#and the secret third way too (don’t think that I forgot)

[fruityfroggy]

This is actually such a based take

[ipegchangbin]

— a while with changbin.

🏷️ (sub!)changbin x gn!reader. smut (lovemaking). angst. unprotected sex (cumming inside).

a/n: not totally back, not totally gone, but another secret third thing?

humid is the nightly air as you breathe with him.

silence is interrupted by the soft smack of your lips on his. throwing the uncomfortable distance between the both of you, your body turns to his and closes in, chest to chest, hands holding his arms, catching even your own heart off-guard from how suddenly you acted.

you love him. he loves you. that’s all that should matter.

changbin almost panics as you pull away from the kiss. his eyes widen but his pupils dilate, light reflecting off them as it glistens, glassy at your sight. you chuckle. he’s adorable this way, even if you don’t know what you’re doing.

neither of you want to think about what you both were, about your work due tomorrow, about his monthly troubles, nothing—none of the world matters as it revolves, leaving you and changbin to spin together.

it’s been a while since you had him like this, naked in his bed, sleepy yet eager to have you.

and now, you have your hands trailing up his sides. the dizziness in his head worsens. it’s an addicting buzz of an empty mind that he gets nowhere other than from you.

“i missed you,” you start, feeling up the muscles that tense and relax at your fingertips. “i missed this.”

“god…” changbin only manages to speak word per word. “missed you…so much.”

you figure not to speak further, to simply nod and giggle in response; you both shared the catching-up over coffee and dessert beforehand. weird that he’ll have his full course meal hours after dessert, though.

to think that you’re there before him, touching him as if he’d been blessed by a deity — a deity that is as human as him, to his surprise — leaves him panting. the whimper that leaves his mouth is immediately caught by your toothy smile as your sly hands make their way to his hips.

maybe it’s the coffee, maybe it’s the sweetness, maybe it’s your hands that he forgot were familiar with his weakest spots: changbin jitters as you sink your nails down on his skin, lowering his body close to yours on the bed.

“love me,” you order.

not fuck, but love; you’re tired of that. after opening and closing your heart on him like a leaking valve, it all flooded anyway as he slowly entered you.

gentle as he always was, your little gentle giant. he holds you by your arms, elbows beside yours as he propped himself delicately over your body, making sure not to squish you as his cock made its way through you. you swallowed him inch by inch by inch, until his—rather short—length filled you snugly.

despite his length, he was incredibly wide after all. you seem to have forgotten that too.

it’s not like neither of you wanted to forget. the nights that were lonelier than these for the both of you weren’t as agonizing as you and he thought. changbin could live without you, you could live without changbin. it’s not a heartbreaking realization until you both stare at each other right in this moment, eyelashes fluttering open as your faces drew impossibly close again.

how could you leave, when he feels so good with you like this?

changbin shudders as he attempts to break the eye contact, but he fails miserably as he reaches your limit. you moan and clench around his length, sure that your entrance was all closed by him, and you trap him there above you with your arms around his neck and shoulder blades.

that’s when he comfortably rests his upper body against yours, and god, the plush skin of his chest on yours is to die for.

“i love you” escapes his lips. changbin doesn’t hesitate, neither does he take it back: he’s sincere in his confession as he stills inside, failing to hold back the whimpers in his throat.

you could only respond with a kiss on his lips.

your tongue enters his mouth as you urge him with your hips to start moving. you move upwards towards his body, pushing his cock further down your hole, almost like it could break your limit — yet it feels like nothing. no pain, all pleasure, but most importantly, velvety in love.

he’s slow at first. setting a pace that he’s grown to know that you were and still are comfortable with, he makes sure that you feel his desperation in low doses. even he has self control, but he knows that it isn’t long before it breaks.

the warm breaths fill the air along with pants, grunts, and loving moans that form from bubbles in your hearts.

changbin lets out a particularly loud and high-pitched whine that makes you giggle against his skin.

“feels good?”

he nods, moaning again. this time, it’s a dragged out cry of your name, almost as if he could start to sob.

you coo at him while twirling a finger around his curly hair. he smelled of shampoo and sweat, the fresh scent of soap and musk filling your nose as you nuzzle your head closer to his. changbin only melts further in your cage of affection as you buck your hips up while pressing kisses onto his neck.

for some reason, it starts to feel like you’re the one making love to him from below. he almost stops his movements from how slow he is, unable to keep up with the circling of your hips against his crotch. it doesn’t help once you swing your legs up against his butt to push him down on your body again.

it’s impossibly wet down there, the sounds of sin forming and becoming more prominent as you continue to love him, urging him to keep thrusting into you. it’s all slow, the strokes full and not rushed. you’re hungry and so is he, desperate to feel each other wholly but not for a quick fuck-on-the-run.

you love him. he loves you.

it comes to a point where he pulls out fully before slowly pushing back in again, eliciting moans and surprised laughs out of your lungs. he smiles, only to moan too, digging his head in your chest.

“you’re perfect. don’t ever leave me,” he pleads.

there are tears on his face. there are tears on your skin.

a while of loving happens, thrusting up into each other bit by bit, all before you realize that you’re tearing up too. it had been too long since you felt so loved by him. before you could even start to wonder about it, he kisses your cheeks while pushing his cock inside you again and again, slowly but surely.

the sensations of everything from his scent, his skin, his noises, and the beautiful sight of his being start to overwhelm you. you’re later than him, only that he tries to hide his overstimulation better while attempting to keep composure.

not much of a while passes as your insides start to flutter around him, getting wetter and wetter, caging him in. you hug him impossibly tighter as you’re close, only to realize he’s been wanting to burst all the same.

“i love you so much,” he says. his voice falters as he repeats it over and over. your name is the last thing that leaves his lips before he finishes inside you.

seconds after his orgasm, you follow, groaning into his shoulder. your orgasm complements his as it all mixes inside you before oozing out as he pulls away, not fully, but enough to be comfortable.

neither of you pull away from your embraces either. you simply roll him gently over to your side, not letting go of the hug. you both cuddle for a few minutes and bask in the warmth of whatever just happened.

he longs to talk to you. touch you like this forever. cuddle into your arms every day again, but he isn’t sure how to ask permission when it isn’t guaranteed that he’d be yours at all.

“y/n…” changbin whispered. “sorry. i’m sorry.”

you turn your head to face his way. “for what?”

“i don’t know what to call this. i don’t know what to call…us.”

“oh honey,” you inch closer to him, rolling the rest of your body to his side. “we’re together.”

his eyes light up at that. it’s hope, and he’d been given false hope before, but this was different. the sincerity in your voice promises him a forever that he’d been dreaming of.

it’s the same one you’ve always needed too.

“let’s just stay like this.” with him still inside you, you scoot over to close yourselves to your limits, but this time, neither of you move. the sex is done, you just want to be close.

“all i know is that i love you.”

changbin smiles. “i love you more, honey.”

you both laugh as you fail to contest him, knowing deep in your heart that he was right — with eyes like his that stare at you this way, he did love you more. he still loves you most.

[abowlofsourcream]

⏳💫Congrats Stardust! You got Memory of Dreaming!💫⏳

I’ll make sure you won’t forget this!

…

Teehee! Sweet dreams, Siffrin!

…

If you got One Hat at the ending of the game, DO NOT READ THIS AFTERMATH! Get the secret in Act 6 and then you can enjoy this aftermath! If You got Two Hats, read on head! ;)

v Aftermath v

*…

*He should be here any minute…

*You can imagine them right now.

*The poor little thing probably is so confused…

*Their most likely aimlessly searching for the party, thinking the worst is happening!

*…

*You can’t help but pity him…

*…

*Finally, You see them come to the foot of the Favor Tree.

“H-Hello, guys? The villagers said I should go here… Is… Is anyone here?”

*They forgot their eyepatch and still wearing their undershirt and pants…

*…

*He looks so small…

*Were you this small? Back when it was you?

*Stars, has it been so long?

*That you don’t even remember what you look like?

“Mira? Isa? Madame? This isn’t funny!”

*You can’t help but stare.

*…

*Okay, you’re wasting the time you have…

*You did your part! Now, it’s their turn.

*It would be silly to ruin all your hardwork!

*You hop of the branch and put on your best performance!

“Oh! You finally found your way, Stardust?”

*They jumped at your voice.

“What the-?! Who… What?!”

*You put your hand to your face…

“Oh my, Stardust! That’s no way to greet someone! Especially someone who has been helping your friends!”

*That gets their attention, of course it does…

“You’ve seen them? Where are they? How can I get to them?”

*… Stars, you forgot how clingy you were…

“Stardust, you know where they are…”

*After all, They should remember now! Remember what they did to the others…

*They can no longer hide behind their ignorance anymore!

*They know it’s all their fault…

“B-But! W-will they be okay? Without me?!”

*What a stupid question.

*You imitate picking your nails…

“They were doing just fine without you before… Besides, are you really in any condition to do anything useful? Hm?”

*Ha! Even now… You can see how much the loops destroyed your body…

*No, it’s not your body anymore…

*They look down on the ground, ashamed…

“But… I’m the reason why we’re suck here… Shouldn’t I be the one fixing it?”

*That’s exactly what you were thinking…

“And how exactly do you plan to do that?”

*They rub their left elbow, looking defeated…

“I don’t know… I didn’t think that far…”

*…

*It’s amazing, how clueless they are…

*But it’s fine…

*That’s why you’re here!

“Well, I have an idea… You might want to try it!”

*They look at you, confused.

“Why? I barely know you, yet you somehow have me already figured out?”

*Ha, of course!

*How could you forget how paranoid you were!

*You roll your eyes.

“Believe me, I’m probably the only one who could understand how that silly little brain of yours… Unless, you want the others see how awful you really are?”

*Yea, that shuts them up.

*So eager to please, in hopes of getting people to stay…

*It’s funny how easy you are able to shift him into place…

*How pathetic…

*How disgusting…

“Hm… They should be nearing the third floor by now…”

“Hmm…”

“You want to hear my plan, now?”

*They chew on the inner part of their cheek.

“Hmm, okay… If it can help the other’s, okay…”

*You take a deep breath.

*Mira asked you not to do anything stupid.

*She made you promise to watch over them…

*She would be heartbroken if she knew what you were planning on doing…

*The others too…

*You would be betraying the little trust they had with you…

*…

*But…

*But that promise was for this Siffrin, wasn’t it?

*She’s not your Mirabelle…

*She could never be your Mirabelle.

*Your Mirabelle is long gone, you think about that every blinding loop...

*Just like your Isabeau, your Odile, your Bonnie, they are all gone!

*Why should you care about that mere copy of your precious family that you destroyed?!

*IF ANYTHING, THEY SHOULD BE GRATEFUL TO YOU.

*For the fact that you’re letting them escape…

*For fixing this mess…

*Once and for all…

“You could… Make a new wish…”

*His eye grows wide…

“But-”

*You take the coin from their pocket.

*You roll it across your hand.

*They stare at you…

“You can use this…”

“How did you-”

“You know how. Stars, you can be so annoying…”

*You can’t hide the venom in your voice.

*Sorry, Odile…

“Come on, Stardust…”

*You hand them the coin…

“Let’s take this from the top, and get it right this time!”

*They look at the coin, conflicted…

“After all it’s the least they deserve,”

*You make sure that they can hear you.

“After what you put them through…”

*You see their face crumpled as you say that.

*Yep, that got them…

*They take the coin and looks at them…

*Looking at you for any guidance.

*They only have you.

*…

*How tragic…

”Make your new wish, Stardust, and free your family…”

*He looks at the coin, cautiously…

*…

*They close their eyes…

*Breathe into the coin.

*Repeat the wish three times.

*Holds it to his chest, to keep it safe…

*Then… They flip it to you.

“So… Now what?”

*You see them yawn… The affect of your wish beginning to show on their face…

*Part of you feels guilty, on how easy this plan went…

*How all your little actors played directly into your hands.

*But you in to deep now, are you?

*This is what the Universe wanted from you…

*…

*They should be near the king now…

*…

*You can’t help but laugh!

“Now we wait!”

[slutforitoshi]

sae itoshi - secrets *:･ﾟ✧

ft. best friend’s brother!sae x f!reader, 18+ minors dni

cw: fingering, sexual activity in the same room/couch as someone else, slight dubious consent, orgasm denial

synopsis: how hard could it be to try to hide your most guarded secret from your best friend when the source of it lives with him?

wc: 1.3k (shorter one this time hehe)

A/N: ty for everyone that voted in the poll, it was hella close til the end lol

“i thought you weren’t a movie guy?” rin cocks an eyebrow as his brother weasels himself onto the couch that could barely contain 3 people. there was another one to the side of the room but for some reason sae opted for the empty spot next to you.

“got nothing better to do tonight” he shrugs, and the warmth of his body pressed up against yours is brought to the forefront of your mind. 

movie nights were a weekly tradition between you and your best friend rin, almost as longstanding as your friendship tracing back to your highschool years. as college students now, it was an anticipated study break from the never-ending midterms. 

his older brother sae worked in a nearby city, meaning that rin lived with him rent-free in his way-too-big apartment complete with a 70-inch 4k TV. with how often you were over, you were practically a third tenant. half of the reason was to spend time with rin, and the other half was one of the only secrets you kept from him.

the movie starts, and your eyes are glued to the screen, scared of the color it might bring to your cheeks if you were to give any attention to the pink-haired figure seated to the right of you. the sound of rin’s voice breaks your focus though, “shit, i forgot the popcorn.”

“how could you forget the popcorn?” you respond incredulously without acknowledging that you too had forgotten about it due to some distractions.

rin’s off to the kitchen, leaving only you and the source of those distractions. almost subconsciously your gaze drifts to his features, dimly lit by his small device. although rin resembled him greatly, sae had a more charismatic look. sharp jawline, tall nose bridge, and a permanently stoic expression.

you could never tell what he was thinking let alone feeling. the amount of times you’d seen sae smile had to be limited to the number of fingers on one hand. as he looked up to make eye contact with you however, you could’ve sworn an edge of his lip twitched upwards into what seemed like smirk before you too-quickly turned away.

you remember being attracted to sae from the moment rin introduced him, but it was usually easy enough to hide those feelings since sae was hardly around. but doing so with him positioned right next to you was a challenge you weren’t sure you could overcome.

rin’s return frees you from the thick tension and you’re shoveling popcorn in your mouth in an attempt to fill the pit growing in your stomach.

“hey! we need that to last til the end!” rin yanks the bowl away from you, earning a cold glare.

as the film starts again, the best friends are focused on the screen, completely unaware of the brother’s sinful intentions.

stray fingers approach your right thigh before resting on the inner portions. the touch has your breath hitching, but you don’t dare look away from the tv. 

sae’s thumbs are rubbing light circles as the rest of his fingers wrap tighter around your upper thigh. the ministrations send heat across your body, pooling especially beneath your cotton shorts. 

finally you look over to see sae’s still-expressionless features staring forward, giving not even the slightest hint of his actions. it’s unnerving how much of a mess he was making you while seeming completely unaware. 

the circles continue before his hand shifts upward, resting briefly at the hem of your waistband before dipping under it. the acts concealed under the light blanket made your heart race, and you prayed they stayed unknown to rin.

the first contact with your clit sends a jolt of electricity through you, and you catch the yelp that nearly escapes your throat. you try to mask it as an awkward cough, but the intensity of sae’s teal eyes tells you his orders: stay quiet.

another smirk ghosts sae’s face as he feels the pool of slick gathered at his fingertips. a few light touches and your body was already begging for him.

your mind goes into a haze as he begins circles again, this time around your sensitive bud. the plot of the movie was forgotten at this point, with all your attention consumed by the pleasure coursing through you. you’re biting your lip now in an effort to stay silent, teeth pressing down so hard that any more pressure would bring the taste of iron. 

“how are you guys liking it?” rin suddenly turns to ask, and panic fills you. you give a meek thumbs up, but before he could ask you more sae interjects. 

“it’s better than i expected, but the buildup was slow. by the time any action happened i was already half checked out” he says nonchalantly. it amazed you how he had any recollection of that movie that had been long lost on you. 

“well i heard it gets better” rin replied before turning away again, leaving you to finally be able to breathe. 

the relief isn’t long-lived though, as sae prods two digits at your entrance. your eyes widen at the prospect, but they enter without much resistance. the stretch has your head falling back which was thankfully not noticeable enough for the dark haired boy to notice. 

sae begins to pump slowly, the friction of his fingers dragging against your gummy walls in a way that renders you breathless. 

your loss of composure only encourages him though, and he’s moving with more intention, shaking the blanket slightly at the increased pace. you’re silently chanting curse words as the heat builds, and it’s not long before you’re overlooking the familiar edge. 

the clamping of your walls is a good enough indicator of the progress of your impending orgasm, so sae promptly pulls his digits out. you glare at him in protest of the emptiness, but he barely spares you a glance. it was still a little too early in the movie for him to finish up. 

instead he’s running his fingers achingly slow across your folds, and every time his fingers would catch at the entrance, he would glide past it again, sending a rush of disappointment. the mind-numbing cycle was almost enough for you to throw away your dignity and beg vocally.

before you could say anything though his fingers plunge into you again, this time curling to hit a gummy spot that has you seeing stars. your back is arching slightly against the leather, and sae’s relieved that his brother was still too occupied to notice the erotic expression plastered across your face. it should only be for him to see.

sae’s resting his palm against your clit now, pressing down to produce ecstasy-like friction. you squeeze your eyes shut as the wave finally crashes through you. the orgasm is so powerful, a small moan claws its way past your lips, but is thankfully concealed by a well-timed explosion on screen.

the rest of the movie was spent with you trying desperately to understand what you missed from the movie whilst simultaneously wishing away the color from your cheeks and the heat from your abdomen. sae, although seemingly collected, spent equally as much effort lowering the noticeable tent below his pants. 

as soon as the movie ended though, you’re met with another onslaught of problems: rin’s questions and your positively soiled shorts. 

“oh my gosh i totally forgot i have a meeting tomorrow at 8am” you scramble to make a believable excuse, “can we talk more about the movie on the way to my apartment?”

“actually let me drive you home” a cool voice cuts in, “i have to grab some groceries anyways.”

“...at near midnight?” rin responds in disbelief. 

sae insisted though, and you’re left promising to recap the movie the next day with rin as you entered the passenger seat.

when sae returns empty-handed nearly an hour later though, rin could more or less guess your secret. and sae was promptly banned from sitting next to you for future movie nights (not that it kept you apart otherwise).

[kyojurismo]

Hii! Can I have an emergency request? I sprained my ankle trying to build a bed frame with my sister and i was wondering if I could have (aged up) genya smut alphabet?

▸ ANSWERING. hello anon! i’m sorry about your ankle ): i hope you’re feeling better. i had trouble posting it, that’s why i’m in delay lol. it was my first time writing a nsfw alphabet, i hope it doesn’t suck. thank you for the request <3

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. genya shinazugawa x fem!reader

▸ RATING. nsfw

▸ WARNINGS. aged up genya, smut, oral sex, mention of unprotected sex, doggy style, mention of sex toys, masturbation, choking, overstimulation, lemme know it i forgot something + not proofread

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

genya gets pretty excited and feral during sex, but when you’re both satisfied with your activities he showers you with love and so much care. he carefully cleans you up, takes you water or food if you want, etc. he loves cuddling after sex, feeling your body close to his relaxes him and sometimes he would even spend the whole time resting his head on your chest, caressing your hips slowly while you caress his messy hair.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

genya plus boobs equals love. seriously, he loves your boobs. in a way or another he’s gonna touch and kiss ‘em. you have to push him away. he loves when you are on top because he can keep his hand on your chest and grope at your breasts while you ride him.

when we’re talking about him though, i’m sure he appreciates his hands and his abs. he likes to show them off to you, that’s why he usually walk around your house wearing only his pants. he loves to wrap his hand around your neck because he knows how much it turns you on. don’t even get me started when he’s eating you out and his hands are holding your thighs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

genya lives to make you cum. he’s always so eager when his head is between your legs, he needs to taste you so bad and keeps going even after the third orgasm because “i need more baby… i’m fucking starving,” he literally grunts against your wet slit, clit throbbing and tingling due to the never ending stimulation.

sometimes, he prefers cumming all over your pussy. his fingers then start spreading his semen around, before touching your clit. genya smirks like a possessed man noticing how it actually pleasures you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

genya adores when you masturbate, he even provides you a cushion so he can watch you ride it as you desperately seek your release. your desperate moans and the way your eyes rolls back, genya is sure you’re the most beautiful creature he has ever seen.

“shit, baby– you’re so beautiful like this.”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

i like to think that you were his first but he’s a fast learner, so after a couple of times genya knew his way with you. he learned what you like and what you don’t, what things turn you on, and he’s damn good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

genya enjoys missionary so he can watch your face showing how much your enjoying it, but it works for when you’re on top too.

he’s a demon slayer and stress is always right behind the corner, so sometimes he would simply need a good fuck. face pressed into the mattress, ass up, back arched and it’s over for you. the way his tip repeatedly hits your cervix, his girth stretching you out so good, he even spanks you a couple of times, drooling at the sight of it wiggling.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think genya is pretty serious in bed. if you were inexperienced in the beginning he would try to ease the tension by making you laugh, but other than that he takes it really seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

let’s be honest, before starting to have sex he was pretty careless about trimming it or not. he’s super clean none the less! so we can say that the choice is up to you, he lets you have it however you like it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

you want it vanilla? genya will repeatedly kiss your face, hold your hands, caress your hips and your thighs, whisper sweet words into your ear while he gently thrusts into you.

rough sex? get ready to hear him curse and alternate praising to degradation and viceversa.

find you a man who can do both <3

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he prefers being with you, so he’s not a big fan of jacking off. but if you’re away for longer than expected he would find some privacy and masturbate, thinking about your body, the way you clench around him when you’re close, when you pull at his hair when he’s hungrily lapping at your cunt the way you cry his name while gushing around his fingers or cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

choking. both giving and receiving. he moans so loud when you happen to wrap your hand around his neck and give it a squeeze while you’re riding him.

praising kink because he needs to know that he’s making you feel good and it gets straight to his dick. you noticed him rutting in the sheets while licking and sucking your cunt, you whining on top of him.

“genya, baby… oh fuck! you’re being so good, it feels amazing! please don’t stop, don’t—“ you get the point.

i know that he goes feral and his cock starts twitching if you call him “daddy” while getting fucked by him. i just know that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

genya prefers keeping it private, your room or his room it doesn’t matter. but he loves when you two do it on his futon because it will have all your sweet perfume on it and would help him sleep when you’re not here.

if he really can’t wait, expect to be grabbed and pushed into a discarded corridor of the butterfly estate or maybe if you’re outside and he notices “private” spot he would surely take you there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

as i said, genya desires to satisfy you. he wants to see how your face contorts while he’s pleasuring you and the way you squirm and arch your back, wants to hear the beautiful sounds escaping your lips.

i think he has a high sex drive, so he can function for many rounds. at the end of the night you’re totally spent, you probably feel like you’re floating.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

do anything that could possibly hurt you. i mean, a few spanks and a light bit of choking is always included (if you’re okay with it of course) but he would keep it safe. that doesn’t mean that genya’s not up to try new things.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

genya is a giver, so he will always eagerly eat you out. in the beginning he was a bit sloppy but he learned quickly.

if you want to take care of him tho, he would gladly sit down and let you have your way. he would try to keep his eyes focused on you, his hands gently holding your hair while he thrusts inside your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

find you a man who can do both. that man is genya. it depends on the day, but he can switch without problem if you feel like it (:

in the beginning, genya kept his pace slow a bit scared of going to far ngl, but with a bit of communication things changed and he even got more confident.

genya loves showing off his skills, or maybe something new he learned and would surely pin you down and let you take it, but if he sees you’re uncomfortable or something he would stop right away.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

we all know that he’s busy with demon slayer duties, so of course there won’t always be time to take things slow and enjoy the moment to the fullest, y’know? that’s when genya is in for a quick round.

he would put your pleasure first nonetheless, he would never leave you unsatisfied.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

as i said, genya is willing to experiment new things in bed, but is he risky? i don’t think so, or at least if we’re talking about pretty dangerous stuff. he would listen to your propositions tho and try things out.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

genya can go for five full rounds, remember that he’s well trained. it’s up to you if you can keep up with him (; he can last long, but i think this too depends on his training as a demon slayer (we’re talking about people who can stop bleeding with their breathing..)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

[modern au]

i don’t think genya would personally own any, but he knows them and is familiar with yours. he uses them on you sometimes, he enjoys watching you squirm while he thrusts into you and keep the vibe on your puffy clit, your sweet moans filling the whole room.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

i don’t think he would tease you that much, but when he wants you to be in charge he silently hope you would tease him a lot, and you love to do so because the way he whimpers is priceless.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

grunts straight into your ear. he’s not timid, he moans without shame because he knows you love when he’s loud. he used to blush a lot in the beginning though (;

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

um well… he overstimulates you when he’s eating you out so you’ll grab his hair and try to push him away while squirming and whining desperately, unable to handle the pleasure. that way he’s just grab your thighs, holding you down and let you cum again on his tongue, with tears streaming down your cheeks and trembling legs.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

genya has a muscular body, we all know that. the way he is capable of keeping you in his arms while he fucks you against the wall 😮‍💨

but we’re not here for that i guess… he’s big alright, his shaft is long. he’s pretty thick too

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

as i said earlier, HIGH. genya wants to take you whenever he can, but will respect your boundaries of course. but if it’s okay for you, he will go on. he even begs for you, genya is desperate. and the way he gets feral? can’t have enough of you, you literally have to push him away, even kick him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

genya doesn’t fall asleep quickly, he doesn’t feel that much exhausted let’s be honest. but he would lie down with you, cuddle with you, and kissing you as he whispers how much he loves you. only once you fall asleep he would try to close his eyes and sleep too.

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. thank you so much for reading !!! <3

[backmuscles21]

We Want You

Recoms x Reader

Summary: You're the only doctor set aside for the recom soldiers, as you start to work with them, they fall in love. Now they want you in on their secret arrangement. More of how things started, or how I'd imagine they'd start. I finished the entire thing only to then realize I forgot our boy Mansk. I couldn't believe it but I'm too lazy to fix it.

Warnings: implied sexual content, mild sexual content, explicit language, dom/sub undertones, friends with benefits.

They hated having meetings with General Ardmore, it was all a bunch of bullshit, and it was always something stupid. Usually, it was about something they did wrong or not up to her standards or something new she needed them to follow up with. They had their order and those orders were to kill Jake Sully. They didn’t need this bitch telling them what they can and can’t do, they are top-level marines, they are good at their job, and that’s why they were chosen.

They all sat facing the General, none of them could care less, she babbled on until they heard the door open. That made them sit up straighter and wake up a little, they noticed this other Na’vi body, another avatar.

“This is (y/n). She is a combat medic and has her PhD. She only studied in human biology until she got here, and now she holds another PhD in Na’vi biology. She will be your doctor and go with you on missions. We’ve given her an avatar to better treat you recom soldiers. She will at times be out of the avatar body acting as her original position of doctor.”

“And why do we need her when we got him?” Lopez pointed at Ja.

“Ja is just a combat medic. A medic for humans. Na’vi bodies are different and on top of that, I heal both,” you explained.

You were sassy, Miles took a liking to you right away.

And that’s how this all started, you were their doctor, on the field and off. They got hurt they went to you, they were having a problem with their bodies, you helped them. They all grew to love you for what you did for them, massaging their muscles after they worked them too hard in the gym or even better stitching a cut they got from a mission.

They loved your hands on them, they loved when they got a scrape or a cut because they knew your hands would be their skin. Your hands would touch their warm skin as you cleaned their cuts and bandaged them.

“Okay, we have to talk.”

“Whatever about Lyle,” Walker asked more sarcastically.

Lyle rolled his eyes, “about doc.”

“What about her?” Lopez asked sitting down next to Walker and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“We have to let her in,” Lyle proposed.

“What? Let the doctor in on our arrangement. The girl blushes at the smallest of things. I bet she’s still a virgin,” Zdog joined in.

“She is amazing. I know you all like her too so don’t pretend. I see the way all y’all stare at her or how y’all talk about her after visiting her. And you Lopez, you stare at her ass the most,” Lyle explained.

Lopez laughed, “yeah, I’m first after you then Quaritch.”

“What about me,” Miles said as he walked into the Recom-only common room.

“List of who stares at the doctor’s ass the most,” Lopez confesses.

Miles smirked and let out a scoff, “and where did you rank me.”

“Third,” Prager said cooking some food for everyone.

Miles let out a chuckle, “and where did Lyle rank?”

“It’s up for debate, Lopez says first,” Ja said helping Prager.

“Lyle is pussy whipped for that girl, I’d say first,” Miles said.

“Are you guys ganging up on me now?” Lyle said pointing to his chest.

“Not right now, but maybe later if you’re a good boy. So, why did we start talking about the pretty doctor?” Miles asked watching as Lyle blushed lightly.

“Lyle wants her in,” Walker said looking at Miles.

“What does everyone else think? Do we let (y/n) in?”

The room was silent for a moment as everyone thought.

After a moment of silence, Miles spoke again, “I mean I would say yes. We all know she’s pretty and we all talk about her every time we see her and after every mission. And don’t think I don’t hear y’all moaning her name while jerking off.”

“Then let’s do it. Let’s have her join,” Prager said from across the room.

“Why the fuck not, we need more girls anyways,” Zdog said.

“Then it’s settled, she’s in. We tell her tomorrow,” Miles said as he saw everyone in agreeance.

When the next day came around though, they couldn’t find you, they looked everywhere but you weren’t around.

“Ardmore did say she was still a human doctor too maybe she’s in the human wing?” Ja said trying to find a new spot to look for you.

So that’s where they headed, off to the human medical wing. As they moved in, they had their breathing masks but still, they didn’t see your big blue body.

“Where on earth is this girl?” Walker asked.

“You guys are idiots. She’s an avatar, she still links in and out. She handles humans and Na’vi. She is probably in there with the white coats as a human,” Miles said.

“Our little doctor is a human still. We are definitely doing stuff to her while she’s human.”

“Shut the fuck up Lyle,” Lopez said.

That’s when Miles caught sight of you, you were stitching up someone’s leg, and you were smiling and laughing. He felt the jealousy pool in his stomach, you shouldn’t be with anyone but him. Your hair was so pretty, you were so small and frail, he wanted to feel your small hands on him.

The recoms stood outside waiting for you to finish with your patient before running in. Once you were wrapping his leg, Miles opened the bay doors and you looked up at him. The only reason he knew you were it was because your face was so similar to your Na’vi body, he stared at your eyes a lot.

“Quaritch? What are you doing here? Are you alright?”

“We need to speak to you.”

“I can’t leave, I’m helping people. I’m at work.”

“What time are you done?”

“Give me a few hours. Can you wait that long? Is it urgent at all?”

“No, we’ll wait. Meet us in the recom common room.”

“Gotcha,” you winked at him as you turned around.

He watched as you went to check on more patients and he left the med bay.

“So, what happened,” Walker asked with her head against the wall and arms crossed.

“She’s meeting us in a few hours in our common room.”

“Perfect, so why don’t we get the party started.”

The recoms headed back to their territory and waited for you, turns out them getting bored wasn’t great for them. Because soon enough they had their mouths on each other and as Lopez and Lyle fucked Walker and everyone else watched.

You finished your shift early, and your coworkers told you to go see what the recoms needed, that they couldn’t handle things. Your kind heart told them if they needed you or anything to just call, you’d keep your pager on and with you. You started to walk towards the recom rooms, only to turn around and go to the science room to link in first, being in your avatar body would be better.

You woke up already in the recom wing, you were closer to the common room now. You remember when you first met these guys, you didn’t really care for them, orders were orders. Now, you wanted them around all the time, they became really good friends of yours. These people were nice to you after a while and you could always be yourself with them, it made your heart swell for them.

You were at the door to the common room; you opened the door not even hearing your surroundings or smelling them for that matter. You were lost in thought about the recoms, you just barged in and what you saw shocked you.

“Uh, I’m sorry. I didn’t- I was um. I just- I’ll just go now.”

You turned around to leave, your brain was trying to process what you just witnessed. You felt a hand wrap around your bicep and pull you back until you hit a large firm chest. You looked up and into the eyes of none other than Miles Quaritch.

“This is actually what we wanted to talk to you about, Cupcake.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s say we have an arrangement all of us. We just so happen to all have needs and we all are attractive people who just happen to be into each other.”

“So, you guys are all dating?”

“Sorta.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Since before we became recoms. Not necessarily to this magnitude but we saw you and over time, we decided to let you in. if you want to, that is.”

“I-I um, I don’t know. I like all of you guys a lot. I learned to love being your doctor. And not that I found any of you unattractive or didn’t like any of you. In fact, I felt bad for harbouring multiple crushes on you guys and just knew nothing was going to come of it that it was a stupid dream.”

Miles' hands rested on your cheek, “It doesn’t have to be a stupid dream. We're right here Cupcake and all for you if you want in.”

“I want this. I want you guys. But I’m nervous. I’ve never done this. I don’t want to hurt anyone.” You were silent for a moment, “and I’ve never had sex before,” you whispered the last part so lowly but it didn’t matter, the sensitive Na’vi ears still picked it up.

“We know baby girl. I can read it all over your face,” Zdog smirks

You look down and blush with a large smile on your features, “I didn’t think I was that obvious.”

“You’re super fucking obvious,” Zdog said as she walked up to you and took your cheeks in her hands and kissed you.

You kissed back, pressing into her with force, you wanted more of her, God you hated to admit how into all of them you were.

“No, fair, Zdog got first dibs,” Lopez said.

“It was just a kiss Lopez relax.” Zdog looked down at your face in her hands. “Awe look at her, all flustered after one kiss, she’s going to be fun to fuck.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked at her with such doe eyes but they were filled with want.

“I had you pegged from day one, cupcake. You’re a subby brat. Zdog’s got a point, this will be fun,” Miles said as his hand came to rest on your hip.

“When did all this happen?” You asked stuttering over your words, your brain felt so cloudy.

“Before we became recom soldiers,” Miles answered.

“Why me?”

“Why not you, buttercup. I mean look at you, you’re gorgeous. Why wouldn’t we want to have you all to ourselves,” Lyle said with a smile as he walked up to you.

You hadn’t realized it but Lyle, Lopez and Walker had stopped what they were doing and got somewhat dressed. Lopez walked up to you as well, he placed his hands on your waist and looked down at you.

“We would never get better. If there was someone else that was going to join us, I’m glad it’s you.”

“I want in, I want to join. I want to be a part of this with you guys. I don’t want to dream it anymore, I want to be here with you guys,” your eyebrows furrowed as you basically whined in front of them. Your smile was wide, you saying it out loud made your brain realize what it wanted, you knew how much you wanted this.

“There she is, look at that dazzling smile,” Lyle said pulling you into a hug and kissing you.

“Lyle, take your hand off my butt, please and thank you.”

“What,” Lyle smirked as he took his hands off you, he had moved it down without you noticing.

“Come on, why not get started, let Lyle feel you up a bit,” Zdog said with a smirk.

“Let the poor girl settle in, we don’t have to fuck her right away,” Prager said from the couch.

“Look at the poor girl, she looks so embarrassed. Let her take her time to warm up and get a feel for the dynamic. It will take time before she is ready to engage in everything. I know it took me some time,” Ja agreed with Prager.

“Come on, Walker was the one that caught you two fucking, it wasn’t hard for you to adjust, you were already into dick,” Lopez smirked.

“You mean a dick,” Walker laughed.

“Real funny,” Ja said throwing a pillow at Lopez.

“Even better when we caught you two fucking,” Prager said.

“We barely kept that shit a secret,” Lopez said throwing the pillow back towards Ja and Prager.

“Yeah, ‘cause we caught you in a bathroom rearranging her guts,” Ja said blocking Lopez throwing the pillow back at him.

“You guys were fucking each other before the arrangement started?” You asked trying to piece everything together.

“Obviously. We didn’t just decide to fuck each other. It just happened that way because we all started breaking off to fuck each other usually in twos sometimes in threes. So, then we all knew that every one of us was fucking each other at some point. We figured why not make it more of an obvious thing, at this point we had all seen each other naked, it wasn’t any different. Maybe fucking while others watched was different but still,” Miles told you how everything started.

You nodded along.

“I came in after, they all started,” Zdog said joining in again.

“Yeah, you joined after we caught you eating Walker out in her room,” Lyle smirked.

“What can I say, I’m a lady’s woman,” Zdog said smiling.

“You’re a lesbian?”

“Obviously.”

“And you,” you said pointing to Walker.

“Bisexual.”

You nodded for a moment, “are any of you straight?” you said laughing slightly.

“Most of us are, we just happen to be casually fucking.”

“Casually fuc-“ you laughed, “you guys are crazy, but I still fucking love you guys. I don’t care how it started or why but I love everyone’s energy with each other.”

“Well, now that you’re in, stop fucking talking to that doctor that you were talking with in the lab when we came to see you,” Lopez said.

“What doctor?”

“With the grey hair and stupid face.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about there are many guys with gray hair that I work with.”

“Well then all of them, none of them can have you,” Miles said pulling you into his chest.”

“None of them had me to begin with. Even if they wanted to, it was always you guys.”

“Good, you’re ours now. Take your time getting used to us, let it happen naturally. Hear that boys, don’t try anything right off the bat.”

The recom soldiers all snickered.

“Then let’s get settled. Anyone up for a movie?” Prager said trying to lighten the mood.

[youling-the-ghost]

sfth incorrect quotes pt.7 because I haven't made these in *checks notes* ALMOST A WEEK?!?!

Sam: My hands are cold. Luke: Here, let me hold them. Sam: My lips are cold too. Luke: *covers Sam's mouth with his hand* Luke: I wasn’t that drunk. AJ: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important. Luke: BECAUSE YOU ARE! Tom: Mint is just cold spicy. The Squad: ... Sam: What the actual fuck is wrong with you.

Tom: Do you think different paints have different tastes? Luke: They do. AJ: ...Why did you say that with such certainty? Luke: Don’t say a word. Sam: Fergalicious. Luke: Sam, I said no words. Sam: Oh, I see how it works. Two weeks ago, we’re playing Scrabble, it’s not a word, now suddenly it is a word because it’s convenient for you. Sam, to the Squad: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Okay, that’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go. AJ: But how- Sam, ignoring him: "But how", you may ask. Well, easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say "no thanks". Luke: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down. (yes I'm continuing with the "Luke is an arsonist" bit) Sam: Look, Tom, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday. Luke: Fight me! AJ: Ha, look at your size! What are you gonna do, kick my ankle? *Later* Tom: Why is AJ crying? Sam: Luke kicked him really hard on the ankle. Police Officer: You have the right to remain silent. AJ: I choose to waive that right! AJ: *screams* Tom: Dude, I will never forgive Craigslist for banning me after I wrote a post seeking a sworn nemesis. Whoever reported that is obviously my nemesis but I was so pissed. Sam: Hey! Tom: What do you want? Sam: Remember what we were talking about yesterday? Tom: Nope. Tom: Be kind. Everyone is fighting their own battles. Luke: Why would I be kind? I will be brutal and relentless and ride into battle by their side! AJ & Luke: *"accidentally" set the kitchen on fire* AJ: We need an adult! Luke: AJ, you are an adult! AJ: We need an adultier adult! Get Tom! Tom: Sam, keep an eye on Luke today. He's going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. Sam: Sure, I'd love to see Luke getting punched. Tom: Try again. Sam, sighing: I will try to stop Luke from getting punched. AJ: So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed my car? Luke: Well we were driving and there was a deer in the road, so I said "Sam, deer!" AJ: ...And what did Sam do? Luke: ...He said "Yes, Honey?" (when gay chicken goes too far, but not in the way you were expecting) Sam: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt? Tom: Tom: Why are you eating dirt? Sam: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question. Luke: I hate Sam. Tom: Don’t say hate. That is a mean word. Luke: Fine, I LOATHE Sam. ("Sam is full of shit." - Luke Manning, Discord Q&A, 2024) Sam: There is no i in happyness... Tom: There is if you fucking spell it right. Luke: watching their house burn down Luke: Luke: *starts filming* Waddup, guys, welcome to my vlog, today's topic: how to get away with accidentally committing arson because you forgot Spaghetti O's cans are metal and thus non-microwavable! Step one: deny everything. (I'm determined to make arsonist!Luke a reccuring joke) Tom: Go ahead, Sam. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry. AJ: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation. Sam: All right, AJ, that’s it, you’re grounded! I found a rap album hiding under your bed and it was the clean version. I didn’t raise you to be such a nerd! AJ: I’m not even your kid- ("I get my motherfricking baby back, baby back-") Sam: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl. Luke: Okay. Sam: And make out during the scary parts. Luke: Th- Luke: The scary parts. Luke: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl. Sam: You guys worried about Tom? AJ: Totally! Luke: Yeah, he called me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "what do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?" Sam: And what'd you say? Luke: "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno." AJ: Sam: He's lucky to have you as a friend. Some guy, to Luke: Look at you! All cute and small! I could just eat you up! Luke: *proceeds to kick them in the shin and run away* Sam, walking past: Rule number 1, don't call Luke cute or small.

[zhongyeet-me-to-the-moon]

How they ask you out part 2

Part 1 --> x.

Masterlist --> x.

Parings: Wanderer/scara, Tighnari, Alhaitham x gn!reader (separate)

Type: bullet points

Warnings: none I think?

Probably a part 3 if you wanna, or just cause I simp over too many characters in this game.

Wanderer/scaramouche

He wouldn’t verbally ask you out at first. It actually ends up being revealed to be a date in the middle of said date.

Just the occasional, “get up, I need to go to town to get this.” or a simple “follow me.”

It would never be something overtly a date, just simple shopping dates, or “needing to stretch my legs is all” walks.

it would never extend past that for a while, and he was content with that.

It takes a lot of convincing from the traveler and Nahida that he should ask you out.

And a lot more encouragement in himself to actually do it.

It would start out the usual.

“Nahida asked for us to help out with the next festival. C’mon, I want to get this done before dinner.”

“Nahida’s really been running you around lately huh?” As this was the third errand this week that “Nahida” has brought you on.

“Yeah....it’s been a real pain.”

You gather supplies and place them near the underground bazzare. You planned on leaving for the night after that, but the “goodbye” never happened

He led you to stands to look at the food and knick knacks, before eventually stopping at a restaurant. You thought maybe it was to get more supplies, but you found yourself sitting down.

The conversation was much, but you found it’s often more comfortable sitting in silence with Wanderer than not. (often due to people thinking he’s picking on you when you converse in public).

Eventually the food arrived, and he just began eating, eventually you just had to ask. “Is there....a reason we’re here?”

“What do you mean what reason? We’re eating aren’t we?”

....

“Wait is this a date?”

“Took you long enough moron.”

After that It’s sortve code that “running errands” is his way of asking you on a date.

Tighnari

Would make it sound like your idea

He’s very open about his liking of you to Collei and Cyno.

If you worked for the rangers it’d be mainly his conundrum of work place relationships and how serious he should or shouldn’t pursue it.

If you’re just a bystander the problem would then be how busy he is with work.

Either way he seems to find a reason not to ask you out.

“You could just do something simple like write a letter to them, maybe something anonymous for now? Like a secret admirer!”

“I’m a ranger Collei not a poet.”

“Doesn’t the saying go “The way to a person’s heart is through their stomach?”

“But if I want to make a good impression it’d have to someplace in Sumeru city, do you know how long it takes to make reservations to some of those places?”

If you aren’t oblivious though it’s pretty obvious his banter towards you is more than a little flirty. The eye rolls around you guys are also very obvious.

You offer to stay after and help him organize new plant samples

"Why do a lot of these look like they're shaped like hearts."

"Do they? Hm. What a coincidence." Continues to write down paperwork so you don't seem him smirking

All according to plan

"Don't tell me this is you're corny attempt at flirting."

"Who Said I was flirting? They were simply the easiest samples to obtain. Do.....do you want it to be flirting?"

Pfft. Someone help this fox. His tail twitches at the snort you gave and he fights the urge to look at your face for a certain reaction.

"Well if it is an attempt at flirting, the next logical step would be a date-"

"I thought you'd never ask. How about drinks tomorrow after work?"

Alhaitham

Plan plan plans. To a T this man sets up the perfect walk in.

Surprise date man. Another person who doesn’t ask, just wants to woo you.

Rents out the entire bottom bazziare (I forgot what that’s called, the place with the underground stage lol)

It’s a late night in the library, originally another all nighter studying for classes. 

“How about we stretch our legs for a bit.” He suggests, it’s a bit out of left pocket, and he notes the small quirk of your eyebrow when the suggestion is given. You still agree non the less.

Making your way around town, he starts a conversation that leads you to wander with him taking the lead, not paying any mind to where he’s leading you as you’re wrapped up in a topic he knew would distract you.

It takes you a moment to realize he isn’t following you anymore before noticing your surroundings.

The bizzare was decked out with paper lanterns on the floor and atop the vines, an orchestra begins playing upon Al haithams request. Any street vender that was working that night brought out food, placed upon a picnic blanket just in front of the stage before making their exit.

“As much as I would love to hear you go on about this matter, I do believe we came out here to take a break from such subjects.”

He stretches an arm out for you to take, which of course you do, before leading you to the picnic blanket, sitting down with you and pouring wine.

Smooth ass mother fucker.

[thekingofthenameless]

Is Arthur a character in TKN, and if he is, what kind of role does he play? I know Uther is the Villain King of the story, and I was curious on how you planned to portray Arthur, if at all? 👀

Thanks for the ask! :D

For reference, this is Uther’s appearance in TKN!

He may look cool, but trust me, he’s not a good person at all.

He’s charming (superficially), lacking empathy and a sense of guilt, a pathological liar, inclined to psychologically manipulate, bold, impulsive, narcissistic, arrogant, inclined to violence…

The list goes on, and it’s because he’s a psychopath. The word is overused and misused, but I mean it in the (current) true definition. It can be caused by “genetic and environmental issues, such as neglect or abuse by parental figures”, from Wikipedia’s article covering it.

A few risk factors are also “family history, parental neglect, abuse, or psychological manipulation of the affected child”. And depending on how I characterize his father, Constantine (The Third possibly, but idk lol), he could’ve been a sweetheart who was abused into becoming a monster, or he was the monster all along.

Either way, he destroys everyone around him, intentionally or not. He harbors secret hate towards Merlin and Charlie, because neither of them are like him at all, besides both being blatantly magic.

Realizing there’s so much I haven’t thought about…

Back in Daylight’s Redemption: Emerald Embers, Merlin had been living at Camelot for 100 years when the story started (separated from Charlie at that point; I’ll say more about that in a different post). The order of the kings I had was Vortigern, Constantine, Uther, and Arthur. Vortigern is the only one who isn’t explicitly related to them, but he was who I was going with.

The order of the kings still makes sense to me? But I don’t know how long Merlin and Charlie would’ve been living at Camelot before “present day”. T_T

Anyways, Uther is a sun coded character, like Merlin is subtly moon coded with his earrings!

Camelot has the sun as its insignia, making Merlin’s moon motifs seem like he’s rebelling against the royals’ authority. (He is. Secretly.)

Merlin actually had moon motifs back in Daylight's Redemption, to match Morgana! But when I started The King of the Nameless, I wasn't sure who the brutal sun character would be for a while, since at the "beginning" of the story, Morgana isn't even alive yet. And of course, she isn't the Morgana from Tales of Arcadia. (I'll talk more about her later.) Ignore the tag for Morgana lol; that's for ToA's version, not mine.

Finaly had a stroke of genius and decided it would be Uther! That was before he'd been designed lol, so now that he was going to have that coding, I wanted to finally give him one.

It was... difficult. He was being a bitch to design along with just. being a bitch in general. Forgot he was supposed to be 25, so I kept making dudes in their 40s in the game Dragon's Dogma, and I also couldn't decide if I wanted him to be handsome or ugly. To past me, “the first option would show that evil people can be handsome too, but I don't still don’t want people simping for him. The second option might make it unintentionally seem like 'Oh of course he’s evil! He’s ugly!’”

Made a poll asking if I should make him handsome or ugly, and handsome won! After that, I think I finally gave up and commissioned Merlin's first artist, using some references at the bottom of the post.

That's how his design finally came to be!

Then after that, his backstory that I really need to update at some point went through multiple revisions.

Idea 1: Listened to “Monster” from Epic the Musical and thought of him not always being evil until his father died; (magically related, presumably) he saw his brother, Aurelius, who was the older brother and king at this point in time, struggling under the weight of the crown and blamed it on magic doing this. Then as he grew up with Merlin as one his mentors, he realized that Merlin was insane (read: mentally ill) and felt like he was losing him, and presumed his magic did it to him.

His brother died, and his feelings towards magic taking everything from him only increased. Logical solution is, of course, eradicating magic completely so no one else would get hurt because of it (and starting with murdering Merlin). I had no idea how that would fit in with Igraine.

I didn't want to retcon Uther’s character, but I also thought a kind character becoming a monster was peak. I had no idea who a different character could be though.

Idea 2: Constantine sucked ass and Merlin basically raised Uther, but the latter's biological father still managed to get into Uther’s head that Merlin was crazy. That cued the complicated feelings of not wanting the one who raised him to die, while also thinking he needed to be put out of his misery so he wouldn't suffer anymore, and the misguided offspring betrayal. Seemed like a tragic villain at this point, and once again couldn't figure out how to make Igraine fit. He also started planning the magical genocide behind Merlin’s back because he knew that Merlin would never agree, and his reasoning was that magic took his father and brother, and he wouldn’t let that happen to anyone else.

Idea 3: Make Aurelius the asshole brother to fit the previous two ideas. Or Uther was still an asshole and he was dead. Or he faked his death or something.

@danhengsbestie and I got mixed up while talking about the third idea, and she thought I meant make Uther good and Aurelius evil, but I meant keep Uther evil and Aurelius good. She liked his design and though he could be a good guy, and that I could give him a more heroic treatment. I disagreed because if you know what he did to Igraine (and Gorlois afterwards) in the Legends, then you know.

Made another poll. Uther won, so that's what I kept.

If anyone wants to hear more about Uther, and Igraine, Gorlois, and that whole situation, send me an ask? 👀 There's some dark things there so I'd put it in a separate post so people can avoid it if they need to. Also this is getting a bit long even without their designs and things...

Ending Uther's bit with this: something funny about Charlie’s personality changing is that at one point Uther hated him for “being like him (and he doesn’t realize it)” but now their personalities are vastly different lol.

Compared to Uther’s above traits, Charlie’s serious, brave, protective (of Merlin), compassionate (towards Merlin), as well as fierce but loving and loyal, who sometimes takes a little bit longer to care about people than Merlin due to personality differences. He'll readily state his opinions and start arguments without caring, as well as having no qualms about staring people down while gauging their personality and threat level. Was at first completely normal but is now Fucked Up too.

Arthur:

I... have no official design for this dude yet. But like in many of the Legends, he's the son of Uther and Igraine! He's also the older sister of Morgana.

These are just a few of his portrayals in media, in order: King Arthur by Charles Ernest Butler, N. C. Wyeth's title page illustration for The Boy's King Arthur (1922), The Sword in the Stone (1963), The Quest for Camelot, Once Upon A Time, Merlin (2008), and Tales of Arcadia.

These are a couple of beta designs I made before I realized I wanted him to look younger, like his father, and these are also from before Uther got designed lol.

I also made a couple of Picrews for him, but now when I look at them I'm like: "Why are you white."

Because this is the color swatch I picked directly from Morgana's skin, and while her original artist said she could be any race or gender I wanted since she was designed to be ambigious, I went with her being Greek after @honeyxmonkey suggested it!

Decided to attempt another design for him while making this post, and I'm not set on it, but for now this is him lol.

I think he looks like Krel from Tales of Arcadia. 💀

Anyways, onto his portrayal!

Or former portrayal. Apparently most of this is not updated information. I'm so sorry to disappoint lol.

Some of this is a combination of Daylight’s Redemption and TKN content.

DR, January: I was thinking about Arthur struggling with trusting his magic his whole life because of Uther’s upbringing, in spite of Merlin and Morgana proving that magic can be good instead of doing an abrupt 180 as soon as Guinevere dies. Because most fics either have him hating magic the whole fic regardless of logical timelines, or have the 180, but I was thinking the struggle would be interesting because it contrasted Gwen, who’s loved magic her whole life and he loves her, Merlin, and Morgana enough to keep trying to fight his father’s opinions drilled into.

Then it’s all thrown down the drain when Bellroc stabs him and the Order makes him the Green Knight.

And Gwen dying also pushed him over the edge of after all his trying and launching the genocide out of grief despite Merlin and Morgana’s pleas.

TKN, January: Despite me starting to change the newly titled writing into a book, Guinevere was still dead due to magical means, and Arthur still started the genocide out of grief.

February: I realized Merlin being more open with his emotions meant he actually told people about his visions, which made it even more gutwrenching when Merlin told Arthur about his vision of the latter committing the magical genocide, and he was so grief stricken he did it anyways because he felt like Uther was right about everything he taught him despite him being dead for years at this point.

March: He was going to be one of four of Merlin’s adopted kids: him, Guinevere, Morgana, and Mordred. Which is very weird compared to now, where Merlin only has Charlie as his adopted kid lol. I’ll elaborate more on him and Charlie in an ask @gaylightisminetocommand sent!

Arthur was adopted first because Uther was severely lacking as a father figure (to say the least). Guinevere came to Camelot every summer to hopefully become friends with Arthur because the two were betrothed (Swan Princess, anyone?). And they did bond pretty much immediately! Morgana was adopted because at that point, she also lived in Camelot, and Uther was just as amazing with her. Same with Mordred.

Currently: Something that will stay the same from my most recent version is Arthur being nicer than some portrayals, such as Once Upon A Time, where, according to the casting call, is “a good and just ruler who, beneath the surface, is a master manipulator who can carry a grudge to the grave, and maybe beyond. He harbors an eternal burning love for Guinevere that can lean toward being a bit... controlling.”, or Tales of Arcadia, where he enacts a magical genocide after Guinevere dies. (Back then, this was because of Merlin’s influence, but if that stays the same Merlin will be more of a mentor figure than a parental one.)

Also, Mordred is still going to be related to him, but he isn’t his son like the Legends. Especially not through his mother being Morgana (or Morgause depending on the version). They’re both Arthur’s half-sisters, and there won’t be any incest in TKN at all. Mordred also won’t bring around the end of Camelot lol. I think.

Also also, he’s a great older brother to Morgana, and he and Guinevere actually have a wholesome marriage! He never has any lovers besides her, and they rule Camelot as equals.

To apologize for the lack of information, I’m also going to yap about Guinevere and Morgana!

Guinevere:

I actually have more of a set design for her!

I could've SWORN she's usually blonde at first, so I made that design first, but most images I found depict her with brown hair. So now… I can’t decide if I like blonde or brunette better. 😭

Back in January, when I was first coming up with new ideas, I thought of Morgana being a teenager instead of a grown woman like usual, and at this point, she was the child produced by ahem. The if you know thing. Her being so much younger when Uther died and being the result of the Uther thing™️ instead of Arthur caused her a lot of insecurity, but Guinevere didn’t care about the circumstances of her birth because it wasn’t her fault, and basically became an older sister to her. When she died, Morgana was shattered.

Debated on if I was going to keep her dead or not as I went through more revisions, and finally decided not to :] She’s gonna live!!!

Back when Merlin had four kids, I was debating on if he possibly would have three instead, since her just coming every summer might not be enough for him to be a dad to her. At the very least, they’d have been friends.

In her current version, she still loves Morgana, and she’s an older sister figure to her like before. And a line in God Games from Epic: the Musical applies to her: “Never once has he cheated on his wife”. The Lancelot affair destroying the round table doesn’t occur, and we love a loyal queen!

Morgana:

Like Merlin, she’s gone through a few design changes.

This was her first design! And I still think she looks cute :) It’s very different from her current one though lol.

This was way back when I first started TKN! I was thinking of inverting Arthur and Morgana’s usual designs, and making him have black hair, and her have blonde hair.

I’ll go through her ton of backstory changes like Merlin and Charlie first and reveal her design at the end!

As I said, originally, she was Uther’s daughter produced by that, a bastard child because Uther wasn’t married to her mother. He hated her because of it, even though it was the consequences of his own actions.

In the og Arthurian Legends, the result was Arthur, but I forgot which sibling it was, so I had to Google it, and I also wanted Morgana angst. Uther also treated her like shit for having magic; she was eight when it first started.

He only let Merlin train her in magic so she wouldn’t become a monster, but unbeknownst to them, he was secretly sending assassins in attempts to rid himself of her (and he might have done it to Merlin too).

Also I wasn’t very smart lol, because then I couldn’t decide if she or Arthur was going to be Igraine’s child but… in Arthurian Legends they’re both her kids. I thought they were half-siblings through Uther, not her. That’s part of why Morgana was the bastard child first, but then I couldn’t decide which one it was going to be, and apparently. I didn’t have to and I’m just stupid.

Like how I forgot Arthur was the original child by Uther in the Legends. 😭 But in my defense, I may have been thinking of BBC Merlin where they were actually half-siblings through Uther.

After my realization, I was thinking about how Merlin would become Morgana’s surrogate father because of her being Igraine and Gorlois’ daughter, and Uther wouldn’t have any claim to take her to Camelot that way; so maybe they would actually die of old age later on, and then she was taken to Camelot. (Uther was possibly still alive because he was forcing Merlin to keep him immortal. Idk. Or Arthur and Gwen were ruling Camelot by then and he wantsd to take in the half-sister he’s never met.) So anyways, she latched onto Merlin because he was nice just like her parents were, and he was magic just like her, and as much as her parents had loved her, they had never known what it was to be magic in a world that hated you.

But then @danhengsbestie said killing them off was rude lol.

Then I thought that maybe actually she could start coming to Camelot every summer or something so Merlin could teach her magic. And then she has three parents.

When Guinevere dies, she and Arthur were both heartbroken, and her grief got even worse when Arthur launched the genocide against magical beings despite her and Merlin’s pleas.

She couldn’t take being in the castle after Gwen’s funeral, and she goes out to the forest, where my equivalent of the Arcane Order at this point found her.

“Nari” sensed her soul and how much pain she was in, and they decide that her grief and young age makes her a prime target for them.

They easily manipulate her into being their pawn, and the “fight” between Merlin and her was him getting her to stand down after he tells her who they truly are.

But no one else was taking her unintentional betrayal well…

Well, that was wild. It’s gonna get even worse with Merlin and Charlie’s post lollll.

Another idea I had was Morgana getting a prosthetic arm later, like how ToA Morgana got the prosthetic hand.

And a day later, I found an adoptable that I decided was perfect! I was so glad they (designed to be an ambiguous gender as well as race lol) were still available, because I would’ve been crushed. 😭 I couldn’t believe nobody had snagged them.

They didn’t have a name either when I got them lol, but I saw them and I was like “Ohh that’s beautiful!! WAIT THAT WOULD BE A PERFECT MORGANA DESIGN”

I thought it was hilarious that I had the idea for her to have a prosthetic arm and then not even a day later bam. art.

I still have to figure out how she loses her arm and part of her left ear, along with getting the scars on her face.

The one thing that’s stayed consistent about her is being a lesbian! :D Like ToA’s is.

Back when Uther was still her stepfather, I had an idea for him being so despicable that he yelled at Morgana after she lost her arm for being that “careless” when she’d just woken up at Camelot after passing out from the blood loss and being bandaged up. Yeah that definitely won’t happen now.

I wasn’t actually going to make her Greek at first, but when I was making a reference sheet for her, her skin color came out as various shades of brown when I used a color picker tool. Before, I thought she was white because of the lighting. I thought it was my mistake, so I asked her original artist if he had a possible race for her, and he said I could decide.

Like I said, @honeyxmonkey suggested her being Greek after saying she looked vaguely Latina lol, and I ran with it! I also made a few Picrews of her during the figuring out her race part, and you can see how she changed! The third one is actually still a little bit lighter than her color swatch lol.

Oh also, she gets a familiar eventually! :D Her name is Willa!

Since Charlie is one of the biggest animal familiars currently existing, she’ll definitely be smaller than him, but other than that I don’t have a current size for her lol.

Artist credits: Soberana Art (on Artstation) MuriWorks (on DeviantArt), inn13art (on DeviantArt)

Picrew credits: brightgoat, romanapologist/hotvanilla, baydews

Links to their individual posts, if applicable: Uther reveal, Original Uther concepts, Uther design poll, Uther moral alignment poll, Original character, (1, 2,) Young Arthas Menethil, 3rd Uther reference), King Arthur, N. C. Wyeth's illustration, The Sword in the Stone Arthur, The Quest for Camelot Arthur, Once Upon A Time Arthur, BBC Arthur, ToA Arthur, ADOPTABLE - Machine Amongst the Flowers (on DeviantArt) Willa (on DeviantArt). (also a few more links throughout the post lol)

Taglist: @gaylightisminetocommand, @the-arson-author-gamer, @honeyxmonkey, @danhengsbestie, @falki-of-the-vanir

[goodlucktai]

all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

wild heart au

read on ao3

x

Sanji has known Sabo for much less than a month, but he’s already become one of the very last people on earth that Sanji could imagine crying. He’s too big for that, too tough—the kind of boy Sanji’s brothers would admire, probably, one who isn’t afraid to dig in with his heels and fight dirty and use his teeth to win. Nothing like the weak-willed, tender-hearted, soft-skinned failure of the Germas. 

But Sabo’s eyes are red and puffy, for the split second Sanji gets a glimpse of them, and it’s shocking. The older boy turns his back on the rest of them, crouching by the fire and prodding it viciously with a stick. Ace, who saw where Sanji’s gaze got stuck, folds his face into an impressive scowl. 

“Don’t ask,” he says, in a tone that implies it is not a suggestion. 

“I won’t,” Sanji says quickly, hands clutching on the strap of his bag anxiously. Ace clocks it with a flick of his dark eyes and scoffs, but before Sanji can decide how he feels about it one way or another, Luffy’s arm stretches past him to give Ace a solid shove.

“We can only have one sad brother at a time!” Luffy declares. It seems like he can’t decide if he should whisper or shout, but Sanji secretly doesn’t think Luffy would know how to keep his voice down if someone held a gun to his head, so the result is a normal talking voice in a weird pitch. “Don’t make Sanji feel bad, too, or I’ll hit you!”

“You wanna die?” Ace grumps back, bearing his teeth like one of the animals they hunt for dinner, but he capitulates surprisingly easily. Sabo’s mood seems to have knocked him off-kilter. That’s probably why he doesn’t argue the brother comment. 

Sanji is pretty sure the older boys don’t like him very much, but Luffy makes up for it. Luffy isn’t quiet or shy about the things he hates or the things he likes, and Sanji would have to be deaf and blind to miss how much Luffy likes him. 

It makes him willing to put up with Ace and Sabo’s bad attitudes—willing to spend his free time climbing a mountain, picking his way carefully to the edge of the dense, looming rainforest, and cook meals for a group that is two-thirds suspicious and ungrateful—because then he’ll get to see Luffy’s big, silly smile. 

Sanji is quickly learning that he would do almost anything to see that. 

“His family is stupid,” Luffy pipes up. “They have all these weird ideas that Sabo should be like them , even though he’s already like somebody—he’s like Sabo. And they do mean things when he doesn’t pretend the way they want him to—today they forgot his birthday on purpose.”

He’s not being quiet enough; Sanji can see Sabo hearing every word. But Ace doesn’t shut him up, and Sanji can guess why. The tension in Sabo’s shoulders is unwinding, until he doesn’t look so much like a creature curled up to defend itself against a kick. Suddenly he’s just Luffy’s smart-aleck big brother again, who’s sitting slouched by the fire because he’s a little tired, or a little sad. And he’s listening to the inane ramblings of a scrawny seven-year-old boy as if they mean something very important to him. 

Luffy lifts his hand to cup the side of his mouth, inviting Sanji in on a secret, because he still thinks he’s being sneaky. Sanji feels a burst of fondness in his chest that he can’t help, like his insides are nestled in a warm stove, and leans in agreeably. 

“I don’t know why anybody who was lucky enough to have a Sabo would want him to be anything but Sabo. Sabo’s the best! Don’t tell Ace, though.”

Ace’s hackles go up. He doesn’t actually have porcupine quills but he might as well since he bristles just like one and makes it painful for anybody who sticks their hand too close to him. But then Sabo makes a smothered sound, shoulders shaking with laughter that he’s trying to keep behind his hand, and it defangs Ace instantly. 

He still calls Luffy a brat and cuffs him on the head as he walks by. It’s gentle by their standards, and Luffy’s skull just bounces with the motion like a volleyball, but Sanji pats him gently in the same spot just to be sure. 

Luffy reaches up to cling to his hand and beams up at him, this little pocket-sized star. 

“What are you going to cook for us today?” he asks enthusiastically, and the mention of food has his brothers looking over, too. Sabo is still a little pale and quiet, but his icy blue eyes aren’t flinching away from the rest of them anymore. 

Sanji can’t help but think about it, though, when he’s lying awake in his bunk on The Orbit later that night. And he thinks about it when he gets up and makes his way down into the kitchen. There is usually still one or two people milling about even at this hour, and the baker gives him permission to use the oven as long as he promises to clean up after himself, and that’s how, at something like two o’clock in the morning, Sanji finds himself looking at a birthday cake that got away from him.

It’s three tiers, the sponge infused with pineapple, with a spread of filling between each layer that’s as thick and tart as a jam, and the whole of it is covered evenly in white buttercream frosting with a fluffy blue border piped around the top and bottom. He doesn’t add any extra embellishments, because he’s certain the boy it’s for won’t appreciate it, but he wants Sabo to know it’s for him and not something extra Sanji just took off a shelf. So he pipes that signature crossed-out S on the top and then boxes the whole thing up and sticks it in the fridge before he can second-guess himself anymore. 

The next morning, after a few fitful hours of sleep, he drops the cake off at the Party Bar, red-faced and embarrassed. The owner of the bar is a kind woman Luffy took Sanji to meet once in his chaotic, haphazard way that feels more like he’s just showing off his favorite things than introducing people. Makino seems to be the brothers’ point of contact for things like fresh milk and shoes without holes, and takes their rude comings and goings with the patience of a saint. 

She looks a little confused to have a big pastry box shoved into her hands by a relative stranger, but kindly promises to pass it along when Sanji is able to mumble out who it’s for, and at that point Sanji bolts out the door. 

He almost gets away with it. Maybe. He probably should have just stayed on the ship all day if he really wanted to hide, but his seniors on the staff are still adamant about keeping him away from the clientele for his own safety. 

So he’s crouched by the tidepools, watching colorful, spiny creatures living without a clue or a care how big the world is outside their tiny little place in it, when he’s tackled to the ground. 

Sanji gets a mouthful of sand and coughs and hacks and yells without looking, “Luffy!” Because there’s only one insane rubber boy who would rocket himself across the beach in an affectionate full-body slam for no other reason than to get to his hug faster. 

“You made Sabo a cake!” he shouts, like he’s trying to let the whole island know about it. “He won’t say it, but thank you, thank you! We ate the whole thing!” 

When Sanji is finally able to squint his eyes open, past the grit on his face and the sun pointing down on top of him, he’s able to make out Luffy’s blond brother standing over them. Sabo’s staring down at Sanji like he’s never seen anyone like him before. He doesn’t look unhappy or annoyed, he looks like he hasn’t decided how to look at him at all. 

Sanji shoves at Luffy until he gets the hint and lets him up. Only he gets the hint in his overly-enthusiastic Luffy way, and hauls Sanji to his feet with gusto, both his hands wrapped tight around one of Sanji’s arms. He’s very quick to grab onto people. Sanji isn’t sure he knows the first thing about how to let go. 

“Why?” Sabo demands. 

Because Sanji used to get birthday cake. He remembers being very little, lifted up into mama’s warm arms when she was still strong enough to lift him. He remembers the fragrant smell of her hair as she cuddled him close and carried him over to a beautiful little dessert.

“Make a wish,” she would tell him. “Keep it a secret so it comes true.”

Sanji is grown up now and knows those things are for children. And he knows that Sabo is so much stronger than Sanji is, and braver, and rebels against his family right to their faces in a way that Sanji would never, ever be brave enough to copy even if he lived for a million years. Sabo almost definitely doesn’t miss birthday cakes, of all things. 

But Sanji remembers how loved he felt when mama held him up to blow out the candles. The absence of that feeling carved a hole inside him that never went away. He isn’t anyone important to Sabo, but he’s someone who can give him a cake. 

He doesn’t know how to say any of that. All he says, more to the scars on his hands than to anyone else, is, “My family was mean, too.”

For a brief moment, neither of the brothers say anything. Then two skinny arms latch themselves around his waist—wrapping twice, then three times more than human arms are capable of. Luffy’s frowning up at him with that petulant expression he wears when he’s been wronged. 

But Sabo is the one who says, “Take me to them someday and I’ll beat them up.”

Sanji’s knee-jerk reaction is one of anxiety. “No, um, that’s okay. My brothers are really strong. And my dad is really scary.”

“I’ll be stronger and scarier,” Sabo announces unremarkably, folding his arms. “And I’ll have Ace,” he adds, like that’s his trump card. It’s not a bad trump card. Fighting Ace is like fighting a force of nature, or a rabid coyote. Most sensible people turn and run. 

“And me!” Luffy announces. 

“You aren’t going anywhere near my dad,” Sanji is quick to shoot him down, heart racing just thinking about Judge putting his hands on sunny, smiling Luffy. He would—he doesn’t know what he would do. But he would do something. He would go crazy. 

Luffy swells like an offended little toad, with probably plenty to say at being left out of this make-believe conflict that’s never actually going to happen in real life. 

Before he can burst with whatever silliness he’s got to say, Sanji cuts in with, “So you liked the pineapple filling in the cake?”

It cuts the wind right out of Luffy’s sails. Food always distracts him. He blinks a few times, absorbing the question, then says, “Yes! It was the best cake I’ve ever had! Ace said so, too!”

Sabo looks like he’s decided how he wants to look at Sanji now. It’s the way Luffy’s brothers both look at him. It’s the way people watch stupid puppies too clumsy for their big ideas tumble enthusiastically into trouble—funny for a few seconds, and then it’s your responsibility to pick them up and put them back on their feet, and they’re lucky they’re worth all the trouble. 

Sabo looks like he’s decided Sanji is worth the trouble.

[kabartmatzu]

Oookaaay… Here is Marinette Dupain-Cheng aka Ladybug. There is not many doodles like in Chloe’s drawing because I didn’t want to lol. I worked on Ladybug waay before Chloe and I tried so many designs and I worked on this drawing for days because of my job so I kinda got bored of drawing her. But I will draw her more later, dw!

Now I want to tell a little about my design choices rather than her story. She is not so different from show anyway. I deleted her creepiness and made her “not wearing same outfit everyday”. Lmao. Also she talks a lot about fashion in every kind of situation. She is a talented person in many kind of things. She is kind, friendly and cares about others more than herself. I kept her clumsiness but not as annoying as in the show. She is late to school not because she over sleeps but because she spends so much time on her clothing I thought. She got miraculous on high school but story takes time in their university years. Nino is her high school friend. She met with Alya in university. They are roommates in dorm.

So there are rules I follow when I design their hero outfits. Like keep the eyes same as kwamii’s eyes. And there are some features every holder keeps. I mean for all the Ladybug users, they’ve got that black dot on their head and they can’t cover it. That’s why her fringe (?) is short. Also Marinette would like her hair out of her way. Or they get elytra and wings. Yes she got wings so does Queen Bee ( even tho i forgot to draw ) but they can’t fly I thought. They just can glide with them because wings are not big enough for a human to fly. Or Cat users always get ears. All users get sharper faces so they become unrecognizable also their skin tone changes a little. Ladybug users get redder Bee users get yellower etc.

So for Marinette I tried giving her Chinese symbols like some other redesigns. I would like to show it but I can’t get it thanks to Autodesk getting crushed :/ I like that design but still I didn’t went with that. I felt like it doesn’t help with the secret identity thing. So I went with reds over black like real ladybugs. 🐞 I also wanted white dots a lot because of, again, real ladybugs. But I didn’t like them so I added circles over black dots. I am not sure if it looks too complicated but I kinda liked them. Yellow would be good too with red and black but every character would have yellow on them if I did so. Chat Noir and Hawkmoth has yellow details in my redesigns that you will see in the future. (Kinda want to give that they are related they are son and father thing with same yellow lines. I thought its cute.) Queen Bee is also yellow soo I didn’t add yellow on Ladybug. Two stripes on her hips for ladybug’s third set of legs if that makes sense. Her legs and arms are black because ,again, ladybugs are like that. I also thought she added her ladybug thing on her neck after seeing Cat Noir’s bell hehehe. I like pig tails but I really wanted “antennas” to come from her hair so I changed them into buns and I kinda liked them.

Also about her earrings looking like triangles, in my version kwamiis can shapeshift and miraculouses are kind of a part of them so they also can change miraculouses looks. So Marinette has shapeshifting earrings so she doesn’t have to keep buying new earrings lmaoo. It is also good for hiding their identity!

For her powers I will make a post and explain my version of the power system so I will explain her powers there but let me tell you no.miraculous.ladybuging. No fixing every damage. No. Also her yoyo will have more abilities so does other users weapons. I don’t think I will keep the communication thing where they use them as phones. But I want yoyo to has the abilities in the 2D version. Like using it as smoke bomb or as a shield. Her elytra is also like a shield but she can’t take it in her hand. It always stays in her back. Or she can separate her yoyo from middle and make it kinda like nunchucks. I will draw those to explain better.

Also… I am not sure how she will use her creation power. I mean she creates something with her yoyo i mean lucky charm. But Chat Noir looks like he gets his destruction power from his ring. Did you get what I mean? I thought maybe Marinette should get the thing she created from her earrings and make all other users like that but like how Queen Bee’s venom will work then? Or Rena Rouge’s power?? I am not sureee. Maybe I should make them all use their weapons to use their powers or I can make all of them different? Any idea?

[enhaloverss]

Do you hate me? pt. 1

There we are, the day I’m being transferred is here. I can’t believe I’m actually leaving Beauxbâtons to go to Hogwarts. Everything sounds so weird to me, new school, new friends, new classes. I can’t lie I’m actually stressed about it all and not ready for this new chapter of my life to begin but I don’t really have a choice do I?

If only my brother didn’t go to Hogwarts and didn’t get fired for mysterious reasons.

Yes, I’m being transferred because of this idiot of a brother I have. Sam. He is two years older than me and he got expelled from Hogwarts a few months ago. My parents never knew why, the professors all claim that he was an ‘unstable’ child, and they’re not wrong tho, but my parents believe there’s something fishy about it all, so they’re sending me there to try and find more about it.

I told them it was a stupid idea and it was probably gonna get me fired too but for some reasons they believe I’m smarter than him and won’t get caught. What they don’t know is that I’m not planning to play the detectives at all. If I’m moving schools it’s to actually enjoy my time here and meet new people, what Sam did is honestly not my problem, if he wants to fuck up his school years then the floor is his, but I’m not gonna make the same mistakes.

The loud screeching of the train’s wheels is taking me out of my daydreaming. I’m on the platform ready to embark for my first year at Hogwarts, which is the third one there by the way. I would have rather entered the school in first year like everybody else but we can’t control everything I guess, even more when your parents are separated and one lives in France while the other lives in England.

When our parents divorced, Sam and I got separated too, he went in England with our father and I went in France with our mother, which explains why we didn’t go to the same schools.

A door opens right before me and I hope on, trying to get my excessively heavy luggage in.

Once I do, I start trailing in the corridor, looking for an empty cabinet I could find peace in to enjoy my trip.

After what seems like an eternity, I stumble upon one, open the door and engulf myself inside. I drop my bag on the couch of one side and put my cat beside me. One great thing about Hogwarts that we couldn’t have in Beauxbâtons is our pets. I sit on the couch letting a sigh I’ve been holding for a century and close my eyes, this year is gonna be something, I can feel it.

I open my eyes to a voice entering my precious space and getting me out of my princess sleep.

I look up to see a girl, apparently struggling as much as I was to get her things in.

-Hum, do you need a hand?

She turns her head and looks at me in surprise before breaking into a wide smile.

-Oh, hum yeah thanks I’d like that, I didn’t see you here, sorry if bothered you.

-No it’s fine.

I got up to help her put her things in the cabinet (where it could fit because damn the girl had at least a hundred kilos of clothes), and she sits in front of me, extending her hand.

-I’m Violet, nice to meet you!

I shake her hand before introducing myself.

-Y/n, nice to meet you too.

-I’ve haven’t seen you around, are you in first year? You seem older than that.

-No, I’m actually gonna start my third year, I’m being transferred from Beauxbâtons, I thought I was gonna be in first year but both schools decided that I had the knowledge needed to continue where I stopped.

-Oh that’s cool! I’m also in third year! Maybe we’ll be in the same house after your sorting.

Oh, the sorting, I almost forgot about that detail. I honestly think the idea behind is cool but honestly, putting a hat on my head in front of everyone for it tell my deepest secrets to the entire world (I may be a bit exaggerating but that’s what it felt like to me), is not really my thing.

I let out a sigh and let me head fall on the cushion behind me, while Violet grins before giggling quietly.

-Don’ t worry y/n, It’s gonna go well, it’s a bit stressful but I promise it only lasts like 2 seconds.

-Yeah? God I’m suddenly missing Beauxbâtons’ sorting method.

-By the way, why are you being transferred?

-My parents made me, because of my brother, Sam.

-Wait, you’re Sam’s sister? Sam y/l/n? The Fourth year Ravenclaw that got expelled last year?

-It is me yeah, and yes that idiot is my brother.

-Oh I see, this is gonna be really interesting, Jungwon is sure not gonna like you.

-Excuse me, who?

-Jungwon. He’s in third year too this year, he’s a Gryffindor. Don’t ask me why but your brother and him despised each other, I heard that it was because of the Quidditch, your brother was on Ravenclaw’s team and he is on Gryffindor’s team. They spent the whole first two years bickering with each other about who was gonna win the cup, and when your brother got expelled Jungwon got all cocky saying they were gonna win now.

-I see, I have some stuff to dig in, but I’m gonna make sure this kid understands we are not the same person and he has no reason to hate me, and if he still does I guess I’ll have to apply to be in the Quidditch team, make him see how talented we are in the family.

Violet’s eyes opened wide before she bursted out laughing.

-I like that y/n, keep up that attitude and you’ll make my school year 10 times more exciting.

-I take that as a compliment.

The rest of the travel got by pretty fast, with Violet telling me all about the drama between my brother and this Jungwon guy, and it was honestly amusing. I just hope he doesn’t cause me trouble.

Arriving at Hogwarts was actually truly fucking amazing, Sam didn’t lie to me about that one for sure. We went to the castle by carriage in the forest and even if it was a bit cold, the ride was really appreciable. I’ve always liked the cold breeze on my face more than the sun.

When we arrived we were told our baggage would be taken to the hall and to the rooms, mine right after my sorting.

We entered the halls and a lot of students were already there, sitting at the tables, not caring at all about the sorting but only about the delicious buffet that was gonna take place after. The director, Dumbledore, an old man with a long white beard, asked for silence and started giving his speech welcoming all of the new students. He looked ahead of him and stared at me for a few seconds before diverting his eyes somewhere else in the crowd. Looks like someone already knows who I am.

Then, Professor McGonagall, apparently a brilliant woman by the say of my brother, explained how the sorting was gonna go. Once she was done, she took out a list and before I could understand what was happening, she said my name. All eyes turned on me, not the first years of course, and I knew it was time.

I breathed in and walked to the chair in front of the director, before turning around and sitting.

Then, I felt the sorting hat being put on my head, and seconds later it started to speak.

-Hum, I see, a y/l/n. But you are different from your brother on a lot of points. I see loyalty, for your friends and family, you’re not scared to protect the people you love. But you are on the contrary really accepting, you have a high moral and you’re not afraid to say when something is wrong or right. Hard work is also important for you and you strongly believe that you have nothing without working for it. I think I know where to put you…

I closed my eyes and breathed out, ready to hear the sorting hat decide my fate.

-Hufflepuff!!!

I guess it’s not that bad, I like Hufflepuff, from what I know from it.

I stood up and started walking towards my table before hearing a voice I knew well now.

-Y/n!!

Standing right next to the Hufflepuff’s table was Violet, a smile on her face, waving her hand at me.

I smiled back and went to her, giving her a hug. We sat next to each other right before the buffet appeared. A long and never ending table of stuffed pies, rotisserie chickens, mashed potatoes, veggies, fruits, candies, cookies and so much more. Violet and I looked at each other before digging in and getting ourselves some well deserved food.

-You’re also in Hufflepuff I’m so happy, we’re gonna have all of our classes together!

-I know, I’m really happy to have at least one friend already, and actually, you were right, the sorting wasn’t that bad.

-See, told you.

-The only bad thing about it is the smell of the hat. I honestly don’t know if they washed that thing at last once in the past century.

We both laughed at that and we were enjoying the dinner, getting the know each other, since I was gonna share the school year with her, when I felt like someone was staring at me. I mean, a lot of people were staring at me at first but then went on with their lives, I wasn’t the main attraction, only the sister of some dude who got expelled, nothing to get excited about. But I could feel like someone was still staring at me, you know the kind of stare you can feel burning holes through your head. I turned around, trying to find the culprit when my eyes landed on the table of the Gryffindors, and on one particular boy. He was delicate looking, with sharp eyes but soft features.

Violet who was talking to me noticed I wasn’t paying attention anymore and turned around to see me having a staring contest with the boy, before I turned around to face her again.

-Don’t tell me anything, Jungwon isn’t it?

-Yep, seems like he’s already curious about the sister of his arch nemesis.

I playfully elbowed her and rolled my eyes at her comment. Seems like this year is gonna be full of drama.

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Graveyard of Identities- Chapter 10

Summary:

Danny should feel lucky to be alive. After a month held captive by Vlad, barely remembering his life before, and nearly dying in his escape, he is finally safe, with friends in the Far Frozen. And yet, dread gnaws at him- a massive revelation at the edge of his consciousness, forgotten until the dead of night. It was a lie. All a lie. His past, his memories: all false. Amity Park, his friends and family: all real but… not his. The secret locks in his throat, unthinkable. He stays silent while the yetis welcome him as one of their own. But they do not know. And he can not tell them. He is not the Danny they think he is. He is not Danny at all.

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Six months later.

“DawnSpark!” Two of the warriors waved across the dining hall, calling his name.

“IceFang. Mirri.” The half ghost nodded at the two, smiling. “How are you this morning?”

“Excellent!” Icefang grinned with his usual enthusiasm. 

“I am doing great!” Mirri pumped a fist to the sky. “Most excited for training day.” She lowered her hand, fixing eager eyes on the boy. “Do you want to join us?”

“We have new targets.” Icefang gave a playful grin. “Ones which will not explode if shot by lightning.”

“That was one time.” DawnSpark rolled his eyes. “And, can we make it a quick workout after dinner? I’m helping Mama and Crys with the little ones. We’re taking them to see the Mammoths.” His eyes practically sparkled with thought.

“That will be great fun.” The warrior woman said with a laugh. “Best of luck.” She gave a wink. “Those cubs can be a handful.”

“We’ve got it covered.” The half ghost shook his head. Still he smiled at the words. “Thanks though.” Then, his head tilted, noticing the cub’s teacher waving at him from the doorway. “Crys is calling me. See you two later.” 

“We will meet after last meal.” Icefang cheered with a wave. “Have a wonderful day.”

With a genial wave, DawnSpark parted from the two warriors. Papa Frostbite had been right. The warrior had just needed time to adjust. With the truth revealed, they had stopped calling him Great One almost overnight. And they did still adore their resident half ghost.

“Good morning, Dawnie.” CrystalBreeze greeted, reaching down to playfully ruffle the boy's hair. “How is my favorite little sibling?”

The half ghost rolled his eyes at the endearment, even as it warmed his heart. Not that he would ever be caught dead saying that. “Super excited to see some mammoths!” He beamed, almost vibrating from the excitement.

“I think you’re more excited than the cubs.” Crys chuckled.

The two chatted, making their way to the nursery to wait for parents to drop off their little ones. Soon, their other chaperone joined.

“Mama.” Both yeti and half ghost greeted Periwinkle.

The yeti woman smiled, greeting both with a hug. “I am very excited to spend the day with both of my boys.”

“Me too.” DawnSpark agreed, returning the hug.

Minutes later, the children arrived. 

“Dawn!” “Dawnie!” “DawnSpark!” A dozen high pitched voices cheered different versions of his name. 

“Hi WinterHill. Icicle. GlacierPaw.” The half ghost greeted the different kids. He opened his arms, accepting clinging hugs and ruffling tiny yeti heads. “Are you excited to see the mammoths?”

“Yes!” One child raised arms, stars in her eyes. “They’re so big and furry.”

“They’re not going to stomp on us, are they?” Another asked, a paw unsuccessfully holding back a giggle.

“Dawnie will bite them if they try!” A third kid proudly proclaimed.

The half ghost flashed fangs, one of the new additions to his ghost form. “You think I can get through all that fur?”

“Yes!”

Dawn grimaced, playfully exaggerated. “I don’t want a mouth full of fur! That’s gross.”

“That’s why you give them the claws.” The caretaker interrupted, motioning to the half ghost’s sharp fingernails. “Not that anyone is getting close enough for that to be a concern.” CrystalBreeze quirked a brow seriously.

“No.” “Course not.” “Never!” A series of negatives followed.

“Everyone is here.” Periwinkle said, cutting in. “Are we ready to set out?”

A twenty minute walk across the tundra found the group standing atop a cliff.

“Wow.” The half ghost’s breath caught at the sight. “They’re… incredible.”

For once, the children didn’t yell in excitement, just as caught up in awe.

In the valley below, pines surrounded a wide, bubbling stream. Squirrels chitted, leaping between branches. A crow spread its wings and cawed. A mundane enough scene DawnSpark might see in any of many forests in the material world… if not for the herd of mammoths grazing. 

Using their long noses, some reached for bushes and branches, stripping needles with a dexterity of hands. One mammoth pushed against a tree with its massive trunk and tusks. The half ghost held his breath as the foliage shook, trunk swaying. With a deafening crash, roots tore free of the soil. Such a breath-taking display of might. 

And yet at the same time… the boy’s eyes softened, rounding with concern. A small calf, barely reaching the adults knees, struggled at the muddy edge of the stream. The little one lifted its trunk, letting out a sad trumpet. It strained to climb out of the water. But only for a moment. Half a dozen trunks lowered to offer help, easily pulling the calf free.

Two calves chase each other. Mammoths drink from the stream, lifting trunks to spray water at each other. Massive ears flapped, trumpeting bellows ringing off the cliff.

The sound sent goosebumps prickling over DawnSpark. He listened attentively while Mama Periwinkle explained what the trumpeting meant, the mammoth’s yearly migration, what the creatures ate.

“Every year we offer a crop of mushrooms, ginsdo, and arugula for milk. 100 pounds for 100 gallons.” The yeti explained.

“And you make that last a whole year.” The boy mused. “No wonder it's such a delicacy.”

The cubs peppered the woman with their own questions. They ate a picnic lunch, watching while the calves rolled in the mud. Many eyes fixed, still wide with awe. But soon, attentions waned. 

“Take that!” Two cubs clashed sticks together, a mock sword fight.

Others made piles of rock and pine needles, mock houses for improvised stick dolls.

The two yeti adults and the teen wrangled, making sure no curious children wandered down the cliff or poked out an eye. 

“That stick is really sharp.” DawnSpark frowned at one of the kid’s offered ‘dolls.’ He balled up some mud and grass, forming a rough head. “That’s better. So what’s the story here?”

“Maria and BlueTree are gonna sneak into the castle and steal all the socks.” One yeti said with complete confidence.

“Can Danielle come?” The boy shook his figure gently, making it walk forward. “She’s good in a fight.”

“Yeah. She can be look out…”

By the time Cry announced they were ready to go, DawnSpark was covered in grass and pine needles. He’d been used as a napkin and had had to tell Icicle to stop putting sticks in her mouth seven times. But…

“That’s… that’s awesome.” He laughed, holding his side. “Great Sock Fairy.” He bowed, putting on a regal voice. “Please, please let us… us present you with this great… bounty.” 

DawnSpark could not think of a better way to spend a day.

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“Yes! Bull’s eye!” The half ghost pumped his still-sparking fist in the air, to loud whoops of celebration.

True to his word, DawnSprak joined the warriors for some quick target practice after dinner.

“See? I told you these were heartier targets.” Icefang grinned. “Wonderful aim!”

“Give it another go.” Mirri encouraged, slapping him on the back.

The comradery bolstered the boy. “I’ve got this!” He pulled on his core, sending the crackling energy down his arm. It surged from his palm and the air filled with the smell of ozone. Another bull’s eye.

More shouts of congratulations. Paws ruffled his hair, approvingly jostled his shoulder, cuffed his back.

DawnSpark looked up, an appreciation blooming for each admiring face. “Let’s make it three for three.” 

Once more, lightning sparked. It crackled through the air, an electric blue flash filling his vision. With a boom, it impacted.

The celebration was deafening. As sweeping and all encompassing as when he’d shoot the IceWorm, but this time, the admiration did not hurt. 

“Guys! Guys! Put me down.” He laughed, core ringing with happiness even as he asked the warriors to lower him off their shoulders. “Put me down!”

Soon enough, the warriors did so. With more congratulations, the group started to part. 

Then… Frostbite’s hand clasped his shoulder. “Good job, my son.”

Dawn’s heart just about melted. “Thanks, Papa.” He smiled up at his parent. “Let’s go home.” 

The two floated down the now familiar beaten path. Passed the shrine, the shattered statue long since cleared away. Passed the lone memorial stone, DawnSpark’s own little graveyard of past identities. Into the massive cave complex which housed all of the Far Frozen’s residents. To the door, with its diamond-shaped carving and gently swirling symbols marking it as Frostbite’s.

Home was his Papa and Mama’s chambers.

“Did you have a good practice?” Mama asked, from the doorway of Dawn’s room.

His chambers, own little human safe bedroom and bathroom, sat right in between the two yeti’s set of rooms. Another impossible coincidence set the two lairs beside each other for the past centuries. Not unfriendly neighbors but by no means close until their shared charge rearranged things. Frostbite had sacrificed a little used sitting room and Periwinkle a quite sizable walk-in closet, both to make room for their child. 

“Yeah!” The boy beamed, giving her a quick hug. “It was great. I made three bullseyes in a row.” 

“That is wonderful.” Periwinkle smiled, a wonderful sincere thing. “It sounds like you had fun.”

“I did!” A yawn broke through. “I’m definitely tired though.”

“You can get ready for bed now.” Frostbite added gently.

“And call us after.” Mama tilted her head, asking gently. “Would you like us to tuck you in?”

“Umm… maybe.” The boy blushed, embarrassed green rising to his ears. “No. I don’t need…”

He remembered a conversation with Sleetsun and the other yetis about his apparent age. 

“Your parents still tuck you in and kiss you goodnight?” The chef’s apprentice jabbed at one of his friends. “That’s so embarrassing.”

Wanting goodnight kisses and bedtime stories was not typical for an adolescent, someone almost apprentice age but…

“Do not be embarrassed.” His mama comforted. She knelt, placing a paw on his cheek. “You are still young. With your past, you deserve all the childhood we can give you.”

His papa offered a smile, just as soft. “Please, let yourself enjoy this comfort.”

“Alright.” DawnSpark nodded, still blushing. “I’ll call you when I’m ready for bed.”

The half ghost got dressed for bed, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and…

“I’m ready!” Dawn yelled.

Frostbite and Periwinkle came from the doors on either side and together, they put him to bed.

“And so they lived happily ever after.” Frostbite finished the bedtime story. “Good night, little phoenix.” The yeti planted a kiss on his forehead. 

“Good night, my child.” Periwinkle offered a goodnight kiss as well.

“Good night.” DawnSpark mumbled, already sleepy.

He drifted off, a soft smile on his face. Happy memories, his own memories, flitted in his head. Eating meals with his new family. Helping pick crystal apples in the garden. Watching the phoenix take her first wobbly flight from her nest, a drawing of the moment taking shape in his treasured notebook . This was it. This was life. It really didn’t get better than this.

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And yet… 

“Recovery is rarely linear, Danny.” A half-remembered conversation with Jazz. “It’s not uncommon to relapse. For everything to seem fine one minute, then…” The red-head bit her lip. “A hard day, misplaced word even, and everything hits you again.”

DawnSpark… he was DawnSpark again, not Danny… gasped, suddenly under glass.

“What?” He strained against restraints. “Where-”

“Really Danielle?” Vlad tsked and the boy froze. “There is no need to struggle. You will not escape those restraints.”

Danielle? His foggy mind scrambled. Then… a glimpse of white hair, of neon green through his chamber door.

“Why are you doing this!?” A familiar, high pitched voice yelled. 

“You lasted so much longer than the other experiments.” Vlad mused more to himself than the girl. “If I melt you down and examine the remains…” He poked at the liquifying hand.

The girl shrieked, trying to pull away. “Don’t touch me!”

The man tsked again. “Maybe I can determine how to stabilize the next clones.” Vlad rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then he shook his head. “What did I just say, Danielle? Stop struggling.”

Danielle? That name again…

“Stop touching me!” The girl… Danielle… yelled again, struggling harder. “I’m not your…. Your experiment!”

“Listen here, clone girl.” Vlad growned, turning into Plasmuis.

Clone. She was another clone. Like him…

“You only have your name, Danielle, because I gave it to you.”

Danielle…. The only other surviving clone…

“You only exist because of me.” The man flashed sharp teeth. “I will do what I please with you.”

She was… she was melting in front of his eyes, dripping into green.

“I will melt you down if it pleases me. I will melt down every clone in this lab if it so pleases me.” 

Melting…. A wet tingle in his hands and feet. A rapid pulsing in his chest. A growing burn… DawnSpark looked down. Barely visible, unable to turn his head, but… 

“I will dissolve you, until you are nothing.” 

He was melting. He was melting too. 

“Just a stain on my table to serve my purposes.”

Green ate up his arms and legs, bleeding onto his chest. The tip of his nose wavered, turning a sicky neon.

“And why? Because you are mine.” Each word twisted his heart, a cruel knife blow.

DawnSpark, he was melting. He was dying. And… watching, the only other like him suffering the same fate not ten feet from him. He… he could do nothing.

“You. Belong…”

Plasmius’ hateful glare, Danielle’s pleading face.

“To. Me.”

“No! Stop!” DawnSpark jolted up with a cry. “Stop.” His very present heart pounded in his ears, eyes blurry. It was dark. Where-

“DawnSpark.” Papa’s voice, from his left.

The boy blinked, eyes adjusting to the darkness. Frostbite stood in the doorway, eyes wide with concern. 

“Just… just a nightmare.” DawnSpark managed to stammer.

The adults walked forward,  taking a set beside him in the bed.

Papa leaned over, wrapping the boy in his arms. “I am sorry little one.” 

For a long moment, DawnSpark let his breathing slow, his heart rate slow. Finally, he let out a shaky sigh, his tense shoulders relaxing.

“What nightmare awoke you this time?” Frostbite asked gently. “A new memory?”

“Luckily no.” The boy shivered at the words. 

Remembering where the wail actually came from had been… rough. The Nasty Burger in flames, the twisted amalgamation of his face and Plasmius’. It was no wonder he’d cried and screamed to the point of almost losing his voice. Not that that was the only time new borrowed memories welled up and brought him to tears

“Was it destabilizing? Vlad?” The last word came quietly, with the yeti chief’s typical protective chill.

“Yeah.” DawnSpark grimaced, the older half ghost’s deranged face flashing in his mind’s eye. “He said I belong to him.”

“You do not.” Frostbite’s grip on him tightened, voice as seriously protective as it was comforting. “You only belong to yourself.”

“I know. I know.” They had been over this many times. With the Far Frozen behind him, Vlad would never touch him again. If only the certainty would keep his heart from pounding in fear at the thought of the man. “But it wasn’t just that.” The boy bit his lip. “Danielle, she was there too.”

The yeti man’s head tilted in question for just a moment. Then… “Ah yes, you mentioned her.” He hummed, remembering. “The other surviving clone, yes?”

“Yeah, I never met her, not that I remember.” Although… with that dream, he had to wonder. Had he been in his chamber, not yet stabilized, when Vlad used Valerie to recapture Danielle? DawnSpark shook his head, dismissing the question. “I was in Vlad’s lab, in one of the cloning chambers. And he had her on the table. She was melting and… and he wanted to study her to figure out why she wasn’t dead yet.” His stomach twisted at the words, sickened. “I’m pretty sure that actually happened. But Danny and the Red Huntress saved her. Danny used something his dad made to stabilize her and…” He trailed off, a sneaking realization wrinkling his brow.

“What is it?” Frostbite gently prodded him to continue.

“From Danny’s memories… I’m pretty sure she ran off somewhere by herself. She’s somewhere. I don’t know where and… she’s alone.” The thought formed a pit in his stomach. “She’s younger than me and… she’s just… out there, traveling by herself.”

Escaping Vlad, escaping death by destabilization, and… finding yourself alone. Dawn’s core ached in empathy. He knew exactly how it felt. He’d also escaped, also survived but…

He looked up at Frostbite, his adoptive papa. “I’ve… I’ve got you and Mama. And everyone else here but… who does Dani have? Does she even have anyone?”

“She could have you.” The yeti suggested. “You could use the Infi-map to find her and bring her here.” The words were gentle and easy, already a forgone conclusion. “I am sure we could find room for another half ghost.”

“What? Bring her here?” The boy blinked, eyes widened. “Why… why hadn’t I thought of that before?” 

It would be so easy, just a quick trip with the map. A quick trip back to the human world and he could meet the only other clone, the only other one like him. And… and she wouldn’t have to be alone, with no one to help her. He could… he could help him.

Mama’s words, that night he saw the phoenix burn, bloomed in his mind. 

I understood what Grandfather meant by no pain being wasted. I could help my friend in a way no Zone-born ghost could.

Maybe… maybe he could help Danielle in a way no one else could. Maybe… all that pain wasn’t for nothing.

The Divine has a way of making even our deepest scars beautiful. 

“Papa, that’s genius. We should… we should go find her.” DawnSpark lifted the covers, rising to float out of the bed.

“Now, wait-” Frostbite started.

“Umph!” Immediately the half ghost flopped back down, pulled by gravity. “Why’s my flight being… weird?” His brow wrinkled, staring at his non-glowing hands. “When did I turn human?”

No wonder his heart beat was so present and his body felt so gravity bound. 

“Sometime during your sleep, I suppose.” Papa offered. “It is not the first time.”

“I usually notice before now.” The boy frowned, running fingers through his black hair. “I guess that nightmare got to me more than I thought.”

“It is alright.” Frostbite put a comforting paw on the boy’s shoulder. “Much is on your mind.” He raised a brow. “I suggest you sleep before any more excitement.”

“Yeah.” Dawn yawned, still tired despite the burst of energy. “Thanks. I feel better.” He laid the covers back over his legs. 

“Of course, little one.” Papa stood, leaning forward to kiss his son’s forehead. “I wish you better dreams.”

The boy yawned again, burying his head in his flurry pillow. He let out a contented sigh, already falling back into sleep. Almost before the door to his room closed, better dreams did greet him.

The earth’s bright yellow sun and blue sky.

Cool grass under his feet, breeze rustling the bright flowers.

Feet firmly planted on the ground, playing tag with a giggling girl with a face like his.

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DawnSpark awoke, still solid, still human. He rubbed his cheek against his pillow, savoring the softness, the warmth of his bed. It was so comfortable, the coziness contrasted all the more pleasantly with the slight chill on his nose. 

And each sensation…. As a human, each sense had a richer color, a deeper tangibility. Every brush of fabric against his skin, every tick of the clock by his bed, every warm breath puffed against his pillow.

He… he missed this. The feeling suddenly hit him, a longing ache. It had ebbed and flowed before, in the past months. Some mornings he could return to ghost form without a thought , or he didn’t bother to change before sleeping in the first place. But this day…. the thought of spending his whole day as a ghost form made his heart hurt.

Quickly, DawnSpark looked at his clock. 7:30 am. Papa was at the training field now with the warriors for morning exercises. Mama was probably taking the opportunity to rest longer, reading or sewing or painting. Or she was out at the Ice Drake pin, helping Laura with the creature’s breakfast. Either way, the two adults would expect the boy in the dining room for breakfast in thirty minutes. And he would have to transform out of human form to safely leave his room.

That was what made his heart ache, not his ghost form, but being barred from being human in his own home. DawnSpark buried his head in his pillow again, enjoying the tactile warmth of the bed, the steady beat of his heart for just a few more minutes. Fifteen, twenty more minutes, that would have to be enough. But… 

Warm yellow sun on his face, the earthy smell of dirt after rain, the rustling of wind through the trees. The images, from dream, from memory both real and borrowed, assaulted his mind. 

His brief, happy dream played on repeat. Running in a field with Danielle, playing a human game in his human body. It took on a bittersweet tone. He still wanted to meet her, wanted to find and help her but…

DawnSpark sighed, wondering. Where was she? What was she doing? She had run off to see the world, to try new things, to meet new people. What wonders of the human world had she seen?

Some minutes later, a knock came at his door. “I hadn’t heard you stirring yet. Are you feeling well?”  Mama’s voice held just a hint of concern. “May I come in?”

The boy sighed again, propping himself up on an elbow. “You can come in.”

The door swung open, the yeti woman’s eyes searching him. The look of worry deepened. “You look troubled.” She approached, pulling his desk chair to the side of the bed. “Was it your nightmare last night?”

DawnSpark blushed, pushing himself into a sitting position. “You heard that?”

“Yes.” Periwinkle nodded. “Frostbite came to comfort you before I could. I did not hear any of the conversation but I know you were upset.” She reached out to brush hair from his forehead . “What about the dream is still troubling you?”

“It’s not really the dream itself… even if it was awful.” The boy grimaced. “Vlad was torturing Danielle, the other clone I told you about, and I couldn’t do anything.” He shook his head, pushing away the sickening image. “It made me remember… Danielle’s somewhere in the human world, traveling by herself, alone.” Again, the idea sent a heart twisting dread through him, but he pressed on. “Papa suggested using the Infi-map to find her and bring her here.” 

“I see.” Mama smiled encouragingly. “Collecting Danielle and bringing her here is a wonderful idea.”

Despite the words, the half ghost still frowned, worriedly picking at his nails. 

Periwinkle picked up on the discomfort. “There is more, isn’t there?” She took his hand, a squeeze of fingers bolstering him.

DawnSpark swallowed. “I really want to find Danielle. I really want to help her, make sure she’s not alone but…” He imagined appearing before Danielle, hands open, an offer of safety in the Ghost Zone. “What if she doesn’t want to come back to the Far Frozen? Or…” The idea dawned, a churning, almost queasy outpour of the longing in his core. “What if I wanted to go explore with her?”

For just a moment, Periwinkle’s eyes widened, alarmed. Then her expression calmed, face morphing into something contemplative. “What brought this on?” She finally asked.

“I miss being human.” DawnSpark bit his lip, looking down at his blunted nails. “I miss the human world. I miss the sun and the grass and the birds. I miss the real stars and trying new human food. And…” The almost startling realization stilled his breath. “I’ve only met two other humans, Vlad and Danny. And neither are even fully human but… I remember being around other humans from Danny’s memories. I think…I miss other people.” 

“I can understand that.” Mama’s brow twitched, a complicated mix of empathy, worry, and something hard. “I am of the dead and I also used to miss the material world right after arriving here.” 

“So you get it?” DawnSpark’s eyes widened hopefully. “I love you and Papa so much. You’ve taken such good care of me. I… I don’t know where I’d be without you. And I love the Far Frozen. But…” He… he could hardly believe he was asking this, he was indulging this idea. It was so sudden, almost like a whim. And yet… “I need to help Danielle. I need to go back to the human world. I need to be human.”

And yet, this had been a long time coming, starting back the first time he transformed after arriving here. With every night he returned to human form, savoring that little bit of freedom. And back when he remembered Danielle, the only other like him…. That had given him the strength to start thinking of himself as someone different from Danny, to crawl out of the shadow of his original’s identity. He’d fought and slowly accepted himself as his own person, someone new. All that pain, all that struggle… maybe this, being able to help the only other like him, maybe this was what it all was for.

For a long minute, Mama considered his words, meeting his eyes. The half ghost fought to keep looking, to convey all his seriousness, his determination in his gaze. In the end, he broke her gaze, looking back down at his hands.

The woman finally sighed. “I know what I would say if you were a full ghost, to embrace what you have now, not what you have left behind.” 

Disappointment wavered, his shoulders falling.

“But…” Mama was not finished. “You are not a full ghost.”

Breath catching, DawnSpark looked up. New resolve shone in his eyes. “No. I am not.”

“Think on if this is what you really want.” Periwinkle said, the weight of the decision in her words.

“I will.” The boy promised. 

She nodded seriously. “I will talk with Frostbite and try to convince him.” 

DawnSpark blinked, surprised. She… wasn’t trying to argue him out of this. That trust… his heart twisted, grateful.

“If in three days you have not changed your mind,” Mama continued. “I will give you my blessing to leave and travel with Danielle.”

The half ghost smiled softly, reaching out to hug her. “I… thank you.”

“Of course, my child. I will miss you dearly. But if this is what you believe you need…” Her voice wavered, just the barest hint of sadness. “I know you will thrive. And I know this will not be goodbye. I trust you will return to us.”

“I will.” The boy hugged her tighter. “I could never stay away forever.”

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True to his word, DawnSpark considered his choice. He helped in the garden, played with the cubs, practiced with the warriors. The comfort, the love warmed his heart, even as it ached. Leaving the Far Frozen, all his loved ones, behind would hurt. He would miss them. 

But… thoughts of exploring the human world, of meeting Danielle filled his mind as well. A new, fluttering excitement, a sense of adventure stirred in his core. These were tempting, colorful lures drawing him out of the Far Frozen. But… something deeper also called.

DawnSpark sat in the garden with his notebook. The fledgling phoenix flitted between branches, often falling short and flapping to the ground. She landed just feet from him. The boy watched, stilling as the bird tilted her head at him. She let out a cheep, flaming licking her feathers.

His heart squeezed, remembering her burning. Just an echo of that moment’s awe stirred. “Thank you.” He reached out slowly. “For helping me.”

The phoenix hopped forward, landing on his outstretched hand. The cold fire flared again, wreathing his hand. Still, it did not burn. A lesser reflection of that moment, all those months ago.

And yet again, DawnSpark’s mind and heart set. He knew what he had to do.

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“I made up my mind.” Three mornings after his conversation with Periwinkle, DawnSpark called his Mama and Papa into his room.

The two sat eagerly in front of him, ears perked to his decision.

Confident, the half ghost continued. “I want to go find Danielle and stay with her.”

For a long moment, both yetis paused, taking in his words. Different emotions flickered, too fast to parse out. Hurt? Disappointment? A small corner of him looked for and dreaded negative reactions. But…

The half ghost held his head high. He would not be swayed.

Finally, Mama Periwinkle smiled at him encouragingly. “I suspected you would say that.”

Papa Frostbite nodded. “As did I.” A warm, though sadness tainted, parental pride overtook his face. “I am proud of you for choosing to do what you feel is right, even if it means leaving what is familiar.”

“We will pack you a bag.” Mama took one of DawnSpark’s hands, squeezing it. “And eat a parting meal together, as a family.”

“And then we will take you to the Infinity Map.” Papa added. “If everything else is in order?”

The half ghost nodded. “I’ll tell Crys and a few others goodbye.”

“Everyone will miss you.” Mama’s eyes softened, a hint of sadness leaking through.

“I’ll miss them too.” DawnSpark squeezed her hand. “Come on. Let’s get started.”

The two yetis help him pack a bag. At first, it was a heart-aching reflection of the night he’d almost ran away.

“A change of clothes, food, water canteen.” The half ghost listed. “My notebook, course.”

“Take some gloves and a scarf. And a coat!” Periwinkle insisted, stuffing the fabric in his bag. “You need items to clean yourself as well.” A collection of soaps, shampoo, and other products poured in as well.

“How is it holding all this?” DawnSpark muttered, brow scrunching.

Frostbite was just as enthusiastic as the other yeti. “Flashlight, water purifying tablets, currency.” A pile of bills and coins, in various colors and conditions were added to the pile.

The half ghost inspected one colorful piece of paper. “Does this say 2057?” Another tarnish silver coin. “There’s a lion and bull on here… what country is this even from?”

The chief continued. “Emergency blankets, signal flares, can opener, binoculars-”

“The bag’s already stuffed to the seams.” DawnSpark interrupted with a chuckle. 

Still, Frostbite stuffed in a few more items. Then he handed over the bag. “I just wish you to be well equipped.”

“I know. Thank you.” The boy said, grateful.

The three floated to the dining hall where they eated and chatted. The half ghost looked over the familiar faces of warriors, cubs, and other tribe members, a soft fond smile wrinkling his face.

“Want some more jelly mushroom risotto?” Sleetsun offered, swinging by the table. 

“Thank you.” DawnSpark grinned, taking the dish. “Thanks for everything, Sleetsun.” His face sobered slightly. “You’ve been a good friend.”

For just a moment, the yeti youth’s ears twitched, face drawing into something worried. 

Before he could ask,  the half ghost continued. “I’ve not really told anyone but… I’m leaving. I’m leaving the Far Frozen.”

“Where are you going?” Sleetsun’s ears drooped, disappointed.

“There’s someone like me, another half ghost, who needs my help. I’m going to go find her.”

“Oh that’s… that’s good.” The yeti’s expression brightened, just the smallest bit. “That’s really nice of you. I hope you find her.”

News of him leaving soon spread. Well-wishings warriors and watery-eyed cubs swarmed his table. And DawnSpark offered fist bumps and high fives, and promises that he would return.

“I heard you are leaving.” Laura approached once most of the crowd had parted. 

The boy stood, holding his arms out for a hug. “Thanks for teaching me how to take care of the ice drakes.”

“You were a wonderful student.” The yeti woman returned the hug. “I will miss you.”

DawnSpark shared similar, quiet parting words with CrystalBreeze. “Thanks for being the best big brother.”

The adult ruffled his hair, smiling sadly. “Take care of yourself. I expect exciting stories when you return.”

His mama and papa on either side of him, DawnSpark returned to their chambers one last time. He surveyed his room, heart squeezing at the first space that had really been his.

His brow furrowed, falling on the dresser a tiny piece of black visible through the just barely open set of drawers. He pulled it open and held the fabric up, in front of his face. 

“My hazmat.” He looked back at the adoptive parents. “One last thing, before we go…”

He changed clothes. The familiar material suit clung to his body, as surprisingly comfortable as his own skin. He looked down and smiled. Even better without the emblem. 

“I’m ready.”

Mama and Papa walked him through the halls, to the hall of artifacts. Passed the murals, the library, all the Far Frozen’s wondrous treasures. And to the Infinity Map. 

“I just… tell it who I want it to take me to, right?” The boy looked up at Frostbite, hitching his bag onto his shoulder.

“And instruct it to return to the Far Frozen after.” The chief instructed with a serious nod.

“Got it.” DawnSpark turned away from the map, looking at both of his parents. “So this is it.” His eyes watered, the weight of the moment hitting him. “Thank you so much. For everything.” He flew up and seamlessly, the three fell into a group hug.

“It was our joy, little phoenix.” Frostbite rumbled.

“We love you.” Periwinkle’s arms squeezed him. “I love you so much, Dawn.” She kissed the side of his head.

“I…I love you, Mama. I love you, Papa.” He let the tears fall. Not just those of sadness but of gratitude, of hope. “I love you so much.”

The small family embraced for a long moment, mutters of reassurance, of well wishes echoing in the half ghost’s ears.

Finally, DawnSpark pulled back. He whipped his face, drying the tears. “I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.”

“I know you will.” His mama smiled through her own tears. “The Maker be with you.”

“May He again deliver you to our paws.” Papa said, eyes shining with confidence.

DawnSpark nodded, accepting the parting words. “Alright. Here goes.” He sighed, lowering his shoulder. Confident, determined, he took a step forward.

One hand took the scroll, the other pulling it open. Purple and green swirled on the surface, the indistinct shape of doors and portals. And in the middle…. As he thought of Danielle, pictured her in his memory, a blurry black and white form took shape.

The half ghost turned again. One hand holding the map, the other the strap of his bag, he looked back at his parents. They smiled softly and waved, watery eyes as proud as they were loving. Head held high, eyes full of hope, the boy gave them one last smile too. 

“Infi-map.” DawnSpark lifted the parchment, the image of the other clone just solidifying on the map. “Take me to Danielle.”

Note: After all these months, I'm finally posting the scene that Suzukiblu on Tumblr made lovely artwork for. You can see the post here. I also realized I never linked the piece made by Mysterious-ink-slime on Tumblr! See that post here. It was so exciting working with both of my artists and writing this story this year!

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part 8 (HOLY FUCK) season 2, episode 6 continued IZZY HAS HAD IT “iron sisters”

112. let’s just tell clary another secret because she handles those so well

113. well Luke is still fighting but Simon is going to save him

114. Izzy: not on my watch (I don’t think the third gif is in this scene but the expression is the same)

115. can y’all imagine how Izzy feels though? she has been super kind to clary since she arrived. helping her with being a shadowhunter, talking with clary about her feelings, even when clary ran away with the cup and Izzy was almost deruned, Izzy wasn’t rude to her. Izzy is always there for clary and the second jace tells clary no don’t do this, clary follows jace’s orders. it just reminds me of the books how clary lives for jace and only him. Izzy and Alec had every right to know about this and the downworlders have a right to know that Valentine plans to kill them all. I’m just saying- the clave clary jace are all the same honestly because they think everything they do is accepted but others can’t do the same

116. Izzy has so much patience so I’m surprised this is the first time where she’s had enough

117. “we can’t let downworlders know”- cleophas. oh so they can go on living while Valentine plans to murder them all? they deserve to know so they can take precautions

118. I’m so glad we are done with the clary shit so we can get back to Malec. ah shit, that awkward walk back

(I added some in case I forgot) (and I love me a black and white filter)

119. can I just return the attention to a very important parallel moment from the first episode of season 2 (and a little salty that Alec didn’t reassure Magnus about this, but I’ll give him props because he’s upset about jace but still)

120. do you ever wonder if Magnus felt as if he was too much here? there always something too much or not enough Magnus seems to think he does. and maybe just for a split second but maybe Magnus feels like who he is might be too much for Alec

and do you ever wonder if Alec is thinking about what he told Maryse in this moment? Alec changed his mind about marriage and chose himself and Magnus and he’s about to do it again

121. BUT ALEC WALKS AWAY AND THEN SAYS WAIT A FUCKING SECOND WHAT AM I WALKING AWAY FROM but I’m posting these because I genuinely don’t remember doing this way earlier in the episode and I love Alec’s expressions

so watch Alec change his mind in the next part

[thenerdykneazle]

A Win

Summary: Sebastian has a creative interpretation of who won your last duel.

A few lines in reference to S1 E12 of Community.

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Word count: 2767

Warnings: Mature content (not super explicit but definitely sexual), 7th year, aged-up characters

Seventh year was gruelling. There was easily twice as much homework as sixth year. Every class was overly complicated and utterly confusing. You lived in constant fear of NEWTs that loomed over the end of the year. You rarely even got time for adventuring or kicking dark wizards’ arses. Your one saving grace was Crossed Wands. You duelled every single week. This month, you and Sebastian had been facing off one-on-one. He had won the second duel, but you won the first and the third. The two of you would get very intense, and it seemed like half the school would come to watch.

Your fourth match was particularly rousing. You had each landed spells that had you feeling rough. Sebastian hit you square-on with a blasting curse. You had banished him into one of the stone walls before slicing his arm with a severing charm he couldn’t quite roll out of the way of in time. There were several basic casts that had various parts of your bodies stinging. Finally, as Sebastian dodged an exploding charm, you caught him with a summoning charm. It hit him on the ankle and dragged him feet-first toward you. From the shock of it, you held onto the charm a bit too long and Sebastian slid into you just as you disarmed him. The impact knocked you on top of him, though you caught yourself enough to keep from headbutting his face.

You had still ended up lying on top of him, though. You held your torso up with one hand on the ground and the other on his chest. He had let out a grunt when you landed, as your hand slamming his chest knocked the wind out of him.

He gave you a crooked smile as your cheeks flamed red. “So, how’s your Sunday going?” he asked.

You chuckled as you pushed yourself to your feet. He was sad to have you leave him so soon. He so rarely got to be close to you lately. He missed being huddled next to you as you sneaked into the restricted section or up to an Ashwinder camp.

You reached a hand down to help Sebastian up, which he gladly took.

Lucan declared you the winner of the duel since you had disarmed and pinned Sebastian. “That was brilliant!” he said. The fifth-year looked up at your with stars in his eyes.

“Thanks, Lucan,” you replied with a smile.

“Maybe you could help me with the banishing charm sometime?” he asked hopefully.

You gave him an amused smile. “Sure thing! After I get patched up, though, okay?”

He gave you an enthusiastic nod before trotting off to his friends.

You and Sebastian limped off toward the Undercroft after talking with your friends and other classmates about the duel. “We’re 2 and 2 now,” Sebastian said as you entered the secret room.

You looked at him, your brow furrowed in confusion. “I think you need to check your maths on that one, Sallow,” you said.

He smirked at you like he knew something you didn’t. “I don’t think so,” he replied. He leaned in so close to you that his lips were nearly brushing your ear. “Anytime you’re on top of me, it’s a win.”

His warm breath fanned over your neck, sending a shiver through you. You could feel your whole face go red. Sebastian was often a shameless flirt, and you knew it was because he loved getting a reaction out of you. He pulled his head back to observe if his words had the desired effect. He smirked as he observed your flushed cheeks.

“Do, erm, do you have a, uh, wiggenweld? I forgot to grab some before the duel,” you said, stammering as you tried to recollect your thoughts.

“Of course, I do,” he said with a grin. “Unlike you, apparently, I came prepared.” He produced two bottles of the green liquid from his robe pocket. He handed you one of them. He held his up for you to cheers. You clinked the bottles together before downing the potions.

You sighed in relief as the aches faded from your body. “Thank you. That’s much better,” you said.

He looked down at you with a worried expression. “I didn’t hurt you too badly, did I?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re the one who went flying into the wall and got dragged across the floor. I should probably be asking you that,” you replied.

“I just want to be sure you’re okay,” he said sincerely.

You couldn’t help but melt a bit at the way he fretted over you. The worried look in his big, brown eyes always softened you up immediately. The way he was still standing so close to you made your knees feel like you were recovering from a jelly-legs jinx. Sebastian’s hands came to rest on your waist as he continued to stare down at you. You could see every freckle on his face in perfect detail from the proximity. Your eyes lingered for a moment on his lips. They looked soft and inviting. Sebastian noticed your gaze, and it made his breath hitch. His teeth sank into his lower lip as he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes.

“I also really want to kiss you,” he admitted.

You slapped him on the arm. “Stop joking around,” you said, rolling your eyes again. You tried to step out of his grasp, but his grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you back toward him. He brought you even closer than you had been, and you gasped a bit as your body was pulled flush against his, knocking roughly into him. You looked back up at him with a questioning expression. He liked to rile you up, but he didn’t usually hold you captive.

“I’m not joking,” he said in a husky voice. His face was so close to yours that you could feel the warmth of his breath hit your cheeks as he spoke. He brushed a stray lock of your hair back off your cheek, letting his hand come to rest on the smooth skin.

You were certain he could feel your heart pounding in your chest as it was pressed against his. You had half a mind to close the precious few centimetres between your mouths yourself, but you were still fairly certain he would pull away laughing any second now. The thought kept you from leaning into the comforting warmth of his hand on your cheek.

You just continued to stare up at him, wide-eyed and frozen in place. Your hands hung limp at your sides. It was certainly not the reaction Sebastian had expected, and he began to panic. “Merlin, I…I thought you felt the same,” he said apologetically. “I’ve misread your kindness as something more. I’m truly sorry.”

The brushes of your hand against his. The stolen glances. The lingering hugs. He had not misread any of it. He was quite right about your feelings toward him. You snapped out of your daze as he began to pull away from you with his gaze lowered to the floor. Your hand bolted up to pull his back to your cheek.

His eyes met yours again as he gave you the questioning look this time.

“Ask me,” you whispered as you stroked your thumb over the back of his hand.

His confusion deepened for a moment before his eyebrows raised in realization. His tongue ran over his lips, leaving behind an enticing sheen on the pink skin. His gaze was intense when you met his eyes once again. It was as if he could see into your mind – or perhaps your heart. His voice was gruff when he spoke up. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you breathed out.

He leaned in slowly, using his hand still on your cheek to guide you to him as well. His lips met yours in a soft embrace, and you could neither anticipate nor prevent the small whine that left your throat. Hearing the needy noise escape your lips sent his blood rushing south. He felt feral, and he could only barely resist ravaging you right then. He had wanted this for so long. He could hardly believe it was finally happening.

His kisses turned hard and desperate as he moaned against your lips. His grip on your hip was bruising as he backed you up against one of the stone walls of the Undercroft. You clung to his back to keep yourself steady as he walked you backwards. The cold wall on your back was a stark contrast to the heat radiating off the man pressed against you.

The kiss was dizzying, though that could have been from how long it had been since you had taken a breath. Sebastian broke the kiss to focus his attention on your jaw. You gasped the cool air of the underground room into your lungs. He continued to trail to kisses along your jaw and then down the side of your neck, nuzzling into your silky skin as he went. He found a particularly sensitive spot above your collar bone, having tugged your shirt out of his way, and you let out an unhindered moan at the pleasure his lips were giving you.

He moaned back at you as he ground his hips into yours. His hands had begun roaming over your body, running up and down your arms and over your back and hips. “Merlin, you sound obscene, love,” he rasped. “It’s quite sexy.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I could tell,” you quipped before bucking your hips up against his, pressing your core to his very obvious erection.

He whimpered at the friction. “You’re playing a dangerous game, darling,” he warned, sliding his hands down over your arse and pulling you tighter against him.

You gasped as his length pressed harder against you.

Sebastian quickly pulled back to look at you. “Are you all right? Did…did I hurt you?” he asked nervously. Despite all the dangerous places he had dragged you, he was always concerned about hurting you. It was a bit ironic, though you still found it sweet.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, bringing a hand to his cheek to sooth him. “It felt, um, quite good, actually.” The burning heat of embarrassment had returned to your cheeks.

Sebastian smiled meekly. “I like making you feel good,” he said, stepping closer to you again. He wrapped his arms around you and held you against him. “I never want to hurt you again.”

“You didn’t hurt me, Sebastian. Really,” you insisted.

Sebastian stared down at the floor as he spoke. “I did, though…” he said. “I–Not just now, but…in the Scriptorium.” He glanced at you as if begging you not to make him elaborate further.

“Sebastian,” you said softly. “That was years ago. And we were in dire circumstances. I’ve never held that against you. You even offered to take the curse yourself, but you know Ominis and I didn’t want to cast it.”

He nodded but didn’t reply. A few tears had started slipping down his cheeks.

“Oh, Seb,” you said, doing your best to wipe them away. They had started falling more quickly.

“I’m still so sorry,” he said in a broken voice before clinging to you tightly. You embraced him just as tightly in return. “I caused you so much pain, and I don’t deserve your friendship, let alone your affections.”

“Even if you believe that, surely you can see that you’re not the same person you were two years ago,” you said. You rubbed your hand up and down his back in an attempt to sooth him. He only sobbed harder, though.

He held onto you like his life depended on it. His grip was on the verge of making it difficult to breathe, but you wouldn’t dare complain. Sebastian had buried his face in the side of your neck, repeatedly muttering apologies into your skin. You assured him that he was forgiven.

After a few minutes, he settled down. He pulled back just enough to wipe his face with his robe sleeves. “I’m sorry for sobbing like a child,” he said as he dried your neck with his sleeve as well. He still wouldn’t look you in the eye, focusing on where he kept dabbing his sleeve to your now-dry neck instead.

You held his face in both of your hands and gently turned it towards you. He finally looked at you, and you could see the sadness in his deep brown eyes. “You are my most loyal friend, and you have done far more for me than would’ve been necessary to make up for whatever pain you caused in the past. I’m grateful for every day I have you in my life, because you make it better. I don’t hold the Scriptorium against you, nor do I judge you for caring about it now. The very fact that you’re so bothered by the pain you caused proves you’re a different man now. There’s no need to apologize for that.”

Sebastian pulled you back into a kiss. It was just as desperate as you had left off, though it was a different kind of desperation now. It was a kind that begged you never to leave him. You slid your hands from his cheeks to tangle in his hair. The feeling of his soft lips pressed hard against yours made you wonder how you’d gone so long without it. “I love you,” he breathed between urgent kisses.

The words made a hot desire spread through your body. Your hands gripped him more frantically, pulling at his robes and hair to bring him any bit closer to you that you could. “I love you, too,” you said, breaking the kiss only just long enough to get the words out before diving back in. You trapped his lower lip between your teeth, tugging it forward gently.

Sebastian let out a moan at the feeling. He had you pinned against the wall with his body as he kissed you deeper still, sliding his tongue past your lips to lick into your mouth. His leg was pressed firmly between yours, furthering your arousal. You were both moaning messes as your tongues met and your hands groped over each other, grasping everywhere you could reach.

You were so lost in each other that the rest of the world had ceased to exist in your minds. As such, the sound of the gate rattling open had you jumping out of your skin as fear prickled up your spine. Sebastian had leapt off of you, spinning around to face the entrance. He had whipped his wand out before he recalled where he was and the fact that there could only be one person entering the space.

“Good evening,” Ominis said casually as he strode into the Undercroft. He could hear you and Sebastian panting to catch your breath, though that wasn’t exactly surprising. “Did Sebastian challenge you to a rematch already?”

The amusement was clear in Ominis’s voice.

“What?” you asked, still feeling dazed.

Ominis furrowed his brow. He stood facing you, but he was still standing on the other side of the room. “Were you not…What are you doing down here?”

“We were snogging,” Sebastian stated, drawing out the ‘s’ as he panicked in vain to find a different word.

You sent a death glare toward him.

He shrugged. “I couldn’t think of another word,” he whispered to you.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Idiot,” you grumbled. “He meant that we were snog…ging.”

Sebastian gave you a smug look.

“You’re right. It is hard to think of another word,” you admitted.

Ominis shook his head at the both of you. “Well, if you two are quite finished, we’re supposed to work at the greenhouses together this afternoon.”

“Right. Sorry, Ominis, I totally forgot about that!” you said.

“I wonder why,” he said sarcastically. “But I’m glad you morons finally admitted your feelings for each other. You’ve no idea how painful it was waiting for either of you to come to your senses.”

You were too embarrassed to sass him back for calling you a moron. Ominis turned to leave the Undercroft, and you and Sebastian followed behind. Sebastian caught your hand and leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

“Please try to behave until I don’t have to listen to you, Sebastian,” Ominis said in an exasperated tone, making the two of you blush. Sebastian still winked at you before pulling you along toward the greenhouses.

[doux-amer]

So much of what Arian said about those Stewy lines that got cut from “Honeymoon States” is melting my brain, but the things I can’t help but fixate on are the vagueness of Kendall’s childhood abuse and Stewy’s position as an objective third-party witness.

We don’t know how Logan abused Kendall as a kid beyond verbal abuse. Logan has laid into him before and it’s obvious that that goes back to Kendall’s childhood, but that’s not anything out of the ordinary. Kendall is not the only one Logan castigated or belittled, and Logan hurling verbal abuse at and publicly humiliating others happened often enough that people ultimately shrugged it off as Logan being Logan. It’s not something that anyone dwells on or has trouble talking about. 

Actually, no one has a problem talking about Logan's behavior, or more specific to this discussion, the way he treated his kids, in general! Everyone from the kids to Hugo of all people talk about it, so it strikes me as odd that no one ever mentions what happened to Kendall even offhandedly, other than Connor and Roman about the dog pound. Usually there are clues to deduce what occurred or at least narrow down possibilities, but it’s not neglect, which is what Connor endured, because Kendall was Logan’s number one boy. Waystar’s little prince. The heir apparent. It’s not misogyny, which is what Shiv had to battle once things soured (though Logan’s sexism has been present since the beginning; it just took a different form when Shiv was younger. She was his little princess), because he’s a man. It’s not physical abuse because they mention all the different times Logan hit Roman so it’s not like if Logan hit Kendall, people would think it was different and an issue to skirt around. It’s not likely to be sexual abuse, direct or otherwise, because there isn’t really anything in the text to suggest that in relation to Kendall. All we have is verbal abuse, but I don’t think that Logan dressing down Kendall would register to others as abuse because of what I said above. 

My guess is that no one talks about what happened because they believe Kendall escaped adolescence unscathed—Logan berating him for being a sensitive weakling and his addiction aside—because they saw his abuse as unremarkable. Either it happened privately or they saw the abuse but not the extent because the rest happened behind closed doors. Considering that no one knows why or how Kendall was suffering in S2 and S3 to this day other than Marcia and Colin—and all they know about is the cover-up, not Logan and Kendall’s private conversations and interactions afterwards—and Kendall’s own denial of his abuse, it isn’t much of a stretch to imagine Kendall keeping his mouth shut and/or forcing himself to forget/remember things differently. (Stewy asks Kendall if he remembers what Logan did to him as a kid. Kendall doesn’t remember details about the dog pound. He’s taken aback when Roman insists it traumatized him because he remembers it as a game they enjoyed, and Connor has to remind him that it was Logan’s idea in the first place so he could pit Roman and him against each other.)

Everyone is notably silent about the abuse even Kendall himself. He conspicuously leaves himself out when he’s rattling off how Logan hurt Connor and Roman in the karaoke room. (Admittedly, part of the reason is this, but I don’t think it’s just that anymore.) The only person to address Kendall’s childhood abuse, if I’m remembering correctly, is Stewy. Up until now it was intimated that he hates Logan because he and Kendall go way back, but it’s no longer subtext. He remembers. He never forgot. He doesn’t dismiss or deny what happened. He’s seen the way Logan has behaved and treated his kids, but he thought what happened to Kendall is horrific and still does. 

I may be reaching too much here, but again, there’s something off, something that isn’t an elephant in the room but rather a buried secret, because Stewy could have said that Logan’s been treating Ken like dirt over the past few years or his whole life, but he didn’t. He specifically mentions what happened to Ken as a kid. “I was there.” The whole line is stranger if Arian didn’t misspeak or misremember. “I was there when he saw that.” (Saw what?) 

Speaking of strange, this makes Stewy’s relationship to Logan even more peculiar. Logan constantly acted like Stewy was a stranger to the point that Kendall had to remind Logan that Stewy is one of his oldest friends. Logan refused to remember who Stewy was outside of business and had to have put in effort to do so because it shouldn’t be hard to remember Stewy. Stewy’s the only friend that any of his kids seem to have, and Stewy has clearly been part of Ken’s life growing up since they were very young. Ken is his oldest friend. He was invited to the Roys’ home and into their lives. He was there when Logan abused Kendall in front of him, not caring who saw. 

Maybe that’s because he was a non-entity to Logan, probably partially due to racism (who cares if Stewy sees because he’s nothing), but also because Logan deliberately tried to diminish Stewy’s presence in Kendall’s life for some reason. Who knows. Maybe he thought friendship was pathetic. Maybe he thought it made Ken weak and it compromised him. Maybe he thought that Stewy was pulling Ken away from him and he couldn’t have that. Maybe he thought doing whatever he did in front of Stewy would drive him away from Kendall. But this is all conjecture. What isn’t is that it did the opposite, whatever Logan’s reasons were. Stewy stayed and never let go. He walks away if he’s burned enough—by Kendall, not anyone else—but he’ll come right back if Ken needs him.