still in a baby voice.

Dick stopped hlering and came in.

"Danny asleep yet?"

"No, he's at the library, reading some book about stars. Look, B, I'm not sure how much we can leave him alone. He tried to drown himself in the bath."

"Are you sure?" Bruce raised an eyebrow. A purposeful movement. He's perfectly capable of keeping his face stoic.

"Pretty sure." Nightwing looked down.

"And he's in the library alone?"

"Dami's in the library, too. He's there all the time now."

"He started Journey to the west. He says they shouldn't be removed from the set."

"Did you put down a name yet?"

"No, I'll try to get one out of the boy. He'll stay if we get him attached."

"I was thinking the same thing, but in less creepy words."

The library was unusually cold for such a lavish mansion. Danny could even see his breath. He felt his eyelids get heavier with each page turned. The book smelled like dust, and his arms were reluctant to move. With a lot of effort, he turned one more page. The Fornax Constellation. Finally. He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't. He had, to, find the, zztar, the right zzstazzz. Zzzz.

Damian stared at the stranger in his house. In his library. That Grayson had just invited in. And he dared fall asleep with his head in a 300 year old book?

He moved silently in order to rescue the book from potential drool and guaranteed skin oils and wet hair. He slid the book across the table and pulled out his cellphone.

"Father. Why is there a stranger snoring in the library?"

"This trespass will not be tolerated."

"That does not excuse such heathenus behavior."

"Some astronomy book. The over appears from the 17th century."

Damian huffed over to the book and looked at the cover. "There's no name. Just some gears and stars burned into the leather."

"Then remove him, and discuss it in the evening."

Damian hung up and sneered at the boy. It's, too warm in here, for condensation.

It didn't take long for Nightwing to return.

"Expect him to put up a fight?" Damian commented.

Nightwing looked confused, and then he looked down at his full gear. "I didn't have time to change." He looked over to Danny. "Did you talk to him?"

"Yes, Grayson. The first thing I do when I spot an intruder is have a pleasant conversation."

Damian has a way of testing Dicks patients. He picked Danny up with very little effort and carried him out. He felt cold. The room wasn't cold. He just took a warm bath. His clothes are dry. And yet his breath was visible, and his skin was freezing.

Nightwing carefully set Danny down in his bed and put a thermometer in his mouth.

*crack*

"What are you doing?!"

Danny kept chewing as he opened his eyes. There was a sudden hand in his mouth.

"Spit it out!"

He lazily stuck out his tongue, letting some shards fall. He swallowed and rubbed his eyes. He suddenly felt someone pick him up and start running. "Whas goion?" He slurred and tried to push against- wait. Tall, able to carry him easily, dressed in dark colors, the widest chest? "Vlad?" He found him. He cought him. And now he can get to the baby, too. How could he have been so stupid? He should have left forever ago. He pushed harder, this time turning a little intangible.

They both fell to the ground. Nightwing got up as fast as he could, but Danny was gone. There wasn't so much as a trace.

After the Nasty Burger incident, Danny went to live with Vlad under the promise that he would change. And he did, for all of two months before Danny discovered a secret basement full of clones. All except one of them were unstable.

Thoroughly betrayed, Danny takes the one stable clone and puts the rest of them out of their misery. Then he heads to Gotham where the local billionaire has a habit of taking in black hair blued eyed orphans. Fight fire with fire right? Or in this case money with money.

[miru667]

Hey king you dropped this 👑

So, SO honoured to have been part of @hmosexymanzine !! For my piece I wanted to make a ref to sexyman character tournament polls, so here is our beloved Once-ler, the OG tumblr sexyman, going back in for the fight while being supported by a few notable colleagues..😇

Download the zine for free [HERE!] Keep reading below for my process vid and commentary!

As a total departure from the warm tones of my previous Once-ler zine pieces [link] [link], I decided to do a piece with cool tones this time :3

Admittedly I didn't have many ideas, except that I had been wanting to draw a beaten up Once-ler again for YEARS now and I figured this would be a perfect opportunity because this is a SEXYman zine and he's HOT like that...and that I also wanted to make a comfort piece (beyond just beating him up). And what I remembered was how shocking the infamous 2022 Sexyman Tournament poll on twit had been for us in the onceler fandom...because the Once-ler had lost SO early on?? In the very first round, to Megamind!!

We were so sad.

So I thought, what if, instead of pitting characters against each other, they supported each other instead? Let's show some respect for the original, very first tumblr sexyman! So then I drew this self-indulgent piece.

Apart from the Once-ler, I included 5 other sexymen: the 4 from the semifinals of the 2022 poll, and Megamind who was the one who had won directly against Once-ler. You've gotta look very closely to see Bill Cipher.

I gave Once-ler a signet ring, along with the crown and cigar, to make it feel like he's of high status - because he is! He's an important figure in fandom history.

The other sexymen (other than Bill Cipher) were drawn only as their arms as a nod to the original Lorax book where the Once-ler is only shown as a pair of arms. But I still tried to keep everyone in-character! One of my favourite decisions was to make Sans' lighter flame blue, just like how a lot of people like to draw him with a flaming blue eye in fanart ;) The lighter being pink was also a nod to his pink slippers.

And of course, a tumblr brand cigar, to stick with the theme of respecting our origins.

I think there's not much else to say...I played it safe by not being too ambitious this time with my zine piece for the sake of my health haha but I think I still like how it turned out! I was so lucky to have been asked to be a guest artist for this zine, I'm very humbled to have my art be placed alongside so many other amazing creators and all the mods were so lovely too! And I guess this piece has another meaning in that the Once-ler fandom will keep coming back again and again no matter how much we get beaten up. You'll never see the last of us. 😌

Much love to everyone in and out of the fandom who are genuine and thank you for reading if you did!

[thebluediner]

INTERVIEW HOTNESS/ HOTMESS

host! reader x guest! billie

explanation: it's like a video compilation of all the moments from the interview with reader but in words for y'all

"welcome to the hot ones show where we have an even hotter guest, Billie Eilish" you gesture your hands towards billie for the camera to follow.

"you think i'm hot ?" her brows arch in curiosity with a slight grin on her face.

"I think you're pipping hot" you confirm with slight aggression.

"so you wanna kiss " billie asks her shoulders shrugging with a big flirtatious smile.

"fuck yeah" you say leaning in-

#wing 1

you pick the cards with questions on them flipping through them for the right question to ask while eyeing billie.

"should I be scared ?" she asks with suspicion looking around at the cast behind the camera and back to you.

"not unless you have something so hide" you answer her looking at her hard like some detective from a kids show.

"bitch I'm a celebrity I try hiding everything" she bursts out laughing along with you for a couple of seconds before you both calm down.

"alright what something you've hidden from security when you go to events or boarding a plane" you ask her before setting the card down.

"uhm a vibrator, well vibrators cause there was a lot of them " she elaborates while trying her not to laugh.

"should've eaten that wing billie" you crack up in disbelief looking at the cast because they were also giggle behind the camera.

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#wing 2

"your question is a guest who smelt the foulest" billie who immediately takes out her "your turn " perfume and bangs it on the table.

you slightly flinch at the noise before looking closely at what it is. when you finally realise your eyes get bigger before clapping your hands.

"now that's some promo right there" you point at the product while billie waves it in the air.

"now tell us who it is so I can send it to them" she deapans before looking right at you with some pressure to answer.

"oh hell no I'm eating this wing and I'm keeping that for myself thank you very much" you say grabbing the perfume and eating the wing.

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#wing 3

"just eat the wing man i won't even bother asking the question" you surrender pushing the wing closer to her.

"no wait lemme see" she takes the card from you to read for herself. her eyes scan the paper reading what's written in the fine print before her jaw drops.

"you know what you were right" she places the card down and bites into the wing.

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#wing 4

"a celebrity you've hooked up while working with them on a project" the set members let's out little gasps.

"none but you could be the first" one of the set members hollers at your flirting making billie blush and hide it with her question card.

"oh my gosh girl get out" she says pointing to the door.

you who actually stands up and leaves the the set leaving billie in fits of laughter that you actually stood up and left.

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#wing 5

"bro now this wing is so hot it makes me wanna tell you all the people I've hooked up with" billie admits in the midst of drinking ice cold water to put out the spice on her tongue.

"oh don't expose us now" you joke catching billie off guard who then chokes on her water.

"oh my gosh billie don't die " you stand up from your seat to help her out while laughing a bit.

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#wing 6

"fuck my lips are so hot" you blubber picking up blocks of ice and putting them in your mouth.

"you do have hot lips " billie chimes in with a flirtatious smile.

since there is ice in your mouth you point at her mumbling something about how dare she flirts with you while you're suffering which only makes her laugh more.

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#wing 7

"you think if we kiss it'd burn less" billie asks panting with her tongue hanging out.

"that's not you speaking it's the spice right" you narrow your eyes in suspicion.

"I don't know wanna find out" billie leans forward.

"Billie Eilish Baird O'Connell!" you scream backing up because of being flustered.

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#wing 8

" I need to dip my lips in something to ease down the pain of the spice" billie says looking around the table for literally anything even a napkin at this point.

"I know something " your brow arches in mischief.

"oh yeah wh- bro get out! " billie finally catches up to your dirty joke.

"don't act like you wouldn't say that too" you try defending yourself while you double back laughing.

"actually yeah I would " billie admits shaking her head.

[jinmindeulle]

a toast to forever | hong joshua

“And most of all, I want to thank my baby sister, y/n. I don’t know where I would be without you. You are the engine of all my achievements. I miss you everyday but I also know that there’s someone by your side who I can trust your safety and your happiness to, and that makes me happy too. I love you” 

When your sister looked at you from her table and raised the glass of champagne with watery eyes, you couldn’t help but let the tears flow. Your beloved Mariah, the woman who you have looked up to your whole life, who had been with you every step of the way, and whom you had missed so dearly when you decided to move to a whole new country was finally getting married to the love of her life — and had made you cry the whole ceremony.

Thankfully, your loved Joshua had been holding your hand and kissing your temple when he sensed you needed the gesture. You had been extra sensitive for the last couple of months before the big day, so he knew he had to be attentive, just a little more than usual. 

“And to my dear brother-in-law, please make it official. If she doesn’t marry you there will be more than one upset person, starting by me. Cheers!”

If that wasn’t your sister, you would have crawled your way out of the venue to let the cringe embrace you on your own — but Joshua was used to the teasing, and he actually loved when Mariah made such comments. More specifically, he loved seeing you a blushing mess.

The guests clapped, cheered and whistled, and that’s when Joshua knew that he really had to get down on one knee soon. He was waiting for the right time to come, but as he held you close while slow dancing, he realised that he didn’t need to wait any longer. You were young, but he was sure you were Mrs. Right. 

“Would you like an autumn wedding?” he whispered, and you had to lift your head from his shoulder to make sure you heard him correctly.

“What?”

“Or maybe spring? I’m pretty sure there are nice venues surrounded by cute flowers and trees.” 

“Shua” you blinked, looking him in the eye. When he gave you that soft smile of his, your eyes teared up for what felt the nth time that night “Don’t mess with me”

“Why would I?” he pouted, letting go of your waist to cup your cheeks “I love you, babe. My feelings for you have done nothing but intensify over the five years we’ve been together. I want to take this to the next level, but only if you want it too”

“Baby” you whine, your heart swelling with love and regard for the man in front of you, for whom you had left your family behind, and for whom you would have done that a million times if he asked. “You are all I need. I’ve never been more sure about anything else" you nod, closing your eyes when he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“So… will you be my wife, y/n?” 

“I will be your wife, Joshua.”

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[seb-boo]

Sebastian Vettel Interview with NRC 🇳🇱 [2025-03-23] English Translation ↴

Sebastian Vettel felt guilty. It was the end of 2020 and he had accurately calculated his carbon output from a season of Formula 1. The conclusion: his footprint was equivalent to that of 40 people.

“I came out to about 400 tons per year. An average person emits about 10 tons, and that's already a problem.”

Vettel, 37, sits in his office in a picturesque northern Swiss village in mid-February. What the village is called, Vettel does not want the newspaper to know because of privacy concerns. From behind his desk, the four-time world champion looks out on snow-covered hills and Lake Constance, which flows into the Rhine nearby. Across the way lies his native Germany.

Half an hour earlier, Vettel arrived in his electric Porsche from his farm, where he lives with his wife and three children. After his F1 retirement in late 2022, he rarely gives interviews. But he does agree to a request from NRC to talk about the unusual transformation he has gone through: he was a Formula One driver, and is now committed to climate change.

As a racing driver, are you credible when you speak out about climate?“People can decide that for themselves. Am I a hypocrite? Yes. Are we all hypocrites? Probably. Is it about not being a hypocrite? Then you should have no footprint at all. That's not doable for myself, nor for virtually all 8 billion other people.”

Somewhere on the bottom shelf of a cabinet in Vettel's office is a figurine shaped like the nose of an F1 car, with an engraved plaque on it: Sebastian Vettel, jüngster Weltmeister. Vettel was 23 when he first became F1 champion in 2010, as the youngest driver ever - a record that still stands. He drove, like Max Verstappen now, at Red Bull Racing, and immediately won another three world titles for that team. In 2015 he left for Ferrari, to bid farewell to Formula 1 at the end of 2022 after two years with Aston Martin. Vettel won 53 races, the fourth highest number in F1 history.

Vettel stood out for more than his performance, in the sport dominated by commercial interests where, apart from Lewis Hamilton, virtually no one touches on social issues. In the final years of his F1 career, Vettel increasingly spoke out publicly about injustices, such as discrimination against LGBTQ. But most of all, he talked about the environment and climate.

He also took action. For example, he gave guest lectures on sustainability to schoolchildren and went into the stands after the British Grand Prix to clean up trash left behind. When Formula One first raced in Miami, he wore a T-shirt warning that that city would be under water in a while. He also offered the shirt for sale in his Web shop; proceeds went to environmental organization Sea Shepherd. Vettel, who earned tens of millions of euros a year in his heyday, also invested in the Swiss company Climeworks, which puts up factories that remove CO2 from the air.

At the beginning of his career, Vettel knew somewhere that there was a problem. Sometimes things struck him, like when he saw firsthand the deforestation in that country around an F1 race in Malaysia. But he didn't think more deeply about it yet: he was young, the future seemed endlessly distant and racing swallowed up all his attention. The birth of his oldest daughter, in 2014, sparked a turnaround.

“Then suddenly you hold the future in your arms. You think: I have to protect this baby. That's when I started to worry. So I started looking into it and looking for a solution. I was in Formula 1, numbers and data everywhere. If the car isn't fast enough, you fix that.”

But addressing climate change is different than making an F1 car three tenths of a second faster, he soon realized. “My first emotion then was: dejection, and a kind of climate anxiety.”

Do you still have that?“Less so. I have much more hope now, after talking to experts and reading up on things. There are many solutions to the problem. We have solar panels, wind power and hydropower. Synthetic fuels for in your car. But the problem is that we still don't feel the urgency enough.”

At the time, did you ever consider stopping racing right away?“Yes. But if I continued, I could make my voice heard more clearly. I did think: I should quit today, and go live in the woods and survive with what I can find there. That's just not going to work. We can't go back. We can fly less, take bicycles instead of cars. Great, I'm all for it. But for the big picture, a lot more is needed.”

Because of that big footprint, would it have been better if you had never become a racing driver? Or do you feel that being able to campaign publicly now outweighs that?“I don't know. If I hadn't raced, someone else would have been in my seat. I want to be modest, but I think I did reach people with my actions and projects. Although there are also plenty who say: it's a hoax. You're a hypocrite, get back in the car and shut up. Fine. Maybe they are afraid of the same things I am, but just express it differently.”

When it dawned on him that he himself was also part of the climate problem, Vettel started “slightly obsessively” keeping track of everything. “Which flights did I take? What rides did I take to the airport, from the hotel to the track? In what kind of car? From what year of manufacture?”

That's how he ended up with 400 tons. “Then you think: you really are a problem for the planet. Then I changed course. I looked at what was worst on my list. I was still flying in private jets then. Was that really necessary? Or could I just get on a scheduled flight with 150 others? Yes, so I stopped private flights altogether. And when I could, I went to races by car. Belgium, Spain. Sometimes also by train. To Italy, for example, when I drove for Ferrari. I said: I take the train, to which they responded: you are a Ferrari driver. Ferrari drivers don't come by train. But I can be stubborn. Long story short: that's how I got my footprint down to 60 tons."

“But of course I was in a privileged position. I made a lot of money, could stop whenever I wanted. Had all the choices. It doesn't work if you start pointing your finger at people who toil very hard to make ends meet and saying, how dare you fly to Thailand? I don't believe in that culture of blaming each other. It's also never going to work to explain to people that they have to give things up.”

Do we have to give things up?“We will have to change. That's what's different. We have to become aware of the problem and understand it. I gave up fast and comfortable travel because I was aware that we have a problem. That's why awareness is so important. But that doesn't mean we should dictate people's choices.”

Does it worry you that that awareness is difficult as more and more people vote for political parties that deny the problem?“Yes. We've made so much progress, and it feels like it's stalled now. That's a danger, and I don't know the answer to it either. All those screamers who shout: follow me, I have the solution, don't let any more foreigners in. Ultimately, I think that comes from insecurity. Yes, we want strong leaders in politics, but we also want leaders who are vulnerable and admit that mistakes have been made."

“I think the younger generation is much more open to that. To give an example, when I raced, we competed super hard on the track. Outside the car you didn't talk to the other person, because that was your enemy. Now they race just as hard against each other, but they go party together the next night.”

"We've made so much progress, and it feels like it's stalled now. That's a danger, and I don't know the answer to it either.”

Now that Vettel no longer drives in Formula One, his life looks a lot quieter. Very occasionally he still shows up in the paddock at a Grand Prix, always to draw attention to a problem he considers important. In 2023, for example, he appeared at the race in Japan because he had eleven insect hotels erected next to the circuit, which he had helped build himself. At the Grand Prix in Saudi Arabia in April, he will host a race for women event.

But otherwise, Vettel is mostly occupied with his family and has far fewer commitments than during his career, when almost every day was filled with racing, training and promotional activities. He no longer races, does not come to his office nearly every day and does not do any other regular work.

After you announced your farewell, you said you were a little afraid of life after Formula One. Is it as scary as you thought it would be?*Laughs* “Well, I don't wake up screaming. But I made a conscious decision not to have anything in my schedule at all, and that is a challenge. The lack of structure. For as long as I can remember, I was always racing. You're still working on things after the season until Christmas, then you have a few weeks of vacation and from January everything starts again. Every year is the same. And besides that, I was used to getting confirmation every two weeks on how I was doing. You drive your lap time, and you know right away how good you are. But of course my wife doesn't give me a printout in the morning saying I was a good husband yesterday."

“I miss racing, but that's more about the competition, the challenge, than the pure driving. I think I've always been a little different, in the sense that I didn't identify as a driver as much as others. When people asked me what I did, I never just said: I drive Formula 1. Maybe I was a bit insecure, I didn't want to brag.”

Vettel can regularly be found in the clay these days: he is completing a one-year agricultural course next summer. “Since the pandemic I am very interested in agriculture, also because of the link between agriculture and climate. Not just of: I like vegetables and I want to grow them myself, but really the Formula 1 approach. There you're always looking for the last bit of performance from your car. Of course, I'm not looking for the last bit of performance from a potato, but I do want to know what the difference is between conventional and organic cultivation.”

Are you going to make that your job?“No, I don't see myself doing that full-time. But I enjoy that it's work that literally puts both feet on the ground. You learn patience, because you really do have to wait for the vegetables to grow. When you work with animals, you don't control everything. I think there are important values in such work, which I would like to pass on to my children.”

He occasionally gives demonstrations in old F1 cars, which he fills up with alternative, more sustainable fuel. This is made using green energy from biomass, as well as CO2 taken from the atmosphere. CO2 emissions are 80 percent lower than regular fuel, but the price is still about three times higher. Starting in 2026, Formula 1 will switch to similar sustainable fuels - and, in addition, half of its cars will be electrically powered.

“Formula 1 has a lot of potential,” he says. “With all the money going into it, the sport can really change. The fact that synthetic fuel is coming next year is a very good step.”

Although F1 is the sport pre-eminently labeled “polluting,” the footprint of Vettel's former biotope is smaller than that of, say, the World Cup. Formula One emitted the equivalent of 223,000 tons of CO2 in 2022, according to a sustainability brief released by the sport last year. FIFA estimated emissions from the World Cup in Qatar that same year were 16 times higher. Race car emissions are negligible - less than 1 percent of Formula One's total emissions. The real climate impact is in the logistics of the championship, with 24 races annually on five continents.

“At the end of the day, it's also not about cars driving around in circles,” says Vettel, ”but about all that travel around the world. Team members going to races. Parts being sent back and forth. The dog-thousands of fans coming to Zandvoort, Monza and Melbourne. How do they get around? Where does their trash go? How will such a race be powered? There are still many challenges there.”

Can all that be done in a sustainable way at all?“It will have to. And that applies not only to Formula 1, but also, for example, to all the concerts that take place week in, week out. We have to learn to think more circularly. Formula 1 can be an excellent example in this regard. It's not the first sport you think of when it comes to sustainability. But it is a global sport that can show people that change is possible.”

The goal of no more than 1.5 degrees of warming from the Paris climate agreement is virtually unachievable. Shouldn't we just ban Formula 1 then?“Fair question. I love this sport, I grew up with it. So very selfishly: it would be a shame if I could no longer watch it in the future. But much more importantly, what about all those kids who now look up to drivers, like I once looked up to Michael [Schumacher]? Who dream of becoming drivers too. Should we crush that dream? I don't think so.”

[izanacore]

“this love (will be your downfall)” | ran haitani x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: at her lavish birthday party, y/n meets the mysterious ran haitani. their night takes a dangerous turn, leading to an unexpected connection. but what y/n doesn’t know is that ran has his own hidden agenda involving her powerful father, setting the stage for a game of control and manipulation.

characters: ran haitani, fem! reader

warnings: smut (18+), explicit sexual content, dubcon, blackmail, coercion, power imbalance, age gap, manipulation, drug use, smoking, non-consensual recording, degradation, threats, criminal activities, abusive dynamics, revenge plot, creampie, face-fucking, tongue-fucking, slapping, cumplay, hair pulling, overstimulation, unprotected sex

notes: y/n just turned 20 (consenting adult), and ran is 35. mdni. y/n is also gullible like?? but it’s ran haitani, so we cannot blame her! if there’s any content warnings i missed, feel free to reach me.

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the bass thumped through the club, loud enough to shake the floors, loud enough to make her forget just how many bodies were pressed together, dancing under the dim, neon lights. y/n’s birthday party was in full swing—private, extravagant, packed. she had booked the entire place for the night, and of course, almost everyone from her university was here. she was famous for this—for throwing the kind of parties people talked about for weeks.

“happy birthday, y/n!!!” someone shouted, and the room erupted in cheers.

she was at the center of it all—the mayor’s daughter, draped in a short red dress that left little to the imagination, a bottle of whiskey in hand, lips curling around the rim as she took a deep gulp. the alcohol burned down her throat, but the heat of the room, the energy in the air, drowned it out. she swayed to the music, hips rolling, body moving, tempting.

and then there was him.

sitting at the bar, watching. much older than anyone else in the room. the kind of man who didn’t belong here, yet owned every space he stepped into. long, lazy limbs, one hand wrapped around his glass, purple eyes locked onto her. studying her.

y/n drained the rest of her whiskey and stumbled toward the bar, pressing her palms onto the cool counter. “uh… excuse me, can i get another one of this? thank youuuu!” her voice was light, airy—drunk.

“nice party you have here, miss.”

she blinked, turning her head. a man, leaning against the bar beside her. tall, striking, his voice smooth like honey and just as dangerous.

her brows furrowed slightly. “uh…? do i know you?”

“my apologies.” a lazy smirk curled his lips as he extended a hand. “ran haitani.”

y/n’s gaze flickered to it before she turned away, ignoring the gesture entirely. instead, she reached for the fresh bottle the bartender slid toward her.

“well, mr. haitani, i hope you have fun tonight,” she said, voice playful as she tipped the bottle up, already prepared to walk away.

but she didn’t get far.

a firm grip circled her wrist, and suddenly, she was pulled in. too close. her breath hitched as she found herself inches from him, the scent of expensive cologne and whiskey clouding her senses.

“as the host of the party,” ran murmured, eyes dark, “don’t you think you should entertain your guests, hm?”

y/n tilted her head, lips twitching into a smirk. she was easy to persuade, and he knew it. “what do you have in mind?”

ran’s hand slid down to her waist, fingers pressing in as he tugged her even closer—as if they weren’t already pressed together. her free hand landed on his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt.

“is the private lounge available?” his voice was smooth, teasing.

she nodded.

his smirk deepened, wicked and knowing. he leaned in, breath hot against her skin, lips brushing her neck in the lightest of kisses.

“you smell so nice…” he murmured. “shall i meet you there?”

excitement curled low in her stomach. she had just turned twenty. she wanted to try something new, something thrilling, something… mature. and she had a feeling this man could give her exactly what she craved.

she pulled back, handing her bottle off to one of her friends, mumbling a half-hearted excuse. they whined, but she barely heard them. her mind was already elsewhere.

ran was already walking away, heading up the stairs to the private lounge.

and y/n?

she followed.

the private lounge was dimly lit, quieter than the chaos downstairs. y/n pushed the door open, heart still thrumming from the alcohol and the anticipation twisting in her gut. but as her gaze landed on the man inside, her breath caught.

ran was standing by the nightstand, casually tipping a small packet of white powder onto the surface.

he noticed her lingering by the doorway and smirked. “wanna try?”

she hesitated. she’d never gone beyond alcohol before. never dared to. but tonight was about new experiences. about feeling something different. something… thrilling.

so she nodded.

with a quiet click, she locked the door behind her and stepped closer, dropping to her knees by the nightstand. but now that she was here, staring at the fine white powder, she realized—she had no idea what to do.

ran watched her closely, reading the hesitation in her fingers as she hovered uncertainly. “haven’t tried before?” his voice was low, amused.

she shook her head, lips parting slightly in innocence.

ran’s smirk deepened.

“stick out your tongue for me, baby.”

she obeyed instantly, mouth opening, tongue flicking out just as he reached for her. long fingers gripped her jaw, pressing into her cheeks just enough to keep her still.

with a slow, deliberate motion, he scooped up some of the powder onto his thumb and dragged it across her tongue.

“suck.”

her lips wrapped around his finger, warm and soft, and ran groaned quietly. she barely noticed, too focused on the bitter taste dissolving on her tongue.

“good girl.”

heat curled in her stomach at those words. she didn’t understand why, but the way he said it—low, rough, approving—made something inside her stir.

“wanna try more?”

she nodded obediently.

ran inhaled a line himself, tilting his head back slightly as he exhaled, eyes flickering to her. “try it like that.”

she copied him, the rush hitting her instantly. her body felt lighter, her head dizzy with an intoxicating mix of alcohol, drugs, and the heavy presence of the man before her.

soon, the powder on the table was nearly gone, and y/n was sinking onto the floor, high, weightless, consumed.

and then—she watched as ran shrugged off his coat, fingers leisurely unbuttoning his polo.

her breath hitched.

his gaze dropped to her.

“fuck.” ran exhaled, tilting his head, watching her like prey. “look at you… you’re begging to be fucked, aren’t ya?”

before she could even process his words, he was kneeling in front of her, fingers tangling in her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

“i’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

his voice was dangerous, dripping with wicked promise.

and she let him.

ran yanked her hair, guiding her toward the bed before spreading her legs apart with his hands. his gaze stayed on her as he kissed along her inner thighs, lips trailing over her soft skin before marking her with bites. he licked over the fresh marks, savoring the way she shivered beneath him.

without hesitation, he tore her panties, exposing her completely. his eyes darkened as he spit onto her core, then used two fingers to spread her apart. before she could react, his tongue was on her, flicking against her heat. her hand shot to his hair, fingers tugging as a gasp left her lips, but ran easily pinned her wrists down. he ate her out mercilessly, tongue fucking into her before moving to her clit, making her a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.

“fucking slut, your legs are shaking,” he chuckled before diving back in.

“your tongue feels so fucking good inside me—oh god!” she moaned, voice breathy and desperate.

ran glanced up at her, amusement flickering in his gaze. “boys your age don’t eat you out like this?”

she shook her head, barely able to form words. “no—no one’s as good as you.”

a few more strokes of his tongue, and she came suddenly, body tensing as pleasure crashed over her. her thighs twitched in his hold, breath catching as she rode out the high.

ran didn’t waste a second. he dragged his fingers through the wetness still dripping from her, collecting her release before slipping them into his mouth. his tongue swirled around them as he sucked, letting out a pleased hum while keeping his gaze locked on hers.

she could only watch, dazed, her body still trembling from overstimulation.

but he wasn’t done. his hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he gave a slow, deliberate lick from her bottom to her clit, making her jolt beneath him.

“fuck—” she gasped, body twitching from the aftershocks.

her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, overwhelmed. he smirked at the sight before moving up, caressing her cheek before landing a light slap.

“let’s put that filthy mouth to use, hm?”

she nodded.

he stepped away from the bed, fingers working to unbuckle his belt.

y/n slid off the mattress, dropping to her knees in front of him without hesitation. but the moment she saw him fully, she froze—it was bigger than she expected. she had never taken someone this size before.

“don’t keep me waiting,” ran warned, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

she wrapped her fingers around him, giving the tip a few slow, teasing licks before taking him into her mouth. her pace was careful at first, but ran was growing impatient. “tsk,” he clicked his tongue, watching her with narrowed eyes.

without warning, he placed both hands on either side of her head to steady her as he fucked her mouth. a muffled moan escaped her as he took control, his cock pushing deeper past her lips. ran let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the sight of her wide eyes and the way she struggled to take him in.

tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she worked to keep up, but the way she looked at him—completely wrecked with pleasure—sent a new wave of heat through him. ran didn’t want anything else in this moment. this was heaven.

after all, her father was nothing but a corrupt politician—pulling strings, making backdoor deals with bonten, yet never paying what he owed. promises stacked on top of lies, and ran had grown tired of the excuses. the stress of it all weighed on him, and now, looking at her, he figured—if her father wasn’t going to settle his debts, then ran would take his payment in another way—by fucking his daughter’s mouth to release some stress. it was his fault anyway.

pleasure coursed through him, his grip tightening as he let his head fall back, eyes fluttering shut. the sight alone had y/n growing wetter—his unbuttoned shirt exposing defined abs, his parted lips drawing in uneven breaths. it didn’t matter anymore if ran used her. all the pain and pleasure were worth it. she wanted to etch this moment into her memory forever.

ran pulled back after a few more thrusts, watching as y/n cupped her own breasts through her clothes, tilting her head back with her tongue out—wordlessly asking for it. he smirked. “what a fucking slut,” he muttered, stroking himself a few more times before spilling across her tongue.

some of it dripped down, staining her dress, and he shuddered slightly at the sight. it was filthy. intoxicating. watching her swallow without hesitation only made his smirk widen.

were all girls her age this wild? this reckless, yet still carrying that underlying innocence? it was a perfect combination. perfect for someone like him.

ran leaned back against the headboard, running a hand through his hair, looking effortlessly gorgeous. y/n sat there, stunned. how had she ended up here—with a man like him? no one her age could compare. they were all immature, clueless, and terrible in bed. but ran? he had experience, and she could feel every bit of it. she had always wanted someone older, someone who knew what they were doing—and god, was she loving it.

“come here,” ran murmured, his voice low and commanding. she hesitated for only a second before moving onto his lap. his sharp eyes traced over her like he was sizing her up, and then he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“what do you think about being my girlfriend?” he asked, so casually it almost felt unreal.

“w-what?” her breath hitched. it wasn’t like she didn’t want to. hell, she did—badly. he was exactly her type. older, confident, devastatingly attractive. but she never thought someone like him would want her. surely, he was better suited for someone more refined, someone who had her life together, not a girl still figuring things out.

“i said, be my girlfriend.” ran repeated, watching her reaction closely.

“w-we just met today… shouldn’t we go on a few dates first?” she asked, trying to be rational.

ran chuckled, his fingers tracing slow patterns on her back as he found the zipper of her dress. “does it matter, baby? i can take you on as many dates as you want once you’re mine.” his voice was smooth, confident, leaving no room for argument. as he dragged the zipper down, his lips followed, pressing soft kisses along her shoulders, down her arms, between the valley of her breasts. when he looked up at her again, his eyes were dark, unreadable.

for y/n, this was exactly what she wanted. the moment she laid eyes on ran downstairs, she knew—she had to have him. but for ran? that was more than just desire. it was the perfect way to get under her father’s skin.

ran pulled her closer, his hands gripping her waist as he pressed his lips to her neck. his touch was firm yet careful, guiding her as she rocked against him, the slickness between them making every movement easier. his hands slid down to her ass, helping her grind against him as he let out a low groan.

“shit… you’re making me hard again,” he muttered, tilting his head back, eyes dark with hunger.

the heat between them was unbearable now. ran cupped the back of her neck, pulling her in for a deep, messy kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a filthy rhythm. his lips traveled lower, latching onto one of her breasts while his hand kneaded the other. “fuck, ran…” she moaned, her body arching into his touch.

he pulled away slightly, smirking as he brushed a thumb over her swollen lips. “call me daddy, hm?”

her breath hitched, but she nodded, eager to please. ran chuckled, clearly entertained by her willingness. “such a good girl,” he murmured, his large hands roaming her body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

“gonna stretch this little pussy out by daddy, do you like that?” he teased, his voice low and dripping with promise.

she whimpered, still grinding against him, too lost in pleasure to form a coherent response. ran grabbed her chin, making her look at him. “answer me when i ask you a question.”

“y-yes… yes, daddy,” she gasped, her body trembling against him.

his palm came down on her ass, the sharp sting making her whimper. “good girl.”

she bit her lip before whispering, “do you have a condom?”

ran exhaled, brushing his fingers along her jaw. “not on me, baby. but we don’t need it, right? i’ll just pull out.”

“you promise?”

“i promise.”

but ran was never one to play fair.

he motioned for her to lift her hips slightly, his hands gripping her thighs as he guided his cock through her slick folds. “fuck, you’re dripping for me,” he murmured, watching the way her body responded to him.

how could she not? the sight of him alone—his tattoos on full display, his toned body beneath her—was enough to drive her crazy. his thick cock pressing against her entrance only made her needier.

“daddy, it’s unfair… you’re still clothed. wanna take this off,” she pouted, tugging lightly at his waistband in a silent request.

ran paused his movements as his gaze darkened. “who said you could demand shit from me?”

“just don’t want you getting uncomfortable…” she admitted, ran grinned at the sight. that sweet, innocent expression—ran could never get enough of it.

ran kissed her again, this time guiding her onto her back until she was lying beneath him. he pulled off his polo shirt in front of her, revealing his tattoos, then discarded his pants. before y/n could even process the sight, ran was already pressing inside her, stretching her out in a way that had her moaning loudly. he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, angling deeper.

the way she clenched around him had his breath hitching. she was gripping him so perfectly, it was addictive—too good. he was getting lost in the feeling, in the way her body wrapped around him. it had him groaning low in his throat.

“fuck, your pussy’s so tight—won’t even let me go, huh?”

y/n felt overwhelmed, every sensation making her dizzy. was it just because of him? was it the drugs affecting her system? or was she just too horny? regardless, she loved everything ran was giving her.

but then, ran suddenly stopped.

“ran—daddy—please!” she whined, already a mess beneath him.

he chuckled at her desperation, amusement flickering in his gaze. “what does my baby want?” his voice was thick with pleasure, just as affected as she was.

“want—you! want more of you.”

“say you’re my girlfriend first, then i’ll move.”

“w-what?”

ran chuckled, tilting his head. “already dumbfucked, baby? i said, tell me you wanna be my girlfriend, and i’ll give you what you want.”

“i am! i’m your girlfriend now—please! please, i want more!”

“you mean that?”

“y-yes! just—please—”

ran pushed back inside her, this time moving faster and deeper. y/n couldn't think straight anymore, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure. she felt like she was drowning in it.

meanwhile, in ran's mind, everything was going exactly as he wanted. his plan was set in motion, and he was going to enjoy every second of it. the way she responded to him was just a bonus.

"daddy, i'm gonna-" y/n gasped, her body tensing as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.

with a few more thrusts, she came undone again, her body trembling. tears pricked at the corners of her eyes on how intense it all felt.

but ran wasn't finished yet. instead, he pulled out and leaned back against the headboard, grabbing y/n's arms to guide her into position. her back pressed against his chest, her legs spread as he helped her settle over him.

easily sliding back inside her, ran held her thighs, keeping her steady as he moved again. y/n buried her face in his neck, breathy moans spilling from her lips. her lips brushed against his skin before she captured his mouth in a desperate kiss, and ran, amused, let her take what she wanted.

her tongue slipping into his mouth in a messy kiss. ran didn’t pull away—in fact, he enjoyed how needy she was for him.

“fuck, i’m getting addicted to this pussy,” he groaned, his pace becoming rougher, faster. the pleasure was too much, building inside y/n again until she was teetering on the edge, “only mine to fuck.”

“shit, baby, i’m close,” ran gritted out, his grip tightening on her thighs.

“daddy… pull out…” y/n managed to whisper between her moans, her body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure.

but her words fell on deaf ears as he kept fucking her.

“ran, please—” she was in a position where she couldn’t move, her legs held together by ran.

shit, she thought. ran wasn’t pulling out—but with how good it felt, she didn’t want him to, either.

“fuck! fuck!!!” ran cursed, gripping her tighter as he reached his peak, his movements growing more intense as he pushed deeper. he came inside her, wanting to bury himself as far as possible.

the sensation overwhelmed y/n, sending her over the edge right after him. her mind went blank, lost in the pleasure that consumed her.

all her overthinking disappeared the moment she felt his warm release. it was the first time someone had come inside her, and the feeling was different—so much better than pulling out or using a condom. she’d just take a pill later. for now, she wanted to feel the sensation of ran’s cum filling her.

her body trembled in his hold, breaths uneven as she tried to steady herself. ran didn’t pull away immediately, rolling his hips slowly drawing out every last drop of his release, making sure he filled her completely. silence filled the room, broken only by their heavy breathing.

ran carefully lowered her leg before slowly pulling out, a low sigh escaping him at the loss of warmth. he couldn’t believe it—out of all the women he’d been with, this was the most intense sex he’d ever had. and it was with her. the daughter of the bastard he was supposed to be after. fifteen years younger than him. fuck.

he let her rest against his chest, both of them catching their breaths, bodies still buzzing from the high. his fingers absentmindedly brushed strands of hair away from her face before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. reaching over to the nightstand, ran grabbed a cigarette, lighting it with a practiced ease before taking a slow drag, the smoke curling lazily in the dimly lit room.

after a few moments, y/n tilted her head up, looking at him with a sweet, dazed smile. god, he was gorgeous. she still couldn’t believe someone like him was finally hers. her father always dismissed her past boyfriends, calling them lowlifes, immature, unworthy of her. but maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. ran was older, mature, and carried himself with a sense of class. he wasn’t like the boys her age. surely, her father would approve of him.

even if they had just met.

but, well… the dates could come after, just like ran said. right?

but for ran… well, he had other plans.

her phone buzzed on the nightstand, drawing her attention. she reached for it, settling back against ran’s chest as she read the message.

it was from her father, asking what time she’d be home since it was already late—and reminding her that he had only booked the venue until 1 a.m.

he took a slow drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he peeked at her screen. almost immediately, a wicked idea took root in his mind.

“let me take you home,” he offered, his voice sweet, innocent—completely masking the real intentions brewing beneath.

“okay!” she beamed, excitement lacing her tone. “oh! i’ll introduce you to my dad too, if that’s okay? i’m sure he’ll love you!”

ran took another drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke curl past his lips as he watched her with amusement. he simply nodded, playing along. things were unfolding far smoother than he could have hoped. he could already picture the bastard’s face when she introduced him as her boyfriend. after everything her father had done to bonten—after the headache he’d caused by stirring conflict between him and koko over an unpaid debt—ran was going to enjoy every second of this.

once they were dressed, they headed out to ran’s car.

the ride to her house was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the occasional sound of ran’s fingers tapping against the steering wheel. his other hand, however, rested on her inner thigh, his touch light yet possessive. and the craziest part? y/n didn’t mind. at all. despite the fact that she’d just met him tonight—and he was already her boyfriend, for fuck’s sake.

out of nowhere, she broke the silence. “how do you even know me, by the way?”

ran smirked, eyes still on the road. “you’re the mayor’s precious daughter. how could i not?”

“oh,” she muttered. “i just figured you wouldn’t care. y’know, since you’re older, probably busy with your adult life. honestly, i thought you might’ve been married or something…”

ran let out a low chuckle. “nah. well, thank god i’m not married, or i wouldn’t have been able to meet (fuck) you.” he shot her a wink, and just like that, her face burned.

smooth talker. how gullible of her.

soon, they pulled up in front of her house. big, grand—exactly what you’d expect from the mayor’s residence.

“wait, give me a sec.” she fished through her bag, pulling out a compact mirror. the moment she caught sight of the marks blooming along her collarbone and chest, her stomach dropped. “shit. my dad’s gonna kill me.”

ran only chuckled, shrugging off his coat and draping it over her shoulders. “there.”

she looked up at him, touched by the gesture. “thank you,” she said softly, slipping her arms into the sleeves.

ran leaned against the car door, tilting his head. “ready?”

before she could even answer, he stepped out and made his way to her side, opening the door for her.

what a gentleman. she felt warmth spread through her chest. funny, how even the bare minimum had her blushing. but could she blame herself? no guy had ever treated her like this before. they only ever saw her as the mayor’s daughter—an accomplishment to claim, someone to fuck just to say they did.

she approached the guard at the front door, her fingers laced with ran’s. “uh, where’s my dad?”

“he’s in the patio, ma’am.”

“okay, thank you.”

without hesitation, she stepped inside, pulling ran along with her. the house was as grand as ever. when she spotted her father outside, she slid open the glass door and called out, “dad! i’m home!”

her father turned, his face softening as he pulled her into a warm embrace. “happy birthday, sweetheart.”

they pulled away, and she smiled up at him. “dad, i want you to meet someone.”

he raised an eyebrow, curious. she turned slightly and signaled for ran to come over. he did, leisurely making his way toward them.

the moment her father saw him, all color drained from his face.

“dad, this is my boyfriend, ran haitani.”

ran bowed slightly, his smirk never faltering. “pleasure to meet you, sir.”

her father stood frozen, staring up at the tall man before him like he’d seen a ghost.

“dad?” she frowned. “are you okay?”

“y-yeah, honey. i’m okay.” his voice wavered, though. his hands trembled slightly at his sides.

because this—this was a nightmare.

ran haitani. the very man he had been running from. the man who had been threatening his life over the debts he couldn’t pay. the same debts that stemmed from his desperation, from his greed. he had gone to bonten himself, requested their help to get rid of his political opponent when it seemed like he was going to lose the election. and bonten did their job well—flawlessly, in fact. but the price? far more than he ever imagined. higher than his assets, higher than anything he could afford.

and the longer he didn’t pay, the higher the debt climbed.

and now—now that debt had walked right through his front door, holding his daughter’s hand.

“dad, i just need to fix something in my room. can you keep ran company for a bit? he’s staying over tonight,” y/n said casually.

“but, y/n—” her father started, but she was already hurrying upstairs, leaving him alone with ran.

the moment she was out of sight, his expression darkened. “what the hell are you doing here?” he hissed.

ran only smirked, “just here to collect what you owe me.”

“leave my daughter out of this! she’s only twenty!” his voice was low but seething, trying to keep his anger contained.

ran exhaled a quiet chuckle, his amusement barely hidden. “even better. never had a girl that young before.”

rage flared in the mayor’s eyes, and his fists clenched. he took a step forward, ready to throw a punch, but ran barely moved. “i wouldn’t do that if i were you,” he warned, his tone light but laced with something dangerous.

ran pulled out his phone, showing y/n’s father a video of him and his daughter from earlier. apparently, ran had placed a camera in the room, recording everything they did—from y/n doing drugs to them having sex.

ran smirked, watching the mayor’s face drain of color. he tilted his phone just enough for him to see before pulling it away. “relax,” he drawled, slipping the device back into his pocket. “i’m not that cruel. yet.”

the mayor swallowed hard, his eyes flickering with unease.

“one wrong move, and this goes public,” ran continued, voice smooth yet deadly. “your sweet little girl? ruined. and you? well, you’ll go down with her.” he let out a low chuckle. “wouldn’t want the city’s beloved mayor to have a scandal like this, huh? your precious daughter exposed?”

ran took a step closer, lowering his voice. “but let’s be real, that’s not even the worst of it.” his smirk widened. “see, i could just expose what you did. how you crawled to bonten, begged us to get rid of your opponent because you were too much of a coward to lose.”

the mayor’s face twisted in pure panic. “please, don’t!” he hissed, voice barely above a whisper. “and leave her out of this. i swear i’ll pay you. just give me time. i’ll give you whatever you want!”

“nah,” ran scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “the only good thing i got from all your bullshit is your daughter’s body. i’m keeping her.”

her father’s jaw clenched, but ran only chuckled, clearly entertained by his reaction.

before he could respond, y/n’s voice called from upstairs. “ran, come up here!!”

“that’s my cue,” ran grinned. “time for round two.”

he laughed as he walked away, leaving the mayor standing there, frozen in place. he’s done for sure…

[ephemeralinstance]

Making community after Veilguard

It's clear that in order to heal Solas needs a community. He needs people around him, he needs to learn to trust and open himself up and allow others in. No matter how wonderful Lavellan is she can't be enough on her own, so the idea of them just being alone together forever in the Fade doesn't really feel right. So in my headcanon I instead like to imagine that Solas and Lavellan eventually reach the Lighthouse and set up something like a university there, reachable by eluvian for those who want to learn. They'll teach elves to reclaim some of the beauty and wonder of ancient elven magic. They'll teach mages to work better with spirits, cooperating and helping one another rather than living in fear. They'll teach spirits to negotiate the physical world without becoming demons. Students will come from all over Thedas to study with them. They'll bring in guest lecturers too - seers from Rivain, necromancers from Nevarra, augurs from the Avvar. Their students will learn to appreciate all the different magical traditions from across Thedas, and Solas and Lavellan themselves will also delight in learning new theories and new ways of making magic. They'll have a real flourishing community around them, a collection of like minds all dedicated to learning. Solas will have friends and loved ones, people who are excited to learn from him and people from whom he's excited to learn in return. In time he'll let his walls down and begin to truly heal. And as a bonus he will get to live out what is clearly his true calling, i.e. to become a professor. The Lighthouse will become a hub of learning and compassion, and Professors Solas and Lavellan will live there forever, helping to guide generation after generation towards tolerance and understanding.

[danwhobrowses]

Well now that the dust has settled a bit on the C3 finale and wrap up, I do wanna throw out some suggestions for 10 one shots - in no particular order - which I feel like would be great and fun and narratively tied in with the characters.

EXU: Crownfall Premise: In the future events (circa 15 years or less after the Rites of Catatheosis) the Crown Keepers reunite to try and free Opal from the crown, with ominous word that Lolth's mortal form is close to reawakening their memories and bringing their friend back into her service. Notes: Potential guest cameos for some Bell's Hells members and Deni$e if Aimee wants to double up.

Bell's Hells Go to PopCon Premise: Set a few weeks after the Rites of Catatheosis, Bell's Hells go to PopCon in Rumblecusp to support Chetney - the guest of honour. An egg is up for grabs for Fearne as a side plot but the hired hunters after Chetney during their reunion in Jrusar are also lurking in the shadows, likely at the behest of a disgruntled and aggrieved shopkeeper upset with Chetney's newfound fame. Notes: Potential guest cameos for Deanna and FRIDA, maybe even a long lost Pock O'Pea relative? Also maybe some conflict with TravelerCon happening on the same day!

EXU: Apogee Premise: Set either during the events of the final battle or after, an opportunity arises to see what Deanna, FRIDA, Deni$e, and Prism are up to in their own mini-adventure. Notes: Possible additions for other PCs to join the group, maybe even Tary and/or Kingsley given their absence in the campaign or let Matt play an NPC-turned-PC like Dancer, Joe, Xandis, or Ryn while another DMs.

Bell's Hells vs the Nine Hells Premise: In the absence of their Lord, a power vacuum is happening in the Nine Hells, and in turn many devils are coming to collect on their pacts to gain an advantage at the head of the table. Bell's Hells go to the Hells in order to dismantle an alliance of devils intent on taking over and laying waste to the material plane in preparation for Asmodeus' return - and their own gain and favour. Notes: Potential involvement for Zerxus, also potential to free Fearne from her pact with Klask, Braius stuff since Azzy M made him a marked moo, and maybe even a little fallout from Ashton pissing off Tiamat - who was sealed in Avernus. Also a chance to reshape the Hells in a more homebrewed structure if so desired.

Bell's Hells: Infinite Possibilities Premise: Irritated by the constant surveillance on them over the years, Ashton finally accepts the Kryn Dynasty's 'invitation' to visit and be studied: but they're not going alone. Tensions are high among the Hells given the Bright Queen's reluctance in the finale to aid them in the ritual or in saving Ashton's life, but Luxon lore is desired by both parties, as are answers about Ashton themselves - and, for Bell's Hells, getting them out alive and in one piece. Notes: Potential to also involve Essek, and possibly free him from the Kryn's corsairs, and Verin for family lore. Might also be worth noting Chetney's 'deal' with Leylas regarding bringing Ashton to them dead or alive, and possibly stealing some beacons for Nana or just for fun/spite.

Bell's Hells: A Kick in the Shattered Teeth Premise: Able to confirm that Ludinus Da'leth is in the Shattered Teeth from Caleb and Beau's scrying, Orym calls upon Bell's Hells to finish off the cloned corpse of that crusty-ass ancient elf once and for all. Returning to the Shattered Teeth does however come with some environmental chaos and obstacles, and while Ludinus has been 'retired' since his first death he is by no means unprepared for these kinds of visitors. Notes: Potential return for Captain Novos (are they still ghosts now that the Strife Emperor is 'gone'?), and Jirana - and her Toad Belly Hut - one last chance to bring up Molaesmyr again while confronting Ludinus', hopefully dissatisfied, feelings on the gods still surviving.

Bell's Hells: Shadow of Sorrow Premise: Just as Ira forewarned, the Unseelie Court have set their sights on Fearne and the rest of Bell's Hells for the death of Sorrowlord Zathuda. Leading the charge is Yu Suffiad, given her prior knowledge and experience in dealing with them, but much like how Zathuda was willing to turn on the court for his own gains, many members of the antagonistic court have ulterior fey-like motives. Bell's Hells must stand their ground and play to their own trickery and chaos against the Unseelie's Uncanny Ambush, and find a way to end the order put against them. Notes: A chance to bring back Gloamglut - and for Fearne to get that inheritance she was curious about. More Seelie/Unseelie lore especially now the Moonweaver is 'gone', possibly Traveler shenanigans too via Braius and maybe some more stuff with Ira and/or Nana to aid in the chaos.

EXU: RedBlue Premise: Ruidians of all races have started traveling to the Blue Promise, and a ragtag group of Ruidians have joined together in search of adventure and personal discovery in this foreign-to-them world that's existed only in their dreams. Notes: A light and fun way to reframe Exandria and its culture through the lens of Ruidians, as well as introducing more races of Ruidus and their own culture.

EXU: Mortal Premise: Set decades or more after the rites, the gods once again reunite in mortal form. This time though not to fell a city, build a gate, or find a lost sibling, but to seek out an adventure in places unknown or previously out of their grasp. But things adverse to and obscured from gods are not entirely welcoming, and the Chained Oblivion still seeks to free itself from the Abyss. Notes: Would recommend not using the same gods seen in Downfall and Divergence, just for variety, some of the less fleshed out gods (maybe some more Betrayers?) would be better.

Wedding Bells (Hells) Premise: Laura Bailey will not be denied and a third wedding is on the cards. But chaos will always follow and Delilah has made a gambit for one last escape from her Soul Anchor at the most annoying time possible - a particular specialty of hers. Notes: If it were me I'd do a bait and switch and say the wedding setting is not the Imodna wedding, but the two have an opening to get a marriage ceremony in the episode anyway. But otherwise it is the 3 for 3 wedding episode, also a chance for the Hells to clean up nicely design-wise, and ofc cameos galore.

[bluecheeseinmyoffwhites]

That Buck/Tommy scene was truly a LOT. Like every single line from "Now that the competition’s out of the way" down to the end of the scene is its own level of insane. Firstly, confirming that not only did Tommy see a thing between Buck & Eddie, but that he knew he would lose.

"I’m mostly kidding" was just messy.

"Competition with who?" "Don’t make me say it" shows that Buck is truly unaware of his feelings especially with what he says later.

"Wait Eddie?" as obvious as the point was, Tommy never said Eddie’s name. So Buck came to that conclusion himself.

"I mean you’re living in the guy’s house" it was the specific fact that Buck lives in Eddie’s old house that made Tommy come to the conclusion that Buck had feelings for Eddie. This confirms that there is a similar pattern of Buck living in the former house of his lovers, hence Abby.

"Ok this was not his house he was a renter" first of all he made no effort to correct Tommy over his feelings about Eddie first, which speaks for itself. He instead corrected him about Eddie’s ownership of the house, which was not even the main thing Tommy was communicating with him, so there was really no need to correct him so quick over that as opposed to his him supposedly liking Eddie. And also, Buck is literally the same guy that delivered the famous "This is Eddie’s house, I’m not really a guest" so that’s wrong.

"And he’s straight" Again, he addresses his supposed feelings about Eddie second. And interestingly the only thing that Buck uses to deny is that Eddie is straight. Not that he doesn’t like him, which hence very much could’ve said & shot down, but that Eddie is straight. Almost as if there was a chance he wasn’t straight Buck might possibly……

"*scoffs* okay" Messy messy messy but Tommy finally being the first person to canonically call bluff on Eddie’s sexuality. Contrasting when Eddie claimed to be straight to Father Brian, who we know he knows is bullshit but simply accepts Eddie’s claim.

"Ok I don’t have to sleep with every person I have feelings for" this confirms it right here. He doesn’t have to sleep with "straight guy Eddie" to be in love with him. The real beauty is that he just unintentionally revealed that he does indeed have feelings for Eddie, and continues through the episode saying he doesn’t. He still hasn’t denied it by the way.

"& I don’t have to have feelings for everybody I sleep with" to the guy he just slept with. Ouchies.

And the icing on the cake, the conversation happened in Eddie’s kitchen. Life is Beautiful.

[bcacstuff]

I’m the anon who sent you info about Sam’s location. I don’t think I was clear enough. What I actually meant was the opposite of what you understood. I was thinking that maybe Sam was alone in that hotel and either became friends with Pedro or met him as part of a preplanned arrangement. At some point, Pedro might have asked him to take him to the distillery, and since Vicky was nearby, she joined them. That’s one possible scenario. Still, no one except them knows the real story. What puzzles me is why Vicky geo-tagged the location and shared a story with Sam’s voice—that’s the part I don’t get. And what’s even stranger is that Sam didn’t seem to mind at all about it.

Thanks for coming back and explaining. I think I mixed your message up with another one and also because of the delulu ones in my inbox that makes me roll my eyes and shake my head so much, it's a wonder my head is still on my body. Not so sure about my eyes though. But I got a more clear vision on the whole thing.

See everyone is so preoccupied focussing on SH and VF, and plates on the table and whatever, even napkins that seem to fell of the table... 🙄 It baffles me and also disgusts me actually how these narratives evolves around a) a waterfall and a male voice (the part I dismiss as it is not factual proven it is his voice), b) Sam's presence in Mexico and c) a mutual follow.

But try to focus on what I do think Sam was much more interested in, as it is quite the interesting thing to read about and search out a bit more. I gave some links yesterday, but I don't think people really read the articles or even opened them.

Both articles were about the 'Racilla Roots Journey'. Journey's into the heritage of a llesser-known elixir spanning centuries, with Indigenous communities passing down their expertise across generations. Although raicilla is one of Mexico's oldest distilled spirits that gained protected designation of origin status in 2019, it remains relatively obscure, often overshadowed by its more famous agave-based cousins tequila and mezcal. 

Raicilla is a traditional spirit that predates tequila and mezcal, tracing its roots back over 400 years. The name comes from the Spanish word raicilla, which means “little root.” Distilled from wild agave found in the rugged landscapes of Jalisco, raicilla was historically produced in small batches by local artisans, often in secret due to colonial-era restrictions. Today, it remains a symbol of Mexican cultural heritage, celebrated for its complex, earthy flavors and the artisanal methods that have been passed down through generations.

Excursions are organized by some hotels, one in Punta Milla and one in Puerto Vallarta. There are two distinct off-property adventures – De La Costa: The Coastal Road and De La Sierra: The Mountain Road. This unique journey offers an in-depth look at raicilla, one of Mexico’s oldest and most treasured spirits, with a visit to the agave fields near La Estancia, Jalisco.

The Mountain Road is led by Pedro Fernandez del Valle, a raicilla expert and distiller who founded the family-led brand Aycya. Pedro's mission is to champion sustainable practices, fostering a deep appreciation for the beauty of Mexico’s terroir. These guides offer guests unparalleled experiences into the heart of raicilla country, each route blending personal narratives with deep cultural knowledge of its specific terrain and traditions.

Raicilla producers view their craft not as a product to sell but as their cherished heritage. Recognizing this, the guides have adopted a thoughtful approach, only introducing these small tabernas to those who will truly appreciate raicilla’s rich history and craftsmanship. Guests can engage personally with legacy producers, experiencing firsthand the passion and artistry behind this revered local spirit. This exclusive access offers a glimpse into a world typically hidden from tourism, making each raicilla encounter a truly special and authentic experience.

(so Anon I think, Sam rather arranged this excursion upfront as they are quite exclusive).

Upon arrival, they will be greeted by a master raicillero, who will guide them through the entire process of raicilla making, from the harvesting of the agave to the traditional distillation techniques that give this spirit its unique character. They will then explore Aycya’s fields, where the agave plants are cultivated, and visit the artisanal distillery where the magic happens.

On the aycya IG account you can watch the highlights called 'Taberna' which shows you some from the distillery, the surrounding and might lead you to other posts about it.

Note the 'maestro' Jorge Luis Aguirre Corona tagged here is the same one in Sam's pic at the distillery. Here's another one of the man

A BBQ for the guests at the end of the excursion seems to be a part of it as well.

[rekino2114]

screw it Male Reader Cuddling with female Chigiri Hyoma

Cuddling with fem!chigiri

Pairing:fem!hyoma chigiri x male reader

A/n:when I was searching for fem!chigiri art I always had to double check because I was like "is this genderbent or just him?"

During the second selection, you eventually ended up joining a team comprised of isagi, nagi, and your girlfriend chigiri thanks in no small part to her convincing her teammates to pick you when your team lost

"Looks like we're finally together again"

"It sure does......"

"Come on are you still salty I didn't wait for you at first?"

"......a little bit"

"It's not my fault, you just had to be faster"

Chigiri started giggling as you rolled your eyes and sighed. Seeing this, your girlfriend kissed your cheek

"If it makes you feel better, that definitely helped you improve, you put up a good fight in the match, I wouldn't have asked isagi to choose you if you sucked"

"That's good to hear"

"Exactly, so don't be so petty, the thing that matters is that we're here now"

"Yeah, you're right"

You now officially joined the team so all of you went in the next room, where you would most likely find the next team to go against, but before that you decided to relax in one of the rooms for teams of 4

"Finally, I was waiting to take a nap"

Nagi immediately plopped into one of the beds as isagi sat on another one. You and chigiri looked at each other before scanning the room and realizing something

"......wait.....what?"

"........why are there only three beds?"

"What?....oh I guess you're right"

"We have to tell ego"

"You can try but it's not like he can put a whole bed here in so little time"

"I dunno doesn't he control this whole facility?"

"If you want to sleep in a room who's gonna be under construction be my guest"

"......fine, I'll sleep on the floor"

"What are you doing?"

"Hm? I told you I'm gonna sleep on the floor"

"Yeah I heard you, but why?"

"I'm not gonna let you sleep on the floor, I'm a gentleman"

"There's a perfectly good bed there"

"Yeah for you"

"No for us"

"........you mean.....sharing a bed?"

"Obviously, you're acting like we don't cuddle every night"

"Yeah but.....in front of them?"

Chigiri narrowed her eyes and pointed at nagi, who was already sleeping and isagi, who went to train

".....alright fine"

"I'm glad, now give me 15 minutes, I need to do my hair"

"15? You usually take way more time"

"I'll hurry so we can cuddle sooner"

You two smiled at each other, and chigiri went into the bathroom to get ready while you sat on the bed and changed into your pajamas before pulling out your phone

"I'm ready"

A few minutes later chigiri walked out of the bathroom, having put on her own pajamas and with her hair styled in a ponytail

"Make some space"

"Oh yeah sorry"

You went to the side of the bed letting your girlfriend get under the covers with you

"The bed is warm, that's nice"

"Yeah....."

The red panther turned to face you and snickered once she saw that you were blushing

"Seriously? You're still embarrassed?"

"Sorry I'm just not used to this"

"Literally no one is watching this and your face is redder than my hair, I can't say you're not cute when you blush though"

Her remarks just caused you to blush more

"See? Adorable"

"Whatever"

You two started hugging and cuddling, you stayed silent for a while before yelping realizing something

"Oh sorry, I'm not squeezing your leg too hard am I?"

"Don't act like I'm made of glass"

"Sorry I'd just hate to hurt you"

"You could never hurt me and even if you do then I guess that's just fate"

"Don't say stuff like that"

"You're the one who started it"

"Yeah you're right so-"

"If you apologize one more time I'm pushing you off the bed"

"..............."

"Good, now just cuddle me and don't worry about me or my leg anymore ok?"

"OK I can do that, cuddling with you great anyway"

"I'm happy to hear that, you make a great cuddle buddy too"

"Just a cuddle buddy?"

"I guess you also make an alright boyfriend"

"Alright? Then you're an above average girlfriend"

Chigiri pouted but quickly started laughing along with you

"Just shut up"

"Let's shut up together then"

"Yeah cuddling in silence is better anyways"

You two kissed briefly before nuzzling closer into each other and continuing to cuddle comfortably for the rest of the night

[starkerscoop]

I just put out a SoulMate au Prompt!

On your birthday, as soon as you hit a certain age, you get to see a glimpse of your soulmate and possible clue as to who they are. And it repeats every year on ur birthday.

Maybe for the first several years Tony never saw anyone. So maybe his soulmate wasn't 18 yet. But then 5 years turn into 10, 15, 20 ( how many u wanna age him up to) so he thinks he doesn't have one.

Tony is getting ready with his friends and tailor, and he goes to check himself out, and he doesn't see himself. He sees Peter.

Now could know him already or not. Peter could be Spiderman or not!

I think it would be a fun idea!

- WinterSpiderPurrs

I know it's been almost two full years but here it is! Thank you for the prompt :)

also on ao3

Tony sighed, running his hands over the burgundy suit he was trying on. It didn’t sit right on him—too stiff, too impersonal—but he could imagine someone else wearing it. Someone standing beside him, fingers laced with his, accompanying him to his birthday party.

Someone he still didn’t have a face for.

Every year, his birthday arrived with the same disappointment. No vision. No glimpse. No confirmation that there was someone out there meant for him. At first, he had told himself his soulmate just wasn’t old enough yet. But as five years turned into ten, then fifteen, then twenty, the hope had faded.

Now, he wasn’t sure he had a soulmate at all.

Loud laughter from the waiting area pulled him from his thoughts. Tony’s shoulders slumped. He didn’t want Rhodey or Happy catching on to the turmoil written all over his face. Forcing himself to turn away from the noise, he faced the full-length mirror instead.

The suit looked just as wrong as it felt.

With a huff, Tony started to turn away, only for a flicker of movement in the glass to freeze him in place.

His breath caught.

His reflection was gone.

Instead, staring back at him was someone else.

Unruly curls, wild and windswept. Pale wrists wrapped in what looked like homemade gadgets, their design so unfamiliar that even Tony’s mind struggled to piece them together.

He leaned in, heart hammering, trying to get a better look—

And just like that, the image vanished.

The mirror once again reflected nothing but his own dissatisfied expression and the burgundy suit he suddenly wanted to set on fire.

Tony blinked.

Once. Twice.

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

He had a soulmate.

For the first time in years, something warm and unfamiliar bloomed in his chest, pushing aside the loneliness he’d grown used to carrying.

He didn’t say anything to Rhodey or Happy, who were still waiting for him to pick a suit. This was his, and his alone, to process.

But suddenly, picking out a suit felt meaningless. What did it matter? There was someone out there for him. Destined for him.

And Tony was going to find them.

Tearing off the suit, he pulled his own clothes back on, leaving the discarded fabric crumpled on the floor. He didn’t bother fixing it before striding out to his friends.

“I’m calling off the party,” he announced, cutting off their conversation.

Rhodey blinked. “All the guests have RSVP’d.”

Happy frowned. “And you love parties. Especially your own.”

Tony shrugged, impatience flickering in his eyes. “I’m a reformed man. I’ll take you two to dinner instead.”

Dinner would take less time. He had more important things to do now.

Rhodey and Happy exchanged a weird look, but Rhodey just sighed. “Whatever you want, Tones. It’s your day.”

Tony threw an arm around each of them, steering them toward the exit. They were halfway down the street when the first scream rang out.

They stopped cold.

Panic rippled through the air, the distant sound of chaos surging closer.

Tony’s hand hovered over his watch, instincts taking over.

Something was happening.

And for the first time, his gut told him it might be more important than any fight he’d been in before.

Across the street, a crowd scattered in all directions, their screams echoing off the towering buildings. Something—or someone—had sent them into a panic. Rhodey and Happy instinctively flanked Tony, scanning for the threat.

A car alarm blared as a sedan was flung sideways, skidding across the pavement before slamming into a fire hydrant. A geyser of water erupted, drenching the road. Through the chaos, Tony caught sight of the culprit—a metallic-armed thug in a makeshift exo-suit, stomping forward with all the grace of a wrecking ball.

“Great,” Tony muttered. “Guess it’s work mode now.”

Before he could activate his nanotech, a blur of red and blue shot down from above.

Spider-Man.

Tony barely had time to register the hero’s arrival before the kid launched himself straight at the armored thug, webbing his wrist and yanking hard. The thug snarled, trying to shake him off, but Spider-Man was already flipping over his head, landing a precise kick to the back of his skull.

Rhodey let out a low whistle. “Gotta hand it to the kid. He knows how to make an entrance.”

Tony grunted, eyes narrowing. He’d seen Spidey in action plenty of times before, but something about this moment held him captive. The way the kid moved—fluid, confident, impossibly fast—it felt... familiar.

Then he saw them.

The wrist-mounted devices.

Tony’s stomach dropped.

No way. It couldn’t be.

His mind reeled back to the vision in the mirror—pale wrists, odd gadgets strapped to them. They were different from his own tech, but unmistakably homemade. He had brushed it off at the time, too consumed by the shock of finally seeing his soulmate at all. But now, standing in the middle of a crumbling city street, watching Spider-Man weave between blows, it hit him like a freight train.

His soulmate might be standing right in front of him.

He had no proof, no way to know for sure. But the possibility lodged itself in his chest, refusing to be ignored.

“Tony,” Rhodey barked, snapping him out of it.

The thug had finally shaken off Spider-Man and was now barreling toward them, arms raised.

Tony’s hesitation shattered. Whatever this was, whoever his soulmate turned out to be, he’d deal with that later. Right now, he had a fight to finish.

He pressed his watch. The suit deployed around him in an instant.

“Let’s dance,” he muttered, launching into the fray.

The thug roared, slamming his exo-enhanced fists into the pavement, sending a shockwave rippling through the street. Cars bounced, windows shattered, and the force sent bystanders scrambling for cover.

Tony barely had time to react before Spider-Man shot out a web, yanking him backward just as a streetlight came crashing down where he had stood.

“Seriously, dude? Watch your step!” Spidey quipped, twisting midair before planting both feet against the thug’s chest. The force of the impact sent the villain stumbling, but he dug his mechanical fingers into the asphalt, stopping his fall with brute strength.

“Appreciate the assist, Webs,” Tony called, sending a repulsor blast at the thug’s exposed side. The villain barely flinched.

“Yeah, no problem!” Spider-Man shot a line of webbing to the thug’s wrist, yanking hard to throw him off balance. “But maybe next time, let’s not fight guys built like refrigerators?”

The thug growled and swung wildly. Spidey ducked, flipping over the attack, but the villain anticipated it this time. With terrifying speed, he reached up and caught Spider-Man mid-air, gripping him by the torso with a crushing force.

Spider-Man yelped.

Tony’s heart clenched.

“Gotcha now, bug,” the thug sneered, squeezing tighter. Spider-Man struggled, arms pinned to his sides, legs kicking.

Tony didn’t hesitate—he fired up his thrusters and shot forward.

But before he could reach them, the villain’s other hand gripped the edge of Spider-Man’s mask. In one brutal motion, he ripped it clean off.

The world seemed to slow as Tony took in the face now exposed to the open air.

Brown eyes wide with alarm. A mess of curls he instantly recognized.

Tony’s breath caught.

It was him. The same face he had seen in the mirror. His soulmate.

Something in Tony shifted, like a key turning in a lock he hadn’t known was there. A fierce protectiveness surged through him, drowning out everything else.

His soulmate was in danger.

And Tony Stark did not let the people he loved get hurt.

Before the thug could tighten his grip, Tony fired a concentrated repulsor blast straight at his wrist. The exo-enhanced metal cracked under the impact, sending a jolt through the villain’s arm. His grip faltered just enough.

The kid took advantage.

Despite the pain, he jerked his legs up, planting both feet against the thug’s chest and pushing off with every ounce of strength he had. The force ripped him free from the villain’s grasp, sending him tumbling through the air.

Tony was there in a second.

He caught the kid before he could hit the ground, arms wrapping securely around him as they hovered above the street. The kid gasped, chest rising and falling rapidly, dazed from the lack of oxygen.

Tony tightened his hold.

“Gotcha, kid.”

The boy blinked up at him, eyes wide and unfocused. Tony could see the moment the realization hit—his face flushed slightly, but he didn’t say anything.

Tony didn’t either. His mind was racing too fast.

This was his soulmate. But he had no idea who he was.

And that was something he was going to change.

[milessunflowers]

soulmate!omega!kimi antonelli with childhood best friend!alpha!reader who goes into heat for the first time and he's scared?

STOP THIS IS GONNA BE CUTE TRUST

soulmate!omega!kimi antonelli x soulmate!alpha!male!reader

synopsis: for as long as you have known each other, you've known you were soulmates. it was only a matter of time before you presented. what you didn't account for was how scary that would turn out to be

author's note: guys i swear ive been meaning to write, i just got so busy with school and extra curriculars but now that it is my spring break/holiday, i will hopefully write more! this is obviously going to be suggestive, so if you do not want to read, you can skip!

you guys have known each other your entire lives

and once you were old enough to really understand what a soulmate was, you guys instantly knew that tug between you guys meant you were soulmates

you would brag to schoolmates about it and were just so happy

when you reached grade 8, that's when you finally learned more about omegas, betas, and alphas, and what goes along with each designation

it wasn't a big deal to either of you because regardless you were destined to be together

you guys knew it would take a bit to present so you didn't even worry too much about it

that was until you noticed something different about kimi on a random thursday

he woke burning up and sweaty and needy

he was practically rubbing himself you

you panicked because you didn't know what to do

you hadn't even presented so how were you supposed to know how to take care of a freshly presented omega?!

you frantically searched google for answers and followed what it was saying

you brought him nesting supplies, made sure there was food nearby, and tried to find something to substitute for a knot

turns out, you only needed that substitute for a few hours because your soulmate's heat triggered your rut

freshly presented omega, meet your freshly presented alpha

it was a lot of fumbling and neediness

you were trying to fuck him gently but you also wanted to mate him so badly

kimi was begging you to fuck him harder and mate him

it was hard to resist mating considering you guys were soulmates but you didn't even have a chance to talk over mating before all of this happened

(you guys didn't mate the first time thank gosh because you wouldn't know what to do)

during the first small break, you managed to text beta!ollie to help you out since ollie had helped omega!paul and alpha!dino through this before

ollie is super good at taking care of you guys since he's the best friend any of you could ask for

he makes sure you guys have fresh nesting supplies, food, water, and anything else you need

he stays in the guest room while you guys are in heat/rut

he does have to wear headphones because he does not want to hear his best friends go at it

kimi is such a loud moaner, especially when begging for your knot

turns out, it feels amazing with your soulmate

during breaks when your knot deflates, you help kimi clean up a bit, rebuild a nest, and use the restroom before cuddling him

ollie does bring better food than the small snacks you had so you help feed kimi

who looks so in love and content that you just want to kiss him all over

and you do

it takes a week for everything to die down

on the final day, kimi and you just cling to each other and cuddle

ollie tries to coax you guys to the bath to clean up but kimi whines and you accidentally snap at ollie

ollie just sighs and gives up

you and kimi nuzzle together and scent each other for the first time

i feel like kimi would smell like the beach tbh

and you have never felt more protective of him

once you guys are back together, you do tell your parents so they don't worry then go clean up the bedroom

then kimi has to talk to mercedes about his heat cycle, to make sure they don't interfere with races too much

in the paddock now, you guys are more insufferable

you are always by kimi and kimi always has a hand around you somehow

to a lot of people, you just remind them of alex and george

funny enough, george claims kimi as his paddock pup so it makes sense

alex helps you navigate how it works being an alpha while george tutors kimi on how it works being an omega

they also tell you it's okay to be however this is just the basics

kimi honestly is more protective of you than him but that doesn't mean you don't snap at people when kimi is upset

the next time kimi is in heat, you don't go into rut so you panic again

you call alex and ask him what to do

alex hands george the phone and he tells you what you can do

it works for a while but the panic doesn't subside when kimi is still begging for more

you call alex again and he (sheepishly) explains to you that you just need to fuck him

you burn bright red and hang up, definitely embarrassed but it works

you can't look george or alex in the eyes the next time you see them (and the same goes for the next few weeks)

kimi teases you about it all the time until he has to call george or alex about your rut

then it's a back and forth thing

kimi always smells like you and you always smell like kimi

you guys are so smiley and happy together, especially after you guys mate later on

bigger smiles than ever

that really solidifies you guys being mini galex since george and alex had the same look you guys do

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[sourplumtext]

A Guilted Hunger (Pt. 1)

Synopsis: Sylus buys you at an auction thinking things will be the same as before. You don't remember your past life with him.

Prologue

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You were unconscious when they brought him to your cell. The stark contrast between you and what was usually kept in these cages was clear.

The reinforced bars and chains and the like, were all meant to restrain things like exotic cats or what some claimed to be "house" Wanderers. For those particular items, there would need to be some precaution taken in case they were to lash out on their handlers.

While you were in display, you were so docile. He imagined you would allow anyone to do whatever they wanted to you in that state. A handler would have come out to make a show out of you up there if he hadn't stepped in. He had to unclench his jaw.

And it didn't help that you were now laying on the floor, not from exhaustion, but because whoever decided to put you here also took the opportunity to make sure you wouldn't have a chance to flee. You had no reaction when he entered your cell, nor when he approached your curled up figure on the ground. You didn't even flinch when he knelt down and reached over, his hand brushing the back of your neck. Whatever was in your system must have reached its peak.

"Wake up," he said, knowing it wouldn't get an answer.

"Boss.. her file says-"

"I know." It said you were part Wanderer, though this was false. It was impossible for someone to be "part" Wanderer. He could sense the protocore that was fused into your heart, but that alone didn't make you a Wanderer.

He thought that maybe this was carried over from your past life. Back then, a sorceress. In this life, a Wanderer. Was this just how you were destined to meet each other? When you're ostracized from your original "tribe"?

"Take her home," he said as he stepped out of the cell. "Keep her in the guest room for now. If she wakes up, do whatever she asks. Otherwise, don't disturb her."

The twins looked at each other before back at him. "What about you?"

"I'd like to have a word with the original seller."

•••

You awoke in a cold room laying between a duvet and silk sheets. You could hear a fireplace crackling somewhere in the room as well as the deep bellow of a draft coming through the... house? Slowly, you made yourself sit up and take in your surroundings.

The furniture was dark and maybe too overindulgent. From the ornate drapery at the windows and the tufted accent chairs closer to the fireplace, you could only guess you were locked within some vampire's lair.

There was a crow on a perch nearby as well. You slipped out of the bed and approached it. What an odd thing to have taxidermied. When it moved its head to the side, you jumped, yelping when it flapped its wings in response to you.

"You're awake," a voice said from the darkness. Your head whipped around to see two men wearing crow masks at the door. You backed away from them and the crow, gravitating towards the safety of the bed again. The two men continued to enter the bedroom.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?" the other man said.

You shook your head. Had you been indicted into a cult or something?

"If you need anything, just tell us. Boss'll be back soon, so just hold on tight." And then they left.

The crow made a low noise as it tapped it's beak on the perch it stood on. You glanced at it before cautiously moving further away, getting a strange feeling that it was watching you.

You took the time you had to search through the room. Through the various drawers and bookshelves, you tried to find any clue as to who you were going to have to face. Ultimately, there were no leads to follow. All of the books were about music - theory, history, composition. Was this a vampire or a musician that you were going to meet?

You looked at the crow again. It made a small chirping noise as it kept watching you. Should you chance it to look at another room? It's not like the men said you couldn't-

"You're lively."

You jumped, turning your whole body to face the door you were about to exit through. You had to tilt your head up to meet his gaze and even then, you had trouble forming a coherant though, "Y...You're... the Boss?"

"My name is Sylus." He stepped further into the room, making you retreat once again. "The twins call me that, but I'm more like... their sponsor." He took a seat, keeping his eyes on you as he collected his thoughts. He didn't tell you to sit, so you didn't. "The protocore in your heart. Is that the reason you were at the auction today?"

You couldn't find a reasonable answer. In truth, you didn't know how you got to the auction. But for some reason, that wasn't something you wanted to disclose. You were hesitant to tell him anything.

He crossed his legs and rested his head against his hand. "Does it cause you any discomfort?"

"..."

"I want to remove it."

"What for?"

"Ah- she speaks."

You frowned. "Is it because-"

"I don't care for the protocore itself, if that's what you're going to ask. There are plenty of those that go around. I simply intend to... tend to your ailment."

"..."

"Do you have an objection?"

"What was your reason for... bidding on me?"

He scoffed a bit at the question, and simply left it unanswered. "The twins' names are Luke and Kiernan." He stood from his chair. "You'll come to understand the differences between them. They'll prepare your meals and have them ready in the dining room. If not, eat where you please-"

"I'm not hungry."

Sylus' lips curled into a small smile as he slipped his hands into his pockets. "You may come and go as you please, but considering your situation it would be best to stay here. And if not, take one of the twins. I can't guarantee you won't be taken to another auction if you go alone."

"After the protocore is gone..."

He smiled at your line of thinking. "Undecided." He took a step towards the door. "Eat. I'm not going to poison you."

"But your purpose for buying me..."

"Do I need a reason to keep a pet?" Slowly, he turned his body halfway to face you. "Usually, humans sold in the N109 zone are used for activities of a sexual nature, though that doesn't interest me so much."

"Are you saying I should be grateful?"

"I'm saying that... If you really believe I bought you for sex, then I'm afraid you'll have to do a little better, Kitten." Sylus headed toward the door again. "I like a little meat on the bones."

[secondarysefikura]

So those time travel ideas I gave, I will say that if you or anyone else wants to write one of these stories or story based off of these ideas I have please be my guest. I’m unfortunately not a writer, I would love to one day but for now I want to practice on my own writing before giving it a shot, that being said here’s some add ons to them:

In idea one Clond definitely heads to Nibelheim to wake Vincent up before burning the mansion and all of lies about Sephiroth down, and destroying the reactor along with Jenova. But before that he ends up standing in front of his childhood home for a good few minutes, because he’s in the past that means that his mom is still alive, which means he could see her. But he doesn’t know if he should see her because he’s afraid of freaking her out. Either Cloud ends up walking away and going to the mansion, or Claudia opens the door while Cloud is still deciding what to do and sees him.

In idea two while Zack and Sephiroth are trying to murder each other Cloud gets his own fan club. Everyone wants to know how on Gaia that blonde twink manage to win the affection of not just the puppy but also Sephiroth of all people. His fan club becomes more popular then the firsts’ combined.

In idea three Angeal and Genesis notice Sephiroth being very creepy and possessive when it comes to his student. After finding out that Sephiroth ordered that Cloud be allowed to move into his apartment with him, they try to separate the two and ask Cloud if Sephiroth has been forcing him to do anything. After that next mission the firsts go one together(Cloud is also with them) Angeal and Genesis mysteriously disappear during it, and when Cloud and Sephiroth return to Midgar Cloud now has the Buster sword. They both claim they found it ‘abandoned.’

In idea four Sephiroth at one point begins to notice that Cloud is barely sleeping. As time goes on and the bags under Cloud’s eyes become worst and worst Sephiroth is finally able to get Cloud to tell him why he’s not sleeping. It turns out that Cloud can only sleep if he’s in bed with Sephiroth and his arms are around him. So instead of having Cloud sleep in the guest room, Sephiroth let’s Cloud sleep in his bed with him, and as soon as Sephiroth has his arms around Cloud, Cloud is out like a light.

Hojo dies in all of the ideas. With the first one its either by future Cloud or Sephiroth, second one it’s Zack as soon as he realizes he’s in the past(and once he’s done he quickly goes to find Cloud and Angeal so he can give them both a hug), third one it’s both Cloud and Sephiroth after he’s made Cloud ‘perfect’ which means that Sephiroth doesn’t need him alive anymore, and for the fourth idea it’s Sephiroth probably because Hojo had Cloud captured and brought to him while Sephiroth is away, when Sephiroth finds out he returns to Midgar as fast as he can to finally rid the planet, especially him and Cloud of Hojo.

I hope one day you do feel confident enough to perhaps write fanfiction of your own. Honestly the best advice I've ever gotten for writing is that until you write a million words, nothing you write is good. Which may seem discouraging, but I've always taken it as an excuse to write without worrying if my work is 'good.' Of course I go through and edit things, but I don't have to be discouraged if something I write isn't good. It doesn't matter, it's counting towards the million words I have to write before my works are considered 'good'!

Anyway, onto your ideas!

In idea 1, I honestly didn't think about Vincent at all! It's a good thing Cloud thought to wake him or else Vincent would have woken up to a scene straight out of hell! Also Cloud trying to decide if he should visit his mom...so sad. PERFECT!

Cloud getting his own fanclub in idea two is hilarious to me, since I feel like it starts with Cloud getting his own conspiracy forum that then evolves into a fanclub. Move over Silver Elite, the "Who is this Blonde Twink" conspiracy group is now the most popular page in all of Midgar!

Idea three is evil~ You just know that Sephiroth prepped Cloud on what to do in the case anyone ever started asking Cloud about their relationship or tried to 'break them apart.' If someone ever tries to do such a thing, Sephiroth tells Cloud, you listen to them and play along then tell me IMMEDIATELY. Such a shame about Angeal and Genesis disappearing on their next mission, but is it really a surprise? Rumours have been going around for ages now that they were planning to desert...

Idea four, awwwww. It's both incredibly sad and incredibly sweet. You just know Sephiroth is a bit uncomfortable with the touch but also wants to see the poor thing sleep for once. And look how peaceful Cloud is when he's tucked in his arms! He hates whoever made Cloud feel this way, but he supposes he is willing to do this much to help Cloud feel better.

Also bye Hojo. Of course any time traveler worth their salt (or any caretaker of an emotionally terrified time traveler) would get rid of Hojo. He's the source of so many problems, killing him really is for the best.

[acapelladitty]

the serpent and the blade

Pairing: Messmer/Reader/Rellana

Summary: With a late night summons to Messmer's private chambers, you find that he is not alone as he requests your services.

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Covered by a thin reddish robe, the fabric almost sheer in parts, you are surprised to find that Messmer is not alone as you enter his room to meet his late-night summons. Seated across from him in a smaller chair than the one built to house his impressive frame, sat a pale woman whose silver armour glittered in the low light offered by the nearby fire.

Turning to face you, it is impossible to hide the surprise from your expression as her dark hair and pale features appear strikingly familiar. A ghost from a previous life.

“Rennala?” You ask, surprised by the presence of your former ally in the midst of such a hidden and desolate place. You missed the woman, her assistance in your journey prior to being fluttered away to these lands a warm spot in a desolate expanse.

“Oh, you know of my sister.” The woman replies, her expression now also holding some surprise as she surveys you with a pointed gaze.

Not Rennala then.

A sister definitely, and your eyes dart to Messmer, who is following your interaction with narrow, interested eyes that showcase a serpentine focus.

“The great Carian Queen assisted me in honing my skills before I journeyed to the Shadow Realm,” You explain with a soft smile, thinking of the sad woman who so willingly weaved her magic to allow you to shift your appearance and alter your capabilities.

The woman drops her gloved hand to the table with a soft metallic noise as she inclines her head in greeting, “I am Rellana. Her blood sister. How fares my sister?”

Your expression falters and she picks up on it instantly as a small furrow appears in her brow.

“She remains broken by her experiences and heartache but her power is intact. A rising sorceress, Sellen, stood against her and sought her position but the Carian Queen held true and banished her to a cursed fate.”

Sharing your experience, you watch as both Rellana and Messmer accept the information with schooled features and a slight silence falls as Rellana falls into private considerations.

“You summoned me, my lord?” Shifting your attention to Messmer, his state of undress does not slip your notice as you take in the pale overshirt which hangs off his shoulders and covers most of his lap – bare legs peeking free under the table as they extend out.

“We are blessed by the presence of my honoured guest,” extending a hand to Rellana, Messmer slips the armoured glove from her hand to expose the soft skin below, “and it would please me for you to share some time with us.”

“Share time?” Unsure of exactly what was being asked of you as a slight flush of embarrassment rolls across your skin, you cannot tell if he is asking for your typical services.

“Our lord and I have been known to share our bed in the past,” Rellana jumps in to explain, her voice as cool as a flowing stream, “and he wishes to extend you the honour of joining us. As his first true paramour, I requested time to meet with you and witness your loveliness for myself. He is not known for keeping pets of any kind so a lover is almost unthinkable.”

Breath stolen from your lungs at her words, your nervous fingers cannot help but shift up to smooth out the front of your robe. As beautiful as her sister, Rellana’s features were soft and delicate – completely at odds with the sharp armour which covered her skin – and the slightest flush of arousal passed through your lower stomach as you locked eyes with Messmer. His gaze was pure fire, his interest in the potential joining clear as his wide hand lay casually on his lap, dragging your attention lower as uncertainty plucked at your chest.

“My lord had never shared me before.”

Neither an acceptance nor a denial, the words hang in the air for a moment until Rellana offers you a soothing smile.

“He demands nothing of you, even now. If you do not wish to join us then you may leave with my thanks for speaking of my beloved sister so kindly.”

Put on the spot as arousal continues to warm lowly in your belly, your eyes flit between Messmer and Rellana with keen consideration as you push past the insecure shame of having another experience your body to give them a small nod, “I accept.”

Visibly delighted, a small smile tilts Messmer’s lips as he nods his approval and Rellana stands from the table in a single shifting motion, her smooth movements lovely to watch as she approaches you with a curious look. Her fingers are cool as they ghost along your jaw, tilting your head up to allow her a closer look at your features.

She’s even more beautiful at this distance, her only imperfection being a long, silvery scar which sit along her hairline – the torn skin almost hidden by how pale her skin lays alongside it.

“Hmm, I can see the allure of your little tarnished,” Rellana announces, casting her head over her shoulder as she speaks to your lord. “She is a warrior true and I can sense the echoes of glintstone magic within her blood. Tell me, have you lain with a woman before?”

Directing her attention back to you, Rellana stands before you with obvious interest – her gaze falling to your ample chest before trailing up once more.

“No. Only men,” And demigods, your mind adds unhelpfully, “but I have oft wondered…”

Your confession only seems to excite her more, the spark of her icy gaze deepening as she takes your hand in her own and leads you over to the familiar bed. Without shame, she sheds her armour with impressive speed, each removed piece exposing more of her lithe body to your hungry gaze.

Her body is thin but you can see the wiry strength in her limbs, certain movements making her muscles clench and expose themselves, and some of her skin is scarred in places – thin, straight scarring which you knew was the result of sword combat. Her breasts were small and pert, the light skin centred by pink areolas and peaked nipples which stood to attention in the warm air of the room.

Dropping her undergarments to the floor, her exposed sex was framed with delicate dark curls, the stark contrast to her skin matching the dark hair which sat atop her shoulders. Gazing at her, your trembling fingers were quick to pull your shift dress overhead – exposing your body to her hungry gaze as you matched her movements with your own and dropped your undergarments to the floor in a messy pile.

A subtle groan draws your eyes over to Messmer and his attention is fierce as he watches the two of you with interest, the sheet across his lap clearly tented over his cock. Rellana swiftly snatches your focus once more as she pulls you to the bed – forcing you to lie back and scoot up the sheets as she follows you with a distinctly predatory shuffle. Her mouth is instantly cool against your breast as she falls on you without warning and you exhale sharply as she sucks your nipple into her mouth, her tongue caressing the hardened bud with enthusiasm.

“Will you join us, my lord?” Rellana asks, her voice charged with excitement as she glances over at him.

“Soon, my blade. I am content to observe and for you and my spirited paramour to enjoy your pleasures as I will enjoy my own in time.”

Nodding at his words, Rellana returns her attention to your chest and her fingers are cold as they stroke along your thighs, slowly working their way towards your heated sex.

“You can touch me, little tarnished.” Rellana mutters, the words just above a whisper. “Explore my skin just as I explore thy own.”

You respond in an instant, fingers rising to brush along her skin as they trail across her subtle breasts – her nipples pink and peaking under your gentle ministrations as Rellana sighs at the contact.

Growing bolder, you pinch at her hardened nubs and she responds by sinking two fingers deep within your cunt, a move which arches your back off the bed and steals a groan from your lips.

She’s gentle in a way that Messmer seemed incapable. His hands too large and roughened to truly deliver a soft touch and you sink into what Rellana has to offer as moans fill the space between you. Her fingers are quick to deliver their pleasures, stroking and rubbing along your walls as her thumb slips up to graze along your rapidly-engorging clit. Heat dances along your skin as she builds your arousal and you increase your grip of her chest with every curl of her digits.

Before long, you are coming undone around her – allowing your delightful cries to ring out across the room without shame while you wrap your hands around her waist and dig your nails into her skin as your ride your pleasure out on her fingers. Her gaze never leaves your own, chilling eyes drinking in your sighs and cries with a small smile which only grows as you go slack against the sheets.

“Beautiful tarnished.” Rellana breathes, pulling her fingers free and immediately bringing them to her own mouth to taste. A rumble from the side startles you as you had momentarily forgotten your audience and your head shifts to look as Messmer, his arousal now laid bare as he had taken the opportunity to disrobe and prepare himself to join.

“Will you join us now, my lord?” You ask, voice deceptively sweet in a way which makes Rellana’s smirk grow as she matches your movements to look over at where Messmer is seated. “Your warmth will be enough to heat us both, I wager.”

Messmer moves quickly and you gasp in surprise as his wide hands pluck you from the bed and pull you up, close to his chest. In your absence, Rellana takes your previous position and spreads herself wide across the bed, her knees pointing far apart as Messmer gently places you down on all fours with your face only a few inches away from Rellana’s sex.

Having never seen a woman before so intimately, you take a moment to explore her as your hands fall to her inner thighs and stroke the skin there gently. A groan of the wooden bed frame alerts you to Messmer’s presence behind you and you feel the heat of his skin close to your own. Rellana’s dark pubic hair is curled against her skin and you run the tips of your fingers across it as you press your palm against her cunt – enjoying the warmth which spreads across your skin.

With Rellana’s back pressing into the sheets, you drop your head between her thighs and push your lips against the soft skin there – sucking reddened marks into the pale expanse. But your attention quickly shifts to her velvety folds and your tongue is curious as it slips free to lick along her slit while your fingers pull her apart to give you easier access. At the contact, Rellana groans and her vocalisations embolden you as you put your knowledge of your own enjoyments to use; instantly shifting your attention to the pretty pink bud which sits almost hidden by her darkened pubic hair.

Behind you, the heat of Messmer as his hands stroke along your own sex draws a moan from your lips as you suckle at Rellana. His fingers were quick to delve within your core, two thick digits testing your dampness as he starts to stretch you out in preparation for his cock.

In your time, Messmer had proven to be a decent lover; his joy at bringing you pleasure apparent as he never allowed you to leave his chambers without forcing you to completion at least once. He appeared to enjoy your pleasure as much as his own and was not slow in using his fingers or tongue in those moments after his own cock had reached its peak.

“Spirited lover, are you ready to receive me?” Messmer asks, the words purring with satisfaction as you feel his eyes burning into the back of your head. “Are you at least satisfied with your meal?”

“Yes!” You moan out, half burying the word into Rellana’s folds as you lick at her messily. “Please, my lord, take me.”

Unable to hold back longer, the blunted head of Messmer’s cock pushes against your hole and you grimace in pained pleasure as the burn of his slow entry makes your head spin. He moves gently, allowing you to adjust to his girth as he pushed forward until his cock lies flush against your cervix. The fullness never fails to steal your breath and you stutter as your lips lock around Rellana’s clit, suckling softly at the nub.

“My blade, is she not wonderful?”

“I can see the allure, my lord.” Rellana pants, your busy tongue making her speech disjointed. “Beauty belies that strength that I can feel in her blood. She is not one to be tamed but she allows herself to indulge thee.”

Messmer laughs at that, the noise little more than a rumble in his throat as he picks up his pace – his hips snapping against your ass with greater force as his long fingers grip reddened shapes into the soft skin of your hips. The rhythm between the three bodies is intense, Messmer’s thrusts only serving to push you further into Rellana’s sex as each chases their own growing pleasure; Rellana’s hands dropping to stroke along your hair while Messmer massages your hips with his textured thumbs.

The room is quiet, the scent of sex and sweat hanging in the humid air, with the only breaks to the silence coming from the low moans and muttered encouragements which slip free from heated voices.

You nibble at Rellana’s folds, noticing her enthusiasm for the use of your teeth as well as your tongue, and you find yourself rewarded with a sharp gasp. The tight band of arousal which cinches your groin is inflamed by every sharp push of Messmer’s thighs, his thick cock dragging along every overly-sensitive nerve in your cunt.

On the edge of release, you use your hands to spread Rellana’s thighs even wider to allow you unfettered access to her sex; your mouth once again pressing against her hardened clit as a particularly rough thrust from Messmer is enough to push you into oblivion. Using Rellana to muffle the cries of pleasure, you can feel her appreciation at the added vibrations as waves of pleasure crash through your body. You clamp your eyes shut and suck at her clit, tongue flicking across the sensitive nub in such a way that you can feel her cunt contracting as she follows you over the edge.

Rellana groans as she comes, her release flooding her cunt as it coats your mouth and chin – her sweet taste only pushing you further into pleasing her as you drag her through her orgasm with the same stiff determination which Messmer was currently subjecting you to. Unseen, you can hear him grunting, his appreciation of the scene before him causing his cock to twitch within your convulsing cunt and you know his end is near.

He doesn’t disappoint. With a growled obscenity, Messmer’s hips lay flush against your ass as his cock throbs within you; his release as scalding hot as ever as the sensation of it fills your overstimulated cunt and instantly begins to leak free. Openly moaning like the whore you supposed you now were, you press kisses into Rellana’s thigh as another rolling wave of pleasure strips you of your remaining senses.

Messmer remains inside, allowing his seed to pulse and full you fully before pulling his cock free – the stretch replaced with a gnawing emptiness that snatches a fresh groan from your lips as the little strength that sits in your bones leaves you. Collapsing into an overstimulated heap, the cool arms of Rellana are quick to pull you close as she lays your head on her chest – the heat from your skin feeling wonderful against her more chilled frame.

“You have worn her out, my lord.” Rellana sighs, her own pleasures making her expression soft and more open than it had been previously.

“I have prior samplings of her with much more ferocity.” Countering her claim, Messmer is careful in his movements as he lays his body across the free space to your side. “I fear it is your presence and skills which have robbed her of her senses.”

“You flatter me. Perhaps I should invite her to my home, show her the other delights which laying with one of her own can bring. A feminine touch can be much more terrible than that of a god.”

Agreeing with a muted noise, the sound causes a twitch in Messmer’s lips as he observes your casual, fucked-out positioning. “Hmm, the appeal is not lost on me. Perhaps we shall both venture through to Castle Ennis before the next moon.”

Exhausted and overstimulated, you cannot help but perk up a little at the thought. It had been an age since you had considered your magics and the glintstone crafts which Rennala had so kindly guided you in and the thought of continuing those discussions with another learned teacher sparks joy in your heart.

Plus, you deeply suspected that Rellana had other skills which you had yet to experience and the thrill of having her soft hands on your heated skin once again fills you with an excitement that you supposed you would have to thank your lord for privately at a later time.