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Do you really have to pretend to be normal though /silly I like gore and stuff but I agree with only being in an art sense. Ollie is good at murder apparently. -đ
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yeah though! horror can be a really cool artform for exploring certain topics and examining them in an allegorical sense... but obv like don't kill people irl duh??? hello???
and ya oliver is... evil sometimes
#ask#i made that image a while ago ahkjdhskjg but it is SO FUNNY TO ME#ever since i got the new official oliver pngs ive been going insane its like playing w/ a messed up dress up doll HSKJDGH#HAVE YA SEEN HIS SONGS i mean. 1) i know the songs arent necessarily indicative of character but its funny#2) its mostly steampianist to blame i think LMAO but its ok i love steampianist đ©âïžđ they use gumi so well too#NAH BUT a friend and i (you know who you are >;)) have come up w/ certain things... oliver straight up needs to go to jail in some of these#HELP he's a menace to society... but he's ur friend <3#again thats one of the best things abt voca and also the funniest; how u can make ur own interpretations basically.#THE STARK CONTRAST FOR OLIVER HCS HKSDJGH. usually its either sweet pure innocent baby who knows nothing or straight up serial killer#ITS SO FUNNY#star anon ollie
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reblogging again to put some of my comments in the tags ;)
NIGHT FLOWER: part i
Your place in the world was one of a tool. This was true of every slave: you were all things to be used. Kakavasha understood this about you, and he understood this about himself. It was how he survived all those years ago, and itâs how he survives now. And so, when Aventurine goes into his first heat in years and decides to suffer it alone, you can only think of one way to get him to accept your help: You offer to let him use you.
written for @/lorelune's spring fever collab & @ficsforgaza
13.5k words of omegaverse, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, angst with an eventual happy ending. gn alpha reader + omega aventurine (they each have both amab and afab genitalia). explicit piv sex, reader bottoms, the sex is consensual but emotionally complicated and deeply sad. cw slavery, racism, gendered violence, including very brief and non-graphic (but direct) references to sexual abuse during slavery. the sa and slavery are not eroticized. dead dove do not eat, mdni.
thank you to @acerathia, @minnaci, @owlespresso for all your help with beta reading and to @kosmiccarma for brainstorming omega aventurine hcs!
âIâve alwâââ lâved âââ, Kaââvâsââââ
You knew it from the moment you met him.
Gaunt, pallid, weighed down by heavy chains. Irises that glowed like the auroras back in your world. Delicate features that made every passerby in the market stop to read the description on the placard. (Sigonian, it said, although you couldnât read at the time. Avgin. Male. Omega. Sixteen years old. Sixty Tanba, no tax.) He had an all-consuming scent that was impossible to ignoreâone that possessed you, made your heels dig into the dirt, every atom in your body resisting the impatient jerk of the chains at your wrist. Even through your muzzle, through the perpetual stench of carbon-steel and blood, you could smell it: honey and wildflowers. A fragrance that settled deep within you, flooded you with a warmth that felt like home.
Aventurine is not a spiritual person. He once told you this, his smile cold in the glow of an artificial moon. He'd been deeply religious as a child, but hasnât since cared for fairy tales about fortune and fate, three-eyed goddesses or merciful rainfalls. Hasn't thought about anything like a destined love. He thinks the idea of a true mate is laughable, that no such bond could ever be forged between an omega and an alpha. That nothing so unconditional could ever exist.
You know differently, of course. You've known it from the moment you met him, from the second you laid eyes on him and thought, I need to help you, and I need to protect you, and I need you to be safe, and youâd never once heard the word âloveâ in your lifeâslaves are never loved by their masters, after all, and you'd always been nothing but a slaveâbut every atom of your being knew that you loved him, that you'd always love him.
And when your master cradled your face that night and crooned that he owned you, that you'd always be his obedient, alpha petâfor the first time in your life, you knew that he was wrong.
You didn't belong to your slaver.
You belonged to him.
To Kakavasha.
These days, Aventurine does not smell like honey, and your jaw is not restrained.
Your muzzle was one of the first things that Aventurine threw away when he bought your freedom. According to the Amber Era system, it had been several months since the murder of your shared master. Ninety-five Star Calendar days after the Interastral Peace Corps had arrested Kakavasha. An entire rotation around the black hole at the centre of your wretched galaxy, all of which had been spent in the captivity of some new mistress. She picked you out because she liked your calming scent and the look of your face, but mostly she used you for the fighting pits just like your old master.
Aventurine had been sitting in the audience of your final match, then bought you out right after you won. âIâm in need of a fighter,â heâd said, smiling in his thick furs and jewels. He played the part of a slavemaster perfectly, his gloved hands wandering the span of your aching shoulders, touching the bloodied maw of your mask. âAnd Iâd be willing to pay top credit for yours.â
She protested. You were her most prized possession, one of her greatest investments. Slaves from your planet were hard enough to come byâalphas capable of reproduction, nearly impossible. And you were so well-behaved, so poised, so endearing in a way that was rare for alphas. She was fond of you. Her omega slaves were fond of you too. They would be distraught if you left, and that would complicate her household affairsâand surely Aventurine, as a respectable owner of human capital like herself, could understand how inconvenient that would be?
Aventurine bared his teeth in a gracious smile. (Youâd never seen Kakavasha make such an expression beforeâso disarming, so cunning, a crescent moon beneath snake eyes. Heâd never smelt like this either, like an expensive cologne layered with bleach, and it left you feeling nauseous, wondering if he was ill.) He flirted his way into her good graces, made her an offer she couldnât refuse, and then he brought you into the first-class ship on which heâd arrived. You were so stunned by its luxuryâthe handwoven carpets, the crushed velvet seats, the imported tea from several galaxies away and the custom-ordered outfit he had bought for youâthat you nearly missed the tremble in his hands as he punched numbers into the remote control lock for your chains.
He had regained his composure by the time he pulled away your muzzle, though. He threw it carelessly to the groundâyour titanium chains, too. Then kicked both away with his shined leather shoes.
âThere,â Aventurine said, smiling cheerfully. âMuch better, donât you think?â
âVashaââ you started, voice thick with wasted grief, and all you wanted to was reach for him, to double check that he was real, but he placed a finger to your lips and stopped you. You stiffened at the satin touch, but he seemed unbothered.
ââAventurineâ,â he corrected.
You stared blankly. âWhat?â
ââAventurineâ. Like the gemstone. Thatâs my name now.â
âYouââ Your voice caught in your throat. You realized that youâd been holding your breath. You always had the habit of holding your breath in the luxurious, private rooms of very rich men, because you never liked what happened in them. Forcing yourself to breathe, you asked, âYou gave yourself a new name?â
âNo. The IPC gave me a new name. They gave me a job, too.â
âA job?â you asked, voice faint. Now that you were breathing again, you were noticing once more just how bizarre he smelled. Sterile and expensive and completely foreign. âYouâre free now?â
âWell, Iâm a freedman, but I donât know if Iâd call myself free. Iâm a bit⊠indebted to the IPC, letâs say. But thatâs fine. I canât complain. I meanâlook around. This beats the fighting pits, doesnât it?â He gestured lazily at your surroundings, and you nodded.
âItâs nice here,â you replied, feeling absurd but not knowing what else to say. Once Kakavasha got talking, it was impossible to get a word in edgewise.
âYou like it here? Good. This roomâs yours. Mine is the next one over. Youâll live and work here, with me. Iâll make sure youâre paid well. Full benefits, vacation, salary, and overtime. The standard pay for your role is seventy-thousand credits per month, but Iâll see if I can get you more. HR is pretty strict about their hiring policies, butââ
âYouâre hiring me?â
Aventurine went very still, his smile tightly controlled. His eyes remained fixed on you, but they seemed less snake-like, now. They looked more familiar. More afraid.
âIâm offering, yes,â he said neatly. âYouâll be part of my personal security detail. I donât have the contract for you to review yet, unfortunately. I didnât arrange one ahead of time because, wellââhe laughed, as if this were polite conversation and he were making a joke about the weatherââI didnât know if Iâd find you alive. But things worked out in my favour. They always work out in my favour. Iâll make sure theyâll work out in your favour too, so long as youâre with me. So youâll consider it, wonât you? Staying withâworking for me, I mean.â
Your eyes went soft. Beneath the artificial fragrance, you finally caught a hint of his familiar scentâmore wildflower than honey at that moment, the way it always is when heâs scared.
âKakavashaââ
âName your price,â he said loudly, âand Iâll match it.â
You sighed. âVasha,â you said more gently, and his shoulders relaxed at the subvocal shift in your timbre, at the famed alpha Voice that necessitated your muzzle, âI donât care about the money. Of course Iâll stay here. Butâwhat happened? Why did you kill him yourself? Why didn't you let me do it? That was the plan. It was always supposed to be me.â
It was my job, you thought then, just as you had thought to yourself every night, curled up in your bed and trying to recall the scent of fresh honey, to keep you safe.
He shrugged and said, âIt would have been too risky to involve you.â
âYou were caught and sentenced to death. The risk was already too high.â
âBut the stakes werenât,â he replied simply, and before you could ask what he meant by that, he continued, âand it worked out, didnât it? I work for the IPC. You work for me. Weâre freedmen now. Whatever I've lost, it doesn't matter. Our gains far outweigh it.â
âAnd what have you lost, Vasha?â
He smiled at you, charming and distracting. A crescent moon beneath snake eyes. âNothing of value,â he reassured you, and even though you could feel the calm of an omegaâs voice washing over you, even though it released all the tension in your body, all you could smell was cologne and wildflowers, and you knew that he was lying.
Vasha once told you, curled up and quiet on the basement floor, that he despised his eyes. They were supposed to be a sign of blessing from Gaiathra Triclops, but they'd never brought him anything but trouble. They were the first thing that the slavers always noticed about him, the feature that made him such an alluring commodity. Their aurora glow, their strange beauty, their promise of a rare opportunity: a chance at owning a specimen of an exotic, endangered species, possibly the last of its kind. These are all things that you've heard in the parlour of your masterâs house as he entertained rich company, the crowd of them gawking at his human curios.
Avgin are said to make the most beautiful slaves, he'd often say. And Avgin omegas are said to be the most beautiful among them. What do you all think? They'd all hum, peering closely at Kakavashaâs features, and inevitably someone would joke, I think I'd like to borrow him sometime, and then they would all laugh while your pulse ticked up and you imagined tearing at their throats. Vasha would search for your gaze in these moments, giving you a long, pointed look: Don't do anything stupid.
Heâd always been so blasĂ© about it, the way people fixated on his Avgin blood. You'll never understand how. He didn't react to any of the comments, the groping, the innuendos. He was, however, distinctly unimpressed at the way that your master liked to play him up as a rare and expensive acquisition, as a sign of his own status. It's embarrassing to watch, Kakavasha had remarked. Everyone knows that Sigonian slaves are uncommon but cheapâpeople always think weâll bring them more trouble than our worth. This was how Kakavasha had ended up in the market in the first place: because his last master had been robbed, and he'd been wrongly blamed for it.
The blame, to this day, has never stopped. Peopleâpowerful people, politicians, businessmen, socialitesâlook at Aventurineâs eyes and immediately reach for their pockets. You've seen it for yourself, these spineless despots and scammers feeling for their wallets. Sigonian, you know they're thinking. Liar, cheat, thief, whore, worthless, worthless, worthless. Your hands tighten around your blade each time, a loaded gun with a finger on the trigger.
Alphas are said to be violent by nature. Aventurine has often called you the one exception to this rule: the most docile, good-hearted alpha he's ever met. But this is a lie. You do have a predator instinct, and it comes out in full-force whenever youâre around these particular types of men. These types who notice Aventurineâs eyes and see a thief; these monsters who see his irises and imagine what it would be like to bed him. Youâd kill them if you could. It would be so easy, especially now that you are an IPC dog. The Company is already such a violent force; what would be one more murder?
But Aventurine has never ordered you to punish anyone. (Don't do anything stupid, he always tells you with a glance, smiling through every humiliation.) Nor has he ever seemed bothered enough by these meetings to try concealing his heritage.
A fellow Asset Liquidation Specialist once asked why he didn't just hide his eye colourâit would likely be better for fostering relationships, negotiating dealsâbut Aventurine had shrugged it off. I'm a gambler working with the IPC, he'd said. Do you really think a pair of coloured contacts would make anyone trust me? He'd laughed, and his voice had carried a threatening edge, and his coworker had shifted visibly at it. Being an Avgin is the least threatening thing about me, wouldn't you say?
You think that Aventurine likes being seen as a threat. Sometimes you wonder if this is why he doesn't mind wearing his eyes so much, but abhors keeping his scent. He washes his clothes until they're free of his disarming sweetness and then masks himself with an unsettling blend of ambergris, jasmine, and wood. And he is on suppressants all the timeâhasnât had a single heat since the day he killed his master. Hasn't smelled like himself, either.
At the end of the day, itâs manageable being an Avgin in this business, he often comments, spraying half a bottle of masking cologne on himself, but you can't be an Avgin and an omega. Wouldnât you agree?
You'd know better than me, you reply, noncommittallyâand truthfully.
But you're an alpha, he observes. Don't you have an opinion?
You don't pay me to have opinions, you always remind him, stone-faced. You pay me to stand here and look scary. And Aventurine always laughs at this, and he always wires you money and calls it a bonus as he pesters you for an answer, and he always gets distracted and starts scrolling through all his shopping wishlists instead. I saw this thing the other day and thought of you. And this too. Would you like either of them? Would you like them both? Iâm a very generous manager, you know. I'll buy you anything you like.
But even though he always gets distracted, Aventurine never forgets. Sooner or later, he inevitably circles back to these questionsâthese anxieties about his scent, about his eyes, about his blood. He never cares for anyone elseâs opinions, but he's always been curious about yours. Even when he was Vasha, he wanted to know what you thought.
Heâd been sixteen years old and delirious with heat the first time he asked you, face wrinkling with pain as he spilled his thoughts. It was so incoherent, so sad, you thought it must have been about a fever dream. Mama Fenge, he kept saying. Mama Fenge blessed me, She blessed me, I'm blessed, it rained when I was bornâdid you know that? My luck, I was lucky. The Katicans, they never caught me. They got everyone else, but not me. I was blessed by Her. I'm going to save my people. I will. I'll save my sister. My eyes are proof. My mistress liked them. Said they're beautiful. Worth sixty whole coppers. A blessing. He pulled you close, pressed his scalding face to your scent gland, and his whole body shuddered with relief. This was the first and only time he'd allowed you to hold him, and it was only out of desperation, out of his mind. Do you like them, alpha? Do you like my eyes? Why? Is it because they're beautiful? Because they're from Gaiathra?
âI like them because they're yours,â you'd replied, and Kakavasha had laughed deliriously.
This is when he told you he hated them: I'd close them forever, if I could.
When you were youngerâdumberâyou had a habit of squirrelling away every spare coin you came across. You collected them in a little purse that one of the omega slaves had sewn for youâa thank-you for always keeping the other alphas away from herâand you hid it underneath a loose floorboard. By the time that Kakavasha was arrested, you'd saved up twenty-nine Tanba. Youâd wanted enough to buy Kakavashaâs freedom and then to set him up for a comfortable life.
It had been a stupid plan. An embarrassing one. If you ever confessed it to Aventurine, he'd laugh at you. Slaves can't buy other slaves, he'd say. Leave the schemes to me next time. Youâre too good-hearted for it.
Youâd already known that, of course. You knew that you didn't have the status to buy him or mate him or even just provide for him, but you wanted to. God, did you want toâyou spent every waking moment thinking about it, every sleeping moment dreaming of it. It wasn't even that you desired him, though he was beautiful and fragrant and more delicate than anything that had ever touched you in your life, which was only your masterâs hands and your muzzle and your chains. Aventurine would feel so soft in comparison, youâd always figured. It made your heart ache, thinking about getting to hold something so lovely.
But reallyâthat desire came second. What came first was how mated omegas feel safe around their alphas, and you so desperately wanted him to be safe. Kakavasha had looked so frail, so grim, as your master took his chains and led him home from the market, and you could smell the fear coming off him in waves. And you could do nothing to stop it. You had nothing you could use to stop itânothing other than your hands that could kill for him and your pheromones that could soothe him and your useless heart that wanted to collect sixty Tanba for him. That was all you had.
So you failed in the end. Of course you did. You didn't have the status to buy him or mate him or even just provide for him. You couldn't even do for him the one thing you could have doneâwhich was to kill. And Kakavasha suffered for your incompetence. He had to dirty his hands with blood and gamble his way into wealth and then suddenly he was freeing you, not the other way around.
And now you are comfortable. You'll lead an easy life from now, Aventurine reassured you when he brought you onto his ship all those years ago, and he's kept that promise. What about you? you'd asked him then. Will you lead an easy life with me, if you're working for the IPC? And he had smiled and lied to you: Yes.
It had been a painfully obvious lie. If you were a smarter person, you'd have never believed it in the first place. Aventurine has no interest in leading an easy life, because an easy life would be less profitable, and less profit would mean less safety. And he is always, always worried about being unsafe. It is indiscernible to everyone but youâan alpha (his alpha, always his, even if he doesn't want you) who has watched over him for so long that you can detect every shift in his scent. No matter how much cologne he drowns himself in and no matter how strong his suppressants are, you know when he is afraid.
And here is the bitter truth, the ultimate proof of your shortcomings:
Aventurine is always afraid.
It is a beautiful day on Agnisahr, and you can tell that Aventurine is about to throw up from worry.
You're sitting in the middle of stunning wealthâAventurine in his feathers and jewellery, you in your tailored jacketâin a lobby made from marble and pale sandstone, with a view of palm trees and rolling, scarlet sand dunes beyond the window. The waitstaff addresses him as Honoured Guest and they keep his crystal chalice filled constantly with waterâone of the most expensive commodities on the planet. Aventurine has been drinking from it religiously, which is strange as he typically has the habit of forgetting to hydrate. A faint wildflower scent is drifting from his slender form. These are the only giveaway to his mood: he's otherwise as pokerfaced as ever, smiling calmly as he discusses his plans to sabotage the local government and acquire the planet for the IPC.
âThis is a very dangerous mission,â you state flatly.
âAll my missions are dangerous.â He takes a sip, one pinky up. âThe IPC pays me well for a reason. As they sayââ
ââHigh risk, high reward.â I know.â You try not to sound bitter, though you allow yourself to sound tired. âI still do not think the risk is worth the reward in this case.â
âI think over 5.6 million in credits is a great reward, actually. We could do a lot with that kind of money.â
You raise a brow. âWhat could an extra 5.6 million get you that you can't already buy?â It isâas Topaz would sayââchump changeâ in comparison to his current wealth, which sums to a number so vast that you can't wrap your head around it.
Aventurine pretends to miss the point. âTons! We could buy a new spacecraft. Get another mansion. Orâwe could take a vacation to Penacony. I hear it's quite nice there.â A playful smile. âI could get us a penthouse unit. With a featherbed.â
You frown. Sometimes Aventurine likes to flirt when you're being stubbornânot out of interest, but as a ploy to distract you. Heâd developed the habit after he joined the IPC. It used to fluster you, but now it only makes you cross your arms.
âYou could die,â you point out.
âYou'll protect me.â
âNo, I won't. You always find a way to get rid of me when things are most dangerous.â You give him an accusatory stare. âYou never let me do my job.â
He's too shameless to deny it. âAnd it's worked out fine, hasn't it? I haven't died so far.â
âYes. Just by dumb luck.â
âI beg to differ. My luck is quite reliable.â He sets down his glass. Glances back outside. A microexpression, brows knotting for the briefest second as he studies the sky. âI'm not worried.â
âYou're a shit liar.â
That gets him to look at you, letting a small frown pass over his face. âNo, I'm actually a great liar. You're just too good at reading me. It's very inconvenient, you know.â
âI can't help it.â You lean toward him, making a show of it as you sniff. An orchid-like scentâfaint but unmistakableâhas seeped into artificial ambergris and wood. âIt's hard to ignore.â
He hums. He isn't frowning anymoreâbut doesn't look happy, either. âI should change suppressants.â He taps the side of his empty glass, fidgeting. Aventurine never fidgets: it's an amateur giveaway. âThese ones clearly don't work well enough.â
âThat won't help. I know you too well.â Your eyes soften. He's looking outside again, the blues of his irises distant. âYou're worried, Aventurine. More than usual. Letâs back out of thisâlet Jade handle it.â
âThe mission isn't what's bothering me,â he says patiently. âI just don't like this planet.â
âBecause you can tell it's dangerous.â
âNo. Wellâit is, but nothing I can't handle.â He leans back. âI just dislike the weather here.â
You arch a brow. â...the weather?â
âYes,â he says neatly, âit's too dry here. I'll break out.â
You open your mouth. Close it. It is possibly the most absurd thing you've ever heard, and certainly the worst lie that's ever come from him. For as long as you've known him, Aventurine has had flawless skin, marble-smooth, and ever since being freed, heâs never really cared much for looking handsome so much as looking rich. But he maintains his serious expression: all-in on the farce. âDid you know that outside the capital, this planet hasn't had any natural rain in a quarter of an Amber Era? And the stellar winds are terrible. I don't know how people live on a planet like this.â His eyes narrow at the cloudless sky. âThe IPC is going to need to do a lot of terraforming if they want to make this into a merchant hub.â
âAventurine.â
âIt'll be a pain crossing the desertâthe elements will ruin my clothes, you know,â he continues. âIt won't be so bad while we're on the ships, but weâve got to go outside from time to time. Can't make any friends otherwise.â
âAventurine.â
âAnd there's nothing to do for fun when weâre not working.â He sighs dramatically. âI can't wait to get our 5.6 billion and leave for someplace else. I'm being serious about Penacony, by the wayââ
âAventurine.â
ââthough not about the featherbed. I'll get you your own room, obviously. And I'll buy whatever dream experience youâd like. What kind would you want?â
Finally allowed a chance to speak, you say, âOne where you retire.â
âRetire? Why would I ever do that?â
âI don't know. Maybe you decide you've made enough money.â
âNo such thing.â
âThen you can settle down with someone.â
That makes him smile. It feels mocking. âMe? Settling down? With who?â
âWho knows. Someone who will treat you better than the IPC, I hope.â
âAnyone that nice would run in the other direction. But never mind me. This would be your dream experience. What happens to you in it?â
âI stop chasing after you and get to live out the rest of my days in peace,â you say dryly, and Aventurine blinks. âPlease stop deflecting. The IPC gave you a suicide mission. We will both die if we stay here.â
He looks serious now. âI wouldn't let you die.â
âYou can't know that.â
âWell, I do. And I've got decent chances at surviving tooâat least one in ten.â
You feel like sighingâa deep, aggravated noise is heavy in your throatâbut Aventurine doesn't enjoy it when you show anger around him. It's the one omega instinct that he can't ignore, you suppose: unease around an aggressive alpha. Voice tightly controlled, you say, âYouâre going to bet your life on one in ten?â
 âSure. My chances were worse on the last planet, and things worked out great. It'll be the same on Agnisahr.â Aventurine raises a hand, calls for the bill. The conversation is over. You lean back in your seat, watching sourly as he pays tens of thousands of credits just for water.
âYou know, they say the royal family is backed by an Aeon,â you can't help but point out, once the waiter is gone. A last-ditch effort. Aventurine smiles at it, amused. Like you're a child.
âSo what?â He glances outside, at the desolate landscape beyond the oasisânothing but red sand, a blue, rainless sky, and two radiant suns shining above it all. âThe protection of a god is nothing compared to the schemes of human beings. And gods abandon their people all the time, anyway.â
During your tenth day on Agnisahr, you realise that something is deeply wrong.
It takes you some time to understand whatâs happening. At first you think that whatever political danger youâve intuited is much worse than you thought, and thatâs why Aventurine has been so pale, so discomforted, so exhausted. Then his scent starts changingâhe switches clothes two, three times a day (because of all this heat during Agnisahran days, he tells his new business associates) and spritzes his nape with his cologne almost religiouslyâand you wonder if he is sick with something. If the food in this planet has something that disagrees with his Sigonian biology, or if he has picked up one of the local filoviruses, or if someoneâs poisoned one of his meals because theyâve correctly identified him as a threat. Aventurine dismisses every single one of these theories when you bring it up, andâas if in denialâonly attributes it to the weather. (Iâve never done well in deserts, he tells you, his eyes on his phone screen. I'm not used to them. It is above 300 Kelvin, and you do not see a single bead of sweat on his neck, and his cheeks are not even a little flushed.)
You only figure it out when he is too ill to get out of bed one morning and forbids all the IPC staff from coming near his hotel room. It sets off alarms immediatelyâAventurine, no matter how sick, will work and see through meetings as long as he is mentally capable of itâand so you naturally ignore his orders and check on him, using the spare key to his sleeping quarters that you're given as a policy. And as soon as the door cracks openâas soon as you step inside only to be hit with a violent, cloying sweetnessâyou realise whatâs happening and slam the door shut behind you.
âYouâre in heat,â you blurt out, and Aventurineâa shivering, panting mess on the bedâgroans in response.
âWhy are you here?â He turns toward you, still lucid enough to glare at you through the tangled mess of his hair. His voice is weak, but no less self-possessed: âI was very clearâno company today.â
âI am your personal bodyguard,â you remind him mildly. Your voice is calmâboth non-threatening and non-condescending. âThose orders donât apply to me. If things feel suspicious, I look into it. And they felt very suspicious.â Your brow knits as you study his clothes. Mulberry silk clings to his form, soaked through with sweat. Thin, eucalyptus sheets are tangled up around him. There are only two pillows. No water bottles. No knotting toys.
Nothing.
âYou didn't know you'd be in heat,â you realise. âWhat happened to your suppressants?â
âI don't know.â Thereâs a quiet, frustrated edge to his voice. Vulnerable too. It makes you think of when you were both still slaves, and Aventurine was confined to the basement of the manorâthe one that all omega slaves were made to ride out their heats in. Either they would do it alone or were ordered to spend it with some alpha, usually either a friend of the master or an alpha slave he wished to reward. That's when they're most pliable, he'd tell his guests, or sometimes even you. They get so desperate they'll present themselves to anyone. Then amused laughter from the other partyâHow obscene!âas you looked away, blood hammering in your ears.
You had been your masterâs favourite. His most obedient, most profitable petâstriking enough for his guests to admire, deadly enough for his audiences to bet on, docile enough for him to enjoy. Good enough for him to reward, and he often rewarded you with his most beautiful slave: his Avgin omega. Just don't mark him, heâd said, fastening the muzzle around your mouth. It'll ruin his market value. Who knows if someday he'd sell Kakavasha off to some alpha master who wished to claim him, he said. Though I don't think there's anyone in this star system who'd want a Sigonian for a mate, let alone a Sigonian slave. Then heâd paused, eyes scanning over you. As if contemplating. But maybe they'd try to get Avgin whelps out of him, he added, and you felt like throwing up.
You'd never mate him in those moments, your muzzle always prevented you from saying. You didn't even want to think about touching him, and he didn't want to think about it either. Even in the cruel grip of his heats, with nothing but the thin mat beneath him and his slaveâs rags around him, Kakavasha hadn't wanted any kind of contact from you, rejecting any chance of solace. Don't, don'tânot again, not again, he'd begged. Then as the nights marched on and his mind grew hazier, heâd start whimpering too: It hurts, alpha. It hurts. Help me. It hurts. Don't touch me. Not again. It hurts. It hurts. Stop it, please stop it.
It gutted you.
It went against every instinct, not to touch him. To let him lie there, in scorching, lonely pain, when all you wanted to do was to dispel it. It would be so easy to press yourself against him and let his skin cool against yours, do the one thing that your body was good at other than killing. But not again, not again, I can't anymore, I don't want it, I never wanted it, and all you could do was sit there, unmoving. Watch as the most delicate, precious thing you had in your life shatter.
And standing here now, watching Aventurine shatter before you once moreâit is unbearable. He needs a nest, you keep thinking. He needs a nest and some water and some kind of touch, some kind of relief, but not again, not again, and youâre still a slave, still a worthless and stupid slave, and Kakavasha is still crying on a basement floor and you can't do anything for him.
âYou need help, Aventurine,â you say, voice soft, and his whole body tenses. His scent dips, and the scent of florals overwhelms you.
âNo,â he breathes, âI don't.â
âYou do. You're sick.â You bite your lip. Your heart splits as you suggest it, but you say, âI can call a professional.â
âNo,â he spits. The facade is gone. The poker face has cracked. The anger and the pain and the fear are all on full display, and his voice sharpens: âNo strangers.â
No foreign scents, you realise he's demanding. A new scent would probably make him feel unsafe.
Then let me help you, you think of pleading, but not again, not again, and you're filled with so much shame at the thought that all you can do is look away.
âThenâcan I do anything?â He goes still. âNotânot that, but something to make you more comfortable. I can build you a nest, at leastââ
âNo.â He takes a deep, shaking breath. âNo nests. I don't need oneââ
âYes, you do.â
âNo, I don't,â he says. His voice is wavering now, on the verge of crumbling with fever and pain. âI've neverâIâve never needed a nest, I don'tâI don't want toââ He presses his face into his pillow. âI needâI need to be alone, fuckââ
He doesn't mean to whine. The cry for distress is instinct, something that all omegas are programmed to do in heat. Youâve heard that theyâve evolved to make this noise as a way of appealing to nearby alphas for help, but you think this must be a lie as you never once saw your alpha master giving mercy to any of his omega slaves. Still, whether it is your biology or notâthe noise that Aventurine makes has your heart aching so much you can't help but step forward. But he shakes his head and inches away, shuddering violently, and then his voice echoes again in that cold basementânot again, not again, and don't touch it anymore, don't use it anymore, don't use me anymore, not again, and it's all you can do to back away until your spine is pressed against the door.
âI'm sorry, Vasha,â you say, strained. âIâm sorry. I'll leave you now.â
As the door shuts behind you, you catch a final glimpse himâface pressed into the pillows, shivering.
If you didn't know better, you'd think he was crying.
When you were both slaves, Aventurine hated seeing you during his heats.
Kakavasha was normally calm around you. Most of the time, he was even friendly (he was friendly to everyone whom he thought could be useful), but he was different during his heats. Sometimes he was vicious; mostly he was withdrawn. Nearly always, he wanted to be left alone. In those moments, all he could register was your alpha scent and his memories of what other people had done to him during his heats. And while you'd have hated to leave him, despised the idea of him being offered to another alphaâeven more than that, you hated violating this boundary of his. Hated that you were allowed to do whatever you wanted to him. Hated being the reason he felt so unsafe.
Hated being an alpha.
Now that you no longer have the orders of your slavemaster hanging over you, it is the least you can do to respect Aventurineâs wish of being left alone. He has every right to privacy, and you have every obligation to give it to him. But instead you have been standing here, outside his door, for a full system-hour.
Every time you try to leave, your body is wracked with anxiety. The thought of other peopleâother alphasâcoming near him in this state makes you seethe, your hands flexing at your side. The predator instinct comes out, and the people around you notice it. Every person unlucky enough to walk down this hall scurries away under your glare, even the other IPC staff wandering about to look for Aventurine: Must be their mate on the other side, they remark to one another, and then they're gone.
It is a hard thing to hear. You are not his mate. You are not even a heat partner. If you were, then he wouldn't be in so much pain. Not now, and not back then.
Aventurine has never had easy heats. You keep replaying your memories of all his past ones, each one a wound in your heart: the aching sweetness of nectar and honey; his withering body as he clutched his abdomen and curled up; the tears and sweat staining the mat beneath him. And above all: the fear. The scent of it, the sight of it, the sound of it in his voice. Stronger today than any other day.
By instinct, you know that he cannot persist like this. That this time is somehow worse than all those other times, and that he will become seriously ill if left alone.
After nearly an hour and a half, you finally open the door, fearing the worst.
âAventurine?â you say quietly, but there's no response, and your stomach drops as you see him.
His body is pale, listless. If it weren't for the fragrance washing over you or the sweat on his temple, you'd worry that he was dead.
Tentatively, you reach out. Rest a hand on his forehead, and it scorches you. He stirs at the touch, doesn't open his eyesâbut the quiet sigh of relief is unmistakable. His fingers twitch, as if wanting to reach for you.
âAventurine,â you say gently. âAventurine, I'm going to take care of you. Is that alright?â
He doesn't respond. You grimace, pulling away to fetch things for him: several spare pillows from the closet, an extra blanket too. From his suitcase, you grab a few of his sweaters, all thick cotton and fleece. Heâd had a sense that Agnisahr would be cold at night. Deserts always get cold after sundown, since sand doesnât retain heat, he'd told you while he was packing. Or I think so, anyway. Don't know why. Must have read it somewhere. Then heâd given you a long, unreadable look before saying, Make sure to bring a jacket. The warmest one you have. The elements on a planet like Agnisahr can kill a personâeven a person like you.
Iâm sure Iâll be fine, youâd dismissed him. I can survive anything. Any kind of weather, any kind of illness, any kind of pain: these are all things your species is known for being able to endure, the trait that made you such a prized slave in your masterâs eyes, such a useful agent at the IPC. You hadnât given Aventurineâs warning any thought and hardly paid attention to what youâd thrown into your own suitcase.
It surprises you, then, that you find one of your sweaters in his luggage. Made from Sedanian cashmere and heat tech designed by the Intelligentsia Guild. Cloud-soft and warm to the touch. Aventurine had bought it for you before you were deployed to Jarilo-IV to collect intelligence for Topaz. Warmest thing in the known universe, heâd commented. One of a kind, too. Remember to wear it, alright? Don't let my money go to waste, now.
You stare at it, kneading the fleece between your fingers. You hadnât mentioned wanting to bring this sweater. Youâd lost it in your closet some months ago and forgot about it. Aventurine must have remembered and gone looking for it, becauseâwhy? You aren't sure. Probably because itâs warmer and softer than anything he owns, you guess. Of course heâd want to wear it.
You throw it into the pile of things youâve collected for him.
You take it all to his bed, the mattress dipping as you sit next to Aventurine. One by one, you scent each item with your wrist, watching him carefully the whole time. Youâre quiet as you lay them out around him, leaving him undisturbed as you build a nest. You order water and electrolyte drinks too, and youâre quick about going to the door when you hear room service knockingâwith how feverish he is, he probably badly needs it.
Aventurine is awake when you come back. His breathing is still laboured, painedâbut calm.
âI said I didnât need a nest,â Aventurine says, though he doesnât sound angry. You wonder if heâs too weak to be. His voice is faint, and his eyes are barely openâfocused on the pile of blankets and clothing around him.
âYouâre welcome.â You open a bottle of water, hold it out to him. âDrink.â
Aventurine pauses, stares at the offering like it's some kind of foreign object. But he accepts it eventually, sitting up and taking it from you. He winces with the movement, which he tries to hide. He ignores your frown as he drinks, and he doesn't stop until the bottle is empty.
âThere are more,â you say, pointing at the several additional bottles on the nightstand. âAnd some food and some painkillers. I don't know how well theyâll work. This isn't a normal heat. If you're alright with it, I'll call a doctor andââ
âEverything smells like you,â he says quietly, and you stop.
â...yes. Unless theyâre mated, nests usually feel most comforting to an omega when they smell like an alpha.â You swallow, looking away. â...you don't have a mate, and you didn't want a professional, so this was the only option I could think of. I'm sorry.â
âItâs fine,â he says. He picks out one of the sweaters that have made its way into the nest, the Sedanian one. âI don't mind it.â
âOh.â You let out a breath. âThenâcan I call a doctor?â
His grip on the sweater tightens. âNo.â
You frown. âAventurineââ
âIâve never needed a doctor before,â he says. He sounds unbothered, but he's fidgeting with the sweater now. âI don't need one now.â
A lie. He almost certainly needed a doctor in some of his prior heats, but you don't push the matter. âMaybe you don't need one,â you say instead, âbut it would help.â
âI don't need help,â he says, and you look at him in disbelief. He catches your expression, and the corner of his mouth lifts. âNot more than you've already done, I mean.â
âIâve barelyââ
âContact Topaz. Tell her I'm incapacitated. Tell herâŠâ He hums. âTell her I have food poisoning. The personnel too. It's not time-sensitive, our business on Agnisahr, so it shouldn't matter if I need a few days off.â
âYou really needââ
âGive my regrets to our Agnisahran friends. Deliver it in person. They see you as my right hand, so theyâll most appreciate it coming from you. Topaz can help you with the verbiage. Andâtry to socialise with them a little, won't you? I think that little omega princess of theirs likes you. Some of the courtesans too, and they have surprising influence.â
âI do not want to be around any omega other than you right now,â you say before you can stop yourself, and Aventurine stops, blinking. His expression is blank, if perhaps a little curiousâbut his scent shifts. You can't identify how. You add quickly, âIâm not leaving you alone when youâre this sick.â
âAh. Right.â Aventurine looks away. His voice sounds strange, and his heat must be getting to him again, because it carries a hint of pain. âBut you have to. The IPCâs goals take priority.â
You frown. âYour life is more important than the IPC,â you say, and he laughs. Loudly.
âWhat? This is just a heat. Iâm not going to die.â
âYou donât know that without seeing a doctor.â
âI do. Iâm willing to bet money that I wonât die.â He cuts you off before you can reply: yes, you're always willing to bet on your life. âAnd even if I do, that would still be less important than Agnisahr. Do you know how many resources are on this lifeless rock?â His mouth slants. âIf we mess up here, Iâm dead anyway.â
âI wouldnât let them touch you.â
âYes, you wouldâbecause they would kill you too.â Aventurine sighs. His eyes close, and his brow creasesâa sign that whatever reprieve he was lucky enough to get is about to end. âGo do what I asked. Donât do anything stupid. Iâll⊠see a doctor if you do.â
You stand immediately. âAlright. Iâll be back to check on you.â
âI know.â
You stop at the door, giving him a long look. Seeing him like thisâlying on a proper bed, cradled in a warm nest, with water and food and medicine nearbyâyou feel a little better. This is leagues beyond what heâd been afforded in his days as a slave, at the very least. Even if he isnât free, at least he isnât trapped.
But it still doesnât feel good, having to step away. The last thing you want to do is talk to other people, pretend to have interest in other omegas. There are an astonishing number of them who are interested in you on this planetâthat princess, and some baronâs son, and one of the princeâs favourite paramoursâbut you canât bring yourself to care even for business purposes when Aventurine is like this. You can't act as if you are enjoying yourself when you know he is in pain.
You wonder about telling Topaz the truth. You wonder if sheâd be worried enough about Aventurine to let you neglect this mission and cover for you instead, without letting Jade or Diamond or anyone else dangerous know. Not that you think that anyone at the Company particularly cares about Kakavashaâitâs only that heâs valuable. Aventurine of Stratagems is valuable. How many worlds have fallen because of him?
But he seemed unwilling to bet on his worth to them. Which is startling, given how often he's bet on it in the past.
âWhatâs so important about this planet,â you canât help but ask, âthat the IPC would rather you die than lose it?â
Heâs silent for a long moment. His eyes are closedâhiddenâbut you can see his knuckles whiten as he clutches the Sedanian sweater.
âCopper,â he says. âThey want it for the copper.â
When Kakavasha first suggested a friendship to you, it had felt like something in between a proposition and a threat:
Go ahead, he'd said. Use me as you wish. You can even stab me in the back if you want. Just be mindful of this: I don't make deals that don't pay off.
It might have been a strange way of making friends in any other circumstance, but in a house of slaves, it was a natural one. You had not been a clever personâstill aren'tâbut you understood that your place in the world was one of a tool. This was the place of all slaves: you were all things to be used. Your body was a thing to be used. It was valuable for its strength, for its hardiness, for its threat in the arena and for its convenience in your masterâs bed (or in a dark basement, or within a heat house, or inside whichever omega your mistress ordered you to calm down). It did not surprise you that Kakavasha wanted to use it as well. It did not surprise you that Kakavasha expected you to use him in return.
You never would have, of course. Kakavasha was not a thing to be usedâhe had always been a mate. Though you were happy to let him use you, because all you were was a tool anyway, so it was really all you could offer him: to be used.
None of this has changed for you. You don't think any of this has changed for Aventurine, either. With each new friendship he makes, he repeats those familiar words: Use me as you wish. And with each person who accepts, this is exactly what they do: they use him, and they use him, and they use him until suddenly they notice he's tricked them and they've got the losing hand.
You damned gambler, they always spit. You Sigonian wretch. All you know is how to manipulate people. Thief, liar, cheat, whore. Despite all these insults, Aventurine always smiles at them. Cry as they might, heâs won his bet and has their world in his palms.
Winner takes all, he sometimes gloats.
Winning and losing. Using and being used. Exploitation and treachery. This is all Aventurine knows; these are his great guiding principles in life. (He's told you this point blank, stacking up chips in his favourite gambling dens with a self-satisfied grin.) You often find yourself coming back to these conversations, particularly when you need to convince him of something.
And right now, you very badly need to convince him of something.
Aventurine is ignoring his doctorâs advice. His suppressants are unstable in extreme temperatures, he's been told. During travel on Agnisahr, they'd degraded, and now heâs experiencing his first heat in several years. Of course it's going to be painful, his doctor had said. I can prescribe you some medication to ease the symptoms, but reallyânothing will work better than a heat partner. It doesn't need to be a mate. Any alpha will do.
The doctor had been an alpha. You had asked for a beta or omega, but alphas tend to dominate in Interastral Medical Schools, so they're in short supply. Aventurine had been still the whole time, face unreadable, but you could tell he wanted to throw up at the stench of an unfamiliar alpha. You had stepped between the two of them, not bothering to hide the animosity in your voice. Weâll take the medication, you had said, and the doctor had sniffed the air and nodded at you in approval.
Probably won't need it. An alpha like you could sort him out with just a few rounds, he told you, and both of you stayed quiet as he left.
You still aren't talking, or even looking at each other. Aventurine has lay down in his nest again, closing his eyes, while you stand as far away as physically possibleâat the door where you'd just shown the doctor out. With the room shut off again, windows closed and door locked, Aventurineâs scent is starting to flood your senses once more. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch him shivering.
âWhat do you want to do?â you ask.
âNothing.â He swallows. âI'll be fine.â
He's afraid. You can tell he's afraid. And you can tell heâll be more afraid if you take even a single step closer to him, so you nod and say, âI'll go pick up your medication, then,â and Aventurine doesn't stop you. You can see him curling up in his nest, face pressed into the cashmere sweater.
But he still doesn't stop you.
After a few more days, Aventurine finally breaks.
There is a rare sag to his shoulders when he calls you to the room, along with a taste of dread in the air. You haven't seen him so vulnerable in years. Aventurine is not an open person, so cunning and self-possessed in his wealthâbut Kakavasha was more brittle, more powerless, flayed raw and open even though he didn't often get the whip. (It would ruin his value if he ever scarredâhis looks were his greatest selling point, your master said.) He was especially defeated when forced to spend his heats with an alpha he didn't want. You wonder, a vice grip of pain around your heart, whether this entire situation is simply an extension of that. Whether he is calling you here against his will, this time compelled by his pain, rather than his master. Whether this luxury suite feels like that wretched basement to him.
He doesn't look at you when he talks, nor does he sit up. He remains curled in his nest, nearly clinging onto the blankets and clothes.
âThat stupid medication,â he pants out, sharp even in his heat, âisn't working.â
âI can tell.â Your brow knots. Heâs in so much pain, it is palpable. âIââyou hesitate, voice dropping. âCan I help you?â
He goes quiet. As both Aventurine and Kakavasha, he has always been disinclined to accept help from other people. There is no such thing as unconditional help in his mindâonly leverage and weakness. He hates it when people have leverage over him, and he hates being weak. Both are things that can be exploited, and Aventurine always needs to be the one doing the exploiting. He always needs to be in control.
Even like this, the last threads of his sanity about to snap, with every circuit of his omega biology trying to drag him into insensible lust, he fights viciously to be in control.
Winning and losing. Using and being used. Exploitation and treachery. Control and being controlled. This is how he's always lived. This is how he's always survived.
This is the only way to let him maintain control when he is most afraid of losing it.
âI don't mind,â you say quietly, âif you use me.â
Even through the haze of heat, Aventurineâs eyes sharpen. âWhat?â
âI don't mind if you use me,â you repeat, voice neutral. Unfeeling. The proposal might sound cruel to someone else, but not you. After allâyour place in the world is one of a tool, and this is what you've always done as an alpha and a slave: sleeping with people to take care of their needs, or sometimes just their desires. It did always make you feel strangely hollow, but you think it will feel just fine with Aventurine. All you've ever wanted to do is keep him safe, and surely, this will do that, butâ
âI'll only help if you want. I don't want to force it.â You lower your eyes. âBut if you do want it, I'll be careful with you. You can lead. I promise.â
â...I know.â Aventurineâs voice is weak, cracks with pain, but you can tell he's speaking with clarity. âI know you will be.â
You look up. âThen you'll let me help?â
Aventurine looks awayâa sign that he cannot adopt his usual smile. Heâs clutching that sweater again, pressed close to his chest.
âJust your wrist,â he says quietly.
You listen carefully. âWhat?â
âI justâI just want your wrist.â He looks away. âYourâyour scent gland. Only that.â
âOkay.â
You get up, then falter. When it was your job to comfort your mistressâ omega slaves, you were told to enter their nestsâno permission needed from them, no permission needed from you, because only her permission ever mattered for anything. The omegas were usually too delirious to care, often had even begged for it with the state of mind that they were in. But Aventurine is different. He's not like you, and he's not like them. He's never bent to any of his mastersâ wills. And even if he did, you wouldn't want to have him bend to yours.
Instead of climbing into his nest, you ask, âCan I sit on the bed?â He doesn't answer. âJust the edge of it,â you add, and you hear him exhale.
âFine,â he says, breathing measured.
âThank you,â you say, and he gives you a confused look. But then you're reaching out with a hand, offering it, and he is quickly distracted.
Aventurine drops the sweater, grabs your hand almost immediately. He turns over your palms, fingers tracing your heartlinesâas if testing you, as if mapping out territory. He runs his thumbs along the veins of your wrists, too, right over your scent gland, and you have to force yourself not to shudder at the feeling. You only stay still, letting him explore the contours of your hands, letting him acclimate to the feeling of your skin. He laces his fingers with your own, a latticework trap, and he finally drags his wrist along yours.
Both of you inhale sharply.
You can't react. You know it'll scare him if you do, but it's hard to keep still. The way his scent blossoms, the way it mingles with yours, the way it all washes over youâwhat you're doing can hardly be called touching, but you feel like you're going mad. Especially when he flushes like that, his vibrant eyes fluttering shut. Especially when the sweetness of honey overtakes your senses. Especially when you can smell the way his body is reacting, all that wetness and heat and slick dripping between his legs. You don't miss the way his thighs rub together, nor the hard outline of his cock straining against his pants.
Aventurine shudders. He brings your hand up to his face, rests his cheek in your palm. His skin is flushed and burning with fever, and it's no wonder that he's sighing with relief at your touch. You try not to stare at the way his mouth falls open. He looks at you for a moment, his gaze a hazy violet and blueâbefore he closes his eyes again and presses his lips into your wrist.
Fuck.
âAventurineââ You have to stop, voice strangled, when you feel the full softness of his lips working against your skin. Heâs panting now, laboured breaths sweeping over your veins. Then you feel his teeth catch, a gentle nip on your flesh, and when he groans into your racing pulseâdeep, relieved, desperate, a noise that makes your gut flare with heatâyou realise you can't do this.
You pull back your hand, and Aventurine startles.
âAventurine,â you say, voice strained. Maybe we should stop, you want to say, but he cuts you off.
âI needââa shaky breathââI need more.â
You watch Aventurine carefully. His pupils are dilated, blue irises nearly eclipsed. His cheeks are rosy, and he can't stop panting. You can fully smell his arousal now, even through his silk clothes. He's desperate, needing to be filled.
But he also looks torn. His brows are knotted, and you can taste a faint hint of fear in the air now. His knuckles clutch at the sheets, almost white, and he stares at them. He can't look up. He can't look at you. His whole body is tense, like he wants to boltâand if he weren't so weak, you think he might actually.
âAre you sure?â you ask.
He doesn't nod. He also doesn't shake his head. His arms clutch at his midsection as he winces. He doesn't look like Aventurine. He looks like Kakavasha. It makes your heart ache as you watch him give into his bodyâs demands, wearing the same expression he did on the day your master bought him.
â...don't use your Voice on me,â AventurineâKakavashaâsays quietly.
It takes you a moment to realise what he's asking. âI won't.â
âAndââhis eyes somehow grow even more evasive, hidden by his long lashesâ âdonât touch my commodity code.â
His commodity code. His commodity code that is seared into his scent gland. His code that, if you kiss, will ease his agony instantly. His code that, if you biteâwill chain him to you irreversibly.
âOf course I won't,â you say instantly.
He closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath.
âAndââ Aventurine looks away, jaw tight. His voice is quiet but wrought with tension: ââI don't like when people put things inside me.â
Something claws the walls of your heart.
âThat's fine too,â you reply. âI don't mind doing it the other way.â
Aventurineâs sigh is nearly inaudible, but unmistakable. His scent shifts a little bit, the wildflower fragrance fading ever so slightly. But he doesn't come to you. He merely sits thereâwaiting. Expecting. Maybe dreading. Even in the senseless daze of heat, heâs too anxious to move.
You approach slowly. Though you're overwhelmed by the bouquet of his scent, though you feel a curl of heat in your belly in response to itâyou are slow. Alphas are supposedly victims of insatiable lust whenever around an omega in heat, absolved of every action they take, but you are convinced this is a lie. You have never once wanted to handle Aventurine with such cruelty. You think that inflicting violence on him, more than anything else, would go against your biology. Every molecule in your body would reject putting him in such pain or inciting such fear. So you are careful when you approach him, slow as you inch up to himâbut you do not think it helps.
Aventurine lies down, his face turned away from yours. His eyes squeeze shut, like he's expecting this to hurt. Uncertainty gnaws at your gut as you lean over him, draping your body over hisâthe only position you've ever taken an omega in, other than mounting them from behind.
(You do not want to mount Aventurine. You never have. It is an impersonal position, a position that omega biology supposedly would force him to enjoy, a position that alphas have likely dictated him to enjoy. You think there is nothing you would hate more. In your weakest, most selfish moments, in your worst ruts, when youâve allowed yourself to fantasise about mating Kakavashaâyou are always facing each other, and he is always looking at you with his eyes you've always loved, and it always feels intimate. Never impersonal. Never dictated. Never forced.)
Aventurine is so honeysweet beneath you. More fragrant than any omega youâve ever been with. You glance at his commodity code, trying to ignore the scent of his branded skin, then lean down to press your face against the other side of his neck, where a faint scar mars the otherwise flawless slope of his nape. Like every other omega slave you've ever slept with, the scent gland there has been excised: a precautionary measure to reduce the risk of an unwanted mating bite.
(Not unwanted by themâthe wants of a slave never matterâbut unwanted by their owners. A mating bite would ruin the code seared into their neck, claim an omega more deeply and permanently than any titanium collar or carbon steel chain. It would hurt their resale value. Only owners are allowed to claim slaves in such a permanent wayâand the wants of a slave have no relevance there, either.)
It's a funny thing, this surgical scar. Even with their gland missing, you've noticed that most omegas like having their neck scented by you anyway, probably from some vestigial instinct. You guess that Aventurine won't be any different, that maybe it will comfort him. But when your lips skim the scar left on him by his owner, his entire body stiffens beneath you. His fragrance cuts into your lungs, sharp.
You recoil, as if burned by the touch of him.
âSorry,â Aventurine is quick to say. He tries to glance at you, but his diamond pupils quickly avoid you again. âDonât worry about me. Just do whatever you need to do.â
âBut you're scared,â you point out, and you see his brow twitch. âYouâre scared when I touch you.â
âNot scared,â he lies. âJustâŠâ
When his eyes finally look at youâland on your lipsâyou understand.
A bite would claim an omega more deeply and permanently than any titanium collar or carbon steel chain. If you lost your mindâgive into the insatiable lust of an alpha whenever around an omega in heatâyou might bite him, and then you would own Aventurine.
And Aventurine would rather die than be owned by anyone again.
He doesn't need to finish his sentence. You already know what you need to do.
âIt's okay,â you say gently, and his brow knots. âI have an idea.â
Aventurine is always afraid.
This is a fact that has haunted you since the day you met him. You've wondered about how to fix itâthe bare minimum as his mate (always his, even if he doesn't want you)âand youâve never quite pinned down how. Because when someone has spent their life in perpetual fear, how do you make them feel safe? When their life is constantly at risk, how do you ever make them feel calm?
You still aren't sure of the answer. But after seeing Kakavasha become Aventurine, you now have a good guess.
It is clear from his scent that Aventurine does not feel remotely safe right now. Not when you leave to fetch something from your own room, and not when you return. The anxiety thickens when he sees, in your hands, a very familiar muzzle.
Aventurine stares. He is not smiling, but he also does not reveal his discomfort on his face, even as beads of sweat line his temple. But his voice is too controlled, too calm, when he asks, âYou kept the mask.â
You nod.
âI told you to throw it out,â he points out, âwhen I freed you.â
âI know. Sorry. I don't know why I kept it.â You remember how tightly you clutched it before the incinerator, thinking about how strange it would feel, discarding something that you'd worn everyday since you presentedâbut you don't tell him this. Instead, you say, âBut itâs convenient.â
Before Aventurine can say anything, you toss him the remote.
âYouâre afraid of my bite and my Voice, but you don't have to be with this,â you explain. Your tone is gentle, soothing. Probably disarming coming from an alpha, with how he is in heat. Perhaps that's why heâs studying the remote rather than chucking it away. âYou'll be in full control if I wear this.â
Control. Mere seconds after you say it, you can smell his fragrance change again, mellowing. It's only a brief moment of calm that fades when you latch the mask onto your face, but he doesn't smell as nearly as stressed before.
Aventurine watches you carefully as the carbon steel swallows your maw, its old and familiar edges biting into you. For the first time in years, you cannot tell what he is thinkingâtruly poker-faced even to you.
âYou aren't bothered by wearing that thing while we do this,â he saysâasks?âand you shake your head. The muzzle was part of you for years. You were wearing it when you killed someone for the first time. You were wearing it when you went into rut for the first time. You were wearing it when your master had sex with you for the first time. It doesn't bother you that youâll wear it when you have sex with Aventurine.
If you could speak, you would ask him, Why do you think it would bother me? But all you do is gesture for him to sit up. To switch places with you. You lie downâsomething you've never done with an omegaâand wait for him to get on top.
Aventurine stares at you for a long, quiet moment. It's followed by a sigh of relief. Disarmed, heâfor the first time in any heat you've witnessedâfinally relaxes. His scent wafts over you as he climbs between your legs, and you can feel the heat radiating from his hands as he parts your thighs, almost scalding.
He doesn't bother getting you ready, too needy to think rationally, but he doesn't have to anyway. You've been wet ever since you felt his mouth touch your wrist, hard ever since you heard him groan into it. You're equally desperate to get some relief as you feel his cockhead sliding against your opening, leaking all over your entrance as his slick drips onto your thighs. His breath shakes as he enters you, and he can't hear it with how you're muzzledâbut you groan just as deeply as him at the tight stretch.
You hear him swear when you clench around him, watch him lean over you. His arms shake as he supports himself, refusing to succumb to his heat even as he chases his relief. You seek out his gaze (just as in your dreams, facing each other, intimate), and his neon eyes catch on your eyes for a brief, breathtaking secondâ
âbefore he looks away.
There's a flash ofâyou don't know what, maybe pain? Or fear?âin his irises as he does. A twitch of the brow, a tell he'd normally rather die than let slip. You have the realisation, as Aventurine moves inside you, that even while you're muzzled, even while he has complete control over youâhe still can't stand having sex with you. Probably because he can't stand being in heat in general, you tell yourself. Don't touch me, don't touch me, don't use it anymore, don't use me anymore. He'd have this reaction to anyone.
Stillâyou didn't expect him to have this reaction to you.
Your hands twitch, possessed by an old instinct to cover your eyes. But you'd probably scare Aventurine if you moved your arms, so all you do is dig your fingers into the sheets and squeeze them shut. You tell yourself again and again that he'd hate having sex with anyone in these circumstancesânot just you. And then you tell yourself, as a desperate, broken moan leaves his branded throat, that he would also come inside anyone in these circumstances, caught within the cruel grip of his heat.
Aventurine stills inside you as he finishes. He pants, sweat dripping down his temple as he shudders in his ecstasy, his spend hot and thick inside you. You can feel his fever break as he comes down from his high, the heat coming off his body easing into a manageable warmth.
Do you feel better, you try to say, but you can't move your mouth while your mask is on. So you wait patiently for Aventurine to come back to himself, watching him carefully as he pulls out and rolls onto the mattress beside you. He finally glances at you then. His eyes narrow once they land on you, confusion flicking through them. Then displeasure. He reaches for the remote.
To your surprise, he immediately punches in the code to unlock your muzzle. Aventurine has apparently remembered the numbers after all these years, as if the moment he freed you has been since seared into his memory.
âAre you okay?â is the first thing you say, and Aventurine gives you a confused look. Heâs still panting, dazed, so you ask, âCan I check your temperature?â And when he nods, you confirm your suspicion: he's still much too warm.
There is an ache between your legs and a strange hollow in your gut (because you aren't very experienced with receiving, you thinkâyour body likely just isn't used to the feeling of it), but you quickly forget them. All you can think of is Aventurine, and how heâs still unwell, and how you need to comfort him. The instinct is so strong that you don't even say anything as you get up, straightening out your clothes.
ïżœïżœïżœAre you leaving?â Aventurine asks. His voice is neutral, completely unbothered, but the thought is so horrific to you that you turn back to him with wide eyes.
âOf course not. I'm going to get you water and medicine.â A beat. You stare at Aventurineâs eyes, then think about how he hid them from you during sex. The hollow feeling comes back, but it's mostly eclipsed by your anxiety at the next thought: â...do you want me to leave?â
âDo you want to?â
âIââ I'd rather die, you think. Being forced to leave him right now would feel like tearing out a piece of yourself. You don't know if there's an alpha in this world who could leave their mate in the middle of a heat. And even if he is unmarked, unattached to youâyou still think of yourself as his mate. (His, always his, even if he doesn't want you.) âI would prefer not to. I am your heat partner. I'm supposed to take care of you.â
You hear a quiet breath. âRight. Of course. You're always so conscientious.â Aventurine nods, as if convincing himself of something. âTry not to take too long.â
âIâll come back soon,â you promise, and the air sweetens. Encouraged, you add, voice gentle: âIâll bring that medication, and then we can have sex as many times as you need after I come back. I'll make sure you're not in any pain anymore.â You pause, studying him. âIs there anything else you need to feel better?â
His fragrance changes once more, this time in a way you don't totally recognize. âNo.â His voice sounds strange. His scent is still foreign, fluctuating, possibly hinting at some kind of pain. The heat must be getting to him againâand of course it wasn't enough, what you just did, what you can provide. He likely needs to be filled to get any kind of lasting relief, but you left him empty. âNo, that's all I want.â
You nod, forcing yourself to look calm. Ignoring the emptiness in your gut. It didn't feel bad, but you hope it'll feel better next time you have sex. You think it will. Alphas are supposed to be filled with an insatiable lust near omegas in heat, after all. And even though youâve never felt that beforeânever felt anything sleeping with all those omegas in your mistressâ houseâyou are sure you'll eventually feel it around Aventurine.
But the feeling never comes. Even though you can tell that his heat has returned by the time you're backâsweat beading his temples, laboured breaths at his lips, his bottoms now discarded, with full evidence of arousal between his legsâyou don't feel much of anything as you reach for your mask again.
âDon't,â Aventurine says, before it can clasp around your face. You give him a curious look. He explains, âDon't. I don't want to have sex again. Not yet.â
You stare at him, shifting. Uncomfortable. Uncertain. Not knowing how he wants to use you. âWhat can I do?â
He gives you a long look. âCome here. I⊠I want your scent gland.â
It's a sensible request. If there's a way to seek relief without fucking someoneâwithout fucking you, which he clearly hated doingâyou're sure Aventurine would prefer it. So you climb into his nest, holding your wrist out for him, andâ
âNo.â His voice is quiet. âI want the one on your neck.â
â...oh.â
You stand there, not sure where to move. If he wants you in his nest again, or if heâd rather do this standing. Youâre relieved when he demands, âLie down.â
You expect him to get on top of you when you do. Assume that he wants complete controlâbut he instead lies down beside you. Presses his body into yours, and then his face into your neck. His nose and lips brush against your scent gland, a full-body shudder running through him, andâ
âand now you know for a fact that it is a lie that alphas want nothing other than to fuck an omega when they're in heat. Because even like this, with his lips sweet on your neck, with the sheets soaked with his slick, with his spend leaking out of youâyou do not want to have sex with Aventurine. You only want to hold him. You only want him to keep scenting you. You only want to scent him back.
You only want him to feel safe.
You breathe in deeply, lungs flooded by honey. You think of what it felt like to hold him in that cold basement, when he was delirious with fever and pain, and you think about how different his scent is now. How much sweeter it is. How much calmer he feels.
âDo you feel better?â you ask, and he doesn't respond, but you know the answer. His hands come up to dig into your shirt, and he presses into you like you're a sweater in his nest. Silence blankets over you both, calm and warm. His laboured breath starts to improve.
He does eventually speak.
âHas anyone ever told you,â he says, âwhat you smell like?â
You stare at him. Your master used to say that you smelled good, but he'd never elaborated, and you hadn't wanted him to. âNo.â
Aventurine breathes in.
âYou smell likeââ A little sigh, shaking and feverish, leaves him. âYou smell like rain.â
Your eyebrows tick up. âRain?â
âYes. Or not just rain, butââhe pauses, next words quietââmore Iike after it rains. You smell like the desert after a rainfall.â
âOh.â You don't know what to say to that. Feeling distinctly like it's a silly question, you ask, âIs that a good scent?â
âSome would think so. Especially to people from the desert. You probably smell like a blessing to them. AlthoughâŠâ
Aventurine goes quiet again. You stare at the chandelier above you, all crystal and white gold, and wait.
âAlthough?â you prompt.
â...although I wouldn't really know,â he says. âItâs just a hunch. I bet it's why so many omegas on this planet like you.â
You couldn't care less about those other omegas. All you care about is Aventurine. âAnd?â you say. âDo you like my scent?â
His reply never comes. He just breathes deeply again, seeking relief from your neckânot intimacy. Any alphaâs scent would work; that doctor told you so. Any alphaâs touch would work, too. There are no special feelings involved here. Your place in the world is one of a tool, and tools are never especially liked nor disliked. Their value exists only in how they can be used.
You don't know why you even bothered to ask the question.
But then something strange happens: Aventurine curls against you, pressing even further into you. His lashes flutter against your pulse again; it ticks up in response, beating fast against his lips.
âI do,â he says quietly. âI do like it.â
You swallow. âBut I guess that's because you're in heat. Any alpha would smell good to you, wouldnât they?â
âNo.â His fingers dig into the fabric of your shirt. âNo, I like it because it's yours.â
You know better than to read too much into his response. Aventurine had already said it earlier: No foreign scents. He's only tolerating this whole arrangement because you don't smell unfamiliar to him. Only able to use you because you are the least threatening option.
But the words break something in youâbreak the thing that made you unable to throw out that little pouch of copper coins that you were saving up for Kakavashaâs freedom, the part of you that made you wear that carbon-steel mask for him. It is this part of you that has your eyes squeezing shut and your arms wrapping around him. You know heâll recoil, reject you, but just this onceâyou need to try.
Aventurine doesn't push you away.
He melts into you instead, inhaling deeply. Your scent gland tingles with the warmth of his breath, the feeling of his lips. He seemsâcomfortable.
You can't fathom why heâs staying in your arms. Perhaps he's simply desperate for some kind of relief from his heat, just like when you held him in the basement while he was delirious from pain. But Aventurine had spoken to you with clarity just now, and his skin doesn't feel scalding so much as warm, and his scent is so different than from that moment. So sweet and so gentle, without a trace of fear. It makes your heart squeeze. As much as you've always wanted Aventurine to feel safe, you'd never imagined that his scent would be so beautiful when he is.
It makes your heart ache. You've never held anything so lovely before, and youâve never felt so warm before, and it all makes up for how badly it hurt to let Aventurine inside you. How hollow it made you feel to let him use you. How none of that matters as long as you can keep him safe like this, because you belong to Kakavasha. You'll always belong to Kakavasha, in a fate that was chosen for you on the day you met him.
You're his, always hisâeven if heâll never want you.
end part i
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hiii baby đ€
weird request maybeâŠ
But reader being tired of dating but really wanting a babyâŠlike she just really doesnât want to wait for the perfect man to settle down with, but she really really really wants a baby.
So she asks childhood!bestfriend!bucky or like childhood!bestfriend!CE!Character to impregnate herâŠ
He (being secretly in love with her) agrees, so they make one đ©
hi honey! not weird at all! I loved this, I'm hoping I did it justice and that you love it!
summary - you've decided to stop going on dates when the last one fails and go to your best friend for the thing you desperately want.
warning - smut, breeding kink, unrequited love (or not), horrible dates, creampie, swearing, slight angst.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
You sigh, having just come back from yet another failed date. No man seemed to live up to the expectation you were looking for. You sagged into the couch, kicking your shoes off and beginning to massage your temples. âUgh, Iâll never find the perfect man to settle down withâŠâ You look down at your stomach, and your mind fills with images of you being pregnant. Your eyes blink it away as you rub your belly. âI just want a baby⊠Is that so hard?âÂ
Your eyes widen when you realise you have the perfect plan. Bucky! Heâs your best friend, an ideal option for a sperm donor. You quickly dig through your purse and pull out your phone, unlocking it and quickly sending him a message.Â
âHey, are you able to come over? I have something important to ask you.â You send the text, gnawing on your bottom lip as you wait for his response, watching the three little dots appear.Â
âSure, Iâll be there in 10 minutes with your favourite snacks.âÂ
You smile, quickly jumping up and running to your room. You strip from the clothes you sadly wasted on your date and changed into a red lingerie set that Bucky got you for your birthday. You smirked when you remembered how flushed Bucky looked as you opened the gift bag and promised to show him one day. You walk over to the mirror and fix your make-up, reapplying your red gloss.Â
When you hear the door unlock, you quickly throw on your silk robe and head out of your room, ready to greet Bucky. He enters and smiles when he sees you waiting there for him. His heart practically pounds out of his chest as you smile back at him, walking over and wrapping your arms around his body. âHey, I got us some Chinese.â He wraps one arm around you, tightly holding the bag of food with the other.Â
âYou came so fast!â Your cheeks heat up at the innuendo of your words. You donât notice the pout on his lips as you pull away from him and begin to walk toward the lounge room. âCâmon, Iâd feel better asking you the thing while sitting down⊠I donât really know how youâll feel about it.â Your chew on your bottom lip, your nerves getting to you as you realise if he says no, youâll possibly be ruining a good friendship.
Bucky follows you like a lost puppy, practically feeling your nerves radiating off of you. His eyes shamefully land on your arse, watching your hips sway as you walk before him. âSo, uh⊠How did your date go?â This would be the tenth date this week that youâve been on, and as your best friend, Bucky knows all about them and how lately they havenât been going well. Except for his heart that constantly broke every time you told him you had a date with everyone but him. Bucky sits beside you, pulling out the hot food and handing you your usual.Â
âShit like the others.â You immediately begin to stuff your face with food, starving from storming off during the date. âFrom the moment we met, all he spoke about was himself and the women heâs been with. Then when we sat down to eat, he ordered for me, but when I stood up for myself and ordered what I wanted. He decided to call me a cow and fat and that no man would ever love me if I didnât let them take control of my life.â You growl, shovelling more food in your mouth. You swallow and look at Bucky, noticing the angry look behind his eyes but deciding to ignore that. âBut, I came to a conclusion. You know how much Iâve been wanting a baby and have been trying to find the perfect man to settle down with.â
Bucky nods before frowning. âPlease donât tell me you're going to just sleep with one of these guys to get one.â His brows furrow. âYou deserve more than that. You deserve someone that will be there for you and the baby.â
You wave him off, sucking some juice off your thumb. âOf course not. I had someone better in mind.â Your eyes connect with him, and Buckyâs brows raise when he puts the pieces together. âI want you to impregnate me, Bucky.â
âYâyouââ He swallows, blinking rapidly, wondering if he heard you right.
âI want you, Bucky. Just imagine how cute our baby would be, but I understand if you say no and no longer want to beââ
âYes.â
âBââ
âYes.â Bucky immediately scoots closer and cups your cheeks. âIâll pump you full until you are carrying my child.â You feel slick gather between your thighs, turned on by his words. Buckyâs hands move down and undo your robe, choking on his saliva when his eyes land on the red lingerie set he had bought you. âYouâre so beautifulâŠâ He whispers, staring for a while before looking into your eyes. âDâdo you want to go slow orâŠâ Bucky swallows, knowing that you werenât doing this because you felt anything for him. You were doing this to get a baby.
âFast, for now, I just need you.â You whimper. You grasp the back of Buckyâs head and pull him toward you, devouring his lips with yours. âPlease, fuck a baby into me.â
Bucky catches the for-now part, causing his heart to jump, knowing there might be another time. His breath catches as your lips connect, swearing that fireworks went off. His hand lands between your legs and begins to rub you through your knickers, letting out a moan as he feels how wet you are. âDâdid you touch yourself before I got here?âÂ
You shake your head, âNo, noâŠ.â You whine, back arching and legs spreading more as he touches you. Bucky feels his cock harden more when he realises he made you wet. âBucky, please.â You blink the tears away, so overwhelmed with your feelings for your best friend and your horniness. You hadnât been touched in so long, and to have Bucky finally touch you with the promise of putting a baby in you intensifies it.
Bucky leans back, giving you a look. âAre you sure about this? Because once I start, I really donât think Iâll be able to stop.â You nod rapidly, gripping any part of him that you can. He places a hand under your chin. âI need words, Y/n.âÂ
âYes, Bucky. Iâm sure I want this.â You watch him remove your clothes, followed by his, and you gasp as your eyes land on his member. âYouâre so bigâŠâ Bucky strokes his cock, lining it with your sopping cunt. As he pushes in, Bucky leans forward and connects his lips with yours, swallowing your moans. âOâohâŠâÂ
His hands move down and grip your hips, thrusting deep, fast and hard into your tight walls. âFuck, you feel so good, doll.â Your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer to you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits deep inside you, hitting places youâve never reached before. âI canât wait to pump you full of my cum, doll. Breed you.â He growls, getting lost in the feel of you.Â
You moan, gripping onto your best friend, feeling him split you open, bringing you pleasure youâve never felt before. You canât wait until he fills you with his cum, giving you what youâve always wanted. âFaster, Bucky, please.â You donât know how heâs done it, but you're so close you can feel your orgasm just around the corner.Â
Buckyâs hips begin to snap, slamming into you hard and fast. âShit, doll. Iâm so close.â His hand slides between your bodies, locating your clit and rubbing it. Your back arches, legs squeezing tighter around him as your juices squirt out of you, your walls pulsating around his thick cock. Bucky groans, burying his face into your neck, pounding into you before burying himself deep inside you. Thick spurts of cum shoot out of his mushroom tip as he pumps you full of his cream. âFuck, fuck! Thereâs so much. It feels too good, doll!â
You sag into the couch, pulling Bucky along with you, enjoying the feeling of his softening cock inside of you. He stares at you, stroking your cheek, and you smile tiredly up at him. âThank you, Bucky. I hope this takes, if not. We will have just to keep trying.â
Bucky smiles, âIâd be happy with that.â He leans forward and presses a soft kiss on your forehead.
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How the JJK Men Flirt
characters: Gojo, Nanami, Choso
â content: slightly suggestive for gojo, choso is a cutie pie, Nanami will always be husband material
Satoru Gojo
Thinks he is a smooth operator
In reality, has zero rizz. Creepy rizz.
âDamn Ma, you shit with that ass?â đ©
Makes up for it with his looks and the fact that heâs loaded (wallet and pants).
âWhen are you gonna let me take you out on a date?â He leans against the wall looking down at you through his blindfold.
âGo away Satoru.â You slip past his arms, leaving the white-haired sorcerer speechless.
You lounge on the couch of your apartment when you hear a knock on the door. Upon opening it you see roses, snacks, and a Chanel bag on the doorstep. Attached to the flowers is a card.
âGet ready for the BEST NIGHT EVER be there @ 7<3â
Guess you have no choice now?
Once you get past his strong personality heâs actually really sweet.
His laid-back demeanor is really just a front, Satoru is a nervous wreck when it comes to talking to women. Especially You.
Is so worried about impressing you, he buys the most expensive thing on the menu. The food ends up being way too fancy for your tastes so you guys end up at a fast food place.
Orders everything off the menu there too.
Ends up getting so sick from eating too much you have to take him home to take care of him.
That was his plan all along.
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Kento Nanami
You canât really tell heâs flirting??
It starts as little things he does for you.
Complaining about working late? A cup of coffee is on your desk when you get to work.
No time to grab lunch? Kento coincidentally has an extra bento.
He always plays it off though:
âI just happened to make too much food.â
âWe canât afford for you to get sick, thereâs too much work to get done.â
But the truth is, he hopes you complain about something so he can swoop in and fix it. On your day off, the first one in months you decide to visit a bakery youâve seen all over Instagram. You see a tall man in front of you⊠he kind of looks like-
âKento?â
âOh. Hello.â He turns around, recognizing your voice immediately. He looks different without a suit. âIâve never seen you here before. Might this be your first time?â
âYeah, I saw it online and wanted to give it a shot!â You chuckle nervously.
The line moves, itâs now Kentoâs turn to order.
âIâll have the sourdough loaf, half dozen croissants and..â He turns to you âWhatever this young lady wants.â
You end up ordering a slice of chocolate cake and a few other treats. Profusely thanking your coworker for paying, ever the gentleman.
âThanks again, please allow me to pay you back-â
âDonât even think about it.â He says firmly, a moment passes. âAre you heading out now? Maybe we can eat some of these togetherââ
âYES.â
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Choso Kamo
Actually adorable.
Follows you around like a love-sick puppy.
You need him to jump? How high?
He notices EVERYTHING about you.
âYou changed your hair today. I like it.â
âIâve never seen you in that sweater before, its pretty.â All said with an intense blush on his face.
He doesnât really understand why you have such an effect on him, at first he thinks you cursed him or something.
But one day heâs out with Yuji and brings it up.
âWhenever Iâm with (Y/N) I donât want to leave her side. It's like Iâm drawn to her.â
His younger brother just laughs.
âSounds like youâre in love Choso.â
Love?
Once he realizes it he just flat-out confesses. Pulls you away to a secluded spot on the school grounds. There's a bouquet of roses, a teddy bear and chocolate by the base of the tree.
Takes your hands in his and looks at you with a scared but hopeful expression.
â(Y/N).. Would you please be my girlfriend?â
And your heart swoons.
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I mean. Everything. Literally everything.
But especially, his neck. And that little freckle on his neck.
Fuck.
Joel Miller youâll always be famous and number one in my heart.
no words. just dirty thoughts.
#best profile Iâve ever seen#freckles#god heâs so đ©đ©đ©#his neck#his side profile#so many thoughtssss#the gray in his beard#his hair#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters#joel miller tlou
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I got the notification the comic updated this morning like RIGHT as I had to start working! Needless to say, my excitement got me through the day (and had such good payoff omgg)! Thank you for sharing your work with the world, it brings such joy to so many people!
But directors commentary? đ I gotta say I love it equally as much as each update!
đ¶two months without uploading they come back with a side conversation that takes up a whole updateđ¶ jokes aside uh. most of the rest of this chapter is going to be like this. sorry. bonus links is an excuse to have link legend of zelda philosophize at himself for 1000 pages probably at this rate
I rewrote this conversation a BUNCH. there are versions of it that are much longer, where they actually talk a bit abt the master swordâ I really liked those versions, but I decided to save some of that for later. my goal was to create a convo where they both are sort of dancing around what they mean, but they come to an understanding anyway. I think Slate and Wake have a lot in common that they could bond abt.
Hereâs an important note about Slateâs character: he does not lie. he says what he means. He will, however, prolifically dodge ur questions lolol
some notes from the script I left for myself abt Wakeâs expressions, hope I was able to capture them lolol
Wolf playing with the kids! This was an important detail for me to include lolol tho I nearly left it out bc I was having trouble staging this update. I wanted to build more of a connection between him playing w the kids on the island and him playing with the kids in Ordon, but thereâs just not time, and the last update already kind of covered that emotion. Wolf is a really quiet guy, so Iâve been doing my best to build up his character in the bg even if he hasnât gotten center stage yet. A lot of ppl commented on how this is the happiest weâve seen him so far, and that was the intention!
Just wanted to call attention to these cute lil faces.
Loft continuing his streak of falling asleep at every party heâs ever been to. alas, no partners to carry him home this time :-(
Lore abt the triforce mark has been inconsistent from game to game. Like usual, Iâm sort of cobbling together my own interpretation from ideas I likeâ so, in this instance, the triforce mark isnât just from having at one point handled the triforce or possessed a piece of it, and not everyone has it.
I am obsessed w the hero of time statue in wind waker. It is such a striking image, and that section of the game is one of my favorites from any Zelda game. I am also obsessed w how Wind Waker approaches itself as the aftermath of oot. I am really excited to put Wake and Mask in the same room lolol. as a side note, statues really are becoming a motif in this comic huh
Thatâs abt all Iâve got for now! Thanks for reading!! I really hope the chapter has been enjoyable so far. Weâve got a little while left to go, despite my best efforts to keep this chapter short đ©
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Exploring Kurosawa's internalized homophobia and compulsive heteronormativity
oh yea baby we bustin out the Big Words for this one đ
This was supposed to be posted at the end of pride month but Life happened and it got delayed a lot đ© So yea happy pride month (and happy birthday Kurosawa I guess đ)
(btw I think I've never mentioned this on any of my other posts but english is not my first language, so if anything I write ever sounds awkward, that's probably why đ
) (also I had to merge a bunch of images to get around the image limit, this post is really long, the word count is at 1930 words đ)
Hope you guys enjoy the read! đ
Spoilers for anything up to vol 11
Let me start this by saying that there's no actual textual evidence of Kurosawa being gay (rather than bi/pan), so this interpretation is definitely veering towards headcanon territory. I'm also not trying to establish this as the only Correct opinion and anyone is of course allowed to have their own sexuality headcanons, this is very healthy and valid đ
Kurosawa's internalized homophobia
The first scene I want to put under a magnifying glass is this one.
Let's examine what's going on here: Kurosawa has just tried to kiss Adachi, whose hesitation he perceived as disgust. Then he pretends it was disgusting for him too, because he thinks that is the average reaction anyone would have, extending this to Adachi as well. The way he says "who'd be into that?" is already lowkey homophobic, but the japanese line makes it even more evident: "æźéć«ă ăăȘ" (= "Normally, you'd dislike that right?"). Keyword here being "æźé" = "normal, ordinary", implying that anyone who would like that is abnormal. So what does that say about him then, who was so happy to get the chance to kiss another man? This is pretty much textbook internalized homophobia, where he has accepted what he perceives to be the general opinion on gay people and has made those values his own, hating himself for it (albeit only briefly here), which is why he internally apologizes to Adachi.
This is not the only instance of him feeling like that, although this next part is slightly more speculative than the more obvious example above.
So we all know that Kurosawa is a jealous, jealous man. It's one of his defining character traits and it's often the source of conflict and comedy alike. But he does not express his jealousy equally across genders. With men he has this strong rivalry where he needs to prove himself better and more worthy of Adachi's attention.
But with women he has a different approach: gently coaxing them away from him, lest they realize what a catch Adachi really is.
So, why this difference? The answer I have is that he doesn't actually believe he can compete with a woman. If Adachi wants to be close with a man, Kurosawa thinks it might as well be him, he's the best option after all. But if Adachi wants a woman, he cannot offer anything and is therefore the inferior option. He believes this even after he found out Adachi's not completely repulsed at the idea of being with a man. Even if Adachi's okay with men, he'll always prefer a woman.
And whenever he imagines anyone else with Adachi, it's always a woman, specifically Fujisaki, which he believes is "his type".
And he at least thinks he's very far away from that ideal. (He's not but that's a topic for a different essay.) If anyone's wondering why he even bothers at all then if he's so sure that a woman will out-compete him, I think the lyrics from the anime opening actually put it best, specifically the last verse:
I have these impatient feelings I doubt this love will come to fruition But still I can't give up this happiness There's a feeling here I can't resist A love like a castle in the sky
So basically, his plan is that he might as well ride the high of his first ever crush as far as it will go, intercepting where he can to prolong it just that little bit further, until it all inevitably comes to an end. (a castle in the sky = an unreachable dream) This plan kind of fluctuates throughout volumes 1-3 as Adachi gives him a bunch of mixed signals, but it holds true most of the time.
Adachi's side
Now I'd like to highlight the way Adachi actually thinks about their relationship, because it serves as a great contrast to Kurosawa's assumptions about him.
Throughout the first three volumes we see him grapple with his newfound feelings for Kurosawa, but he (almost) never puts his gender at the forefront of his musings. The manga makes it very clear that it's his lack of romantic experience and low self esteem that make it hard for him to accept Kurosawa's affections, and not the fact that he's a man.
This second page here being his own little gay awakening, where he realizes that he is not, in fact, disgusted by intimacy with a man.
It's also worth mentioning that when he later introduces Kurosawa to his parents (ch 41), they are immediately welcoming of him, suggesting he grew up in a very tolerant environment.
And it's not like he's completely unaware of heteronormativity/homophobia either, especially after he does his research in vol 8, but he is slightly more defiant in responding to it.
(I love how he just buys that bag he probably doesn't need that's supposed to come with all the wedding magazines, just as this very tiny act of rebellion.)
So now that we can see how different Kurosawa's thought patterns are compared to Adachi's, the next question we should ask ourselves is: Why is he like that?
Heteronormativity in Kurosawa's life
(yes we're finally getting to the comphet part of the essay đ)
First let's look at the environment he grew up in. There are not many scenes with his family, but from those that we do have, we can at least make some assumptions about how he must've been raised.
His mother is clearly the authority figure in his life, judging by how she's described as "strong" and how terrified he is at her merely setting down a teacup (while Adachi has a more mild reaction). Her reaction to the news of them dating and Kurosawa expecting his parents to go as far as disowning him for it would suggest that she might just be generally homophobic.
But when they actually go meet her we see this slightly more nuanced perspective.
She's not entirely against it, but she does believe they are making a mistake by choosing to be together, hence why she thinks they might "regret it". There's many hardships that gay couples in Japan face, some of which we even see discussed in the manga, so it's not hard to see why she would be concerned for her son. The way she talks about Kurosawa never causing any problems, but "changing" ever since he fell for Adachi further supports that conformity is what she believes will ultimately lead to a successful, happy life. And that's also why she accepts Adachi later, when he's made it abundantly clear in his speech that they are happier in this non-conforming relationship than they were without it.
To contrast, her other child Mari is shown to have a very progressive stance (see: her pep talk in ch 47) and it would not surprise me if that is the reason she's rarely in japan and is never seen together with her family, save for the one time they're all at the wedding. She might find the conforming environment too restrictive and preferring to keep her distance. (shoutout to naina for this bit đ)
So that's Kurosawa's family situation. Now let's check how his social circle holds up.
From what we see of his friends, they never even seem to consider him possibly being with a man.
And his work environment seems rather toxic to say the least.
It clearly dictates traditional gender roles as the ideal. Nobody except Fujisaki even clocks any of Kurosawa's advances on Adachi as romantic in nature, even though he seems to be quite obvious about it (see: ch 34.5). And it's not like dating in general is discouraged at Toyokawa either, as we can see from all the women constantly vying for Kurosawa's attention.
From all this we can conclude that Kurosawa's upbringing and social/work environment is painfully heteronormative and until he falls for Adachi it seems he never questioned the status quo either.
The famous onsen scene, while funny, also reveals the sad truth that Kurosawa, in his 30 years of life, probably never even had the chance to explore his sexual orientation, rather focusing on being "perfect" in his straight relationships.
Speaking of those relationships...
He apparently had a bunch of girlfriends, who all seem to have dumped him pretty early on. His mother's surprise at him expressing a willingness to commit also makes me think he's never brought anyone home either. He also only seems to have a surface level understanding of what a proper relationship is supposed to entail, if his idea of an ideal date is just "what the average person" thinks is romantic. So why were all of his relationships so short-lived? Before I answer that...
Intermission: Kurosawa's smiles
It has come to my attention that this is not common knowledge, so let me explain: There's a way to tell apart Kurosawa's fake smiles from his real ones, without any context clues, just purely visually.
Real smiles: (ch 23, 24, 37)
Fake smiles: (ch 5, 13, 32)
The difference being very simple: Blush = real, no blush = fake đ And before anyone mentions it: No he doesn't just blush when he's around Adachi, that last fake smile is actually directed at him. (ch 32)
Edit from the future: This holds true like 90% of the time, but as Toyota's art style becomes more detailed, this doesn't apply as much in the newer volumes. I think there's also new details added that I haven't quite figured out yet so take this bit with a grain of salt. (The images below are still from her early art style though.)
So now that we have this additional knowledge, let's take a look at every instance Kurosawa is paired with a woman.
He's smiling in all of these. Not a single one has a real smile in it though.
I think he's never actually had his heart in any of his relationships, and the girls probably noticed it and that's why they dumped him.
And, of course, the first time he actually falls in love...
... just so happens to be with a man.
Even his friends comment on this, who have known him since high school.
It's almost funny how perfectly this aligns with real life gay people. Having numerous, short-lived relationships with people of the "wrong" gender is one of the more common traits of compulsive heteronormativity. (source: me oof) (but also shoutout to the "Am I a lesbian?" masterdoc, google it if you don't know, it's truly eye-opening)
After dating Adachi
So we have already established that he's far happier when he does finally get to date Adachi, but do any of his other thought patterns change?
Honestly it seems like he throws every single reservation about being seen as gay out the window.
He starts bragging like crazy about his new relationship to anyone willing (and unwilling) to listen, he has no qualms about PDA, he marks Adachi up and down so everyone knows he's taken and the only thing stopping him from proclaiming his love for Adachi to the whole world is the still very much existing societal homophobia. But he is a lot more easy-going about it now than he ever was before.
And I think the best way to describe this mental shift is, hear me out, the date song from volume 4...
... specifically the last 2 verses as a whole, and this section in particular:
"I won't let anyone divide our fraction! You couldn't pry this thrill from my hands when they're cold and dead!"
Horrible lyrics aside, this perfectly encapsulates how Kurosawa simply couldn't care less anymore now that he finally has what he's wanted for more than a year, maybe even his whole life. All the societal pressure pales in comparison to the sheer euphoria he feels at finally having someone that he loves and who loves him back just as strongly, feeling cared for and seen like no one else ever did.
And, you know, just happens to be a man. đłïžâđ
#cherry magic#my essays#this is the mother of all essays I've ever done jesus christ#this thing spawned like 8 other post ideas btw#can't wait to finally get to those lmao
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So I just got ~dumped~ and your sexting fic was đ„”
So could I emergency request a part 2 with sanemi, Obanai, Giyuu and Akaza reacting to female reader sending spicy pics?
âž ANSWERING. i apologise if itâs a bit rushed, but i was in delay so ):
âž FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba
âž CHARACTERS. sanemi shinazugawa, obanai iguro, giyu tomioka & akaza x fem!reader
âž RATING. nsfw
âž WARNINGS. smut, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (donât be silly, wrap your willy), light choking, lemme know if i forgot something!! not proofread
check the other part here !!
SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA
he just finished his math lesson when he noticed a bunch of notifs from you
he waited for the kids to exit the classroom before opening it
he almost choked on his saliva when his eyes met your naked form posing for him in the mirror
you also sent a pic of yourself wearing a new dress, it wrapped itself around your form amazingly
sanemi took a deep breath and palmed his cock through his jeans, his cock twitching
he looked forward to get home (;
once he got there, sanemi didnât give you time to welcome him really
âoh, ânemi,â you moaned once he gets between your legs. his tongue and his fingers worked magic on your cunt, making you see stars
you gripped his hair, pulling him even closer while you rutted against his face
his chin got more and more wet thanks to the sweet juices gushing out of your clenching hole
âd-donât stop!â you cried out, trapping his head between your thighs
but why would he stop? he longed the whole day to find himself with his face buried between your legs
OBANAI IGURO
you know obanai and you basically sent a couple of pics of you in your underwear to tease him a bit
what you didnât expect was him getting home and acting literally feral
he kissed you with such passion and desire that you felt light-headed
you found yourself riding his dick while he was there praising and admiring you
no i mean, literally
obanai was just laying down while you fucked yourself on his girth while he chanted a series of you feel so good, just like that baby, youâre squeezing me so tight, fuck, just like that darling, etc
he started thrusting his hips to meet your movements, your moans filling the rooms with sounds of skin slapping on skin
âlook at you,â he muttered, his voice filled with desire
it was probably one of the best fucks you ever had
GIYU TOMIOKA
it wasnât a typical thing between you two
so when he checked his notifs and found two pics of you touching yourself he almost let his phone fall on the ground, his cheeks a bright red
no need to say giyuâs pants started feeling uncomfortable due to his boner becoming more and more visible, straining against the fabric
once he got home, you found yourself sitting in his lap with your back pressed against his chest
giyuâs lips were busy kissing your neck and shoulders while his fingers circled your throbbing clit, his other hand making sure your legs were spread wide open while he pleasured you
you whined when two of his digits slipped inside your sopping cunt, looking for you g-spot
âyouâre so wet, baby,â he whispered into your ear, making you shiver. âis it all for me?â giyu teased while he fucked you with his rough fingers
âoh fuckâ yes!â you grabbed his forearm, trembling in his lap, getting closer to your release
the night was just starting
AKAZA
akaza wasnât that surprised when you sent him a bunch of pics of you naked
what surprised him was the message that followed
canât wait for you to get home, daddy đ©
âdaddy, huh?â
thatâs basically how you found yourself laying on your back while akaza was rearranging your inside
his cock kissed your cervix with every single thrust, his balls kept smacking your ass and one of his hand was wrapped around your neck, squeezing it enough to make you feel a bit lightheaded
âsay it,â he growled, his eyes focused on your fucked out expression. âcâmon baby, say it.â
what was he asking for? oh right,
âd-daddy!â you wrapped your fingers around his wrist, making sure he would keep his hand there. your legs started shaking due to the powerful orgasm washing over you
akaza smirked and kept thrusting into you, a white ring forming around his cock and causing wet sounds to fill your ears
you were making a mess all over him and the sheets were probably ruined, but the way he kissed you oh so tenderly once he finished filling you with thick spurts of cum
his aftercare is đŻ
âž BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. oh um, sometimes i donât know if my smut works are worth reading, you know? i fear theyâre boring and things like that lol
#đ â writing !!#sanemi shinazugawa x reader#obanai iguro x reader#giyuu tomioka x reader#akaza x reader#kny sanemi#kny obanai#kny giyuu#kny akaza#kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu no yaiba fanfic#demon slayer#demon slayer fanfic#demon slayer smut
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#can't stop thinking about this #i hate to say it but in general i'm leaning towards the luthor point of view here? i'm all for eyes being wide open #that said i feel neither pov is wrong #the kents have their reasons to believe the way they do and so do the luthors #it's just interesting when the differences between the families are brought into the spotlight #i feel that's when the show was at its strongest #it lost a lot when it became all about love triangles instead of this (via @raelis1)
100% agree and also this is why I claim 'eyes open' by taylor swift as a lex song:
#smallville#lex luthor#clark kent#sv meta#the fact that the luthors live in 'a cruel world where everybody stands and keeps score' is literally why lionel tells lex to open his eyes#'you'll never get anywhere with your eyes closed'#now lionel's perspective is mostly about wanting to gain power in their corporate dog-eat-dog world#but for lex keeping his eyes open is actually a necessity for his survival#because despite the luthors' wealth lex's life is actually incredibly unsafe#around every corner there's someone just waiting to betray and kill himâincluding his own fucking father#('everybody's waiting for you to break down / everybody's watching to see the fallout')#so he can't just 'accept miracles' the way the kents do#the way the kents HAD TOâwhen a baby fell out of the sky with no explanation ever given to them and they still accepted him as theirs#unlike the kents lex can't just blindly put his faith and trust in things working out for the bestâbecause for him they never do#('every lesson forms a new scar / they never thought you'd make it this far')#that's why he can't let the car crash goâthere has to be some kind of trick to it because good things don't just *happen* to him. ever.#and until clark came along there was nobody out there protecting him ('and nobody comes to save you now') so he had to keep himself safe#speaking of clark... his abilities obviously come with their own issues but let's face itâhe has godlike powers that no one else does#he can 'see anything' effortlessly#something that lex will never be able to do no matter how hard he tries ('two steps ahead and staying on guard')#this is why it's necessary for clark to 'learn to close his eyes'âhe doesn't want to be a god. he wants to be human and normal#so closing his eyes is his way of leveling the playing field so he can stay humble and grounded and feel like he belongs on earth#in conclusion: lex and clark keeping their eyes open and closed respectively are necessary adaptations#which have allowed both of them to survive in their day-to-day lives thus far#but at the same time character growth would involve both of them learning to be more flexible with these coping mechanisms#lex looking over his shoulder less and accepting that some things might just be unknowable so he can keep good people (clark) in his life#and clark embracing his powers and heritage instead of wishing for normalcy so he can eventually become the superman he's meant to be#...anyway I wasn't planning to write a goddamn TED talk but thanks for coming to it I guess đ©
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Usually donât send requests, but since you asked: which creeps do you think would take psychic damage from a friend or partner who purposefully misuses slang? Just thought to ask cus I thought Ben would probably have a physical reaction and I think that mental image was funny lol ïżŒ
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Characters used: Ben, Jeff, and EJ, Tim
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BEN:
Heâll cringe. No questions.
Now, I headcanon Ben as a self-taught modern-day gamer in the creepypasta universe (as in heâs bought every modern day consoles and devices and has slowly learned the mechanics and is now an expert), heâs got a plethora of video games for all his devices, his PC, consoles, Nintendo switch, and even his old DS!
So imagine when heâs showing you a new game he got for his switchâŠ.
But then immediately regrets it.
As you were sat in his lap, watching him play, you just casually drop, âWow, Ben! This game looks so litty on fleek, fam!â
MF hasnât EVER put his hands on you, but he is now-
He pushed you off his lap and looked at you like you kicked a puppy!
âIâŠI canât even look at you,â heâd be all dramatic, âI donât know who that was, but I NEVER wanna see them again!â
Youâd just be laying in the floor in a puddle of giggles.
âââ
Jeff:
It would happen on a mission. You and Jeff were targeted with killing a family and to leave none of them alive!
So, letâs say the targets son was a bit more than Jeff bargained for, so you swooped in and had to save the day, managing to tie the kids arms behind his back, âGET FUCKING YEETED, SCRUBLORD!â
Radio silence.
âWHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?!â
âWhat do you mean? Like, we gotta yeet him, you catching my driftwood, fam? No cap!â
At this point Jeff just rubs his temples and finishes off the target by stabbing him. His brain too absorbed in other things to try and decipher whatever youâre talking about.
Soon after you two left, blood stained and all, Jeff spoke up, âPlease, never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, talk like that again!â
âAlright fine! No need to get so hostile, we gucci litâ you finished off with finger guns and a sly chuckle.
â(N/N)!â
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EJ:
You were sick. Like, contagious sick.
So, per Jackâs orders, no leaving his infirmary only for the bathroom, always cough and sneeze into the elbow and not the hand, use tissues sparingly, wash your hands, and take showers to help alleviate headaches and open up your sinuses.
Unrelated, but donât worry, heâs made sure his baby gets the best comfort, after all, he needs you well rested and feeling better! đ„șđ
It was around 8pm when he knocked on the door before slowly opening it, he was dressed in pajamas holding a bowl of soup, âHi, loveâ Heâd greet you with a smile, not wearing his mask, as a demon he couldnât get sick and because he was comfy around you, âHowâs my baby doing?â đ
Of course youâd answer the same way every time, stating you were still sick, just like since the beginning of the week. đ
âI made you some soup, I know it isnât much, but itâll help alleviate some symptoms, and you look like youâre freezing, babyâ heâd say while handing you the soup.
You took a few bites of the noodle and a carrot piece, a small moan escaped your lips, âFuccckk~ This shit is straight bussinâ, Jackâ
His smile that he had while watching you eat was replaced with one of confusion. âW-what?â đ©
Youâd have to suppress a giggle, âWhat do you mean, âwhat? This soups straight bussinââ
Heâd try to understand what you meant, trying to wrack his brain for any semblance of what the word could mean đ
Overall, confused baby boi :(
Tim (Masky):
Masky angled the binoculars as he let out a low growl, watching as the group of targets were stationed at all access points. âFuck.â He grumbled before lowering the piece of equipment as he turned to you and Hoodie. âThis is gonna be a close call, theyâre stationed at all points of access. Do you guys have your weapons?â
Hoodie gave Tim a firm nod as he pulled out his pistol from his hoodie pocket, Masky reached into his duffle bag and pulled out a rifle, cocking it. He was about to ask you when you suddenly grabbed the weapon.
âWhoa! This thing is so fire!â Youâd say as you inspected it with awe. âTim, bro! This gun so fire! This definitely screams âI have BDE but Iâm not trying to make it a big dealâ, you know what I mean?â
âŠ
âŠ.
âWhat the actual fuck are you talking about?!â Heâd ask in confusion and irritation, quickly yanking his rifle back from you, âAnd give me that!â
You let out a small yelp when it was harshly yanked from your hands. âCalm down, Timmy, on the DL youâre still on my DTF list frfr. No capâ
Masky silently sat the rifle down, gloved hands pinching the bridge nose of the porcelain mask.
Overall: disappointment, confusion and irritation.
#creepypasta#creepypasta fandom#ben drowned#eyeless jack#jeff the killer#ben drowned x reader#eyeless jack x reader#jeff the killer x reader#jack nyras#jeffrey woods#creepypasta jeff the killer#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta eyeless jack#creepypasta ben drowned#masky marble hornets#masky x reader#masky x you#ben drowned x you#eyeless jack x you#jeff the killer x you#tim wright#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x you
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Sorry, no WOY posting today </3 Gotta feed the few Rick and Morty followers I have đ
Drawing Rick is one of the most torturous things I ever had to do đ I hate that he is my favorite character because that means I have to draw him more than once đ€.
An idea @/mortylovemail (on tiktok) had back in January that I just got around to doing! Saw their tiktok, and I was inspired :D
Also, I think this is the best mouth sync I have done so far đ©
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You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 26
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Yasmine glared at her cousin who was sitting across from her. This was the first time Yasmine had seen her cousin since she and Trin busted into her apartment and to find out that Airielle and Josh were not together but that she had gone out on a date with another guy pissed her off.Â
âStop looking at me like that.â Airielle muttered as she pushed her salmon and shrimp alfredo around on her plate. Yasmine sucked her teeth.Â
âI love you Airielle. With all my damn heart. But you need to relax. You hoping from nigga to nigga without giving yourself time to heal. So this Clifford dude, whatâs gonna happen when five months from now, he asks you to move in with him. You gonâ run away from him too?â Yasmine questioned, staring Airielle down.Â
âYas-âÂ
âNo.â Yasmine cut her off. âYou need to hear this Rih. I stayed out of it but goddamn it! You are letting the best man ever get away because youâre scared and I understand why you are scared but you need to talk to Josh about that. You need to let all the hurt go.â Â
âWhat hurt Yasmine?â Yasmine wanted to reach over and smack her cousin, but she decided against it since she didnât want to be in a jail in Arkansas while she was 7 months pregnant.
âYou lost your child Airielle. You had a miscarriage because your fiance was an abusive piece of shit. You have not gotten over that. You havenât asked me once how my pregnancy is going,and Iâm not mad about that - I promise you I'm not mad. But you canât carry this around for the rest of your life. Youâre scared because Josh has said multiple times that he loves you and wants to be with you forever. You dipped once he brought up moving in together because you know what comes next, starting a family.âÂ
Airielle scoffed and folded her arms over her chest. âThat's not the only reason Yasmine. You know I was going over there to talk to him. You and Trin literally forced me out of my apartment.â Â
âAnd you seen Christopher and chickened out right?â Â
âNo!â Airielle snapped, âHe had another woman at his place Yasmine. When he answered the door, he wouldnât even let me in, I had to talk to him in the hallway. He kept trying to get me to come back later or for him to come over to my place later and I was so fucking confused cause like, just let me talk to you.â Airielle took a deep breath trying to calm herself down. âThen, she opened the fucking door, stading there in nothing but his shirt, nipples on display for the whole world to see, talking bout some âis everything okay Josh.â Airielle said, mocking Yaraâs voice. âThat shit hurt Yas, he did that shit to get back at me because he seen me and Raymond together the night before.âÂ
Yasmine was floored. She had talked to Josh a couple of times, asking what was up with him and Airielle and he ainât mentioned none of that. âWait, he had some other bitch at his place?â When Airielle nodded, Yas continued. âDo you know her? Yâall work together?âÂ
âBitch sheâs my damn understudy.â Airielle huffed, showing Yas the text message she just received from Road Dogg stating that starting Friday, Yara would be shadowing Airielle. Yas gasped and covered her mouth in shock.Â
âYou fucking lying. I know you lying to me right now!â A couple of people in the restaurant looked their way but Airielle and Yasmine paid them no mind.Â
âThen he gon have the nerve, the audacity to tell me it was a mistake, like nigga are you dumb? You donât invite some bitch over to your place and fuck them by mistake.â Yasmine was speechless, literally. She sat there, mouth agape, staring at Airielle.Â
âMan, fuck him. I canât believe he did that to you.â Airielle just sighed and handed the waiter her debit card when he came over with the check. âSo what happened in Turks. Trin told me yâall spent half the day fucking.âÂ
âWe did.â Airielle nodded her head with another shrug as Yasmine rolled her eyes. âBut just because we had sex in Turks didnât mean we were supposed to get back together.âÂ
"Having sex in Turks doesn't exactly scream 'let's just be friends,' Airielle."
âI know that Yas.â Airielle replied, smiling at the waiter as he brought over her card and receipt. Airielle stood from her chair and went over to help Yasmine up. âI have to get back to the hotel. Itâs almost time for me to be at the arena.âÂ
âOkay. Joeâs waiting outside.â Airelle and Yasmine were silent as they made their way outside to Joeâs rental. Airielle was silent because Yasmin's words of her not being over her miscarriage were playing over and over in her mind. She hadnât even noticed that she pushed Yasmine away after finding out she was pregnant. While she was grateful she had no ties to Christopher, she couldnât help but think about how her child would have been and what they would have looked like.Â
Now Yasmines, she was simmering. She had told Josh back at Airielleâs surprise birthday party to not hurt her. She had told him that he had to be patient with her and to learn that Josh had sex with another women set Yasmine off. She was protective over Airielle and trust, Josh would be hearing her mouth today.Â
âHey Rih. You coming with us?â Joe asked as he got out of the SUV and opened the passenger door for Yasmine. Airielle shook her head and pointed over to her own rental.Â
âNope. I was Just walking her over here. I see yâall later okay?â Airielle pulled Yasmine into a tigh hug and whispered âiâm sorryâ into her ear, to which Yas responded back by rubbing her back.Â
âOh, I forgot to bring this in.â Yasmine said, before releasing Airielle and reaching into the car and pulling out a white box that had a pink bow wrapped around it and handed it to Airielle. âOpen it.â She said when Airielle arched her eyebrow at her.Â
Airielle opened the box and let the top fall to the ground as she let out a choked sob, covering her mouth with one of her hands. âAre you sure?â Airielle asked, failing to stop the tears from falling down her face.Â
âDuh. Who else would I ask? I love you and I know you're gonna love your niece slash goddaughter.âÂ
âThank you.â Airielle whispered before pulling her cousin into another hug.Â
To say she was shocked was an understatement. Airielle had come back to her hotel to one of the concierge telling her she had a package. Airielleâs eyes widened as the concierge pulled out nor one but FOUR bouquets of flowers. The concierge, who Airielle had learned her name was Amanda, looked at Airielle in amusement. âDo you need help carrying them to your room?â Airielle scoffed out a laugh and nodded her head. As she and Amanda walked towards the elevator. Airielle had spotted a card in one of the bouquets but decided to wait until she was alone to read it.Â
Anything to put a smile on that pretty face p.s ; you got me watching wrestling for the first time since I was in highschool.
Airielle smiled and took a picture of the flowers and sent them to Clifford to thank him and let him know that she received them. She then took another picture and posted it on her instagram story. She let out a laugh when she seen that Yara had already viewed it in the 12 seconds that it had been posted. âWeirdo must have my notifications on.â Airielle muttered as she walked into the bathroom so she could shower and then head to the arena.Â
AirielleJones posted to their story!
uceyjucey replied to your story: the fuk is this suppose to mean?
Simmons Bank ArenaÂ
Yasmine marched through the halls of the Simmons Bank Arena with a purpose. Joe was trailing behind her with a lazy smile on his face, he loved watching his girlfriend in âmama bear modeâ as he liked to call it when it came to her being protective over Airielle.Â
âBaby you gotta calm down. You being this mad aint good for the baby.â Yasmine huffed and flagged him off before pulling open The Bloodlineâs locker room door and storming inside.Â
âAye!â Jon called out, covering himself up as Yasmine stormed in. She ignored him though, her glare set on Josh who looked confused.Â
âMe and you.â She said pointing at Josh. âWe got problems. Outsideâ When he didnât move she looked over at Joe who chuckled and pulled Josh off of the couch and pushed him towards the door.Â
âAye man, what the fuck.â Josh yelled, pushing Joe back, then yelped when Yasmine came and grabbed him by his ear, dragging him out of the locker room and towards the docks. âListen Yas, I love you like a sister, but donât do that shit ever again.â He muttered, rubbing the spot on his ear where she was pulling.Â
âYou had sex with another woman!? And thought that Airi was just gonna forgive you?!â Josh huffed and let his head fall back so he was looking up at the sky.Â
âImma tell you the same thing I told her, it was a mistake that I wish I could take back.â He said as he lowered his head to look Yasmine in her eyes.Â
âThat was some rehearsed bullshit and you know it! You sleeping with that girl was no mistake Joshua. You wanted to hurt Airielle and you succeeded.âÂ
âI never wanted to hurt her Yas!â He spat back. âShe hurt me and I just wanted to - âÂ
âYou wanted to get back at her!â Yasmine cut him off. âI talked to Trin, and she said that this Yara girl has been around ever since then. Youâre rubbing it in Airielleâs face and itâs corny.â Josh opened his mouth but Yasmine cut him off again. âYou had that girl in the apartment that you wanted Airielle to move into. The same apartment that Airielle damn near decorated. Had that girl lying in the bed that you and Airielle were supposed to share and all you have to say is that it was a mistake?âÂ
âFuck..â Josh trailed off rubbing his hand over his face and sucking in a deep breath. âCâmon Yas, it wasnât like that. I just..â Josh trailed off again.Â
âJust admit it.â Yasmine huffed out. âYou might not have known that Airielle was going over to your place but the girl works with yâall. Did you think she was gonna keep her mouth shut?âÂ
âFuck..â Josh trailed off rubbing his hand over his face and sucking in a deep breath. âCâmon Yas, it wasnât like that. I just..â Josh trailed off again.Â
âJust admit it, you wanted to hurt her..â Yasmine huffed out. âYou might not have known that Airielle was going over to your place but the girl works with yâall. Did you think she was gonna keep her mouth shut?âÂ
âI didnât want to hurt her. I never wanted to hurt Airielle but what the fuck man, she hurt me so I just said fuck it. She was kissing up on him and holding his hand and shit but telling me she didnât want to me with me. I was fucking hurt Yasmine.âÂ
Yasmine sighed and nodded her head. âOkay, I understand that sheâs not completely innocent in this either. But saying itâs a mistake isnât the way to go. You want her back?â Josh nodded his head immediately at her question.Â
âIt doesn't matter though. She already moved on to some dude named Clifford or something.â Yasmine rolled her eyes.Â
âHe donât matter, I promise you he donât. What are you going to do? You have to prove to her that you want her and not this Yeasty or whatever her name is.â Yasmine said.Â
âWho this fuck is Yeasty?â Yasmine rolled her eyes and walked away from Josh back towards the locker room. âNo forreal,â He called out. âWho the fuck is that?!âÂ
Airielle had just finished her segment with Paul Heyman, the second Jon and Josh stepped out of the room, Airielle had booked it. She had to stay close by because she had another segment to film but she didnât want to see Josh or for Josh to see her.Â
She did have to admit though, from the little glimpse that she did get of him, he looked good. He had cut his hair a little bit and - nope. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to rid him from her mind.Â
âBe right back.â Yara said in a sickly sweet voice and threw a fake smile towards Airielle and then marched her way towards Josh who had just finished his segment. Airielle watched as Yara shoved her phone in Joshâs face, laughing as he glared at her, his jaw ticking as he looked at Yaraâs phone.Â
Airielle rolled her eyes and looked back down at her phone. Smiling at the message Clifford had sent her, telling her how beautiful she looked on t.v. She was in the middle of texting him back when another phone was placed on top of hers.Â
âWhat the fuck Rih?â Airielle looked up, meeting Josh's intense gaze. His face was contorted with anger and his fists were clenched tightly at his sides.
âWhat exactly are you mad about Joshua? You told me you were done with me. Was I just supposed to wait around for you?âÂ
âItâs been one fucking week Airielle! He snarled, his chest heaving and his fists clenched tightly. "One week," he repeated, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and hurt.
âAnd you fucked her the day after I had my date with Raymond. So whatâs the real problem here?âÂ
âWhy you keep bringing her up? This is between me and you, nobody else. Not even that car guy you tryna replace me with.âÂ
Airielle scoffed, âReplace you? What exactly do you want? Youâre over here bothering me for what?âÂ
âBecause I love you and I want to be with you. I donât want nobody else but you!â Airielleâs eyes flickered over to Yara who looked dejected and had tears welling up in her eyes. Yara snatched her phone from off of the equipment box where Josh had put it and walked away, not in the mood to be embarrassed anymore. Â âYou love me right?â Josh asked, bringing Airielleâs attention back to him. âRight?â she nodded. âAnd I love you, nothing or nobody matters. Nobody but us.â He cupped her jaw and leaned down so his forehead was resting against hers.Â
âNobody but us?â She repeated and he nodded. âSo if I were to forgive you, would you be able to forgive me?â Josh felt his heart rate start to pick up. But before he could ask her what she was talking about she blurted out,Â
âI slept with Cliff.â She lied, looking into his eyes to gauge his reaction. He released ber jaw and moved his forehead off of hers.Â
âYou fucking with me right?â When she shook her head, he continued, âItâs been one week Airielle!âÂ
She scoffed. âSo you canât forgive me? You expected me to forgive you, but you canât do the same? Youâre a hypocrite.â She rolled her eyes at him before walking away, flinching when she heard the sound of him throwing something against the wall.Â
So... Airielle lied just to see how just would react and chile... He big mad lol
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Vi (presumably) being left out of the undercity revolution is breaking my heart. I don't want a Jinx redemption arc and I don't want the sisters to magically be reunited under the new faction, but this is all that Vi wanted seven years ago, to fight with her people for a better life, and for her to be outside of it now đ©
I'm seeing a kind of, "serves her right for choosing the wrong side" attitude and ????? I can't think of a single major choice that wasn't a vote for Powder and/or the Undercity, I never once saw her choose Piltover, unless I'm missing something? I know she's in enforcer uniform in some of the clips, but I don't know under what circumstances/duress/context/goals, so I can't judge that yet. What I can judge is her expression there and she looks like she's going to vomit in a shoe and hang herself in the barn.
Said it before and I'll say it again, if it's just about being sweet to Caitlyn (or not being happy to shoot her dead at the drop of Jinx's hat), catching feels from someone showing tenderness and who displays overall GOODNESS, regardless of class loyalty and proves their good intentions multiple times in life and death situations, is not the same as switching sides politically or turning a blind eye on the Undercity plight.
I can see the show characters rejecting her as a traitor, and it makes sense from their POV, heck, she rejects SEVIKA as a traitor to the undercity, but we can see the whole picture. I don't see where Vi ever acted in Piltover's best interest or expressed a desire to further their goals.
#Vi#Arcane#Caitlyn#Jinx#Sevika#Vi never put Caitlyn before the Undercity#she ditched her at the bathysphere#She ditched her at the brothel#She ditched her to meet Jinx on top of the tower after seeing the flare#She ditched her on the bridge to go back for Jinx#Literally as soon as Caitlyn connected her with Jayce and wasn't useful anymore Vi ditched her#Whatever desire/curiosity/longing for connection Vi might have with Caitlyn#She has clear priorities#I don't even feel like a Vi defender
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If Lady Autumn didn't exist, I would be his wife.đ©đ„â€
I'm so invested in his character. I just want to know everything about him and Lady Autumn and his court. I just want to know if he knows or not that he has a beautiful son. I want to see him đ Beron, free LA and live happily ever after.
He's one of the best characters from ACOTAR and nobody can change my mind.
For those who have read TOG, I hope that Sjm doesn't pull a Aedion-Gavriel situation, iykyk đ„Č
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On top of being robbed of so much Juke content weâll never get, what I think about alot is how Juke would have been approached more if it went further.
One of the (many) reasons I love jatp so much is it makes me believe their characters are real, that they have background, they have their own goals and ambitions to them, theyâre fleshed out.
That moment of Flynn going âmy girls got a crush and his name is Lukeâ and Julie going âwhat no?! Lukeâs a ghostđł.â And Flynn saying âa cute ghostâ and Julie giving in and saying ââŠwith a perfect smileâșïžâ and adding that Luke is âcute airâ which implies she has indeed given this Luke crush idea some thought.
That moment of just two best friends talking about the others potential crush like thatâs such a good moment bc I genuinely believe that I am watching these two genuine besties just have that kind of talk with one another bc that happens!
Like that moment we have with our friends when theyâre like âhey I got something to tell you đâ or they approach you like âso⊠umm⊠Iâve been kind of noticing your behavior lately around this person.â Itâs the realistic little things like that which is why I appreciate this show so much.
Julie having the line of âwhat no! Lukeâs a ghost!â Means so much that, on top of acknowledging âhey heâs got a cute smile, and he himself is cuteâ she also acknowledged ââŠhe is a ghost thoughâŠâ but then our Julie being who she is (we love her for it) went âbut he still do be cute though đ„°â like this is a genuine teen girl in high school having a crush
And then later on when Reggie and Alex bring up how Luke and Julie ooze chemistry (and the way that throughout the show when Julie and Luke are being cute and them, the looks that we see Reggie and Alex give like Juke and then each other is so good bc I genuinely believe like âyeah these boys are all friends with one another so of course theyâd react that way to their other friend showing an interest in their fellow friendâ) Lukeâs like âno come on I have chemistry with everyone I sing withâ HE DOES THE SAME THING JULIE DID WHEN THE EXACT SAME TOPIC EAS BROUGHT UP TO HER! (Soulmates your honor!)
Him denying it, like Julie did, implies too that he also had the thinking of ââŠshe is alive though and Iâm notâ (I mean me personally I feel like Luke didnât truly realize he liked her until later on even if there were signs earlier, just bc he seems like the kind of person where like music was his absolute everything like even if the Sunset Curve fangirls were always like âomg Luke is amazing đâ, I just get the vibe that he would never really notice the advances towards him bc he is just so consumed in music and that is his whole existence, so when Reggie and Alex see that Luke appears to be falling for Julie itâs a big deal bc theyâre probably like âLuke has NEVER shown any interest ever so the fact that a girl has replaced music in his life THIS IS A MASSIVE DEALâ)
And then the moment when theyâre on Julieâs porch and she tries to hold his hand but ya know CANT (huge what a gut punched) and then she awkwardly looks away and heâs like ââŠthis is an interesting little relationship you and I haveâ and theyâre just there for a moment just looking and smiling at each other (THEYâRE FLIRTING SO MUCH WITHOUT SAYING ANY WORDS UGH TAKE ME đ©)
I am sat there genuinely believing that these are two teenagers who even though they know theyâre not *supposed* to feel a way about each other, they still do. Like that scene is their confession to one another and itâs so sweet and genuine bc in that moment where Julie tries to hold his hand, theyâre brought back to reality as to what they are and yet, they canât help but still like one another and appreciate each other bc of what the other person has changed so much in their life.
AND THEN, that scene in the beginning of the last episode how Julie asks to talk to Luke (and Reggie and Alex immediately are like âoop leave them be đ theyâre having a momentâ being the greatest friends that they are) and theyâre both standing there, in each others presence, it takes a moment for Julie to say what she wants to but theyâre just two kids who ended up in each others lives and they know they like each other but they know they canât act on those feelings yet they still just have this love for each other is so enduring and charming. The way Luke tells her âanything Julie you know thatâ MAKES ME MELT like ugh đ© their dynamic and friendship has grown so much with each other from episode 1 to like now and itâs so just ugh it gets me
When I think how Juke could have been approached if we had gotten a chance, I would have loved to see the new like âglowing touchâ development and how that would impact their dynamic. (I just imagine Reggie just hugs Julie all the time bc he can (he just seems like such a hugger and I feel like heâd give good onesđ„ș) and Alex also will gives her side hugs (they just take advantage of being able to physically touch her bc they donât know how long theyâre able to do it for with their new ghost development)) I feel like Luke and Julie would just be a bit apprehensive since the hand holding thing on the porch, and maybe their hug was just a one time thing.
Would have loved to see Carlos referring to Luke as âJulieâs boyfriendâ (he was there for edge of great and stand tall THERES NO WAY heâs thinking anything of than âthe sleeveless one is indeed my sisters boyfriendâ) would be extra great too with like Luke being in the room and Carlos just says that and Julie quickly trying to make him not talk about it bc itâs embarrassing đ her just being like âCarlos, heâs a ghostâ and him being like ââŠhey with you having a boyfriend are you going to have less time with Dad and I bc youâll be busy kissing him?â And Julieâs face just goes pale as Luke takes the time to take himself out of room meanwhile his face his like bright red
Would have loved to see when Carrieâs redemption is happening and itâs Julie and Carrie and Carrieâs like âsooooo đ Iâve seen how you look at your guitaristâ and she immediately tries to shut it down but Carrie is like âJules, we may not have been that close in the past year and some but weâve known each other for how long? I can see your tells!â
I just think a lot about how this ship, even though theyâre not meant to like each other yet they do and still care about each other, would have been approached more if we got the chance
#I just wanted to yap I apologize đ#OMG I forget to mention the locker scene âŠprobably for the best Iâve been yapping too much already no one wants more of that đ#probably could have been saved for a juke juedi but everyday is juke juedi to me#I know I kept repeating how I like genuinely believe these characters are real people but bc there are so many times where fictional#things like youâre watching it and are like âthat would never happenâ or âno one would do that irlâ but with jatp there is not one point#at all where your brain goes to that which speaks volumes with how good the writing is and how good of performances are in it like UGH#I LOVE IT (also I took a âfilm as artâ class and in that thereâs a term called âwillfullness of disbeliefâ where you as the viewer know#that these are actors playing charcaters and theyâre on a set HOWEVER in the media you are viewing you are willing to put that aside and#view it as taking in the set as an actual place and the actors ARE their characters)#in Jatp it makes me believe that like all our gang are real people bc of how well theyâre portrayed and written itâs just so cool to me đ„°#julie and the phantoms#jatp#jatp netflix#jatp julie#jatp luke#juke#jatp juke#jukebox
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