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Where The Shadows Dance (vi)

Bodyguard!Azriel x AutumnDaughter!Reader

CHAPTER VI: The Lake

SUMMARY: Azriel is finally helping Y/n rebel -- in more ways than one.

WARNINGS: SMUT; oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool), shadowplay (iykyk), teasing, overstimulation, pet names (princess, good girl, sweetheart), vanilla choking

NOTE: heyyy... hi... ITS BEEN SO LONG IM SORRY. worst year of my LIFE. had 2 sorry excuses for partners, started uni and then dropped out of uni because i hated my course, got kicked out of home, work a shit job, got offered a promotion at said shit job and then had it snatched away from me. however now i have the bestest boyfriend in the entire world and i love him so much. anyways, sorry the chapter's so fast paced i wanted them to fuck already lol

WORDS: 3K

You sat beside Azriel on your couch, book open in your lap, but you couldn’t concentrate on the words.

You wanted out. Out of this castle, out of the prying eyes of your court and father. It had been two weeks since your last outing, and with how Azriel had been acting around you, you were almost positive he’d create some sort of distraction for you. Perhaps he’d even join you.

“Azriel,” you hummed softly, eyes on the shadowsinger.

He looked up from his book, eyes locking with yours. There was such an intensity behind his gaze, an intensity that shook you to your core. Such pretty hazel eyes, a captivating blend of warm honey hues and deep caramels, swirling together like a mesmerising storm.

“Yes, Princess?” Azriel replied.

You mentally shook yourself. You hadn’t meant to fall for the shadowsinger – just flirt with him here and there, just enough to maybe piss him off and have your father get rid of him so you could enjoy your freedom. But he’d taken the flirting like a champ, and you’d just tried harder and harder to crack open his shell, only to find that you adored what was inside.

You looked at Azriel with pleading eyes. “Come to the lake with me?”

You saw Azriel fight the urge to roll his eyes, instead turning back to his book. You ripped it from his grasp and his eyes widened as you grabbed onto his wrists and leaned closer.

“Please,” you begged. “You are my only friend in this castle besides my brother, surely you understand my need to escape, if only for a few hours.”

Azriel watched you carefully, those eyes guarded, and you mentally prepared yourself to be shut down again, and have to go out at night, by yourself–

“How would we distract the guards?” Azriel mused, taking you by slight surprise. “I’m pretty sure they’d notice if we went missing.”

“I can create a glamour,” you offered once you got over your slight shock.

Azriel nodded, and gestured for you to proceed. You closed your eyes and allowed the magic to come to the surface, and before you knew it, you stood by the window, and Azriel sat at the desk. Neither of them moved, seemingly frozen in time, but their scents and presence was real enough.

“Wow,” the real Azriel said softly, looking over the two glamours. “That is impressive.”

You felt the blood run to your cheeks. “Thank you.”

“Where to now?” Azriel asked.

You cocked your head, mentally running through each of your favourite places. You landed on a place Eris had shown you a long, long time ago, and you held out your hand for Azriel’s. He took your hand instantly, and something about the ease in which he did so made your heart flutter.

Concentrating, you allowed the world to fold around you, and your magic took you to where you wished to be. The world shifted and merged, and then you stood before a small lake, the water reflecting the scarlet and amber leaves of the canopy of trees above. Azriel sucked in a breath and you turned to face him, awaiting his reaction.

“It’s… beautiful,” he murmured, eyes bright and drinking in every detail.

You hummed in agreement, the view still taking your breath away. You rarely got to visit this place — Eris tended to be too busy to take you, and no one else would allow you to leave the castle. You truly loved this place — it was far enough from the scheming court that you could actually breathe.

“Do you come here often?” Azriel inquired.

You shrugged softly. “Not so much any more. When I was little, and actually allowed out of the castle, Eris used to bring me here. There were always guards following, and it was so overbearing, but…” You paused to glance at the shadowsinger, his eyes already on you. You felt heat warm your cheeks as you continued, “It’s nice to be here with you. Your presence is… calming. Welcoming.”

Azriel smiled softly, and dipped his head. “I’m honoured you feel that way.”

You smiled back but refused to let your thoughts wander, especially as those gorgeous hazel eyes bored into yours. You cleared your throat, thinking of anything that  would get him to stop looking at you like that. Because if he didn’t, you weren’t sure if you could control yourself.

Because over these past few weeks… Azriel had opened up to you. You knew him now, as a person, and you were afraid to admit that it was something more than friendship you felt for the shadowsinger.

You turned to the lake and before you could overthink it, you began to unbutton your tunic. Azriel’s sharp intake of breath almost made your fingers fumble, but you miraculously continued.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice slightly strained.

You pulled your tunic off, your undergarments doing nothing to protect you from the cool chill. Half a thought had fire beneath your skin, keeping you warm. “I’m going for a swim.”

“It’s freezing,” Azriel protested.

You offered him a sly grin. “I’ll keep you warm.”

Azriel frowned slightly, but sighed and removed his shirt. He was the most glorious male you’d ever seen, but his half-naked body made him more so. You had to distract yourself by untying your boots to stop from simply launching yourself at him, but by doing so, you turned your back to him.

Azriel’s next words were strangled. “What is that?”

You turned back to face him, eyes following his gaze to whatever he had found. But he was looking at you with wide eyes as he clenched and unclenched his scarred fists, the scars so similar to what marred your back.

“Scars,” you whispered.

Azriel’s eyes hardened, and he walked over to you. Despite the ferocity in his eyes, his touch was gentle as he turned you around, and peered at the marks along your spine. He said nothing, just shook with rage…

“My father,” you explained, “used to hurt me the same way he hurts my mother. No one could stop him from it. He liked to… to stop them from healing, so I can feel the pain and reflect on what I have done.”

Azriel still said nothing, so you pivoted to face him. His eyes glittered with cold, dark rage — rage at your father and his actions. Something in his gaze made your heart swell, a warmth that rivalled the sudden fire crackling in your stomach. Here was someone who understood, someone who wouldn't judge you for the cruelty you'd endured.

"Let's go for a swim," Azriel growled, his voice low and dangerous.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips despite the ache in your heart. Maybe this swim wouldn't just be a physical escape. Maybe, with Azriel by your side, it would be a chance to wash away some of the emotional scars as well.

Azriel began unbuttoning his belt, and by the Cauldron, you’d made a mistake. Having him undress himself in front of you…

No. You couldn’t think about that. You finished removing your clothes, leaving only your undergarments, before walking straight into the lake. The water was cold against your skin, but your magic quickly warmed the pool, as if it were the end of spring and not autumn. You heard Azriel follow behind, the water splashing softly, and you tried not to imagine how the water lapped against his body.

You leaned back, allowing the lake to keep you afloat as you stared up and into the canopy of ruby and gold. It was like being inside a jewellery box – so gorgeous, so rich, but kept away from everyone and everything else. It was suffocating, being in the Autumn Court.

“Tell me about Velaris,” you murmured, turning to face Azriel.

He tread water close to you, and his brows lifted in amusement. “I have already told you everything about Velaris thrice now.”

 “I wish to know more,” you hummed. “I want to know more.”

Azriel sighed, but not from annoyance. “The City of Starlight is… there aren’t words to describe it. Nurturing, peaceful, full of life… home.”

Home. The way he had described it to you every time you asked… that was exactly what it sounded like. You wished you had been born there, instead of in this wretched court. 

The water was clear beneath you, clear enough that you could see every gorgeous part of his body. The muscled abdomen, the strong arms… it was enough to make your core throb.

Stop that, you chided yourself.

A shadow darted across the water towards you, and you lifted a hand to greet it. It danced around your hand, weaving its way through your fingers. It was content in its actions, as if there was no place it would rather be. Azriel’s gaze stayed on the shadow, his brows furrowed in thought.

The two of you swam lazily for a long time, simply enjoying each other's company. It was… freeing and calm, being with Azriel. He made everything feel right.

After drying yourselves off and reluctantly putting your clothes back on, you grabbed onto Azriel and winnowed him back to your room. The glamours were still present, but faded with a simple wave of your hand. You turned to face Azriel, only to see him watching you intently. Gods, you wished he hadn’t put his shirt on, wished you could run your hands all over his body…

Azriel’s nose flared and his eyes widened at the scent you’d put off. He looked as if he’d take a step back, and you would respect that, even if it crushed your heart, but a shadow appeared at his ear, whispering its secrets. 

You didn’t know who moved first, but suddenly your lips met in a heated, rushed kiss. You wound your hands into his hair as he gripped your hips and pulled you against him. You sucked on his bottom lip and pulled, grinning into the kiss. The next second you were on your couch, Azriel hovering above you, his lips never leaving yours.

He tasted perfect, just like you dreamed he would. His hands traced up and down your sides, never going too far. Your hands roamed over his broad chest, nails scraping over clothing that you desperately needed to get rid of. You tugged at the hem of his shirt and he pulled away, breathing heavily.

“We — we shouldn’t be doing this,” he gasped.

You paused, looking up at him. “Do you want this?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation.

“I want it too,” you hummed. “So with two consenting parties, I’m pretty sure we can do what we please.”

Azriel’s mouth quirked upwards slightly, but he withdrew slightly and said, “If… if your father finds out that you’ve been… that I… sullied you–”

“It’s already happened,” you stated calmly. “He doesn’t know, and he never will.” You took a breath. “But I’m not going to force you into this if it’s not something that you truly want–”

“I do,” Azriel cut in quickly. “I just… I want to make sure that we both understand the… consequences.”

You let out another breath, this one somewhat tinged with relief. And something was swelling in your chest at the fact that he didn’t just want to fuck you, but to make sure you were safe as well…

You leaned forward and kissed him softly, gently. He made a noise that made your core turn molten, and his hand grabbed your thigh, hoisting it around his hips. He began to slowly, torturously, grind his hips against yours, barely allowing any friction between the two of you. You let out a small whine, bucking your hips, and Azriel let out a low laugh.

“Someone’s desperate,” he purred, nipping at the spot where your neck met your collarbone.

In response, you bucked your hips again, letting him know where you wanted him, and you wanted him there now. Another chuckle left the shadowsinger’s lips as he continued to suck and bite at your throat, and then slowly made his way down your collarbones. Your shirt was off and discarded within seconds, your bra shortly after.

Azriel’s hands tauntingly grazed the undersides of your breasts as he kissed you again, his tongue making exploring strokes within your mouth. Mother above, you wanted him to touch you, not tease you–

As if he’d heard your thoughts, his left hand cupped your breast, his fingers circling the nipple. A noise came out of you, so full of wanting that Azriel shuddered, but continued his task. His hand kneaded while fingers inched closer and closer to that peaked nipple. As if he couldn’t wait any longer, Azriel tore his mouth from yours and replaced that circling finger with his tongue. Your body arched, needing to feel him against you… but was shoved back down by a scarred hand against your stomach, just as he sucked on that nipple. A soft moan left your lips at the sensation, your hands finding his hair and his muscled shoulder. Your core throbbed in answer, and all you wanted was for him to be inside you…

“Azriel,” you gasped. “Please.”

Azriel hummed around your breast, eyes flicking to yours. You could tell by the smirk in his eyes that he was enjoying himself, and thoroughly.

“Please,” you begged, just wanting him between your legs.

Azriel removed his mouth from your chest, and shadows skittered in his wake, replacing where his lips had been. The stimulation of his shadows felt just as good as his mouth and tongue, and Azriel shifted downwards, planting himself between your legs. Your pants were too tight, and you needed them off right now. Azriel understood and pulled them right off in one fluid motion, attaching his lips to your inner thigh. No matter how much you shifted your hips, his lips never left your legs, just leaving dark marks so tauntingly close to where you wanted him.

“Azriel,” you pleaded as he hovered over your core, before switching to the other thigh. “No.”

Azriel smirked up at you. “Where do you want me, princess?”

You couldn’t form words, couldn’t tell him as his breath fanned over that sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs. You managed a small whine, which had Azriel chuckling again, eyes trained on you as if he were a predator, and you were his prey.

“Please,” you begged again. “Please, Azriel.”

Azriel grinned, “Only because you asked so nicely.”

The first stroke of Azriel’s tongue had flames scorching through your veins. He licked a long, clean stripe up your centre, before sucking on your clit. You threw your head back in pleasure, eyes rolling back as he continued to feast on you like a man starved. Azriel slowly slid a finger inside you as he devoured you, making you both groan.

“Fuck, princess,” he growled lowly, adding a second finger. “You feel so fucking good around my fingers. Imagine how you’ll feel around my cock.”

After those words, it took an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to reach your climax, and when you did, you could have sworn the shadows around you shuddered in answer.

Azriel pressed a soft kiss to your clit, smirking as your legs twitched from the sensitivity, before hauling you into his arms and carrying you to your bed. He lay you down gently before reaching for his pants. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he undid the buttons, and took his pants off in one swift movement. You reached out, your hand meeting his rock hard cock through his boxers. Azriel let out a soft groan as you stroked the enormous length of him, your mouth watering at the feeling.

“Are you – are you sure you want to?” Azriel got out, his eyes glazed over with lust.

You nod your head, your fingers already tugging at the waistline of his undershorts. They were off seconds later, and he was lining himself up at your entrance.

“You tell me if it hurts, okay?” he said, before thrusting in slowly.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He was huge – your walls clenched around him as he slowly sank deeper and deeper into you. As soon as he was in to the hilt, he leaned down and kissed you, soft and slow. 

You liked this gentle side of Azriel, but it wasn’t what you’d been fantasising about these past few weeks. You wanted more – you wanted him to fuck you hard and fast – so you captured his bottom lip between your teeth and sucked. He groaned softly, pulling out all the way to the tip before thrusting back in again. You let out a gasp and he did it again, getting faster and faster.

“Fuck, Azriel,” you moaned, eyes fluttering closed as you threw your head back onto the pillows.

His movements stopped, and his hand wrapped around your throat as he growled, “None of that. I want you to look at me as I fuck you.”

Your eyes opened immediately, locking with his. Azriel’s other hand gripped your hip tightly, and a small smile grew on his face as you looked at him. He began to roll his hips again, as he purred, “Good girl.”

An embarrassing noise made its way out of your mouth at the praise, but Azriel swallowed it with his lips. The shadows still teased away at your breasts, and you felt yourself coming closer to your second climax.

“Azriel,” you begged as he thrusted in and out of you, getting faster and faster, the hand around your neck adding the perfect amount of pressure to elevate your pleasure..

“I know, sweetheart,” he groaned, hips slapping against yours. “You can come for me, princess. Come for me, Y/n.”

Your name on his lips tipped you over the edge and you cried out his name. He came tumbling after you a moment later, and his hips slowed to a stop. The two of you were breathing heavily, Azriel still hovering above you. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before sliding out of you.

He hesitated as he kneeled before you, and you gestured to the bed. He smiled softly, laying down beside you and pulling you close, your bodies pressed flush against each other.

“Sleep, sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head.

You drifted away quickly, safe and sound in Azriel’s arms.

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[silkenwinger]

cherry

mdni. one sided enemies to lovers (?) konig x reader. 5k something. part two here

You wish he would just disappear. That some way or another, you could get him out of your hair. Sure, there’s always leaving your job, but that’s not really convenient, is it.

You wish he was outright antagonistic, mean or just an asshole. Someone who abuses his power over underlings. A self centered idiot who can only think with his dick, who gets other people in danger for his pride.

Yet he’s none of that, and you have to cope with it. Which you are unable to do.

“This fucking thing— ugh!” Snarls Roze, still trying to set up the new tent as shown in the diagram. It falls over with a soft thump and she kicks it again.

“These have to be the wrong instructions,” you tell her, turning around the leaflet. You’ve been at it for more than half an hour now, and they usually don’t take this long. Still, better the dryness of the desert to find out there’s been a manufacturing mishap than pouring rain. KorTac has deployed you here before, which is why you know you can’t just wing it and sleep outside. The night chill is unbearable.

“C’mon. Let me try,” says Horangi, holding out an arm. For all his male pride, he comes to the same conclusion as you and Roze. You’re collectively scratching your heads when a shadow falls over you.

“What is the issue?” König asks, hands on his hips and sun behind him, like some sort of Superman figure. Ugh.

“It’s not setting up.”

“Let me see.” He grabs the leaflet from Horangi’s hands, looks at it for fifteen long seconds, returns it to him and crouches down to pick at the tent. It’s odd, seeing such a big man working on something small. Comical, you’d say.

He sets it up in seven minutes (timed), but admits the instructions could be clearer and less misleading. He rises up and claps his hands on his thighs.

“I used to do a lot of camping, ah-ha,” he says, thumbing at his stupid hood.

“Well, thank you König. We would be sleeping outside without you,” says Roze.

“Yeah man, thanks,” Horangi adds.

You can feel his eyes on you. Those blue eyes, always in such weird expressions. Maybe you would read him more easily if he didn’t have the mask. You don’t care anyway. You muster a little smile so you don’t read as completely sociopathic to the whole group, and he seems happy enough. But you’re not satisfied with him being the hero of the night.

“Camping, uh? Wasn’t it hard, with your height and all?” It’s meant to be a jab to his clear struggles with his size. Something that only really shows outside of the battlefield, you have to admit.

“No, not really. Eh, my parents are tall as well, we would always buy big tents. With friends… a bit. I slept outside once.” His voice is shy revealing this. From previous conversations, you know he wasn’t the most sociable boy in his school. Neither were you but you didn’t end up wearing odd masks.

The normal reaction would be to commiserate him, coddle him for the harsh events of his youth. You’re incapable of that.

“Must have been a pretty clear cut decision from all the others.”

You can feel the side-eye from Roze and Horangi through your head.

“Ahah, yes it was… I was taking two whole spaces for myself…” he says, sounding a bit sad and lost in memories.

“That’s not going to happen now, this is pretty roomy,” interrupts Horangi, and your session of tormenting your team leader is abruptly brought to an end. Pity, but maybe it’s better to keep this a little more private.

“Dibs on the first watch!” Roze yells, and you groan. She always gets it before anyone else!

König, Horangi and you play rock scissor paper to decide the other turn. You lose first and you pout slightly: you hate second watch more than anything. Shaking it off, you start to head to the side, but you're stopped by an arm in front of you.

“We can switch. If you want,” says König, who got the third watch. You crook an eyebrow at him. Does he think you're unprofessional, that you can't even do your job? The fucking gall.

“No thanks. I don’t need handouts,” you turn your nose up. Horangi scoffs, which makes you turn to glare at him. König has no real reaction, just murmurs something between himself. This time you really leave.

Hour later, peaking your head out of the tent door, you shiver at the difference in temperature. You hate missions without safe houses…

“Ah, nice. Slept well?” Greets Roze when she sees you. You shake your head.

“More of a nap than a night’s rest,” you sigh as you turn to sit down next to her. You suppose she’s not really sleepy, but anyway, you enjoy her company.

“Hey,” she calls your name. You hum to show her you’re paying attention.

“You know I respect you. You’re a great fighter,” you preen at that, “but what is up with that?” Your face falls at that.

“What are you talking about?”

“You and König, c’mon. You’re bullying the guy! And I’m always in favor of mistreating men, but then he doesn’t fight back at all, and it’s just pathetic to watch. What even is the satisfaction in that?” She sounds genuinely baffled. Panic rises in you: you never actually thought you’d get cornered like this.

“He irks me, okay?” You try to justify yourself as you shift in your seat. You haven’t really interrogated much on why you feel this way. You figured it was just a normal reaction to König himself, and everyone was just better at hiding it.

“Irks you… yeah, he isn’t the smoothest guy or anything, but you’d think he was Satan the way you describe him. He really just fights, eats, sleeps and talks with you and Horangi.” She sits with that for a moment and just looks at you, really looks at you. “Maybe you’ve got something going on, I think he’s quite fond of you actually.”

“Fond of me… Roze, what the fuck are you going on about?” You exclaim, on edge. It’s far too late (or early?) to really express yourself in any way that makes sense. “He probably feels the same way I do about him, which is annoyance. He can’t be that thick not to realize I’m being antagonistic.”

“Hmm, if you say so.” She gets up and pats your shoulder, tiredness showing up in her limbs. “It’s not really my business. See you tomorrow,” she waves as she enters the tent, dismissively. It’s like she saw you being too defensive and thought you were a lost cause…

Your watch is uneventful and boring and cold and you can’t stop thinking about what Roze told you. Recounting your experiences with König, you think back to the first time you met. It stings to say it, but you’d felt intimidated, shaking the hand of a man almost feet taller than you, clad in an executioner hood. His hand was a bit cold and clammy, which was in contrast with his appearance. The way he shook your hand was unusual too. Men in the military are quick to establish dominance– the sadistic ones grip women’s hands so hard, it almost feels like they’re trying to strangle them. König’s handshake was delicate, and his eyes were oddly wide. Far from what imagination could conjure about his figure.

Starting from when you were put under his command, you’d seen König make an ass out of himself pretty often. Never on the battlefield– he was akin to a god on there, his strides decisive, his bullets accurate, and his violence lavish. For that alone you’d never send in a request to change teams: you know what you leave but you don’t know what you’re going to find. The issues with König lay in that creepy high pitched tone of voice he has sometimes while narrating stories, or the way he appears to have zero space awareness while moving around base. You witnessed him hitting his head or side on door frames far too many times for comfort. In some ways, it kinda killed the respect you could have for him as a leader. But then you’d watch him clear a room in a few bloody seconds, and you’d have to give it to him again. Unfortunately. But it’s now apparent that you can’t cling to any justification that will make sense to other people without you sounding completely out of your mind or like a bitch. Which you can be.

Checking your watch, it’s indeed time to go back to sleep. König hasn’t shown up by himself, the oaf, so you need to go wake him up. Ugh…

Crouching, you enter the tent. Horangi is still snoring away, thankfully not too loudly. You get on your knees to move more quietly and crawl your way to the horizontal column on the back. It’s hard to see well in the darkness, but König feels oddly still in his cot. You’d think he trashed around in his sleep like he does when awake.

Once you reach him, you touch his shoulder, murmuring his callsign not too loudly. No reaction. You do it again, this time a bit stronger, and he still doesn’t wake up beside grumbling some incomprehensible gibberish. Already irritated, you grab him by both shoulders and shake him alright. You realize you’ve made a mistake only when your arms are being coiled by something so tight you think your blood flow has stopped. Loud breathing can be heard in the closeness of the space– it is right in front of you.

“König,” you whisper, “it’s me. I’ve come to wake you up.” If there’s any fear in your voice you hope your disgust still dominates it.

“Scheiße– sorry,” he says, voice thick with sleep, and you think he blinks or starts to understand where you two are. You relax a bit in his hold, shifting on your folded legs, and he finally realizes he’s still holding you.

“I’m sorry, sorry. I was dreaming,” his hands brush the sides of your arms before releasing you, as if appeasing a dog he accidentally stepped on. You scowl. He finally starts to move and sits up, his torso an even darker mountain in the obscurity.

“Are you going to sleep here?” He asks, voice high pitched, you’d say almost nervous as you move closer and don’t retreat to the other side of the tent. Your scowl gets deeper.

“I’m already here and they’re all the same size,” you say, taking your place in the cot. It’s comfortably tepid, to your pleasure. “It’s warm, too. You can sleep on mine when you’re done.” Considering the affair over, you bring the cover over your body and settle down. It smells a bit like him.

König is still crouching next to you: other than his breath, you can tell he’s there by the noise of his nails scratching up and down on his pants. Still not hearing him move, you raise your head.

“Aren’t you going outside?” Your tone could be meaner and more acidic, but drowsiness softens you, too.

“Yes… I’m going…” He sounds uncharacteristically reluctant, like he wants to oppose but knows he can’t. What, is watch duty too common for your team leader? You tut and turn over, and finally you hear him put his gloves on and walk outside.

You wake up to the sound of people speaking some hours after. Sighing, you get up, stretching away the ache from basically sleeping on the ground. It takes you a second to understand you’re not in your own bed and you’re in König’s instead. Getting up, you grab your utilities from your bed and exit the tent. In the makeshift camp, you see Roze and Horangi chattering away with instant coffee cups, and König working on his rifle. Roze sends you a charged look, to which you reply with a confused expression.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. That your new callsign?” She pokes at you, laughing.

You groan and walk over the coffee pot.

“Why didn't you wake me up?”

She shrugs, turning over in her thermal jacket. “We don’t have to be there before oh nine hundred. You can sleep on company time,” she finishes her coffee, throws the cup away and enters the tent again to dress up. You bite your lower lip and pour some for yourself, casually glancing over your male teammates. Horangi is just hovering, no doubt done with his preparations since he’s been awake for longer. König is still cleaning his rifle, and he hasn’t spared you a glance. You decide to fix that.

“You want to clean it so hard you can look at yourself during fights?” Snickering, you come up behind him. König slightly jumps, his hands clutching the rifle hard in order for it not to fall.

“Ahah, it was a bit filthy from yesterday. But now it’s clean,” he puts it down gently and carefully, always careful around guns. You look at him from behind your coffee cup. As always, it’s hard to tell what he’s feeling with the mask in the way, but he’s being particularly evasive today. To the point he hasn’t even looked you in the eye yet. Still, he turns to face you.

“What’s up with you today?” You ask him. You’re used to seeing him a little less down. If he isn’t feeling well, it could turn massively bad for all involved.

“Nothing. I hope the mission goes well.” He sounds more sure now. You shrug. His body moves as he stands up, and as always it unsettles you. But you refuse to address whatever that means, so you reply nonchalantly, “It seems pretty straightforward.”

“Ja…” He shuffles over his feet. You lean a bit over, wondering if he has anything else to say. He doesn’t, but he finally looks you in the eye: you keep looking at each other until Horangi speaks out of the blue and says it’s time to move. You turn abruptly and go join Roze in the tent.

It could have been over in a second. The building you were meant to go in, or what remains of it, has been reduced to a pile of burning debris, explosives turning it outside down. And you would have been none the wiser as it’d turn your guts out, too.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, and Horangi next to you urges you to move along, to follow König. König, who was the one to actively tell you and Horangi to not split from his command. You’d cringed, but followed him anyway, unkeen to disobey, and Horangi always listens to König anyway. And now you were alive because of a decision König made. Again.

Another successful assignment from KorTac. Please feel free to contact us again for any inquiry.

Looking outside the helo, you observe the silent dunes you’ve just left.

This always happens, you reason. Someone has a hunch. Another got a call from his grandma telling him not to go. You dream of a different path from the one that you’re supposed to take.

Why is König so good at this? It’s good that he’s good at this. You’d be missing your limbs otherwise. He sits across from you, knees brushing with yours. His eyes are glazed over, drowsy, hands folded together. An innocent visage, if one discards the blood over his clothes.

Ire crashes over you like waves. This fumbling man, almost stuck eternally in his adolescent, awkward state, is fucking great at his job. Far better than you could ever hope to be. Not only is he genetically built for hard conditions, but he’s also gifted with a natural sense for the battlefield and military tactics.

You’ve been thinking about him far too much lately. Looking at his back, at his incredibly toned legs. Torn between the long lasting distaste you’ve had for him and… whatever admiration you begrudgingly hold for him.

A light turns on in your mind.

That makes sense.

The Hungarian base is one of KorTac’s smallest. It’s usually bare from anything but the basic necessaries, and it has very few permanent workers. It’s the same case this time. The four of you and the pilot walk in a ghost town. One worker greets you like he had no idea you were even supposed to land there. They need to stop firing communication people in this company.

“König,” you muster a sweet tone, fighting the bile that comes up in your throat. König turns from walking with the others to face you, immediately alert.

“Can we go… somewhere private?” He freezes for a second, and then nods, eyes a bit wary. Fine. You honestly thought he’d be more hesitant. Maybe Roze does have a point.

You walk for a bit side to side and then open a random room in the corridor, furnished with just a long table and a number of chairs not appropriate for its length. You close the door and stand there, deciding you’re not going to sit. Yet?

Fuck, you don’t actually know how to go about this.

“So,” you start, “how do you think we’ve been getting along?” You ask, trying to test the waters.

“Ehm. Pretty good, I’d say,” he replies, accent thicker than usual. Your doe-like expression immediately changes to a skeptic one. You tilt your head, calculating.

“You don’t think I treat you a bit differently than the rest of our teammates?”

He looks around, like he knows this question is a trap. You’d be more annoyed if it wasn’t so fun to have him all for yourself to tease.

“I think we are friends… you get along more with Roze, but still…” He fidgets at his missing belt loop. Ah, goddamn, that’s another stupid thing about him, why can’t he put a belt on properly?

“Friends? We are friends to you?” You ask, tone clearly disbelieving.

“Yes… are we not…?” König’s voice is a whisper now, insecurity leaking over and filling the whole room. Oh Jesus. Now you really feel like a middle school bully.

“I think… that I kind of have a problem with you, König…” You tell him, weirdly meek. There’s no other way to go about it. You wish he had the same mixed feelings you obviously hold for him, but instead his are tragically simple and gentle minded… What a contrast from the cold, calculating man that saved your life this morning.

“What problem?”

“Nothing really… it’s just that you distract me… a little too much.”

“Distract you like how? Is it something I do?”

“Yes, but you can’t change anyway,” you confess. And, deep inside you, you don’t want him to change. Part of the reason you can’t stand König, after all, is how he embodies some part of you— the one not carefully curated to be as badass and hardhearted as possible, but one that instead just is, even if it’s uncool. You’ve desperately tried to hide it all this time, convinced it could only hinder you in your career– and then König shows up, and not only is he one of the best soldiers you’ve met in your life, but he’s also unapologetically himself all the time. And it doesn’t stop him from achieving anything.

This plan is stupid anyway. König doesn’t seem to be the man who agrees to casual sex. Hell, sometimes it doesn’t seem like he’s even aware of the concept.

“Maybe I’m the one that has to change teams… If we just can’t find a solution to this problem of mine…” This is bait: you could be more explicit, but maybe you really do need to change teams. You can’t be consumed by thoughts of your team leader, it’s just embarrassing. This sexual attraction (but also resentment) you hold for König can’t have you zone out in an active combat zone.

“No!” He says, voice loud and clear, his tone filled with panic. “Please… I…”

“You what?”

“I… I like you.” He confesses, eyes low. His hands are trembling a little.

Five seconds pass before you elaborate a reply to that.

“König, I treat you like shit!” The exclamation probably surprises you more than it does him.

“S-So?” He pants, what little of eyebrows you can see low, pupils dilated only a slight blue circle remains of his irids.

“So? How low is your confidence to like me when I insult you all the time?” You hiss, mere centimeters away from his face. How bad have his relationships with people been so far if he considers you a person worth liking?

You lower your eyes and see that his knees are bent in order to be closer to your height. If your mind wasn’t already made up, this would be the turning point. He follows your gaze down his body with his eyes and whimpers when your eyes lock on his bulge. Your little stress problem is going to get solved alright.

“You like me? Alright. We can go there, if you want. But remember, this is for me and my problem. Got it?” You point at his chest and he nods frantically at that, like he can’t believe this is really happening.

“Fine then. Take off your clothes.” You order, taking a step back and leaning your back on the absurdly long table. You’d make him remove his mask, but that feels like an additional step in intimacy you’re not sure you can ask of a man you claim to hate to the majority of people you know. And, most of all, you can’t force him. You’re out of bitterness for the day. It doesn’t mean that you’ll make it easy for him, though.

König clutches at his pants, taking one long leg out and then the other, remaining in his standard boxers, erection barely hidden behind them. He then moves to his jacket, which he drops to the ground, and then his compression shirt– his pecs are reddened by the blush you’re sure covers his whole neck and face. Your hand points down, and König immediately drops to the ground, so you can beckon him over with a slight gesture. He crawls over to you, stopping right in front of your booted feet.

You deeply enjoy ordering him around, so why stop now.

“Unhook my pants,” you tell him, “but don’t remove my panties yet.” He nods and brings his trembling hands to your belt, undoing it faster than expected, to then lower your pants to your ankles so he can move more comfortably between your legs.

“König,” you call out his name.

“Hmm?” he purrs, barely taking away his eyes from your clothed pussy. You think he’s been getting progressively closer.

“What are we going to do… with your mask?”

“Don’t worry,” he raises a thumbs up, like a huge fucking loser that you’re somehow attracted to, “I can manage.”

“Well then, manager,” you snark, irritated once again, “proceed. Eat me out.” He takes one hand off your leg to uncover his lower face– you only see a flash of it before it is hidden to you again.

He digs in, at first sniffing you, and then licking you through the cotton of your underwear. The warmth of his body is scorching in the chill air of the unused room. His tongue diligently brushes against your clit and slit until your gusset is soaked, and only then he moves them to the side to make direct contact with your pussy. You hiss as your elbow falls down on the table, your legs now spread open even further as he sucks on your clit. Apparently he does know what sex is.

“Can I use my fingers? Please?” He looks up, hood now covering him completely again.

“Hm… let me think on it…” you pretend to really ponder on it, and you see his eyes get bigger and wetter.

“Please!” he begs again.

“Alright, go ahead big guy,” you decide to throw in a compliment for his begging. After all, he’s being quite good. So much for the strict dominance.

His finger penetrates your entrance slowly at first, maybe afraid of going too fast. He takes his sweet time exploring, seeing which movements or spots really make you welp.

“Don’t get distracted now,” you tell him, kicking him lightly on his back with your heel. This is about you, not his curiosity. He straightens his back and starts licking you again, eager and enthusiastic. To think you’ve been just boiling over in your anger when you could have made good use of him.

You can feel your climax readily rising up, spurred by König’s slobbering care. Your hand reaches to keep him closer to you, and you think you can almost feel his hair under the hood. Longer than you expected. The mounting sensation and heat comes to a high and you come, strangled moan and head thrown on the table. König keeps licking and fingering you until you forcibly tear him apart from your pussy.

After the momentary bliss, there’s a moment there when you think about what you’re doing. If this is simply about getting off, the encounter can end here, even though you could be more satisfied. You’re not sure it’s only about that, though. König is panting in front of you when you raise your head, calm besides his breathing. You look at the sheer size of him, and think of his selflessness and his patience dealing with you. And then you look down at the stain of precum on his briefs and go what the hell, sure.

“Can I touch you?” You ask him, but before you can even finish the question he’s already saying yes yes yes.

Your hand brushes his bulge and he jolts, toes high. You scoff a little, entertained by his always so vivid reactions. When you take his impressive cock out, you give it an experimental jerk and see him jump even higher.

“God, König, keep it together, will you now?” You laugh derisively at him, to which he just grumbles a bit sadly.

“What do you want, huh? Want me to jerk you off? Want to fuck me?” You ask teasingly, getting even closer to his masked face and stroking his cock. Once again, he just mumbles. The still unresolved irritation rears its ugly head, and after squeezing his head until he yelps you let go of him.

“I’m not going to do anything if you don’t tell me. I’ve had it with your mumbling,” you snarl and cross your arms. König’s entire body animates and tightens at his panic, and his arms leave his sides to tentatively reach out to you.

“Y-You can do whatever you want to me.”

“Pathetic answer. Pick something, or I’m getting out of here and leaving you hard and leaking.” He finishes reaching out then, and grabs your hips softly, almost as if afraid of hurting you. One of your legs snakes around his.

“I want…” He starts, unsure and twitchy.

“You want?” You encourage him, squeezing his arm not so gently.

“... to fuck you.” He whispers, ashamed. You laugh in his face. He must come from a different planet, a different universe altogether. How can a man of his size be so submissive? It feels like an impossible combination, but you’re not complaining.

“Go ahead, then,” you tell him sweetly, and he nods only once this time, decisive. He grabs his dick then and reaches your entrance. Both of you are so soaked it’s almost effortless: his cock fills you and more, to the point the last inch of him takes more time and care. But you can almost feel him in your guts due to his length. König groans when settles inside you, and moves his arms to hold you in a lover’s embrace. You can feel his ragged breath next to your ear. A bit baffled, you move your arms to hold him too. The smell you inhale is the same you felt last night, so utterly him.

“Alright?” You whisper next to his ear, the soft brush of his hood on your cheek.

“Perfect… so hot…” he replies, squeezing you even harder. You sputter a bit at that, not expecting it, but squeeze back.

“You can start moving now.”

His first thrusts are uncertain and slow. You caress his mighty back to encourage him, and then your hand goes lower and you grab a handful of that ass. He gasps and you laugh again.

“You’re so big,” you tell him, “I don’t know how you even fit in me.” He straight up moans then, and drives so hard in you he almost knocks the wind out of you. Feeling him get more desperate, you sneak a hand between you to brush at your clit, helping yourself get there. König rushes when he feels you get tighter, and you have to hush him to calm him down.

“Just a bit more,” you tell him, “resist a bit more.” He just heaves as an answer.

He keeps a good pace, not too slow or too rushed, but when he starts jamming a little you know he’s close. He calls out your name, tone worried.

“I’m about to…” You grab him by the neck then, at least what you can hold, and he stills, in what is no doubt a great exercise of restraint. The torture could go on for longer, but all things considered he’s endured enough from you. Somewhere along the way this has stopped being about you and your problem, and has begun to be his as well.

“Let’s do it together,” you just whisper as you let go of him, hand going back to touch yourself. He mewls, this big puppy of a man, and you moan when his cock hits that special spot inside you. You come again, locking your legs around his waist, and he stutters and groans as he releases inside you, nosing at your neck. You swear you can feel his cum spilling out.

The two of you lay there for a moment, or two, or three. König’s face is still hidden in your neck, his back no doubt uncomfortable. He mouths something against your neck you don’t know how to decipher. Slowly, and reluctantly, you push at his shoulders. He rises then, and you immediately miss his heat and the feel of his body caging you in. Worst of all is when he takes his cock out of you– the gaping feeling is unbearable, coldness of the air hitting directly your tender core. König is looking at you like he doesn’t know what to do, which is exactly the case. You’re not so sure yourself. It’s the first time you sleep with a coworker you have a complicated relationship with.

“There’s the debrief…” you tell him, unconvinced. He knocks his head up, like you just reminded him, woken him from a spell.

You put your pants back on while König redresses. Looking at him, as those big muscles move and flex, you feel your desire for him rise again, but you’ve been gone for long enough. Roze and Horangi will already be suspicious.

Before you exit the room, you grab König by the arm. He takes a step closer to you, and you flex a bit on your toes to look at him in the eyes better. Moving your hand, you tenderly touch his face. He closes his eyes.

“König… you can’t let yourself be bullied all the time,” you brush his cheek through the mask and he leans on your hand.

“But I like when you tease me,” he says, head bowed. You giggle a bit at that.

“Then only I can do it, okay?”

He nods. You swear you can feel his smile through the cheap cotton of his mask.

[lightofraye]

Hey! Love your blog! I appreciate your insight and opinions on all things Elta and Jensen. I’ve seen the cracks for years.

I was prompted to come to your page and ask your opinion about the most recent (like just posted) video of Elta going through Jensen’s closet to find a shirt.

He tells her repeatedly “no” and then he when he says “that’s my favorite” she dismisses him and says “perfect”. The next shot is her distressing his shirt.

I don’t know about you, but that just pissed me off. Why not let the grown man pick the shirt out. He’s not a toddler! Of course her shirt was a plain white shirt. 🙄

Anyway, thanks for reading and keep up the amazing writing.

I'm suddenly wishing I could title this post with:

The Bitch Is Back!

Oh, not you! I mean her!

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Y'know... the bitch wife with zero respect for her husband and his belongings. The one who decided to make it clear she didn't respect him and destroy his favorite shirt because.... reasons.

Oh, right. The "shirt auction". The one that won't go to the people in need and will in fact line Misha Collins' pockets (and some of Danneel's) instead?

We know why she picked Jensen's shirt. Not just to torment him, destroy a favorite shirt. It's because she knows none of hers will get even remotely the same mileage as his would. He had a record auction bid for one of his shirts a few years ago. Like... $4,500 or close to it.

Hers probably wouldn't crack $500. And she knows it.

Then she tokenizes the kids again. (This absolutely negates the arguments by her stans that she doesn't.)

To top it off--she completely ignores that it's his favorite. Yes, he probably could go buy another one. That doesn't matter. It's a shirt from his time on Supernatural. A good reminder. She's destroying it, disrespecting him again, and showing him he can't have any joy. She'd just destroy it all.

And I've seen folks go "Oh, hear that moan at the end of the video!" That wasn't a moan. That was a scoff, a "Uh!"--the kind where someone goes "OMG, you're seriously doing this despite me saying 'no'?" That's not a moan of pleasure. That's a groan of pain. Of distress.

Wanna know what's worse? She throws in a plain white shirt, probably not even hers. Probably just bought off the rack at a store so she could pass it as hers.

Even more distressing? Why doesn't Arrow recognize her father's shirt? If he was around as often as his stans (and hers) claim, surely he would've worn it at least once in rotation around Arrow.

Lastly, notice that picture Arrow is drawing. Notice the number of people on it? There's four.

Two males, two females, supposedly. There's five in the Ackles household. Jensen, JJ, Arrow, Zeppelin... and Danneel. Where's the missing girl?

Oh. I know.

It's missing Danneel. Because Arrow doesn't include her in her precious memories with her visitations with her father. Because you know that's all this trip was--him paying a visit to the kids. And likely forcing him to participate in this bullshit.

Yes. I know that implies he has no spine. Pay attention to what I've been arguing, folks. He's in a rock and a hard place. And yes, he's timid. Saying 'no' to Danneel might make things worse.

It's just tragic how his and her stans are missing a key aspect here: respect. There's none of it in this at all. Danneel disrespects him about his shirt, his privacy, his feelings.

If the relationship had faded into what Jessica Alba recently described about her marriage to Cash, okay, that happens in a lot of marriages. But what shouldn't fade is respect.

There's none of it. Zero.

I was just talking to a friend of mine whose husband, while not abusive like Danneel (though maybe a touch emotionally abusive), has shown absolutely zero respect for my friend. As in, when he cut his hand at work--nothing too serious, though yes, it needed stitches--he played it up so hard that on top of work and taking classes for a promotion, she had to do everything. And did he thank her? Appreciate her? No. When she had a fever, he didn't even care to cook her a meal.

In a conversation we just had, because this Danneel topic brought it up, she asked me privately:

"Is this life telling me to leave?"

I asked her if she wanted me to answer honestly or lie. She asked for honesty. So I did, as gently as I could:

"Yes. He doesn’t respect you. He makes it obvious. If he cared—doesn’t have to be “love”—he wouldn’t have thrown a tantrum over gummy bears. He would’ve treated you better. You—and Jensen and myself and everyone else—deserve better."

Whether there was love or not, there should always be respect.

To top it off, there's now a discussion as to whether that was really Jensen. Because 1, they were real careful not to show their reflection in the mirrors; 2, the voice could be easily faked with AI (thanks a lot, AI).

I'm on the fence myself about it.

And hey, while we're on the topic.... why the fuck are there nails on Arrow's fingers? She's far too young to be wearing fake nails. I mean, seriously.

It could be damaging to the nail beds. It can cause injury. Their bodies are still growing and developing. We shouldn't be dyeing their hairs (I'm looking at how frequently JJ's hair color changed over the years) nor putting on fake nails.

Dear Danneel, you're not being a "cool mom". But I shouldn't be surprised. Bad mom, bad wife, bad activist.

Bad person.

Edit: As are the stans. The fuck, y'all.

[jodiesjamiez]

When do you think is the point where tommy just gave up on even trying to walk on the "good side" ?

Chasing ‘good’?

Thank you for asking!

To “walk on the good side” usually means to live in alignment with moral or ethical principles, such as embracing the ‘good’ in instances where you can react with compassion over cruelty, justice over exploitation, and honesty over manipulation. It implies a conscious effort to do what’s right, not just for yourself but for others, even when it’s difficult or inconvenient.

Throughout Peaky Blinders, we see that Tommy has very complex moral and ethical principles that are often contradictory. In season five, He never jumps to acknowledge that he is trying to do good things and be on the “good” or “right" side. Still, in that sense, I don't think trying to do a good thing like killing Mosley and undermining fascism and being a good person are equal here, at least for Tommy. 

After the crash in 1929, he resorted to the good old dirty ways to get their money up and got involved with the opium trade. Michael questions the morals behind that, saying, ‘Tommy knows what opium does to people’ because at this point it seems the business is legitimate primarily, and operating with factories and the real estate they have, etc. But alas, Michael was forcing him back into illegitimate business after losing so much to the crash. Tommy is once again forced to be a ‘bad man.’ Thanks Michael…

I think we sometimes mistakenly see Tommy’s action against the fascists as him seeking redemption, but it’s shaky from the start because it isn’t rooted in his fundamental beliefs. Of course, he sees that fascism is wrong, but his initial stance against it is rooted in garnering future favors from Churchill and being on the “right side,” ahem, the higher government's side, when war eventually shows up at everyone's doorstep. Aligning with a fascist is incredibly risky, and Tommy would NEVER do anything that would not benefit him in the future. The Labour Party and BUF were enemies, and with Tommy becoming the Deputy leader of the BUF, he’d be losing all the trust and influence he’d garnered in the Labour Party so far. I wish they had shown the consequences of that for him in parliament, but we just did not have the screen time. But anyway, I’m getting off track. He's still chasing the idea of being good, but with something to gain instead of just being good for the sake of it.

After Ben Younger’s death, I think Tommy realizes fighting fascism will be more difficult than he thought, and he needs to be all in emotionally. Before Ben died, we saw him continuing to front to Lizzie that he’s doing it all for the government when even she can see that it’s starting to get personal. Speaking with Ada, he acknowledges that Ben’s death:

“was a consequence of good intentions. My good intentions. I pushed him to report on the fascists. I thought it was the right thing to do. And as a result, Section D, or the Branch, or Intelligence had him killed.”

We see Tommy lose Polly and is told by Laura McKee that, "the deaths of your people are your own responsibility because you consistently fail to understand your own limitations." Polly's death is his breaking point, and forces him to realize that the one thing he tried to do that could benefit the world, like killing Mosley, is what has led him to fail to protect his family. Being on the "good side" isn't so good anymore. But Tommy must carry on because it's all he can do.

The later loss of Ruby really did him in and added another layer of his overwhelming helplessness and failure to protect his family. However, in the final episode, we see Tommy choose not to kill the doctor, and there's a suggestion that Tommy took a step away from what could have been a moment of revenge for his peace of mind.

And of course, I can’t ignore that he was capable of and did do good things like building housing for the poor and his institutions for children, but I don’t think Tommy ever believed in his own goodness or thought himself capable of any. He saw his money as a natural solution to a natural problem and had compassion for the people in his city.

Yet, in his head, he was not truly aligned with Labour Party politics and ideals, and always played every side of every conflict. He constantly walks the line in everything within his life and is hesitant to align himself with anything besides his family, and without them, we see him collapse. Peaky Blinders is about family, power, and how Tommy loses both.

[hxney-lemcn]

a Small act of Kindness Goes a Long Way— Abyss Razor x gn! reader

summery: A small act of kindness can go a long way when it comes to Abyss.

tw: bullying (?)

a/n: This isn't good, trying to get out of my writers block/just wanted to get something out.

wc: 0.6k

Master list

All you had done was give him a spare quill, you didn’t think much of it. Although you didn’t like giving people spare quills since you’d never get them back, you found yourself parting with the feathered pen. A small action really, and you thanked him when he gave it back to you. So why was he now defending your honor? He barely knew you after all!

You knew of him, Abyss Razor, a cursed student that held the evil eye. You never really thought much of it. You didn’t get why people shunned him (besides from being a part of the Magia Lupus). You knew magic was everything, it was what ran the world after all, but who cares if you can’t access it for a short amount of time? Although you wouldn’t wish to be his enemy. Due to your beliefs surrounding his evil eye, you had shown him a kindness few, if any, had ever shown him before. Which was something you didn’t fully realize.

So when a group of rude students started to mock you, you hadn’t expected the masked student to step up for you. Honestly, you were just going to continue walking, ignoring them would typically shut them down since they didn’t get the reaction they wanted, but Abyss seemed to have something else in mind. 

“I would refrain from making such remarks about them,” Abyss stated, standing confidently in front of the group. “I don’t wish to fight you, but if you continue, I will have no other choice.” You blinked in awe at the sight, you couldn’t wrap your head around why he was doing this. You talked to him once, so why was he willing to risk a fight when the group didn’t even really say much anyways? It was an unremarkable insult anyways. 

“S-sorry,” One of the guys stuttered, backing away. “We were just messin’ around.” You couldn’t see Abyss’ face, but you had a feeling he didn’t take too well to that. 

“It’s fine,” You finally stepped up, hesitatingly reaching out to tug on Abyss’ sleeve. You pulled your hand away when he tensed, looking down at you. It was intimidating, staring into the inky abyss where his eyes should be, but you didn’t waver. “Really, they’re not worth it,” You finished, fiddling with your fingers. That seemed to get him to pull away, glancing one last time at the group that scrambled away. 

There was a brief awkward silence, so you decided to speak up first, “Thank you, but you didn’t need to do all that.”

“I apologize if I overstepped any boundaries,” Abyss apologized, bowing his head. “I couldn’t just stand by when they dishonored you so carelessly.”

“Why?” It came out before you could stop yourself. You regretted asking when Abyss stood there silently, the mask giving him a haunting look. Unknown to you, Abyss felt a bit embarrassed about his reasoning. Even though kindness was something rarely bestowed upon him, he knew it was a bit silly to admit he cared greatly for you after you merely lent a quill to him. Yet you asked for a reason, and he would tell you, no matter how silly it may seem.

“...because you have been kind to me.”

You hadn’t expected that. You blinked wide eyed, unsure how to respond. The only time you had interacted was when you lent that quill…did it really mean that much to him? Once again, you were unsure how to respond. 

“Well…thank you, again.”

If such a small action mattered that much to him, if no one else would care about him, then you’d take matters into your own hands.

[queerfanfiction]

Could you write a fluffy smut where reader has mummy issues who cancelled on her for taking her bra shopping and Larissa offered to go with her and helps her pick out the perfect set but then it ends with smut idk you chose :)

Mummy Issues

Prompt is shown above. :)

word count: 3.6k includes: mommy issues, public-ish sex, discussion of trauma, fingering, fluff, mommy kink, praise kink

Your therapist is actually the one who suggested you ask your mom to go shopping with you to find a bra set for an upcoming performance. You’re not saying this specific reparenting technique doesn’t work, but there was no way in hell your mother was going to follow through. Still, you tried anyway. You were vulnerable anyway.

You’re exhausted from parenting your own parent, always considering other’s needs before your own. Fresh out of university and you still have never had anyone else take care of you for a change. The shopping idea was intended to be a low-stakes role reversal where your mom would step up to the task at hand.

Earlier that morning you texted your mom to confirm the meet up in Burlington. You never heard back, which wasn’t uncommon. Since you were coming all the way from Montreal, though, you expected some sort of acknowledgement. You even texted her as you were driving over to no avail. Downtown Burlington was not where you would have picked to shop if your mother was not involved. It was close to where she lived, and she loved the hustle and bustle of Church Street. To you it always seemed like a hot mess. Now you were in the middle of that mess alone.

After waiting in your car for 15 minutes, it doesn’t take a genius to know you got stood up once again. You contemplated just driving back right then and there. This wasn’t exactly something you wanted to do alone, yet none of your friends are in the area any longer. They all had moved away. Overwhelmed by the sheer fuckery of nothing ever working out, you were frustrated and tired. You consider breaking down into tears over the wasted trip and the years of parental neglect represented by this one instance.

The only person who you can think of still in the area is Ms. Weems. You suppose it’s Principal Weems now (thank you social media for that one). Is it weird to invite a former teacher you once had a massive crush on to go shopping? It’s been so long that it would be nice to catch up. You’re not going to lie, you were yearning to see the older woman. Impulsively, you dial the number she gave you for emergencies back when you attended Nevermore. To your surprise, a firm but sweet voice answers—the same voice that you’d fantasize about in your dorm when your roommate was out. You try to control your voice, but too many conflicting emotions make you croak and sniffle a bit when identifying yourself.

“My dear, is everything alright? And, please, it’s Larissa.” A tone of worry was inflected back to you by the other woman.

In an attempt to dodge the question about your wellbeing, you respond, “I’m actually back in Burlington, trying to find an outfit for an upcoming performance. Any chance you’re free?” You tried to sound as nonchalant as you could.

Larissa returned with, “Oh, I don’t wish to intrude, but it was very kind of you to think of me.” Shit, apparently too nonchalant…

You reflect on all the times Larissa had comforted you back at Nevermore. She was protective of all her students, but it truly meant the world to you. You had always thought it was just another day, another student problem for her. There were many times you were neglected or mistreated by your mother that Larissa was privy to back then. Knowing this, as a Hail Mary, you softly let slip out, “I was supposed to meet my mom…”

Without missing a beat, Larissa’s voice turned tight, “Where are you?” You glance at the cross streets, give her your location, and let her know the specific store you’re at. She concludes, “I’ll be there in 20 minutes, love.”

Your heart flutters at the familiar pet name.

—

You’re already occupying the changing room when Larissa arrives. She calls out for you, and you crack open the door to let her into the small fitting area.

You are met with the most comforting hug. Larissa stroked your hair and squeezed you tightly. The last time an embrace has felt so all-encompassing was also from Larissa, which is a bit embarrassing. You guess you just don’t have a lot of good huggers in your life, and it felt so nice to be held close by someone. You breathe out a long sigh, as if all your troubles are muted by the closeness of the woman in front of you. Her scent replaces the air in your lungs, and you consider how nice it would be to never end this embrace.

When she pulls back and sees that your eyes are slightly red and puffy, she bends down towards you to cup your face with both of her hands. All that comes out of her mouth is “Oh, sweetie.” You give her a half-hearted smile in response. Her hands immediately begin stroking your face, brushing hair from your eyes, and occasionally resting her thumb and index finger at your chin. This. This is what being cared for is; the realization hits you and radiates out through your body.

“I’m here for whatever you need. Would you like to debrief about your mother? Or carry on with what’s needed here?” Larissa gestures to the garments in the fitting room without taking her eyes off of you.

Noticing how close she still is to your face makes your head dizzy, and you stutter, “I-I need s-something to wear under a strapless dress that won’t show during a piano performance.”

Reassuringly, Larissa states, “We can do that. You know I have an eye for those sorts of things. We’ll have you sorted in no time.” She then moves her hands to your upper arms and rubs them before turning to examine the items already set out.

“Piano? It’s no wonder. You always played brilliantly at Nevermore,” Larissa continued elatedly, brandishing a supportive smile. You think back to times when you’d be practicing in Nevermore’s music auditorium alone and feel a comforting presence at the back of the concert hall near the doors. You always assumed it was your imagination, not daring to get your hopes up that someone cared enough to support you or cheer you on. Your mother made sure of that…

You feel so much more at ease with Larissa here. Now that you think about it, she has always provided stability and nurtured you. You remember that she would sometimes give you rides to Jericho when the only Nevermore vehicle at the time was in use. You credit a lot of your success with the piano to her too, because she would encourage you to do open mics at the Weathervane and signed you up to play at a parade that Jericho had every couple of years. 

Yes, you felt indebted to the tall, gorgeous woman before you. The years since you’ve seen her have only emphasized her beauty. Her demeanor is both commanding and protective. It’s as if she is more comfortable in her skin than before; there is a sureness in her stance that is nice to see and that you wish you had. Even though you always considered her fashionable, her clothes now exude a kind of pride and carefully crafted style. Larissa’s perfectly-coiffed updo accentuates the smooth, supple skin of her neck before disappearing beneath her expertly tailored dress.

These thoughts invoke a light blush from your cheeks, and you know you can’t speak about your crush on her in the past tense. Your immediate dry mouth while watching her is proof that it never went away. Now you’re wondering if you shouldn’t have sought her out to assist in purchasing the perfect underwear, especially because you see her turn towards the garments and an emotion flashes across her face when she realizes the kinds of items you’ve picked out and need assistance with.

You’ve always liked the idea of dressing up underneath your formal outfit. To you, it made it feel more special, gave you extra confidence. For instance, knowing a sexy lace set was underneath your clothes made you feel as if you had a fun secret. Though, you realize it’s probably inappropriate to expect Larissa to help with this. If she felt uncomfortable, she was hiding it well. You tried to continue on as if everything was normal, even though doing so felt impossible.

When Larissa sits on the small ledge provided in the dressing room, you emphasize, “Thank you again for coming. I just drove from where I am now in Montreal.”

Realizing you should continue trying items on, you reach to unbutton your shirt when you hear, “You poor thing! Have you eaten?”

At this, you scrunch your face and shake off your blouse. “I’ll get something after this.” So many conflicting emotions swirl inside of you. You’re conflicted at whether to relish in the desperately needed maternal care or to shrug it off as a defense mechanism.

You begin to unhook a bra from its hanger and feel like you should ask, “Do you mind?” Larissa interprets that you’d like to change from your bra into the new one, waving her hand dismissively and saying, “Go ahead” in a delicate manner.

Without looking too awkward and challenged, you attempt to put on the new bra while taking  your current bra off in quick succession. It would have worked if the one you were trying on actually fit you. You had a hard time getting it on, and once you did, your breasts spill out of the top half, giving you the illusion of having four boobs. With you panting from the endeavor, you and Larissa begin to laugh at how silly it looks. You’re surprised that you’re not mortified, but instead having fun.

With some of your own tension released, you turn away from Larissa and towards the mirror to decide if you like the bra enough to go up a cup size. As you do this, what you don’t see is Larissa’s curious gaze, as if she is wishing she could reach out and touch the pillowy softness of your breasts.

“So, this one is NOT it.” Your playful declaration pulls Larissa from her lustful thoughts. It’s short-lived, though, since you immediately begin to try on more items. This time you choose a deep maroon matching set, and you turn slightly away from Larissa in order to pull up the bottoms over your current underwear. Because of the limited space in the room, your ass accidentally winds up in Larissa’s face. As if it is all in your head, you pretend the enclosed space is not rife with sexual tension.

“That’s gorgeous,” Larissa coos moments later with her hand reaching out. With both hands, she rubs along the intricate lace detail at your hip bones, and it feels as if your skin is set ablaze. You fight the urge for your breath to turn heavy and wanting.

Even if all of the tension is in your head and one-sided, it doesn’t change the fact that you’ll need to stop trying things on soon. Well, at least stop trying on bottoms, because you can feel yourself getting wet under Larissa’s stares and encouragement.

“That fits you so very well.” “I love this on you.” “It looks absolutely spectacular.” “You look stunning.”

Not to mention Larissa has taken a hands-on approach to her support. After briefly touching your hips, she began dragging her long fingers along bits of your exposed skin when she was discussing an area. There’s no way she doesn’t notice the goosebumps that arise each time her touch lingers. At least being half naked in the chilly changing room is an excuse for the tight buds of your nipples. 

The juxtaposition between this experience and what your mother would have had in store for you is dizzying. No doubt she would have critiqued your strong shoulders or the cellulite on your thighs. It would have ended in a fight, you just know it. However, everything out of Larissa’s mouth was refreshing and electrifying. Maybe even healing at times?

The final set you had picked out was a delicate mesh thong bodysuit that was almost entirely see-through. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should you stop trying things on. Larissa must have noticed, because she uncrossed and crossed her legs a few times before voicing, “Go on, honey.”

Embracing the process sheepishly, you slip into the item and turn away from Larissa to look at yourself. You study the outline of your breasts in the mirror, trying to determine if the subtle texture of the mesh would be noticeable under your dress. Or would the distance between the stage and the seats obscure the texture?

You then see that Larissa seems to be studying them too, except her eyelids are hooded and her pupils are dilated. Almost in slow motion you watch her involuntarily lick her lips. Your heart beats quicker, a flash of heat moves through your body, and you suppress a low moan.

Your eyes meet Larissa’s in the mirror.

You couldn’t say who initiated what next. Only that you were on Larissa’s lap, straddling her, while her hands were on you, roaming over your body and settling on your hips. Your mouths are working in tandem with each other, and you welcome her red lipstick staining your lips and neck. Your hands go to Larissa’s face—one cupping it possessively and the other slinking back to grip the nape of her neck. You want desperately to wreck her perfect hair, turning it into physical evidence of your connection and closeness.

Both you and Larissa can feel the heated energy building between you as you frantically attempt to take off the mesh bodysuit. Before you can, though, Larissa steadies your hands and inquires breathlessly, “Is this okay, darling?” Her eyes search your own, and you can make out desire and worry in her eyes.

You have to take a moment to let what she is asking sink in. This feels like such a natural (if not slightly expedited) progression of your feelings for Larissa. You wonder if there is more underlying her question. You know you two will have to debrief your feelings but right now the hormones raging through your body make it hard to focus too much on the worry or questions around if this should be happening. Instead, your body wiggles on top of hers, begging to continue the friction of your hips against her. You involuntarily whine and nod. “I want this, Larissa.”

Seeing your need and the sureness in your gaze, Larissa regains her composure and utters, “Shh, let me take care of you.”

—

Larissa rivals your intensity with her own fierce need. Her kisses are passionate yet soft. Her hands are gentle but unyielding in how they explore your body once the mesh bodysuit is off. With her every caress and tender nip over your skin, you feel so wholly wanted, cared for, and desired. A fire underlies Larissa’s behavior, as if each touch begets more longing and thirst for you. At the same time, you couldn’t have anticipated the fervent need you had to be validated and devoured by this woman.

Once she has marked your neck with her lipstick and teeth, Larissa moves downward to take one of your fleshy, beaded nipples in her mouth. Barely audible to you, she breathes out, “Absolutely beautiful” before flicking it with her tongue and causing you to arch your back.

One of Larissa’s hands runs over your thighs, teasing you and drawing circles and zigzags on your delicate skin. You can’t help but whimper in need every single time her fingers get closer to where your thighs meet. After almost resigning to her pace and authority, she trails up to cup your arousal. Your legs twitch with the sudden contact, and you emit a gasp.

“You’re so wet for me.” Pleased, Larissa enunciates every word, drawing the words out and reveling in how at her mercy you are. “It’s intoxicating.”

Unable to withstand not taking action, you press your lips against hers roughly, trying to close any distance between your bodies. Breathless after many kisses, you move to suck on her neck and whisper, “Larissa.”

“Please.”

Only after this plea does Larissa finally dip a finger into you. It doesn’t feel like nearly enough. You would usually appreciate a sexual partner pacing themselves, but the need for her to fill you is overpowering. You wriggle your hips back and forth impatiently and breathlessly request, “More.”

Larissa delighted in your clear hunger for her, fully intending to give you everything you want. She eases in another finger past her second knuckle before adding a third finger once she realizes how slick and open you are for her. You unintentionally bite down on her shoulder, not expecting to get what you want without more begging.

 You couldn’t have imagined how good her fingers feel inside you. And you absolutely had imagined it. You remember pretending your fingers were hers after late nights riding back with her from Jericho. Or the time she gave you her coat on a chilly night and forgot to get it back, so you ended up masterbating to her scent surrounding you. Okay, you’re not super proud of that one, but at the time it felt world-changing the desire you had. Her fingers working inside of you now are of a different caliber. In fact, you never understood the metaphor of sex as worship or religion, but being on top of Larissa with her half-lidded eyes roaming your body changes things. You want to make her feel a sliver of how good you do right now.

Your hands begin to grab at the fabric of her top, desperate to remove her clothing and pleasure her as she is inside of you. Larissa lets out a low, throaty chuckle before asserting, “Ah, ah, ah. I want to focus on you, love. Let me please you.”

Her interjection just makes your heart swell more for her, and noticeably your noise level swells, as well. You’re not used to undivided attention and care—someone wanting your happiness above all else. It’s more erotic than you could have ever anticipated. At the increase in breathiness and moans, one of Larissa’s hands clamps over your mouth while the other continues to pump in and out of you. Out of the corner of your eye you can see the reflection in the dressing room mirror of you riding her long fingers completely nude while she is fully clothed. The sight makes your knees weaker, and you groan, “Oh, fuck.”

Larissa’s whispers and affirmations throughout only brought you closer and closer to release. She has to know how her words are affecting you. Her hot breath over and over in your ear, inching you towards the edge.

“I’ve got you, sweetie.” “I’ll give you anything you want.” “Shh, stay quiet for me.” “That’s a good girl.”

You feel yourself tighten around Larissa’s fingers, becoming more breathless and spacey as she presses the pads of her curled fingers inside you toward your pelvic bone, urging you to come undone. So, you do. Your entire body tenses, and you feel as if you will crumble under the anticipation and pressure. Tingles shoot down your arms and legs in waves, threatening overstimulation.

Larissa’s fingers still, and she presses you close to her, clutching you tightly. After a moment of your eyes being closed and your breathing slowly relaxing, Larissa asks you to bear down with your pelvic floor muscles. Confused, you obey. She gingerly removes her fingers from inside you, and your body aches at the loss. She proceeds to lean forward with you still on her lap, wrapping her arms around you and begins to rock you.

“You did so well, my love,” Larissa murmurs while stroking your hair away from your damp forehead. “You were so good for me.”

You can’t remember the last time someone was so attentive and sweet with you after sex—if ever. You also have never felt like an exposed live wire due to euphoria either, so… Her thoughtfulness makes your heart swell, and you’re hoping it’s not just due to the hormones flooding your body right now. As if you can’t contain the disbelief and gratefulness, you blurt in awe, “How are you real?”

Larissa pulls away from the embrace, searching your eyes for understanding. “I ask myself the same question about you.” At that, you rest your forehead against Larissa’s, exhausted and happy.

After sensing your heart rate has stabilized, wanting to make sure you go to the bathroom and hydrate becomes Larissa’s next priority. Her voice breaks the comfortable silence. “Let’s get you some food now. I’m sure you’ve worked up an appetite.”

You two pick up the items in the messy dressing room and sheepishly leave the clothes on the courtesy rack outside. A grin blooms over your features as you think about how being stood up by your mom feels like such a nonissue now. Even the dilemma of what underwear to wear for your upcoming performance seems trivial. Walking out of the store with Larissa’s lipstick all over you, you decide that you won’t wear anything under your dress, especially not if Larissa is in the audience.

—

@sapphicbeloved Remember when you sent this request literal months ago????? Oops. Apologies, and please enjoy!

[violetjedisylveon]

Hey!

Ok, I'll cave, just binged read GS and I know they reconcile eventually. But I want to know HOW

I know The twins reach out to Mac first, then Mk, purposefully leaving out Wukong

And they have understandable reasons to,

Mk and Mac too, don't seem keen on talking either, and Mr 'I can keep quiet about my emotions and suffering for all eternity as much as I damn well please if it means my loved ones can live freely' King sure as heck ain't gonna try and bother them.

So I want to know how.

HOW they get from no contact to repairing the pieces.

One of the hardest parts after all is to pick up the pieces in the first place and I'm curious as to how they get there. After all, the twins had little to no reason to reach out to Wukong again.

Honestly, I don't care who in the fam checks up on him,

but I want them to see how f***ing tired Wukong is.

Let him appear as happy as he can try to be in front of them so they don't have to worry about him but let it be obvious he's not ok.

The house's a mess, his voice is hoarse from rarely speaking for weeks, there are bags under his eyes, his fur is unkept and honestly he reaks.

Then he asks them if they'd want him to leave.

Let them be puzzled as he says at the drop of a hat, he can vanish from their lives for eternity and he wouldn't mind

That the mountain was his daughters' and Mk's birthright and should they wish to start a new life there with Mac or even the spider clan, he can pack up and pop off if they wish.

If they want to continue staying with Spider Queen, travel the world or heck start their own kingdom, everything in the Monkey king's treasury would be theirs for the taking.

Hell, he'd understand if they want nothing to do with the place and never see it again, He'd cloud the island in an unsearchable mist so the mountain would only ever exist in legends.

If they want they can search for a memory wiping artifact if they wish to forget any of the horrific trauma and simply wish to live in peaceful ignorance and he'd help them look for it.

But before they answer he tells them that even if he hasn't shown it, he still f***ing loved them more than anything. That they were always at the forefront of his mind and deserved nothing less than the best and if it was in his power, he'd trample the heavens or collect the stars or collect enough power to do so.

That he's sorry that he couldn't be what they deserve and if disappearing from the family he held so dear but had no obligation to forgive his sins, then so be it.

Hell, he'd understand if they wanted to take an eye for an eye and do a number on him as some sort of sick catharsis in his mind. I mean, he's stupidly immortal, he'll be fine and even if he wasn't he'd still do it anyway. If they really wanted, he could go visit Yama and see if they'd take an extra prisoner, not like he's got anything better to do with his time.

Here, they see him and his mother f***ing lowest and for once see, not the great sage, not the monkey king.

But a tired old miserable person. One, haunted by the sins of his past, a whole lot of love but was kinda f***ed over by the world's cruel sense of humor (aka us).

Let them be disgusted by Wukong's almost catatonic expression at what he's willing to do for them. The almost grotesque ways he'd offer his head to roll at their feet.

Ima let you do the rest

Hello! Thank you for this treat of an ask!

I really did fuck over Wukong extra hard here, huh? I regret nothing

Reconciliation will not happen without outside intervention.

I love all these monkeys dearly, but let's be honest, they're all stupid, stubborn, and can't properly communicate, they aren't doing this on their own.

DBK, Pigsy, Sandy and Tang have been helping Wukong post season 5 after Macaque was gone, and it worked for a little, until Wukong started receding further inward and ignoring all their attempts to reach him.

They're doing their best but there's only so much they can do with the guy who so whole heartedly believes everyone in his life is better off without him.

They get a little sneaky with it cause they know these monkeys won't communicate by themselves.

A few times when MK is visiting Red Son, DBK will be talking about how he's worried about his little brother, Wukong hasn't left his house in a while, and he stopped responding all together lately.

And when Sandy's visiting the spiders, and letting Mo have a playdate with Bai He's kitty, he'll bring up to one of the other spiders how he's getting concerned over Monkey King's mental health, it seems to be getting really bad and he doesn't know how much longer he'll last, Macaque naturally overhears that conversation.

Because MK and Macaque do still care about Wukong, sure his actions hurt them a lot and they are very upset with him, but it's because they cared about him that it hurt so much.

They both are a little bit concerned about him, and having had the time and space to work through some of their own internal shit and come to better terms with it, they feel ready to drop on by for a little check in to see if he's really doing as bad as everyone is saying or if they're just trying to get the monkey family together prematurely.

The twins aren't big fans of the visit to a potentially dangerous and violent Monkey King when he's not entirely in his right mind, but they are tagging along to keep their dad and brother safe, and to satiate their own curiosity because surely it can't have been that bad, right?

...

Right?!

The four of them drop by the mountain and see all the little monkeys hovering outside the shack, none daring to enter.

When they come inside, he's acting normal, happy almost, but this is a group of living lie detectors, and every word out of his mouth about how he's doing is a lie.

The house is a mess, the place clearly hasn't been cleaned in months, Wukong doesn't even have the energy to apply a glamor to clear up his eye bags and bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep, his fur is unkempt and matted to the point where it needs to be cut and start over, and he stinks.

It's an odd encounter, to see him so defeated, for the twins especially, he's not the Monkey King, not Sun Wukong, not the monster they thought he was, he's a tired man who once upon a time just wanted to love and be loved. It starts to put things in perspective for them.

They all see how exhausted of living he looks, his existence has been suffering since Macaque and his cubs were taken from him.

This is the first time he's seen all of them since the pillar of heaven, so he asks them what he's always known the answer too, "would you be happier if I left your life?"

To him, the answer is obvious, of course they'd be happier, he's the reason for all their pain and suffering, everyone is happier without him ruining their lives.

He offers them anything and everything they want, he'll leave the island to his cubs and fuck off into the void of space, never to be seen again, he'll make the island disappear with himself on it so they never need to think about him again, they can just say the word and he'll do anything they want, they can hurt him drag him down to the underworld, anything they want, whatever makes them happy.

The one about making the island disappear does give me a fun little spin off where no reconciliation occurs, so he makes the island disappear, and then centuries later a little monkey bull demon cub manages to find the unfindable island, shenanigans ensue, Wukong's still not ready to be a grandpa lol

MK and Macaque don't want him out of their lives entirely, they do still care about him, and MK wouldn't exist if Wukong hadn't been such a mess that Nuwa deemed it necessary to create a fix for. The fact that he's so willing to throw away his own life and happiness doesn't sit well with them, but they don't get the chance to say anything to dissuade him from this way of thinking, Wukong doesn't give them the chance too.

He loved his family so much, from the start when it was just him and Mihou, he loved his daughters even when they were developing in their eggs, and he loved MK from day one despite all the pain and unpleasant memories his existence brought back to him.

He still loves them, he will always love them no matter how much they hate him, he loves them, and he's so sorry he wasn't strong enough to protect them from the consequences of his actions, he's so sorry he failed them all. He doesn't expect or want their forgiveness, he just wants them to be happy, if that means he's gone, then so be it.

Macaque and MK don't want him gone, he means too much to them for them to never see him again, they see him like they never did before, he's a tired, broken, sad man desperate to make his family happy. They won't be happy with him gone, they are horrified by it, how could he think this is the solution? It won't make them happy.

But MK and Macaque are the easy ones, they have a relationship with him before all the bad stuff, it's the twins that are the hardest.

They're the ones who died because of him, they're the ones he nearly killed, what is their response to this?

They are disgusted he thinks this is the answer, they are disgusted and upset by how casual he's being about it.

They've had time, a lot of time to think and process how their lives were twisted and manipulated, how much of it was actually Wukong's fault and how much of it wasn't.

They don't like how their lives ended up playing out, they don't like all the suffering they went through because of Wukong, they don't like that they were pawns in someone else's game, they don't like any of it, but they are tired of being angry about it.

Anger burns and burns until there is nothing left, and they are burnt out.

They have always been angry, they were raised and trained to be nothing but angry and hateful, and they don't want to be angry anymore. (Was I listening to I'm not angry anymore when I came up with that? Mayhaps)

They are done burning, done being angry, done with all of that.

It's been at least 4 years since the pillar, they want to move on from anger, and seeing Wukong like this, exhausted, willing to give them his head on a silver platter if he thought that'd make them happy?

They don't want that. It's the easy way out.

They won't let him take the easy way out like that.

He owes them more than disappearing from their lives, how would that be any different from what they've lived so far?

One or both of them slap him, they're done being angry about how their lives went, they can still be upset and angry about other things, and that just pissed them off.

He says he loves them, if he really does then he'll act like it, he says he'll give them anything they want to make them happy, well they want their dad.

Then the absolute unexpected happens, Bai He and Chao-Xing hug him.

He held his daughters when they were in their eggs, and hasn't ever since.

He does not know what to do, and he short circuits when Macaque and MK join in one the hug.

Wukong does not knows how to react to his family not absolutely hating him, never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined this as a possibility.

They aren't fixed immediately, there's still issues to work out and it'll take time to be okay, but they are all on the same page with what they want now, and that's a huge step forward.

The family is at a good place to start building something new out of the pieces.

Tada! 🎉 It took them 4-5 years to heal and talk to each other, but they did it! Now, let's hope nothing else happens to them, and by that I mean I don't get evil ideas from season 6 😈

I already have a little evil idea for when Rumble and Savage gets here like, 6-8 years after this.

Thanks for asking!

Grinning Shadow AU Masterpost

[thelunarfairy]

Hi there! This is probably a stupid question, but it's been bugging me for a while.

My question is about the very beginning of the series, when Hanako swallows the mermaid scale to make Yashiro (mostly human)

He explained to her before that the scales are called matchmaking scales because they not only link souls, but they share the curse together. And that she would still have some fish-like traits when splitting the curse between two people.

So here's my question: If Hanako is able to lessen the effects of the curse by swallowing the scale, does that mean he may also have fish-like traits too? I know this is never shown or mentioned, and the most likely answer is it had no effect on him because he's an apparition. But since swallowing the scale still linked their souls and lessened the effects on Yashiro, I can't help but feel that the curse must've become split between them so that Yashiro could become human, and Hanako has some traits from it that he doesn't show.

But what do you think? If this question/theory sounds stupid, plz ignore haha. I really enjoy your content and wanted your perspective on this, as you're great with deciphering all the mysteries of tbhk. So I dont want to waste your time. Either way, thanks for reading!!

Hello!!! ohh dear, it's not a stupid question, it's okay, your question is quite interesting and I thought a lot about this issue with Hanako, they share the mermaid curse, but why isn't Hanako directly affected like Nene?

I never talked about this on the blog because I had no clue initially how this would coherently connect with any deduction, but now we have a glimpse of what might be happening.

The mermaid is a very important factor here, besides her sealing their destinies, this connection between them allows Nene to see Amane's past and even future, in addition, the connection of fate must do something very important in both of their lives, it can completely change his destiny (as it did once).

This importance of the scale and the mermaid's connection suggests that it is extremely important to the overall story, so, considering this, how can Hanako lessen the effect of Nene's curse?

I've been wondering lately if the entity has any direct connection to the mermaid, because everything that involves the entity is related to water.

In the red house, you see those sacrificed souls on the other side of the window asking Mitsuba and Kou to escape, and we see air bubbles coming out of their mouths, suggesting that they were submerged in water.

Just like we saw a fish once when Kou was there with little Tsukasa.

The entity is also known as the "creature of the well", since it apparently lived there.

So, we have Amane with tentacles on his face, once again implying that it is an aquatic creature.

So, in short, there is a possibility of a connection between this entity and the mermaid. Maybe Hanako is already cursed because of the entity, but since the entity has the ability to change shape,

Hanako can probably hide it or deal with it better than Nene.

Inside Hanako we see tentacles, something theoretically harder to hide than Nene's scales.

In addition, Nene becomes a small fish, while Hanako is with the entity, a very powerful creature that could simply remove or camouflage the mermaid's curse easily, that is, if he is affected by it.

I still think about this "matchmaking scales" part. I have doubts if Hanako did it on his own or if it was something planned by him and Tsukasa to use Nene and make that wish come true.

I still wonder if he can really remember Nene from the past or not.

Anyway, little by little the connection with the mermaid is making sense.

Thank you!!!!!!!!!! Awww how sweet!!! you are so kind!!! you made me happy!!! It was fun talking about this, thanks for the question!!!

[bokettochild]

Christmas of Closure - Day 5

I forgot who asked for this one, but thank you for reminding me that this exists! I've missed this story!

Anyways, here's some Twilight with the princesses!

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 (you are here!) | Day 6 (eventually)

Update under the cut!

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  Much of the day passes with little interaction between the heroes.  

   Four does not return to the room the others linger in, and though Twilight and Sky do, it’s only for so long before apparently Hilda determines it fit to give them space of their own, but properly this time. This time they are given rooms. All in the same hall as their brother, even including the one they’d sort of picked out for themselves.  

  It doesn’t slip past Twilight though that they are arranged throughout the hall. Maybe he wouldn’t have noticed, except Sky is given the room directly beside that of the vet, and Hyrule the one across. The rest, he can’t exactly name a reason why, but he knows those two were intentional.  

  It’s nice though, having space. Much as he loves his brothers, they’re a lot to deal with on the best of days, and those recently are anything but that. It’s been a long time since he’d had any space to claim for himself, never mind one he could shut others out of. It is odd to him though, especially after Ravio’s outburst yesterday, that his is the one across from Sky’s and beside Hyrule’s rooms; the third closest. Maybe it’s because he’d helped, or at least shown he could. After all, the rancher muses, wincing, it’s not as though there is anyone close to the ornery teen, so perhaps it only made sense to the princess to place someone who could be helpful nearby, rather than the rest of the heroes. 

  Whatever the reason, given all that’s happened, he’s mostly content to stay in his room once he’s shown it. The only real reason he’d have to leave was if he was needed, and as there’s no knock save that of some servant dropping off food, the rest of the day is spent is silence. 

  It’s unnerving. 

  Lying in the bed offered, he’s struck with the fact that he actually hasn’t been properly alone since meeting the rest of the heroes, and while it’s a welcome thing, it’s also hollow. He’s still pissed with the rest, knows full well that if one of them was around they’d break into a fight, but it’s also so strange to be alone again. Again though, he doesn’t want to be near the rest! 

  Settling in, pulling the blankets over his head, he huffs.  

  Now he understands why Hyrule had chosen to haunt the door. 

 - 

  He’s not asleep too long before there’s a tap on his door. 

  Blankets fly free and away, but he doesn’t, instead staring out into the blackness of the room. His ears must be tricking him, no? Why would-? Yet there it is again, a tapping, hesitant but there. 

  The rancher sits up. 

  Is it one of his brothers? A servant? He hasn’t a clock on hand (or Time, who they would usually just ask) but shouldn’t people be…asleep? 

  But if they’re not asleep, then they have to be awake for some reason or another, and he might as well get up and just ask instead of sitting there all night long wondering and waiting for them to go away. 

  The floor is cold as he crosses it, and he half regrets not grabbing for his fur. He’d forgotten what it was like to stay in any sort of castle like building, and he could be wrong, but he swears Lorule is just a bit colder than Hyrule was. Definitely more so than in Ordon, where sleepwear as a concept is near laughable for how warm most nights are. As is, he very much wishes he’d grabbed something even a bit more concealing, his shirt maybe, to throw on, especially when he opens the door and finds not one, but two princesses looking up at him. 

  He thought it was one of the heroes. He never would have guessed it would be the two girls. 

  “Yer majesties,” he lacks cap or the room to bow, so a quick touch to the forehead seems appropriate. The last few times he’d forgotten, mostly because worry or tension filled the air, and while they’re not exactly absent now, it’s the least he can do as a show of respect considering…everything else. 

  “Hero of Twilight,” Hilda responds, gaze flat but ears twitching slightly. “May we have a word?” 

  “Of course.” He opens the door, because, well, it wouldn’t do to have the stand in the hall would it? Still, it feels odd, letting to girls in, and he’s careful to leave the door open, just in case. These are ladies after all and he wouldn’t want people talking at all, especially their idiot captain. More for their sake than his own, but Ulli didn’t raise no rake. 

  It’s a decent sized room, at least as far as he’s concerned, although on the smaller side for a castle. He’s gotten the impression they’re in an out of the way hall, and not one of the sort usually used for guests. Not that he minds at all, but it does feel rather… odd, especially with having only the bed to offer as seating. Which he doesn’t do, because that would feel wrong, and odd, so he just sort of… stands there. 

  The two princesses do the same, hands folded primly before themselves until they almost look like actual reflections of each other, save the little things like hair and colors and all that. The only real major difference, at least in his eyes, is the expressions on their faces. Zelda’s is more pinched, Hilda’s more authoritative, although less then the times before. 

  “It’s about Link,” Zelda starts. 

  He nods. He probably could have guessed. They wouldn’t have any other reason to talk to him anyways, although the words, and their tone, do make worry stir up all over again. “Is he alright?” Only respect has him not turning and immediately looking to the vet’s room, “did something happen again? If so-” 

  A gloved hand raises, the darker haired of the two girls answering before he can finish. “He is sleeping. Poorly, but that is to be expected.” 

  The urge to ask if he can check, all the same, rises, but he bites it down. He hasn’t the right after all. The only reason he’s been to see Legend was because he’d had knowledge they needed, not because the vet had wanted him there or anyone had thought it the best thing to do. Ravio had made that clear; he was their last resort, only there because they needed someone, anyone, who could help the injured hero. 

  Trust isn’t easily earned, and with the vet he feels that trust lost may be lost forever. As was, he’d barely been offered any before, Ordonia only knows what it will look like now, once Legend’s himself again. 

  If he’s ever himself again, a dark voice in his head whispers. 

  Aloud though, a softer voice speaks. “You mentioned knowledge,” the darker princess’s eyes are intense as they meet his, searching, head ever so slightly on one side as she watches him, something unreadable in the pinch of her brows and purse of her lips. “That you’d studied darker magic.” 

  “Never for any ill intent, I assure you, ma’am.” He’s quick to clarify.  

  “Why then?” 

  It’s…. It’s not something he’d wanted to talk about. Sky had asked, in a way, but, despite everything, the other had accepted rather easily when he’d said he didn’t want to talk about it. He still doesn’t, but he’s not sure exactly how accepting of that the two princesses will be, especially with Legend’s well-being on the line and he being part of the cause of that. 

  The rancher winces, hand trailing for his neck, gaze wanting to flick away but knowing- Minda’s voice sharp in his head, how that might be taken. “There was an outbreak in my home-town when I was a young thing. It- it weren’t purty, an’ I’d hoped to maybe learn why it happened, or maybe how to fix it.” 

  “Did you?” The expression in the lighter princess’s face is more easily readable then her counterpart; worry, concern, maybe even pity. 

  “No ma’am.” He tries for a hint of a smile all the same. “It was fixed though, jist, not by me.” 

  Red eyes trail over him, slowly, “understandable. You are no mage after all.” 

  “No, ma’am.” 

  “But you know about magic.” 

  “Yes, ma’am. Some.” He’s confused, although he tries not to show it. They’ll tell him what they want, when they want. That’s how royals are. After all, he’s had a dark and light princess of his own to teach him as much, and he knows where asking questions leads to, and that’s usually being ignored while they talk to each other instead. 

  Similarly, both girls turn to each other, exchanging some series of expressions and likely underlying thoughts, but he’s blind to what most of it means, instead standing there awkwardly and wondering what his chances are of crossing the room to his discarded shirt and tunic without getting stared at are. Probably not high, but he daren’t interrupt, and considering they’re here, he knows they’ll be saying something to him sooner rather than later. 

  He’s right too, for its only another moment or so before Hilda is turning to him again, and once more, he sees that flicker he’s seen twice before, that glimpse of brief uncertainty as crimson eyes level him. “You know how to shift back from a beast form, and into one, yes?” 

  “Yes,” he nods, finally settling on crossing his arms in order to best do something with his hands, and preserve some sort of warmth. Loosely though, so as to not look threatening. He’s well aware how it could be taken if he’s not careful, which he usually doesn’t mind, but wouldn’t bode well at all around here. 

  Ravio had threatened to have him put out like a dog if he misbehaved, and while he’s not entirely sure that wasn’t just emotion taking over and speaking, he’d rather not risk it. He’s never been to Lorule after all, and he’s not keen on learning the country at the moment. Even just the castle seems quite enough, if not too much, at this time. 

  “Could you teach Link?” Zelda asks, face pinching up in impatience and unsurprisingly, concern. Because of course she would be concerned, this is her brother they’re talking about, but also- 

  “Pardon?” 

  “Can you teach him?” 

  Twilight blinks, startled. He’s not sure what he had expected them to have to say to him, this whole night-time visit coming as a surprise, but…. “Me?” 

  Hilda nods, sharply. “You are the only one who has displayed any sort of understanding as to his situation, any sort of familiarity.” One gloved hand fists in her heavy skirt. “Prince Link requires help as he adjusts to all that has happened, and while Princess Zelda and myself are fully willing to offer our assistance, our own knowledge is quite limited in these respects; there are some things we simply do not know. But you do.”  

  It’s got to be a royals thing, the way that heavy eyes bore into those they fix on. Blue and crimson both hold his own, watching, intent, focused, and more terrifyingly; the slightest bit of hope touches those two tired faces, like he’s some answer to a prayer they hadn’t dared to breathe.  The expectation is heavy, and strong as even he is, he’s not sure he can carry it without faltering. 

  But it’s also a promise. A chance. It’s a way to help, to atone for what he’d done. It’s a chance to see the vet for himself, to make sure he’s okay. 

  Yes, he’s got a protege already, yes, he barely has a handle on teaching Wild anything. But this is different; this is helping someone learn to live again with something that is beyond their control, but within his to help. It’s heavy, yes. He’s not that strong, yes. But Legend needs someone, and Twilight will be darned if he turns his back this time. 

  His silence though must be read otherwise, because Zelda sighs and Hilda’s eyes slip away, downwards, voice softer this time, slower, less clipped. “You’re the only light being who’s handled dark magic without corruption before. I understand what we ask may seem-” 

  “I’ll help.” 

  Blue and red rise to meet midnight. 

  “This is our fault,” he sounds again, echoing the words that have been on the tongues and minds of all of them since it all began. “We did this, an’ we ought to be the ones bearin’ the consequences.”  

  “Link isn’t-” 

  “Link-” and Ordonia help him, it’s still hard to use that name on another, “-is my team-mate- my friend if he’s still willin’ to call me that. He doesn’t deserve to face all this, but he has to, he’s stuck with it, fer better or worse, so I might as well pull my own and do what I can to make that easier for him.” And there’s no smiling on this, no assurance he can give, just the plain bare truth as he meets those heavy eyes. “I can’t promise I won’t mess up again, or that I’ll do everything I ought, or even that I can keep my temper with him all the time-” and despite expectations, Zelda cracks a tiny smile towards the floor at that, although Hilda looks none too impressed as she stares at him, “-but I want to try. It’s the least I can do.” 

  Dark painted lips purse with a small nod. “Excellent.” 

 Zelda, in contrast, just stares at him, doesn’t speak, doesn’t answer, doesn’t really make any expression either. It’s uncanny, and all the more so for her similarity to her brother. 

  “It will be some time before he is recovered fully, but should it be required, we might send for you if he needs help.” 

  “I’ll be here,” because where else would he be? “Jist….” and it’s been bothering, so while he’s not sure if he has a right to ask, if he really wants to know, he still speaks, “are you sure it’s alright? Yer- Ravio didn’t seem fond of my bein’ near him.” 

  This time it’s red turning to blue for answer and the light princess sighing, wincing really, like the very question pains her. “My beloved brother has-” a huff, a twitch of long ears, “Link is afraid of dogs.” 

  “Which is not to be shared nor mocked,” Hilda affirms quickly, gaze darting, but easing at the nod he gives immediately. 

  Both girls relax some when he says nothing of it. 

  “You’ve seen it, how small that form is,” the lighter speaks again. “Even hylian though, he’s been hunted. He hides it best he can, but-” 

  But he’d still known Legend was hesitant near Wolfie, near avoidant at times. The first he’d made to have contact was back the same day as both their secrets had been spilled to the other. He hadn't thought much of it then, but it makes sense, he supposes, even if it does sting a small part of himself, be it out of further guilt or more sympathy. “I see.” 

  “We would not have asked,” Hilda murmurs, now much softer, gaze the same, “except for how you handled everything before, this morning.” 

  “I jist-” 

  “He calmed,” where one softens the other firms, Zelda’s voice stronger now against the stone of the room, almost ringing back but for lack of volume, although not force. “Say what Ravio might, but Link doesn’t do that with anyone he doesn’t trust. He calmed in your presence, and let you keep him close when he was vulnerable, confused, and no doubt scared. Regardless of your actions, and that of your companions, he doesn’t remember any of it enough to see you as a threat or enemy.” She has Sky’s eyes, he finds himself thinking, turned on him with that same strained, searching pain he’d seen from the skyloftian earlier in the day, standing in the hall outside of their vet’s door. “That may change, or perhaps not, but for now, for his sake, we’re willing to offer you the same if you help him.” 

  It’s not as though there’s any real choice, or real deliberation. There’s doubt- concern, yes, but regardless of who, or how, or where, or when, this is a fellow hero, a brother if anyone still would think to call them that, and Twilight will and has ridden through fire for his little brothers. Doing it for another- doing far less- is only natural. 

  “Just give a call if you want me, or if he does. I’m here.” 

  “Thank you.” 

  “Nothing to thank me for,” he almost feels he ought to bow to the hylian princess, “it’s the right thing, plain and simple. I’m just glad you’re willing to give me the chance.” 

  That face, so like their vet’s, yet softer, sweeter, twists up, tension in proud shoulders and tightly clasped fingers. “We’re not, but Link is, and somehow, between the four of us,” another glance between the two royals, “he’s always been the wisest on these matters.” 

[mvltisstuff]

thank you so so much for doing my “begin again” request!! it was amazing!!

i’m back with another idea!

maybe a one shot where buck and reader are in a sort of friends-w-benefits and reader is spending the night at his house and buck decides to confess his love for reader while they’re asleep.

plot twist!! reader is awake (you totally saw that coming). i’ll let you decide where to go from there!! <3

once more, thank you so so so!! much in advance! <33

dancing with our hands tied - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

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a/n: i’m so sorry for the slow requests, i started school this week but hopefully i’ll be able to write a ton on the weekends! i’m so happy you loved begin again, and i’m thrilled to be able to write this one for you <3

bucks fear of commitment clearly shined through whenever he was with y/n. they had a good thing going, nothing too emotional with amazing sex. the walls that buck had put up around himself halted y/n from going any further into his gentle heart.

all relationships he’s been in have just added another layer of heartbreak onto him. abby, ally, taylor, each of them carved their name into him and then ran with the wind. if it were y/n, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to make it out of the pit that she could leave him in.

everything about her was fully admired by buck, her luscious hair and how it felt between his fingers. her bright smile and how it shined off any surface. the feeling of her body intwined with his as he gets to have her to himself. the way her soft hands tread over his skin with such ease. there was a ticking time bomb between them, only a matter of time until buck broke into her.

it all flooded through his mind as she collapsed on top of him, coming down from her high as she pants against him. he lightly smiles, running his hands down her back and landing them on her lower spine. buck almost had a love-hate relationship with these nights. he wanted to be able to love her the way he truly wants. he gets a good orgasm out of it, but he doesn’t get the security of her afterwards. he hates feeling her warm skin against his chest while also knowing that she can’t be called his. she lay with the side of her head on him, noticing his spacey eyes and running mind.

“you ok?” she asks, almost making his chest sting with the craving of her attention.

“yeah, of course,” he turns his head and smiles at her, pushing the loose strands of hair out of her eyes. buck was so blinded by his own lust that he could barely see the mutual connection of fondness between them. he couldn’t notice the sparkle in her eyes when he touched her or even said her name. “did you want to stay here tonight? i don’t have work until later tomorrow, so maybe we could have a bit of a longer morning?” he remarks, a light smirk on his face which gets the same expression on y/n’s.

“sure,” she says, grinning. “i’m gonna go put a y-shirt on and maybe sleep for a little, if that’s ok.”

“do whatever you need, i might hop in the shower anyway.”

as she gets up and wanders to find a big shirt of bucks, he feels the hot water form in beads on his skin, relaxing his muscles. he sighs into the steamy air of the bathroom, slightly wishing that y/n could be in the shower with him, kissing every part of her body. however, she wasn’t there with him, instead in his bed close to dozing off.

he turned the shower off, trying his body and just putting on a pair of boxers. when he walked back out of the bathroom, he was shown with the gorgeous view of y/n on his bed, laying on her side with her leg bent to the side. her face was adorably crushed into the side of her (his) pillow. he stood on the side of the bed looking down on her. he dimmed the lights to hopefully make her more comfortable, and slipping the thin sheet over her legs. she only lightly shuffled under his touch, making him believe that she was already knocked out in his bed.

he lay down beside her on the bed, folding the blanket up to his hips and turning on his side. he looked at her lightly parted lips, and the even breaths she was taking in her sleep. y/n, on the other hand, was trying desperately to let sleep take over her mind, but the gentle murmurs from buck invaded her mind instead.

“god, i wish we were more than this,” he whispers, tilting his head to look at her slightly fluttering lashes, the ones he assumed were dreaming at this point. “i don’t think i could ever handle losing you, but there’s no one else i would choose to do this with. i want- i need more than your sex, i want your highs and your lows and everything you have to offer. you’re my favorite person and i don’t see that changing.”

each word echoed in y/n’s brain, trying to think of all the meanings he had being them. it was pretty clear, he seemed pretty enamored with her, but she never realized how much he needed her. she’s not used to guys wanting her for her personality or the life she can give, just her body and what she can offer to them. buck wants more, and he clearly wants to cherish that. that means more than any long night that they’ve had together.

she was almost frozen in the bed, not sure if she should move to let him know she heard him, and that she wants him as much as he wants her. he was like a deer, someone she never wanted to scare away but it could happen nonetheless, and it’s not his fault. she wants to save him from the pain he’s been through in his life, she just hopes he’ll let her.

her eyes don’t open, and she doesn’t speak a word to buck. she simply just turns her body, shuffling the blankets closer to him and leaning herself closer to his touch. her hand scours the sheets, searching for his comforting hand.

when they fingers finally meet and wrap together like a piece of a puzzle, buck knows that she heard him. and he can finally rest at night.

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Hello there, love your blog, it's one of my favourite ones, I had a question... I read a comment that said Amy is no longer interested on Sonic anymore and that this is shown on frontiers, that they will make their own paths and lives, is this true?

Hey, anon! I'm glad you enjoy my blog! 🥰💙

No, no, Amy is definitely still madly in love with Sonic 🤭😁 The main reason she's been acting more tame and not so open about it is really just due to character development/maturity. According to Sega, "she's not [physically] chasing after Sonic anymore, but he's still #1 in her heart!" 💙🩷

Sonic Frontiers actually has a decent amount of Sonamy content, but moreso if you squint. 😁 First of all, it tends to address the situation more from Sonic's end, in his moments of saying romance-coded things like "Wish we were sharing an umbrella, Amy," and "Amy, I should've made up my mind sooner." 🥹

Sonic has always been shy about his feelings and therefore never said anything about said feelings to her, and he's more of an "actions speak louder than words" type of guy, but as she shared her desires to share her love with the world, he worried a little that he may have lost his chance. However, Frontiers also makes clear that his friends' plans to go on their own paths were not permanent. Especially seen in Amy's case when she told Sonic her plans, and Sonic replied, "I'm sure you'll do great. I wanna hear all about it when you get back!" 💙

As a bonus, the Final Horizons update treated us to a bit more Sonamy content as well. 🤩 In a conversation between Amy and Sage, Sage identified Amy as "the one who admires Sonic." Amy, with a bit of her younger behavior slipping out, replied with no shortage of sass, "Oh. And are you a fellow admirer? Hm?" 😂

There were a few conversations between Sonic and Amy, during one of which Sonic tried to tell Amy to take care of herself as well as the Koco. Amy ruefully retorted that she could say the exact same thing back to him. Sonic admitted that she got him there, and confidently stated that they would get through this together.

And of course, after all this, my favorite Sonamy moment of the whole game. After everything was over, his friends were restored, and he reunited with them.

The way Amy laughed and practically launched herself into his arms, Sonic's surprised little "oh!" but the way he welcomed the hug, and kept one arm around her as he high fived Tails and fist bumped Knuckles. 🥰 First of all, it's so obvious Amy had been dying to do that the whole game, and we can imagine it was tough on Sonic to be touch-deprived for an extended period of time once again (after the Metal Virus).

I think the main reason Amy didn't run to hug him when he freed her was because she immediately saw he was somehow struggling and likely didn't want to hurt him. (But then realized she wouldn't have been able to touch him, anyway. 🥲) Although it would've been kinda funny if she HAD tried to hug him and just fell straight through. 😂

I think it's worth noticing that Sonic has had this response to Amy's hugs several times lately. Instead of avoiding them, he lets her hug him and actually puts an arm around her in return. I've got a couple more examples from IDW.

Anyhoo haha, I think I got a little carried away. 😂 I hope this answers your question! Thank you for the ask! 💙

[saveahorserideaneddie]

What are your thoughts on the relationship Buck has with Pepa and Isabel? (There is pretty much nothing of it in canon but me personally I think at the very least they like him for how much he loves his Diaz boys. )

And how well do you think Buck speaks/understands Spanish?

hi bestie, once again i am so sorry for neglecting your ask— i feel like i posted multiple little ask games (especially my wip one that i have had absolutely no time to work on any of them for the aks i got) and then immediately got bombarded by real life stress (i was working on two theatrical productions, as well as finishing my last semester of college) as well as fandom stress (all of the bts content that hasn’t proven to be exciting to me in any capacity) and then began to get a barrage of hate anons in my inbox that sent me into a nervous spiral so i am only just now getting to sit down and go through my inbox!

anyway, that long winded explanation out of the way, onto your ask!

I actually love the idea of Pepa and Abuela adopting Buck as their sobrino/nieto respectively because of how close he is with eddie and chris. i really wish we could have gotten to see more of abuela this season (i know ryan said at the beginning of s7 that there was a plotline involving abuela but then it got cut when tim decided to scrap 7b) and possibly see her view on buck and eddie’s relationship after buck came out… i hope though that we get to see more of them in s8, however, especially with chris being in texas, i’d love to see abuela take on a more central role in chris’s story this season, perhaps providing context to eddie and shannon’s relationship that eddie leaves out every time he romanticizes it to chris. I think it would also provide some interesting room to play with abuela and chris talking about buck’s role in chris and eddie’s lives, and possibly getting christopher to see what’s in front of all of them, and then having chris come back to tell them that he loves the family they’ve built and doesn’t want to lose it (which could also provide some angst for buddie if this happens after their feelings realization, and they both refrain from starting a relationship because they think chris doesn’t want that) which could provide a sort of gateway for pepa to swoop in and smack them both on the back of their heads. I know that wasn’t quite what you asked, but i think they have a lot of rook to showcase buck’s relationship with abuela and pepa onscreen, and i hope that it’s shown that he is considered one of their one, further cementing his role in eddie and chris’s lives

as far as buck speaking spanish, i’m sure he has to know some peruvian spanish from working in peru before moving to LA, but there are differences between peruvian spanishand mexican spanish as well as the familial slang that would come with the diazes, so i think buck would pick up bits and pieces of things said by the diazes, and could maybe carry a conversation, but i wouldn’t say he is fluent. i do think eddie/chris/abuela/pepa all pick on him for getting mixed up, or for his accent, even though for a pennsylvania native living in LA, his spanish isn’t terrible.

thank you for the ask! i’m sorry again that it took me so long to get around to it, and sorry that my answer for the first point is probably not quite what you were looking for, but i had a lot of fun thinking about how they could play with buck’s relationship w both abuela and pepa next season (though, i won’t hold my breath for that)

[ca-suffit]

This is probably not the place for this but I'm so sad Claudia died and we didn't get to see more of her relationship with Madeleine.. :(</3 I know she had to die but I was so attached to Claudia and their future. Wish the show had given them a bit more time.. I hope Delainey comes back andCLAUDIA HAUNTS LESTAT'S EVERY WAKING MOMENT to be on topic I don't know how you manage this blog ca I'd be having anxiety every day unable to sleep and throwing fits all over the place damn!!! You handle the complex issues of racism admirably and I'm here for it but I'm glad it ain't me!!

We can talk about it! There's a lot I was thinking of about Claudia and Madeleine anyway.

I mean....obviously the tragedy exists bcuz this happened, especially bcuz it did not *need* to happen. It also shows two women struck down bcuz they were more capable of handling vampirism than the men around them were, even Claudia with all of her immense disadvantages at never (physically) being an adult. She took down Lestat p much on her own *and* was building a happier life after struggling through so much and.....then all this.

I also think something the fandom overlooks is how much agency this relationship gave Claudia. I'm not asking anyone to engage with the age gap stuff if that's a personal issue, but I've found it interesting to compare how this relationship has been treated alongside book relationships with similar issues (which are outright abusive as well).

Fandoms don't tend to care about women anyway, let alone black women, so there's already that. But then there's the issue of the age gap itself. It's hard to tell what could be racially motivated or not since this is a show only relationship and show only fans might not come from the books and have knowledge of how prevalent this theme is in them. It still feels like this is the main relationship in this fandom as a whole tho where age tends to get brought up more (which is "funny" to parallel how much ppl initially complained that Claudia "looked too old" to be a teenager once she was first cast, then again when a darker actress took over the role), or ppl look to blame Claudia for her taste in partners bcuz of Madeleine's past. All the characters, especially white ones, have p fucked up shit going on. Just bcuz ppl want to pretend everything about Lestat is a lie doesn't mean it is, Santiago is also a shithead, it goes on. As I've said in other asks, white women tend to make up fandom, so fandom gets upset when white women are shown as less than perfect somehow too. All of it doesn't surprise me. It's just stuff to observe and take notes on. I feel like ppl dismiss examining Claudia or Madeleine more for several reasons, whereas if they were men, especially white men, they'd be a main feature. Hell, Nicki has gotten more analysis for 2 mins on screen so far than most ppl give to any of this.

Anyway, I'm also looking forward to her coming back to haunt everyone's ass :)

Also thank u for the nice comments<3

[mermaidgirl30]

I understand, I'm sad, but I understand that you don't want to write about something you don't know. Maybe you can continue your story about the mermaid AU, it was my favorite of your series before this one that takes place in the world of Harry Potter. Or maybe, something still in the wizarding world, but taking place in the time of the founders of Hogwarts. You mentioned that you appreciate the opposites that combine between Hufflepuff and Slytherin. I, actually, am a total Hufflepuff and I love my house. But going back to what you said, maybe another version about the Slytherin Joel and the Hufflepuff reader. In this universe, the character would be Helga Hufflepuff and Joel would be Salazar Slytherin. In the past, I read and wrote fanfics about the Helga x Salazar couple. A friend of mine was even my beta reader. But one thing, I wanted to know what games you play, I really like old JRPGS, but I also like some current series. from Western studies. And what do you like to play? Another idea I had thinking about your mermaid and sailor story would be something also inspired by fairy tales. I think of Beauty and the Beast, I think Joel's melancholic and severe behavior fits perfectly with the figure of the beast prince in the tale. But my favorite tale is Snow White, although I think Joel doesn't have much in common with the prince who serves as this princess's partner. And the hunter thing, it could even work, but I don't know if it's not already a cliché, after the recent films that used this plot. I once saw a film in which the male protagonist was a mix between a magic woodcutter (in this universe, the dwarves were magical creatures who served as the evil stepmother's woodcutter) and the hunter. I loved this movie when I was a kid, even though it was for adults :D. The movie was shown in the afternoon, on a popular TV channel here in my country. The 00, those were crazy times. By the way, sorry for my bad English, I'm not from any country that has English as its native language. And also sorry for being so annoying asking for things.

Anyway, thank you for being so kind in answering my request. I wish

I’d like to continue the mermaid AU one when I build some more inspiration for it! My fanfics are kind of sporadic at the moment. Inspiration is there one day and the next it’s gone. This year I’m really trying to focus on getting my book done and polished so I can publish next year! Saving What Was Lost is my main fic for fanfic right now! I’d like to do another one-shot for the Hogwarts AU. Perhaps when their little girl is born because Joel is such a sweet, sweet dad, and he just loves his girls so much.

I play a lot of RPGs and survival horror games. I’m playing through Silent Hill 2 again. The Last of Us is my favorite game. Kingdom Hearts is another of my favorites because I’m obsessed with anything Disney. I’m about to start Red Dead Redemption 2.

[cobaltperun]

i still haven't completely processed EF7 , cause what the fuck was that chapter??

i did not expect you to feed us with another chapter this long but 10k words?? thank you so much for that!! The angst was perfectly written and there was a paragraph where you described how reader felt similar to her surroundings and that's the most beautiful paragraph i had read about someone describing their inner thoughts!! The amount of self-doubts , paired with reader's inability to think of a better way to process her feelings plus reader wanting to stop but don't know how to was so perfectly written. Barbara stole the show again, cause the way she cared about reader and just gave her a hug when reader needed it the most!

Reader seriously deserves a long hug for the backstory you gave her cause wtf😭😭😭

Will their photo be a huge problem in the future?? and i just wanted to kill the person who decided to take one..Just makes me wonder what'll happen after Wednesday releases..

Jenna's family just knowing about her feelings for reader in a single glance was so damn funny 😭💀

i might need more scenes of Reader with Jenna's family cause that was so awkward and cute!!

Also i always ask you to take your time while writing the chapters but this time? you just left us wanting for more!!

Jerks with hearts of gold is seriously my favorite request now! i haven't written anything about it here cause i just keep going back again and again to read it and i still want to savour it all before i ask anything about it.❤️❤️

Hope you had a good birthday!!

Love you❤️

-👾

You, I honestly have no words, I can only thank you for taking your time to write this. You really make my days. Truly, you make writing these even more worth it. 💙💙💙💙

Yeah, I wasn't expecting another 10k+ chapter, but with everything I have planned for this story that might have to be a new standard, unless I want to end up with 50+ chapters 🤣🤣 EF8 is certainly looking like it'll be a long one. Definitely above the average 6-7k length. Just imagine the irony, the story I was on the fence about writing ends up being longer than everything I wrote up until now.

I do feel like a lot can be shown through describing the place a character is usually in. And keep in mind, we are yet to fully get the description of Reader's apartment, that's waiting for Jenna to come in and notice things, just like Reader will take notice of Jenna's parents' place.

Barbara is turning out to be one of my favorite OCs I've ever written, and yeah, Reader needs a long, very long hug. No questions asked!

The photo will be mentioned in chapter 9, and slight spoilers but I think you can all figure out the short-term effects. It gets mentioned on some social media once or twice and then gets forgotten, no big deal, just another child star on what appears to be a date. The future however... Scream 5 comes out, they are fine, not a lot of dedicated shippers willing to dig deep into paparazzi photos from over a year ago at that point. But when Wednesday comes out? All the interviews, panels, all of a sudden there would be hardcore fans going: 'Wait a minute' And before you know it that photo becomes somewhat of a smoking gun, because Reader did just 'randomly' show up at Coachella, not in LA where they could say she came for work and decided to catch up with Jenna, no, she went to Coachella. So, yeah, that photo might be a problem later.

As for Reader with Jenna's family, be careful what you wish for, my dear 👾, it'll happen, but be careful what you wish for.

Jerks with hearts of gold is absolutely my favorite request as well, you have no idea how easy it was to write Work for it. I think I got it done in like 3 hours. It's just, I kinda regret putting it after Scream 6 because I'm almost tempted to turn it into a series. Anyway, I have plenty of things to write already, I don't think another series would be a good idea. 🤣🤣

I had a good birthday, thanks 😁💙 Love you too! 💙💙💙

[annimator]

Interlink

(I was ORIGINALLY gonna work on WYN today, but nooooo, my brain decided to think up a really cool idea to fit into my sona lore. I’m not disappointed about this since it sounds pretty neat conceptually)

After shaking hands with the god in front of them, a light filled up the traveller’s vision.

After the light cleared, they found themselves in the centre of a brand new city; and as they looked around, they noticed its citizens having various unique physical properties.

“It’s quite a unique sight, don’t you think?”

The God that granted their wish spoke from behind them, with the traveller quickly turning around to greet and reply to them,

“Yeah, this place looks like it’s prospering despite how everything looks overgrown. Looks like everyone here also has inter-dimensional powers like me.”

“That’s because they do. This dimension is one that I like to call ‘Interlink City’. A hub world for those who’ve become dimension travellers. They all mostly reside here when they want to take a break from it, and they also consider this dimension their primary home.”

“I guess that makes sense. Dimension hopping’s fun and all, but ya sometimes need to take a break.” The traveller didn’t really know what else to say after that. They got their wish, and the starry God was still in front of them, looking like they wanted them to ask another question. “So… what now?”

The God chuckled, “Well, I have a feeling you’d want to explore the city before you start dimension hopping, and I completely understand that. Most people decide to do that when they first arrive here anyways. But I have one more question; I’ve given all my other dimension travellers one extra gift that’ll help them with their journeys, and I’m sure you’d wish for one too. So what gift would you want-“

“I want to fly! With wings attached around my waist that are pink red & vibrant cyan respectively!” The traveller quickly answered.

“I figured, you’ve always wanted that; even before you’ve wished for inter-dimensional travel, haven’t you?”

The traveller chuckled, “Yeah, I always thought that would be a good power. The wings are just an extra bonus.”

“Then so be it.” The starry god snapped their fingers as they finished saying that. A light once again engulfed the traveller’s vision.

And to their joy, they feel a new weight around the back of their waist, which is most definitely thanks to the new wings gifted to them.

“Well then, I have to go now. Enjoy your new powers, Anni.”

The god faded away once they finished their farewell, leaving the traveller to explore the new city.

———

As they explored the city, the traveller grew more and more astonished over everything;

The city’s streets are filled with a multitude to bulletin boards, most definetly to post stories and drawings about the worlds they’ve travelled to, as shown by a brunette girl with deer antlers and someone else with black hair & demon horns both posting art onto one of the many boards within the city.

Alongside that, there were a multitude of murals spread out amongst the city, with one of the notable one’s being one strewn across a tall building that showed all the colours of the sky fading into one another.

There was also a bunch of stores selling a bunch of shoelaces that were supposedly stolen by a president from some reason. Maybe that’s code for dimension travellers to recognize each other in other dimensions.

The traveller felt more at home in this city compared to their original home the more they explored the city, even purchasing new clothes and accessories to coincide with their new wings.

And as the sky darkened, they purchased themselves a small dorm-like apartment to rest in.

Sure, there wasn’t much in it considering the fact that they just moved into it, but the traveller has a good feeling that they could find some other furniture and items to decorate it, even if they aren’t from the city.

They were content with where they were right now, and as the city’s noise lulled them, they ultimately fell asleep, excited for what tomorrow has to offer.