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hey so a little while ago I decided this would be a fun thing to make, and now 3 days and many, many hours later, I have it complete, and I would like to share it! So, here is:

Questions to ask yourself when creating / studying / writing about, etc a culture (fantasy or real)

I absolutely love creating my own fantasy worlds, and recently I have been looking at advice on how to do it better, but none of the posts I’ve found are quite thorough enough for me. So, I decided it would be fun to make my own list of what questions you should ask yourself when making a fantasy culture!!

This will certainly not be all-encompassing, and I am by no means an expert on any of this, but I have tried my best with the knowledge I have. Think of this as a jumping off point!

I will always refer to the culture you are making/studying/writing about etc as ‘your culture’. I do not mean the culture you are literally from.

Religion and beliefs

Note- even if your culture has no god or religion, some questions will still apply. Additionally, a culture does not need a religion.

How does your culture believe the world/them/nature/etc has been created? (E.g. the Dreamtime, the days in which God made earth, etc)

Is your cultures religion poly or mono theistic?

What does your culture believe is holy or good, religion wise? How does this affect people who do not fit that standard? How do people try to reach this standard?

How does your culture worship? Do they have rituals or ceremonies? Why do they do this, in their eyes?

How does your culture think of its God(s)? Are they afraid? Reverent? Are they less than (the) God(s), or equal (I have never heard of non-Gods being viewed as better than (the) God(s), but hey, why not?)? Are they perhaps being protected or cared for by their God(s)?

What is your cultures view of death and the dead? What do they believe happens after death? How does their mortality affect this? (I.e. are creatures that live longer less afraid of death and hell?)

Are there any people who can be closer to their God(s), or servants of God(s)? (I.e. priests, monarchs, monks, nuns, etc)

How do religious people view non- religious people, or people who follow other religions? (and vice versa)

Are there multiple religions or belief systems in your world? How do they interact?

Why do people believe what they do? (Have they met the gods? Who made their religion?)

How does religion help or harm the people who follow it (And even the people who don’t believe it)? Are people aware of these issues?

How does religion affect things like art, language, routines, clothing, food, etc? (E.g. hijabs and modest clothing, prayer times that cause people to wake up earlier, cursing.) do religious ‘uniforms’ exist? (E.g. a priests outfit) who wears them?

How does one pray, or service a God?

If someone in your culture wanted something from (the) God(s), what would they do to get it? (I.e. what could they do for the god so their request is answered?)

Farming and Agriculture

Note- most stationary settlements will farm, but not all cultures will be stationary. If your culture is not stationary, this may not apply.

Who farms, and where? (The who is very important. Are they willingly in this field (pun unintended), or have they been forced into it? Are they paid? How much? Are the conditions good?)

Does your culture have aid from animals or machinery when farming? How are they aided?

What do they farm, and how? (I highly recommend researching farming methods, if only because it can be really cool!)

Does your culture farm everything it eats/needs, or do they import and export things? If they import and export, what are their main imports and exports? Who do they trade with?

How important is farming and trading in your culture? How does it’s importance affect those living there?

What foods are not farmed, or not as common? Why?

What ingredients are most common? What are they used in? (Note- the answer to that second question is going to be ‘a lot’. Don’t just make one dish with the most common ingredients. Make a bunch!)

Other materials

Note- if the answer to any of these questions is no, then you must consider what the alternative is. If they don’t have clay, what is their crockery (if they have it) made of? If they don’t have metal, what are their weapons made of? Also, a culture does not, by any means, need all or any of this. This is just an example.

Does your culture have access to sand (and, by extension, glass)? Where is it? How is it transported?

Does your culture have access to stone and metals? And again, who mines for this? How is it transported?

Does your culture have access to clean water? How is it transported?

Does your culture have access to wood and fire? If not, how are their environments heated and/or lit? (Do they burn another substance?)

Does your culture have access to paper and ink? If not, what do they write with? (If they write at all)

Does your culture have access to electricity?

Does your culture have access to clay and porcelain? And do they have glaze or paint for their clay?

Does your culture have access to candles?

Does your culture have access to string, ropes and twine?

Does your culture have access to leather, animal skins and/or furs, horse hair, feathers, scales, ivory, and other such materials? Could they perhaps have similar animal materials from fictional creatures? (E.g. dragon scale suits from the how to train your dragon series)

Does your culture have access to plastic?

Does your culture have access to materials most (if not all) human cultures do not have? How could you play around with this? What could these materials be used for? (E.g. an underwater society could use shark teeth as daggers, a society in space might trap stars in lanterns for lighting, etc. be creative!!!)

Food

Note- I have not included drinks here, but most of these questions will also apply to them.

What proteins/vegetables/fruit/grains/dairy does your culture eat, and how much do they have access to? What portions do they eat? (Note- this is directly affected by the availability of certain foods, not simply personal preference of those living in that area. What is your climate, and what animals and plants live and grow there?)

What flavours are enjoyed by your culture? (Note- salty cuisine may be indicative of having to keep food fresh for a long time, sugar may be inaccessible in certain areas, etc. consider why you have chosen what you have chosen.)

How is food stored? (Important! If they don’t have fridges, how do they keep their milk and eggs from going bad while transporting it? Is all their food fresh? Is it canned or non-perishable? What areas will have lower quality food, and why?)

if food travels a long while, it may be worse quality. Keep in mind where the food is coming from

What foods are easily accessible for all classes? What foods are not?

What foods are eaten by upper classes? What foods are eaten by lower class? How will each class view the foods eaten by the opposite class?

What foods are considered a treat? (Keep in mind; someone (potentially in a lower class) may consider a food that someone else eats often to be a treat.)

How do some cultures view other cultures cuisine?

Is your culture aware they need a balanced diet? Do they have one?

Where is food bought? From whom is it bought? (I.e. are there markets and salespeople? What do markets or shopping districts look like?)

How much do people eat? How many meals do they have? How big are those meals?

What would someone eat as a snack? What would they eat if they just needed a lot of energy and had barely any time/money/resources?

Do restaurants exist? Would the food in them be entirely authentic to your culture, or would they serve other cuisine? What would a restaurant look like? How many are there, and how often do people go to them?

Housing and architecture

What do houses look like? What are they made of? How are they made?

Are there homeless people? How are they treated by society? How are they treated by the government/monarchy/whatever your system of ruling is?

How are areas organised? (E.g. is there separation between more and less expensive neighbourhoods? Where are the shops, and such things?) (note- bad planning=bad quality of life, and more time to plan=better planning. Why is it organised the way it is? Is the planning amazing because one dude got free rein to make a city (like Canberra) or is it horrible because it was rushed?)

What rooms do houses often have? Do they have rooms at all? How many rooms do they have?

What does furniture look like? What is it made of? What types of furniture exist?

How are spaces decorated? Are they decorated at all? How does personal preference affect this? (Does your culture decorate with paintings, mosaics, tapestries, etc? Do they grow plants up the walls to fill empty space?)

If permanent structures are not a thing, what do the people in your culture use as shelter?

How are houses heated and/or cooled?

Plumbing. Does your culture have hot water? Does your culture have clean water? How? Do they use wells, or do they have pipes and aqueducts? Do they have to drink wine/ some other drink because it’s easier? Please don’t just assume they’ll have easy access to water.

PLUMBING. How do bathrooms work? Where does sewage go? (Do they have toilet paper?)

How are areas lit? Without electricity, lighting is a big issue. How much can the people in your culture see when the sun goes down?

If one does not own a home, can they rent one? Do apartment blocks exist? Do hotels and motels exist?

Transportation

Does tourism exist in your culture? How do locals feel about tourists? Why do tourists come?

Do people leave the place they live often? Will they know much (or anything) about other towns, cities, countries, etc?

How fast is each means of transportation? How far will they have to go? (How long will a letter take to send?)

For each means of transportation you must be able to answer: how common is it? How accessible is it? What is the overall view on it? When is it used, and when is it not?

How do vehicles move? (Do they have an engine? Are they pulled by an animal? Do they have oars? Are they steam-powered?)

What does each means of transportation look like? What are they made of? Where are they made?

What is required for the upkeep of each means of transportation?

How does the terrain affect travel?

Are there paths to walk or drive upon? What are they made of? How are they made? Do they require maintenance? Do they get maintenance?

How does the weather affect travel? (Especially water travel)

How is cargo protected from water damage?

Public transport! Do they have it? What is it? Where does it go, and what are its limitations? How many people can it take to a place? If someone never takes public transport anywhere, how will they act if they have to take it somewhere? How would someone who does take it act?

How are letters sent? Why is it done this way? How long does this take?

Weather and climate

What are the seasons? (You can make them up! You can have more than 4! You can be creative! Make a season where meteors are falling all day every day, if you want! Have fun with it!)

What is the weather during each season? (Does it snow? Do leaves fall from trees in autumn?)

Generally, what is the temperature during each season?

How humid is it?

How does the weather affect clothing?

What methods do people in your culture have to manage the weather or protect themselves from it? (E.g. covering oneself in mud to avoid sunburn and mosquitoes, hibernation, etc)

This isn’t all weather, but how often do natural disasters occur? Are there are many active volcanoes? Are tsunamis common? Do flash floods occur a lot?

What is peoples view on the weather in their area? (keep in mind that oftentimes people get very sick of the weather they are used to, and find other weather more interesting.)

Education

Who has access to an education, and who does not?

How much would an education cost?

What is learnt in schools? What does the curriculum focus on, and what does it miss out on? What subjects are there? Can it be harmful at all? (E.g. teach misinformation)

Do University and similar education options exist?

What would a school look like?

How strict are the rules in schools?

Who has access to literature, and is able to learn to read? Who is not?

Are there schools for children with disabilities? Are they good?

If someone cannot have an education, what will they do instead? What work can they do?

Who teaches children? Are they paid? How much?

When do children leave school? (I.e. at what age?)

Does homeschooling or other education options exist?

What emphasis is put on an education? If someone did not go to school, how would they be treated? Alternatively, if someone that people thought should not go to school (e.g. women, in some places and time periods) did, how would they be treated?

Language

Does sign language exist? How many people know it? If those in your culture do not have hands in the same way most humans will have, try to think of other ways they could sign! (I.e. flashes of colour like a chameleon or octopus)(Note; if you intend to have sign mentioned a lot in a story, it might be best to have an idea of what some signs may look like)

Does written language exist? Who learns it? Does illiteracy negatively impact a person?

Does spoken language exist?

Does telepathic communication exist? How does it work? (Keep in mind- thoughts are not always perfect, fully formed sentences. They may not even be words at all! How does this affect telepathic communication?)

Are there any other means of communication? (E.g. text to speech, body language, expressions) what are the limits of these, and how does that affect those that communicate using it?

What is the dominant means of communication? What is the dominant language? Is there a globally used language? What is it? Why is that one the globally used language?

Are there multiple languages? How do they interact? Are they similar?

Are there linguistic differences within a single language (I.e. Auslan having multiple signs for ‘eat’ depending on where you are)? (spoiler alert: there will and probably should be)

How are people with smaller vocabulary/more difficulty talking treated? Why do they have less linguistic ability?

With knowledge of your cultures beliefs and ideas, try to think of the symbolism that your culture might use. (E.g. If someone wrote a poem about how their lover is the dirt, would that mean their lover is unimportant and to be trodden over, or does it mean their lover is the home of growth and life, the thing that supports us all? What do things in your culture symbolise, and why?) Try to think of an object/place/plant/anything culturally important that someone could use to symbolise 1) their lover 2) the family members they love 3) someone they hate 4) a close friend

How is cursing treated? Is it commonplace?

And, just for fun; how would people insult each other? Come up with an insult in your culture! (My fictional world often uses ‘unnatural’ as an insult, as they worship nature)

Class and power

Who is ‘in charge’? (E.g. A monarch, a council of lords, a government, etc)

If the person (or people) in charge leave their position (they are overthrown, their presidency ends, they die, they step down, etc) who takes over? How is a new ruler chosen?

How does the person in power rule? What do they have control over, and what do they not?

What gives power? (Wealth, Magical ability, strength, etc) how would someone gain power? Can they gain power?

How is/are the person/people in power viewed by both lower and upper classes?

Is there a large class divide?

How do the lower classes view the upper classes, and vice versa?

What can someone in power do to lose or gain respect? Do they know this?

What is the currency? (It could be coins and metals, but it does not have to be.) Does everyone use the currency, or just upper class peoples? Is there a currency at all? If someone is not paid with money, how else are they paid? (Land or housing, perhaps?)

How much do upper class people know about lower classes lives, and vice versa? How does this affect relationships between the two? Does the ruler know what lower class lives are like?

Do servants, butlers, etc, exist? Who has them? Are they treated well? Do they live in the house they serve?

How are staff/employees treated? How good is their pay? How much time can they have off work?

What is the cost of living? Can many people afford it?

Law

I’m fairly sure this one is obvious, but: what are the laws?

Are there any things that are illegal that perhaps shouldn’t be? (E.g. being queer being illegal in some areas)

Are there any things that are legal that perhaps shouldn’t be? (E.g. my own fictional world having murder be legal as long as the victim is under 10 years old.)

What is the punishment for breaking the law?

How does age impact punishment?

What is the treatment towards the law and it’s enforcers?

Who enforces the law?

What is the view on vigilantes?

How can the law and its enforcers be unfair? (Is it less harsh on more wealthy people, is it likely to harm minorities, etc)

What is the trial process? Is there one?

Is there a death penalty?

And if there is no finite law: what rules are generally accepted, and what is the punishment for breaking them?

War and combat

are children taught how to fight from a young age? Why?

What weapons and armour are used? What are the restrictions surrounding them? How can they hurt/protect a person? What is the upkeep required for them?

How is a war started? Who calls for a war to happen?

How does war affect the world, and those in the warring countries?

How does war affect the economy and trading?

What combat styles are popular?

What is the view of war from the view of civilians, those fighting, and those in power?

How is the army or those who can fight organised? Do they have sufficient training?

Who fights in a war, and why? Are they or their family compensated? Is it for honour? Who doesn’t fight? Why?

Is your culture particularly prone to war? Why or why not?

How are refugees in or from your culture treated?

Prejudice

which groups are oppressed? What is the reason for it? What do the oppressors say the reason is?

Which groups are oppressors?

Are the oppressed groups in most of our modern cultures treated badly in your culture? (E.g. people of colour, queer people, disabled people, neurodivergent people, people who follow certain religions) are there any other oppressed groups? (E.g. people with magic)

How does prejudice affect oppressed groups? Are they hurt? Killed? What micro-aggressions are present?

How do oppressed groups fight back? Can they fight back?

How do oppressed groups try to blend in/ hide their minority identity? Can they do so?

Art

Who does art? Is it only those with the money to do it, or does everyone have access to it? And even if everyone can do art, who does and doesn’t?

What forms of art exist/are most popular? (Don’t be afraid to make something up! Fantasy types of art would be so cool)

What materials is art done with?

What type of art is most widespread? How does its popularity affect the culture? (E.g. in my fantasy culture, glassblowing and stained glass are very popular art forms, so I am sure to mention it more often than, say, pottery, and to be creative with what is made of glass)

Is art present even in everyday objects like paintings on the bowls you’d eat dinner on or detailed carvings in one’s bed frame, or is it very separate from non-art items? How can it’s prevalence help build the world or descriptions of said world?

Is art used for ceremonies or religious purposes? How?

How does your culture view art? Is it seen as important? Pointless? A fun little meaningless hobby?

What is art used to convey? (Can it protest bad ruling, share one’s life experiences, depict stories, worship (the) God(s)?)

Fashion and beauty

Do sumptuary laws exist? Why? What are they?

How is clothing washed? How often is it washed? Who washes it? Where does it dry?

Who makes clothing?

Are fabrics often dyed or painted? What colours are they dyed or painted in? What patterns are painted? What are they dyed with? (Note: this will often impact cost. If someone does not have much money, they may not have brightly dyed fabrics, depending on the accessibility of dye)

What styles of clothing are popular? What styles are more expensive, and why?

What fabrics are used? (Cotton, linen, wool, silk, velvet, etc) are there other fabrics or clothing materials you can imagine? (E.g. the spider silk clothing from Gregor the Overlander, or the dresses made of salt in ‘The Siren’)

How many items of clothing do people often have?

Do makeup and wigs exist? What are they made from? What styles are popular? Who wears them, and when, or for what? Are they gendered?

Does plastic surgery exist? And if your culture has no plastic, can a similar procedure be done with magic?

What are the beauty standards, and why are those considered beautiful? (E.g. being fat being the beauty standard in the past as it meant one had wealth) Are there prominent figures that affect this? (E.g. celebrities, popular artists work)

How do people treat immodesty and nudity? What parts of the body cannot be shown? Do these rules differ depending on who you are? (E.g. my fantasy world allows those with magic to show more skin, as that way you can see the physical manifestations of their magic easier)

How many layers of clothing are common, and what are those layers and their purposes? (This is affected often by temperature, or a desire for volume in clothing.)

What underwear is worn? (Optional)

What do shoes look like? What types of shoes are there? How many pairs would people own?

Is clothing and beauty gendered? (It doesn’t have to be!)

How does where someone lives affect their clothing? (E.g. a person living on a farm isn’t exactly going to wear ballgowns everywhere.)

What hairstyles are popular? Why? Who are they popular with?

What perfumes/colognes/scents are popular? Why? How are such scents made?

I don’t have another place to put hygiene questions, so they’re going here. How often do people in your culture bathe and brush their teeth? What do they bathe with? (I.e. do they have baths, and warm water to fill them? Or do they have to just towel themselves off every once in a while?) do they have soap? How would someone be treated if they did not bathe, or if they did not smell pleasant?

How is class shown in accessories or clothing?

Sex and Romance

Does marriage, or a similar legal, religious or romantic ceremony exist? What are the traditions surrounding it?

How would someone in your culture court/flirt with another?

What is considered romantic in your culture? (E.g. Is there a certain flower used to convey romantic love? Would a kiss on the cheek be seen as more romantic than a kiss on the lips? Would there be specific romantic pet-names for a partner?) Why is this considered romantic?

What importance or weight is placed upon marriage, romance, sex, having kids, etc, in your culture? Is it entirely unimportant and optional, or is it seen as absolutely vital for everyone? Why is this importance or lack thereof present? How would a greater or lesser importance impact the culture and those in it? (E.g. In my fictional world, romance is seen as entirely optional and even unimportant or unlikely, and so people can be extremely close, and even do traditionally romantic things without others thinking they are anything but friends.)

How are gay, aromantic and/or asexual and polyamorous people treated in your culture? Why?

Is sex taboo in your culture? Is it more taboo for certain people? (E.g. would it be more frowned upon for a woman to speak about sex than a man? Why?)

How is pornography, sex toys, kinks and fetishes, STD’s and STI’s, sexual pleasure/ desire, and sexual discussions treated in your culture? Why are they treated this way?

Leisure

Note- it is easy, when writing fantasy, to forget that people have downtime. But in reality, people do stupid, weird things when they’re bored. People play games and goof around. Don’t forget this, as it really helps flesh out a world!

what sports exist in your culture? What is the ‘culture’ surrounding these sports? Do people get competitive over teams they like? Who plays the sport? Are there professional sports players, and if so, how do they get that status? How do people watch sports, and learn the rules?

If a child is bored with nothing to do, where will they go? Is there a library around? Is there a playground, or a relatively empty street they can kick a ball around? And the same sort of questions for all ages. Where do adults go when they’re bored? (Bars? Restaurants? Friends houses?) what about teenagers? Young adults?

What other games are there? Try to come up with at least three. 1) a game you can play without any materials, and in any place (something like rock-paper-scissors or eye-spy, but ✨fantasy version✨) 2) something you’d need the fantasy equivalent of a pack of cards and a minute or so of rules explaining. (Like Uno or blackjack, or some board games) 3) something more in-depth that takes a few hours or so. (Like DND, magic the gathering, monopoly, perhaps, etc etc)

What other hobbies can people take up? Do the people in your culture know how to sew? Are they super into taxidermy? What are very common hobbies (like watching TV or reading) and what are the less or not-at-all common ones? (Like spending 7 hours writing this godforsaken list because it’s extremely fun) How are these hobbies viewed by people who don’t do it?

And if those in your culture don’t have hours of downtime, think about what parts of their day they might use as rest. Perhaps if a woman is forced to sew and clean all day, she’ll do it with other women so she can gossip and talk to them. No one can work all day every day without any sort of rest or fun.

Performances! Does your culture have operas? Dances that tell stories? Comedic performances? Do the performers travel, or do they stay in one place, like at a theatre? Do these performances cost money? Who will have watched one? Who watches them frequently? Who doesn’t have the time/money for them?

Do drugs and alcohol exist? What is the culture surrounding them? (Do people do them just for fun, in social situations, etc?) are there addicts, and how are they treated? What do drugs and alcohol do to the people in your culture? And if not drugs and alcohol, are there other substances one can use in place of them?

A few questions that fit nowhere else:

Do people have pets? What pets do they have? Do the pets serve a purpose (like wolves and cats to hunt, dogs to pull a sled, goats for milk etc?)? What is the general treatment towards pets?

Who takes care of very young children (below school age)? Is it a parent or an outside carer (Like a daycare)?

Are there other holidays or special days unrelated to religion? Are birthdays celebrated? New years? How are they celebrated?

Feel free to add more!!!

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mono-dot-jpeg · 2 days ago

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a/n; am i back in my hsr fic era or do i just miss platonic fics with my faves?

[platonic] [gender neutral] [child! reader] [ooc sunday?]

when sunday first met you, it was dismissive. not in a rude way. but in the way that would leave you a little confused. he wasn't being mean. he was actually pretty nice. well, more civil than nice.

the first few weeks of staying on the express and meeting you, the resident child of the express, it left him a little hesitant to get to know you.

he wasn't scared of you necessarily. he was scared of how much he saw robin in you.

young, bright, lovely. sure, most of that came with being a kid, but he couldn't help himself. even if he said goodbye to her, it didn't mean his thoughts about his sister would just disappear. that was his family.

there wasn't a day that went by where he wondered about what could've been.

and now he's here. with a sweet kid to look over.

you were persistent, that much he knows.

he watches when you beg for dan heng to let you stay in his room so he reads you a story for bedtime. how you tug and drag the trailblazer's coat in hopes of having a fun bath time in their new bathroom in the party car area. when you try to ask march to let you take a photo in any new environment when the express stops.

you look up at sunday with an impossibly bright grin. a child robin flashes in his eyes before blinking again and seeing you.

you sit by a couch that he stood next to as you ramble on and on about your little found family on the express. you talk about how cool it is to have him around and his wings flutter as he was flustered. children had an honesty to them. an unfiltered honesty that could either be really good or really bad.

and it seems like you were on the good side of things, having learning from himeko and welt about being honest in the right way. though you were still learning to grasp some human nature.

sunday can relate to that in a way. he felt like he was relearning to look at everything differently. he was seeing the galaxy anew and you were as well.

you take a soft cushioned seat next to him with your clockie plush in hand. "do you know how long you're staying, mr. sunday?"

he chuckles at your honorifics towards him and your little clockie plush, "you don't need to call me mister. i think i'm too young for that..." his wing flutters as he speaks, smoothly dodging your question. "you can call me sunday."

"hm.. well, you didn't answer my question, mr. sunday!" he lets out a gentle huff of amusement at your insistence.

"i'm not really sure, little one. why do you wonder?"

"because i think you'd be a really cool big brother to have around!"

he freezes at your words before softening, "i don't know if i'm a very good brother to have.." he said, his voice feather soft and laced with an underlying regret.

"is it because of miss robin?" you look up at him and he see robin again before glancing away.

"something like that, yes." and the conversation halts for a moment as you look out at the window, the galaxy of stars decorate the cold black space before you look at sunday again. his smile is wistful but accepting.

"if i can't call you mr. sunday.." you started. "then, can i call you big brother?"

he pauses, his wings ruffle and lower at your words. but he answers, "maybe not today, but someday."

and instead of seeing robin's bright smile, he sees your own. he's sure that you and robin got along very well in the limited time you've met each other.

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail #sunday hsr #sunday #hsr x reader #hsr sunday #sunday x reader #sunday honkai star rail #hsr sunday x reader #honkai star rail sunday x reader

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aninipanin1 · 3 days ago

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omg omg lavinho and adult manager reader where theyve previously met at a club/party outside of blue lock where lavinho tried to hit on one of reader's friends lol

IT'S YOU!

Notes: Ya'll are cooking with the ideas lmaoooo, (F/n) stands for friend name.

"C'mon, Y/n! You'll be back in that prison/asylum in like two days! Live a little and have fun!" (F/n) cheered, hands attached to her wrist as she dragged you inside the establishment she had been raving about to you, both in texts and conversations.

Garbed in a (f/c) sequined cocktail dress and a two-inch pair of heels, you can say you dressed up pretty well tonight. Although, you wish that you were on your bed instead under the flashing lights and banging music of the bar.

Your job in the Blue Lock facility was nothing less than stressful, and since everyone, including you, was given a 2 week break after Blue Lock's win against the U-20 National players, you wasted no time in spending the days just catching up on your naps and tv shows.

If you weren't doing normal household chores or watching on your phone, you were dozing off to sleep. But whatever you did in the past week and a half was inside the premises of your house only.

That is why you were here now. Dragged by your friend who insisted that there were other ways to destress than just sleeping like a sloth or watch anime.

"Ugh, a drink is the farthest thing in my mind right now, (F/n). I want to nap when I still have the chance to. You know how busy I get in the Blue Lock facility. I legit, sleep at like 4 AM only to wake up at 6 AM at times."

She sighed before patting your back and running her hand up and down your arm.

"I know. But, you need a bit of socialization. C'mon!"

(F/n) cheered, giving you a glass of whatever drink she ordered for the both of you as she chugged 3 glasses straight, which impressed you. She has always been quite outgoing and friendly, a little opposite to your quiet and almost shy nature. So, you always found yourself dragged by her in things you normally would be too shy to do.

And that included dancing in the middle of the damn dancefloor in which she was doing now, and even dragging you with her.

"Woah, woah, woah! Hey! You know I don't dance, especially not infront of-" you protested, but she only laughed and held your arms, dancing with you, her platform heels clacking against the tiled floor.

"Loosen up, girl! No one is watching you anyways, theyre all having too much of a good time to notice!"

And there she went again, moving her hips and arms to the music as you just smiled at her. Even if you didn't feel that comfortable with some of her shenanigans, you know she always means well. And besides, she makes the shameless in you jump out of the curtains at times.

You wished those moments came now, but the crowdedness and strong smell of alcohol from the many people made you quite restricted and stuck, so you just stood there, moving your feet a bit, but not dancing too hard. You stayed there mainly because you wanted to make sure that (F/n) was safe and won't get hurt or taken advantage of any ill-willed people in the crowded space.

Were you too protective of her at times? Yes, but you cared about (F/n), and wished that no peril will ever come her way, so you always make sure you were there in times where her immature and guillable nature strikes.

You both were on that dance floor for who knows how long. Songs came and went, and (F/n) was still jamming to whatever Western pop song was playing, and the crowd wasn't thinning either. In fact, it felt more cramped than before, and you were starting to feel a little sick due to how crowded it was.

The heavy smell of alcohol did not help either, as the assorment of the heavy drinks the people on the dancefloor drank mixed within the air. Not finding the strength to tolerate it anymore, you softly tapped your friend's shoulder.

She turned to you, cheeks a bit flushed now due to who knows how many drinks she had. But, you knew she wasn't a lightweight and only had a few drinks, meaning her cognitive is still probably in tact.

"I'm just going to sit in one of the lounges! I'm feeling a bit dizzy. Dance in where I can see you, I don't want us to be separated!"

It was kind of annoying that you had to shout over the music, but you pulled through and she nodded her head before returning her attention to the next song that popped up, especially since you know its a favourite of hers.

"Are you sure you'll be fine, alone? I can join you." She managed to ask before you leave.

"Yeah, I'll be okay. Continue having fun! I don't wanna ruin the night for you!" You gave her a reassuring smile that at first, she did not seem to buy, but after a few looks, she returned to dancing and jamming to the song again as you found yourself walking out of the crowded space into one of the lounges where you see a few people also hanging out on, drinking or busy on their phones.

Sitting on an empty spot with a not-too heavy drink in hand, you always made sure to peek through the dancing crowd to make sure (F/n) didn't wander off or get too out of hand (she can become a bit crazy when drunk), but a message from your mother caught your attention for a few minutes.

By the time you said your goodbye to your mother in the messaging app, you didn't see your friend anymore, which made you blink in a bit of a panic. Mainly because you were worried for her and also, a bit anxious about being alone in the said bar.

After all, you can definitely feel stares boring to your figure, a lot of them from men, of course, and you legit don't know how you will get out in a situation where one of them tries to approach and flirt with you.

Geez, you really need to learn how to reject people you don't want around you, especially guys in these situations.

Craining your neck up, you tried to find where the hell (F/n) went. After a few minutes of copying a giraffe, extending your neck and body posture higher to look, you found your eyes looking at the bar where she was.

She probably got tired from the dancing and ordered a drink to refresh, but she wasn't alone. She was talking to a guy who was quite tall, even if he was sitting down. He had tanned skin, a few tattos across his arms, his blonde hair in some type of mullet, and he looked to be the same age range as you and (F/n).

He seemed almost familiar. His face, his build, his many features...it felt like deja vu, really. You felt like you've seen him somewhere, somehow before. You tried to remind yourself where, but it just won't come up to mind. Like the answer was under a blanket, sillhouette shown to give a clue, yet what's under still a mystery and the only way to know is to look under the fabric.

But you just shrugged it off, chalking it up to be just some sort of resemblance to someone you saw before. By just the look in (F/n)'s eyes, you can tell that they seem to be hitting it off pretty well. (F/n) had that slanted, dreamy eyes as she listened to whatever the blonde was saying. And the man looked more than happy to talk to her. Well, hopefully it was genuine? Besides, he wouldn't approach her if he wasn't interested in her, right?

You didn't really want to interrupt them. Sure, you were protective, but you were also more than supportive of your friends, and you knew that even if she was clumsy, (F/n) was an adult who can handle herself well. And besides, what if there was indeed a romance brewing between them? You didn't want to intrude or destroy what was slowly forming.

Opening your phone, you opted to send her a small message.

'Hey, (F/n)! Just wanted to tell you that I'll be heading home. Don't wanna interrupt you and your possible Mister Right. Enjoy your time with him, but don't be too trusting and remember to put your guard up when you feel in danger, okay? Stay safe, love yaaa.'

You gave the two one last look and see her laughing at whatever the guy was saying. You rolled your eyes yet a fond smile on your face, knowing that the guy will probably be one of her newest fixations that month that she won't shut up about.

"And! AND! He was just so good with his words! Like, I know he's not Japanese, can't even speak our language. But when he speaks English, oh god! It's too attractive. Oh my god, I am so glad I paid attention to English class!"

You let out a laugh at her squeals, although being mindful not to let out a loud one. You were, after all, in the bus headed to the Blue Lock facility to finally start your job again.

Just as you predicted, (F/n) as absolutely taken by whoever that blonde guy was. As she usually does, she likes people quite easily, either romantic or platonic as long as they fit the so-called 'vibe' for her.

Turns out, the guy was actually Brazillian and lives in Spain, but he was just here in Japan for some sort of 'work,' that he had.

"I remember asking him about what he do and he answered, but geez...the hangover took over my brain more than his answer. I feel so disappointed! I didn't even get to ask him for his number!!"

"Well, that sucks. But, hey, if it's meant to be, then it's meant to be, right? I'm sure fate will make you two meet again, one way or another."

Oh, if only you knew how you were both so right yet so wrong at that moment.

"I got it, Ego-san! Have a nice day!"

You smiled before exiting Ego's office, stacks of paper in hand. It was all full of information about each stratum's players. Such as health concerns and history for the clinic, stats for the editors to edit on the episodes of Blue Lock TV, hell, even some preferences they might like for you to cater to them! (You didn't have to do that, but you still did since you are a people pleaser, shush)

Looking down at the newer schedules around the place, you knew you had to make a new timetable for yourself and the players to allow the Neo-Egoist League matches to shine and be given time in certain days while still taking to account the usual things done around the facility.

Too focused on brainstorming ideas, you did not see someone walking past you in time and accidentally nidged your shoulders against theirs. The papers fell to the ground due to the pack of support, the flicking noises of the material panicking you a bit since there were so many of them, and now they're all scattered on the floor.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking!"

"Está bien, yo también lo siento, bonita." The man let out an amused yet deep chuckle.

Blinking at the unfamilliar language, you suddenly remembered the earpiece Anri gave you, given by the Mikage Corps to help with the language barrier between the foreign players and the Japanese ones.

Taking them from your pocket before putting them on in your ear, you finally turned your head to face the person you bumped into, and the familiarity of him couldn't make you stop the visceral reaction to speak.

"It's you...from the bar!"

You gasped before covering your mouth, now feeling a huge wave of embarrassment. The blonde hair, the tanned skin with tattoos, the grin, it was familiar. That was why he seemed so familiar.

The man your friend was with that night was Lavinho, the so-called 'Dancer' due to his creative dribbling on the field, like he was dancing, with the ball as his dancing prop.

You felt so stupid. Why did you not recognise him so easily when you have watched some of his games online before? Meanwhile, Lavinho seemed confused by what your outburst meant.

"Oh uh, sorry...I just...I saw you in a bar, like 2 days ago..."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, you were talking to my friend..."

"Oh, her? (F/n), right? Yeah, I remember her. Heh, she was really pretty. But, I didn't know she had a fine friend as well." He said, a mischievous grin on his face as he helped you pick up the paperworks on the ground.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, eyes slanted in suspicion.

'This guy...I'm glad (F/n) didn't get his number, he seems like a loose guy.'

"Thank you...? Um, thank you for helping me."

"No problem. Glad to help a beautiful woman."

'Yeah, okay...he is THAT type of guy.'

You gave a smile, one that is not so genuine yet you did not want to be rude to him, since he was visitor from a foreign country and who knows if there was a camera in the halls watching you both.

"How else may I help you, Lavinho-san?"

"Oh, maybe you can help me with this!"

He turned a bit more serious as he showed whatever training schedule the Blue Lockers themselves created for themselves (since Lavinho was a master who preferred the players make it since they know their own strength and individuality), reading the tables and messy handwriting of what the players thought they wanted or needed in their training, you just nodded at some of them.

"Hmm, these are really good! I'll recommend some things though to make it better."

You were recommending different suggestions, pointing things out with a softer and kinder tone, and entertaining any ideas or questions from him. Smiling wider as more questions pass, enjoying the challenge and widening your knowledge on the sports.

Meanwhile, Lavinho found himself enjoying his time with you. Throwing ideas back and forth, hell, he was even a little bit closer to your body now, wanting to make sure he heard you better. His movement towards your figure unintentional, like a magnetic force was dragging him to you.

But why? He didn't know. All he knew was that you were an interesting person to talk to, especially when it came to the sport he was very passionate about.

'She's not just fine, but smart and individualistic too, huh?'

ADDITIONAL TIME!

Otoya: Which type do you want-

Lavinho: Preferably a woman who is (height), has (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes, likes (color), is smart, responsible, beautiful, and is a manager of the Blue Lock Facility.

Hayate: That's just Y/n-san.

Lavinho: Exactly.

Bachira: *Already prepared to pounce*

Otoya: I meant what type of workout we should do today, old man.

This was longer than it should be lol

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

#blue lock x reader #bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #aninipanin1 #blue lock x manager!reader #bllk lavinho #lavinho x reader #blue lock fanfiction #bllk barcha #the plot feels like a drama troupe #feel so bad for (F/n)#but the show must go on

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kaleidoscopecth · 2 days ago

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A Flower Bud In Concrete

MDNI

pairing: ashton irwin x hemmings!reader

summary: a surprising reaction to a negative pregnancy test has you and ashton discovering some new kinks

warnings: absolute filth be warned, heavy breeding kink, dirty talk, slight oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cum play, fingering, hair pulling, choking, mentions of COVID-19

word count: 5.9k

a/n: LAWD it’s about damn fucking time i write for ashton. the things i would let him do to me YOU DONT GET IT. anyway this is absolutely the filthiest thing i have ever written and i love it, huge thank you to a special someone for helping me out w this, your filthy brain never ceases to amaze me. anyways, hope you guys enjoy some filthy quarantine (post?) smut with black haired ashton because i loved writing it

also, this was inspired by @souperbloom and their AMAZING ashton blurb “island time” which you NEED to read.

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The word messy didn’t even begin to describe your life. It was almost comical, the way everything had derailed so quickly—like the universe had yanked the rug out from under you, leaving you to scramble in the aftermath.

Your mind spun as you sat in your car, staring at the unopened test on the passenger seat. The small box seemed to glare back at you, taunting you with the weight of fear it carried. Just looking at it made your stomach churn, flashes of a future you didn’t dare let yourself imagine creeping into your thoughts. You shoved them away just as quickly, refusing to let yourself hope for something that felt so far out of reach.

Your phone sat untouched on your lap, the weight of it somehow heavier than it should have been. You hadn’t even pulled out of the driveway yet, but the thought of what you were about to do made you want to retreat into the safety of your car forever. With shaky hands, you picked it up, your fingers hovering over the screen before you numbly dialed the number you dreaded.

Ashton, of course, didn’t take long to answer. He picked up on the second ring, his voice bright and cheerful as always. “Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, the smile in his tone almost palpable. “Didn’t think I’d hear from you today. You coming over? ‘Cause if so, I should probably clean—”

“You don’t have to clean up anything,” you interrupted, your voice sharper than you intended as you bit down on your bottom lip. You stared at your lap, the words you needed to say catching in your throat. Finally, you forced them out. “I have a test… I’m late. And, uh, I figured I should be with you when I figure out why.”

The other end of the line went silent, the lack of response from Ashton tightening the knot of stress already coiled in your chest. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, waiting, the quiet stretching unbearably.

“Does Luke know?” he asked at last, clearing his throat as if trying to sound casual.

You shut your eyes, frustration flaring at the mention of your little brother. “Why the hell would he know if he has no idea about us?”

“Right, right,” Ashton groaned, his tone sheepish. There was a pause before he continued, softer now. “Okay, well… I’ll see you soon, alright? You’ll take the test, and we’ll figure it out from there. Just like we always do.”

His voice was so kind, so gentle and reassuring that you could almost cry. “Okay,” you agreed, your voice barely above a whisper as you let out the breath you had been holding.

“Don’t sweat it, babe,” he reassured, the nickname falling off his lips without any hesitation. It sounded almost natural, and it definitely made your stomach tighten. “Everything will be fine.”

You frowned, looking out your window and taking in the relatively sunny day. “Yeah, I guess so,” you mumbled. “I’ll see you in a bit, okay?”

Ashton shifted in the other line. “Drive safe.”

The call hung up with a soft click after that, leaving you once again in anxious silence. You threw your head back against the seat, letting out a long, defeated sigh as your hands came up to grip the wheel.

You first met Ashton when he was just a scrawny kid with hair that swooped over his eyes—your little brother’s annoying friend. Despite being only a year older than him, his friendship with Luke made him feel much younger in your eyes.

When your acting career started taking off, you didn’t give Ashton—or anyone else from those days—much thought. At least, not until their cute little YouTube covers got discovered and their band skyrocketed to fame. Thanks to your close relationship with Luke, you began seeing more of his bandmates.

Ashton always lingered a little closer than the others, his nervous energy unmistakable. The rest of the boys treated you like their older sister—occasionally annoying, but familiar and comfortable. It was obvious Ashton’s feelings were different, but you never dwelled on it.

Not when you met Daniel. He was everything you thought you wanted—kind, charming, and effortlessly sweet. You’d been hesitant at first, unsure if your feelings would match his, but he quickly swept you off your feet.

For nearly five years, the two of you were happy together. Everyone in your life adored him—even Jack, who could be overbearing at times, warmed to him easily.

He was everything to you, his smile brighter than the sun itself. Daniel had shown you a new side of life, filling it with warmth and the promise of forever. But promises are fragile things, and eventually, he broke his—leaving you shattered and alone to gather the pieces of your broken heart.

As if that wasn’t enough, the world began to crumble around you. Whispers of a new illness dominated every conversation, and soon enough, isolation became your reality. Alone in your home, with no one for company but your own thoughts, you struggled to hold on. Work had slowed to a crawl, and seeing friends was too risky.

Ashton had always been the kind of person who would give you the shirt off his back without hesitation. His compassion extended to everyone in his orbit, always checking in to make sure they were okay. So when your phone lit up with his call, something inside you broke.

You poured your heart out, tears spilling as he listened to every word of your pain. He let you cry, soothing you with soft words and a patient ear. You felt terrible about it—he’d only been calling to check in out of kindness, not to become a makeshift therapist.

You apologized over and over, feeling guilty for taking up his time, insisting that what you really needed was professional help. But Ashton wouldn’t hear of it. He reassured you, his voice firm yet gentle, that it was no trouble at all. “I’m happy to listen,” he said. And you believed him.

That’s how it started—a strange kind of pen-pal relationship born out of quarantine. It became rare for you not to be on the phone with Ashton. What began as conversations about Daniel and your heartbreak gradually turned into something lighter. You talked about life, movies you’d seen, and the places you’d go when the world opened up again.

One night, during one of your usual calls, Ashton said something that made your breath hitch. His voice, normally so confident, was uncharacteristically shy.

“Yeah, so… basically,” he started, hesitating for a moment. “I only called you. At first, anyway. I was bored out of my mind, sitting in the house with nothing to do. And—I don’t know—I just found myself dialing your number. I’m glad I did.”

That confession had shifted something inside you. Ashton—who had always just been Ashton—suddenly became something else entirely. You started noticing the little things: the way his cheeks dimpled when he smiled, how a stray black curl would occasionally fall over his face, or the intense focus in his eyes when he drummed.

When restrictions eased, your friendship transitioned from FaceTime calls to in-person hangouts. Being around Ashton felt surprisingly effortless. He had a way of calming your nerves with a joke or a warm smile, and sometimes, you couldn’t help but notice how his touch lingered just a little longer than necessary.

One night, the two of you got carried away, talking late into the night.

“Shit,” you groaned, glancing at the time on your phone. “It’s so late.”

Ashton just smiled, shifting closer to you on the sofa. His eyes were red from the blunt you’d shared earlier, but they still sparkled with that familiar brightness. “So stay,” he said casually. “I don’t see why you should go.”

The thought of returning to your lonely house made your stomach sink. Staying with Ashton, basking in the warmth of his company, felt like the only right choice. But one thing was clear: if you stayed, if your eyes kept flicking to his lips, you would do something you might regret.

And you told him that.

Maybe it was the weed loosening your tongue, or maybe it was the way Ashton looked so unfairly good in his old muscle tee and shorts, but the words spilled out before you could stop them.

To your surprise, Ashton’s lips curved into a slow, teasing smirk. “What if I want you to?” he murmured, leaning impossibly closer. His hand lifted to your face, his fingers lightly tracing along your jaw and down your neck. His eyes never left yours, their intensity making your heart race.

So you gave into your innermost desires and kissed him. And he kissed you back.

The next thing you knew, you were a tangle of limbs on the carpet, the crackling fire casting shadows of your moving bodies across the room as muffled moans filled the space.

That’s how it started—how your unconventional relationship began. You’d made it clear from the beginning that you wanted to take things slow, unsure if moving on from Daniel so soon was the right decision. You and Ashton agreed to keep things casual for now, just hooking up and seeing where it led.

Another mutual decision was to keep your arrangement private—especially from Luke. Your little brother had always been harmless, and you weren’t worried he’d be angry about your relationship with Ashton. But you didn’t want to get his hopes up either. Luke would’ve been over the moon if he found out his best friend and his sister were together, so until you both were certain about where this was headed, Luke would remain in the dark.

For a few months, it worked seamlessly. Life had started to regain a semblance of normalcy as the year drew to a close. That was until your period decided to throw you a curveball.

The drive to Ashton’s place was filled with anxious thoughts and worst-case scenarios playing on a loop in your mind. By the time you pulled up to his house, your hands were clammy from gripping the steering wheel, and the box of pregnancy tests in your lap felt heavier than it should.

You rang the doorbell, clutching the box tightly as if it were a lifeline. Ashton took a few seconds to answer, but when he opened the door, his warm smile melted a fraction of your fear.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he greeted, pulling you in by the waist and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. His easy affection steadied you, if only for a moment.

“Hey, Ash,” you murmured, your voice barely audible against his lips. Pulling back slightly, you met his gaze, searching for any sign of unease or irritation. All you found was concern and affection in his hazel eyes.

Ashton frowned, his hand coming up to cradle your face. His thumb brushed gently across your cheekbone, and he gave you that signature reassuring smile. “Go take the test. Whatever it says, we’ll figure it out together.”

You let out a shaky breath, leaning forward to rest your head against his chest. For a moment, you allowed yourself to stay there, wrapped in the safety of his arms, wishing you could freeze time and keep the weight of reality at bay.

But you couldn’t hide forever. Reluctantly, you pulled back, giving him a weak, trembling smile. “I’ll see you on the other side.”

“I’ll see you on the other side, Y/N,” Ashton replied with a small nod, his voice steady as he let you go.

With your heart pounding, you walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. You avoided your reflection in the mirror, unwilling to face the physical manifestation of your nerves.

Hands shaking, you unwrapped the first test and let out a deep, uneven sigh. The whole thing felt absurdly humiliating—peeing on a stick to determine the course of your future. In another situation, you might have laughed at the ridiculousness of it all.

But this wasn’t that kind of moment.

You capped the test and placed it on the sink, refusing to look at it as the seconds ticked by and the result formed. There was no use in dwelling on it, or stalling the results, so with a deep breath, you reached out and shakily grabbed the test.

Not pregnant.

The words were blunt and stark, staring back at you with an unrelenting certainty. Yet, a sudden surge of denial hit you. That couldn’t be possible, could it?

You had expected relief to come with those two words, but it didn’t. Instead, tears pricked at your eyes, and you slumped onto the closed toilet seat, unable to tear your gaze away from the test in your trembling hand.

How insane did you have to be to feel sad over a negative pregnancy test? The thought rattled in your mind as a quiet sob escaped your lips.

You had always wanted kids—or at least one. The idea of becoming a mother had been a dream you carried for as long as you could remember. It was a dream that had, in part, torn your relationship with Daniel to shreds. He had made it abundantly clear he didn’t want kids, especially not when you and he had faced a similar predicament.

But you did. You wanted one with everything in you.

Your chest tightened as you shut your eyes tightly, trying to push away the ache clawing at your heart. Maybe it was for the best, you told yourself. After all, you and Ashton hadn’t even defined the status of your relationship. You hadn’t dared to dream of having that kind of conversation, let alone one about kids.

Still, the weight of disappointment was unbearable as you wiped your face and mustered the strength to walk out of the bathroom. Ashton was standing a few feet away, leaning against the wall, nervously biting his nails.

His gaze snapped to you the moment you appeared, his body straightening as he pushed off the wall. He looked tense, his brows slightly furrowed, his hands fidgeting.

“Well?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly with the anxiety he was trying to mask.

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to keep any trace of emotion out of your voice. “I’m not pregnant,” you said evenly, squaring your shoulders as you met his eyes.

For a moment, Ashton’s expression softened, something flickering across his face that you couldn’t quite place. But then, to your utter surprise, you caught a glimpse of disappointment.

Your eyebrows shot up in shock as you instinctively crossed your arms over your chest, your protective wall snapping into place.

“Let’s have a kid,” Ashton breathed, the words tumbling out as if he hadn’t thought twice. His eyes locked onto yours, wide and earnest, his tone full of sincerity.

You drew in a sharp breath, blinking rapidly, your mind struggling to process what he’d just said. There was no way he could possibly mean it.

“Ashton,” you said incredulously, your tone laced with disbelief, “we just lost our shit thinking I might be pregnant. And besides”—your voice rose slightly as your confusion gave way to frustration—“we’re not even together. Not really.”

Ashton shook his head, closing the distance between you in a few determined strides. His hands cupped your face, his breath warm and slightly uneven. “We are now,” he murmured, an excited gleam lighting up his hazel eyes. “So let’s have a kid. You and me.”

For a moment, you were frozen, staring at him in stunned disbelief. This had to be some kind of sick joke. Who in their right mind would randomly decide to have a baby on a whim—especially with someone they were just casually hooking up with?

But then again, there had never been anything truly casual about you and Ashton. Not the way his touch lingered, how his kisses felt like promises, or how his presence made everything seem softer, lighter, easier. It had always been more than either of you admitted aloud.

His gaze stayed locked on yours, wide and earnest, as if begging you to say yes.

“You were freaking out,” you whispered, though the fight had already left your voice. Deep down, you were searching for any sign that Ashton might back out of this sudden decision, that he might have second thoughts.

Instead, he just shrugged, his lips curving into a soft, hopeful smile. “I was,” he admitted. “But then I started thinking—I love you, Y/N. I always have, and I always will. And even though this isn’t the most conventional way, I’d love to make something real with you. And that something?” His voice dropped, full of quiet conviction. “It definitely involves a baby.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your brows furrowing as you tried to process his words. Who in their right mind would agree to this?

Apparently, that someone was you.

“Okay,” you said, your voice soft but steady, a spark of excitement rising to the surface and chasing away your fear. “Let’s have a baby.”

Ashton’s face lit up with pure, unfiltered joy. He let out a triumphant whoop, his hands moving to your waist as he lifted you effortlessly, spinning you in the air. Laughter bubbled out of you, breathless and giddy, as the weight of uncertainty slipped away, replaced by something far more exhilarating.

“I love you too,” you mumbled breathlessly as Ashton set you down gently. You were still giddy, your mind flashing with images of your possible new future. Your hands came up to Ashton’s shoulders, watching him.

His hands lingered at your waist for a second, his eyes softening even more. His smile was radiant, lighting up the room, and he looked almost boyish. Your heart swelled in your chest as you looked at him.

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” you breathed, nervous laughter bubbling up inside you. “We’re really going to do this?”

Ashton laughed, leaning his forehead against yours. “We’re doing this,” he confirmed, his voice sure and steady. He brought his hand up to cup your face, his thumb briefly brushing over your bottom lip. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

A faint blush krept up your cheeks, the words lighting a fire inside you that was almost surprising in its intensity. You should have been scared, after all, your life was going to forever be altered, but it was exhilarating.

”What now?” you asked softly, your fingers absentmindedly brushing through Ashton's hair. The jet-black color suited him far more than you wanted to admit, and the sight of him like this-confident, certain, and utterly yours-sent a thrill down your spine. “Where do we even start?”

Ashton's eyes darkened, his lips curving into a devilish smirk as his gaze locked with yours. “We start by making that baby, of course,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. The playful elation in his tone had shifted, replaced by something deeper, more primal.

The heat in his voice sent a shiver racing through you, and you swallowed hard, excitement and nerves dancing in your chest.

Ashton didn't wait for you to respond. Instead, he closed the distance between you in a heartbeat, capturing your lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

It was demanding and all-consuming, leaving no room for second-guessing. His arms tightened around your waist, holding you flush against him as his lips moved against yours with practiced skill. You melted into his touch, your hands threading into his hair, tugging just enough to elicit a low groan from him.

Ashton coaxed your lips open with teasing nips and soft bites, his tongue sweeping over yours, tasting you like he couldn't get enough. A muffled moan escaped you as you felt him lift you effortlessly, his grip firm but careful as he carried you through the room.

The world tilted slightly, and before you could process where he was taking you, your back met the cool surface of the kitchen counter. You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, smirking as your eyes met his. “The kitchen, Ash? Can't even wait until the bedroom?”

“Too far,” he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with need. “Need you now.”

Before you could respond, you heard the unmistakable sound of fabric tearing. Your jaw dropped as you looked down to see your shirt now hanging in shreds, the pieces slipping from your shoulders. “Ashton!” you gasped, half-laughing, half-scolding. “You ripped my shirt!”

He pulled back briefly, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. “It was mine first,” he said nonchalantly, his mouth returning to your neck to leave a trail of kisses. “You can steal another one later.”

You couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of you, though it quickly turned into a sharp gasp when his lips found that sensitive spot just below your ear, making your breath hitch. His hands roamed your body freely, sliding up your back to unclasp your bra with practiced ease.

When his calloused hands cupped your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze, a soft groan escaped your lips. Ashton took it as encouragement, his fingers teasing your nipple. His mouth followed soon after, trailing hot kisses down your chest before capturing your nipple between his lips.

Your head fell back as he gently nipped at it with his teeth, a moan spilling from you.

Meanwhile, his other hand began its slow descent down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your shorts. “God, you're gonna look so pretty, all full of my cum,” he growled against your skin, tugging the fabric of your shorts down your legs.

Ashton's mouth continued its heated journey down your body, every inch of you humming with anticipation. The thought of him finishing inside you sent a thrill through you that you couldn't deny, and as he kissed along your stomach, pausing at your hip bone, you couldn't tear your eyes away from him.

When he looked up, his hazel eyes were dark and glassy with lust. His teeth caught the edge of your underwear, and you let out a soft gasp as he began to pull them down, agonizingly slow.

Ashton let your underwear fall to the floor, his hands gentle as he spread your thighs apart. His lips parted slightly as he took in the sight of you, laid out on the kitchen counter, wet and glistening just for him. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, quickly yanking off his sweater and tossing it somewhere in the room without a second thought.

His hands slid up your thighs with deliberate slowness, his touch sending shivers through your body. He traced a single finger along your folds, biting his lip as he collected your arousal. “You're so pretty for me,” he murmured, voice husky. “Such a pretty pussy.”

When his finger slipped inside you, a sharp gasp escaped your lips, and your back arched off the counter instinctively. Heat flooded through you as he added a second finger, curling them just right, finding that spot inside you with practiced precision. A loud moan spilled from your throat, your body trembling under his touch.

His lips found your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin, marking you without hesitation. “Since we're telling everyone we're together now,” he murmured between kisses, his breath hot against your skin, “I'm gonna make sure they know. You're mine.”

“I'm yours,” you whimpered, your voice breathless and needy as his fingers sped up, your legs shaking with the intensity of it all. If he kept this up, you wouldn't last much longer.

Ashton hummed in satisfaction, his lips curving into a smile against your neck.“That's right, baby. You're mine. Gonna fill you up to the brim, put a baby inside you. Isn't that right, pretty?”

You nodded frantically, tugging at his hair for something to ground yourself. His words only spurred you on, the heat in your core building to a fever pitch. But just as you were about to tip over the edge, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty and desperate.

A frustrated whine escaped your lips as you propped yourself up on your elbows, ready to protest. But your words died in your throat when you saw Ashton hastily kicking off his jeans.

When he pulled down his black boxers, freeing himself, your eyes widened. You had been with Ashton countless times, but he had never looked so painfully hard. His cock stood thick and ready, the tip an angry shade of red, glistening with his own arousal.

Before you could fully process the sight before you, Ashton's hands were on your hips, pulling you off the counter. He gave you no chance to protest, spinning you around and bending you over the cold surface.

“You're gonna take all of me,” Ashton growled, his voice low and commanding as he lined himself up with you. “And you're gonna love every second of it. Be a good girl for me. Good girls get my cum.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, and your hands gripped the edge of the counter so hard your knuckles turned white. “I’ll be a good girl,” you gasped, your voice trembling with desperation. “Please, Ash. I want you to fill me up. Please.”

A smirk played on his lips as his hand slid around your waist and down between your legs, his fingers expertly teasing your clit.

The sensation sent shockwaves through you, making your knees buckle slightly. Your moans grew louder as Ashton ran the tip of his cock along your entrance, the teasing driving you to the brink.

“Beg for it, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice dripping with dominance, his fingers working you mercilessly. Every nerve in your body was alight, your need for him consuming every thought.

“Please,” you cried, your voice breaking into a small sob. “I need you, Ash. Fill me up, stretch me out, put a baby in me—please, I'm begging you.”

Ashton groaned low in his throat at your words, his control slipping as he finally pushed into you, slow and deliberate. “That's my good girl,” he rasped, his grip on your waist tightening as he buried himself inside you inch by inch. “And you're gonna take every single bit of me, aren't you?”

The stretch of Ashton finally filling you up was overwhelming, nearly enough to tip you over the edge instantly. You didn't know how you'd gotten so worked up, but as he buried himself to the hilt, the sensation was so intense tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you whimpered, your voice trembling. Ashton's hand trailed up your back, settling around the back of your neck, his grip firm but not overwhelming.

“Yeah? You like being stretched out like this?” he rasped, his voice thick with arousal, his hips unmoving as he stayed buried deep. “You're so fucking tight, baby. You feel so good wrapped around me. I'm gonna come so hard for you, so deep.”

A soft whimper escaped your lips, your frustration building as Ashton still refused to move. His free hand roamed down your body, squeezing your hip before pulling back and landing a sharp slap on your ass.

The sting sent a jolt through your body, making you clench around him involuntarily. Ashton groaned low in his throat, the sound deep and guttural. “God, I wish you could see yourself right now,” he muttered, smirking as he delivered another sharp smack to your ass. This time, the moan that escaped you was loud and unrestrained. “So pretty, bent over a counter for me, taking me so well.”

You nodded eagerly, your eyes squeezed shut, every nerve in your body focused on the feeling of Ashton filling you. “You're so warm,” he groaned, his hips shifting just slightly. “I need to hear you. Every gasp, every moan— want it all. If you hold back from me, baby, you'll regret it. Got it?”

The threat sent a shiver down your spine. His earlier promise not to finish inside you if you misbehaved hung heavy in your mind, the thought alone making your chest tighten with desperation. “Fuck me,” you begged, your voice shaky and whiny. “Please, Ash, just move already.”

Ashton let out a low chuckle, dark and taunting. “So needy, aren't you, sweetheart?” he teased, his words dripping with smug amusement. Before you could respond, he pulled out of you slowly, the sensation drawing a loud moan from your lips.

“Don't whine,” he chided, his tone sharp but playful. “You're gonna take what I give you.”

But mercifully, Ashton seemed to decide your torture had gone on long enough. On his next thrust, he pulled out almost completely before slamming back into you, the sudden force stealing the air from your lungs. A yelp tore from your throat as his hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back slightly.

Ashton set a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against yours with every thrust. The lewd sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with your loud, uncontrollable moans. The delicious friction he created with each movement made your legs shake, the intensity overwhelming.

“That's it, good girl,” Ashton purred, his voice dripping with approval. “You take me so well. Can't wait till you're all round and pretty for me,”he murmured, his thrusts growing harder, more deliberate. “All mine. My perfect little cum slut.”

The possessive tone in his voice made your entire body shudder. His hand tugged at your hair again, pulling you upright and flush against his chest. His other hand slid up to knead your breasts, his fingers tweaking and teasing your nipples as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.

One hand slowly slid up to your neck, wrapping around it gently before applying just enough pressure to make your head spin. The dizziness only heightened the pleasure coursing through you, amplifying every sensation.

But Ashton didn't hold for long. His hand eased away, and your hearing slowly returned as you gasped for breath. He released your nipple and pushed you back down onto the counter, his voice low and rough. “So fucking perfect,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair again, using it for leverage as he pounded into you harder.

The heat of his movements, his filthy words, and the way he dominated every inch of your body brought you closer and closer to the edge. Your moans and whimpers grew louder, each pull of his hand in your hair sending a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure rippling through you.

“Baby, I'm close—” you choked out, your voice breaking with need.

“Yeah?” Ashton rasped, his hips never losing their relentless rhythm. One hand slid between your legs, finding your clit and teasing it with quick, precise circles. The intensity made your breath hitch, and he leaned in, his voice dark and commanding. “Come for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me how much you love my cock.”

You couldn't hold back. Between his unforgiving thrusts, his dirty words, and the way his fingers worked you with expert precision, the pressure inside you finally snapped. A loud cry tore from your throat as you came, your entire body trembling violently with the force of your release.

Ashton's lips brushed your ear as you shook beneath him. “Just like that, sweetheart,” he murmured, his fingers never faltering even as your body slowly began to come down from its high.

“Ashton,” you gasped, your legs trembling uncontrollably. “Fill me up, baby. Please— need your cum.”

His breathing was ragged, his pace becoming erratic as he chased his own release. “I'm close, baby,” he groaned, his hand slipping away from your clit to grip your hips tightly. His movements grew sloppy, and he buried himself deeper with each thrust. “I'm gonna come so deep inside you. Gonna fill you up, make you mine, put a baby in you.”

It didn't take long before Ashton's rhythm faltered, and he let out a broken whimper of your name. His body shuddered as he spilled into you, the warmth of him flooding your core just as he'd promised. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, each twitch of his cock making you moan softly.

For a moment, the two of you stood there, completely still except for your heaving breaths. The only sound filling the kitchen was the ragged symphony of your labored gasps. Your body felt boneless, leaning heavily against the counter to stay upright.

Ashton pressed soft kisses along your shoulder blades, his warm breath fanning your damp skin and making you shiver. “You’re gonna look so hot as a mum,” he teased with a lazy smirk, slowly pulling out of you.

You whined at the sudden emptiness, the loss of him leaving you aching. Before you could protest, Ashton turned you around and lifted you onto the counter. The cold marble against your bare skin sent a jolt through your body as he gently spread your legs wide.

His eyes glittered as he took in the sight of his release dripping from your core. “Can't let any of this go to waste,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

With deliberate care, he slid a finger along your sensitive clit, making you gasp sharply. Then, without hesitation, he pushed a finger inside, catching the white ribbons threatening to spill out and gently pressing them back into you.

The overstimulation had your legs shaking again, and you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him work with hooded eyes. Every touch sent sparks shooting through you, and the satisfaction on his face as he ensured none of his release escaped made you ache for him all over again.

Ashton knelt before you, his hazel eyes locking onto yours with a mischievous glint before he leaned in, running a slow, deliberate stripe along your core with his tongue. His movements were unhurried, carefully cleaning you up without disturbing the evidence of his release too much. He only lapped up the small traces that had escaped, trailing down your thighs.

When he was satisfied, he pulled back, the soft sound of his lips parting making you shiver. Rising to his full height, he grinned widely, his expression smug and satisfied. You returned his smile with a lazy one of your own, reaching up to tug him down into a soft, lingering kiss.

“I love you,” you murmured against his lips, your voice tender. “And this was... definitely fun.”

Ashton pulled away just enough to meet your gaze, his grin morphing into a playful smirk. “I love you,” he began, his tone laced with mischief, “and about that…”

His hand slipped down between his legs, stroking his still semi-hard cock until it stood at full attention once again. Your breath hitched as you watched him, speechless, as he lined himself up with you once more. With an achingly slow push, he slid back inside you, making both of you groan at the sensation.

Your arms gave out beneath you, leaving you fully leaning against the counter. “Gotta make sure it all stays in there,” Ashton murmured, his voice low and strained. His hips rolled gently, his eyes fixed on where your bodies joined. “Give me a few, and we'll go again. Maybe even one more time after that.”

A soft laugh escaped you, the movement causing your walls to flutter around him.

Ashton let out a deep groan at the sensation, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice breathy but teasing. “We can do this as much as you want.”

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ryuzakemo128 · 2 days ago

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Pairing: Poly141! x Female Reader

Content Warnings: Swearing, medical examinations, medical terms, medical terminology, slight angst, graphic descriptions of the effects of being alone for ten years. Nikolai appears for a little while in this part. But he becomes a permanent character later. Cute nicknames. Pet names. Smut implications. Rather heavy handed

Dividers: @cafekitsune

Word Count: 3146

Note: I hope you enjoyed this part. If you have more ideas of where to have this go next. Then by all means message me or put it in comments below. I read all comments by the way.

Omegaverse Parts: Part One + Part Two + Part Three + Part Four

It’s been three months since you were back at the base. You weren’t too sure how the military personnel would react to your return. You were certain this wasn’t real, and you would certainly wake up soon.

You were now under the bright lights of the medical room. You didn’t know what to think now. If you were allowed to return, why the need for all these tests?

What were they testing for? What aren’t they telling you?

Why are they staring at you like you were going to die any day now?

Would it have been better to have been out in the wild instead?

All these questions spurned, swirled and turned inside your head. You didn’t know what to think. You didn’t know what you should feel.

Your skin felt like it was on fire with each poke, prod and needle injected into you. You didn’t like it. You loathed it. But what could you do? What was there to do? Other than to lie there and take what they dished out unto your body. Your shell. Your image.

Nothing is left untouched because anything you have deemed sacred wasn’t treated that way by them. Your life before wasn’t like that, and now you are left wondering if it was better to be alone rather than to have a place of ‘belonging’ in the first place.

An unknown creature made by mother nature they couldn’t easily define.

“I can’t take more tests.” You stated, your face pressed against the glass one-way window and your eyes shut. The IV drip jabbed into your right arm as you are so, so tired. “I should have stayed out there.”

As the days continued to pass, you weren’t sure what to think anymore and the more time to yourself. The more time you spend regretting ever deciding it was a good idea to come back.

What were you thinking? Were you even thinking at all? You don’t know now. You don’t want to know the answer to either question.

Who knew what would happen now?

You didn’t know. And for once, you had something far more tangible to be afraid of.

You do know if anything told you about predators, if anything about being in the wild taught you anything in those long ten years alone. You still don’t know how they affected you or if they made you ‘better’ at this.

At this job. At existing as you are and as you were before. Who knows?

Not like you will get the truth out of them without pulling teeth from their snapping jaws. You don’t know how long it will take for them to find out you are part of an incredibly morally grey, morally complicated, morally complex, morally fucked in the head, morally ambiguous. And more likely to go ‘feral’ if left alone for too long.

While you were asleep on the table, the doctor pulled them aside to the observation room outside the examination area.

“The effects of being isolated for eleven years are apparent,” The doctor stated, pulling up the brain scan on the digital whiteboard. “As you can see on the brain scan here, the amygdala and the hippocampus have both grown significantly. This could explain the heightened sense of danger and enhanced memory.”

“Other things that are affected are things like her nails, while they were oddly shaped before, they are now razor sharp. They can and will slice you open or dig into layers of your flesh.” The doctor continued showing off an image of damage done to a mannequin.

Price watched from the corner, his hand in his pocket, rubbing the bruise you left behind on his hand. The way your eyes glinted with the fireplace light, the way your teeth dug into his skin. It was almost like he enjoyed it. Like it was a silent declaration of something.

“Her wolf teeth evolved too,” the doctor continued to ramble. “They are far better than what they used to be.”

That statement alone hinted at the fact this doctor knows you far better than they thought they did. Price took a step closer, his curiosity piqued, “How so?”

The doctor pointed to the image on the board, “Her teeth, while sharp, they’re not just for show. They’re capable of injecting a venom. A venom that can incapacitate or kill anyone it comes into contact with. We’re not sure how or why this evolution happened. But it’s a significant advantage in combat. One that we can’t ignore.”

Price’s eyes narrowed, the implications of this newfound information were vast. If you had the capability to produce such a powerful venom, then that would explain why Shepherd was so keen on keeping you a secret. It was a weapon they hadn’t fully unlocked yet.

It also calls into question as to why you were kept a secret or left out there for ten years. What was General Shepherd afraid of?

What did he hope for when he threw her to the wolves in Siberia?

Did he hope she’d die out there?

The disconnect between the reality of knowing she wouldn’t have died and the hope the cold, starvation would kill her is large enough to fit the titanic.

“We need to keep this under wraps. It shouldn’t get back to General shepherd. The last thing we need is to have him tipped off about your return or anything we have learned about you.” Price stated.

“We can’t afford, if the General gets wind of this, he’ll do anything to control you. To use you as a weapon again. You’re not going anywhere near that monster.” Ghost remarked in agreement with Price.

“How does my organs look though?” you asked the doctor, more concentrated on your own health than how fast you could kill someone.

The doctor nodded, clicking away on their computer, “Your organs are surprisingly healthy given your diet out there. We’ve seen some malnourishment but nothing too serious, a bit of vitamin deficiency.”

The doctor continued to speak after you gave her the nod to go ahead, “Nothing we can’t fix with supplements. Your body is adapting to what’s available in the wild, which is quite extraordinary. It’s almost as if you’ve evolved to survive in such conditions. Your liver and kidneys are functioning at optimal levels, considering. But we’ll run some more tests to be sure.”

“What about the stomach and pancreas?” you questioned. “I had a lot of boar, deer, and bear meat. Can't say I've had a lot of greens out there. Besides mushrooms, fruit like berries and the occasional wild garlic.”

The doctor nodded again, scribbling some notes, “It's understandable given the environment. We'll need to keep an eye on your digestive system, but preliminary results indicate you're doing surprisingly well. It seems your body has adapted to extract the maximum nutrients from what's available.”

While you were settling into the base, you were keen on getting at least the optimal hours of sleep again. The nice, seven to nine hours of sleep. In between your fur blankets, insulated and the cold kept far from you.

After six hours, almost seven hours of sleep later, your door opened little by little. An unknown scent wafted in from the door, who is it? You can’t identify that smell at all. You frown as the scent gets closer to your bed.

The Russian accent finally gave it away now, odd to hear that here, of all places. You didn’t think it would have been something to wake up to. Yet here it was. Laid out in front you like an unwelcome sign with enough red lights to make the red-light district question itself.

You don’t know what the bear wanted from you, not like you could or would give anything to the guy anyway. But that it is beside the point. You shifted around in your blanket pile and pulled your pants back on. Don’t question why you don’t have pants on. Overheating is a major issue for you during winter, and the heat rashes drive you up the wall.

Nikolai. Whoever he is. Standing in your quarters like it was summer in the middle of the Sahara desert wearing a pair of shorts.

“Aren't you cold wearing those things?” you asked, drowsy and half asleep. You braced yourself for a no for an answer.

The stubborn bear never paid enough attention to the weather reports anyhow. It didn’t matter how many times you’d tell him. He wouldn’t listen to you anyway. It’s a wonder no one gave him an earful already. Not that you wanted to be that person to that.

You didn’t want Price ranting and raving at how you ‘hurt his feelings’ or some kind of bullshit excuse he might throw at you.

You didn’t care about hurt feelings, why would you? If any of them were alone for as long as you, were, they wouldn’t care either. Though you doubt they would have the guts to even last that long anyway.

You reached out for your shirt to put on underneath the layers of blankets. Not that you cared that he would still be standing there in total silence anyway. You didn’t wear a bra out in the wild and you still don’t.

City wolves would. Wolves like yourself? Unheard of. Unless you really needed it, most wolves, lone wolves like you? Didn’t bother with the trivialities of human societal norms like underwear and other such things.

If you felt the need to have such a thing you would have to learn from trial and error to make one yourself. Just like you were taught through ONI.

Men and Women had to learn how to sew in ONI. Both genders were required to learn it in order to be self-sufficient in the field. It was a necessary skill, especially when you’re in the middle of nowhere with no tailor in sight.

Probably why you asked for linen based clothes which Price didn’t think you’d be that specific in your request. Not that the doctor minded, she knew the benefits of linen just as much as you did.

If you were still in ONI’s branch headquarters, you would be wearing running shorts and a sports bra. Maybe a muscle shirt over the top of the sports bra to ward eyes off your chest region.

It was airy, enough material to cover yourself while also leaving out enough material to keep your body from overheating to an uncomfortable degree. The doctor had listened, much to the amusement of the men who had accompanied her.

While you braided your hair to prevent it from resembling a raccoon's post-food wash mess. You didn’t know what to think of the larger man. “I am sure you are here for an important reason, right?”

You didn’t know whether they wanted to recreate your old room with their own touches or if they wanted to go ham and just fuck in front of you.

The hormones were all over the place leaving you feeling like you were in an unending fever dream you can’t find yourself to leave because one, its too weird. Secondly its like getting flash banged in a fire fight or a western style show down.

Who knew if this would only be just another temporary space? You didn’t. You were just waiting uneasy and waiting until you had to find a new permanent spot on your own again. Instead of the wilderness. It would be inside the city this time.

Nikolai looked over the new hideout plans you had started for yourself. The combination of four storage containers. Two stacked on top of another two, forming a two-story space and the containers would be forty feet.

The outside would be painted Vanta Black to blend into the dark to make it virtually unable to see in the dark. The windows would be made of a one-way mirror, so you can see out without being seen. Allowing you to walk around naked.

If you desired to walk around your own hideaway stark-naked that is. Not that it would happen with five people staring at you or one of them staring at you. They’d enjoy the view of you unwrapped far, far too much.

The other ideas you had come up with were things like: hidden cameras camouflaged by the black paint. Along with visible thermal imaging cameras that look like security cameras only they won’t record audio, camera footage or anything which could be traced back to you. They would only detect and record heat signatures into an excel spreadsheet linked to a server database.

You had a dot point list of other ideas you had in mind for what to put inside it:

Camouflage Netting: It’s not just for military use anymore, it’s for hiding your hideout. It’s a way to make sure that no matter where you are, you’re protected from the eyes of anyone that’s looking for you.

Infirmary: Just in case someone gets hurt and needs medical attention. It’s not just for patching up gunshot wounds, but also for dealing with your unique condition.

Library of survival books: Because even the best of us need to brush up on their skills every once in a while. Plus, it’s always good to have a plan B, C, D, and so on.

Reloading Bench: This would provide with a source of ammunition, store your excess amount of ammunition created and to provide a workbench specifically for ammunition. Plus, it keeps everything organized and in one place.

Security System: You had thought about installing a silent alarm system that notifies the four of you if anyone gets too close for comfort. It would be linked directly to your phones or coms.

Solar Panels: To provide power and reduce the dependency on the grid. You weren’t going to be living in the dark ages, even if you’re living off the grid.

Soundproof Panels: Installed within the walls of the hideout to prevent any noise from escaping or entering, which was crucial for both privacy and safety during your heat.

Underground Tunnels: To escape and enter the hideout without being seen. It’s a safety net if shit hits the fan and you need to escape quickly. Plus, it’s a great way to get around unseen and get to places without having to leave the safety of your own base.

Nikolai looked over what you have come up with so far, eyes scanning over the drawings beside each dot point to drive home what you hoped to create in the future. You don’t know where this will end up being created. But for now, it remains an idea. No matter how ‘grandiose’ it sounded to him.

Debating with yourself if Yorkshire or Coventry would be better for this kind of hideout you were mentally creating for yourself. You didn’t know which place would be better and you didn’t know if they would react well to it either. A minefield hidden among the eggshells. What to do. What to do.

Would it be better to have them live inside a house while you lived on the land just outside?

Would it be better to just by a chunk of land and build something replicated from your own mind?

What is the better outcome? What is better for you? Which is going to help you more?

These questions swam around in your head like a tornado. A whirlwind of doubt and confusion. Until you heard his voice speak again, “You thought about this a lot, Da?” he asked.

You nodded, not completely trusting your voice not to crack and unable to find the will to speak either. The intensity of his stare made you squirm, intense, far too intense, you refused to be intimidated by him regardless.

Irrespective of what his opinion of what your choices meant to him. You had to keep yourself safe first. You can’t be bogged down by the opinions or notions of what they think you needed.

“Is there a problem?” you probed subtly.

“No….No problem here little mouse.” Nikolai answered his eyes finally darting back to your writing again.

You ignored the odd nickname he decided to call you at least it was better than ‘Darling’ or ‘darlin’ like the other four loved to call you. Though it did feel odd to hear anyone to call you things like that.

It was always either, ‘Venom’, ‘V’, ‘Devil’, ‘Beast’ or just your name. It is incredibly for someone to choose to call you by your name for some reason. Not that you cared that much about it.

Nikolai called you things like: 'Lyubimaya', 'Malinka', 'Milyaya', 'Solnyshko', 'Zayka' and, the oddest one of all, 'Moy Kotyonok' (My Kitten). Each name brought a slight blush to your cheeks, even though you knew they were just endearments in his language. He was always looking at you with a smirk, enjoying your reaction.

The act of calling you things like: ‘Little Mouse’, ‘Darling’, ‘darlin’. They did things to your mind, scratching a part of your brain you enjoyed more than you thought you would have. Though you preferred 'Little Mouse'. Over ‘Darling’ and ‘darlin’.

The cutest nicknames someone to think of piled onto you like a truck load of plushies. You didn’t know what to think of it all. You still don’t. You’re not sure if it was the hormones fucking with your mind or if it was the act of caring in general. Either way you find yourself liking it more than you assumed you would have.

Nikolai asked, “May I add a few more dot points?”

“Sure. Just don’t add anything that doesn’t help long term. If you can focus on long term things? Sure. Otherwise, add notes pertaining to other parts of the hideout you think it needs.” You answered.

Nikolai nodded, understanding the need to think long term instead of the short term, a hideout needed to think past the immediate needs and look at the potential problems you could have in the future.

“Da, I will keep this in mind, Little Mouse. Maybe we can have a room for vodka. Yes? It is good for the soul, and it keeps the cold away, da?” He smirked, trying to lighten the mood with a bit of humour.

“I was hoping for mead.” You quipped with a smirk. “Perhaps we could add beehives to make sure the honey is fresh?”

Nikolai’s eyes lit up with the idea. “Mead! Yes, good for the soul, keeps the cold away, and it is something we can make ourselves! You are clever, Little Mouse.” He scribbled the idea onto the paper, his rough, calloused hand moving swiftly across the page.

Perhaps it was in fact better to work with others instead of relying on yourself. Perhaps you have room for five others inside that heart of yours.

You would like that right?

Little mouse.

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yet-another-leo · 3 days ago

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Hi fellow Leo, can you touch on Lilith conjunctions in synastry? Specifically your experience as well. :) I currently have a guys Lilith conjunct my sun.

My Experience With Lilith Synastry

General Meaning:

"Lilith relates to: love-triangles and infidelity, being the other man or woman, sexual allure and attraction; both feminism and misogyny; abortion, miscarriages, infertility; adoption and lost children; outsiders, wildness, taboo-breaking, rule-breaking, sheer outright craziness; wild beauty, wilderness itself and being cast into the wilderness; both inability to love and fierce desire; aloneness; witchcraft and magic; natural power; abuse and retribution. There is more, but suffice to say, I never disregard Lilith when looking at a chart." — https://oxfordastrologer.com

Usually Lilith in a hetero men's chart represents the woman he's both incredibly sexually attracted to, hates and fears, the woman he wants to tame and possess but can't, and Lilith for women represents the dark feminine side, the wild woman archetype, how and where you rebel, break taboos and face punishment, and why and where you get outcasted.

I never actually dated any of the guys I'm talking about but we were friends/in the talking stages. Also I apologize in advance if this is too negative, lilith synastry can have some positives from what I've heard, I personally just never had any unfortunately.

Guy 1: His Leo Lilith Conjunct My Sun

We were friends for a long time and he was very attracted to me — sexually more — and very obsessed with me but he also secretly hated me a lot. He was very possessive and would talk shit about anyone I talked to or was friends with, even though we were just friends and I made it clear that I don't see him in a romantic light. We were similar in terms of toxicity and we also brought out the worst in each other most times. When he first asked me out, I rejected him and he's been bitter ever since. After the rejection, the awkwardness made us fall out with each other for a bit until I saw him again after 2 years and he had a girlfriend at that time too so I thought we could be friends again because I felt bad for what happened. But what I didn't know is that for the time we weren't in touch he was cyberstalking me and was doing the most to tarnish my reputation as a way to get back at me the whole time. His girlfriend hated me a lot too but at that time I didn't know why but later I found out it was cause he would talk about how much he hates me a lot to her and his friends told me he hated me for ignoring him after the rejection (I didn't, he did lol). Then he made a move on me again and he also wanted me to be his side chick so I cut him off for good.

Guy 2: His Virgo Lilith Conjunct My Venus

I was in the talking stage with this guy I met in one of my classes. He was also very attracted to me (once again, more sexually than romantically) and very obsessed right from the start. I wasn't as attracted to him as he was to me. When he asked me out, I said yes and went out with him. After the first date, he started getting all entitled for sex and kept asking me for my nude pictures so I cut him off and ghosted him. A few days later I find out he also had a girl and he was talking shit about me to her and others. Then he broke up with her and started telling everyone and their mother that I'm the one who was desperate to date him and broke up their relationship, obviously none of that was true and I had to clear my name for months. I have yet to receive an apology for this bs >:(.

Final thoughts: This synastry is very sexual, obsessive and intense and in a way is similar to what people consider pluto & 8H synastry. I think lilith synastry really depends on individual charts and can work if both people have a prominent lilith or a lilith conjunction in natal cause then they would know how to handle this kind of energy.

Note: I also had nodal synastry with both of them and I've got natal venus in 12H so that probably played into this too.

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Hi hi hi, requiem! 💗💗💗 I hope you're having a great day!

This is actually my first time sending a request, so I'm feeling a little shy, hahaha (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

I've been reading your fanfics lately, and honestly, you're my favorite Valeria writer ever! 💕💕 I was wondering if I could request a one-shot of Gorgon Valeria x (Blind) Fem Reader? Preferably smut, with a bit of angst if that's something you'd like to include! I've been so obsessed with Medusa Valeria lately, but there are barely any fanfics about her, and I'd love to see your take! I was thinking of a historical AU where the reader is sacrificed by her village because of her disability. They shove her into the cave where Valeria lives, and she has to fend for herself until Valeria eventually finds her. You can take it in whatever direction you feel like!

Of course, take your time if you're busy, and it's totally okay if this isn't something you want to write. I'm just happy I tried!

Thank you so much, and I can't wait to read more of your amazing writing! (灬º‿º灬)♡

Hello Hello! I am having a dandy day (As of writing this) I hope you are too!

You're so sweet! I'm not sure why a gorgon has been unanimously decided to be what Valeria would be but I'm not complaining. I think it's a cool concept.

Love me some angst, love me some smut. Fun fact, snakes breed by wrapping around each other, they don't have regular gentelia but cloacas. I learned this from an educational parody of Niki Manaj's Anaconda song. That being said, Valeria does not have a cloaca here, so that information isn't very relevent.

Tags/Warning: WLW, Minor Ableism by the Village, Emotional Angst, Violence, Non-Bloody Gore, Smut, Gorgon!Valeria, Probably Some Historical and Geographical Inaccuracies

Apple of Her Eye

'Stay away from the woods, Mija.' The sweet voice who first murmured those words to you fades from your memory each day that passes but the warning remains. You were born different. Your eyes didn't develop properly in the womb. Small and underdeveloped.

Your 'otherness' led to your exclusion by the village. It didn't help that you were a bastard child born out of wedlock. You grew up isolated. Your mother your only companion. You were content enough to live out your days with your mother. It was better this way. The less attention you draw to yourself, the less likely you'll be thought of for the annual sacrifice made to the Snake Woman of Addermouth.

Every year of the night during the Harvest Moon, an undesirable is selected and taken through the woods. A full day's journey to be left at the mouth of the cave. Ankles shattered to stop them from running. Barbaric in nature but deemed necessary after a bound sacrifice had managed to free herself of her binds and found her way back to the village. Thus, not making a sacrifice that year. It snowed that November. Something unheard of for the warm region. The homes were not built to retain heat and neither were the barns. Half the village died of starvation and cold.

Your mother used to tell you that story. Before you got too old for bedside tales, before she was lost to the Consumption. Now you're alone. Taken in by the church because no one else wants a blind girl. The Harvest moon is coming up. They're making their selections. While you're out in the garden, running your hands over the heads of flowers to count them, Father Luis pulls you aside.

"Come, walk with me, my dear." He says gently. He guides your hand to his arm and the two of you walk. "The sky is clear today." He tells you.

"I know." You reply simply. "It's warmer when the sky is clear."

Father Luis pats your arm. "... The Harvest Moon approaches, I'm sure you've heard."

You don't respond.

"... Well, we've had a hard time making the selection. Afterall, it's not easy to pick which of our own we're going to send to Addermouth. We all have our uses here and all absences are felt equally." He rambles.

"You already know who it is." You murmur.

"... Yes." Father Luis admits. "... With your... affliction, there isn't much you can do for Las Almas," He starts, shattering your heart. "But you can have a purpose, my dear, if we give you up to Addermouth you will ensure that we have another bountiful year for crops and fertility. You will keep us safe."

You stop walking. Turning your sightless gaze on Father Luis.

"Because I'm more useful dead than alive, you mean." You reply. The air thickens with tension as Father Luis struggles for a reply.

"Not at all." He says weakly. Your shoulders slump as you hear just how much he doesn't believe his own words. "You aren't useless here, you'd just be making so much more use out of yourself if you were chosen, your blindness isn't a curse, it's a blessing."

You scowl. "A blessing?" You repeat. "It's a blessing because you can throw me to the beast without losing anything! It means you don't have to sacrifice anyone capable of labor!"

Father Luis doesn't respond. Because he knows it's true.

"You've already been chosen." He says quietly. "I've talked to the men picked to bring you to Addermouth, I told them I could get you to agree so they wouldn't have to break your ankles. I'm sparing you pain."

"How kind of you, Father, for sparing me the pain of broken ankles. I'll be sure to remember your benevolence while I'm being torn apart."

"I'm trying to help you-" He begins.

"No, you're trying to clear your conscious." You growl. "You're the one who gets the final say on the sacrifice. You feel guilty for choosing me. Well, I don't forgive you." You say coldly.

You tried fighting. When the collectors came for you. It was no use. They grabbed you and forced you into the white ceremonial robes. You refused to eat, a small act of defiance on your end. It means little to them, but it means a lot to you. You can feel the warmth from the torches that the men carry as they walk you to Addermouth. Your bare feet, unused to the unfamiliar terrain catch on stones and loose Earth.

The air turns cold, signaling the beginning of nightfall. You shiver from the chill and wrap your arms around yourself, hoping to retain a little body heat. The thorns from the crown they placed upon your head digs uncomfortably into your scalp. You tried adjusting it but had your hand slapped away with a barking command to not touch it.

A rough hand grabs you by the back of the neck and halts you.

"We're here." He mutters. "Lay down in the dirt on your back."

Your heart flutters. "... No." You say. Turning your face towards where you think the man is. You expect him to get mad, or argue, instead your abruptly shoved to the ground. You grunt in pain as your back slams into stone and soil.

Before you can sit up or speak, something heavy and metal crashes down onto your legs. You arch your back as a scream tears itself free from your throat. The object comes down again and you jerk away, trying to crawl away. Your fragile leg bones snap and dislocate. The pain is hot and heavy. Not limiting itself to your legs it crawls up your thighs and into your spine. You screech your hurt into the night and vomit the contents of your stomach.

𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙

Valeria is familiar with the sound an animal makes when it knows it's going to die. Deep within the dark walls of her cave, a screech echos from outside. The snakes on her head stir with curiosity. Small tongues flicking out to taste the air. Valeria drags herself from her nest and stalks down the cave towards the exit. Climbing upwards. She smells the air and tastes blood and fear. A person, an injured one. Nothing she hasn't seen before.

The sky has grown dark with the night. The stars up above far away and infinite in numbers offer very little light. At the mouth of the cave is a woman. Draped in those robes that the villagers seem to favour. Like the others, her legs have been broken. Valeria lays a hand upon her, feeling her stillness and warmth. The woman stirs and flinches, rising up to a sit. Valeria's snakes fan out around her head, staring right at her. The woman looks up and... Valeria stares curiously.

The woman breathes heavily and stares straight at her, not petrifying.

"Hello?" You call out weakly. "Is someone there?"

You're blind. She realizes. Your eyes are small and cloudy. Marbled with white. They remind her of the full moon. You're covered in dirt and sweat and reek of fear. One of the longer of her snakes ventures closer. Tasting your scent.

"Hello." Valeria murmurs. Gazing at you with interest. Normally she petrifies her victims. She glances at the many statues littering the clearing. In various positions. A few men but mostly women, their once fluid robes now still forever.

Your eyelids flutter.

"Hello?" You reply. "I need.. I need help." You say.

"I can see that." She hums, inspecting you.

"Are we safe?" You ask, surprising her.

"Whatever from?" She inquires with amusement.

"The Creature of Addermouth?" You say, furrowing your brows.

Creature of Addermouth. The Snake Woman, Medusa, Valeria has earned herself many names over her long life.

"We're safe." She says. Then doesn't speak for a while, unused to having company. She looks at you for a little longer. Indulging herself before finally reaching out for you. "Let me get you out of the open like this." She says, slowly dragging you into the cave. Your questions inquiring about your destination remain unanswered as she drags you in deep. Valeria slowly lowers you to her nest and looks over your wounds.

She gently ghosts her hand over your mangled legs. Feeling the unnatural angles your bones are in.

"Why do they do this?" She ponders aloud quietly.

You rub a hand over you shoulder. "What?"

"Break the legs." She murmurs.��

"... You know about the sacrifices?" You ask.

"It's hard not to notice." Valeria replies. Moving away to grab old clothes to wrap up your legs. She can't do much else to help.

"It's to kill any chance of survival for the chosen." You murmur grimly.

Valeria stayed away from you while you healed. Watched you from the shadows and brought you food while you were asleep. Sometimes you called out to her, voice harsh and scared. Other times you sang. Mournful and lonely. Valeria likes it when you sing. She'd lay against the stone walls and listen.

You lay still in her nest while she brings you stolen bread. She sets it down beside you and you stir, sitting up and opening your eyes.

"... Valeria?" You speak.

She hesitates. Pondering if she should let you know she's there. "Yes." She responds.

You relax at her voice. "Can you please stay?" You ask. "It's cold, and very lonely here."

Valeria finds herself wanting to stay in your company. You're the only person she hasn't turned to stone, the only one invulnerable to her curse. She sits down and folds her legs under her.

"I can stay for awhile." She says.

Then you smile at her.

Valeria makes it a habit to stay with you often. Bringing your food while you're awake and talking to you. Once your legs have healed enough, she begins helping you walk around. Learning the way you talk, the way you laugh, learning the way you've come to understand the world, which is far different to her. Valeria, who was previously a solitary creature, has come to enjoy your company. She enjoys you. Though there's that fear at the back of her mind eating at her. One that tells her you wouldn't stick around if you knew what she was, what she looked like.

You tell each other stories. Legends and myths exchanged for entertainment. You even told her the reason your village sacrifices people. There was something... sinister in the woods. People went in and never came out again, stolen and dragged to the dark pits of Addermouth. The large, supposedly endless cave system in the middle of the forest. Wicked and hungry. It's said that the Creature of Addermouth is what caused the disappearance of everyone in the neighboring village. Once bustling with life left full of stone statues that look suspiciously like the villagers.

Valeria is the monster that has haunted your dreams and you don't even know it.

"But... you came and found me." You say after a few silent moments filled only by the faint echoes of dripping water. "Tell me, Valeria," You murmur. "Is there really a monster or has my village been ruling itself with it's own man-made superstition? Was my sacrifice in vain? Were all those lives given up to the 'monster' for naught?"

Valeria works out her response. "... I have never encountered anything of the like out here." She says carefully. As far as she's aware, she's the only one of her kind roaming about in these woods, and one can hardly encounter themselves.

Over the months you grow restless. Walking further and further within the cave. You talk more and more about the outside, and to Valeria's growing annoyance, the very village that casted you out to die. A topic that has brewed many an argument between you two. She doesn't understand your attachment to the place that betrayed you, why you wish to live among people who will never see you as anything more than the blind girl. She doesn't understand why you want to leave her.

Your nest is empty when she comes by with food. She looks around for you, finding you standing at the cave entrance, facing the outside wistfully. She stays back in the shadows but you've adjusted to living in a cave where all noise is accentuated.

"Is it sunny today?" You ask her. Valeria peers out.

"It is." She murmurs. Walking up beside you, your arms brushing. "The sky is clear, the sun is shining down warmly and dappling the forest floor with light."

"Are the flowers getting any sun?" You ask.

"What flowers?" Valeria asks with surprise.

"Those ones." You point to the left vaguely. There is a patch of wild daffodils there.

"They are." She says. "How did you know about them?"

You smile, it's a sad little thing not expressing joy so much as sardonic amusement.

"I found them when I was walking around outside." You say. "If I focus enough, I can smell them from here."

Valeria stares at them contemplatively. As yellow as the sun, heads facing towards the sky.

"I want to go home." You say suddenly. Valeria looks at you with indignation.

"What home?" She asks mutinously. You turn your face to her.

"My village, Valeria." You say tiredly. You reach out and take ahold of her cold hands. "You could come with me, you don't have to live here, in this cave, you could come back with me."

Valeria pulls away. Appalled, hurt, angry.

"Why would I ever want to be surrounded by the very people who sent you to die? Why would I want to be around them when they'd treat me even worse?" She snaps. Thinking of you as foolish. You face drops.

"They're frightened and misinformed. I know what they do is bad but if you came back with me - tell them that you've been living here and not a sight of the monster, they might stop sacrificing people!" You plead, only adding to Valeria's growing annoyances and pushing her over the edge.

"I am the monster." She growls. Her snakes, sensing her agitation, flare.

"What do you mean?" You ask.

"How stupid you must be to not have realized!" She snaps at you. "I live in the very cave your people tell stories about. Think about it for more than ten seconds, I beg you!"

Inklings of regret wriggle in her heart but she stays strong. Your expression morphs into confusion and fear. You look at her the same way as everyone else, only difference being is she can't make you stop by turning you to stone. She looks at the statues, with their faces clawed off.

"... But you helped." you say. "You're lying."

Fed up with you, Valeria swiftly approaches you and grabs your hands. "Feel my scales. Feel my snakes. You can't look upon my monstrosity, but you can touch it." She wretches your hands over her face, making you feel the scales on her cheeks and the writhing snakes in her hair. You recoil and try to pull away but Valeria doesn't let you.

Finally, she lets you pull away. You cradle your hands to your chest as though she's burned you. Your mouth hangs agape but no sounds escape you.

"Go." She says angrily. "Try to find your way back to the very people that hate you. Return to those animals and never speak of me, never think of me, and never seek me out."

You hesitate then turn and stumble away, into the woods where you are sure to die. Guilt and pain tugs at her heart but she ignores it and turns away as well. Slinking back down into her cave.

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You stumble through the foliage. Nettles sting your legs and mouse holes trip you. Your skin crawls when you think about how close you were to the Creature of Addermouth. Then sorrow overwhelms you when you think about her. Your friend.

You're not sure where you're going. Your sense of direction skewed by spending so much time below ground. You use the trees to help you walk. The trees thin out and you're left to wander a clearing. A familiar voice calls out to you, saying your name with astonishment. A group surrounds you, voices drowning each other out with questions.

There was great debate about your return. Many wanting to send you back into the woods in fear that your return will cause great suffering. Father Luis declares you spared, much to the unpopular opinion of the public. Unwilling to argue with a messenger of God, the people allow you to live. Once again pushing you to the outskirts of town where if they try hard enough, they can forget you.

During your moments with Valeria, you forgot how lonely existence is. Going by unwanted and ignored by your own. This is what you were so desperate to return to. But... you miss her. Each day that pull inside you tugs harder and harder, drawing you back to Addermouth and the Snake Woman that lives there. You pack any belongings that you can carry, and under the cover of night, set off into the woods. Letting that feeling guide you through the trees and bushes.

You walk and walk. Journeying further into the forest with only your faith in your friend to guide you. You grow tired and less careful with your steps. You begin to fear that you are lost. It's also at this point that you become aware of something stalking you from the side. Footsteps apart from your own and the sense that you're being watched.

You stop in a clearing. Not certain as to where you are. The cold winds bite through the cloak you're wearing. Heavy with exhaustion, you unshoulder your burdens and kneel in the soft grass. You tilt your head up. Unable to see the stars, but the stars see you.

You don't turn at the sound of footsteps behind you.

"You came back." The owner of them speaks. You straighten up.

"... I did." You say. They come no closer. "I had assumed that home was where I was born. Among people who are the most like me. I was wrong." You whisper. Valeria slowly approaches you and kneels own behind you, gently laying her hands over your shoulders. You can feel her snakes brush up against your head and neck.

"Coming out here on your own wasn't safe." she says. "There are many caves and ravines you could've fallen into. Packs of wolves and coyotes roam at night. You could've gotten lost and succumbed to nature."

You lean against her. Touched by her concern.

"But you found me." You say.

Valeria rests her head on your shoulder. "Yes, I found you."

You bask in the moment. Warmed by your friend's presence. Her breath ghosts over your neck, sending goosebumps over the skin.

Your hearts beat together. Slowly, Valeria pulls you down and crawls on top of you, her nose brushing against yours. You cup the back of her head and pull her down, pressing your lips to hers. Valeria sighs out all her lonely yearning. Pressing close to you. Her lips are cold but being so close to her makes you feel warm.

The Creature of Addermouth handles you with utmost care and gentleness as he removes your clothing. Helping you shed the last tethers to your village. Valeria pulls you on top of her, your back to her chest with her legs tangling with yours. Her hand palms your breast, rolling the fat under her hand.

You can feel her skin and scales under your back. Smooth and cool. Her hand moves up from your breast to hold you by the throat gently, her other hand running down your body and pushing her fingers through the course hair on your pubic mound. They find your clit and you tilt your head back, eyes closed in pleasure. Her fingers drift down to collect your arousal. Her breasts press into your back and the snakes on her head brush against your cheek.

Valeria's fingers enter you. Sliding into the wet warmth of your core. You writhe together in a tangle of lust and limbs. Unsure of where her leg ends and yours begins. While she pumps her fingers into you, she also grinds you down onto her. Rubbing herself against you, accumulating a wetness on your lower back. She groans into your ear, sending blood to your clit.

The pressure builds, becoming too much for you. You let go of the rope and allow yourself to dive into the pleasure. You cum around her fingers, tightening and tensing with a high whine. Valeria, with her fingers still inside of you, continues to hold you against her. She's not far behind. Panting and losing all sense of rhythm. She shudders and presses her face into your neck. Legs trembling as she does so.

You and Valeria fall asleep together. Laid up in the grass under the moon and stars. Cuddled up like animals in your most natural forms. Valeria never thought she'd experience something so wonderful. Her greatest treasure, she'll keep you until it's time for your body to return to the Earth it came from.

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crowwithacomputer · 3 days ago

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Random Jayvik headcanons

I firmly think Viktor moves around at night because he struggles finding a comfortable position for his leg and back, until he finds the weirdest position that makes him look like he had a fight with someone, and often those positions lead to snoring.

Jayce is very tame around sleeping and usually doesn't move much, and doesn't snore easily. But if he does snore. Oh boy. Everyone get out of the building there's an earthquake we're all gonna die.

Viktor has a tendency to talk while sleeping. When Jayce is sleeping with him at times he wakes up because he feels Viktor's breath tickle his skin and he'll hear "I told him to fix it... And then they all died... The pineapples were good, thanks..." And never talk again during the rest of the night.

Jayce has the WORST case of bed hair ever to exist in the history of the whole world

Jayce says he uses kaomojis ironically but he uses them often enough to not be able to say he doesn't like them. Here's an example:

Viktor: hey I need you to come to the lab quickly, I have to show you something

Jayce: ok

Jayce: (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿)

Viktor: ?

Jayce: I'm going

Viktor: the emoji

Jayce: that's me

Jayce: and this is us (⁠●⁠’⁠3⁠)⁠♡⁠(⁠ε⁠`⁠●⁠)

Viktor: oh

Viktor: :)

Viktor and Jayce often give massages to each other. Actually like really often, since Jayce comes from the forge very sore and Viktor struggles with his back and leg pain. It's like a normal thing people would see if they came in the lab at any time. They just talk normally during it, too.

Viktor draws designs for canes he wants to have. He has 2 or 3 to choose from so he can match his vibe. But when his illness got worse and he needed the bigger cane he stopped drawing and just used that one. He didn't really care at that point.

I think this is canon but Jayce bites his fingernails. When he was little he was the type to bite too far and get to the part that was glued to the skin, but when he grew up (after his mother told him too many times) he just bit them as far as the white part goes, keeping them a healthy short. That's why in the cave his nails didn't seem to grow longer.

Also, if Jayce is not biting his nails he's biting something else. Viktor gifted him a baby teething toy once and broke it the next day.

Viktor puts music on his record player to get ready for work. Usually jazz, classical, or something with no lyrics. Example of song I think he likes:

Viktor likes music with no lyrics most of the time. During the day he'll hum the song he was listening to in the morning.

Jayce can't read sitting like a normal person. He has to do circus contortionism. If he doesn't he'll just not read at all.

Viktor naturally has really soft and low maintenance hair, and Jayce needs to put a thousand products in it to keep it barely fine (curly, thick, greasy hair that grows extremely fast and it's prone to frizz). A lot of his activities revolve around his hair wash day so he can do public and important activities when it's just washed. He used to shave before because the beard made him look a lot older, but also because he has a history of ingrown hairs that made his life impossible, so he kept it clean shaven.

Viktor LOVES very intensely Zaun's fast food. And often brings some to the lab:

Jayce: Hey, what's that? *pointing to a greasy open box Viktor's carrying*

Viktor: *entering the lab* Cheese slugs!!! Do you want some?

Jayce: ... Excuse me, what?

Viktor: Cheese slugs *walks towards Jayce and hands him the box. Inside there are around 10 slugs covered with cheese sauce, it smells like pure grease, various types of cheese and humidity* They're really good.

Jayce: Viktor, uh... That's... No, thank you.

Viktor: Come on! They're delicious *he grabs one and eats it, getting cheese all over his lips. Then, he licks them like he ate the absolute best meal of his life*. If gold was food, this would be it.

Jayce: No, no, thank you but-

Viktor: *grabs one and puts it in front of Jayce* Eat it.

Jayce: *with disgust, he takes a bite from the slug while Viktor holds it. Viktor awaits, but Jayce almost immediately turns a shade of green and grabs the nearest trash can and throws up like he just ate poison* What the fuck... What the fuck is this, V...

Viktor: *outraged by his response* A delicacy. *grabs the box and goes to sit in the nearest chair to keep eating* Not my problem that you can't appreciate a good meal when presented to you, Talis.

Jayce writes quick poems in his notes. Just small stuff that barely rhymes and/or has structure, but it's cute.

Viktor reads Jayce's notes when he's not looking. He's very nosy in general. He subtly asks Jayce about council matters or stuff that happens at meetings and parties (Jayce knows what he actually wants to hear, Viktor is everything but subtle)

Viktor does go to certain parties and meetings, the only thing he does not do is go places that he knows are going to be filled to the brim with people or any sort of presentation with lots of people looking. He does talk to people, but only when talked to. People notice him because Jayce goes to him every time he finishes a conversation and rests his head on Viktor's shoulder. Because of this, Viktor always carries two beverages in case Jayce needs something quickly.

I think, in canon, something happened between them. I don't think they ever actually fucked, but they have definitely kissed with tongue (multiple times) and almost had sex once they were really drunk. They got interrupted because Sky was looking and screaming for them because a fire started in the lab (they were working on something and left some cables loose and connected to a current) and there was no fire extinguisher because they used the last one and didn't think something would happen again, so they didn't buy one right away. Now they have two that, for legal reasons, need to be checked every six months. They never talked about that night again because both thought the other one didn't remember.

Also, this convo:

Jayce: *coming from the forge* Hey V, we ran out of copper and I can't make the bronze to finish [pieces for a project]. I called the suppliers and they said they're not sending any until next month. What do I do? I can't change to steel since we ran out of iron already for [insert another type of piece for a project].

Viktor: I know a guy *grabs his cane and goes to the door*. If anyone asks, I went home because I felt really dizzy and needed to lay down. Something about my back brace. Got it?

Jayce: Yeah, but where are you going?

Viktor: If I told you I would have to kill you.

Jayce: 😦

Viktor: I'm joking! ... But don't say anything *walks out*

*three hours later*

Viktor: *with a cart full of boxes, entering the lab slowly as he tries to get the cart into the lab without breaking the door frame while walking with the cane, he looks exhausted* Put these in the forge. But not immediately. We have to hide these and you grab from here when you need anything.

Jayce: What the fuck is this?

Viktor: Ah... Just a... A bunch of scraps.

Jayce: *he walks up to him and helps him with the cart. He opens a box, it's filled with parts and cables in really good condition* There are not scraps, Viktor.

Viktor: If someone asks, they are.

Jayce: But V, these are-

Viktor: You talk too much, did you know that?

That's it for now 🫶🏻

#arcane #arcane 2 #jayce arcane #arcane viktor #jayvik #arcane s1 #arcane s2 #arcane headcanon #arcane fandom

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livesincerely · 3 days ago

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there’s no escape (i can’t wait) - ch. 1

Rated E, A/B/O. The next entry in my burning up variations series (see tag below).

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Later, Eddie will think that he knew, somehow, before he actually knew.

He’s finishing up in the locker room, about to head into a 24-hour shift, when a rush of… something sweeps over him. There’s a prickle of anticipation at the nape of his neck, goosebumps sprouting all over his arms, and he glances up, nose twitching, right as Buck comes shuffling in.

“Hey,” Buck greets him in a low, gravelly voice, tossing his duffle down onto the bench.

On any other day, Eddie would worry that he’d had a bad night. Today, he knows the exact reason for that rough rasp, and it sends a thrill of heat sparking up his spine.

“H-hey,” Eddie manages, blinking rapidly. “Uh, aren’t you supposed to be on leave?”

”Bobby called,” Buck explains, tugging off his t-shirt and rubbing sleepily at his eyes.

There’s a soft, gorgeous flush to his skin—his cheeks, neck, and chest painted a perfect, rosy shade of pink—and as he starts to shrug into his uniform there’s the faintest whiff of something delicious.

Something mouthwatering.

Eddie’s heart stutters traitorously against his ribs, and he forces himself to look away before Buck catches him staring.

“Whittler’s partner went into labor last night,” Buck continues, oblivious to his plight. “This morning? Whichever, and Ginsburg’s still in Cabo until Tuesday.”

“That sucks,” Eddie says, in what he hopes is a nice, even, totally normal tone. “You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” Buck assures him. “I was gonna use today to prep and get ahead on laundry, but one last shift won’t kill me. My ruts tend to be pretty tame for the most part, but I’ve got extra blockers and scent neutralizing spray in my bag just in case.”

Tame? There’s not a damn thing tame about Eddie’s sudden need to plaster himself against Buck’s front and swirl his tongue around the hollow of his throat, but maybe that’s just him.

Mine, his instincts purr. All mine, and that’s Eddie’s cue to make a strategic retreat.

He jolts to his feet. “Well, let me know if you need anything.”

“Actually,” Buck calls out before he can make it more than a couple steps, sounding a touch sheepish. “Would you mind…?”

And he ducks his chin and tips his head to the side, exposing the long line of his throat.

Eddie’s mouth goes dry.

“You want me to scent mark you?” he asks, voice tight.

It probably shouldn’t come as such a surprise. Buck’s about as tactile as they come, and the two of them spend so much time together that they constantly smell at least a little of each other—a fact that definitely doesn’t make Eddie want to preen like a possessive peacock, thank you very much.

But a proper, deliberate scenting, right on the cusp of Buck’s rut?

That feels different.

Feels special.

Mine, his hindbrain insists once again.

Naturally, Buck chooses this exact second to finally notice Eddie’s reaction to his… everything.

“Um, yeah?” he says, brow furrowed and nostrils flaring as he takes him in. “Why, what’s…”

He takes in a deep inhale, then his expression clears all at once.

”Oh. Oh, you… Wait, really?”

Eddie’s cheeks heat. “Shut up.”

“I… Did I know this already?” Buck marvels, a smug sort of delight starting to curl over his lips. But just beneath it there’s a softer, more earnest sort of elation—like he’s just been offered a dream come true on a silver platter. “Because this feels like the sort of thing I should’ve been made aware of. Edmundo Diaz, have you been holding out on me?”

“Shut up,” Eddie huffs again, but there’s no real feeling behind it. He’s too busy fighting a smile, hope lighting him up inside like the best kind of vertigo. “It’s not like I can really keep anything from you when you keep sniffing me out like a fucking bloodhound. If it’s taken you this long to notice, that’s on you.”

“Actually, did you know that an alpha’s olfactory senses can become up to eighty percent stronger in the three days leading up to their rut?” Buck tells him cheerfully. “To help them stay in tune with the needs of their pack, and especially their mate, throughout their cycle.”

Of course, this fun fact does nothing to disguise the fact that he’s closing in on Eddie like a predator stalking its prey, swaggering towards him with his shoulders rolled back and his thumbs tucked into his belt, the cocky, beautiful bastard.

Eddie holds his ground, lets Buck approach until they’re standing toe to toe, chest to chest.

“Is that so? And what are you picking up from my scent, then, alpha?” he murmurs, meeting the challenge with one of his own. He can almost see the way the word lands, the way Buck’s spine straightens like he’s got something to prove. “Any interesting insights?”

Buck gives him a long, considering once-over.

“That’s definitely not something I can get into without causing a workplace incident,” he eventually admits, gazing at him from under his lashes.

Oh, fuck.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to cause a workplace incident,” Eddie warns him, swaying closer despite himself.

“To be perfectly honest, Eds, that’s really not much of a deterrent.”

“This is going to be a long fucking shift if you don’t reel it in,” Eddie says wryly, fond exasperation and bone-deep desire inextricably twined. “A long, frustrating shift.”

“Or, a very, very short one,” Buck counters, because he’s never found a line he’s not willing to toe. “God, you smell good.”

Eddie flicks him on the nose.

“Stop it, he orders.

They’re standing close enough together that Eddie can see the way Buck’s pupils dilate, his gaze turning half-lidded and hungry.

“I’ll behave,” he promises, but it sounds more like a threat. Eddie valiantly resists a shiver

The moment lingers—a static charge that only needs a touch of friction to burst into flame—then slowly dissipates; no, is carefully set aside to be explored later.

Eddie reaches up to squeeze Buck’s shoulder, then lets his hand trail higher to cup around the back of his neck.

“You still gunning for that scent mark? Or is it going to make things worse?”

Strong, warm hands land on either side of his waist, fingers splayed wide enough to cover the small of his back.

”I want it,” Buck insists, which isn’t exactly an answer, but Eddie doesn’t have it in him to deny him.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, reeling him in.

Buck melts into the touch like he’d just been waiting for permission, nuzzling in to rub his face against Eddie’s throat. He lets out a quiet, contented noise, wrapping himself around him like he’s planning to make a home in the curve of his neck, his chest rumbling all the while.

Eddie chuffs back instinctively, threading his fingers through the curls at the nape of Buck’s neck. He pulls him closer, craning up on his toes and tucking his nose into the space behind Buck’s ear before he can stop himself.

He just smells so good: all toasty and golden and a little sweet, like freshly baked sunshine drizzled in honey, with just a slight undertone of sharp-ember-smoke to indicate his approaching rut.

Eddie wants to wallow in that scent, wants to lick the taste of it right out of Buck’s mouth, wants to just bare his teeth and bite, sink his teeth in so deep that no one would dare to doubt his claim—

The bell ringing overhead stops him before he can do anything that might cost him his job, and he’s honestly not sure if he’s relieved or disappointed. There’s still another twenty or so minutes before their shift so this call isn’t their problem, thank god, because Eddie’s brain is too busy chanting Buck, Buck, yes, mine, Buck, alpha, mine, to be responsible for anyone’s health and wellbeing.

They slowly peel apart, both a little dazed.

“How’s that?” Eddie asks, brushing a piece of hair out of his face to give himself something to do with his hands that’s not sticking them down Buck’s pants. “Better?”

”Better,” Buck says. “Thanks, Eds.”

”Don’t mention it,” Eddie says, not really thinking about it, and Buck immediately frowns.

”But, we will, right? Talk about it, I mean,” he asks quietly, taking Eddie’s hand gently in his own and lacing their fingers together. “I know we can’t really get into it right now, but I don’t want this to be one of those things we just… brush past and not talk about. Because I want us. I want you. And I’m tired of pretending like I don’t.”

Eddie hadn’t realized he was still holding onto some worry until the last of it finally bleeds away. Of course they’re on the same page about this, about them, about the twinkling, wondrous inevitability of Buck-and-Eddie. Of course they’re in this together.

Aren’t they always, when it comes to the important things?

”Let’s get through this shift,” Eddie says. “After that, I’m all yours.”

It comes out more honest than he means it to, a wealth of emotion embedded within his words. With anyone else, he’d think it was too much. But he’s not sure there’s any such thing when it comes to Buck.

”I’ll hold you to that,” Buck replies, and he lifts their joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss first to Eddie’s knuckles, and then to the fluttering pulse point on the inside of his wrist, never once dropping his gaze from his own. “And, uh, fair warning? Once I’ve got you, I’m not planning on letting you go.”

Eddie flushes from head to toe.

“You— I told you to stop looking at me like that,” he hisses as he snatches his hand back, distinctly hot under the collar.

Buck just laughs: low and raspy. “I make no promises.”

”Por dios,” Eddie mutters under his breath, begging anyone listening for strength.

He’s already in completely over his head and there’s nowhere he’d rather be.

”Later,” he reminds them both.

”Later,” Buck agrees.

On the way to their first call, Buck ends up in the middle seat, sandwiched between Eddie on one side and Hen on the other, and is visibly delighted to be there.

Eddie watches fondly as he adds to his collection of scent marks, wheedling a hair ruffle out of Hen and a pat on the back from Chimney. He even gets a friendly nudge from Ravi, who then rolls his eyes and makes a face when Buck uses the opening to lock their ankles together like a pair of middle schoolers kicking each other under the table in the cafeteria, grinning from ear to ear.

Though, Eddie can’t help but notice that, while full of affection, the touches stay light—fleeting, even. Besides that side hug from Bobby before they loaded out, not a single one lingers longer than a second or two, and none of them come anywhere close to the length of Eddie’s.

Good, that little voice purrs smugly. Mine.

They arrive on scene—a grassy, fenced-in playground teeming with children and families—and are immediately met by a frantic young woman.

“Oh, thank god,” she says, a huge diaper bag thrown over one shoulder and her arms filled with screaming toddler. “I swear, I looked away for, like, two seconds, Jaime was crying and I couldn’t figure out where their mom packed the juice boxes and when I looked back, she was halfway up—“

“What’s her name?” Bobby interrupts.

“Harper,” she says. “She’s right over here—“

And sure enough, there in the far corner of the playground is a tall oak tree, and about twenty feet up that tree is a little girl. She’s maybe seven or eight at the most and clinging tightly to a branch, her face streaked with tears.

“Hey, Harper,” Bobby calls, calm and steady. “What’re you doing up there?”

“I’m stuck!” she wails.

“I can see that,” Bobby says. “Are you hurt at all?”

“‘M okay,” she sniffles. “But it’s too far, I can’t get down!”

“Hey, that’s alright, we’re gonna send someone up to come get you. You just sit tight and keep holding on, okay?” Bobby tells her. “We’ll get you down from there in no time.”

“No way we get the ladder in here,” Chim observes, pulling off his sunglasses. “We’re fenced in on all sides and the trees are too close together to get a good angle from the curb.”

“How’d she even get up there?” Ravi wonders, squinting up at her. “No way she’s tall enough to make the jump up to that first branch. I’m not tall enough to make that jump.”

“Never underestimate the ingenuity of a determined elementary schooler,” Hen says wisely.

“I can climb up to her,” Eddie volunteers.

He moves closer to the trunk, knocking against the bark to check for soft spots, but it seems simple enough, as far as he can tell. It’s a healthy tree with lots of thick, sturdy branches—plenty big enough to hold steady beneath his weight

“You sure?” Bobby asks.

Eddie shrugs. “Yeah, I got it. I just need a— a boost or a chair or something to get started, but I’ll be fine after that. Then she can hold on to me while I climb back down.”

He glances around, searching.

“Maybe we can drag that picnic table over and—“

“Here,” Buck says, stepping up behind him.

He fits his hands around Eddie’s hips, a long line of heat against his back.

“What are you—?”

Eddie’s feet leave the ground and all thoughts leave his head.

Buck lifts him like it’s not even hard, like he could do this all day, not a hint of strain in those massive biceps. Eddie fumbles clumsily for the branch, all the blood in his body rushing south so quickly he almost goes dizzy with it.

“Eddie?” Buck prompts, lifting him just a little higher—like maybe the problem is that Eddie can’t quite reach. Jesus, he doesn’t even sound winded.

“Right,” Eddie mutters, pulling himself the rest of the way up. “Uh huh, yep.”

Once he gets his head in the game, the rest of the rescue goes smoothly. He has Harper clamber onto his back, then together, they carefully make their way back down.

It’s when they’re standing on that lowest branch that they run into a snag. The ground around the tree is uneven enough that attempting the jump down is just asking for a sprained ankle, and that’s not even accounting for Harper’s extra weight.

They’re going to have to lower her down somehow, Eddie realizes. Either, lower her down or convince her to—

“It’s okay, you can jump now,” Buck tells her in a gentle, encouraging voice, already on the same page, his arms outstretched. “I’m gonna catch you.”

Harper shakes her little head, pigtails flying. “I’m gonna fall!”

“You won’t fall,” Buck assures her, and he’s so earnest about it that it’s impossible not to believe him. “I’ll catch you.”

Harper looks from Buck to Eddie then back again, her lip wobbling.

“You promise?” she asks.

Buck’s expression turns incredibly soft. “I promise. Big jump on three, okay? One, two—“

Harper jumps. Buck catches her—of course he fucking does—tucking her protectively into that broad chest.

“Great job!” he cheers. He runs a soothing hand down her back, then swings her up in a careful arc over his head and sets her down on her feet, earning a watery giggle. “I know that was really scary, thank you for being so brave.”

“I didn’t feel very brave,” Harper tells him, wiping at her face.

“Well, that’s the best part,” Buck replies, couching down to meet her at her level. “You don’t have to feel brave to be brave. But, uh, maybe next time we only climb trees when there’s a grown up watching to make sure we’re staying safe, alright?”

Harper gives a shy nod, looking up at Buck with teary, trusting eyes, and Jesus, it’s so easy to imagine Buck having a similar conversation with another little girl. Maybe one with dark, curly hair and a wide, toothy grin, a kiss of pink haloing one of her doe brown eyes—

“—ddie? Eddie!”

Eddie checks back in to find Buck grinning up at him expectantly, Harper having toddled off at some point during his daydream to get checked over by Hen.

He holds out his arms and calls, “Sometime today, Diaz!”

Oh, this asshole.

“What, are you gonna catch me too?” Eddie snarks.

Buck’s grin only grows.

“Sure,” he says confidently. “Why, you got a better idea?”

Eddie’s stomach flutters, but not with nerves.

“You are not gonna catch me,” he insists, but he’s already shifting into position, bracing to jump. “Buck—“

“Of course, I am,” Buck says, and his tone stays light but his eyes turn serious as he holds Eddie’s gaze—like doing anything else, anything less, is simply unfathomable. “On three, yeah?”

And what can Eddie do, except listen? It’s Buck.

“One, two—“

There’s a split-second on weightlessness, then he’s in Buck’s arms. His legs lock around his waist and his arms circle his neck, all of his limbs sliding into place so naturally that it’s almost as though they already knew the way, as perfectly in-sync as they always are.

Buck doesn’t so much as flinch, taking Eddie’s weight with a spine-tingling, toe-curling kind of ease.

An arm around his back. An arm cradled under his ass.

The bluest eyes imaginable.

“Told you I’d catch you,” Buck rumbles.

“Never had a doubt,” Eddie breathes back.

Their lips are only inches apart.

“The rituals,” Chimney announces, loudly, from somewhere not nearly far enough away. “They are intricate.”

The moment pops like a soap bubble. Eddie rears back, startled, but Buck’s grip only tightens, a hint of that cinnamon-sunshine scent tickling at his nose.

“You— Buck!” he hisses, starting to squirm. “Put me down!”

“Bossy,” Buck teases, but obliges without fanfare.

And if it takes Eddie a couple tries to find his footing, enjoying the feeling of Buck’s body squeezed between his thighs for a second longer, that’s between him and god.

Bobby’s still talking with the babysitter and Hen’s coaxing a smile out of Harper as she tends to her scrapes, so it’s just Chim and Ravi left behind to witness Eddie’s horny circle of hell, which is two people too many.

Ravi mutters something that sounds like “…owes me twenty bucks,” then pulls an abrupt about-face and speed walks away when Eddie gives him a pointed look.

Chimney—distinctly harder to intimidate, god damn it—pops his gum, his eyes wide with glee.

“Shut up,” Eddie grouses, hoping his face isn’t as red as it feels, stalking back towards the ladder truck. “Not a word.”

“Not even one? I think I deserve at least one.”

“I know where you sleep,” Eddie threatens, and walks faster.

“LAFD, make a hole,” Bobby says, shouting to be heard over the music.

The crowd of thirty-or-so sorority sisters can barely stop gawking long enough to part, whispering and giggling amongst themselves with half-finished mimosas in-hand.

“Where is he?”

“Right over here,” the young woman they’re following tells them, pointing clumsily—tipsily—towards the pool.

There’s another college-aged kid kicking and splashing in the water, his arm stuck all the way to the shoulder inside the narrow opening that leads to the filter.

“Please, get me out of this thing,” he gasps out as they approach. He’s in the deepest end and is clearly struggling to keep his head above the water, though whether that’s due to exhaustion, injury, or inexperience is hard to say. “I’ve been treading water for, like, ever.”

“Buck, in the pool,” Bobby says. “Hen, Chim, crack open that cover. Ravi, get them to power down the system if they haven’t already.”

“Shoulder is still in the socket but there’s a lot of strain on the joint,” Hen determines, peering down into the filter from the opening embedded into the pool deck itself. “And I’m really not liking the look of his wrist.”

“Let’s get him floating on his back, but keep him nice and still,” Chim decides. “And keep as much weight off the arm as possible.”

Buck finishes kicking out of his boots and dives in. He positions himself behind the victim—Jordan, he tells them, between flailing, heaving breaths—and scoops him up in an almost bridal carry, the kid’s head and shoulders resting against one arm and his legs hooked over the other. Then Buck carefully inches forward until he can grab onto the lip of the pool with his hands, keeping them steady and in-place.

“Oh my god,” Jordan squeaks, tucked snuggly in the cradle of two huge biceps and a broad expanse of chest. Same, kid.

“Just relax, I’ve got you,” Buck assures him, perfectly competent and perfectly oblivious. “How’s that, guys?”

“That’s great, Buck, can you raise him up just a little— Right there, stop.”

“There’s some kind of chain jammed in the mechanism,” Eddie calls, angling his flashlight for a better look. “Looks like a piece of jewelry he was wearing got caught, then his hand got trapped against the sidewall when it pulled him in.”

“Can you see the clasp? Is it accessible?”

“There isn’t a clasp,” Jordan tells them. “It’s welded on.”

The team turns to stare at him as one.

“You have a chain permanently welded around your wrist?” Hen asks, incredulous.

“I’ve got three of them, actually.”

“What?” Chim exclaims. “Why?”

“My alpha got them for me,” Jordan informs them. “They’re forever bracelets. It’s like an engagement ring, but for mating instead of marriage.”

Eddie pauses, schooling his expression into something less judgmental. “Your alpha made you weld a bunch of jewelry around your wrist?”

“He didn’t make me. They were a gift.”

“And does he wear a bunch of chains around his wrist, too?” Hen asks, in her most patient, most pointed mom-voice.

Jordan flushes—though admittedly, it’s a little hard to tell, given that he’s probably cold from being in the pool for so long.

“Don’t say it like that,” he complains. “It's supposed to be romantic.”

“Uh,” Buck starts, looking perplexed. “Um, but… What if you break up? Or, like, need to take it off for work or something?”

Jordan stares at him like he’s the crazy one for asking. “Did you miss the part where it’s called a forever bracelet?”

Bobby sighs. It’s a deep one.

“Ravi, pliers.”

“On it.”

Ten minutes of careful clipping and cutting, and they finally get Jordan extracted from the filter, arm intact. He’s more sore and exhausted than injured—and adamant about refusing a ride to the hospital—so Chim gets him fixed up with a sling and strict instructions to follow up at an urgent care as soon as possible.

Still, the kid looks a little miserable where he’s sitting off to the side, wet and shivering, with a towel someone found for him tucked over his shoulders, and Eddie finds himself wandering over to check on him.

“Hey, Jordan, right?” he calls out as he approaches. “You all set? Someone gonna give you a ride?”

“Yeah,” Jordan mumbles, pulling his towel tighter around himself. “My roommate's gonna take me when she gets back from class. And, um, thanks, again, for getting me out of there.”

“It’s what we’re here for,” Eddie says lightly, sitting down next to him. “But, uh, listen. I’ve never met the guy, and maybe it’s none of my business but, my two cents, one omega to another? It’s never a good sign if the person you’re dating is asking something of you that they’re not willing to do themselves. No matter what their designation is.”

Jordan deflates.

“I think I knew that, somewhere in the back of my mind,” he admits. “Becca—my roommate—she’s been telling me for weeks that I can do better, but… I don’t know. I feel like I’m supposed to have things figured out by now. Find The One, start a life together, all that jazz…”

“Kid, no one your age has it figured out,” Eddie tells him with a laugh. “And I hate to break it to you, but no one ever has it all figured out. Anyone who seems like they do is just better at faking it.”

“Joy,” Jordan mutters. “Just what I wanted to hear: a lifetime of aimless, existential dread.”

“It’s a big world out there,” Eddie tells him. “You’ll find your person. Maybe you won’t even realize you’ve found them at first, but you’ll know they’re the one because they’ll make the bad times less lonely and the good times better than they’ve ever been, just by being there with you. And they won’t be perfect— They won’t know what the hell they’re doing any more than you do, but you’ll be in it together, and that will make it all worth it. Don’t settle for less.”

Jordan levels him with an extremely skeptical look, which, okay, fair enough.

Eddie has a hard time believing it himself most days, even with the evidence to the contrary standing shoulder to shoulder with him, humming tunelessly to the radio, leaving his socks between his couch cushions, eating the last of the cereal, and replacing his laundry detergent with a fancy, ‘for sensitive skin’ variety because I know lavender makes you sneeze, Eddie, literally why would you lie about that? And! This one’s way better for the environment, so it’s a win either way. I was actually doing some research last night and did you know that Procter and Gamble is personally responsible for massive amounts of deforestation in vulnerable rainforest ecosystems around the world? What’s Procter and— Eddie! They’re the company that makes Tide!

He’s been there, is all he’s saying.

“Yeah?” Jordan scoffs. “And is this mystical unicorn of a person going to pop out of the ground or…?

As if summoned by the Greek god of Taking Your Cue, here comes Buck, walking past like a literal wet dream. He’s still dripping from the pool, his curls plastered to his forehead and the fabric of his uniform clinging to every delicious inch of him. He’s hauling a bunch of gear back to the engine so he doesn’t stop to talk, but he does flash one of those megawatt grins in their direction, wiggling the halligan at them in lieu of a wave, the fucking dweebus.

Eddie adores him.

“Nevermind,” Jordan breathes, gaze transfixed on Buck’s retreating back. “I think I found him.”

“Put your eyes back in your head, kid,” Eddie says, chuckling. “He’s not on the market.”

Jordan heaves a massive sigh, grumbling, “Of course he isn’t. And I bet his omega’s absolutely gorgeous, too.”

“Eh.” Eddie gives a casual shrug, his mouth twitching around the start of a smile. “I’m alright, I guess.”

“You two are…?” Jordan lets out a low whistle. “Damn, nice job, man. How long have you been together?”

“Either seven years, or about four hours, depending on how you want to count it,” Eddie tells him, and he laughs again when the kid’s mouth falls open. “It’s a long story.”

“But, he’s your person?”

“That man would do anything for me,” Eddie says, and that’s a truth that lives deep in the heart of him, tucked between his lungs and carved into his skeleton, an intrinsic part of his being. “He’d follow me through hell and back, because he wouldn’t want me to go there alone. He’s my best friend. He’s the love of my life.”

“Dude,” Jordan says, eyes wide. “You’re kinda, like… making me believe in true love again or some shit.”

“Eddie!” Bobby calls over suddenly, one arm raised to catch his eye. “We’re about to roll out, let’s go.”

“That’s me, then,” Eddie says, pushing himself to his feet. “Good luck with the shoulder. And the boyfriend.”

“Thanks. Good luck with yours.”

“Nah, man,” Eddie corrects with just a hint of smirk. “He’s gonna be my husband.”

#911 abc #buddie #*editor's note #*the writing desk #*final cut #the burning up variations #this just fluff and pining and (eventually) smut #does NOT take itself too seriously

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trailmix-silent · 20 hours ago

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"Millie cheated!" - why it's wrong and kinda misogynistic

I started writing this not long after the season finale, but I only finished it now. I'm sure many people have already voiced similar opinions on Millie's pregnancy reaction, but whatever. I wanted to rant about it too.

So I mainly want to address a theory that appeared soon after Sinsmas aired, and it seems many people believe in it. Many seem to think Millie cheated on Moxxie, which is why she seemed so distressed when she found out she's pregnant. I think that's pretty much the only argument behind that theory, but correct me if I'm wrong.

Honestly, not only do I not believe in this theory, but I think it's kinda ridiculous.

As we've seen throughout the show, Millie clearly loves Moxxie. As of now, they've only been married for a little over a year, and they still seem to be in the lovey-dovey phase. They flirt, compliment each other, and are just really wholesome together. Not only that, but Millie has put her life on the line numerous times to save Moxxie. From fighting a giant fish monster, to breaking into a human government facility, to single-handedly eliminating most of a mafia family. Moxxie has also saved her multiple times, like in Murder Family. It seems like there's nothing they wouldn't do for each other.

Additionally, there doesn't seem to be any issues in the bedroom. We all know Millie happily pegs Moxxie on the reg. They've also flirted in a not-so-innocent way. And let's not forget the whole spinning-and-shooting-while-making-out thing they did in C.H.E.R.U.B.

And if that wasn't enough, she has shown no interest in other potential partners. Like, anytime someone flirts with her, she either looks disgusted, or straight-up kicks them across the room.

All this to say, Millie seems to be pretty happy in her marriage, and doesn't crave any outside affection. I can't think of any reason as to why she would cheat on Moxxie. With this in mind, what other reasons could there be behind her negative reaction to her pregnancy? I have a few suggestions:

First, the pregnancy could be unplanned. Actually, that's most likely the case. Because believe it or not, a woman's natural reaction to an unplanned pregnancy is usually not to leap of joy.

Second, she could be nervous about Moxxie's reaction when he finds out. Obviously he's not gonna be mad or aggressive, I think Millie knows that. But it's possible that they haven't even discussed having children yet, so she has no idea if he'll be happy or upset. Or, on the contrary, maybe Moxxie has said he doesn't want kids. Given his severe daddy issues, he may not want to be a father himself. Whatever the case may be, an unexpected pregnancy can damage even the happiest of marriages.

Third, financial issues. IMP is a very small company, and we've seen that all the employees are struggling to pay the bills. The most recent example would be Blitzø and Stolas stealing clothes from a store. We've also seen M&M's apartment building, which looks old and run-down. Under such circumstances, taking care of and providing for a baby is not ideal.

Fourth, the dangerous conditions of their work. Both Millie and Moxxie travel to the human world to assassin people for a living. Many times, they have ended up in dire and even life-threatening situations. What if one day, one of them won't return home? I can't see them both quitting, since they seem pretty happy with their profession, and being unemployed wouldn't exactly improve their finances.

Finally, and this may sound crazy, but what if Millie just...doesn't want kids? Like, at all? That's also a very real possibility.

So, with all of this in mind, why do so many immediately accuse Millie of cheating? I'm no expert, but I think these accusations stem from some classic TV drama tropes. According to tvtropes.org, surprise pregnancies can result from a fling, an affair, a long-term relationship, or through supernatural influence. We can rule out the fling, and probably also supernatural means. So the father is either Moxxie, or an affair partner.

Cheating is a very common theme in TV shows and movies. It adds drama and conflict, which makes a plot more exciting. So I suppose it's not completely strange that some believe this is the case with Millie. Though, I believe there's more to it. I actually think this could be a case of unrealistic gender norms (just hear me out).

For much of history, women have been expected and even pressured to bear children. That has created a distorted image of what women want, that still persists today. Surely you've heard or seen someone online talking about how "all women deep down want children" or "women can only be happy as mothers". At times, this can bleed into the media we consume. How many times have you really seen a happy childless couple in a TV show? As a contrast, how many times have you seen a woman be unhappy, then she gets a child, and suddenly all her sadness is gone? Or the classic childless career woman, who's bitter and angry all the time? You get it.

Media often portrays motherhood as the happy ending for all women, which is just inaccurate, especially in modern times. More and more women are choosing not to have kids for various reasons. They live happy, fulfilled lives. It seems that this shift in society is slowly being recognized by writers and portrayed properly, which is great. However, those outdated expectations are still present.

Going back to Millie, if we look at her life, it seems that so far, she's walking the path that many women in stories have walked before. She met a good man, fell in love with him, and married him. Now they're a young happy couple who's been married for just over a year. Now there's only one thing left: children.

For a viewer who's used to this classic story, to the point where they expect it, it's not surprising that they are suspicious over Millie's reaction. On the surface, it seems she has no reason to be upset over being pregnant with her loving husband's child. Thus, by that logic: she must have cheated.

I don't really have anything else to say, so I'll wrap this up. To summarize: Millie is not a cheater, she has plenty of valid reasons to react they way she did, all women are different, and media has lied to you.

If you agree, disagree, or just wanna add something else, feel free to comment your thoughts! I'm curious about what other people think. Just...y'know...don't be a dick.

Have one last cute M&M pic:

#helluva boss #hellaverse #vivziepop #vivzieverse #helluva boss spoilers #millie #moxxie #moxxie x millie #m&m

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lacy-oh-lacy · 5 hours ago

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do you do still do hcs for marvel girls? If so, would you be willing to write something about them x stupidly innocent reader? like, reader is blissfully unaware. Waaayy to pure to be a superhero, but they still are. just a bunch of wholesome wholesomeness. :)

oh, could it also include reader not knowing much about modern earth, if at all? Similar to how confused/in awe Mantis from GOTG was when she was on earth during the christmas special ♡ thank you!

Too sweet ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆

Summary: The Marvel women's dynamics with a clueless, pure-hearted cinnamonroll reader | hcs

A/N: This is such a cute idea! sorry for the wait

CW: Very brief mentions of Valkyrie's alcoholism, kidnapping and sexual harassment

-In many regards you and Nat are opposites, she's almost as cynical as you are innocent, but one thing you have in common is your deeply rooted kindness so you get along well.

-Your earnestness almost reminds her of Steve when she first met him but dialed up to 1000, and like with him it's a lot easier to build trust with you than she usually finds it, and you generally bring out the best in her.

-She's so protective of you. Sure, you're strong and you can handle yourself, but the thought of anyone corrupting your idealism makes her violently upset, she'd defend it with her life.

-She loves your pure-hearted nature, but she hates knowing how easily it could be taken advantage of. She's always watching out for you and scaring off anyone with potentially bad intentions.

-The blind faith you have in her, even after learning about her past, honestly makes her so emotional. You see her as a hero, more so than she'd ever dared to hope she could be, and she pulls so much strength from your perception of her when she needs it.

-You and Wanda are both outsiders in your own ways, but she could only wish to have your innocence and naivety. She’d almost be bitter, but you're just too pure to resent.

-In truth she adores you, you're the shot of light she desperately needs in her dark life, and your sweet, stupidly innocent energy perfectly balances out her more thoughtful and serious personality.

-The world's rarely been anything but cruel to Wanda, so she can't relate to your enthusiasm over the place, and yet it's infectious, she loves that the simplest things can leave you in awe.

-You're actually a good influence on her, bringing her out of her shell and encouraging her to try new things, often that both of you are experiencing for the first time which is a valuable bonding experience for someone like her.

-The almost naively positive outlook you have on her, even when the rest of the world just sees a monster means so much to her, some days you're the only thing keeping her spirits up and reminding her of who she really is.

-Carol is positively smitten by you, she thinks you're just the most precious thing in the galaxy and loves having you around.

-Regardless of your age, experience or the nature of your relationship, she can't help acting like a bit of a mentor to you, because as much as she loves how wholesome you are, she's determined to make sure it doesn't get you killed.

-You really fire up her protective instincts, she's especially quick to throw punches at anyone making a gross pass at you because you're too naive to notice what creeps they are, but she never has the heart to explain to you why.

-Usually though, she's the first to explain anything you're confused about, she'll pause any conversation you're getting lost in to catch you up, always so patiently and gently without any judgment.

-She loves showing you around all her favorite places (which is an ever-expanding list with how much she travels), finding it adorable how excited you get.

-Valkyrie’s known a lot of people just as stupidly unassuming as you are, but she also never really learned how to deal with them. So nothing about you surprises her the way it does others, but she doesn't exactly get you either.

-Despite herself, she finds you ridiculously endearing though. She can hardly take you seriously most of the time, but she appreciates that someone like you exists and respects you as a hero.

-But she’s not above trying to wind you up too, though any of her teasing goes over your head anyway, and she's very quick to tell anyone else to knock it off for doing the same thing.

-She's a cynic and she doesn't sugarcoat that for you, quite the contrary, she actively warns you about the dangers of the world. It's not like she wants to crush your innocence but she doesn't want you in any easily avoidable danger either and if that makes her a buzzkill so beit.

-As odd a pair as you are, Valkyrie likes working with you. Your positivity keeps her from face-planting into a bottle, and her street smarts keep you from following strangers into unmarked vans. All and all, you make a pretty great team.

-You're kind of like an infinitely less intimidating version of Yelena, so after dealing with her, getting along with you is a piece of cake for Kate, you're probably even drawn to her like Yelena seemed to be.

-She's used to being the more wholesome optimistic one herself, so she really matches your energy, in fact you can be each other's biggest enablers, but she'll definitely be responsible enough for the both of you when she has to be.

-She's smooth enough to make up for your ‘quirky’ brand of confused social skills, always covering for you when you say something bizzare, although begrudgingly because she loves your authentic, unfiltered self.

-She finds your awe and confusion adorable, but don't worry, she efficiently catches you up on whatever you need to know as you need to know it. You're not walking into traffic on her watch.

-She honestly loves being your tour guide, your enthusiasm is just so infectious. She's shown you around basically every crevice of New York, and if she wasn't a budding superhero she'd probably take you jetting across the world just to keep seeing that sparkle in your eyes when you discover something new.

#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #carol danvers x reader #valkyrie x reader #kate bishop x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel x y/n #marvel x you #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #mcu x y/n

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chuuyascvntylovelock · 2 days ago

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FEMALE Soukoku headcanons.

-Headcanons are often inaccurate or otherwise mischaracterising, Again these headcanons my personal opinion, some I might do in the future will be nsfw or sesbian lex related but I'm not at all making that the characters whole personality in my eyes, I just like reading smut alot l.

The headcanons in this one will be visual related, I'm not at all sexualising these characters i just think this is what they would look like as females.

Dazai-

1.Dazai would have wavy hair reaching her down near the start of her forearm, The wave in her looks a little more wild bc of its breakage and frizziness, I image she doesn't really care all that much abt her hair.

2.No skin routine just water😭🫶 Had teen acne in mafia days but not as bad as Chuuya. No makeup just raw face, moisturiser? She don't know her.

3.Clothes are exactly the same as male version except of course fitted to her body, I image her bolo tie being looser and her jacket reaching lower then male Dazai

(Before next one yes i am female so i know sht okay, also its not like "aww yeah boobies" its hmm genderbended i wonder what he'll look like as a women with WOMEN body 😭✌️)

4.About the same height as male dazai but thiner, for some reason i see Dazai as a flat chested women, not to flat tho like B-C cup, I also headcanon that she got them around 15-16 and would make fun of Chuuya for her flat chest😭 She also has a average but size.

(AGAIN i am a women, I'm not talking abt this in a weird perv way i just simply am imagining what a character might look like in my eyes)

Chuuya-

(Ik Japanese ppl don't tend to have curls but this is also the same universe where a russian man dies then comes back to life in another persons body sooo)

1.Natural ginger, not a love lock anymore but she does the same type of style but just has a pony tail which she pushes onto her shoulder, natural curly and not like coils i mean ringlets, she straightens her hair ALOT tho but bc of how rich she is she is able to afford products that can still keep her natural curls healthy and strong and avoid breakage. Very much freaks out when it rains bc she dont want her hair wet, also has a 11 step hair care routine and then sleep with a silk bonnet on. Also either straight or curly her hair is frizz free, soft and shiny.

2.WILDDD skin routine like i mean she has CUPBOARDS of skincare. She doesn't even use most of it she just buys it uses it to see if she wants to fit it into her routine and if she doesn't want to she just shoves it into a packed cupboard filled with skin care makeup. Because of this she has immaculate skin. Had HORRID teen acne and thats why she has such a complex routine.

3. Same with Dazai clothes are the same, she wears boots that have a little bit of a platform to make her taller (i imagine shes shorter then male Chuuya), when shes going to work but isn't doing any physical missions and just paperwork she wears black heels to work. She has her clothes custom made bc of her small size yet larger chest, hard to find clothes that will fit her (Im talking abt this like its in my counties fitting, which prolly wouldn't provide adult sizes big enough for Chuuya).

4.as i said before shorter then male chuuya, shes thin but not so thin that its like she doesnt have organs😭, She has a larger butt then Dazai, because unlike dazai she works out at the gym yk bc shes like the main ass kicker in the mafia, bc chuuya mostly fights with her legs squats are what both female and male chuuya would do to insure flexibility and other muscle stuff😭 and squats tend to give you a bigger butt, and as i said before larger boobs so Im going to say D-E or maybe E-F.

(Also boobs are just pieces of fat and as i just described Chuuya to be small her fat would go else where via breasts)

Yeah so those are my headcanons Ima post Soukoku Relationship stuff soon😜✌️

#soukoku #headcanon #bsd #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #female beauty #bungou stray dogs #fandom

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women-in-ssports · 3 days ago

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FOREVER AND A DAY

Chapter 5 THIRD Wheel

PAIGE

Joseph sat across from Paige, his brow furrowed, the frustration clearly written on his face. He had been thinking about this for days, and now, with everything hanging between them, he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I just don’t understand why we can’t go on dates, just the two of us,” he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and hurt. He looked at Paige, waiting for her to meet his gaze, hoping for some sort of explanation that would make sense to him.

At first, Paige had said it was because he hadn’t met her parents. He had done that, and yet, it didn’t seem to change anything. Then she had told him there was something else, but she hadn’t clarified. He didn’t understand why they were always surrounded by friends, whether it was after games, practices, or random hangouts. Joseph was fine with being around their friends, but it wasn’t the same as having time alone with Paige—time to really get to know each other, outside of the chaos and expectations of everyone else.

“I do not mind her coming with us all the time if it means I get to be with you,” Joseph continued, his voice softer now, trying to be patient. “But I’d really like to have just one-on-one time with you. Outside of school, outside of games… without everyone else around.”

His heart pounded in his chest as he spoke, desperately wanting Paige to understand how important this was to him. The idea of just the two of them, enjoying each other's company, felt like a simple but crucial thing he was missing. He wasn’t asking for much—just a few hours, a quiet evening together, where they could laugh and talk, and experience things on their own, like any other couple.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes searching hers. “I just don’t get it. Why is that so hard? We barely get any time to ourselves, and I feel like we’re always... waiting for the right moment, but it never comes. I just want to be with you, Paige. Just us.”

Paige reached out to grab Joseph's hand, her fingers brushing against his with the same tenderness that had come naturally over the past few weeks. She cared about him, really, she did. He was kind, supportive, and they shared so many of the same interests. They enjoyed the same music, the same movies, even the same silly inside jokes that made their group of friends laugh.

But as her hand settled into his, something in her chest tightened, a familiar ache that she couldn’t quite explain. The feelings weren’t there. Not in the way she had expected. She liked Joseph—he was sweet and he made her laugh, and she was comfortable with him—but she never felt the spark she thought she’d have by now. The kind of spark that you see in movies, the one where the world seems to fade out when you're with someone, and everything just... makes sense.

Instead, she felt a strange emptiness, a nagging feeling that no matter how many good moments they had, something important was missing. She couldn’t help but compare what she had with Joseph to the relationships she’d read about or seen on screen. It wasn’t the passionate, thrilling kind of connection she’d imagined for herself.

And that realization made her feel guilty.

Her mind drifted back to the reason she’d been keeping her distance. It wasn’t because she didn’t like him—she did he just wasn’t her. But there was something inside her that couldn’t help but pull away when it was just the two of them.

She didn’t have the words to tell him that. Not yet.

Instead, she squeezed his hand, offering a small, apologetic smile, hoping he wouldn’t see the doubt that lingered just beneath the surface.

Joseph smiled slightly and leaned in, placing a soft, gentle peck on Paige's lips.

AZZI

Azzi had woken up hours earlier than necessary that morning. It had been a few weeks since the talk with Coach about Paige and her joining the varsity scrimmages and tournaments at the start of the season. And tonight was the night. To save time, she’d had her mom braid her hair the night before so she wouldn’t have to deal with it today. She’d also managed to fit in a good stretch during her FaceTime with a groggy Paige this morning, who could barely mumble a coherent word. Now, Azzi was walking into the cafeteria, carrying surprise breakfast smoothies for all her friends—though the one she had for Paige, the picky blonde who’d skipped breakfast, was the main reason she’d gone out of her way.

As she entered, she spotted her friends at their usual table and set the smoothies down. “Where’s the blonde?” she asked. Nike rolled her eyes and pointed to the back corner. Azzi followed her gaze and saw Paige talking with her boyfriend. He looked upset about something, and Paige was doing her best to comfort him. Azzi still needed to head to math class to ask a few homework questions before the bell rang, but she figured she’d give Paige the smoothie before she left.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Aubrey warned her quietly. Azzi shot her a confused look but shrugged it off, making her way toward Paige. Just as Azzi was about to approach, Joseph leaned in to kiss her Paige.

Azzi cleared her throat softly to grab their attention. “Morning guys,” she said, flashing a dimply smile as she held out the smoothie to Paige.

“Good morning, Azzi!” Joseph replied, looking up with a smile of his own.

It took a moment for Paige to notice the smoothie, but when she did, she reached out to grab it. “Thanks, Azzi.” her voice laced with surprise and something else—a soft, unspoken warmth. She couldn’t help but wonder, not for the first time, how this girl seemed to know exactly what she needed. Waking up at the crack of dawn to a FaceTime making Paige stretch, and then showing up with a smoothie because she knew Paige would skip breakfast? It was oddly sweet, and maybe a little… endearing. Paige couldn’t help but feel a quiet tug at her chest. There was something about Azzi’s thoughtfulness that made her feel seen in a way she wasn’t used to.

“No problem,” Azzi said with a shrug, taking a step back to head to math.

Before she could turn away, Paige called out, “You’re headed to math, right?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Great, I need to go too. I have some questions I got stuck on last night.” Paige stood up, and Azzi blinked, realizing Paige wasn’t even in the same math class. But she played along.

Paige gave Joseph a quick wave. “Okay, see you later.”

Joseph’s voice was quiet as he responded, “Yeah, see you later.”

PAIGE

As Paige and Azzi walked toward Azzi’s math class, Azzi couldn’t help but let out a small snort.

“Oh, shut it,” Paige said, playfully shoving the smaller girl in the shoulder.

“I just didn’t know we were in the same math class,” Azzi replied with a grin. “You must sit in the back or something.”

Paige rolled her eyes, her mind drifting to her conversation with Joseph that morning. She debated whether or not to tell Azzi about it. If she did, she’d have to admit to lying to both Azzi and Joseph about not being able to go on dates. It had been true at first—mainly because Joseph hadn’t met her parents yet—but not anymore. The real reason, though, was something Paige couldn’t quite put into words. She just felt more at ease when Azzi was around. Her presence made everything feel more relaxed, like the whole world wasn’t on her shoulders. And, for reasons Paige didn’t entirely understand, the dates always felt better when Azzi was there.

JOSPEH

Little did Paige know, the boys' away scrimmage that day had been switched with the boys' JV time, meaning Joseph would be back at school just in time to watch Paige’s first game. As the girls gathered on the gym floor for warmups, Joseph slipped quietly in, still in his own warmups, not having had a chance to change. His presence was immediately noticeable to Paige’s little brother, Drew, who had an eagle eye for familiar faces in the crowd.

"Joseph!!!" Drew yelled, his voice cutting through the buzz of the gym as he sprinted along the bleachers, launching himself into Joseph's arms.

"Hey, little bud," Joseph said with a grin, catching him effortlessly.

"Come sit with us! Please, please! My dad’s over there," Drew begged, his eyes wide and hopeful.

Joseph hesitated for a second. The hesitation surprised him, but he found himself nodding and following Drew through the bleachers to where Paige’s dad sat a few rows up.

The conversation with Paige this morning replayed in Joseph’s mind. Should he ask Paige’s dad about the Winter Dance? Maybe he could convince him to let them go out to dinner, just the two of them, before. He knew Paige wasn’t allowed to go out alone with him, but maybe this one time would be different. They’d be with the group for the rest of the night, after all.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Joseph turned to Paige’s dad. “Sir, I want to ask Paige to the Winter Dance, and I’d like to take her to dinner before—just the two of us.”

He hesitated, preparing for the explanation he knew he’d have to give. But to his surprise, Paige’s dad just nodded and said, “Of course, Joseph. I think Paige would love that!”

Joseph blinked, stunned. “Thank you, sir,” he said quietly, then turned back to the court.

He couldn’t help but wonder if he was a better negotiator than he thought—or if Paige had lied…

THE GAME

The game ended with a 68 - 45 win for Hopkins. Azzi had been on fire, sinking three 3-pointers, while Paige contributed with a few well-timed layups and nailed her free throws, finishing with 6 points. Considering both girls had played less than 15 minutes each, they were buzzing with energy after the win.

Azzi’s family was the first to reach the girls, gushing over them with big smiles. “You two did amazing!” they said, showering both girls with praise. It wasn’t long before Drew made his way over, bypassing her dad to find Azzi. He moved toward her, arms lifted, ready for her to scoop him up.

“Hey, boo,” Azzi grinned, lifting him effortlessly. “You better score more than us at your game tomorrow.”

“I’ll try,” Drew smiled up at her.

Meanwhile, Paige stood back, watching the scene unfold. She couldn’t help but notice the way Azzi and Drew interacted—so easy, so natural. The playful way Azzi called him “boo” had a different vibe to it, one that Paige realized she wasn’t used to seeing between Drew and anyone but her. She glanced at Drew, then back at Azzi, her mind working through an unfamiliar feeling. It wasn’t a look she’d reserve for a best friend... more like something you'd give your girlfriend.

Paige’s thoughts were interrupted when an arm suddenly slung around her shoulder. She turned, expecting to see her dad, but was surprised to find Joseph standing there instead. He gave both her and Azzi quick hugs before stepping back with a grin.

“Why are you here?” Paige asked, her voice coming out a little sharper than she meant. She immediately regretted it, realizing how it sounded. She was genuinely curious, though—he should be at his own game.

Joseph just shrugged, his grin still in place. “Had a little free time. Figured I’d watch your game. Besides, I wanted to see how you did,” he said, his voice carrying a subtle edge.

Paige blinked, a little thrown off. She was used to Joseph’s laid-back attitude, but something in his tone felt... different. Like there was more behind his words than he was letting on.

But Joseph recovered quickly, his grin widening. “No, our game got switched with the JV’s, so I got back in time to watch you two ball out,” he explained, as casual as ever.

Paige felt a flicker of relief, but that moment of tension still lingered in the back of her mind. Was it just her, or had there been something more in his tone?

Everyone around them seemed oblivious to the small shift in the mood, but Azzi noticed. She could feel the quiet tension between Paige and Joseph, something unspoken hanging in the air. Without skipping a beat, she placed her hand on Paige’s shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze.

"Ready to go celebrate, Paige?" Azzi asked, her voice light but carrying an edge of understanding. She glanced at Joseph for a second before adding, “You too, Joseph. A few of the other boys are joining us.”

The moment felt like it snapped back into place, but something in Paige’s chest tightened at Azzi’s touch. She smiled, trying to shake it off. “Yeah, let’s go,” she said, her voice a little quieter than usual.

Joseph nodded, already drifting toward the other players, but Paige couldn’t help but catch Azzi’s eye. There was something unspoken between them, a feeling that lingered just under the surface. Paige couldn’t put her finger on it, but it was enough to make her heart beat a little faster.

LET’S CELEBRATE

Despite both Paige and Joseph making it to the basketball party at Dorka’s house after the game with the rest of the group, they didn’t seem to stick around Azzi and Paige’s usual circle of friends. Instead, they shifted toward the seniors, the ones Joseph was more familiar with, blending into their group as if the two girls didn’t exist in the same space anymore.

Azzi noticed it first, her eyes following Joseph and Paige as they blended into the senior group. Paige, trying to focus on the party, felt a pang in her chest as she watched Azzi, Aubrey, Nika, Ice, and Caroline laughing and playing beer pong, not seeming to care she wasn’t with them.

The feeling hit her harder than she expected—like she was being left behind. Azzi glanced over, meeting her eye for a brief moment, but Paige just forced a smile and tried to shake it off. The knot in her chest didn’t loosen.

TIME JUMP - FEBRUARY - AZZI

Azzi sat on the bleachers before practice, bouncing a basketball between her legs, lost in thought. She glanced up just in time to see Paige slip into the gym on the far side, but she didn’t smile, didn’t say anything. She just kept dribbling, her focus sharp, though her mind felt scattered.

The air between them had shifted, but neither of them seemed to acknowledge it—or admit it. The change was small, subtle, but anyone who knew them could feel it. After the dance, Paige had pulled away more and more. Azzi had to see the pictures of Paige getting ready on Instagram the next day, wondering why she hadn’t been the one helping her pick out the dress or curling her hair. It wasn’t like they were mad at each other—there was no fight, no argument. They still hung out outside of basketball, still texted. But it was different. There was a quiet wall between them now, neither was brave enough to address.

Azzi didn’t understand why. She just knew something had changed.

But every time Paige glanced over at her—her eyes lingering for just a second too long—Azzi couldn’t help but feel the weight of something she didn’t know how to name.

#azzi and paige #pazzi

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optimisticgrey · 3 days ago

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Baldur's Gate 3 Tav Ask List - Celeste

Picture by the wonderful @swordsbardkat

Done by @euryalex Original Post here

Tagging @worfs-glorious-hair @tociminna @rouxelf @vermilionskiinmorning @queerdrow @avabjorna36 @painfullstorms-blog @darcydekarios @astarioffsimpmain @jeneralmischief

but no pressure! 💖

• Origin & Class

1. What is their backstory and why did you choose it?

She was born with a natural connection to the Arcane. Yet, despite her innate potential, she had never been formally trained as a sorceress. Such pursuits were dismissed as irrelevant for the daughter of Bhaal.

Her upbringing allowed no room for exploration or nurturing of her magical gifts. Meditation, torture, seduction and absolute servitude to the Lord of Murder had dominated her life from the moment she learned to walk. Every breath she took, every lesson she endured, was steeped in the shadowy, violent doctrine of her father’s legacy.

The lessons she learned were not those of spells or incantations, but of cruelty, obedience, and survival. Where others might have studied scrolls or practiced with mentors, she had been honed like a blade: sharpened through pain, refined through loss, and tempered by the unyielding expectations of her bloodline.

Still, her magic remained, a quiet rebellion against the life carved out for her. It was a part of her that refused to be silenced, no matter how tightly the chains of servitude were wound. Even as she bowed her head to Bhaal's will, the Arcane burned within her, waiting for the day she would claim it as her own.

2. What is their class (+ subclass) and why did you choose it?

Sorceress + Bard, because I like the idea of entertaining the troupe in the evening.

3. Do they multiclass? Why (not)?

Celeste always harbored a quiet love for music. Even as a child, she found solace in the melodies she would hum to herself, moments stolen in the rare quiet of her otherwise harrowing life.

But in the house of Bhaal, such pleasures were not encouraged. Music was a distraction, a frivolity unworthy of the daughter of the Lord of Murder. Instruments were not tools of power; they were trinkets for the weak. Her handlers ensured her days were filled with discipline and darkness, leaving no space for the softer pursuits of harmony or expression.

Still, Celeste clung to it in secret. She would fashion flutes from hollowed reeds or bones or draw strings taut across scraps of wood when no one was watching. Her creations were crude, but they made sound, and that was enough. She would practice late into the night, her melodies soft and sorrowful.

Music became her refuge. It was a language beyond words, beyond bloodlines. A language where she could exist as something other than a vessel for her father's will.

When she finally broke free, her music took on new depth, tinged with both grief and hope. It became part of her magic, woven into her spells and her very essence. For Celeste, music was not merely an art. It is an act of rebellion, a declaration of her freedom, and a reminder that she could choose who she wanted to be.

4. Is there a reason why your Tav starts out as Level 1?

The amnesia that came with the tadpole lead to her experiencing basically everything for the first time.

5. Does your Tav have family members? Are they close?

Well, that didn't go well with Orin. But Celeste had a younger sister who she killed in a duell at a young age.

6. Does your Tav have any friends from their past? Are they still friends?

None.

7. Does your Tav have connections to other characters (I.e.: NPCs)?

She remains close with everyone from their troupe but only starts building connection with others after she moved to Waterdeep.

8. Where did your character live before the events of the game?

In the "beautiful" Bhaal Temple below Baldur's Gate

9. Does your Tav have a different class/race/origin than in the game? (I.e.: Your Tav is Aasimar, fisherman backstory ...)

Nope, just a daugther of Bhaal....

10. What was your Tav like as a child?

She prefers not to remember what ever memories come back over time.

• Prologue

11. What goes through your Tav's head when they wake up on the Nautiloid? Are they scared or do they push those feelings aside to focus on escaping?

Celeste was pissed. Her head hurt, she was basically naked and had not recollection of who or where she was. Or why.

Her first reaction to emotional overwhelm was usually anger but she did not know it at that point, so the vulnerability of her situation was new to her.

Then, in her defense, everything was new.

12. How does your Tav feel about Us? Did they free them, maim them or leave them behind?

Though unable to shed the echoes her heritage in the beginning, Celeste is a gentle person. She freed us and took it with her.

13. What was your Tav's first reaction to Lae'Zel?

Amusement and curiosity. She knew Lae'Zel was a brilliant fighter and without knowing why, she respected it.

14. What was your Tav's first reaction to Shadowheart?

Someone needed help, so she helped.

15. Does your Tav use their Arcana knowledge to free Shadowheart or do they use the rune found in the next room?

Arcane knowledge though she was unaware where it came from or how she learned it.

16. Does your Tav help the mindflayer against Commander Zhalk or do they run straight to the helm?

Of course. Bloodshed is fun!

17. Does your Tav's starting armor reflect them? If not, what would they wear instead?

I designed her with light leather armor but no clothes underneath. Celeste prefers more revealing clothes with less leather.

18. If you could, would your Tav see any of the other companions? If so, how would they react?

She would have tried to free every single one of them.

19. What's your Tav's personality like at the start of the game? Does it change as the game goes on?

She is eager to help others, mostly because she is unable to help herself. The lost self, the fear of what she might discover and learn about herself threatens to consume her.

20. Finally, what does your Tav feel as the Nautiloid crashes? Are they scared? Are they thinking of a way to survive?

She did not anticipate to survive but there was no real time to talk about it.

• Act 1 21. Which companion do you get first? If you get Shadowheart first no matter what, who's the second one?

Shadowheart, Astarion, Gale.

22. What is your Tav's first impression of the other companions (Astarion, Gale, Karlach, Wyll ...)

Shadowheart: Curiosity and relief as she freed her on the nautiloid. A little suspicios but 5/7 would fuck, not romantically interested

Astarion: Insufferable, undeservedly arrogant idiot, but somehow stunningly beautiful. 7/7 would fuck

Gale: What an idiot. How can he consider himself a real mage and get stuck in a sigil? But charming. 5/7 would fuck

Wyll: Oh fuck me, a white knight. A cute one, that is but the way he talks and behaves. Fuck no. 2/7, only if necessary, not romantically interested

Karlach: What a striking woman! Let's be friends! 3/7 but not romantically interested

23. What's their opinion of Emerald Grove? Do they help the tieflings or side with the druids?

Celeste liked Aradin, but Zevlor's concern for the children stirred something soft inside her, a feeling she didn’t quite understand, but it felt right. When Gale supported her diplomatic approach, she felt encouraged. Helping the tieflings seemed like the thing to do, especially since Kagha was, in her words, a cunt.

24. How does your Tav feel about Mol and her friends?

Celeste deeply cared for the children, helping them in any way she could. She felt a strong connection to them, though she couldn’t quite understand why.

25. What does your Tav think of Aradin?

See 23

26. What does your Tav think of the Raphael?

A pompous, idiotic devil who wanted her to act without revealing his own motives. Her first instinct was to decline, and looking back, she was grateful she did.

27. Does your Tav adopt Scratch and the Owlbear cub? Did you name him?

Of course she does. The owlbear cup is occasionally referred to as "Potatoes" because Gale feeds it potato peels when he's cooking but has no real name

28. What does your Tav think of Auntie Ethel? What do they tell Mayrina?

She liked Auntie Ethel, such a cute old lady! So sad she turned out to be a hag and had to be killed. Sorry for Mayrina but apparently, existence is pain. She still felt for her, though.

29. What does your Tav do about the Goblin camp? Do they free Halsin or side with Minthara? What's their opinion of them?

As Celeste tries to do the good thing everytime she can, she freed Halsin but slays Minthara as she was conceived as one of the leaders.

30. Who does your Tav think of when they go to sleep at the goblin/tiefling party? Or are they lucky and do they get to spend the night with the person they want?

Celeste sang, danced and entertained the guests to the best of her abilities. As she had already started an affair with Astarion, she was surprised about Gale's drunk confession, so she went to be alone to think and sort her thoughts.

31. What does your Tav think of the Underdark and the Myconids?

An absolutely fascinating species she would have loved to study and know more about. Sadly, the time to return to them has yet to be made.

32. Does your Tav help Glut or do they fight him?

Celeste considered him to be the mushroom equivalent of a fascist, so he was killed.

33. Do you bring the potion ingredients to Omeluum and, if so, did you drink it? Did you barter for his ring?

She collected all the ingrediences, clinging to the hope he might be able to help and deeply disappointed when his awful potion did not do anything useful. She claimed the ring as compensation.

34. Does your Tav react to the Sussur flower (Sorcerer) or how would they react if it affected them?

She did and shared a quacking joke with Gale about it but made sure, Karlach carried them until they were stored at camp.

35. Do they deliver Nere's head to the Myconids and save the slaves?

Absolutely. She disliked drow for a reason unknown to her, so cutting of his head was mandatroy.

36. Did your Tav fight the Forge Protector? How did the fight go for them?

Yes, they won :) Though They all needed new boots afterwards and some intense healing for all of the burn marks.

37. Did your Tav go to Creche Y'llek? Did they know something was up with the healer?

They visited the Creche because Lae'zel insisted. Initially, it was not planned to fight everyone but when in Rome....

38. Did your Tav deface the portrait of Vlaakith?

She did not, as her survival instincts took precedence in that moment, and she chose to prioritize her will to live over defying such a foul god.

39. Did your Tav get the Blood of Lathandar?

The statues were found on accident but yes, she took the Blood of Lathandar and got yelled at by Astarion later.

40. Did your Tav agree to kill the Guardian or did they go talk to them instead?

The guardian was already hostile when Celeste approached him, so there was no option to let him live.

• Act 2 41. Which way did they take? Monestary road Did they run into Elminster?

Yes.

What was their opinion of his news for Gale?

Celeste was horrified by his proposal and spent the night talking Gale through his feelings. She was deeply worried about him and the impact this had on his mental health.

42. How does your Tav react to the shadow curse? Are they scared of the dark?

She disliked it but her worries were soothed when she realized a mere torch could prevent damage and allow for save passage.

43. What does your Tav think of Jaheira and the Harpers?

She knew stories about Jaheira before Karlach was so happy about meeting her childhood hero.

Perceiving Jaheira as a skilled and experienced fighter, she understood her position and caution.

44. What does your Tav think of Isobel?

A weird young woman with despicable make up but apparently someone able to help.

45. Does your Tav help Mol win against Raphael?

Of course.

46. Does your Tav help Astarion make a deal with Raphael?

He was his own man and could make his own choices. No help was needed.

47. Does your Tav help Markus or do they warn Isobel?

Celeste instinctively sided with Isobel as she was protecting the Last Light Inn.

48. Does your Tav steal the moonlantern from Kar'Niss or do they fight him?

She followed the Drider carefully and in hopes to reach Moonlight Towers but sided with the Harpers the first chance she got.

49. How does your Tav react to Ketheric Thorm? What about his family (Gerringothe Thorm, Malus Thorm ...)?

Just a vile old man unwilling to die. Despicable in choices and arrogance.

Thaniel had insisted he had to die, so he had to die.

50. Does your Tav save the tieflings & gnomes?

At the first chance she had, yes.

51. What does your Tav think of the Gauntlet of Shar?

An interesting and fun challenge, especially the library. She thought it hilarious to be in an library that forbid Gale to speak.

52. What does your Tav think of Dame Aylin?

A striking and strong woman who inspires worship but also demanded obedience.

53. Did your Tav help Art Cullagh?

Most certainly. Halsin insisted he needed help, so they went to the House of Healing to collect his belongings and slay the Doctor and his nurses.

54. What did your Tav tell Arabella about her parents?

Celeste promised to look for them although she already knew they were dead. It was important to get Arabella to safety.

55. Did your Tav reunite with Us?

Yes!

56. What did your Tav think of the Mindflayer colony?

Foul smelling, most vile place to be but a path that needed to be crossed to reach their goal: kill Katheric Thorm.

57. Did your Tav free Zevlor? Did they free Mizora?

She freed everyone, although the thought to get rid of Mizora was tempting.

58. Did your Tav complete the Brain Node puzzle?

Yes, first try.

59. Did you use the Minds you find on the head near the brain node puzzle?

No.

60. Did you clear Moonrise Towers of the shadow curse?

Of course she did.

• Act 3

61. How does your Tav feel about Baldur's Gate? Is it their home? Is it their first time in the city?

It felt strangely familiar, though she couldn’t pinpoint why or where this feeling originated. She recognized the roads, certain taverns, and market stalls, moving through the city with ease as if she had been here before.

62. What's their first impression when they enter Rivington?

No certain feeling. just another way they had to cross to reach their goal.

63. If Shadowheart got a new haircut, how does your Tav react?

She loved it. Go girl!

64. What does your Tav do with the trapped kids' toys?

She donated the toys (I think, not quite sure)

65. Does your Tav go to the circus? Do they like the activities?

Karlach was so eager to visit the circus, so they went to check it out. It turned out to be a super fun and surprisingly relaxed day until they meet the clown.

She finished the love quiz with both Halsin and Gale.

66. Does your Tav help with the murder investigation?

Absolutely.

67. Does your Tav meet Tara? What's their opinion?

AA brilliant and intriguing creature, Celeste was eager to meet her and even more thrilled to be invited to dinner by Gale.

68. What does your Tav do with the Mindflayer in the windmill?

She did not encounter him.

69. Does your Tav run into Orin? If so, what's their first opinion?

Yes, at the Circus. She was shocked at the revelation she is a Bhaalspawn but not surprised.

70. Does your Tav make a deal with Raphael?

To Gale's disapproval, she did.

71. Does your Tav 'spend time' at Sharess' Caress?

Oh very much so. Halsin was eager to share the Drow twins.

72. How does your Tav enter the city?

Investigation pass.

73. Do they free Florrick?

As soon as she can.

74. What do they do at Gortash' coronation?

While Gortash hinted they were lovers, Celeste stood mostly quiet and spent a good amount of time to calm Karlach. Only to get into a fight with Gale after the coronation.

75. What does your Tav do with the serial killer running rampant?

She killed every single shapeshifter she encountered. After Gortash's revelation, she made sure to soothe as much of the pain her actions had caused as possible.

76. Does your Tav tell Dame Aylin about Lorroaken? Do they help her fight him?

What a question! Of course she told her and aided her in the fight. He was mean to Gale afterall.

77. Does your Tav go to the House of Hopes? If so, do they sleep with Haarlep?

She went to the House of Hope and freed hope but did not sleep with Harleep - Gale was still pissed and it was not the right time ;)

78. Does your Tav help the Wavemother?

No.

79. Does your Tav rescue the prisoners in the Iron Throne?

Yes, all of them while nearly sacrificing herself.

80. Does your Tav free the slaves from Steel Watch Foundry? Do they side with the Gondians or with Wulbren?

Wulbren was basically a terrorist, so all slaves were freed and the Gondians saved. She managed to negotiate a truce afterwards.

81. If you saved Oskar in Act 1, did you meet him again? If so, did you help him? Did you side with the Mystic Carrion or with Thrumbo?

Yes, she freed him in Act 1, but upon reaching Baldur's Gate, she became so consumed by her own struggles and the revelations about her past that she forgot to check on him.

82. What does your Tav do with the Counting House robbery?

Celeste investigated it and freed Minsk.

83. Does your Tav reunite with Mayrina? Do they fight Auntie Ethel? Do they save Vanra?

No.

84. Does your Tav find all of Dribbles' body parts?

Yes.

85. Who did Orin abduct from your party?

Lae'zel

86. Did your Tav complete the trial of Bhaal?

She did, killing her grandfather and learning more about her past than she wanted to know.

87. Did your Tav side with Gortash or did they agree to kill him for Orin?

She killed all of them.

88. Does your Tav successfully resist the Nether Brain?

Yes.

89. Does your Tav side with the Emperor or do they free Orpheus? Do they become Illithid to use the Nether Stones or does one of their companions do it? Do they give the Nether Stones to the Emperor/Orpheus?

Celeste decided to side with Orpheus and turn on the Emperor, handing the stones to Orpheus.

90. Do they betray the Emperor/Orpheus/their companions for the Absolute?

No but she killed Orpheus as he requested.

• Epilogue

91. Does your Tav get a happily ever after?

Two versions:

Celeste moved to Waterdeep and married Gale, letting Halsin leave for Reithwin. Described in A Song of Love and Loss

Celeste went to Reithwein with Halsin, as Gale tried to force a choice and went to Waterdeep without her. Described in You are everything.

92. Where does your Tav end up after defeating/siding with the Nether Brain?

She did not.

93. What do you think happens to the party, afterwards? Do they go for drinks? Do they go their separate ways?

They all saw each other regularly but Celeste decided to visit Reithwin more frequently.

94. Years after the game, what do you think your Tav is up to?

She enjoyes peace and quiet now. Reading, cooking, gardening. Visiting her friends and tending to the community she has build.

95. What do you think of your Tav's development throughout the game? If you compared them to who they were at the start, what would be different?

Celeste's journey was initially driven by anger and fear, but as time passed, she discovered a softer, more compassionate side of herself. The revelation of her Bhaalspawn heritage devastated her, but it also fueled her determination to atone for the darker deeds of her past life.

• Companions 96. Does Lae'Zel remain loyal to Vlaakith, or does she follow Orpheus? Or neither?

She followed Orpheus and took his dragons back to her plane of existence.

97. Does Astarion kill Cazador? Does he remain a vampire spawn or does he complete the ritual?

He killed Cazador but Celeste was able to talk him out of the ritual.

98. What does Gale want? The crown for himself? For Mystra? Or has he given up on chasing power?

Her biggest achievement: Gale chose her over power and handed the Crown over to Mystra.

99. Did Wyll get freed from Mizora? Did he save his father?

Yes and yes.

100. Did Karlach get upgraded? Did she turn Illithid? Did she return to Avernus? If so, did Tav join her, or Wyll, or both?

Karlach's heart was upgraded every chance they had but returend to Avernus with Wyll.

101. Did your Tav recruit Minsc? What's their opinion of him?

Of course! He is one of her best friends now.

102. Did Shadowheart turn to Selûne or did she remain loyal to Shar? Did she free her parents or let them go?

She did turn to Selune but it took time. Her parents were freed, they settle in Reithwein together.

103. Did Tav help Jaheira with the Harpers?

She did. Celeste and Jaheira remain good friends, visiting regularly. Celeste even works with the Harpers in Waterdeep.

104. Who did your Tav romance? How did this romance develop throughout the game? What happened at the end?

Initially, Celeste fell for easy sex with Astarion and enjoyed the carelessness of it. As they grew closer, they decided on a non sexual but deeply intimate friendship.

She romanced Gale and fell for him, hard. Celeste ended up marrying him.

Celeste also romanced Halsin which was hard for Gale in the beginning. It took long talks about trust, jealousy, insecurities and different relationship styles before he was able to make peace with it.

105. Anything you want to say about your Tav! Give a random headcanon, answer a random question, say whatever you want!

Celeste prefers coffee over tea, piano over violin, and crunchy veggies over meat.

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