#and the longer you're in a position of power the more people you will piss off just by like. law of averages

[lokisprettygirl]

Just gonna start by saying that I don't understand what show Daemon haters are watching, it's like one person says something and the rest of them run with it, they watch his scenes with their hate colored glasses. Like i have been seeing "Matt Smith in a wig" a lot which is not just an insult to Daemon but more so Matt and I feel embarrassed for the people using the phrase, a few days ago it never came up but then one person tagged him like that and since then I keep seeing it 🥴 people keep using words like gagged, humbled etc because again someone started the trend and rest of them followed.

None of the posts in Daemon Targaryen tag is a positive one so here's one, in the same breath I'm going to insult Rhaenyra first but hey I won't tag it because I am not looking to piss off Rhaenyra fans on purpose as Daemon haters do. But yeah that was truly stupid as fuck on her behalf to allow anyone to sit the dragon, like woman you don't know these people at all, you didn't spend even an hour with them, I know you're desperate but what are you going to do when they decide that they're the ones who are stronger than you in terms of power now? They're no longer common folks with nothing to boot for.

Now coming to Daemon i keep seeing that he was gagged and humbled which I don't see how? What scene did you watch? His haters literally have a boner for a 12 year old now because they think he gagged the worst man in the HOTD world as per them.

Oscar was shitting his pants when he had met Daemon first so the sudden courage he showed today was not inherent at all in him, the only reason he was able to speak up now was because

A. Daemon allowed it

B. He now has the power as a lord and Daemon needed it.

When oscar taunted him that daemon was hated, he literally didn't give a fuck about it, he smirked and clearly stated that.

He didn't require the love or respect of these idiots, he just needed their men. No Daemon wasn't tricked into killing blackwood, it was the right thing to do and it's what he should have done, not just for William's crimes but for also going against his command.

The only reason Oscar was able to speak so bravely was because Daemon didn't stop him, because he needed the army and he was able to get what he needed by allowing a twelve year old to do his bidding for him. If anything it was Daemon who prevailed in this situation as a more powerful man by the end of it because now he got what he required from these fools but hey let's just ride the hate train because most of you are incapable of reading the scene for what it is. He even respected Oscar in a way because he could see that the kid wasn't a fool and had the ability to manipulate his people.

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

I've already brought this up in this post, but I absolutely believe Hu ended up telling David what her secret was and why it made her so uncomfortable (presumably because she more than likely has the hopeless child secret)

Hu: I have to be the one to give everyone guidance. That's the only thing I can do. If no one relies on me, then I won't be useful anymore. Hu: You knew how I felt, and yet you... You... Hu: You toyed with my heart!

Like, let's really analyze this dialogue for a second. Why would Hu say that David knew how she felt, why she acts the way she does, unless she told David herself? David is not a mind-reader, he can barely handle the things going on in his own mind. So the only way I can see David knowing about this is if Hu told him herself. Throughout all of Chapter 2, David is constantly pressuring others to tell their secrets. Especially in CH2-6. And that is made especially apparent with how he handles Nico's forced-coming out

David: I know this isn't the ideal time for me to do this, but... David: Nico, do you know what your secret is? Nico: [Sniff] Hu: He's clearly upset. Don't bother him with your questions. David: Part of me thinks that this conflict between Ace and Nico stems from the position of power Ace holds over Nico for keeping his secret. David: If that secret was exposed, then Ace would no longer have that edge over him. David: Nico, can you reveal your secret to everyone? Nico: W-What? Nico: I...I don't want to. David: I know it's difficult to reveal a secret that mortifies you, but aren't all of our secrets going to be revealed in 2 days anyway? I don't think it matters much if you do it now or later. Nico: ... David: Unless you're thinking that the secrets won't be revealed at all? Nico, don't tell me that you-- Nico: Okay, fine!!

David: So then, revealing your secret was a good thing, right? That way, you won't have to be misgendered anymore. Nico: ... Nico: I wasn't ready. David: This is definitely an improvement. It's good for everyone to be open with their secrets.

Nico: Hey I don't think I was in any way shape or form ready to have this part of my identity that I've been ostracized and bullied for for my entire life to not only be outed in front of my classmates but to what is presumably international TV David: K, so anyway :)

He even does this specifically to Hu later in this scene

David: Hu? Hu: I'm sorry, but my secret is something that makes me uncomfortable. David: Even though it will be revealed by MonoTV anyway? Hu: Perhaps it's not an admirable thing to do, but I'd rather put it off for as long as possible. I apologize.

I also have no doubt that David and Hu had some time alone. Teruko left the Relaxation Room, and considering the fact that Nico was planning a murder and also...is reasonably pissed at David

Nico: But David is really suspicious. He's always been really pushy on getting people to reveal their secrets. Nico: And he can do that only because he revealed his own secret first. That way, he doesn't look like a hypocrite. Nico: But if he lied about his secret, then he can just pretend he's in the right. And then other people will follow his lead because it's "good" to share secrets. Nico: And, um, I'm not just saying this because I'm mad at David. Really.

(they say after basically recounting word-for-word what happened to them)

I don't doubt they would've left at some point soon after Teruko given their personality.

Which would leave David and Hu alone to have a conversation about her secret, to which Hu would most likely fall victim to the same pressure Nico did, and reveal what secret she got.

You only took on your talent to distract form your incessant need to harm yourself for fun.

I bring up this frame in particular, by the way, because I find the difference in how she talks about not sharing her secret very interesting. In the Relaxation Room scene, she describes the act of not sharing her secret as "not an admirable thing to do". Here, she straight up calls it "selfish". It's almost as if someone implanted that seed in her brain to pressure her, wonder who that could be.

Along with this, she would also probably explain why she felt so uncomfortable sharing her secret as that was also something David tried pressuring her to explain, which would lead to her talking about her experiences and reasoning for why she is the way she is, which as we have commonly theorized, is most likely in line with the secret Veronika received

You were quite the hopeless child. Dying once wasn't enough, so you attempted suicide three times.

Which David would put together based on the secret appearing on the board. And that's why he taunts her over it.

David: And in spite of how easily you'll spill other secrets for the sake of "peace," you're still too much of a coward to admit your own. Hu: I...that's not what... David: What's wrong, "Julia"? Go ahead and share your secret. It can't be *that* bad, can it? Or is it worse than mine? Worse than Nico's? David: Or could it be that you're actually not as noble and strong of a person as you make yourself out to be?

He is the only person in the room who not only knows what secret Hu received, but knows why she won't say it out loud. He knows her secret and he is hanging it over her fucking head like a carrot. He knows how she feels, and even still, he toyed with her heart.

[poppy-metal]

Toxic!BalletAU!Jordan where your dance studio becomes you two's bubble.

On paper most rooms are free for all at all times but when you need some privacy you need to schedule and Jordan always needs some privacy especially since you two have been paired up for more than one performance together.

you two have been spending all your time together training and with Jordan always scheduling your time together in the evening your training has been long and tiresome often leading to the two of you exhausted on the floor.

With pauses here and there you test the water, sometimes your questions are met with dry, "shut up." Or "that's none of your buisness." But sometimes after a three hour session Jordan is exhausted enough to answer your questions.

It feels a bit like pillow talk, Jordan will be spread on the floor trying to rest for a few minutes while you'll be massaging your ankles and they'll huff before answering your questions.

You touch everything little by little, their power, if they were scared the first time they shifted, how their parents reacted or questions unrelated to that like how they came to want to become a dancer or what music they listen to.

You two feel it. Especially Jordan when the sun sets and it's been down for a few hours, the vibe has changed it's different and it's just the two of you. They'll still be banter and sarcasm but they'll be soft moments too where Jordan would check their notifications and messages before they turn around ready to start again when they see you napping on the floor and 'reluctantly' (that's what they convince themselves) let you sleep for a small 30 minutes before they gently nudge you with their foot to stand back up and go at it again.

I have so many more in store!

oh my god im melted ice cream on the floor

me when I wrote more than i expected to.

they really start showing their love language too ( i think they're heavy on physical touch and acts of service) to the point where they have this since of pride in their chest whenever you look to them expectantly, doe like eyes wide, and they present you with your protein bar. they ignore the warmth in their chest at how it feels to - to take care of you - feed you, watch you get replenished. and you start falling into this sense of comfort around them, even if there's still moments you genuinely don't know if they hate you or not, you couldn't do what you're doing with anyone else. something in you feels safe around them, despite the thorns threatening to prick you at every turn.

but it feels good to learn about them little by little. you try and be a positive person, maybe you try too hard but thats a discussion for another time, but you're suprised at the intensity of the dark emotions that come over you when you learn about their parents, the way they dont accept jordan - how they're basically the whole reason jordan doesn't shift in front of people here. it actually makes jordan laugh one day, a sharp sound - "shit - you look like a pissed off little rabbit. what, you gonna pout my parents to death?"

that leads to you huffing and shoving at their shoulders, and they actually nudge over a little, in their fem!form - and that's how it starts. a tussle, playfighting really - they just suddenly can't stop giggling at your attempts to be intimidating and you start off miffed but end up just doing it to hear them continue to laugh - because its such a beautiful sound. you think you could bottle it up. wear it around your neck forever.

eventually they pin you under them, panting a little, grinning and flushed - their longer hair fluttering in the space between you. and the giggles die down, their eyes go from mirth at your expense to something - something shockingly tender. it traps the air in your chest. you both have a moment of looking at eachothers lips, then your eyes, before they're leaning in, hungry and fast - and this is all so new - you've never been kissed by anyone - let alone a woman - and you find you're not afraid. far from it. your legs seem to spread natrually, wrapping around their slim waist, pulling them into you.

they kiss you so intensely, its ravenous really, a moan clawing its way from deep in their chest as they move to kiss along your neck - reach down and grip your thigh, yanking it higher around their hips so they can - can grind down. and you gasp at the friction of their cunt on yours - the tights you're both wearing thin enough you can feel the pressure as they drive their hips against you - mimicking - mimicking

"this is how i think about fucking you - " they say, biting at your earlobe, "all the damn time."

you whine, hands scrabbling at their back - "jordan." you gasp, "don't stop - please dont stop."

"fuuck." it comes out like a hiss, they're really rutting you into the floor now, you can feel the wetness of your cunt, of theirs, seeping together, mixing in the sheer fabric separating you both - "god, what're you doing to me." a hand sneaks up, wraps around your throat in an almost punishing manner, "haven't cum this way in ages - fuck - this little freshmen cunt -"

they're cut off, groaning, and your thighs squeeze around their hips, rocking your pelvis up to meet theirs and you hit that peak right after they do - eyes rolling back into your skull at how good it is.

they roll off you, staring up at the ceiling. a kind of dazed, content expression on their face.

and then you say, "that's never happened to me before."

its like a shudder comes down - reality crashing back. they suddenly remember you're a fucking - virgin. and they dont get attached. fuck. especially too people they're working closely with. that familiar panic, panic at this becoming - a thing. they sit up.

"yeah, well. now we can put this - whatever the fuck it was - sexual tension, i guess, behind us. no more missteps."

you feel your heart crack a little. "um, jordan?"

they glance at you as they get their things, and its like weeks of progress has melted away. they're already on their phone, fingers flying across the screen. they shift back into their masc!form, running a hand through their hair as they stop beside you.

they look down at you, something like pity in their eyes, and it makes you sick.

"look freshie." they sigh, "dont make it a thing, okay? we got caught up, we fucked around to let off some steam, this kinda shit happens all the time. bright and early tomorrow, I'll see you then. dont be fucking late."

you try not to cry as you pack your things - alone in the studio. funny how you thought just thirty minutes ago - that you felt safe with them. now you'd been pricked by the thornes, and fuck, if the wound didn't hurt.

outside, jordan kicks over a trashcan. probably way too aggressively. they run both hands through their hair, and actually debate going back inside. taking it all back. because that had been something raw, and real, and vulnerable. but they dont. not for the first time, they harden their heart towards you, and vow to not get close enough to the flame to let it burn them again.

[6urin]

HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH! (≧◡≦)

Or in other words, reuniting with your first high school crush, Scaramouche, and ending up in his bed.

contains: f!afab!reader x scara, pussyjob, blowjob, fingering, praise, drunk sex, creampie

(* ^ ω ^) : minor writing smut !!

Scaramouche is commonly known as a nobody in college. People rarely acknowledge his presence because of his, "quick to be pissed off" personality. This has caused many to stay out of his way, except for Childe. He's your average jock, always throwing the hugest parties and pulling the finest women on campus.

These two are quite the polar opposites and because of it, the kind-hearted ginger is always trying to introduce Scaramouche to new opportunities.

"You know, you're super hot, Scara. I'm sure if you tried, all of the girls would be head over heels for you." Childe's words are slightly incoherent at some parts as he brushes his teeth, shamelessly standing in Scaramouche's room, dripping wet with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips.

Scaramouche doesn't look up from his phone from where he's sitting on his bed and mumbles, "I'm not a people pleaser like you, Childe." Childe frowns and states, "We could be the campus' power duo if you flaunted your ego more." He sighs before walking back to the washroom to spit in the sink and rinse out his mouth.

At that, Scaramouche fixes his back's posture from the slouching position. "What the hell is he on about," he thinks to himself, furrowing his brows together. It's true, that he has a big ego. But isn't that the reason why no one approaches him?

"It's because you're showing it off it in the wrong way," Childe says, as if reading his roommate's mind. This time, he enters the room with a white t-shirt and whale designed pajama shorts, ruffling a towel in his wet, orange hair while remaining eye contact.

Scaramouche scoffs and leans back into his bed, "And you're suddenly capable of giving me advice, why?" Childe waves it off with an eyeroll, "I'm just saying. You know, your ego is in the wrong place. It shouldn't be in your status, but rather your looks. Like I said, you're flaming hot!"

The cerulean haired male grimaces, "Your word choice is a little problematic, Childe." He removes one earphone from his ear in order to have a proper conversation.

Childe grins, "You need to take more pride in your appearance. You have a tongue piercing and multiple ear piercings; Do you know how many girls would die for a man like that?" He sits on the bed with Scaramouche, bouncing the mattress. "I'm hosting another party here tonight," Childe says, nudging at Scaramouche's arm.

"Aaand, instead of being locked up in your room, I'll try and hook you up with some girls." At his sudden offer, Scaramouche groans. "No. I'm not going to go through all of this just to boost my ego. I already have enough of my confidence as it is-"

Childe disrupts his sentence with a wail, "I'll even help you choose clothes! Just please, please, please?" He clasps his hands together and juts out his bottom lip. Scaramouche narrows his eyes in frustration. He scowls, "Fine! But if it gets boring, I'm going back to my room."

That's what led Scaramouche here, awkwardly standing while occupying himself with sipping on a red plastic cup filled to the brim with beer. Don't take this wrong, Childe did try, but he didn't try hard enough, since the second a pretty girl caught his eye, he immediately left Scaramouche to fend for himself in the middle of this ear-deafening party.

He swore, he could go blind from how bright and colorful the flashing lights were. Scaramouche just itched to go to his room, but he wanted to wait a little bit longer on Childe to return. His friend's return never happened. And so, losing a purpose to stay here any longer, he turns on his heel, bound to go back to his room.

However, someone by the entrance of the bedroom manages to get his attention. If it wasn't the one and only (Name). You're known as the campus princess with your charm and that damn fine appearance. God, who knows how many guys have managed to get in bed with you?

Scaramouche would be a little embarrassed to admit that yes, he has a crush on you. The only difference is, he's known you since high school, so it's not as weird as the other guys have it. The two of you were partnered up for the three legged race and even though you guys lost, you admitted that you had fun with him.

After that, you and him became fairly close, but just sort of drifted away when transitioning into college.

Ah, maybe this is his chance! He can finally make Childe proud with this...

"Hey, (Name). I didn't expect to see you here." Scaramouche rubs his neck, seemingly a little bit flustered. Where's that ego of his now? You look at him in surprise and smile, "Hi, Scara. We haven't been able to talk much, huh?" You glance down at your own cup of beer, moving it in a circular motion to watch the liquid swish.

Scaramouche fumbles with his words, "Right, um, how are you finding college?" He gives you a profound gaze. He realizes that you find it hard to keep eye contact, for some reason. "It's okay! Surely a lot more different from high school," you say, laughing.

Scaramouche doesn't mean to look, but it's hard to focus on your words when that shirt hugs your curves so perfectly and that skirt exposes so much of your thighs.

"Have you... gotten a girlfriend?"

Your inquiry catches him off guard. Scaramouche pauses before chuckling, "Ah, no. I've been more occupied with my studies rather than my love life," He deadpans at the sight of Childe making out with a random girl on the couch. "Unlike some people." The last part of his sentence makes you giggle, "I can see Childe's still the same."

Scaramouche hesitates before asking, "What about you? You got a boyfriend? With how much the campus talks about you-" You shake your head, "Mm-mm. No boyfriend." You tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ear and sheepishly say, "I don't like any of them, 'cept for one."

Scaramouche's interest is suddenly piqued. "Is that so? Who is he?" He knows it's a little brazen of him to ask like that, but the curiosity was gnawing away at him.

You take a sip from your cup and shrug, "Someone. I don't know if he likes me, so he's better off as a secret just in case I end up changing my mind." Scaramouche clicks his tongue inside his mouth. You're so obvious to him, it's adorable, really.

This is the most appropriate time to put that ego of his to use. He knows it's a big step and a rather huge assumption but at this point, he's confident about it.

"It's me, isn't it?" He does nothing but chuckle at your reddening complexion. Scaramouche tilts your chin upwards and smiles. "Drink the rest of that and you'll be fine with me." He nods his head towards the cup in your hold and your hands go clammy.

You do as he says and he does the same with his own drink. Scaramouche tosses the cups aside and pulls you into his bedroom.

You feel all of your senses overwhelm you the second he closes the door and has you against the wall, one of his arms securing your waist and his other hand holding your neck. He kisses you, slowly and passionately. You feel his teeth bite down into your bottom lip, emitting a soft gasp from you.

The more you two get into the kiss, the more you feel comfortable with finally putting your arms around his neck, grinding yourself against his body.

His room smells entirely of him and his scent is absolutely intoxicating. You still remember touching yourself back in your bedroom during your high school phase, thinking of Scaramouche's lithe fingers stretching you out instead of your own.

"Mmh, hah-" Your tongue barely manages to keep up with his, Scaramouche dominating the situation with how amazing his ability to kiss was. His tongue piercing constantly pokes at your tongue and you shiver at the feeling.

"You're so..." Scaramouche's breathy voice trails off as he flips up your skirt, pressing two fingertips against your clothed clit. You whimper from the action and the fabric dampens even more than before. Scaramouche slyly looks at you and removes his fingers. You dryly gulp in anticipation as he places you on his bed.

"So pretty," he breathes out, lips hovering over yours. You're thirsting for another kiss, but he simply hushes you and puts his fingers inside of your mouth. You diligently suck on them, eyes half-lidded and pupils heart shaped. Scaramouche mutters, "Just imagine if all of the guys you rejected could see you whoring yourself out for a simple no one..."

With his digits now covered in the slick of your mouth, he pulls your panties aside and thrusts three inside. During that whole moment, he never looked away from you. You loudly moan, the music and the chatter from outside surely drowning out your lewd noises. Scaramouche licks his lips and goes faster, your cunt clamping down on his fingers.

He lowly laughs, "Good girl, aren't you? Yeah, I'm sure you are." Your view goes hazy as you pant, "S-Scara...!" He curls his fingers, causing you to reach your high more earlier than expected of both you and him. Your white substances cover his hand and he sucks and licks at it, making sure to finish every single drop.

The next thing you know, you're getting pounded from the back with his cock driving into your dripping wet pussy. Your head rests on the pillow, drool wettening the case as you let out mewls and whines. "You're s-so big, Scara! Mngh, mmh!" Your manicured nails dig into the sheets, pussy tightening as Scaramouche moans.

"Yeah, baby doll? Gotta fuck you 'til the break of day." He rubs your clit at a fast pace, drawing you nearer to your high. "Ahn! Scara, mm, I'm gonna' cum!" You whimper out, "Fuck! Mmh!" With one more harsh thrust, the blunt head of his cock plunging straight onto your cervix, you splatter cum all over his pelvis.

Scaramouche's mouth falls agape at the sight of you squirting and he instantly shoots thick, white ropes of seed into your womb. He gives a few shallow thrusts before starting up his previous pace once more. Sounds of soft slapping fills the room along with your heavenly moans and squeals.

At some point, he orders you to turn on your back. You obey and his cock stiffens at your appearance. Your gorgeous lipstick now smudged, clothes all crumpled, tears peeking at your eyes and your cunt...

He watches his sperm leak and pump out of your glistening folds, tucking his bottom lip beneath his teeth at the sinful sight. You rub your thighs together and murmur, "Scara, this is so embarrassing..." Scaramouche gets on top of you and places an open mouthed kiss on your lips, which you reciprocate.

"Embarrassing? No, baby, you're so pretty," he sighs, readying his tip at your leaking hole once more. Sinking inside you, he starts plummeting more vigorously than before, as he gets more turned on when seeing your expressions. You attempt to cover your mouth with the back of your hand to lessen your humiliation, but he manages to put it aside and lean down to kiss your neck.

You re-adjust your legs around his waist, whining as he bites at the sensitive skin of your collarbone, placing numerous hickeys and love bites. It adds to the vulgar pleasure and you realize, you would've never imagined getting fucked raw by your high school crush.

The slippery walls of your cunt start to spasm and you arch your back, crying out, "Scara! Oh, m-hah!" Scaramouche moans and murmurs profanities when your cunt clenches so tight, making him meet his own climax. He pulls out his cock, watching his cum overflow from your pussy.

Scaramouche cups the side of your face and slots his lips into yours. Your cheeks go into a tinted pink when you carefully let your fingers run through his hair. Strands of cerulean frame his pretty face and you feel as though you just got creampied by the most attractive and kindest guy on campus.

And he ends up staying true to his promise, fucking you until daybreak.

You buck your hips forward as he sloppily eats out your cunt. His nose continues to bump onto your clit and you furrow your eyebrows, moaning. His tongue is simply a work of art, the pink muscle entirely inside of you, making you feel the most amazing pleasures ever.

You say multiple praises to him mixed with your own whimpers of his name, your hands messing up his hair with how much you've been holding onto it. It's around twelve in the morning, but the party hasn't settled down at all. You're surprised no one has left yet at this time, though it's expected since exam season ended.

His head is beneath your skirt, though he could care less. All he knows is that he's eating out his first love and each sound that left your throat is simply music to his ears. Scaramouche sucks and licks through your folds, desperately moaning for more than just one taste.

He didn't want this night to end.

The following morning, Childe is completely disoriented and hungover. The only thing that brought him back to his senses was the scene of a girl sucking on his roommate's cock.

"A-Ah... that's it, (Name)..."

The ginger swore he was hearing things. Childe blinks a few times and rubs his eyes before slapping himself in the face. He sits up from the couch and yawns. "Shit, my head. Scaramouche!" He shouts out once more, "Scara, can you make me some of your hangover soup!?"

Noticing the door to Scaramouche's room is slightly open, he pushes it without hesitating. It's just another average Sunday, right?

Childe's eyes widen as he tries taking everything in altogether. There, kneeling on the floor in between his roommate's legs as Scaramouche is sitting on his bed with a hand gripping your hair, is none other than you, of course.

You whine around his dick and lower your head to welcome more of his length into your throat, the vibrations emitting a groan from Scaramouche. Scaramouche's lips are agape as he mutters, "Good girl, good girl... fuck..."

Childe carefully backs away and closes the door after himself. Apparently, Scaramouche wasn't the only one who had a good time at the party.

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[Old]Fujin x Reader(Christmas Special 2020)

Tumblr A/N: The beginning of my simping journey of Fujin lol

This was actually a dream I had.

But pov: You're a mortal who got expelled from working under Kronika, for some random reason. Now you were alone, pissed off and upset. (I'm trying to make the dream make more sense) ----------------------------- Awaking from falling in a dream, your head was trying to process your surroundings and your existence. But then you unfortunately succeeded in remembering.

Kronika dismissed you from working under her, for some reason you couldn't remember. Hell, it was probably a pathetic excuse just to send you away.

At least a few of your comrades were against the idea, but it's Kronika, the Timekeeper. You knew that you were working on the villain side. But, not for the powers you've received, or the new timeline. The comrades you worked with were important to you than anyone would think.

Of course, you never showed it. Apart from Cetrion, because...anyone could have an emotional connection with her. Let's be real.

But now, you'll possibly will never see her again. Not anyone. That feeling was colder than the heavy snowstorm outside your shelter, which was a small cave.

It was day, but the sun was useless for the temperature. You only had a small, old blanket as your warmth. Maybe that was considered your Christmas present, acknowledging the fact that the current day is the 'special' day.

You knew it wasn't about the gifts, or decorations. It was about the people you cared about. You never known your real family, and you were very recently expelled from seeing your comrades. Merry Christmas to me. Guess this is karma for the evil deeds I did. Just for my own benefit.

You shut your eyes again, resting your back against the cave wall. You weren't too tired, but you wanted to go back to sleep to avoid reality.

Some sort of wind blew against you, mostly to the side. It was noticeable how the wind wasn't as cold as the normal wind. You thought how strange it was, but you slowly came to realization when someone was sitting next to you.

You didn't move, but your eyes looked to the side to see a certain man, with a long, gray braid sitting beside you, same position you're in. You didn't panick, but you only stared at him.

It was none other than the Wind God, supposedly an enemy. You no longer considered him as one, as you no longer serve Kronika, but why was he here? Is this a way of mocking you?

"What are you doing?" You asked, half amused, and half annoyed. "Sitting with a human." Fujin responded, also with an amused voice.

"Very funny. You found out I became a normal mortal, and you just had to rub it in my face." You rolled your eyes. "It's no surprise you're still naive." Fujin smirked.

"Well, what do you want? Don't you have your godly duties? Isn't your brother suppose to be bossing you around?" Your patience was draining.

"No. Today, is what your kind calls 'Christmas'. I'm here because you're alone." Fujin explained. Your eye twitched. "We're enemies, Fujin." You bluntly said.

"Is that confirmed by you? Or by Kronika?" As much as that was a great point made, you really didn't want to be bothered. "Just go away. Please."

"This cave isn't too great to be sheltered in. If you stay here, you'll freeze to death." Fujin warned, changing the conversation. "I really couldn't care less about dying. Now, do what I said." You begged impatiently.

"I'm afraid I won't be going anywhere at this time." Of course you wouldn't. "Why do you care so much? I expected you to want to punish me after all I did! But you're over here just...being here!"

"Y/n, I know why you fought on Kronika's side. It wasn't for the power. It was something more meaningful. And I understand what it is." Fujin's pale eyes gazed in yours.

You felt a bit more calm after his words. But since you were in such a condition, you kept the same tone. "Fine. You can stay." You bowed your head. "But I'm just going to get rest, so you can leave whenever." You warned. Fujin smiled at you, as you began to curl up in a comfortable position.

As your mind travelled from Earth, Fujin took ahold of you into his arms, providing you more warmth.

"Merry Christmas, Y/n." ----------------------------- In my dream, I was in the cave being cold af, Fujin was beside me, cheering me up for some reason, and when I closed my eyes I felt his arm around me.

Dreams are weird.

[liaarxse]

Mornings with you are my favorite pt.1

Summary: Just a morning with your boyfriend

Characters: Nahoya Kawata

Warnings: a teenie weenie bit of angst, fluff

A/n: I love calling people "sunshine" its just my go-to nickname. Also, I've been learning a lullaby to sing to my baby sister, and I thought about this

Yes, I adore the twins shut up <3

Okay, let me chill out on the crack

Nahoya is, well, reckless

Constantly getting into fights

Nerves through the roof

But at the end of the day, he's just a teenage boy, you know?

All these battles have brought him constant nightmares. Will it be a dream about himself getting hurt, Toman, Souya

But he had never dreamt about you in that perspective

And it was terrifying

He swore he just collapsed in your arms, exhausted from the long night, and now you're laying there on the side with a busted skull?

Luckily, you were still awake then, scrolling on your phone when he started slightly moving in his sleep

Then you noticed his expression had changed

His eyebrows were furrowed, grimacing

You realized he was probably having a nightmare and took matters into your own hands

You left your phone on the nightstand and gently brought him closer, placing an arm around his shoulders. Your hand found its way to his curls. He once told you that he liked it when you played with his hair since it calmed him down. You placed your free hand on his back, gliding your fingers up and down it.

You saw that nothing was working, and he was just tensing up more. He had more of a pissed off face than a sad one.

You thought for a moment before coming up with an idea.

You started singing a lullaby your grandma used to sing to you when you were little

Very gently rocking both of you left and right, you continued singing in a quiet voice.

I swear it took you only 15 seconds to see a change

Was it your touch? Your voice? Or just your presence?

It doesn't matter

There was no longer a frown on your boyfriends face, just a small smile.

He pulled you a bit closer in his sleep, which made him even calmer

You don't know what he had a dream about and you didn't plan to ask him in fear you'll trigger something

Nahoya wasn't one to show signs of weakness, nor sadness, so it must've been a really bad experience

You noticed him grimacing again

You sang your lullaby to him and it was all gone

And that repeated

5 times that night

You were drained. You loved him to bits and would go to the end for that boy, but you really needed sleep

You just couldn't bring yourself to do so. What if he had another unpleasant moment while sleeping? What if it was worse than the rest? What if it causes him trauma?

That obviously wouldn't happen

But you were worried

So you just stayed up until dusk

That's when he woke up

You didn't notice at first since your eyes were literally at the back of your head at this point, trying to block all light while staying awake

"...babe?" You didn't hear him but felt something move, so you looked down and met with your boyfriends happy little face. There was still a hint of sleepiness in his features, as well as his raspy voice. You were frankly quite started, swearing that 10 seconds ago, he was dead asleep. Not anymore, apparently.

You just gave him a gentle smile. Not that you didn't want to do more. You just didn't have the power. It was like someone grabbed and squeezed you like a sponge.

"You okay?" He looked at you, chuckling. "You look horrible." You almost threw him out of the bed. Not only was he the reason for your current state, but now he has the audacity to claim you look bad?

Apparently, he has some superpowers since he instantly laughed and apologized as if you really said your thoughts out loud. "I'm kiddin', babe. I'm kiddin'!"

You flicked his forehead.

Nahoya just saw how you were barely staying awake and quickly switched the positions you were both in. You weren't going to lie. This felt way better.

You didn't even ask. He just started to tell you about his dream. Apparently, you got mixed with a member from Toman in a battle and got seriously injured by the opposing gang and passed out, but miraculously woke up on your own. Then they took you to the hospital, where they got you into the emergency room. A doctor came out and told them that there were some kind of problems and it would be a difficult procedure. Again, not too long after that, the same doctor had returned with a smile on his face, claiming it was just a minor inconvenience, and you could be taken home.

You kept in a chuckle. It was such a cliché trope. He noticed your little smirk and pinched your shoulder before smiling to himself and continuing the story.

In the end, it turns out he had 3 bad moments in his sleep, the last being you falling on your face in front of him.

Finally, it was quiet. His body warmth was quickly sending you to sleep when you felt his chest vibrate. He was humming. You smiled to yourself, listening to his little song.

You didn't pay much attention to his words, nor the humming. Sleep was overcoming you when the realization hit.

The words...

"The last one was you just faceplanting on the pavement..! That makes like what... three bad moments? Hahaha!

The song... your lullaby...

Oh that cheeky motherfucker. He had been awake for half of the time you spent calming him down. He was pretending!

You raised yourself a bit to look at him in the eyes. A dumbfounded expression was plastered on your face.

He probably realized he got caught and started laughing when he met with your face. You were too tired to deal with his bullshit, so you purposely dropped on his chest, earning a groan from him and a snicker from you.

"I deserved that, didn't I?" He let out a quiet laugh.

"Yeah, you did."

Nahoya was annoying, to say the least. He has his serious downs, and we just can't ignore them, even if we want to.

But everyone has them, right?

His pros overpower his cons, though. All the things he does are to protect you. Maybe he's annoying, maybe sometimes he gets seriously on your nerves and you feel like you have a friend instead of a lover, but that's just how he shows his love and appreciation.

Don't tell him you feel that way. He'll break into pieces. He tries. He really does. Maybe he's not as affectionate as his brother. He's not as gentle or quiet. But he means no harm, not to you. Never.

All the teasing and jokes, the mocking and laughing, all of the rougher touches, which linger on your skin for a bit too long.

It's love. Nothing but pure love towards his girl.

Nahoya is aware of everything. I'd be lying to you if I say he's never had a second thought about your relationship. Not that he doesn't love you, no. He adores you. But because he feels like he isn't acting properly, like a boyfriend should. Like he doesn't deserve the title. The number of times he's tried to talk about it with you is uncountable. But when your expression instantly turns into a soft one, a smile quickly appearing just for him. How could he?

Your boyfriend is selfish when it comes to you. He doesn't want you looking at anyone besides him like that.

Maybe he doesn't deserve your kindness, your patience, your gentleness, your smile, your looks, your personality, your... everything. But nobody does. And it's better him than some "lowlife punk."

You felt his embrace get a little tighter, continuing to hum your sweet little lullaby.

It was just for him. Nobody else. You were just for him, nobody else.

Lifting your head a bit from its place, giving him a quick closed-eye kiss on the jawline, you dropped back, instantly going to sleep.

The morning sunlight entered the room through the blinds, lighting it up, turning it a warm golden color.

Nahoya doesn't pray, but at that moment, he just laid his head back, stopped his humming, and with one of his wide grins, he just thanked whoever was listening above for the gift. You.

You slightly started squirming, making him giggle as he continued the lullaby. It was only fair after a long night you to have a rest too. He was wide awake, so if it meant staying in this position for hours, he'll gladly take on the challenge.

He noticed you smile in your sleep, making his smile even wider before it turned into a small, genuine one. He slightly opened his eyes, moving a strand of hair from your face and closing them back again.

It was life you felt that, since your smile just grew a bit wider.

"Heyyy, are you awake?" He very gently shaked you. Not enough to wake you up (if you were really sleeping), but enough to grab your attention if you were awake. You weren't.

Nahoya just laid there, admiring everything about you. He remembered how you call him "sunshine" as a nickname from time to time.

"Sunshine, bring me a pen, please."

"Sunshine, your meeting is in 15 minutes!"

"You're an ass, sunshine."

"Sunshine..."

"Sunshine..."

"Sunshine..."

"Hah... you're something else, aren't ya', peaches?"

He doesn't even know why he chose "peaches" as your nickname. It just came to him like that, but he liked it.

This morning was a rare occasion for both of you. Your parents wouldn't let you sleep over at your boyfriend's house, since... you're teenagers, and teenagers are horny. No matter how many times you've told them, you'll never do it before 18 they just don't listen. This week, they had to travel to a distant relative, and since you don't even know them, you were allowed to stay home.

So you took the opportunity to spend at least one night and morning with your boyfriend.

Let's say you'll be pleading to your parents to let you spend a night at his. If needed, he'll come to your house! You barely convinced them that he was a good person since his alias was all over Tokyo, a bad reputation behind his back. But the amount of times he's shown that he doesn't have any bad intentions towards you made them a bit less skeptical.

That's how mornings with Nahoya go. Nothing more, nothing less. And it's perfect for both of you.

After you wake up, things will go back to normal. Nahoya will be Nahoya, you will be you, sending all kinds of bullshit towards each other, but all filled with an obscene amount of love. Every asshole, bitch, scum, insult, every punch, every tease, as I said earlier doesn't have a pinch of hate in it. Just jokes.

He'll be forever grateful you never take his words or hits to heart and return them with a silly grin and some half-ass reply.

At the end of the day, all moments with him are special, so treasure them. But maybe treasure the mornings a bit more.

[moon-spirit-yue]

Fought for me

Chapter 9: I'll Get To You Somehow

(You thought this was a story about Raya and Namaari's relationship? No, it's a story about Raya and Charanya being besties. This is honestly a filler chapter more than anything. Okay but I promise we get a good Namaari scene and she'll be more prevalent in the next chapter. She'll show up more in the next chapter. Anyways, hope you enjoy!)

Being Charanya's best friend is taking ten years off Raya's lifespan. Sure, rebuilding Heart and working with the other lands to achieve peace is stressful, but making sure Charanya stays out of trouble?

Practically impossible.

The first major issue Raya encountered with Charanya was her interactions with those in charge of agriculture in Heart a couple weeks ago. A few noble families from Heart own the farms and are in charge of harvesting food each season. Though there isn't really any explicit rule book for how each farm operates, the other noble families all unofficially chose Niran as their leader.

Quite the burly alpha man, Niran always seemed to know exactly what to do in order to get the best crops possible. Everyone else followed his orders to produce the best results.

That is, until the Druun hit.

Like most other Heart civilians, Niran was one of the first people to get turned to stone. He's no longer familiar with the way the soil works or the best area for water quality.

Six years was plenty of time to drastically change how the agriculture of Heart needed to run. The only person that's been harvesting anything from Heart in the past six years is Charanya. That means that now everyone now looks to her for guidance instead of Niran.

And boy is he pissed about it.

Raya suspects that it's mainly because Niran feels usurped from his original position of power. She's positive he got a kick out of everyone coming to him for help. Seeing people shift their focus from him to Charanya was definitely a blow to his ego.

The Heart princess is also rather aware of the fact that Niran holds traditional views. Also known as alphas are leaders, betas are meant to be subservient, and omegas need to stay at home to make babies. Just bigoted viewpoints that suppress everyone. Awesome.

While these stereotypes aren't even half as enforced as they were in the past, a small chunk continued to hold onto these views. Many people in this group are part of the nobility all throughout Kumandra. Niran is one of these people. He sees Charanya, an omega, leading the people in changing how their harvesting is done as a huge slap in the face.

In the first couple weeks during the rebuilding, Charanya and Niran were constantly at war with how they were supposed to grow plants and where to do it. Niran was trying to go with the way everything was done before the Druun while Charanya knew the current way of handling things.

Pretty much every time the two interact, they end up in a screaming match. Niran screams because he isn't being obeyed and Charanya screams because she isn't being heard.

Raya doesn't like Niran in the slightest.

"Okay seriously, how many fucking times do we have to go over this? Do I need to dumb it down for you? Soil by the orchids bad, soil by the river good!" Charanya drawled like she was speaking to a toddler.

Honestly, she was.

"You have no idea what the hell you're talking about! And quit talking to me like I'm a child!" Niran snapped back

"I'm responding accordingly. If I talk to you like you're a kid, it's because you act like one. You're too old and ugly to be a kid so how about start acting like an adult, yeah?" Charanya mocked.

Now Niran's just going on full blown tirade about how Charanya should respect him and his position as an alpha. The people around them were at a loss for what to do.

Raya felt her eye twitch involuntarily. She's not dealing with this anymore. Clearly, Aulia shared her mother's sentiment because she's frowning in Niran and Charanya's direction. Raya decided to pull out the big guns.

She's tattling to her father.

The sight of Raya immediately caused Benja to groan.

"Do not tell me-" Benja began.

"Yes," Raya bluntly stated.

Benja let out a string of curses before following Raya's footsteps. People had been complaining to Benja over the Charanya Niran disputes and it's driving him nuts. No matter how many private talks with Niran he's had, the man refuses to change. Time for public humiliation.

The Chief of Heart may be using a crutch to walk around, but he is a man that commands respect no matter where he goes. When he approached the squabbling duo, they both immediately shut up.

Raya tried to hide her satisfaction as Benja laid in on Niran. There haven't been any public incidents with Niran after that, but Raya sees the look of utter rage in his eyes when he sees Charanya. She made a note to keep an eye on him.

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The second issue with Charanya, while very minor compared to the others, is the fact that her and Namaari are constantly at odds. Granted, Raya and Tien are very clearly not buddy buddy, but they make it less obvious.

Raya hadn't expected the four of them to end up constantly spending time together, but allegedly that's what teenagers do so she's rolling with it.

It honestly surprises Raya how often Tien and Namaari are in Heart. Ever since the Druun were vanquished, the two Fang alphas have only left Heart twice. And even then, it only lasted for a few days. Many people from all lands have been very active in helping rebuild Heart as a way to show support but man, the people Fang are seriously sticking around.

Both Namaari and Tien thought it'd be a good idea to hang around the serlots for the afternoon. Both Raya and Charanya are incredibly weary of the overgrown felines, especially because of the fact that Aulia's with them. Charanya insisted on holding the baby due to the fact that they haven't had much bonding time lately. (They literally spent all of yesterday attached at the hip.)

So, there Raya stood, constantly eyeing the animals that spent a couple years chasing her. Awesome. Well, the trip wasn't a total waste because Aulia seemed fascinated by the large beasts. She kept reaching out to the cats and staring at them with great interest.

"You know we can let her touch the serlots, right?" Namaari asked.

"Excuse me?" both Heart omegas asked at the same time.

"That was kind of creepy. But yeah, Aulia seems to really like the serlots so I just figured I should mention it'd be totally safe for her to touch and interact with the serlots," Namaari explained.

Before Raya could say 'you lost your damn mind', Charanya spoke for her.

"Uh, think with whatever's left of your brain please. Do you see that jaw? That creature could swallow my goddaughter whole. One gulp and the heir to the Heart throne is gone," Charanya scoffed.

"Okay, that's dramatic-," Namaari began.

"No no, she's got a point. I refuse to subject myself to childbirth again, that's the only heir Heart's getting," Raya bluntly stated while pointing at Aulia.

"The serlots are incredibly docile, they know not to attack unless we tell them to," Tien attempted to reassure them.

"What part of 'swallowed with one gulp' are you people not getting?! And the teeth??" Charanya exclaimed.

"This is why you're her godmother," Raya told her.

"I know right? We're so in sync!" the shorter girl smiled.

"Do you honestly think I'd do something to hurt Aulia?" Namaari asked.

Well now Raya felt a little bad with how sincere she is. She was about to respond but yet again, Charanya beat her to the punch.

"Who knows what goes on in your brain knot head?" Charanya huffed.

Raya snorted and quickly closed her mother after seeing Namaari give her a pointed glare.

"You're one to talk, no?" Namaari huffed.

"What-" Charanya mumbled before wincing in pain as Aulia tugged on her hair.

"I will allow thirty seconds of serlot interaction and if I get even one indication of hostile behavior, I'm putting the beast down," Raya conceded.

Raya figured having her daughter interact with other living beings would be good for development. Charanya did not seem pleased with the verdict, but relented. She kissed Aulia on her forehead and handed her to Namaari.

"I swear if anything happens to her, I'm going to burn you alive," the Heart woman scowled.

"Charanya, that's treason," Tien bluntly stated.

"But is it treason if I don't get caught?" Charanya asked innocently.

"Yes! Yes it is!" Namaari yelled.

Raya's not even surprised anymore. Those two can't have a conversation, or participate in the same conversation, without them bickering. But, at the end of the day, Charanya and Namaari never actually go too far with their bickering, so Raya supposes it's harmless. For now at least.

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Now, the third incident is just downright hilarious and happened the day after her little spat with Namaari.

"Raya, stop this. Stop this right fucking now," Charanya hissed as she stared at a sight that would likely haunt her for years.

"I truly don't know if I can," Raya said as she tried containing her laughter.

Right in front of their very eyes was Chief Virana of Fang very obviously hitting on Kim, Chranaya's beloved grandmother. Aulia was being held by Kim and that baby is having the time of her life with those two.

"Grandma is like, elderly! Isn't she too old for the chief?" Charanya whispered in pure frustration.

"I mean, chief's like forty-five. Grandma's been stone for six years so she hasn't aged. She's still fifty. I'm sorry to tell you this, but a five year age gap is perfectly acceptable," Raya grinned.

"No. This will not happen. I will fake a heart attack if this goes on for even a moment longer," Charanya hissed.

"Oh come on, Ranya! Open your mind! If Grandma and the Chief get married, you and Aulia would be cousins! We could be a true family!" Raya grinned as Charanya's face was filled with terror.

"That would make Namaari my aunt! In what universe is that acceptable?!" Charanya hissed.

"Apparently this one," Raya said, getting more and more amused by the minute.

The Heart princess had to admit, it was odd to see Kim get so flustered while being hit on. Growing up, Raya wanted to be Kim. Despite her omega status, she had even the mightiest alphas shaking in their boots.

She was a rather tall woman with sharp features that made her look as stern as she acted. Not a whole lot of alphas approached her after the death of her husband. It wasn't like it's because of the fact that she wasn't pretty, because she is. Instead, she was never approached because Kim was incredibly intimidating and frightened the living hell out of most people.

Raya supposes that if there was one person in all of Kumandra that wouldn't get scared off, it'd be the alpha chief of Fang. It honestly made perfect sense.

"No. I just- no. Raya, start a diversion. Make it stop, I am begging you," Charanya frowned.

"Okay, is it really that bad? Grandma's fine-" the Heart princess began but was quickly cut off.

"Uh, she is an omega that is a chef while Virana is an alpha and a fucking chief! If, in some horrible reality, they end up courting, you know who's gonna suffer most if things go bad?" Charanya snapped.

Raya sighed and tried to think through her words carefully. The shorter omega is very protective of her family. It's been prominent even before the Druun's appearance. With how her parent's relationship ended due to her father taking everything and leaving her mother nothing, it makes sense how weary Charanya is of alphas. Especially those that could have romantic intentions with her family.

"Virana's not your father. The only person that is your father is, well, your father," Raya gently reminded her.

"Doesn't mean there aren't tons of people like him that will make an omega fall in love only to screw them over," Charanya scowled.

"True, but Kim's an adult. If Virana's being serious and Grandma's interested, you know you have no right to stop her," Raya told her.

"Oh go to hell with your completely reasonable thoughts. I want to be insane and bitter," Charanya pouted.

"I want to be insane and bitter too. As long as we do it from a distance and don't interfere," Raya smiled.

"Fine. It's too sunny out here anyways," Charanya sighed.

"I'll grab Aulia," Raya said as she squeezed Charanya's shoulder.

The taller omega also sighed, but it was out of relief. Now that Raya successfully talked Charanya out of doing something drastic, maybe they could just take some time to relax.

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The fourth issue that takes the cake is what Raya is currently dealing with.

Raya had a late meeting with chiefs from the other lands that ran well past sundown. Though long, it ended up being much more productive than she had hoped. Namaari was originally going to join her for dinner but ended up having more paperwork than she anticipated. Raya told her she'd meet up with her after a quick walk, she really needed fresh air.

Namaari was willing to watch Aulia while the Heart princess went outside, which was honestly very helpful. She totally lost the baby sling she'd been using so it'd be a tad difficult to walk around fully supporting her baby.

Raya was able to peacefully roam the village outside the palace for a few minutes before she caught sight of Charanya. When Raya got closer, she found Charanya talking to another person. Upon even closer inspection the person seemed to be a beta woman from Tail who was very upset.

"-look, I have no clue who your husband was screwing. That was long after my time. Divorce the bastard or stay with him, I don't care, but don't drag me into your shitty relationship," Charanya hissed.

Raya immediately walked closer because she couldn't hear what the beta woman was telling her friend. Then she saw the beta pull something out of her pocket and it was a fucking knife! If she was going to save Charanya, she needed to be fast.

The Heart princess gripped the knife and quietly rushed over to the duo. Charanya was pinned against a wall just staring at the knife in front of her. If she saw Raya, she didn't make any indications.

Raya got close enough to press her own knife right against the Tail woman's neck. Whatever words she was telling Charanya died in throat upon feeling the blade press against her skin.

"Drop the knife or I swear on every dragon alive I plunge this in your neck," Raya seethed.

At once, the Tail woman dropped said knife.

"Run," Raya hissed.

The tail woman did not need to be told twice. She turned around and sprinted away from the scene. Sighs of relief were exhaled by both omegas.

"Thanks for the assist," Charanya gulped.

"Who the hell was that? What's her deal with you?" Raya frowned.

"Long story short, her husband ended up going to the brothel in Talon. Guess he was hooking up with Samorn. She wanted me to tell her where Samorn is, likely to beat her ass. I honestly have zero clue where she is, but she didn't believe me," Charanya sighed.

"That's psychotic!"

"Only a lot. It's kind of hilarious how I wasn't even a sex worker and that damn brothel keeps on coming to bite me in the ass."

"What do you mean keeps on coming?"

Charanya didn't answer. Raya gasped when she connected the dots. This has happened before.

"Exactly how many other times have you been confronted because of cheating spouses?" the Heart princess asked.

"It was only like, one other time!"

"Charanya."

"Two times?"

"Cha. Ray. Na."

"Okay fine, six times."

"SIX FUCKING TIMES-"

"Okay pause! The other times were just them bitching at me and then they would leave! I swear on my life no one has ever pulled a knife on me before or got physical in any way! If it had gone that far I definitely would have told you!"

Raya sighed in relief at hearing that at least Charanya's life wasn't in constant danger. But even so, what a fucking binturi!

"Why would you not tell me anyway? I'm your best friend! You're the godmother of my baby!" Raya asked sadly.

"You have enough on your plate. I really thought if I just told them to buzz off they'd all get the message that I'm not a snitch. I realize I went about it the wrong way, and I'm sorry, but I really just didn't want to make your life any harder than it has to be," Charanaya sighed.

Raya simply wrapped Charanya up in a hug and rested her chin on top of the shorter woman's head. Her friend immediately returned the embrace.

"Please, I already know you're a total pain. May as well tell me about it," Raya joked.

"Stop ruining our moment," Charanya giggled.

They stayed like that for a moment before deciding to turn in for the night.

"Do Ma and Grandma know about this?" Raya asked as they made their way back to Heart's palace.

"Ma does, but only because she actually caught us talking. We decided to keep it from grandma for now. You know how she is," Charanya shrugged.

Yeah. Raya knows very well how Kim is. The woman is ruthless.

"Completely understandable," Raya nodded.

The two bid each other after a couple more minutes of walking to the palace. Raya mentally groaned upon remembering she had to do more paperwork and help Namaari with hers. Why does she have to do things? Life is lame.

The Heart omega had told Namaari she could get a head start in Raya's room since she had Aulia. That baby loved her room for whatever reason.

Raya opened the door to see Aulia giggling as Namaari played peek a boo with her. Raya smirked. There's no way Namaari got any work done whatsoever.

"How've you two been?" Raya asked in pure amusement.

"We've been good. She's very entertaining," Namaari smiled.

"Yeah. And uh, what about that head start on the paperwork you were talking about?" Raya smugly asked.

Namaari looked at the stack of papers beside her, completely untouched.

"I had priorities, Raya," Namaari said, gesturing to Aulia.

There was something about Namaari calling her daughter a priority that really made Raya want to make out with her. Her stupid inner omega's prancing around at the idea. She really hates instinct.

"Well, priorities must now shift if we ever want to get this stuff done. Say bye bye to Princess Undercut, Starlight," Raya told her baby.

Namaari and Aulia had the same pout as they were separated, which was honestly kind of funny and concerning. It's not even like Aulia's going that far. She's just going from Namaari's arms to her crib a couple feet away from Raya's bed.

"Did you just refer to me as Princess Undercut to your baby?" Namaari frowned.

"It's called respect, Namaari. She had to use your official title," Raya grinned.

"As if, you have no respect for me," Namaari scoffed.

"I think I'd start getting some if you didn't get distracted by a baby when you had actual princess responsibilities," Raya smirked.

"Uh, is it my fault she's so cute?" namaari asked.

Kinda.

"You have zero self control," the Heart woman laughed.

"Just look at your stupid papers already," Namaari huffed.

Raya figured she poked enough fun at the alpha so work they did. Time flew by much faster than she had anticipated. Paperwork was such a damn chore, but doing it with Namaadri made it less so. By the time they were finished, it was beyond the middle of the night.

"Toi, I'm exhausted. I don't think I can stand up," Namaari whispered, mindful of the fact that Aulia is fast asleep.

"You can stay if you want. Bed's big enough for two," Raya blurted without thinking.

Ah yes. Invite the alpha you had a child with and that you're crushing on into your bed. That makes so much sense Raya. Look at you go with your critical thinking skills.

"If you're just being polite tell me now because I am genuinely going to take you up on that offer," Namaari mumbled while tiredly rubbing her eyes.

Is Raya truly this stupid?

"I feel like if you tried walking to your room, you'd pass out in the hallway. We can both sleep in the bed without going anywhere near each other. That thing can fit like seven people minimum," the Heart woman joked.

Yes. Raya is this stupid.

"In that case, I'm going to bed roomie," Namaari yawned.

The Fang princess tiredly shuffled to the bed and face planted on it. After a couple moments of awkward shuffling, Namaari managed to curl up under the covers.

Raya stood up and peered down at Aulia one last time to make sure she was still asleep. Seeing her out like a light, Raya crawled into bed.

"If you're a blanket hog, I'm kicking you out," Raya yawned.

"Don't even start," Namaari huffed.

"Goodnight, Namaari."

"Night, dep la."

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When Aulia woke up Raya with her loud shrieks of baby rage, it was still dark outside. It felt like Raya didn't sleep a wink. Damn it.

The Heart woman started opening her eyes only to see Namaari already tending to Aulia. Namaari picked the baby up and began to softly ask what's wrong.

"She probably needs a diaper change. It's around this time," Raya yawned.

"Alright. I can do it if you want me to, I've done it before. I know some people have thing about it though so I can also slide over the table and a new diaper to you," Namaari offered.

Wow. She's willing to change the baby of her own free will. Each day that goes by, Raya feels more and more evil over keeping Aulia's parentage a secret.

But that's not a conversation for right now!

Right now, Raya would be taking what she could get.

"By all means, by my guest. Diapers are in the cabinet next to the crib," Raya mumbled.

Namaari didn't respond but Raya could hear the cabinet door open and shut. Aulia seemed much less fussy now that she was being attended to, which is always a plus.

"I hope she bites you when you change her," Raya bluntly stated.

"I am changing your baby's diaper of my own volition and this is how you talk to me? That's fucked up, Raya," Namaari huffed.

The Heart princess merely laughed. She had closed her eyes again once Namaari stated she'd deal with the diaper change so she couldn't exactly see the two of them. That's why she's unable to picture Aulia's little teeth digging into Namaari's skin as she bit her.

The Fang woman cursed at being bit. Raya knew exactly what was happening and laughed even more.

"I bet she's only doing it to follow your bad influence," Namaari huffed.

"Bring her to me. I want to encourage this behavior," Raya smiled and stretched her arms.

"You want me to give you your baby so that you two can conspire against me?"

"Yeah."

".........you're the worst."

With that, Namaari handed Aulia over to Raya. The Heart princess smiled at her happy, clean baby. She gave her daughter a small kiss on the cheek.

"So you remember how you bit Undercut when she changed you? I want you to do that all the time whenever you see her," Raya loudly whispered.

Namaari yelled out an indignant 'hey', but that was unimportant.

Aulia giggled and leaned down to nuzzle her face in Raya's neck. Ugh, she's so damn cute when she's asleep. She is one cuddly baby when she's just woken up.

"How is it even possible to be that cute?" Namaari quietly asked.

"I have no idea. She doesn't even try," Raya smiled.

The Fang woman sat next to the two Heart omegas and gently tapped Aulia's hand.

"Just putting it out there, my name is Namaari. Not Undercut. Namaari. Do you understand this Aulia?" Namaari asked.

"Your name is Undercut if I say your name is undercut," Raya scoffed.

"You're so lucky the baby's in between us or I'd put you in a headlock right now."

"As if, binturi."

"I'm no binturi, binturi."

"If someone had to draw a picture of the word binturi, they'd have to draw your stupid face."

"My face is not stupid-"

Before the two adults in the room could finish their petty argument, Aulia let out a big yawn. Then the baby gave them a little glare that they just couldn't take seriously due to how cute she is.

"Is this her way of telling us to shut the hell up?" Namaari asked.

"Looks like it," Raya mused.

"Alright, back to bed you go," Namaari sighed.

The Fang woman picked up Aulia, who's already drifting off to sleep, and placed her on her crib.

"Need anything while I'm up?" Namaari whispered.

"I'm good. Thanks though," Raya replied.

Namaari hummed in acknowledgement then got back into the bed.

"Night Undercut."

"You're so annoying."

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Raya woke up to the sound of the door opening and Charanya's alarmingly loud voice for the morning.

"Wake up Sunshine, Ba wants us-" Charanya started.

At once, Charanya slammed the door shut. Raya got confused as to why she'd leave so abruptly, but then she realized the state she was in.

After fully opening her eyes, the Heart princess could see that she's practically lying on top of Namaari who just so happened to be wide awake. Raya knew exactly what this looked like.

She quickly scrambled off the other woman and began mentally cursing herself for letting the other woman sleep over. It's like she's a glutton for punishment.

"Hold on! We didn't have sex!" Raya yelled despite the fact that Charanya was likely long gone at this point.

"Not this time anyway," Namaari mumbled tiredly.

Raya's jaw dropped. Huh, so they could joke about it now. They had to be a good sign right?

.......right?

In order to address the comment, Raya grabbed the pillow behind her and smacked Namaari with it. The Fang alpha merely laughed.

"You're so stupid," Raya snorted.

"False," was all Namaari could muster out.

"I'd better go see what she wants. Mind keeping an eye on my tiny terror?" Raya asked.

"Don't talk about her that way, I think she's a delight. And yes, I can. I'll probably be down in the courtyard by the time you and your Ba are finished," Namaari said.

"Wonderful. Thanks Namaari, I'll see you then," Raya yawned.

She then looked down and noticed Namaari looked red. Like, really red.

"You're not sick are you? You're redder than a rose," Raya inquired.

"I'm fine!" Namaari said, almost too quickly.

Raya's too tired to argue. She'd take Namaari's word for it. The Heart woman grabbed some fresh clothes and quickly changed in the bathroom. Raya then rushed out the door to Charanya's room where she thankfully was located. She did not feel like chasing that girl down.

When Raya walked into the room, Charanya was glaring at her with crossed arms.

"Why do you look like I just dropped Aulia?" Raya asked.

"The hell was Namaari doing in your bed," Charanya glared.

This is so not a conversation Raya wants to have right now. Unfortunately, Charanya's not one to let things go.

"Look, we stayed up late doing paperwork so I offered to share the bed. Nothing happened," Raya insisted.

"You need to be careful," Charanya glared.

"I just told you, we didn't have sex," the taller woman groaned.

"That's not what I meant," Charanya spat.

"Why are you flipping out? It didn't mean anything," Raya sighed.

"Raya, I realize you probably didn't notice, so I'm just going to say. When I walked in that room, you were purring," her best friend said.

Raya's pretty sure she can actually feel the color drain from her face at the comment. If an omega purrs near an alpha she's not related to it's usually because she wants to court them. Raya may actually kill herself. That did explain Namaari's redness though.

"...............do you think she noticed?" the Heart princess asked quietly.

Charanya looked like she wanted to slap the hell out of Raya.

"Yes. Given the fact that Namaari was fully conscious, directly beneath you, and staring straight at you, I have this feeling that she maybe noticed the purring," Charanya fumed.

It's only just now occurring to her that being Raya's best friend is likely taking ten years off Charanya's life too.

Toi, they're perfect for each other.

"I really didn't mean to," Raya meekly admitted.

Charanya groaned and buried her face in her hands.

"Yeah, I know. I'm just worried about you. I don't want you to get hurt again. Namaari's done enough damage," the shorter woman said.

"Maybe she has. Doesn't really change anything," Raya sighed.

"Just please, be careful," Charanya begged.

"I will. You too," Raya insisted.

"I will," the other girl agreed.

What a garbage fire this is.

"Hey, what do we need to do with Ba?" Raya asked.

"I'm not sure. All I know is that it concerns both of us and we need to head to his office," Charanya said, clearly grateful for the topic change.

The two made idle chit chat as they strolled to the Heart chief's office. They theorized what kind of problem would be so bad that both of them were needed.

When they entered the office, her father looked stressed. Shoulders raised, aggravated look on his face, crossed arms, the whole stressed to death package.

"Alright, glad you're both here. I really don't want to prolong this discussion so I'll just be direct. Have either of you given courting any consideration?" Benja asked.

Raya and Charanya immediately shot each other confused looks. The hell's he going with this?

"No, not really. It's not our main concern right now," Raya stated.

"I second that notion," Charanya agreed.

Her father seemed visibly relieved at the confession.

"Well, it would appear that courtship is other people's main concern. You've both gotten offers. They're on the table. Charanya, your grandmother passed them on to me," Benja explained.

Yet again, the two omegas shot each other a look. This is probably the last thing they thought this conversation would be about.

There sat two stacks of letters on the table with gifts to accompany them. Raya's stack was higher than Charanya's, but that was likely due to the whole royalty thing. Even so, it greatly surprised her. It's public knowledge Raya had a baby very young. She really can't imagine people her age would be willing to deal with that, even if she is a princess.

The Heart woman is also quite shocked over the fact that Kim passed everything on over to Benja in regards to Charanya. Courtships in Heart tended to be overseen by the head of house, usually the oldest alpha but it's not guaranteed. Given Charanya's specific circumstance, head of house would be Kim. On occasion, some families will pawn off control over courtship proposal to a family friend that's more knowledgeable. Again, this family friend is usually an alpha.

The confusing part is that Kim is an utter control freak. From what Raya remembers of Ai's stories, Kim would constantly monitor Ai's courtship requests and would thoroughly investigate those who offered. To pawn off Charanya's courtship requests is incredibly out of character for Grandma.

Raya can take a guess why.

"How'd Grandma take it?" Charanya asked, having zero desire to beat around the bush.

"She couldn't even look at them. Your mother tried to be excited, but she's terrified. I am too. It's hard enough for us parents to see our kids grow up. We never thought we'd blink and have six years fly by," her father sighed.

Yup. That would be the guess. It made sense even if it was devastating to hear. Raya and Charanya are very aware of how hard their sudden adulthood hit their parents. They can't exactly avoid it, especially with the baby on Raya's hip, but the two girls try not to bring much attention to it.

"I, uh, don't feel the need to court right now. Everything's too hectic," was all Charanya said.

"Me neither. Mainly because if someone I court tries to parent my child, I'd give them a nose bleed," Raya huffed.

"You know, you girls don't have to tell us what we want to hear. This is your life, you're both of age, we would support you if you two decided to pursue a relationship with someone," her father reminded them.

"Hard pass," Raya said.

"That's gonna be a no from me," Charanya agreed.

"Oh thank toi. Being supportive is really stressful, I don't know how people do it," Benja said as he slumped in his chair in pure relief.

"That all you needed from us Ba?" Raya laughed. She's honestly just happy to see him in a better mood.

"Yup, that's all for now. I'll go tell Ai and Kim the good news. I'll see you two later," Benja said.

Her father affectionately ruffled the tops of their head. He practically skipped away. It was silent in the room for a moment.

"We can never court anyone ever, can we?" Raya asked out loud.

"No, not ever," Charanya laughed.

"It's a good thing the people we want are unattainable," Raya snorted.

"I like you looking on the bright side! What a nice change of pace," the other woman teased.

"Okay, I know we're not actually courting anyone, but even you have to be a little bit curious over who sent us these letters," Raya grinned.

"Toi, I really am. I have to know," Charanya said as she began shuffling through her pile.

Raya did the same. As expected, she did not know who most of these people were.

"Oh, look at these earrings. I would almost court someone for these earrings alone," Charanya joked.

"They clearly know your taste," Raya noted.

The shorter Heart woman then went to find the envelope that matched the earrings. When Charanya got her hands on it, her jaw practically hit the floor.

"What, what is it?" Raya asked.

"Bestie, you're not going to believe this shit," Charanya said as she showed Raya the name of the person who gave her the earrings.

Raya could not, in fact, believe that shit. The person is Noya, aka one the binturi that enjoyed harassing Charanya every damn day she breathed. It was a bunch of petty shit and Raya got so pissed off by it that she ended up punching Noya in the face to get her to back off.

"How drugged out is she?" Raya scoffed.

"No idea. The audacity," Charanya spat.

"Tell me if she pulls anything. I've no problems breaking her nose again," Raya scowled, thankfully causing Charanya to laugh.

As Raya shuffled through her own letters, her jaw hit the floor when she saw yet another binturi name she did not want to see.

"What's up? Who's in there?" the shorter woman questioned.

"This is so insane," Raya sighed as she turned the envelope over to show her friend the name.

Charanya gasped and snatched the envelope that had the name Mali written on it. Raya may have been the one that got picked on by Mali, but Charanya's the one that absolutely despises her. Raya understands as it's the same way she felt about Noya but reversed.

Mali was a total jerk that treated Raya similarly to the way Noya treated Charanya. Pulling on her, purposefully tripping her, and various other dumb stuff. However, due to the fact that Mali started her antics up after Raya punched Noya, the Heart princess felt cornered.

Noya and Mali are both from noble families so the only reason why Raya got off scot free after the Noya altercation was because of her princess status. She knew if she tried pulling that again with Mali there would be legitimate consequences.

Thank God for Charanya. She found out that Mali had a horrible fear of bugs. That gave Charanya the bright idea to take some dead bugs from an old building and put them in Mali's sandwich. One bite in and she was a goner.

Mali had quickly learned Charanya was the culprit and never told on her. Raya's pretty sure it's because Mali's an alpha and getting duped like that by an omega would kill any street cred she had.

"I am not above putting bugs in everything she consumes," Charanya grumbled.

"Good. Hopefully neither of us have to go through with our threats. I mean, it's possible they're better people now, right?" Raya pondered.

"I'd certainly hope so. I saw both of them quite a bit when doing my deliveries. Let me tell you, they did not have the lavish life they had before the Druun. Hopefully it humbled them," Charanya sighed.

Raya could see that being a possibility. Namaari was capable of change, there's no reason why those two couldn't be. But to have the nerve to try and court them without even addressing what happened when they were kids?

Fuck. That.

"Either way, I'm not touching Mali with a ten foot pole. Matter of fact, I'm not touching any of these people with a ten foot pole," Raya huffed.

"Agreed. I say we burn them and forget this ever happened," Charanya said.

"I'm here for it," Raya sighed.

And so they did. Without even bothering to look at the letters in the envelopes, the two omegas tossed their courting letters in the fire. It was kind of a pretty sight.

The courting gifts were a bit more awkward to deal with. None of the objects given to them could easily be erased off the face of the Earth like paper can. They decided to toss everything in a bag and threw it with the rest of the garbage in the palace.

Raya guided Charanya to the courtyard Namaari claimed she would go to. Ugh, the Heart princess prayed this morning's purring incident wouldn't be brought up.

Upon arrival, Namaari inquired about the meet up with her father. At least it wasn't about the purring.

"What did your father want from you two?" Namaari simply asked.

"It took forever, must have been important," Tien agreed.

Raya and Charanya gave each other a look. Neither of them had any desire to mention courting offers in front of the alphas they had rather complicated feelings for.

"It was a family matter."

They did not elaborate. Namaari and Tien were wise enough not to press the issue.

"Oh, actually, speaking of family matters we should probably get Aulia's birth certificate started," Charanya reminded her.

"Shit, I completely forgot," Raya groaned.

It's true. Aulia, future chief of Heart, does not have a birth certificate. What was Raya supposed to do? Give birth and write down herself as the mother? In the middle of Fang? Absolutely not.

"How do you forget to make your own child's birth certificate?" Tien asked.

"Well when you give birth on the run, a few things slip your mind," the Heart princess shot back.

"We both thought it was best not to give any indication Raya was alive at the time and you know, a legal document stating Raya is a mother kinda ruins that plan," Charanya shrugged.

"Oh my god, that means I was right on the boat. Aulia is a nonexistent baby. Legally, she's not real," Namaari laughed.

"How is this still up for debate!? My baby is real, binturi!" Raya snapped.

"Not in the eyes of the law she isn't!"

"I will smack you so hard your undercut falls off-"

[that-one-random-writer]

Chicken Feed Chapter 1

Enemies to lovers/fake marriage (Spy!)Bradley Bradshaw x (Spy!) Reader

Summary: Bradley is on a mission with you, a russian spy, to collect information on the Chinese government. His identity is changed to Miles Teller, yours Jane Teller. Just an all-American newlywed couple on a honeymoon to China.

⚠️- violence, gore, death, smut, smut-ual situations throughout. Government inaccuracies

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The offices were blank windowless underground. The overhead building was an abandoned school house. Bradley went through a tunnel entrance in an old phone booth clicking buttons in a sequence being lowered to the tunnel.

He strided down the long reinforced concrete hall. He stepped into one of the many offices. "Bradshaw." He stood straighter in the presence of the commander.

"Yes, sir." His body tense preparing for his new mission.

"You have been selected for a very important mission. The Chinese government has information. They are planning a crash of all economies. Their downfall with Russia has become a pissing contest between the two."

Rooster nodded. It had become quite the dick size contest.

The commander continued. "Russia is the least of our worries at the moment. Putin has decided to join our side, for now at least, to put China back in their place."

Bradley's eyes lifted from their place on the floor up to the commanders eyes. "They must have come to desperate measures."

"They dont like to admit our power, We have worked on an operation plan. One agent from both sides will be put in the field to find out what exactly their plan is. You were our pick for your experience."

"Thank you, sir." He bowed slightly, acknowledging the huge honor and trust this bestowed. "Is there anything we know?"

"No, Bradshaw, I'm afraid that's all I have besides your location. It's a diner hall in Beijing. There is a party with high target government agents at the party. You will be taking on a new moniker to hide your identity from the Russian agent. We must rush you in now to change your identity. Your ID and social will be printed after. Go down to the chief of disguise. She will be the one to handle your case. Do not trust the Russians with any information. You feed this woman Chicken Feed, nothing else, and do not kill her, Mr. President doesn't want to piss off Russia this close to a war. That is an order."

"Yes, sir." Bradley stepped out after being dismissed walking to the disguise department.

You walked down a lighted hallway. The sun was no longer visible through the windows. In the night sky, the only light was provided by a sliver of the moon.

You walk through the threshold of the commanders office. "Commander, Sir."

"We have a mission for you." He leaned back in his chair. "There is a problem with China. Those double crossing dicks are trying to mess with our country."

"They must be dumb to fuck with Russia." Your form motionless in the standing position, your face still.

"Idiots. Putin decided it might be time to join forces with the stupid Americans. They are the real dumbasses, but China does have a thing against them, so it seems like a good way to put them back down. Spank them with the bitches of the world, yeah?"

"Yes, sir. Putin has the right idea." You smirked at the attitude President Putin always had towards putting people down.

"You will be given a new identity. You are going to be the Americans wife. You're a newly wed couple that is on your honeymoon until you are at the location. He has the location information. You have the identification of the man you will be stalking down. His name is Kim Jang Kai. You need information on the where, when, and how of the economic attack from China. Don't trust that American and keep the American alive. We don't want to start a war with America. They are not our friend, but it's better not to make another enemy this close to a war since we have decided to work together. Plus it will be more fun to hold up America like a child and say we kicked your ass with the bitch country." He chuckled lowly.

You were dismissed to the department of disguise. You sat in a chair and the disguise operator began her work.

She sized your head for a long black long straight wig to stick out less in a sea of china. She cut bangs and placed a pair of glasses over your eyes. You looked like an everyday American woman who blended in with Chinese cultural norms.

"Your name is Jane Teller. You are the new wife to Miles Teller. Your credentials are in this bag. Here it is and your luggage." She handed you a brandless canvas black purse and black worn luggage.

"Your gear is in the luggage. This is your manual for the items. Read over it on the way to the airport, and destroy it in the car before you get there. Miles will be waiting for you at gate 34 in Colorado with a sign that says welcome home, Mrs. Teller. He will escort you to a car, and you both will receive further instructions there."

"Yes, ma'am." You got up grabbing your items quickly, walking out to the car. You sat back, opening the manual.

Miles sat back in his seat on the way to an airport in Denver, Colorado. His hair was a jet black color cut shorter, his mustache was shaven, and he had a pair of chunky glasses on his face.

He was reading over manuals, then he was given the five minute warning. He read the last bit of information and then folded it into the small incinerator. The officer in the back burned the contents.

He got out of the old beat up car and walked into the airport carrying his sign. A smile plastered all over his face. He blended well in a group of Johns.

The civilians all stood around, waiting for their loved ones, completely unaware of their surrounding danger. Miles' peripheral vision filed through the personnel. He saw a man who looked suspiciously at the crowd. A damn agent, fucking great.

The flight started releasing passengers. He just prayed you were a good actress and could catch on. He couldn't use any of the normal codes for emergency situations with your lack of American knowledge.

You stood scanning the crowd. You spotted his sign for Mrs. Teller. It's go time. "Honey, love!" You called in an American accent just like briefing called for in the manual.

Miles head jerked towards you, not missing a smile. He wrapped his arms around you, dipping you and kissing your lips softly.

You kissed back, a smile plastered on your face now. You both collected the sign, and he led you to an older car with your hand in his. You both sat in the back. Miles is holding the door open for you, then getting in himself. The people up front disclosed that it was a safe location. The windows tinted black. The smell of weed surrounding the air around the car gave off a different thought to the couple that just entered the vehicle. The car starts moving.

You instantly grabbed the switch blade hidden in your jeans on your hip. Quickly, you hopped into this Miles' lap. You hold the knife pushing it over his jugular. Russian accent falling naturally on your tongue. "If you ever pull some shit like that again, I will drain your blood like the American pig you are. You will be in my Russian slaughter house prepped to be served to Vladimir Putin's lunch. You Do Not Ever kiss me. Do you understand me?" Your words not puncturing his thick skin.

Miles took out his gun and pointed it to your head. Very nonchalant in his facial structure. "I suggest you get off of me in front of our company, honey. Wouldn't want to spoil our honeymoon." He teased, knowing he only did what he had to.

"You think this is funny..." You pressed your knife into the skin on his collar bone, leaving just a small incision trickling blood. Your teeth gritting on your smooth words. Your nerves are being pressed by this American man.

"There was an intell in there. He spotted me and looked straight at me. I had to sell it." He said calmly. "I mean, it seems like you liked it with you climbing in my lap as soon as we get in the car." He spoke as if he were spitting facts. Chuckling at his words.

Your eyes squinted. "You warn me next time." You sat back down in your seat watching out the darkened window.

"I will need a code." He said eyeing the weapon he had pulled on you. He knew you wouldn't kill him. He wasn't intimidated in the slightest. He sat relaxed inspecting his gun for flaws. He wouldn't turn his back but also knew you wouldn't be dumb enough to kill him on American grounds in front of two other agents. He only pulled his gun to send a message.

You read the message loud and clear. This would be no easy mission. "Button. We will call each other button if something is off or if something is going wrong." You cringed as the thoughts ran through your mind of having to be involved with the likes of him. "Disgusting." You muttered from your lips barely audible to anyone in the car.

"Agents if you two are done bickering, I have a briefing you both need to attend to."

"Taking orders from Americans." You muttered but turned your attention to the agent in front of you.

"You both will be in the Hilton hotel for two days. You will act like a newly wed couple waiting for the bellman to get to your room on Thursday he will say, 'Shall we go?' You both will put your luggage on the cart. You will follow him to a gray sedan. Then they will take you to the airport in Colorado Springs. You will board flight 232 and land an hour from the location."

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[pegasister60]

potential of billy switching while he's in the watchtower and it's Very noticeable

(part two of their ask: "ok i forgot to put this in my previous ask but billy switching is most likely due to one of his triggers being mentioned/a similar situation to it and. Agh. Angst. Way to tell your teammates you have DID")

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When Captain Marvel's in the watchtower, Billy's usually fronting with Marvel and Solomon being co-conscious (in front or near front but just vibing).

Cap's switched in front of League members before. Billy regularly steps back and passes the mic to Solomon whenever someone asks about an old ass magical artifact or seeks counsel. People assume that's the Wisdom of Solomon (the power) kicking in and they're not wrong.

Solomon really does just step up, dip into the deep ass well of limited omniscience that is the Wisdom, and start info dumping. It's in these moments that Cap seems older, wise beyond his years, and laser focused. His speech patterns shift, as does his posture, and if whoever asked the question wasn't currently furiously taking notes they'd probably start to think on it.

Billy usually dips from front entirely if Solomon starts going on for longer than six minutes. He's not needed and he trusts Solomon to yoink him to front if anything less dry happens. It's part of his job after all.

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But you're asking for angst.

There are several things that could trigger Billy to front or co-con. Let's go from positive to neutral to negative.

[+] If someone's talking about archaeology or really old civilizations or anything in those veins he'll head to front to listen. A lot of what Liam has to say about their parents is centered around their jobs and the stories they'd tell them from work, so Billy has a lot of positive associations there.

[+] If tigers come up in conversation Billy will peak into front to check out what's going on. He fucking loves tigers (as does Liam) and will never miss an opportunity to talk about them.

[o] If Billy hears his name he'll start heading to front from wherever he was, but unless there's urgency behind it or his name comes up a lot he's not gonna rush. Exception is if they were in big form when he dipped, then he books.

[o] If someone who's fronting says Shazam either out loud or internally, Billy and Marvel will basically fucking teleport with how fast they try to get to front. If someone else says Shazam that also gets them there quick, but not as fast.

[-] Billy's almost always fronting in small form but if he's not (or if he's not paying attention) and you touch the small form he's gonna show up real quick. He's going to bristle and he's gonna try to get you to stop making contact and if you refuse to then things are gonna get ugly.

[-] Doesn't matter what fucking form he's in or who's fronting, if Billy perceives someone saying William in a /neg tone to address him he's going to throw hands. Hercules usually isn't far behind whenever Billy gets pissed off but in this case he might not step in. You called this upon yourself.

These are the ones I've thought of so far. More will probably come up as I keep spinning this blorbo in my brain. Already 100% possible one of the negatives happens and from that point the angst writes itself.

Hope this actually answered your ask!

[raayllum]

you don’t have to answer this if its too discoursey but i’m too afraid to say it off anon cause I don’t wanna get yelled at, but I am not the biggest fan of emperor/king Callum fics, mainly since it feels out of character for me (since he feels more connected to magic than he does royalty as a whole, he’s only the crown prince because he & Ez don’t have any family left to take up that role)

and also because to me, as a black person, it feels really weird that it just sidelines Ezran, they always just kill him off for no reason except to put the white person in a position of power

Its okay as a concept, i suppose, say Ezran feels like he can’t bear the responsibility at his age, so Callum takes up the mantle, but it just feels Weird to me, and maybe I’m reaching but it does feel like there’s a hint of racism going on even if its not exactly the author’s intention

So back in like 2020 in the months following S3, Regent Amaya became a popular headcanon in the Janaya corner of the fandom (because they wanted to have to interact Politically with Janai rather than just personally? I don't know) and it never sat right with me for similar reasons. (Cue people complaining in S4 that Janay's plotline was more Janai centric than Amaya centric. Mmhm.)

Because here's the thing (and I've said this before) while Callum is not white (he is mixed, he's half Asian and half white) he is lighter skinned than his brother and I do understand why people think he's white at first glance (more discussion/perspectives on Callum's race in this tag) and Ezran very clearly is not, and it's also very clear how that can affect them sometimes fandom wise. Of the five like main Main characters (although that list is 100% expanding in S4), Ezran is one of two main characters of colour (bonus core protagonist points alongside his brother) and he is the only darker skinned character of colour, comparatively in the trio.

There are other reasons I think as well about why Ezran doesn't have as much fandom made about him (he's the youngest in the cast, most of the fandom is older; he's not part of a main ship, etc) but race absolutely affects a lot of the critique he (and Harrow) get as kings. I have seen people with their full chest go "I hate TDP's monarchy, they're such bad kings Viren was right" because their issue isn't at its core the monarchy, it's that their white fave's bloodline wasn't the one on the throne for once.

Also talking about race is never discoursey IMO so always feel free to drop stuff in my inbox about it. (I'll happily take getting yelled at for it, it's way easier to bear as a white person & it doesn't happen as often as a result.)

Since 2016, we've seen this mini trend of casts having one Black character, usually a boy who's a best friend of the protagonist, get routinely sidelined. Lucas had to carry Stranger Things on his back (although I think it's gotten better? Idk for sure I stopped watching the show after s2 for unrelated reasons), Finn from Star Wars deserved so much better (and I left the SW fandom bc the racism was so bad and he was my favourite after just six months), Bow from She-Ra got virtually nothing, and Gus from The Owl House actually did.

TDP, thankfully, does not fall into that trend (having more than like 1-2 Black characters in general also helps a great deal, JC) and I now no longer watch every season like a hawk to ensure that it won't, because I trust that it won't.

So. King Callum AUs. The first thing is that you're right, Callum isn't that interested in politics. While he has a mind for politics (he immediately realizes what the egg could mean globally) he's not motivated by them. In 1x06 he gets pissed & fed up because Rayla insists on giving him only the political reasonings for why she's travelling with them and not stealing the egg, and it's not enough (he wants the personal reasons). His Tales of Xadia bio reaffirms this, stating outright that he's "beholden to [his] inner circle, not some silly kingdom" in spite of being Crown Prince. I think in some ways if Callum was left alone as King, regent Amaya would be more likely, not less, even if Callum might resist out of a grief fuelled desperate "I have to do this" at first. Being King is genuinely liberating for Ezran in ways it'll just never be for his brother, thematically / personality wise

And Callum being king because Ezran died is, IMO, unnecessary and actually more restrictive for both of their characters. If you want Callum grieving but away from the throne off adventuring with Rayla in an angsty AU, you can just have him think Ez is dead and achieve the same aims. If you want Callum on the throne, you can just have him do it out of love/loyalty for his baby brother. Otherwise, Ezran actually being dead leaves Callum solely grieving and stranded away from magic (his true calling, or the temptation of dark magic). But if Callum becomes regent to try and shield his baby brother, it leaves a lot more for them to grow, disagree on and develop, etc. Just a lot more avenues. How I think this would go (honouring Ezran's role to play and how I think their dynamic would realistically develop with this addition) here.

Being aware of what does or doesn't displace a character can be tricky, but I always think of it in regards to "do you take something another character has earned and give it to another character with little consequence," killing a character off when it wouldn't change that much to keep them alive and just tweak other things (like the above), or "are you taking the challenge one character has set before them and giving it unequivocally to another".

For example I've thought about "is my theory of Callum sacrificing/handing over the Key of Aaravos for Rayla's life displacing him" but it's not, in my eyes, bc 1) all the repercussions that come from that action is still something he has to deal with, 2) he'd have a vested interest and arc in reclaiming the cube, 3) it highlights the tragedy of Callum regaining his agency from brainwashing and still being forced into Aaravos' tragedy, 4) still leaves Callum perfectly free and motivated to uncover the secrets of the key himself beforehand, it just won't end well for him. And if Callum was having big conflicts with Ezran RN, I'd probably swap in Ez as a possibility for who he'd hand the key over for too

Last but not least I do wonder if Callum will even remain his brother's High Mage. The symbolism of a brother on either side of the Border has always felt fitting to me, and I think Claudia would make a great high mage to Ez if/when she gets redeemed / she'll want to stick close to her brother. Now that Callum has Ibis' staff, I wonder if that'll also eventually include having Ibis' post, especially now that Soren has stepped up in S4 to really be Ez's protector (and Cal and Ez would still write letters all the time, of course <3 Ez checking in on him through his link with Zym).

But yeah I think if Callum did continue to be in a political role beyond high mage, he'd be best suited to be one of Ezran's top generals, and that would take its own interesting toll on Ezran's psyche

Anyway this is probs longer than you were expecting but thank you for sharing your perspective! It's something I think the bulk of the fandom has noticed and it's always good to look at areas of like, perhaps more casual than outright racism when it comes to characters of colour, and how we have a responsiblity to examine those areas when exploring things, even just in fanon

[hello-nichya-here]

I think you're absolutely right about Azula in regards to the arranged marriage. She's very willful and Ozai(like all authoritarians) are never half as clever or in control as they like to believe. If Ozai won the war, do you think he'd accept his death and groom Azula for his crown or would he succumb to paranoia when he's no longer taken in by the goal of world domination? I feel immortality would be his next step.He doesn't strike as the type to let go of power, even to his own progeny.

I don't really get the "I WANT TO DEFY DEATH ITSELF" vibes from Ozai. Dude is an ego monster, and, like any human being, he doesn't want to die, but he is not Voldemort.

He is not under the delusion that he cannot be killed, hence him using every trick imaginable to make sure he would have to face any enemies without his bending, AND not fighting Aang until the big, final battle.

And when said battle finally happened, and he was defeated? He was pissed that Aang took his bending instead of killing him, because being seen as weak, as lesser, as not good enough, is what Ozai cannot stand, not the thought of dying.

As for him "letting of power", he wouldn't really have to do that at all. Azulon was Fire Lord until the day he died, yet we KNOW that he fully intended to have Iroh take over after him. Ozai can prepare Azula, Zuko, or anyone else he felt like choosing as heir, simply by giving them more responsibilities and a nice status without giving them a single fraction of his actual political power - see him making Azula Fire Lord, but only because he made up a new position for himself, that was above the Fire Lord. He can 100% have absolute power until the day he dies while still having an heir.

And lets not forget that Ozai is the type that sees his kids not as people, but as extensions of himself, hence him spending his entire life projecting onto Azula AND being mad at Zuko for not meeting his expectations. Ozai would have zero issue with the fact that Azula would be in charge once he died, because in his mind she is not her own person, she is just a not as great, not as important version of him.

[cheekygreenty]

Little Witch - Part 12

the Darkling x Reader

The hour was late as the stars basked in the darkness and cold winter air. The fire roared in its hearth while your still steaming cup of sleep-aiding tea sat untouched on the small table. Your talk with Alina earlier was the cause of your unrest. You didn't know whether to feel sorry for her or be frustrated with her. She is a lovely girl, most pure and kind and quite literally the definition of sunshine, but something about her irked you and you hated it.

Maybe it was her somewhat unhealthy obsession with her friend, the tracker- Malyen Oretsev, or the sheer denial and lack of understanding of her position. Sure, Mal was the only thing that tied her to her old life, a sense of home, but he didn't belong anywhere near the Little Palace and posed a threat to Alina's true potential. She should understand that, no doubt it's been explained to her many times. She was no longer a random girl from the First Army or a Child of Keramzin, she was the Sun-Summoner and had to act the part.

But there was also a nagging feeling in you since your last words with Aleksander, the ones about the stag. From what you could gather, Alina definitely wasn't power-hungry, not yet anyway, and placing an antler anywhere on her would be against her wishes. You knew deep down that whatever he had planned would go far beyond just giving her an amplifier for her sake.

You sighed and moved around on the armchair again, trying to convince yourself those were the reasons you couldn't sleep, that Alina's position in this mess was why your mind wouldn't shut off, but who were you kidding, it was her and him. For starters, she called Aleksander by his name. The second the word left her mouth, your blood ran cold.

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'Is he not here?' Alina looked to you from over her mug, eyes scanning the room.

'Who?'

'Aleksander, is he away at Kribirsk again?' Your smile faltered and your grip on your own mug loosened. But Alina waited for an answer.

'Oh umm, I don't know.' You did but the shock caused your mind to blank completely.

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You had known Aleksander for years before he even told you his true name, you had to earn it. She spoke of her General with a fondness, at one point even speaking of him as if he were more than just her commanding officer.

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'Do you miss the First Army Alina? I know you left friends behind, not just Mr.Oretsev.'

'I suppose I don't feel at home just yet, it's a lot to take in, this whole division of orders thing doesn't help either... But he assures me I am not alone, that I have an equal in the Palace.'

An equal?

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The heat of the fire was doing nothing to calm down your rising rage. Apparently Aleksander was doing more talking with Alina than you'd thought, even sacrificing his own true name, one only spoken by you and his mother, for her to utter as if it was just another name. So what if you were in his chambers, making use of his office and sleeping in his bed, he clearly had his eyes on two prizes or maybe just one.

You felt sick now, be it from the heat or the anger, you got up and opened a window. The cold and dark night was a stark contrast to the licks of the flame. It made you feel at peace, but only momentarily. You heard voices outside, slowly growing louder. You rested your head against the wall, begging for one last moment of stillness, but alas the door was yanked open and his boots echoed throughout the room. You cursed yourself for deciding to spend another night in his quarters. You thought he'd be gone longer than just 4 days.

'I do hope you made yourself comfortable' His voice was as smooth as the kvas you had downed after Alina left. You wanted to turn around, but the anger was still there and all hell would break loose if you let your emotions run wild again.

'I did thank you. At least you have a desk'

'I'll get you one first thing in the morning'

'No need, I already requested one' Your voice was void of any emotion. Don't start a fight.

'Are you alright?'

'Just tired, being diplomatic is hard work' It sure was right now.

'Might I suggest actually getting into bed then?' His hand slowly came around your wrist and pulled you in the direction of the bedroom but ironically at the simple touch, your anger grew, when it usually has the opposite effect. You saw out of the corner of your eye that he had a genuine smile on his face, one that tended to make you melt but not now. You shrugged him off and walked in the direction of the door, leaving him utterly confused.

'Y/N what's going on.

'I'm tired, I'm going to bed' You tried so hard to act normal, not in any way pissed.

'Y/N look at me'

'Goodnight Aleksander' You couldn't help it, the mockery of his name just came out. There goes the diplomacy.

You heard him quickly walk towards you and tried to get to the door first to escape the tense atmosphere you created but he got there first, blocking your way.

'What?' You threw your hands up in exasperation not yet looking at him.

'Did something happen whilst I was away?'

'No'

'Then what is it'

'Nothing'

'Don't lie to me Y/N'

'Oh but it's okay for you to lie to me' Your eyes finally bore into his.

'Excuse me?' His expression read baffled; annoyed; pissed.

'Move away from the door Aleksander'

'No! You're going to be mature and have an actual conversation with me for once' He asked for it.

'Alright fine, Let's start with Alina''

'Y/N'

'I had a lovely little tea party with her today. Sweet thing. She loves to talk once you get her going. She told me a lot of fascinating stuff, including your name! How interesting don't you think.' Your voice was so cold it even made you shiver.

'I can explain'

'I'm not finished.' You felt that pull in you, that pull that comes before you put your fire or shadows to use but crammed it down with all your might. 'Her best friend hasn't been replying to any of her letters and I can recount there are many of them. Guess what I found in one of your drawers? They are all very poetic don't you think? I'm all for helping her adjust, but that's not help, that's manipulation Aleksander.'

'She won't let him go, It's dragging her down.' He said through gritted teeth.

'Dragging her down or away?' The double meaning in your words didn't go unnoticed by him.

'Y/N all I want to do is go to bed right now, I've had a long day, please.' His hand reached out for yours but you scoffed and moved away.

'You wanted to have this conversation, General, don't shy away when your actions are questioned.'

'Fine' He unblocked the door and crossed the room, throwing his cloak and kefta on the floor with a heavy thud. 'Is there anything else you wish to accuse me of Y/N dearest?'

'Look at you, so bitter but I haven't heard you deny any of it'

'You may go now if you like.' He picked up a decanter of whiskey and poured himself a generous glass

'Since when are you this childish Aleksander. Have I missed something in my 100-year absence?' You mocked.

'You left me with all of this' He gestured to the palace. '-That's what happened.'

'Don't turn this around on me, and I told you that wasn't a choice.'

'The Y/N I knew would have come back and not hid like a coward'

You stilled and waited for any sign of apology, but it never came. He meant it even though he knew how much such a simple statement would hurt you. You turned slowly and walked to the door.

'While I'm gone, at least have the common decency to change the sheets before you bring Alina in here' you shut it loudly behind you and heard the breaking of the glass, no doubt thrown at the door as you were leaving.

What a day.

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Ok so idk if people can see this but I posted this like a week ago and apparently nobody seen it so here it is!!!!

Part 13

Here's my masterlist!!

[colossal-fallout]

[ Classified ]

The full report - Eren Yeager

The following report details all information on Eren Yeager. Contains NSFW content and reader must be over the age of 18 to view this document.

For your eyes only.

Name: Eren Yeager

Birthplace: Shiganshina

Height: 180cm / 5ft 9"

General

[ A1 ]

Appearance & Hygiene practices:

Eren's chestnut brown hair is always clean and fresh. Whenever he pays you a late night visit, he'll have most probably just gotten out of the shower. Coconut scented shampoo of sorts? Whatever it is, it smells so good.

Prefers showers over a bathe. He says it's to save time, but he spends a good 40 - 60 minutes in there, easily.

Once he's dry, likes to throw on jogger bottoms and a hoodie over his bare skin. His bare skin that is now so soft and scented as his favourite shower gel which is either tea-tree oil or Coconut.

If he wants to remain clean shaven, Eren must shave every 2-3 days. Sometimes he likes to grow it out but nothing ever past a long stubble.

Minimal body hair.

Trims the hairs on his pubic bone/lower stomach. Has pleasuring you in mind as he does so. Will take into consideration the friction against you.

Totally clean shaven testicles.

Eren's nails are short but that's because he bites them. [ see section A3 ]

Beautiful set of teeth. Brushes twice daily in a modern AU.

Eren adores it when you brush his hair for him. He finds it extremely relaxing as you massage his scalp. His eyes will close and a small, barely audible hum will emit from time to time.

Eren's skin care routine is pretty basic. All of the steam from sitting in his hot, frequent showers for so long seems to do him wonders - his skin is flawless and worthy of envy.

Due to the healing power of being a Titan shifter, Eren has no scars.

Eren has quite large hands with long fingers. He doesn't wear rings or jewellery as it reminds him of the burden of when he had to keep that damn key on him at all times. Will however, put up with a wedding ring.

[A2]

Body & Love language:

Eren is a pretty introverted person. His hands are usually tucked away inside of his pockets - be it either trousers or hoody/jacket.

He hunches a little too. Likes to feel hidden. He's had enough attention over the years and wants nothing more than to just shrink away in a crowded room. Or maybe, it's the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Brooding, moody exterior. Extreme "resting bitch face"

Shrugs a lot. At first glance, you'd think he was a moody teenager trapped in a grown man's body.

Likes to sit with his feet flat up on the chair with his knees splayed - you'll usually find him like this with an arm resting over a knee while the other is at a 90 degree angle pointing away from his hip.

Fumbles his hands together in formal occasions when he can't sit so casually or tuck them away.

Likes to drape his arm over you without touching you. His arm will rest above you on the top of the chair. A clear indication of "They're mine" and "I will keep you safe"

His hips will usually be swivelled in your direction, regardless of where you are in the room. A subconscious body language of sexual yearning.

Eren likes to hold hands with you when you're walking. He's not huge on PDA but likes the strong yet subtle showings that you're together.

Tends to rub his thumb over the back of your hand absent-mindedly when you do so.

His love languages include physical touch. Can get very needy and touch starved pretty easily. Not in a overbearing way, but even just a run of his slender fingers through your hair is enough to keep him going until the two of you are in a more private setting.

[A3]

Bad Habits & Tendencies:

As mentioned above, Eren bites his finger nails. His toe nails too. It's pretty gross to be honest.

He never does it in public, but he has been known to do it in front of you when he feels comfortable enough to do so.

Get's very fidgety when irritated or annoyed, which is pretty often. Especially if Jean is around.

Short temper. He's learned to tame it more over the years where he doesn't show it so easily. But everyone has their limit and when his is reached, his yell is booming and pretty intimidating.

During an argument with you he has been known to raise his voice, but it's not the frightening roar you've heard him unleash on others before.

Always apologises to you after he's calmed down. Even though it wasn't that bad.

If you two ever have a bad falling out, will lock himself away for days. He'll be pissed at himself for letting it get so bad and depressed that you two are having such problems. But he'll do anything he can to fix it.

[ A4 ]

Common misconceptions:

Obviously everyone has their own cannons and opinions. But I don't personally see Eren as being an abusive partner. Yeah, he has his problems and treats his friends like shit but there's a reason for that we'll probably see in the last chapter. If you're worthy enough to pierce that cold and distant shell, you're a very special person and he'll treat you as such.

Eren actually has a large heart hidden under that huge chip on his shoulder. He cares and loves the people around him unconditionally. Even to the point of carrying out mass genocide to protect them.

Still... He does have a dark side to be weary of at times.

Even though he's gross while in Liberio, usually Eren is actually pretty clean.

[ A5 ]

Food & Drink:

In a Modern AU Eren loves fancy coffees with the weird names. The longer to pronounce, the better. He just likes the fact they give him energy and the fancier ones taste good.

Due to not having meat for so long, a good ol' fashioned beef/lamb stew is his favourite.

Doesn't drink in canon.

Modern AU, his alcoholic beverage of choice is bottles of beer and craft ales. Sometimes is a sucker for red wine.

[ A6 ]

Modern Au:

Eren wears loose clothing. Hoodies, loose jeans, those baggy cardigans too.

His texting style is spam over one long message. Especially if he's pissed off. He's too impatient to sit and type in paragraphs.

Drives a black car. Don't ask me what type, I don't know cars. But it's black, 'kay?

It also has "black ice" air freshener inside.

Likes to ride quads and mopeds along fields. He's a thrill seeker. Rollercoasters, bungee jumping... you name it he's game.

Eren plays the guitar. He took lessons for it but after about a year he just went his own way and self-taught.

If he sees a guitar at a party, he will pick it up and play it. He won't sing though.

He actually hates singing. He finds it embarrassing.

Always has in his air pods/earphones.

Likes any sort of music that is catchy.

Probably streams on Twitch. He won't talk much though.

Could have a wide range of jobs. Coffee shop, could be in college, might be a ride attendant... who knows? It's anyone's guess what Eren is doing. He doesn't talk about himself that much.

Romance & NSFW

[ B1 ]

Crush:

Eren would definitely be in denial he has a crush on you at first.

• “Does y/n seem different to you?”

Armin; “No…? In what way?”

“I dunno… Just, different.”

• His poor stubborn brain would be ticking for weeks as to why he suddenly wants to be near you a lot more often and has urges to touch you, even if it’s just a slight brush against your arm.

• Will find any excuse to do extra training with you

• Once he FINALLY clicks on as to why he’s had these feelings, he’ll be pretty knocked off his feet and a little annoyed at himself.

I’m here to kill the enemy...

• Still though… Can’t seem to keep himself away.

[ B2 ]

First kiss & general kisses:

After the initial denial and keeping himself away, he'll just decide one day he's had enough of feeling this way and decides to to something about it.

He won't shove himself onto you. He'll do some sly probing to see if there is any indication of reciprocation.

Knowing Eren, he'll indirectly piss you off or insult you. He didn't mean to. He's just lacking social skills. Man aint smooth.

You'll slap him, probably, where he'll keep his head away from you for a few seconds, realising he's pushed you too far. Whichever side you palmed him away, he'll stay.

He'll slowly return his gaze to yours before gently holding your arms, apologising and planting his lips onto yours.

His general kisses are quite firm and forceful. Not in an aggressive way, but a "god I want you so bad" way.

Always either slides his arms around your waist or cups your face/head.

He tastes like sweetened tea <3 / Coffee in a Modern AU

Loves coming from behind and snaking his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck when you're doing something. Doesn't like it when your attention is away from him for too long.

When he's feeling soft and tender, will dance his nose with yours and catching your mouth in a caress.

When he's super turned on, he'll suck your tongue, bite your bottom lip and kiss anywhere he can.

[ B3 ]

Sex:

Ha ~~!

Eren is up there with the best when it comes to sex. He knows what he's doing and he does it well.

Extremely skilled with his fingers and tongue. He'll have you crawling the walls with hysteria as he likes to tease you throughout the day. He more than makes up for it, though.

Gropes, nips, kisses, licks, bites, flicks... anywhere and everywhere he can.

Is the most vocal when you perform oral sex on him. Will groan so deeply, his entire body will vibrate.

Dirty talk is this man's second language.

"Look how desperate you are for me." / "Look how desperate for you you've gotten me..."

"Do I feel good like this?"

"Am I making you feel good baby?"

"You're so good at that. Fuck, such a good girl/boy"

"S'so fuckin' tight."

"You're my little fuck thing, aren't you?"

"You're perfect."

"I love you..."

Are some of the many things you'll hear while he's fucking you.

He doesn't really have a favourite position. He'll gladly take you anyway he can. If he's in a rough mood, he'll bend you over the sofa, take you up against the wall... But if he's feeling more soft he'll make slow, passionate love to you for hours.

He does have a strong soft side at times.

Dominic Dominant. He loves seeing you totally at his mercy, the power over you the most arousing thing in the world to him.

Big daddy dilf vibes. He knows what he’s doing and he’s fucking good at it too.

The only time he’ll sub is if he wants to be lazy - letting you ride him and use him to your heart’s content.

Dirty talk. It can get pretty degrading at times. If you’re not into that, he respects that boundary.

Will absolutely ruin you.

Low-key loves it when you claw his back in hysteria. He thrives knowing he can send you absolutely insane, and he can just heal the claw marks in a matter of seconds. Sometimes even during sex (which is the hottest thing ever)

In an AU modern, he would love to fuck you near a large mirror or record you both getting at it to watch at a later date.

A lot of hissing, humming and low groaning, especially when he’s close to unloading.

Likes to watch you masturbate, putting his head close and observing intently. Loses his shit if you moan his name while doing so.

Hair pulling is his overload language. Will tug fistfuls when he gets too turned on.

[ B4 ]

Kinks:

The risk of getting caught. He likes having risky sex in semi public locations. Makes a game of how loud he can get you to moan, knowing someone would probably hear you.

Light Degradation. When he’s in a rough mood, he doesn’t mind calling you a few names. Nothing too extreme. And if it’s not your thing, he’ll respect that boundary.

Loves a good ol’ 69. Having you on his face with your ass in view is just… *Chef’s kiss*

Speaking of ass, he loves to bend you over too, allowing himself in nice and deep with a great view and something Juicy to grab.

[ B5 ]

Aftercare:

Aftercare with Eren isn’t anything special unfortunately. He’s another who gets sleepy after sex.

Won’t ignore you though. Often lazy pillow talk is on the cards and telling you how much you mean to him and how beautiful you are.

Will run his fingers across your scalp to soothe you.

Also will kiss any bite marks or finger bruises he’s left behind and ask if you’re okay.

Relationship with loved ones & becoming serious

[ C1 ]

Friends & Family:

When Eren meet's your friends family he will be polite yet quiet. He wants them to like him but he won't pine for their approval. If they like him, awesome. If they don't...? No big deal.

Same goes with your friends. He'll stay quiet until spoken to at first, but once he's been eased into conversation, he'll flow with it a lot easier.

Again, he'll be polite but don't expect him to kiss ass, because he certainly wont.

[ C2 ]

Marriage:

You couldn’t actually believe Eren had proposed. Although he was down on one knee in front of your very eyes, your mind just wasn’t accepting it. Folks and onlookers watched with bated breath, awaiting your answer. He sure kept this surprise hidden well…

Of course, you said yes and he picked you up by your waist in a spin, colliding his lips to yours.

And now here he was, watching you walk down the aisle, a lump in his throat and his heart racing.

You looked gorgeous, like something from a fairy tale.

And of course, he looked as handsome as ever. His suit was smart and his hair was up in its usual bun.

Armin is his best man, of course; who is standing and beaming with pride.

Eren holds back his chokes and tears as he reads his vows;

“Y/N… From the first time I ever laid eyes on you, all those years ago, I knew you would be in my life forever. Back then, I didn’t think it would be as my wife, but God I am so glad it is. I’m sorry for my stubbornness and irrational behaviour when we were young. But despite that you still loved, and stood by me and for that I’ll be eternally grateful. I vow to always stand beside you, whatever the world throws at us. I vow to hold you when you need support. I vow to remember how you always had my back no matter what. And I vow to always love you, with my heart and soul, until the day I die and after.”

The room erupts in cheers and tears when you seal your kiss.

The reception is wild.

Everyone is drunk (except Levi) and dancing. Reiner and Connie are dancing like weirdos, Reiner's blazer removed and at one point Connie is on his shoulders.

Sasha has too much to drink and is spewing in the bathroom.

Mikasa can’t stop crying with happiness and pride.

He carries you to your room afterwards where you spend all night sealing a special bond that will never be broken.

[ C3 ]

Children:

Eren has a soft spot for children, believe it or not. As seen before the expedition to the forest of giant trees. He sees his old self behind the innocent glint of unaltered admiration within a child's eyes.

He's not super into child play though. He wont pull weird voices or funny faces. He'll sit at their level and speak to them like they were anyone else. Obviously, watching what he says around them.

If they're unchecked and acting themselves, he'll become quickly annoyed as they wreck havoc around him and will have to leave the room or he'll get too agitated.

If his s/o discovers they're pregnant he'll seem to take it well. But inside he's falling apart and freaking out. He won't ever show it to them, but he doesn't know how he could be a father. Would he be like his own? Would he be able to be a good figure to look up to? What if he fails? Is it selfish to bring a child into this cruel world?

He'll be shocked but understandably so. After after a couple of weeks of self-reflection and brooding, he'll start to feel better about the whole thing.

More protective over his s/o than usual. Will make sure they're eating, drinking, resting and god help you if he finds you doing something you shouldn't such as trying to lift something heavy.

Will hold your hair and rub you back, as well as bring you water while you're having your morning sickness.

"Babe? It's four in the afternoon. How come you're still sick?"

"Eren, it's called morning sickness but it can happen any time."

He'll click his tongue. "....That's a dumb name, then."

The first time he feels the baby kick within you, his heart absolutely melts. His eyes enlarge and you could swear you saw them soften with that spark behind his emerald greens he had when you were younger.

His large palm is warm against your stomach as he feels around, the little flutter of your child hitting against his skin making him flinch in surprise at first.

"Woah..." He'll gasp in amazement. "They're already so strong. Hey, y/n? Doesn't that hurt?"

"Sometimes." You'll laugh softly.

He'll gingerly place his face to your skin, a little embarrassed he's doing this; but he feels the need. "...Don't hurt your mom, okay?"

As your pregnancy progresses and you get larger, he will not leave your side. If he has to, he'll be worrying and you'll be occupying his mind. In a modern au, he'll constantly call and text and will get Mikasa or Armin to check in on you often.

Will be so gentle during love making. He's terrified he'll hurt the baby.

One of the only times you've seen Eren panic in his adult life is when your waters break.

You'd gotten up in the middle of the night to pee. Climbed back into bed and felt a strange pressure, followed by a pop. Then a warm gushing sensation. You wait a few seconds to settle your own panic before you nudge Eren awake.

"Eren..."

He'll bolt up, confused. "What? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"

"Eren, my waters have broken."

"Shit. Okay. Shit. What do we do? Shit." He'll leap out of bed and throw the lights on. You get to your feet where more water will start to drop onto the floor. "Shit, shit. I'll get the bag. Do you need help getting dressed? Okay, where's my jacket? WHERE'S MY JACKET?!"

"Eren, honey I need to you calm down."

"Okay, sorry. I'm calm. Shit. Shit..."

Will hold your hand with a worried look the entire time you're in labour. Has water and snacks on hand.

Will watch in amazement as your child is pushed into the world. This magical moment changes something in him, but right now he's not sure what that is.

They will bond immediately. As soon as he holds your son/daughter he can't take his wide gaze off them.

They're inseparable.

Any doubts of being a bad father is washed away as he takes them under his wing and teaches them about the world.

[greenteaandtattoos]

Ruby and Oscar Extending the Hand of Friendship + Raven and Emerald Parallel

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The More the Merrier

Raven: "There is no beating Salem!"

Ruby: "You're wrong. We've done things that most people would call impossible, and I know the only reason we were able to do it is because we didn't do it alone! We had people to teach us, people to help us, we had each other. Work with us. At least I know we'll have a better chance if we try together. Please."

Raven: "You sound just like your mother."

Ultimatum

Oscar: "I've seen what you can do, Emerald. However this fight ends, we could really use someone like you."

Risk

Emerald: "Look, I’m just going to be super pissed if you all finally decided to give up the moment I switch sides."

Oscar: "Switched sides, huh?"

This parallel is so interesting to me, because it once again shows how how much Oscar values Ruby and her choices and vice versa.

He watched as Ruby extended an olive branch to Raven, and watched as Raven instantly shoots it down and lashes out at her with an objectively cruel comment about her mother, the proceeds to sic Cinder on her.

And then Oscar decides to follow that example and extend an olive branch to Emerald, who he has heard horrible things about and knowing she was a close associate to Cinder, while being surrounded by people, excluding Ren, who are unwilling to trust her. And while it takes a bit, Emerald accepts his offer.

This also gives us an interesting contrasting parallel between Raven and Emerald.

Raven was a neutral party, not Oz's side and not on Salem's side, before she decided to join Salem's side temporarily to in an attempt preserve herself.

Meanwhile, Emerald, in a weird position herself in terms of loyalty, decides to betray both Salem and Cinder, siding with Oscar and the others, all while painting a target on her back from both of them.

Raven runs from Salem out of fear and lashes out at potential allies because she thinks joining the battle against will her put her in more danger.

Whereas Emerald runs from Salem, who is equally afraid of her, knowing that she's putting herself in a considerable amount of danger, as she knows Cinder and Salem will try to kill for her betrayal.

I also want to remind everyone of this parallel:

The More the Merrier

Vault of the Spring Maiden

Oscar: "Ruby, you-"

Ultimatum

Ruby: "Oscar, you-"

Despite Oscar's fury at Haven due to Ruby being wounded by Emerald, he still decides to forgive her and attempt to seek out an alliance. He saw Ruby try and fail and decided to take a shot at it himself.

And Ruby's anger at Emerald's appearance is likely due to the fact that she saw Oscar injured and automatically assumed that Emerald had hurt him.

And yet, even after being betrayed and hurt by Emerald on multiple occasions, Ruby decides to trust Oscar's decision and give Emerald a chance. Even after after their all their previous disagreements and separations, she still values Oscar's wisdom.

The parallel is literally word-for-word and nearly scene-for-scene except Oscar prevents Ruby from bitchslapping Emerald like he did to Lionheart.

And then look at another interesting parallel between Emerald and Raven.

Raven only joins Cinder because she was given an ultimatum from her, whereas Emerald joins Oscar willingly, despite putting her life at risk.

There have been lessons learned on both sides.

Oscar learned that seeking an alliance where he could was a beneficial tactic, even when there was the possibility that it could fail. Being optimistic and trying to see the best in people can be a great strength, and he is proven right when Emerald accepts.

And think about the takeaway that Ruby has gotten from this. She sees Oscar successfully forging a bond with a former-enemy where she failed, and is willing to put faith in him, because trust and faith are just as powerful tools.

It's no longer only Oscar learning from Ruby, but Ruby is learning from Oscar, and it really shows how much trust they've built between one another, and how much they respect and value each other and their opinions.

[mimisempai]

I can read you like an open book

Summary:

5 times where Loki refuses to see that he has been found out by Mobius and once where he accepts it

Lokius has so much potential. How not to be tempted?

🌈 Happy Pride month ! 🌈

To celebrate, 1 day, 1 story.

Be ready for smiles, laugh, fluff, tooth rotthing fluff, positive vibes and a lot of love!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32034121

1798 words - Rating G

1.

"I'm Agent Mobius, by the way."

I don't care about your name. I'm Loki, God of Mischief, you moron!

The man with the ridiculous mustache looked suspiciously innocent.

Loki asked him in his most indifferent tone, "Are you taking me somewhere to kill me?"

The man, Mobius, answered in the quietest way possible, "No. That's where you just were. I'm taking you some place to talk."

Loki harrumphed and retorted, "I don't like to talk.

Without losing his smile, Mobius replied, "But you do like to lie, which you just did."

Seeing that Loki didn't bother to answer, he continued, a cheeky sparkle in his eye, "Because we both know you love to talk."

He had the audacity to add, emphasizing his words with his hands, "Talkie-talkie."

Loki was boiling inside, but he wouldn't allow this jerk to see his anger.

How could this fool have seen through to him? No way!

Yes he liked to talk! So what? He had a voice so he might as well use it. At least he never said stupid things.

Sure, he liked to twist the truth, but when you're the god of mischief, was that so surprising?

Anyway, nobody had discovered his biggest secret, his biggest lie, that was the most important.

He discreetly scanned the man in front of him who now seemed a little less inoffensive.

2.

They were in a room devoid of any decor, sitting face to face, separated by a table.

Loki decided to attack. He could be accused of lying, but not of not facing the truth.

He asked Mobius with a defiant look, "What do you want from me?"

Mobius inhaled, as if to give himself courage, "Well, let's start with a little cooperation."

No, that's not going to happen, buddy.

Loki was a god and a god doesn't cooperate.

He replied with a smirk, "Not my forte.

There he was again, that piercing blue-gray gaze that seemed to see much more than Loki believed. Accompanied by that smile that gauged him.

"Really?"

Mobius paused and for a moment Loki thought he knew how to stage himself as well as Loki.

The rascal continued, "Even when you're wooing someone powerful you intend to betray?"

How could he know that? Nobody knew about Thanos! Even Thor didn't know about it!

Don't show anything Loki! Don't show him he's right.

The bastard insisted, as if it were insignificant. "Come on."

Loki, took his most superior and closed look before answering.

"You don't know anything about me."

That's it, move on you moron!

"Maybe I'd like to learn."

What?

What does he mean, he'd like to learn?

No way, Loki wouldn't be fooled.

No one really wanted to know who Loki was.

Those who wanted to know him only wanted it to get something out of him.

He wouldn't be fooled by that smile and that look. Even though...

He shook his head not to let such thoughts linger

3.

Since Mobius seemed to want to know his theory so badly, Loki was more than happy to explain it to him, it was time to show off as much as he could with his jumpsuit.

He straightened his head and said in an emphatic tone, "For nearly every living thing, choice breeds shame and uncertainty and regret. There's a fork in every road, yet the wrong path is always taken."

He looked at Mobius defiantly.

So you're not such a smartass now, huh?

"Good. Yeah."

He had the nerve!

Loki was right not to believe that this man really wanted to know him, it was just to taunt him and put him in his place.

Mobius continued, "You said nearly every living thing ," he paused, and once again his eyes seemed to see further than Loki wanted to show.

He added, cheekily, "so I'm guessing you don't fall into that category?

Show nothing. Show nothing.

You didn't expect anything, Loki, so you're not disappointed.

Loki began to snicker. Sarcasm, one of his favorite weapons.

"The Time-Keepers have built quite the circus, and I see the clowns are playing their parts to perfection."

In case you didn't understand, I'm talking about you, the clown, that's you, buffoon!

Mobius started to laugh. A totally genuine laugh.

"Big metaphor guy. I love it."

Genuine but derisive of course.

The rascal continued, "Makes you sound super smart."

Loki couldn't let it go and retorted, "I am smart."

"I know."

Two words, and the tone was no longer taunting.

I know.

Two words said in a firm voice, without a smile, with an intense look in his eyes.

I know.

For once Loki didn't bother to wrap his words in circumlocutions, too disturbed by the implication of those two words. He simply replied, "Okay."

4.

Loki didn't know what Mobius' goal was in showing him his failures, but if it was to piss him off, he had achieved it, yet Loki was not going to show him.

Just as he was not going to show him how his questions affected him.

"Do you enjoy hurting people?"

No.

"Making them feel small?

No .

"Making them feel afraid?"

No. Stop. Answer him Loki.

"Your games don't frighten me."

But Mobius didn't seem to want to stop.

"Making them feel little?"

Loki couldn't help but retort with more vehemence, "I know what I am."

Mobius raised an eyebrow and asked defiantly, "A murderer?"

Knowing that if he let go, he would show Mobius how much he was affected by what he said, Loki shot back, "A liberator."

And the man had the audacity to reply, "Of eyeballs, maybe."

His words were accompanied on the screen by a video that showed Loki cutting out a man's eye.

Mobius continued, "Look at that smile. You are enjoying that. Did you enjoy hurting them?"

No. No. No. It was the mind stone. It wasn't me.

No! Shut up Loki! No one can know, not even him, get a grip!

Chin up, straight face, sardonic smile.

"I don't have to play this game. I'm a god."

Yes, that's what I am, a god. You won't take that away from me.

"Of what, again? Mischief, right?"

So what? I may not summon thunder, but I am powerful. In my own way.

The man then added, "Yeah. I don't see anything very mischievous about this."

Of course, since it wasn't him. But how could he tell anyone that he, the great Loki, had been under the influence of someone, that he had been manipulated by a stone.

He replied in a bitter voice, "No, I don't suppose you do."

Mobius sighed. He seemed almost disappointed.

Loki wondered why he felt a tightness in his chest. The same one he felt every time he knew he had disappointed his mother. The difference was that he had only known Mobius for a few hours.

5.

Loki was devastated.

His mother had died. She had died by his hand. At least because of him.

Mobius had continued to confront him with his failings.

Sitting on the floor, Loki no longer had the strength to stand up or fight back.

"You weren't born to be king, Loki."

Of course I was.

Even he was beginning not to believe it anymore.

"You were born to cause pain and suffering and death. That's how it is, that's how it was, that's how it will be. All so that others can achieve their best versions of themselves."

He looked up at the screen where the Avengers were displayed one by one. The instruments of his defeat. The defeat he felt burning right now.

He asked with a broken voice, "What is this place?"

Mobius didn't answer, just walked over and held out his hand and said, "Come on."

No more taunting in his voice, no more mockery, just compassion? Loki looked up to see if what he heard in the voice was showing on the other man's face.

He read the same compassion.

Weakened by what he had just discovered about his mother, Loki found himself wanting to grasp that hand, to believe what he read in those eyes.  For a moment, he listened to himself, grabbed the hand and stood up.

But he was Loki, God of Mischief, so he snatched the small device from Mobius' pocket

+1

"Loki?"

Mobius had just come back into the room, Loki was distraught.

Sitting on the floor with his hands in his head, he raised it at the sound of his tormentor's voice.

The man approached him gently and said, "Nowhere left to run."

I don't want to go. I don't want to go anymore. I don't want to be that Loki anymore. I don't want to go back.

"I can't go back, can I? Back to my timeline."

Can I be me here? Really me? What I want to be.

For the first time since he knew himself, Loki felt a compulsion to tell the truth.

Looking Mobius in the eye, he said softly, "I don't enjoy hurting people."

He paused, "I..." he exhaled sharply and repeated again, "I don't enjoy it."

For the first time, he really wanted to convince someone that he wasn't the monster everyone thought he was. Now that he had started talking, it was like he couldn't stop. He continued, "I do it because I have to, because I've had to."

Mobius looked at him with those caring eyes he had had earlier and another feeling he couldn't read.

He replied softly, "Okay, explain that to me."

Loki swallowed, this was the moment of truth.

"Because it's part of the illusion. It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear."

Mobius simply nodded, before adding in a tone filled with understanding, "A desperate play for control. You do know yourself."

Loki bit his lip and added in a breath, "A villain."

He exhaled again.

"That's not how I see it.

Once again Mobius held out his hand to help him up, and this time Loki didn't hesitate to take it. Once on his feet, he didn't want to let go of that hand, the only non-violent human contact he'd had in years. He didn't even realize that he was tightening his fingers on Mobius'.

He asked the question that had been burning in his mind, "If I'm not the villain, then what am I?"

They still hadn't let go of each other's hands and now Mobius' thumb was gently stroking the back of Loki's hand.

Mobius tilted his head a little, seeking Loki's gaze even more.

He said with that smile that Loki was beginning to appreciate, "I don't know, but we could search together, if you want."

Loki nodded slowly and answered with a slight smile. The first sincere smile devoid of any trickery.

The real Loki smile. _________

Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

[wellthatschaotic]

In your DNI you say you don't want to interact with people who believe fiction doesn't affect reality. That got me curious. From your viewpoint, how does fiction affect reality? (Not saying I belong on your DNI, I just want to learn more about the world. Or something like that.)

no offense anon, if this ask got me slightly concerned. the easiest answer i can think of is "how doesn't it?", honestly. i'll give you a longer answer just in case though.

for one thing, yelena is next to me, wanting me to bring up that she's fictional and yet definitely real. systems can get fictives from pretty much any source, which heavily affects reality for us. same goes for folks who are fictionkin. MaDDers, like us, get lost for hours at a time in completely fictional worlds, which i could do a whole post on how that affects our lives (and many others already have), but trust me, it does.

on another note, representation. let's take the dragon prince for our first example. (note: it's been a while since we watched it). there were two married queens, who ran the kingdom together. were they real? was the kingdom real? hell, was any part of the show real? nope. but seeing two women, happily married, in positions of power, on screen? seeing everyone else treat it as nothing less than completely normal? that did wonders for little gay me/we. (probably pissed off a lot of homophobes, too, but that's besides the point)

there's reasons there's always a push for representation- because that's what it does! it shows that little kid, who probably feels alone, shows them "hey. you're not. and while we're at it, people like you are fucking awesome." even if it affects only one kid's reality, it's 110% worth it in my mind.

there's jokes and memes about how important blorbo from everyone's shows is, which is at least real enough to affect your dash /lh/hj. horse plinko is fictional, but that definitely also affects people's dash. same with pretty much all memes.

same with historical fiction- dracula and frankenstein for example. those characters are referenced in so many things. and yet, they're 100% made up.

if you're truly asking how fiction affects reality, if you truly can't find an answer to that, i'll say it again: how doesn't it?

- someone who used to be fictional