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nebulaafterdark · 3 months ago

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Blood & Cheese (Pt. 1)

Summary: After the events of Blood and Cheese, Rhaenyra’s daughter returns to King’s Landing in hopes of speaking to her childhood companion. Based off this request.

Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon(Strong)! Reader

18+ ONLY, MDNI

Targcest, mentions of death, loss of virginity

Y/N and Aegon never had an ordinary relationship. They grew up together, they loved each other, knowing all the while they could not marry.

Aegon is promised to Helaena. He marries her, performs his duty, though he loves her as a sister and nothing more.

Y/N does not wed. Rhaenyra is in no hurry to marry off her only daughter.

Years pass, Y/N visits Aegon and Helaena often. Watching their children grow. Twins named Jaehaera and Jaehaerys.

“He looks like you,” Y/N muses, holding his sweet boy.

Aegon smiles, wistfully. Stroking a hand over the back of his son’s hair as he stares at her. What might our children have looked like? He kisses her cheek, “indeed.”

Y/N and Helaena understand each other well enough. Helaena loves Aegon as a brother and nothing more.

Helaena tells her, “I find myself happiest when you are near, as does he.”

Y/N holds her hand out, hoping the other woman will take it. “I should like to be here more, help with the children.”

“Aemond would wed you.” Helaena says, as if the offer is no more complex than the color of the sky. “He likes you well enough and has no qualms about your feelings for Aegon.”

That was before he killed Lucerys. A distant dream now. Y/N makes her way into the castle as servants hustle about.

“The King and Queen have lost their only son.”

Y/N finds the children’s apartments undetected; unable to believe what she has heard until she sees….one bed instead of two.

The door jostles open and someone steps inside, muttering to themselves. A voice Y/N knows well, she waits, huddled in the corner, until she can be certain they are alone.

“Helaena,” her name is whispered from the shadows, as she paces her children’s chamber.

She’s seen nothing of Aegon since the incident, she has been largely alone. Her mother and husband focus largely on finding the men responsible. Helaena knows it will change nothing. Instead she clutches the throw blanket embroidered for her son.

“Helaena,” the voice sounds, again. Y/N creeps out of the corner. Her eyes wide and haunted.

She isn’t real. She can’t be.

“I am so sorry for what’s happened.”

“You are always sorry.” In visions of her and when she stands before her. “Must be an awful way to live.”

Y/N swallows hard, “it is.”

“You are my brother’s only love…I believe he is yours. He’s often down at the pleasure house…wanting for you. You return to him like this? Now?”

Y/N assures her. “I wish only to see him.”

“I will not begrudge you happiness, nor him. But I’ve no wish to remarry, and I’ll have no more children. You might give him a son.” Helaena says.

“I did not come here to bed him, I came here tell him-”

Helaena’s eyes find Aegon’s. Whatever Y/N came here to do matters little now.

“You,” he sneers, approaching Y/N at a pace that sends Helaena scurrying from the room. “One wasn’t enough for you? You had to come yourself to finish the job?” Aegon takes Y/N’s face in his hands so harshly her jaw aches.

“No,” Y/N shakes her head.

“By raven, you might have contacted me.” His wide, mad eyes search hers.

“I thought it best to see you,” Y/N stammers, “so we might talk about this, the way we always have.”

“What is there to talk about?” Aegon scoffs, “my son is my legacy! My son is heir to the throne!”

“From the depths of my soul, I am sorry.” Y/N tells him.

“I never wanted this, I never wanted to marry Helaena, I never wanted to be King. I wanted to marry you, but I love my children. I wanted this to be peaceful and now it cannot be because your mother has killed my child. My sister is distraught, I am distraught.” Aegon pulls himself away, fighting for composure.

“That is why I’ve come.” Y/N tells him, “my mother did not order this, it was Daemon.”

Aegon runs a hand over his face, “so that fixes everything?”

“It doesn’t,” Y/N admits, “I know that much, but if we could stop this war-”

Aegon laughs, low and menacing. “I do not want to stop this war. I intend to fight it.”

“Aegon,” she breathes.

“Will you stand at my side or against me?”

“I have no wish to stand against you. Especially now, after all you have lost. But I would not know my place here.”

“Your place is with me.” Aegon insists.

“But Alicent-”

“I am the king. She made it so,” Aegon reminds her. “I love my mother, sister, and house. I will not abandon Helaena in this.”

“Of course not,” Y/N nods.

“Still you could…” Aegon moves back toward her, “be my wife. My second wife. Take the burden off Helaena.” He nods, “our children will be spared from acts such as these, when I am asked again to produce a male heir.”

“My love,” she cups his face in her hands, “I will do this for you. But not now, not like this.”

“I need you.” He argues.

Y/N strokes his cheeks, “I am here, the rest will sort.”

His lips are on hers then, in a soul crushing kiss. Pouring all of his sadness, loneliness and regret into it. “I love you.” It is a horrid, awful thing to say, following the death of his child, birthed by another woman.

“I love you too.”

He also mourns what might have been, had their mothers not been so stubborn. He wishes Jaehaerys were hers, it might have spared him. “Come with me.”

Y/N nods, allowing him to lead her down the hall to his rooms. Tearing at her clothes, and then his own, falling back onto the bed, with her beneath him. Panting as she stares up at him.

Aegon spits into his hand, wetting his cock as he does not have the patience for much more.

She means to tell him she’s never lied with a man, to warn him about her maidenhead. But she cannot bring herself to ask him to be gentle. She wants it to hurt…and it does. “Ahh.”

Aegon moves slowly, realizing what he’s done. The blood over his cock as he withdraws, “you were saving yourself?”

“It matters little.”

“It matters to me,” Aegon insists, “I’ve hurt you.”

“I want to do this for you.” She shakes her head, “I want you to split me open and bury your sorrows inside. I want to be yours. Your comfort, your strength.”

“Be my wife.”

“I will.”

“Be truthful with me.”

“I will.”

His strokes are slow and deep, kissing her sweetly as he fucks her perfect little cunt, getting her used to the feeling of fullness. “Does this hurt?”

“Yes,” Y/N admits.

Aegon slips a hand between them, rubbing her pearl in tight circles, “is that any better?”

Y/N gasps, “yes.”

Aegon smiles, “good.”

Y/N weaves her hands into his silver locks. Kissing him, holding him, consuming him. “I love you.”

Aegon groans, “I love you, dearly. I’ve longed for you each day we were apart.”

“Aegon.” She sighs, cunt tense with her impending peak.

“You’ll give me children, won’t you?”

“As many as you’d like.”

“And you will love them?”

“Of course,” Y/N nods.

“My daughter…Jaehaera, will you accept her and treat her as your own?”

Again, Y/N nods.

“Nothing could ever replace my son, but I will survive this, so long as I have you. Our children, Jaehaera, Helaena as well.”

Y/N smiles, “that sounds nice.” The love between Aegon and Helaena is not one she will ever understand. She loves her brother, but she has not bore him children. It would be different, surely.

Aegon lets out a sob as he empties his spend at the mouth of her womb.

Her high comes quick and unexpected, milking Aegon dry and pulsing around him. His cock softens, remaining inside her until he hardens again.

She is sore when morning comes and Aegon bathes her in rose water. Leaving his rooms only long enough to wed before returning to their bed.

Aegon is restless in those early moons, before Y/N’s belly begins to swell with child. She plays with Jaehaera and keeps Helaena company, she writes to her mother when time permits.

Jaehaera giggles loudly as Y/N toys with her doll, walking it towards her. The little girl points to Y/N’s belly.

“Soon.” Y/N tells her, “a little sister or brother for you to play with.”

Jaehaera nods.

Helaena looks to Y/N with a soft smile.

“You know which it is, don’t you?” Y/N can tell by her face.

“Aegon will be pleased,” Helaena says, with finality.

Based off her words, Y/N spends the next months under the impression she’s to have a son. Instead, she bears Aegon a daughter, then two more the following year.

The King does not mind, in fact, he has all but accepted that Jaehaerys would be his only son. Until their fourth child is born, a little boy with silver hair.

“He looks like you,” Y/N says, acknowledging the bittersweet irony of it all.

Aegon nods, with a sad smile, “indeed.”

Part 2

#house of the dragon #aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen x reader #hotd smut #aegon targaryen #hotd aegon #aegon targaryen smut #aegon smut #aegon ii #aegon imagine

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why-raven · 4 months ago

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smash or pass? — yiuno.

— quick facts.

HEIGHT. 6' 1" / 186.5 cm

AGE. Unknown (immortal, appears 20+)

GENDER. Male / "Female" (as Yiune)

SEXUALITY. Demiromantic Asexual

— the pros.

ASTUTE. Yiuno is highly intelligent and perceptive; coupled with his resourcefulness, he is an asset you'd definitely want as a partner, whether it's on the battlefield... or even for the long trip ahead across the realm. A protector who's got your back, always. ENIGMATIC. Yiuno is a (wo)man of mystery; his broad knowledge of the world, particularly in ancient history and arcane arts, is extremely valuable. His secretive nature will also keep you on your toes... and yearning for more. There's never a dull day for as long as you're with him. REFINED. While Yiuno is a practical person at heart, he also understands the importance to be presentable for various situations. Perhaps it's due to his educational background, or his rich life experience—regardless of reasons, Yiuno certainly makes a great first impression, and continues to uphold that in the long run.

— the cons.

CHAOTIC NEUTRAL. Yiuno operates only by his personal code, his own rules—he doesn't bend his will to others. He can save lives as much as he takes them away; he has no qualms to lie or hurt people. A morally gray person through and through, he simply does whatever it takes to complete his own objectives, to fulfill his personal agendas. It's either his way, or no way. MANIPULATIVE. While Yiuno's secretive nature would excite those who seek the thrill of suspense and mystery trying to crack into his inner world, he's not going to let you in so easily. Sending you on a wild goose chase is what he does best (and enjoys most), and you're in for hell of a ride trying to navigate through his multi-layered masks and labyrinthine mind. SOLITARY. Yiuno often comes and goes like the wind—any attempt to seek a co-dependent relationship with him will only earn you a cold shoulder at best. He doesn't reject human interactions per se: he recognizes the necessity to blend into the society for a life of normalcy. A loner at heart, he needs lots of space for himself and his personal pursuits. He has little to no interest to indulge in the whims of others, unless it aligns with his own goals.

— more info.

WIT. While Yiuno doesn't demand his potential partner to possess the same level of intelligence as him, it'd certainly be easier to build rapport and gain his favor if you're able to communicate with him on equal footing. Otherwise, don't be dismayed at his superficial reactions, a facade maintained out of politeness. Or he'd simply ignore you and walk away once his attention span for you has dried up. SLOW BURN. Yiuno is no stranger to one-night stands or sexual interactions; however, these are often associated with the darker side of his job, hence he's not particularly keen to go there if you're looking to develop a more genuine connection with him. Coupled with his mysterious and callous nature, gaining his trust will be an uphill battle. If you don't have the patience to peel off his tough defenses one layer at a time, then you don't deserve to know him, to be with him, period. BEST OF BOTH WORLDS? Yiuno becomes a shifter due to an incident that involves the aetherial sea (it's a long story); he eventually comes to terms with his duality. Prior to this, "Yiune" was merely a feminine disguise that he used for jobs dealing with the underworld of Eorzea. Once seen as separate identities, now he accepts both egos as two halves that make him whole. Gender and sexuality be damned—man, woman or other, Yiuno frankly doesn't care. Satisfying the sensual needs of both ends of the spectrum isn't a problem for him, but the inverse is a different story altogether.

#tenebris; answered #ffxiv polls #yiuno reine #yiune rei #ffxiv viera #ffxiv #ffxiv rp

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alienaiver · 4 months ago

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Give me your headcanons about Kenma please?

here they are !!!! :3

Songs on his iPod: i think kenma really, really likes OST's mixed in with some mindless pop that can go on repeat in the background when he games alone.

Pokemon Sword and Shield OST - Gym Leader Battle All Time Low - Jon Bellion Amusement Park - Nier:Automata OST

The one place they fall asleep – where they’re not supposed to: ooooh kenma definitely has a terrible habit of doing this as a general quirk of his. IF and only IF there are people he is safe and comfortable around (you, his team, family, hinata) he won't have ANY qualms about snoozing for a second if there's a moment that calls for it. most chaotic moment was during his own hospital visit. he'd hosted a 48-hour livestream and passed the hell out because of course he also didnt eat properly during. the doctor popped out for a moment to check something from a chart, and when he came back, kenma was asleep. it worried the doctor to no end for a second, before he realized the cat-like barely-adult-adult was simply snoozing. you and kuroo apologizes profusely, but the doctor chalks it down to the weird thing he was doing online before he came. assigns rest as medication.

The game they’d destroy everyone else at: there's no doubt that kenma's a class A gamer in every game to exist. the most infuriating one - the one that kuroo HATES that he always wins - is ludo. its a game that runs on pure chance half the time, yet kenma's never lost a single game, not to you or anyone else. hinata's little sister came close one time, though. that made kenma's brow sweat a little.

The emoticon they’d use most often: 👍. its easy during streams, its easy if hes sleepy, its easy if hes busy. it confirms whatever people want from him in a second.

What they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep: practically non-verbal. eyes squinted and barely able to do things required of him. he gropes and grabs at random stuff in his cabinet or fridge to find something edible and his phone is all up in his face. you mostly talk aloud to yourself during those times.

Their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights or mornings: kenma doesn't advertise it a lot, but he loves a good, warm bubble tea with tapioca. it has to be a black tea or he isn't having it.

How they like to comfort/care for themselves in a slump: kenma calls kuroo. slumps are his arch nemesis, the boss battle he cannot handle alone. so back up and support characters are needed.

What they wanted to be when they grew up: im pretty sure kenma achieved exactly what he dreamt of: freedom to play his beloved video games in the capacity that he does.

Their favorite kind of weather: overcast, but not humid or rainy. it's a perfectly acceptable day to stay indoors.

Thoughts on their singing voice: i think kenma is a very nice tenor, but he doesnt have the confidence or skills to really sing from his stomach, so it comes out shallow and off.

How/what they like to draw or doodle: he likes to doodle weapons from his games. the master sword from legend of zelda, cloud's buster sword, and the keyblades from kingdom hearts. it's all a cute, non-detailed chibi style tho, only marking what makes the sword stand out. mostly, hes the only one who can name them all if hes sitting thru a long enough meeting to draw multiple.

send me a character and ill fill out these headcanons

#thank u for sending in dira !!!!!! <3333 #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #kozume kenma headcanons #kozume kenma fluff #on another note i just realized i have to go to the doctor tomorrow morning LMAAAAAO so ill fill a few more out and then the rest tomorrow #nohr.headcanons #nohr.writing #nohr.talks #lovenote: dira 🥰✨

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hereticpriest · 9 months ago

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Mercy Chapter 8: Inferno

Rating: Explicit 18+

MDNI

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.

Chapter warnings: Explicit p in v sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), handjobs (m and f receiving), breeding kink, praise kink, amazon position, navigation of pack intimacy and family intimacy in a non-intimate societal structure. Let me know if you think anything is missing!

Read on AO3

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven

Chapter 8: Inferno

Morning light spills into the small den you've made for yourself, and you blink awake to your Omega stirring behind you. Sometime in the night, you both had rolled over, and Obi-Wan was now sleepily grinding his erection into the curve of your ass, your tail pushed out of the way and wrapped lazily around his waist. You could feel through the bond that he was still mostly asleep, hips moving without any conscious thought, chasing pleasure. You were wet, both from his slick and your own coating your thighs, and you pressed back into Obi-Wan’s pelvis obligingly, giving him something to grind against. The bond between you flares with disoriented thoughts of pleasure and need as your Omega wakes up in the peak of his heat, and you hum thoughtfully at the vague image that floats through your bond of Obi-Wan shoving you down on all fours so he could take you like an animal.

What a dirty little thing. D’you wanna mount me, baby?

Yesyesyesyesyes please Alpha, can I?

Of course you can, sweet thing. I’m yours. You can do whatever you want with me.

You aren’t a dumb knothead Alpha. You have no problem with your sweet Omega taking control for as long as he can manage. You have absolutely no qualms about your gorgeous, strong Omega on top of you, taking what he needs from your more than willing body. During your many missions, you’ve seen Alphas that feel like they need to posture, puff up their chests and act like even the smallest act of submission would crush their entire ego. It doesn’t even have to be an actual act of submission, so long as they perceive it as one. You’ve never really felt like that, even on your mission with Qui-Gon Jinn, where you had to sink into the mindset of a normal, non-Jedi Alpha.

Frankly, the idea of Obi-Wan so desperate for you that he has to push you down and rut desperately into your body sounds delightful. You stretch a little against him, laughing as your hips are yanked up, letting your Omega roll you on to your stomach. A strong hand wraps around your tail, and you moan as Obi-Wan uses it to pull you back into him, his other hand holding the base of his cock so he can bully his way inside of you. It takes a couple of thrusts before he manages to bottom out, and you can feel the intense relief over your bond as he finally feels your warmth strangling his cock. He releases his hold on your tail and you wrap it around him to keep him close, relishing in the feeling of his hands digging into your hips hard enough you’re sure to have bruises. With each thrust, he makes a little ‘ah’ sound that stokes the fire inside you, sending molten desire coursing through your veins. You can feel his mindless desire through your bond, and you project back your own, earning yourself a startled gasp and a shaky exhale.

Obi-Wan groans as you clench around him, forehead falling between your shoulders and nuzzling into the dip of your shoulder blades, his hips stuttering. Warmth floods you, and you sigh happily at both the feeling of your Omega coming inside of you, and the bliss that bleeds into your bond from him. He slows to a stop buried inside of you, panting for breath, but he doesn’t soften. You hum inquisitively at him, starting to turn only for Obi-Wan to gently push you down into the softness of his nest, his hand pushing between your shoulder blades to keep you down. A low moan slips through your lips as he starts to thrust again, still aching, and you can feel the blind need coursing through him. He’s nearly mindless with it, desperately chasing another release to ease the inferno inside of him. He starts to lose his rhythm as he gets close, so you take over a little, rocking back to meet him with every sloppy thrust. Finally, with a guttural groan that seems ripped from his chest, Obi-Wan clings to your hips as he comes a second time, and gets the temporary relief he’d been needing. It only takes a couple of seconds of messily stroking your clit before you join him, and your Omega whimpers at the clench of you around him, curling himself around you.

Sated, you stretch out in the nest, guiding Obi-Wan down beside you so that you can cuddle up with him. Obi-Wan pulls you into a messy kiss, stroking his hands down over your body to gently squeeze your chest, touch your tail, and grab handfuls of your ass. One strong hand guides your leg over his hip, and you gasp into your Omega’s mouth as he strokes his fingers through the sticky mess between your legs. You’re sure you’ll have beard burn all around your mouth by the end of this, but you couldn’t care less. Not when Obi-Wan is sliding his tongue across yours, sucking at your lower lip and moaning desperately into your kiss. Not when he’s sliding his fingers into your cunt, wetting them with the thick spend he’s filled you with, and using them to circle your clit.

“Wish it would take, Alpha. Make a youngling of our own to raise together like we do with Anakin. You would be such a good mother - you’re so good with him, it makes my heart ache. I truly do not think I would have done such a good job with him without you, Mercy.” Obi-Wan murmurs in your ear, nipping along the shell of it while rubbing your clit fast and sloppy, “Stars, I’ve dreamed of you being my Alpha since I presented. Want a pack, darling, want a family with you and our son.”

Euphoria is not a strong enough word. Obi-Wan nips and kisses his way down your body, pushing your thighs apart so he can settle between them, the pads of his fingertips still working over your clit while he places kitten licks across your inner thighs. He sucks lazily at your labia, following the guidance of your bond as he experiments and gets to know your anatomy a little better. Moaning at the taste of you combined sends a blissful vibration through you, and you gasp for breath, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Stars! Omega, kriff, put your mouth where your fingers are.” You instruct, and Obi-Wan obeys immediately, plunging his fingers inside of you while swirling his tongue around your swollen bud. He sucks it into his mouth, a little too hard at first, but he quickly adjusts when he feels your discomfort through the bond. He’s always been a quick study, and he uses it against you now as he hungrily devours you. You feel yourself quickly nearing the edge, hands fisted in Obi-Wan’s hair as you try desperately to be gentle with him, even though he moans every time you accidentally tug. You may be in the early midst of your rut, but you were still going to be a good Alpha, and you would never hurt your Omega unless he explicitly asked you to. As soon as that thought enters your mind, Obi-Wan looks up at you with his big baby blues through his ginger lashes, a hint of amusement dancing away in them.

You won’t hurt me by pulling on my hair, my love. I quite like it. Relax, Alpha, let me make you feel good.

Stars, you’re so goddamned pretty.

Obi-Wan moans into your cunt, and you slam your head back against the ground, roaring your pleasure as you fall head over heels into a blinding orgasm. Your mate strokes his large hands over your shaking legs as he sits up, his facial hair wet and shiny with your release. Despite the need coursing through him, he lets you come down from your high, laying down beside you to wait only to laugh as you roll over atop him and smother him in kisses.

“We need to eat something.” You murmur against his lips, squeezing his pecs with gentle hands, your thumbs stroking across his nipples.

“Mmm, or you could mate me again.” Obi-Wan counters, eyes rolling back in his head for a moment as he pulls you closer.

Even with a gentle night breeze reaching into your den, sweat trickles down your back. The taste of iron lingers in your mouth, laced with the citrusy flavour of the pheromones pouring out of your Omega. All you can smell is the tang of his arousal driving you to fulfill his every need. Below you, Obi-Wan begs you to let him breed you every time he can manage to get a lungful of breath in between his whimpers. You’re not going easy on him - you’ve got his legs spread, knees level with his chest while you drape yourself over him. He’s buried inside of you, your knees on either side of his rucked up hips, and you think you might have found your favourite position. You’re so close to him, chest to chest, your elbows hooked under his knees to help hold his legs up while simultaneously steadying yourself against the ground. He’s balls deep inside of you, the angle allowing you to grind your clit against him with every thrust and roll of your hips. His arms are looped around your shoulders as you lay kiss after kiss across the graceful curve of his neck, and the sweet sound of his blissful moans fills your ears, well-earned gifts that fuel your desire.

Nearly together, you both go tumbling over the edge of the umpteenth orgasm you’ve shared in the past few days. You collapse on your back beside Obi-Wan, reaching out to tangle your fingers with his and bring his hand up to your lips so you can press kisses to his knuckles while you pant for breath. You take a moment to get feeling back in your body before finally pulling Obi-Wan closer. You massage his legs gently, willing the ache to disperse with a gentle nudge of the Force, and he breathes a sigh of blissful relief as he rests beside you. Over the last few days, he’s become more and more willing to let you take care of him without fighting to immediately reciprocate. He’s slowly but surely learning that you get real fulfillment out of caring for him, and that you’ll happily accept him caring for you when you need it. You’ve struck a balance.

Your rut is in full swing, but you’ve managed to keep yourself and your Omega healthy and full this entire time, even though you’ve made it through most of your ration bars. Thankfully, you’re nearly at the end. A day longer at most, and then you’ll be able to think about something other than your gorgeous, perfect, tempting Omega. Obi-Wan is also nearing the end of his heat, finally starting to be able to handle an hour or two without begging for you to take care of him. You can’t really feel how exhausted and sore you must be after several days of this, but your inner thighs are purple with beard burn, your hips and waist are covered in hand-shaped bruises, you’ve got lovebites on your neck and shoulders, and your knees and shins are scratched up from rubbing against the ground. Obi-Wan has lovebites across his neck, shoulders, inner thighs and across his pecs. Otherwise, he’s mostly uninjured, since you’ve been exceptionally gentle with him even in the midst of your rut. The massages you’ve been giving him have certainly helped ease the soreness in his muscles - necessary since you keep folding him into somewhat uncomfortable positions, experimenting to find what feels good.

“Mmm, Stars, I love you.” Obi-Wan purrs, chest rumbling something fierce. His purr is no longer raspy and unused, but full and loud now that you’ve kept him purring near constantly for the last four days.

“I love you too, dear.” You reply with a happy sigh as you finish up his massage by stretching out his hips. Once he’s loose and pliant, you gather him into your arms and press a kiss to his temple, “Now, drink some water and get some sleep. You must be exhausted, and dehydrated with all the times you’ve come today.”

You can feel his shy embarrassment through the bond, and you give him a gentle squeeze, “You’ve earned it. Been such a good boy for me.”

That does it. Obi-Wan shivers, but reaches for one of the waterskins and gulps down what remains. You find it endearing how embarrassed he is about how much slick he produces, and how much he comes with every single orgasm. You’ve gone through several basins of water cleaning the both of you up, and he nearly drowned you once when you let him fuck your face on the third day of his heat. You know he likes how much he fills you up, can feel it through the bond hiding under the embarrassment, and you’ve tried to reassure him that you love it. He’s starting to ease up a little, though he still gets a little shy sometimes, so you do your best to reassure him. Praise usually works, though it can also exacerbate the symptoms of his heat.

You pull Obi-Wan into your arms, stroking your thumb around one of the bite marks around his pert nipple, healing it as you touch him. You tuck his face into your chest, pressing kisses to his hair as you tangle your legs with his, your tail wrapped tight around his thigh. Obi-Wan nuzzles his cheek against your collarbone, sighing blissfully as he finds a comfortable position and starts to doze off. Eased by the comforting weight of your Omega falling asleep in your arms, you quickly join him.

You feel two familiar Force presences at the fringes of your awareness and sigh with relief, using your spare tunic to scrub yourself down a little faster. Obi-Wan is already cleaned up, getting dressed on the bank of the stream while you finish with yourself. You had taken the time earlier today to heal both your own injuries, and the many lovebites covering your Omega’s body. To your surprise, he had protested, but reluctantly acknowledged that it would be better, appearance-wise, for whoever came to rescue you. The Jedi are not known for their sensuality or sexuality, and you doubt most Jedi would understand the primal need to mark your lover in the midst of your rut.

You promised to give him new ones another time, and Obi-Wan had flushed all the way from the tips of his ears to his chest. Something about being here had felt temporary, like something with an inevitable end, but you were both beginning to realize that you got to go home to the Jedi Temple together, and while they might see fit to punish you in some way, there was no denying you were meant for eachother in the Force. They couldn’t separate you without breaching their own Code. Obi-Wan is yours, and you will always be his.

“My old Master is coming. Yours is with him.” You comment, and Obi-Wan nods, purring with excitement. He picks up your underwear and breast binding from where you’d hung them from a low branch, stepping closer to the edge of the water to coax you out.

“Come on, darling. They’ll be here soon. Get dressed so we can go home, Alpha.” He encourages you, and you smile, ringing the cloth before you reluctantly step out of the water.

“You can’t just use that to get whatever you want, love.” You tease him, and he raises an eyebrow at you skeptically, looking you over to indicate that it is clearly working and why would he stop if it works? You roll your eyes, laughing as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a quick kiss.

“Cheeky.” You whisper against his lips, and he smiles, gently breaking away to give you your clothes.

“Get dressed, Alpha, unless you want our old Masters to see your bits.” He teases playfully, winking at you as he moves away to get your next layer for you. You can’t help but smile adoringly at him as he helps you get dressed, and by the time he helps you belt your robes closed, you feel a gentle touch against your Force signature through the last remaining remnants of your training bond with Master Plo. You reach back, inviting your old masters closer, and it isn’t long before you see the sunset orange skin of your father figure, and the warm smile of Obi-Wan’s.

“It’s good to see you hale and whole.” Master Plo greets you both, and you give him a wide smile. You notice Qui-Gon eyeing the way your tail is wrapped loosely around Obi-Wan’s wrist in lieu of you holding his hand, and you worry for a moment that it might seem overly possessive, but your Omega takes your tail in hand and strokes his thumb in little circles on the tough skin.

“I am so glad to see you both.” You give a short bow in greeting, and feel the last remaining tension in the two Masters ease. Ah. They were nervous about your Alpha instincts making you aggressive. A valid fear, but your deepest instincts don’t perceive either of them as a threat. If anything, they’re part of your pack. Master Plo is like your father, and Qui-Gon Jinn has instinctually been part of your pack since your mission together many years ago. Your calm demeanour gives Qui-Gon the confidence to approach Obi-Wan, and you watch him clasp your Omega’s shoulders in his hands, squeezing gently.

“I’m glad you’re alright, my old Padawan.” he murmurs out loud, and Obi-Wan nods, a genuine warmth in his smile.

“I’m perfectly fine. Mercy was injured in the crash, but I had nary a bruise. Thank the Force she’s so skilled at healing that she could start the process even in her condition. We’re both healthy and happy to see you both.” Obi-Wan replies, clearly trying to assure his old Master that he’s not been mistreated. Qui-Gon accepts it with a nod, putting an arm around Obi-Wan and bodily but subtly breaking the contact of your tail around his wrist to lead him towards the ship, and you know that it’s a test. Your rut has only ended this morning, and your hormones are slowly calming down. It’s a dangerous test, but you know inherently that it is necessary. If you can’t control yourself, you might need to be isolated a little while longer, lest you put your rescuers in danger.

Thankfully, you’re able to breathe through it. Obi-Wan looks back at you as he’s led away, reluctant, and that sparks a bit of protectiveness in your chest, but Qui-Gon must remind him because he turns his gaze forwards again. Master Plo pulls you into a hug, and you sigh happily at the feeling, holding onto the back of his flight jacket.

“I can’t wait to go home.”

Being in the Jedi Temple again is like being blanketed in peace. You missed being home while you were trapped on that moon. You missed the constant flowing connection of the Force and all of the Jedi around you. Even after a meeting with the Council in which you had to justify your bond with Obi-Wan, and were separated from him so that they could verify that he hadn’t felt forced into it, you were thrilled to be home.

The Council gave you a new set of chambers, ones made for bonded Force mates, with four bedrooms to accommodate Padawans. It was a rare thing among the Jedi, but there were accommodations available, though you had never seen them before today. You move swiftly around your chambers, gathering your few belongings into a couple of bags while Obi-Wan makes you both tea. You’ve both changed and taken your respective heat and rut blockers, but you no longer need to wear scent blockers should you not want to. Bonding eases the fluctuations that make Alpha and Omega scents so distracting for Jedi. For now, both of you have decided to go without while you settle into your new home.

“What does this say, darling? It’s Haelan, isn’t it?” Obi-Wan asks, holding up one of the tail cuffs you’d been given by Master Sav Lasra long after his death.

“That was Master Aulo Bas’ tail cuff. It has his virtue name engraved on it. Shepherd. He acted as a guide to the next generation of Jedi at the temple on Ilum long ago, and was regarded as a very wise man who dedicated his life to younglings.” You explained, rubbing your thumb over the Haelan script. You gestured to each of the other three cuffs in order, “This was Master Xyla Wellar’s. Her virtue name was Mirth. It is said that she was always smiling in battle, and relished the chance to make anyone laugh. The next was Master Sav Lasra’s, and his virtue name was Justice. He was known as someone who defended the weak, and helped those he rescued to resettle themselves. The last cuff belonged to Master Tasine Ro, whose virtue name was Valor. She was a powerful Guardian who faced unwinnable odds with a bravery that inspired those around her. She was said to be able to inspire her troops with her Force signature alone.”

Obi-Wan listens intently, holding each cuff with its due reverence in a way that softens your heart. You put them back in their box, tucking it away in one of your bags, then lifting his hand up to kiss his knuckles. He hands you a cup of tea before collecting his own from your night table, and you both sit in silence for a moment as you drink your fill, delighting in the peace of your home.

“Anakin will be returning soon.” Obi-Wan says with a fond smile, “Master Yoda sent him on a small quest to the lower levels when he was alerted to our arrival time, to give us a chance to settle.”

You nod, excitement rising in your gut. You’ve missed your Sprout.

“Well, I suppose we should get going then. Do you think he’ll be happy to live with us?” You ask, and he laughs.

“He’ll be annoyed that he won’t be able to run to your chambers to escape me, but he’ll be happy to have you so close. He’s always more balanced when you’re around.” Obi-Wan comments, and you can’t help but beam at what you consider a very high compliment. You both finish packing, heading towards the chambers he shares with Anakin, and it is as Obi-Wan is letting you comb beard oil through his facial hair that you feel your son’s Force signature distantly. You both smile, and you give his cheeks a gentle rub to dry the excess oil, then smush a kiss to his brow, getting up from the couch to wait. The door slides open in a rush, and your sweet Sprout enters the room in a swirl of cloaks and panting breath, clearly having run the whole way.

“Hi Sprout!” You barely have time to open your arms before Anakin has slammed into you, gathering you against his lean but strong frame and burying his face in your shoulder. You hear a soft ‘oof’ before feeling your Omega pressed into your side, and you giggle, imagining the faux disgruntled look on Obi-Wan’s face as Ani pulls him into a group hug.

“I was so worried.” Anakin mumbles against your shoulder, and you stroke his hair soothingly, covering him in kisses.

“We’re perfectly fine, Ani. More then. But we both missed you so much.” You reply gently, and Obi-Wan nods, surprising you when he kisses the top of Anakin’s head. Clearly it surprises your Sprout as well, but you feel him melt in your arms, and his face is hot against your skin. He nuzzles your scent gland, and you sigh, running your fingers over his Padawan braid.

“Can I rebraid this for you, Sprout?” You ask, and Anakin nods against your neck, rubbing his face there for a second to wipe away his tears in a way that isn’t very subtle, but clearly makes him feel better, so you don’t complain. Obi-Wan gathers Anakin into another quick hug before letting him go, and you lead your boy to the settee, sitting on the edge of it while he sits on the floor in front of you. Obi-Wan takes his place beside you, helping you with Anakin’s braid, holding the many beads and bands you both have gifted him.

“While we were stuck on that moon, some things happened. Did the Council already speak to you about this?” Obi-Wan asks, and Anakin nods.

“They said that you didn’t have your blockers, but you were okay after the crash. They said… that you guys are Force mates.” The young Padawan replies, his voice hesitant but not upset. He knew you all stood on the precipice of change, but he wasn’t sure what kind, and whether he would like it.

“That’s true. How do you feel about that?” You ask, and Anakin contemplates that for a moment before shrugging.

“I mean, I’m not exactly surprised. You both have been in love since I’ve met you.”

That draws a laugh from you, and you give the apple of his cheek a gentle pinch.

“Well, aren’t you wise? You know this doesn’t change the way we feel about you, right, Sprout? I’ve always loved you like you’re my own, and no one and nothing could ever change that.” You murmur, adding a violet band to the end of his braid to represent the joining together of your pack.

“The Council has given us access to new chambers, where all three of us could live together. When Mercy chooses a Padawan, we have room for them as well. There’s even a spare, should you perhaps choose to stay with us long enough to have your own Padawan.” Obi-Wan offers, and you can see the peach blooming in Anakin’s tanned cheeks at the thought. He can recognize the offer there, the room being made for him in your pack, and the extension of that offer to anyone he brings with him. He leans his head against Obi-Wan’s knee, and you huff playfully since you now have to stretch to reach his braid.

“I’d like that.” Anakin says with a soft finality, and you finish with his hair, lifting it to show Obi-Wan. He strokes his fingers over it, nodding approvingly, leaning across to gently kiss you behind your son’s head. Ani groans, and you laugh as you break the kiss, giving your son’s shoulders a squeeze.

“Go get your things, Sprout. I’d like to get us all moved in tonight, so we can have dinner together.” You give him a gentle push on the back, and he sighs, beleaguered, as he gets off the floor and heads to his room. Obi-Wan leans over for another kiss, and you snort, pecking him quickly before nodding your head towards his room, “Go, dearheart.”

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes but stands up, heading towards his bedroom door, his charming sass in full swing, “Goodness, so bossy.”

#obi wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi x original character #obi-wan kenobi x oc #obi wan kenobi x alien reader #obi wan kenobi x oc

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bananaactivity · 3 months ago

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ahhhhh your latest morgie art was so cool--you mentioned the gray streak in his human form and i gotta ask--is it natural or a conscious choice? cause iirc one tragic aspect of hook/morgie is that one day, morgie will lose hook. hook will age and die, and with his neverland trauma will never accept mortality. but morgie is a le fay and of magic--is he choosing to age?

WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER

Also yea pretty much. Morgie has no qualms as it relates to the whole immortality thing. He completely excepts that everyone he knows that isn’t immortal will die before him, everyone except Hook of course. He’s really upset about that one…

He does alter his appearance to age. When he was a youngling he first managed to hold a human form and modded its look after his mom and its size after his cousin. He has to manually modify his human form to age, but after a couple years it becomes second nature for him to notice small changes in the human form as it grows and make tweaks. Before switching back from his primordial form he noticed the grays and age that Hook now had and tweaked himself to match his aging friends.

Small short super tragic fic incoming 😓:

“I know you’re doing that on purpose Darling, you don’t have to pretend anymore.” Hook smirked. Morgie sighed. He knew what James meant, but undoing all his work made him feel…uneasy. “ I know. I don’t do it for you James… It makes me feel better…about… our predicament.” Morgie had given up trying to immortalize his love long ago… Neverland had hurt him. Bad. He didn’t want to be the bad guy, but time was so limited he didn’t want to wait another millennia to see those sly blue eyes once more in some new timeline. He wanted to be selfish…but he wouldn’t be the bad guy, not to James. “ Come on darling, last time I saw you as well, you, I almost ripped my jacket off right there.” Hook bit his lip and stroked his mustache, irritatingly more grey by the day. Morgie looked at it and then he grew upset, “ James! It’s almost over. My time with you is so meaningful and yet so meaningless it drives me insane! I have millennia to spend with out you, I cant-“ Hook grabbed Morgies shoulders and forced him to look into his eyes. “ Morgs, Love, I’m only 45, I’ve got a good sixty left in me I think!” He laughed. LAUGHED. “ Sixty?? Hook, MILLENNIA VS SIXTY. That is SO little time it’s comical!?” Morgie began to hyperventilate, he couldn’t imagine a world devoid of James, every other friend of his had longer lifespan, but sixty years left? It must have been the cruel joke of whatever being had cursed his creation. Of course he’d fall for the one who would leave him so soon. “ Morgie La Fey you are such a strange creature.” Hook chuckled. “ What would your space dad thing think of you crying over a mortal man? I’m just a man Morgs. Not even a good one. But life’s only worth it to me because it doesn’t last. I’d love to spend an eternity with you but think about how boring it could get!! Let’s just… live in the moment.” James was so endearing… and sometime he was very right. “ I understand. But~ You meantioned something about my other… appearance…” Hook smirked again. “ What can I say… I love when a man can keep up with me, or a primordial beast thing I’m not too choosy~” Giving Hook something he wanted was always a treat. Losing him would be hard… but he’d see him again one day.

Anyways I had the random urge to write something quick, it’s not my usual fare but I wanted to do it bro.

(make sure if you see this post @throwawaybog you either comment under here or message me what you’d like to see a sketch of remember it’s gotta be descendants related, but it doesn’t have to be my designs though, and if you have references make sure to send those as well)

#disney #descendants #disney descendants #harry hook #james hook #rise of red #descendants morgie #descendants fanfiction #uliana descendants #rise of red fanfic #morgie le fay #james hook descendants #james hook fanfic

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weebsinstash · 2 years ago

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It would be hilarious if batsis! Reader managed to flee her dimension but ended up in like, Earth 63 a.k.a DC VS. Vampires universe.

Reader unlocks a metagene or finds an Apokolops Motherbox that let's her warp to other dimensions and she tries to run from the Batfam by 'jumping' and just runs into infinitely worse reincarnations of them

Like just for example uhhhh I know this is a separate character for a moment but have you considered how absolutely unhinged yandere Superman from the Injustice timelines would be. He loses Lois and his unborn child and he's in full "you know what, not only is murder ok, what if I bonded with Brainiac's ship and literally became a brainwashing fucking fascist" mode and he winds up transferring a lot of trauma and misplaced affection and obsession onto you like, and that's on top of the other unhinged shit like killing Shazam who is you know, not that he knew but that's literally a child, he accidentally but still did indeed murder a child, and even after learning the truth he's like eh sacrifices must be made, and like, THE BAD ENDING? He literally figures out how to rob people of free will and JUMPS at the opportunity like, this scene is genuinely horrifying "You make the right choice or I make it for you" like oh my god i would actually kill myself before I let him get his hands on me

Then you have not exactly a universe but more of a timeline but, you want to talk about unhinged alternate versions, we literally have Flashpoint Thomas Wayne. Bruce brutalizes locks up and or frames and even sends away anyone who messes with you. Thomas just outright fucking kills them. Thomas literally has nothing to lose and has no qualms against being an absolute menace. Like god romantic/sexual yandere are always my cookies and cream but like platonic yandere Thomas would either be the most terrifyingly protective person you'd ever met or extremely soft to you and you alone because he's already lost his family, his CHILD, so like, absolutely fuck your chances if you stumble upon him and he forms some kind of bond

Just also imagine just as a general concept like the whole universe travelling thing basically plops you down in the same place just different worlds and how either convenient or terrible that would be. You wind up jumping from the Batcave straight into the Owlcave. You go from the Watchtower to The Crime Syndicate's HQ or some other evil Justice League. But alternatively in more positive twists, from a Joker hideout being kidnapped to like.... the Lego Batman movie where him and Bruce are just chilling on the couch eating popcorn and also I still have to watch that movie I hear it's absolutely adorable 😩❤️ or you go from a Gotham that is just genuinely fucking awful, not even the smallest sparks of joy, crime and lunatics everywhere, full on edgelord comic book world some real The Boys But The Horrible Comic Version shit, and you wind up jumping from that to Brave and the Bold Bruce and get to basically relax and be your inner kid in full on superhero camp wackiness like genuinely BatB is soul healing in it's genuine, idk, wholesomeness like look at these dorks

While on the subject of heroes and such I'm trying to remember how much I actually wound up reading/watching through YouTube videos of the Invincible comic bc I'll be real I'm still down pretty bad for Nolan Grayson 😩 actually him and Superman give me very similar ideas of "oh what if you turned out to be a member of my species and I want to either train you or adopt you or mate you or whatever and I'm occasionally being casually terrifying about it" like idk if I mentioned this before but like, imagine finally learning how to fly and you get found out by Nolan (or Clark) and they literally help fly you all the way back home and like, it genuinely IS to make sure you get home, you just learned to fly and you could very easily get lost, but also like, they're following you home as you demand them not to and you're so inexperienced with any sort of fighting that if you tried to punch whichever one in anger they'd just like catch your fist and be like "oh wow you can hit harder than most your age that's really impressive 😊" but like very, very much still fending you off like you're not that much different than a human to them

I feel like I should often be, how do I put this, I love adhd ranting about shit and explaining things to people so I kinda feel like sometimes I should genuinely just talk about certain things to introduce them to people who have no idea what I'm talking about because like, idk I often talk and refer to things in ways only consumers of that media would understand and I could occasionally like you know link a clip or ramble or something to include other people? For example, this is an example of why I think Nolan is scary but also like in a sexy controlling way 😏 you know, hypothetically. And like he literally tried to teach his son a horrifying tough love "humans don't matter earth doesn't matter only we viltrumites matter fuck earth lets conquer it for our race" lesson by literally holding his son's body up in a subway to be hit by the oncoming train and let his invulnerability literally rip the passengers inside the train apart while his son was SCREAMING IN HORROR BY THE WAY. And also still scary but more mildly, did I ever reblog that Superman art where he's got you up in the air with him and your like extreme fear of heights has you clinging and hugging onto him because, also something both of them would do 🥰 cuddles because you don't want to be dropped and die! Not that they would do it but, you know, bonding, yay! ❤️

#yandere stuff #sinprompts

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bohemian-nights · 9 months ago

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It will forever irk me how some people blame Laena for Daemon’s “unhappiness” in Pentos. Let’s be for real here, it was COMPLETELY his fault why they were still in Pentos. I doubt Laena would have denied Daemon the idea of returning to Westeros; she was the one who wanted to go back to driftmark in the first place. Any unhappiness Daemon had was his own fault and no one but him can be blamed (maybe viserys too but that’s another thing). Everyone who is like “poor baby, he was just longing for Rhaenyra…” blah, blah, blah - just makes me sooo heated!! Laena was right there, they need to stop acting as if she was just this means to an end. I know she’s a fictional character but it still angers me to see how minimalized she is by the fandom (especially when they race-bent her and changed the important relationships in her life - that’s one of the reasons why I say that the book is the only canon canon universe, not the show). The racism this fandom has is so crystal clear, but then everyone is all “stop making it about race”, like that’s exactly what you are doing 😭 why can’t I be upset about it?? I doubt anyone would act the way they do if Laena was white and it hurts to even admit that!

No one should sympathize with daemon in ep6, he was being a shitty person and incredibly selfish, in my opinion. (I know you love him and I’m sorry to bash him, but I know you also see his faults unlike a lot of other Daemon stans, so I hope you can understand me on this). Laena was more patient and forgiving than she should have been, I would’ve liked her to call him out instead of whatever bullshit the writers decided on. Laena was not a shy or docile person, she was brave and fierce, that’s literally canon, and the writers shouldn’t have excluded that.

And don’t even get me started on how icky this deleted script makes me feel: https://www.tumblr.com/darksvster/744315340102762496/excerpts-from-the-house-of-the-dragon . “I loved him well.” But then when Rhaenyra asks Daemon if he loved Laena, THE NIGHT OF HER FUNERAL, he says “we were happy enough.” Shut the fuck up, Daemon! 🙄

I don’t personally think Laena and Daemon’s entire marriage (in the show) was an unhappy one, but it was in such poor taste that they made their scenes the way they did in show ‘canon.’ Laena did not deserve to be shown as unhappy, certainly not right before she died. I’ll never stop saying that she deserved better because she really really did. And that’s another reason why I’m writing my fix-it fanfic for her. I just want her to be happy in the end 🫠

Thank you for reading this incredibly messy rant. I hope you don’t hate me for this lmao.

That’s nothing, but cope cause these walking napkins once again forgot about chokegate.

By their own logic Daemon must have been on the verge of jumping off a cliff with Rhaenyra cause no matter how miserable he was with Laena he never laid a hand on her or abandoned her when she was giving birth to their children🙃

He’s literally always 0.2 seconds from sending Missy Anne to join Gollum. If he truly was longing for her like that he wouldn’t even think of laying a hand on her.

Lol, jokes aside, no way he was completely miserable with Laena and she definitely didn’t make him miserable. If anything she calmed his psycho ass down. The man wasn’t miserable because of her(he was just missing the walking corpse he called a brother). That was the most stable time in his life. Which isn’t saying much, but it is what is even if they don’t want to admit that.

You know what he would’ve done if he was actually miserable, wanted Missy Anne, or wanted out of his marriage? He would’ve broken out the good old divorce rock🪨

We are talking about a man who does what he wants with no impunity. He has no qualms about killing family or abusing/murdering his wives.

He could’ve easily killed Laena(especially while she was in labor), but he didn’t do that. He wanted to be with Laena(which is why he married her even though Miss Maegor was begging him to choose her back in episode 5). For all intents and purposes he was content with the means to an end.

Yeah they are all fictional, but these are people are blending real life with fiction cause it’s clear that the main reason why they keep saying this crap is because Laena was made Blackish. These Karen’s refuse to relate to Black(ish) woman on any level so they now are hyping up their titanic ship because Missy Anne is white and blonde.

Real talk, I don’t even think most of them actually care about Missy Anne as a character. She’s just a mascot cause they want to ride Daemon’s dick(no judgements cause Miss Maegor is lame, and Daemon is hot, but they need to be honest about it. I’d never ship something where my fave is being beaten upside her head by her man).

Now Daemon and Laena’s marriage was far far far from perfect in the show. He was not the best husband to her. She definitely deserved better than what he gave her, but they really are trying it when he keeps going Ike Turner on their self insert.

Yes, Laena dies and she’s a minor character, but she does have an impact on the story and on Daemon’s arc. They won’t admit that though because they actively trying to limit her impact.

(See how they keep trying to associate her girls with Daemon as Miss Maegor’s daughters cause the queen of flops gave birth to a lizard instead of a daughter “who looks like” Daemon to replace the half-breeds).

And even though they took away her fire in the show and made her into some poor helpless unloved woman(aka a stereotype), she still made an impact because if she was truly a bump in the road they would’ve stopped talking about her as soon as she offed herself.

The bar is in hell yes, but they need to recognize where they stand.

Honestly this whole discourse is once again pathetic and riddled with Casper the unfriendly ghost sociopaths being butthurt that their ship is pathetic.

They have to use headcanons to prop it up cause the books make it clear Laena was Daemon’s most beloved wife and Valyrian Karen was abandoned for Nettles(let’s not get into that cause she sends the methheads into a rage) while the show has him beating their self insert black and blue.

No one is trying to make this about race, but when you have people calling fictional characters the n-word, comparing them to monkeys, saying it’s okay to cut a Black character because there are too many Black people on the show, saying that it’s a shame Daemon doesn’t have any daughters he can relate to cause the ones he has aren’t white, and saying that it’s a determintal character trait to have Daemon sleep with Black women, well how else are we supposed to view it?

This doesn’t even cover half the demented crap they’ve said and we aren’t even getting into how they start gang stalking you, and trying to gaslight you into believing their lies, when you call them out on the bullshit.

Someone who isn’t racist would say those things. You can dislike a character or characters, but when you base your hate on racism, well congratulations! You’re a racist!

It’s so frustrating dealing with this fandom because any time you point out the obvious misogynoir you become the bad guy, the hater, the bitch, whatever. People only like you when you don’t rock the boat(aka don’t say anything about this because you’re bringing down the vibes), but how are you supposed to turn the other cheek when you see that?

The moment Laena became Black she became worthless to this fandom and the showrunners, to the point where they are only comfortable with her fitting into a stereotype.

Well now we are both ranting so I think we are even 🤣 I do love Daemon, but I love to drag him when he does wrong(I love my girls more than him so he’s in the doghouse. Book!Daemon would be ashamed of show!Daemon). Thank God fanfiction exists(and the books). Can’t wait to read yours. I’ll be updating mines this weekend)🙌🏽

#bnasks #bnask #my rants #shitty dragon show discourse #🌊#laena velaryon #she deserved better #daemon targaryen x laena Velaryon

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vampcubus · 6 months ago

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Your fabolousness Queen Ashi, it is I, poll nonnie or a nonnie named desire.~ just kidding you can call me whatever. Anyways I thank you ever so kindly for giving me the chance to share my tragic story and unburden myself. Oh and that phrase you like is a spanish saying. One of my favorites that i try to live by. I believe you could use it in this time of need, because though I haven't expressed it you have my support. As I said previously fuck dem kids. Best thing you can do sometimes is not acknowledge the squealing, don’t give foolishness a platform. There's enough of that already.

Now, I will try to make it brief, but I tend to ramble, so I may require two parts. But I'll try to get to the point. So, without further ado, hit it with the sad violin music or Sarah McClellan.

I must begin by saying that I do not receive much male validation... like ever. Which is strange because I have an ample bosom and a winning personality, but alas men will fuck a mcchicken sandwich but they won't fuck me. I have found however that they do fuck with me quite often. See, ever since I was a girl, I've been the object of cruel pranks where I would be asked out as a joke. Boys had no qualms using me as a sort of penalty of a low bar of attractiveness if you will and that remained through grade school. Thing is everyone said you will thrive in college and that happened to some of my friends, but not me. Even in college nothing ever really happened, and I was always more invested in the interactions than the men were. So I've learned to pick up cues and behavioral patterns to know when I'm being led on, or when they're waiting for me to put out.

This all leads to a couple days ago. You read that right. Mere days ago I reconnected with someone from early college through Facebook, a den of foolishness and evil. Being graced with male validation I was gleefully happy for the first couple interactions. I returned to my youthful girlish days of squealing when I got a message.

My grave sin, is I caught myself simping. *Simping* for a human male when I swore to myself and vowed by the queens Ruby and Teresa that I would *never* be caught simping for a man unless that happened to be Leon Sexy Kennedy in the fucking flesh. Needless to say, the man I was tragically simping for is far from a Leon. I wouldn't even consider him an Ethan Winters (less beloved but perhaps equally devoted lover). I decided to stage an intervention and request assistance in this endeavor from some bad bitches because that could not stand. No it would not stand. Homeboy was leaving me on read. Taking hours to reply. Sending single sentences responses? I knew the signs. I knew them well, I had not put out. Or perhaps he had realized that he'd drunk messaged me. Regardless it would not stand that interaction though only days brief would end by my terms dammit. I just needed some reassurance that I was doing the right thing, because a softer. Weaker part of myself kept making excuses for this fool. So thank you again your fabolousness, and if you've made it this far you are a real gem. I sincerely thank you for helping me remember my worth because Queen Ruby didn't get her face burned so that I would simp for a common peasant who can't be bothered to send a timely reply.

“alas men will fuck a mcchicken sandwich but won’t fuck me” TOOK ME OUTTTTT 😭😂

PLEASE I JUST GOT HOME FROM A HARD DAY AT WORK AND YOU GOT ME DYINGGGG /POS. “i wouldn’t even consider him an Ethan winters” DRAG HIMMM 👹

i could listen to you ramble about your life all day i am so entertained. your storytelling skills >>> i’m glad metaphorically kicked that guy the the curb cus you deserve better queen 😤 especially with a personality and sense of humor like yours.

#‧₊🧛🏻‍♀️˚⊹ ashi rambles #poll anon

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thesoulesscollection · 2 years ago

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Comfort For The Tough (Request)

Request: Hi, again! I have another Toppat storyline request. It's a hurt/comfort, maybe Right worried/sad about something and Reginald trying to calm him down, which Reginald isn't quite used to because it's usually vice-versa?

Hey, I'm so terribly sorry that your request took me so long to finish. Been dealt a bad hand of writer block and other things. Like always you or anyone else interested can send in any request - it may take me a while though.

Tw/Tags: Canon Divergence, Toppat Henry, Mentioned Henry, Mild Angst, Hurt/Comfort, & Mild Panic Attacks

Reginald's heart leaps up into his throat, a hand clasped over, left helpless he stands aside uncomfortably where his love is in the midst of a horrible panic attack.

"It's going to be okay" He sat on his knees, gently prying the clammy hands away from the man's crumpled, scarred face, "You're safe. I won't let anyone hurt you again"

This truly amazed him, how the man, so big and buff in size, an intimidatingly gruff force to beckon with, can curl up small it's got to be painful.

"You don't need to say anything, dear. I'm here" Scooting closer, he was now a few inches, intending for Right to make the final decision if desired.

"... I-I'm so sorry…" The redhead manages to croak, a teary eye looks up as the other glowing red stares lifelessly ahead at no one in particular.

"Whatever are you sorry for? There's no reason why you should?"

Unraveling his tangled up limbs, the man straightens his posture, quickly attempting to wipe the tears that stained his face, "I… Didn't do my job properly. I-I promised to protect you but I didn't… I got hurt. Badly. I was helpless to do anything… Y-you. You were in danger an-"

"You did all that you could. That's all I could ever ask from you" Reginald cups his partner's damp cheek, thumb able to dry the tears, "Nobody would've thought that. He… Would have a chainsaw on his person and that he'll use it on you. We did what ought to be done so the past is best forgotten"

When Reginald came down from that high himself, dealt with the danger of having a total stranger break into their airship, likely to steal information or for worse. The latter had not been true, far from so as he was choked by his own gold necklace hanging off the ship's edge, a military plane a bit off. A million things had gone through his mind at the time, the state of his clan if he was arrested, and whether his devoted deputy was alive. Gosh, he's stricken with terror, yet he didn't intend to express such weakness to the intruder who brought him to such a dire situation, he's much tougher then what people often perceive him. Even when giving the reign over to the stranger, Reginald knew to always think ahead just in case and he had no qualms in taking what's rightfully his back.

However, such plans came to a halt when he heard the horrid news, his beloved is left in a worse condition nobody expected him to come unscathed. The angry bruise across his neck faded by now is nothing compared to his partner's horrid state, left for dead, injured permanently never to be the same again.

"I thought that I got a good handle on the dang kid. I've done this before on my own and won… Then w-why is this one so dang different... It seems like he got this unnatural luck on his bloody side and it infuriates me. Like he knew what was gonna happen next"

Soon seething anger replaces the bubbling panicking anxiety, voice crackling in pitch as Right’s freckled, tanned face scrunches up, turning to a bright, flushed hue. His good hand balls up into a tight fist, the other lays limp on his lap.

Shaking his head, Reginald sighs, "I know, darling, I know it hurts. You may not feel all too confident but please, don't you worry"

"I d-don't…" Taking in a deep, shallow breath then exhaling through his flared nostrils, Right felt a smidgen better, not completely whole, "... I-I'm still confused… Wha… Why did you allow him in here? To our clan, your pride and joy when he was sent here to dismantle us. Why did you let him be our new leader… After everything he put us. Me through…"

When Right continued to hesitantly inch forward, he kept a distance like it wouldn't be his best choice. The bigger man is a shaky mess, wearily eyeing him, cautious, similar to a scared caged animal. Hurt is made evident in his wounded, half robotic expression and what got to Reginald the most is the fear.

"It… It wasn't my best idea, okay so I'll be truthful with you there. I was terribly scared and for a split second without a thought, I blurted it out" Reginald mumbles out his admission, stiffly shrugging, instinctively holding his partner's hand, squeezing it in silent comfort. "That he won, I gave him the title. I didn't desire for any of this to happen, you know"

"That's outta be the stupidest idea you got yet, Reg"

"I know, really, I know. I do have a backup plan in case something goes askew. I have a sneaking suspicion it will"

One day soon enough that grimy, no good thief will trip on his own feet to which when that finally happened Reginald would be there to return the crown rightfully back on his head. It has to be at any moment that the careless scoundrel will fall apart as the man doesn't stand a chance in the clan against his superior years as leader.

"Most important is that you're safe. Alive. With me. So we can worry about this later"

Right raised a brow, skeptically, now sat beside Reginald, lying his head on the man's shoulder, "You better. I… Can't stand him... He scares me…" Breathing remains haggard, hand clammy when it grips Reginald's for the comfort.

"I know, dear. I'm sorry"

In his head Reginald, determined, sets a plan to remove the dangerous threat with whatever it takes, despite the possible serious consequences.

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eolahine · 1 year ago

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For Want of a Fathers Love

It was midmorning and Eolahine sat at her vanity, wearing a dressing gown, and brushing her long, carmine tresses. She smirked a bit as she looked into her mirror at the reflection of her tangled bedsheets and worked her way through a knot in her hair. The young man, what was his name, who had shared her bed had left her in the early hours of the morning, in hopes of not being caught leaving her bedchamber. “It does not matter what time they leave. Father always finds out.” A small smile played across her face as she talked to her reflection. “He probably already knows or will know shortly. I should feel sorry for them. Tortured. Put to death.” Setting down her brush, Eolahine’s smile grew. “But I do not.” She found it ironic that her father had no qualms when it came to placing her in the bed of a noble for his own gains, but for her to take a few hours’ physical pleasure for herself, would earn his wrath. “At least he will remember that I exist.” There was nothing that Eolahine did that did not reach her father’s ears. Guards, servants, her own handmaidens, reported her every movement to him. Anyone on her father’s payroll was a potential spy. The Black Rose of Ebonwood let out a soft sigh. She cared not for any of the men she took to her bed. The only man that she loved and wanted to be loved by would not give it to her. Her deepest desire, the one thing, the one person, whom she would do anything to please, would never love her because she was not the son that he wanted. Despite her fathers’ feelings for her, Eolahine never wanted for anything. Her closet was filled with the finest of gowns and her jewel chest contained every stone imaginable. Fine silks, rubies, emeralds, diamonds. She was a prize to be bartered off for whatever need her father had, and she had to look exquisite while fulfilling those needs.

A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. “Come,” she called out. One of the servant girls entered, carrying a breakfast tray, and set it down on the table. The girl curtsied before setting about tidying up the room and opening the heavy curtains, letting in the sunlight. Eolahine scowled, taking a seat at the table, and picking at her food. “Cook has again, ruined everything. My bacon is not done enough and my eggs are runny.” Pushing the plate aside, it crashed to the floor, the fine porcelain breaking and food scattering everywhere.

“My lady!” The servant gasped as she knelt to clean up the mess. “I will have something else sent up to you right away.”

“Yes. You do that.” Rising from her chair, Eolahine stepped on the servant’s hand, grinding it into the broken porcelain with the heal of her slipper. She watched as blood seeped out onto the wooden floor and smiled at the pain etched on the girls’ face. “You should learn as well, so that I do not have to send anything back.” Pressing her heal down harder, the noble woman was not satisfied until the girl cried out in pain.

With a look of contentment, Eolahine returned to her vanity. “Send in my handmaiden. I need to get dressed. Father will be calling for me today. You may want to stay clear when he does. It will not be pretty for anyone in the vicinity.” Looking into the mirror again, Eolahine smiled at her reflection once more. The things I endure for fathers attention.

#my writing #blackwood coven #moon guard #marcaious blackwood

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definitely-mothman · 1 year ago

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The Reflection of a Prince Ch 3

I’m really bad at making summaries, but in a nutshell, this is an Overblot! Jade Leech fic, with the Original Characters belonging to Royal Sword Academy, specifically for a fandom based on the Little Mermaid. • A gala approaches, on not one land, but two, and split in half, what other choice does a Prince have to do? But beware in the past, there is an eye that still watches. Who remembers, who plots and hides teeth in the darkness.

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

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Azul was flipping through finance files, about 7 in the morning according to his watch. It was the best time in the week to put together the documents for each days’ sales and costs, along with calculating the salary for employees for the biweekly basis. It was unusually quiet, although it didn’t bother him at the moment. It was still somewhat early, and the silence made it easier to focus.

It was only logical such silence should be rudely interrupted by annoying text vibrations on the wood desk.

“Hey do you like. Have the attendance sheets for the Board Game Club on hand rn.”

Right side top drawer, folder at the very front. Divider is by year…there it was.

“Yes I have them in the Lounge. Is Crowley asking for them already?”

“Kinda I mean. Yeah. He didn’t do this shit last year, says it’s bc of the festival thingy. BS tbh.”

“Do you want me to run them over in the next few minutes?”

“It doesn’t have to be like right now now, but around 7:30-7:45ish would be coolio, plus I’ll be actually awake at that point lol.”

Set the papers aside, set phone timer for 7:30. He’d likely just ask Jade or one of the third years to carry those over. The logistics of having the main keys for the lounge and having to cross campus not long before opening the back entryways for early shifts just seemed too annoying.

“Ok, someone will come by 7:40 at the latest.”

“Man I thought you’d do it ;-; you always send your Vice to do it and ngl he scares the shit outta me dude”

“That doesn’t sound like my issue, Idia.”

“I mean I’ll gladly accept paperwork from anyone in your dorm who isn’t in the top 3 tiers of the ‘Would Murder Me’ list. Like seriously there’s gotta be someone dude.”

“Any of them would likely lose the papers or be late. It’s not my issue he has an intimidating air carrying out benign errands.”

It was about 7:15.

“Bro tf you mean ‘intimidating air’ that implies it’s like. Accidental, and not him creating the comforting aura of a slasher villain. Idk how you survive interacting with him for most of the day. If I got locked in a room with either Leech for like 30 minutes I’d probably kms to get out faster.”

“I’m sure he’d find that quite humorous to hear. Anyways, it's not my problem, and I have things to do so I’m going to go silent for a while.”

“Alr whatever you’re like 100% serial killer victim number one tho.”

He put down the phone on the desk, mentally rolling his eyes.

It wasn’t the first time he’d heard a qualm like this about Jade, especially not from Idia. It was strange to keep hearing, probably because he just couldn’t see what it was everyone was so…afraid of. In a competitive setting, it was logical for even him to be wary of Jade as a long-game player and as someone very good at concealing his hand. But in terms of just normal school life, it just didn’t make sense. At the worst, Jade liked to poke psychologically in the same way Floyd did physically. Instead of chasing and manhandling, it was done with subtle body language and straight faced teasing. Once you wrapped your mind around how the game worked, it was actually quite fun to play in return, although for a completely anti-social loner like Idia, it didn’t seem like much fun.

He may have come across as strange or snakelike, but Azul had a level of trust in him that provided a sense of ease. At the very least, if Jade had wanted him dead, it would have happened already. He made him tea or coffee every morning, and Azul couldn’t think of the last time he’d even had a second thought at drinking what was placed on his desk.

Speaking of which. He hadn’t drank anything all morning, and the lack of hydration was beginning to make his early morning energy wear off. Usually they were both up around the same time.

He left the VIP lounge, heading back towards the shared communal space, including the small kitchen the dormitory shared. The tea bags he used were typically in one of the top shelves of the cabinet farthest from the shared fridge. He put some water in a pan and turned on the stove, sitting the bag’s string over the side. There was a kettle in the shared area, but it was nowhere to be seen, so he’d have to make do.

The tea that he had made wasn’t perfect, but it was fine enough. Octanivelle students set for the early shifts had started to trickle in, and Floyd stumbled in behind them. A bit earlier than he normally woke up, but well within his range.

“Hey Floyd. It’s odd having you be the first one up.”

Floyd slid over, propping against the island. He still looked a bit tired.

“Huh? Jade left our room like. A few hours ago. At least, I think so. Idk, I was half-asleep.”

“A few hours ago? I haven’t run into him all morning. I was going to ask him to run some papers over to Ignihyde.”

“I could run them over lol-“

“It’s fine, you can handle opening, I’ll just run them myself. Was he running off to do the headcounts he mentioned yesterday?”

“Idk, probably? He sometimes dips out in the middle of the night to do something-or-another, I figure it’s just that.”

“…I wasn’t aware he did that. I doubt anyone at RSA is awake enough for him to get any reasonable survey numbers at this hour.”

“Eh, who knows. I’m not worrying about it personally. Probably went off early to maybe hike over there instead of taking the bus. I could see him doing something like that.”

“Oh, ok. If you're not worried-“

“By the way, when are you supposed to be taking the papers over?”

“Um,” Azul checked his watch again. It was 7:39 already, and the walk across campus would probably take some 7 minutes. Shit.

“I should probably go now; I’m already behind schedule.”

“Alrighty then, have fun. I need the key ring though to open.”

“Right, right.” He took the Lounge key ring off of his belt loop, and took the trenchcoat off his shoulders and dug through the pockets for the VIP lounge key. There. When he took his hand out though, he had two keys.

He couldn’t remember which key this was, and with how often he absentmindedly put them in various pockets, it was any guess when he’d put it there. He handed off the known key to Floyd, and put the second one back.

With that, he returned to the office space, collecting the papers, and then headed towards the mirror for the main campus.

For Azul’s taste, it was an eerily lonely morning.

• • •

“I’m good to meet up whenever you are.”

It was almost 5 in the afternoon, and students were flowing to and from Coralliadom, mostly to leave campus to get dinner or head towards the cafeteria. Rielle hovered over the message, and panned his gaze over to his Housewardens’ staff. He went over and took it up, gripping 3 fingers around the magestone and prying it out. He put the stone in his right interior pocket.

“Aight. I’ll head out that way. Should I turn my GPS on to make it easier or smthn?”

“Sure.”

He flicked it on, and began to make his way out of the dormitory. He left the staff in his room to not raise any sort of suspicion, but held onto his pen. He managed to slip Claude’s visage in this escape attempt, sliding through the mirror and booking it across campus towards the gate. It was actually quite invigorating, sneaking off like this. See, I told you I could take care of myself! The gate was open, and Rielle slipped in with the crowd of leaving students, removing the outer RSA jacket and bundling it under his arm. Just before the bus stop, he broke off, awkwardly trotting down the incline and breaking off into the tree cover surrounding the campus.

He had to walk for a while before eventually running into the Octanivelle kid, about 3 minutes. Curly brunette hair almost covered their eyes completely, and their poise seemed too calm for how they talked over text.

Whatever, people were usually more casual over text anyways, right? Not like he had another option at this point anyways.

“Heyo-! I made it, sorry if I was a bit late.”

“It’s fine, I made sure to set time aside so I’d be good if you were. Do you have the stuff I asked for?”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it right here.”

Rielle took a small jewelry box out of his pocket, one that you’d normally keep earrings in. He handed it over to the student, who opened it, eyes glazing over the inside.

“Spit vial thing, hair is in a vial, the clippings are just in the box bc I figured that was fine, and the empty vial is the…song? Idk if you just wanted me to sing into a vial, so that’s what I did, sorry if that wasn’t what you wanted.”

“Oh that’s fine.” He closed the box lid, and put it in the pocket of his dorm uniform, which went almost below his knees.

“Are you guys’ uniforms that long? Based on the photos, I always thought they hit like, mid-thigh at the longest.”

“Oh, this isn’t my uniform.” The kid took out a small glass dish, and sat it over a bundle of tinder he’d piled on the ground. “I spilled some shit on mine earlier this week, so I had to borrow my roommates. He’s like, a good foot taller than me, haha.”

His voice seemed a little…stiff, despite how casual his words were. The student looked up towards Rielle, expression a bit nervous.

“Uh, did you bring a water bottle or something by chance? I would’ve brought one myself for the potion but I didn’t think about it. I mean, I can just use a water spell I guess, but I haven’t eaten a lot today and my magic’s probably a little shaky because of it.”

“Oh, no worries, I’ll do it. Did you skip lunch or something?” Rielle clicked his magestone into his pen, and with a small flick formed about two cups’ worth of water inside the dish.

“Thanks, and no, I didn’t bring much money when I made my way over here so I couldn’t grab anything substantial in Craneport.”

“Oh. Well, you’ll need my ID to get into the dorm anyways, so don’t worry about using it to get meal swipes. Claude will hound you-me if he sees you being the slightest bit winded. Wait-“

Rielle took out his phone, and began texting rapidly. The students’ phone pinged several times back to back.

“Ok I sent you the itinerary for the day of, so that you’ll be ready for that, and also the sheet music for the musical performance on Friday.”

“Musical…performance?”

“Yeah, I am/was doing a pretty singing number for the gala thingy- but you’re taking on my singing voice anyways so you’ll be good. There’s 5 days anyway to get the hang of it, and you won’t be on stage alone!”

“O-oh. Ok.”

The student began to dump the contents into the water, and lit a small fire on the tinder beneath the dish with his pen.

“I could’ve done that, yknow.”

“Oh, sorry. Just didn’t think about it.”

“Lol, you don’t have to say sorry. Just don’t want you to overexert yourself.”

The kid took a small twig nearby to stir the mixture, using his other hand to control the flame, it spinning to a light blue color. He was murmuring something under his breath, but Rielle couldn’t make out whatever incantation he was saying. Maybe saying it really quietly was a part of it?

In a moment, the small whirlpool in the mixture tinted to a bright red, and spread out within the dish. A small smile briefly appeared on the kid’s face, and he put the twig to the side, taking a small necklace out of his pocket.

“Oh, that’s the jewelry item?”

“Yeah. I’m using this one specifically because I’ve been able to get it to work with other magic properties like this already. No worries for me about it not working.”

“It’s so…cute. Is it an actual nautilus shell? It looks a bit more worn and dirty than the ones you see in shops. And it’s so tiny!”

“Yeah, it’s an actual shell, a friend of mine picked it out for me, we were pretty little at the time. So that’s why it’s kinda small.”

“So I’m guessing the string on it is more recent so it fits your neck? Lol.”

“Yeah, I’ve changed the string a million times at this point, hah.”

Again. That slightly strained voice, enough to notice but not noticeable enough for Rielle to want to bring attention to it.

The Octanivelle student took the twig he’d sat down, and stuck it firmly in the ground. Taking the necklace’s string and catching it on the twig, he dipped the shell down into the potion, where it began to glow a pale white within the liquid.

“Ah, yeah. The contract scroll. I almost forgot about it.”

He took a golden paper out of his pocket, along with a slightly decorative pen. It was folded several times into a little square, and once unfolded the top portion was too crinkled to properly read. But most of it was legible, and listed everything they’d spoken about over text, word for word. Rielle panned over the language, checking for any small print. He may have had no other choice, but he’d barter if he needed to.

“The only small text on there is about you being liable if the Unique Magic offered in the contract expires before you return to trade places with me again.”

“And that time would be…”

“Friday, about 11pm. An hour and a half after the gala hosted in your dorm will have ended. I just don’t want to be stuck up there. Do you want the pen? I thought you’d take it already-“

“How did you do this? This is a Unique Magic in and of itself, dude! Did you actually get your Housewarden to write one up for you? Like an IOU or something?”

“…can’t say. Secrets of the trade, lol. I don’t wanna lose my chances of getting deals like this in the future, you know?”

The student smiled, but the emotion didn’t quite reach the shine in his eyes. As if they carried two different people. I suppose that was Octanivelle for you. Rielle took up the pen, and carefully signed his name, drawing a smile heart above the i.

He absentmindedly handed the paper and pen back over, and dropped his RSA jacket onto the ground. The guy would probably need it if he wanted to slip back onto campus.

“There you go. I should probably text my parents about now and head off towards the hall of mirrors. Pretty much no one’s walking around campus right now, although you might wanna wait a few minutes before going into campus.”

“Alright, I have to wait for this to finish up anyways. Hope you have fun at the family gathering.”

“Yeah, I will! Thanks for doing me a solid, man.”

“Don’t even worry about it.”

Rielle finally got up from a squat on the ground, turning and heading back towards the campus.

He couldn’t have left soon enough. The illusory potion put together that morning was only meant to last about an hour. Even now, teal was beginning to push through the brunette hair, which was now falling to the ground at an alarming rate. He hadn’t even bothered to notice the contacts that already matched his eye color, or how squatting down disguised his clothing slowly fitting more snugly. The potion let off a sweet-smelling steam. It was done.

Taking the string off from around the twig, the necklace was pulled from the solution, and now it had a beautiful yellow gleam. He took off the Mostro Lounge jacket, covering a simple white dress shirt like those worn in RSA. The jacket and hat was placed into a pile along with the glass dish, and with a gentle wave of his pen, the pile burst into a large flame.

The necklace’s string fit perfectly to his head, and the nautilus shell was tucked beneath the shirt collar. He imagined how it looked outside of himself. Thin, siren eyes becoming like that of a doe, merging in and out as if both were mirages. A pale glow flowing down the edge of his hair, it growing vibrant red, and growing longer as the glow went down, beyond his hair’s end. The shell felt as though it could replace his own heart with how warm it felt against his chest.

Finally, he opened his mouth, feeling up and down the foreign vocal chords. The sweet, silky sound that left his mouth. That voice which was far too beautiful to belong to him. He stood and straightened his back, and lightly lifted his eyebrows along with the corners of his mouth, trying to make it look natural. Speak with your throat, keep your balance on the left side instead of in the middle. Pretend as though your head is filled with helium.

“Hey guys! Sorry I’m back late, I got kinda sidetracked, went on a stroll and lost track of time. But…you forgive me, right?”

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