#but shes very used to keeping to herself so as to not make the people around her uncomfortable and so wont engage physically unless they do

[dazevi]

baby, can i? | vi x fem!reader, fluff, smut (18+ mdni) wc: 6k

synopsis: vi guides you through your first time. | masterlist

content warnings: modern au!, tiniest mention of hockey player!vi, virgin!reader/inexperienced!reader, experienced!vi, soft top!vi, needy vi, nsfw/smut; consent is sexy!!!!!!, kissing/making out, little bit of perverted vi, soft sex, fingering and oral (r!receiving) slight overstim, bit of praise kink for both reader and vi, a little sappy tbh

note: ok wait this actually is really sappy/cheesy/whatver ummm but i hope u like it (also i might be on a writers high a little bit > got a request for bartender!vi andi am very excited to write about it)

It was all innocent at first—a movie you chose playing on the TV in Vi’s apartment, her chin resting lightly on your shoulder, her thumbs gently brushing circles against your sides, and ever so often, her lips grazing the top of your head in fleeting, soft kisses. You were tucked between her legs, your back resting against her chest, and her arms were securely wrapped around your waist possessively, not wanting you to move away from her.

You were watching the movie—or at least, you were trying to.

But Vi wasn’t making it easy.

She’d been unusually affectionate all evening, her hands sneaking under the hem of your sweater to rest directly on your skin. They weren’t wandering; she wasn’t teasing you like she sometimes did.

No, this was different.

Her fingers were just there, pressed against your stomach as if she needed to feel the warmth of you. She was quiet, which wasn’t unusual when she was in one of these soft, clingy moods, but you could feel her every breath against your back, her chest rising and falling steadily. In different minutes, she would shift slightly, her legs tensing around you as if she were adjusting, but really, you knew it was just an excuse to pull you closer.

“Comfy?” she asked after a while, her voice low and soft in your ear.

“Mhm,” you murmured back, turning your head slightly to look at her.

She only smiled.

“What?” You smiled back, a soft giggle falling from your lips.

Vi shook her head, placing a tiny kiss to your shoulder, “Nothing.”

She was so close, her face inches from yours, her eyes glinting in the flickering light of the TV. There was a small smile tugging at her lips, and when she caught you looking at her, she tilted her head, her expression softening in a way that made your heart flutter.

Vi had been head over heels for you from the start, though she’d never admit how fast it all happened.

She prided herself on being smooth, confident, and a little cocky—someone who always knew how to flirt, how to charm, how to make the girls swoon. And it worked for her, for the most part. Vi had never struggled to get attention; her charm, confidence, and maybe sometimes even her muscles, did most of the talking before she even opened her mouth.

But none of that prepared her for you.

When you first started dating, Vi tried to play it cool. She told herself she’d keep it casual, keep things easy. But then you smiled at her like she’d hung the moon, and that was it. Vi fell hard—headfirst, without a parachute—and it terrified her.

She couldn’t stop thinking about you, couldn’t stop replaying every moment you spent together like they were the best scenes in a movie she never wanted to end. Every time you laughed, her chest felt too tight, like her heart was trying to claw its way out of her ribcage just to reach you. She didn’t even realize how deep she was in until one day she caught herself thinking about you in the middle of practice, her teammates yelling her name because she’d missed the puck for the third time.

She told herself it wasn’t a big deal. People fell in love all the time, right?

Right?

And that scared her more than anything. Because Vi wasn’t used to feeling this vulnerable. She was used to being in control, to calling the shots, to knowing exactly where she stood. But with you, she felt like she was walking a tightrope, one misstep away from falling so deep she might never recover. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Because as much as you terrified her, you also made her feel alive in ways she never thought possible.

And for the first time in her life, she wasn’t afraid to admit that someone else had her completely, utterly, helplessly wrapped around their finger.

And, truth be told, you’re not exactly experienced when it came to sex.

The first time you told her, it took Vi by surprise.

She had been getting touchy one day, as she always did when she was around you, teasing you with little brushes of her fingers against your skin, her lips grazing your neck as she whispered something playful in your ear. She could sense the way you tensed up, not in a way that made her think you were uncomfortable, but… uncertain.

“I—uh, I’m not really… experienced with all this,” you had admitted, your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, eyes glancing away, as if ashamed to even say it aloud. “I’ve never… done it with someone before.”

Vi froze, her breath caught in her throat.

She hadn’t expected it—hadn’t thought that you might be nervous about something so natural to her. Vi had been with plenty of people, experienced in more ways than one, but she’d never really stopped to think about someone who was new to it all, someone who might feel hesitant or unsure. She paused, but then the softest smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she looked at you softly.

“Hey,” she said, her voice gentle as she cupped your face with her hand, guiding your gaze back to hers. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, okay? I’m not in a rush. We’ll go at your pace, baby.”

You swallowed hard, the knot in your stomach still there, but hearing her words made it feel a little easier to breathe. She didn’t judge you. She didn’t make you feel small for being inexperienced. She understood your vulnerability because, in a way, she felt it too.

“I’m really into you,” Vi had said, her voice soft but sincere. “All I care about is being with you. So, if we go slow—if you need time—then we go slow. I’m not going anywhere.”

She kept her word.

She let you set the pace, kissed you slow and gentle, her hands always asking for permission before they moved anywhere further. When you’d get nervous, when you’d pull back, she’d smile at you, brushing your hair from your face, whispering how beautiful you were, how much she liked being close to you. She was kind of shocked herself. She had the patience to listen, the kind of patience she’d never thought she’d have for anyone, but for you? She’d have it for a lifetime if you needed her to.

But god, sometimes, it was really fucking hard.

She wanted to fuck you so bad.

Vi was, above all else, just a woman—a woman with desires that had been left unchecked for far too long. Everything you did made her heart race, made her head spin. You were so fucking pretty. It was almost unbearable. Vi wanted to get lost in you, wanted to feel her lips all over your skin, wanted to explore every inch of you until she knew you as well as she knew herself.

And she respected your boundaries more than anything. She wanted you to feel safe with her, to feel cherished, to feel like there was no rush.

But god, it was hard.

Every time you turned to her and smiled that soft, shy smile, when your fingers brushed against hers so innocently, it felt like you were silently asking for more—though you weren’t. The way you looked at her sometimes, the way you held her gaze when your lips brushed against hers, made it nearly impossible to keep herself in check.

In different situations, at a party, or even just in her apartment or yours, she’d excuse herself for a moment, retreating to the bathroom or something, just to compose herself. She’d close her eyes and huff a hard and heavy sigh, shamelessly picture it all in her head until it drove her insane. Then, she’d go back to you, a bit more touchy and loving, standing even closer than before, unable to get her eyes to look away from you. She’d smile that charming smile of hers when you turn to look at her and tell you it was nothing—even though it wasn’t nothing. Not when her eyes would keep falling to your soft lips, her hands itching at her sides to touch you in places people aren’t allowed to see, and her jaw clenching at the sight of you in such a pretty dress or whatever outfit you decided to put together that day.

Vi wasn’t perfect. Sometimes, she was just someone who wanted to touch you, to hold you, to feel your body pressed against hers. Every time you looked up at her, those soft eyes that sparkled when they met hers, she couldn’t help but think how much she wanted to kiss you, to make you feel as good as you made her feel.

But she holds herself back every time. And she’s quite proud of herself, actually.

Tonight, though, something felt different.

Vi couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt it deep in her bones. It wasn’t just the heat in the room or the way the soft glow of the TV flickered against your skin. It was the how you’d been leaning into her a little more tonight, just enough for her to notice the subtle shift in your body. And it wasn’t like before, when you’d shift away slightly or look at her with wide, hesitant eyes, unsure of the closeness.

Tonight, you didn’t do that. You leaned in closer.

Vi’s heart skipped a beat as she felt the warmth of your body pressing against hers. Her breath caught, the movie fading into the background as her attention narrowed to you. To the way your body fit so perfectly against hers. Her hand, which had been lazily resting on your waist, hands underneath your sweater, now slid lower, just a little bit—no big deal, just a gentle touch—but the way you didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away, made her pulse race. You didn’t look uncomfortable.

In fact, you looked like you were… waiting. Like you wanted her to touch you more.

Vi wasn’t one to back down from anything, but she had always been patient with you. Yet tonight, she felt the urge to push those boundaries just a little. Her fingertips slid from your waist to your hip, feeling the curve of you, the warmth of your skin beneath the soft fabric of your shirt.

Your breath hitched slightly, but you still didn’t pull away. Instead, your back arched just enough for her to notice, and your eyes flickered up to meet hers. That same shy smile of yours tugged at her heartstrings.

You didn’t seem to mind. In fact, Vi could swear there was something more in your gaze—something that matched the heat she felt rising inside her.

She could feel her chest tighten with as thoughts of you—only you—filled her mind.

She wanted you. So badly.

Her breath came out in soft, breathless whimpers, and your name—your sweet, simple name—fell from her lips like a prayer.

“Baby…” she whispered against you, closing her eyes and letting out soft sigh.

It was so desperate, so soft.

There was no mistaking the need in her voice, the way her breath quickened, the raw hunger she was trying so hard to control, to be gentle with you, but it was obvious to you now that she was practically using every bone in her body to stay patient.

You could feel it in every inch of her, in the way her hands trembled just slightly, in the way her breath hitched as shelingered just out of reach of the place you both knew she desperately wanted to touch.

She dropped her head to your shoulder, her forehead resting gently against the soft curve of your neck as if she was trying to hide her feelings, to keep herself under control, but you could feel it in the way her body tensed, in the way her hands hovered close to you, shaking with the effort of keeping her restraint. She was trying so hard to stay composed, to be gentle, but it was clear she was on the edge, barely holding it together.

She wanted you. Needed you. And her restraint was slipping away with every passing second.

“Vi…”

At the sound of your voice, so soft and gentle, Vi’s gaze snapped up to meet yours. Her eyes were wide, waiting, like she’d been waiting for this moment, for you to say something—anything—to pull her back in. She looked almost like a puppy, the look on her face soft and eager, her lips slightly parted as if she were holding her breath, waiting for you to speak again.

She searched your eyes desperately, wanting to know what you were thinking, what you wanted, because nothing else mattered more.

“I’m here,” she breathed out, her voice barely more than a whisper.

She wanted you to know she was all in—her mind, her body, her heart. She was yours. And in that moment, it felt like nothing could tear her away from you.

“What do you need, baby?” she asked, the words falling from her lips desperately. “Tell me… please.”

Vi’s breath caught in her throat the moment you turned to face her, your eyes locking with hers as if everything else in the room disappeared. The movie was long forgotten by now and for a split second, Vi forgot how to breathe. God, you were so fucking pretty. She couldn’t help but melt as you reached up to gently brush a strand of her hair from her face.

She swallowed hard, fighting the urge to let out a shaky breath as you leaned in, your lips brushing against hers in the softest kiss she’d ever felt. It was sweet, but there was something more beneath it—something deeper.

You pulled away just enough for Vi to feel the coldness of the space left between you, and she immediately chased after your lips like a starved thing, her breath coming quicker, hands gripping your waist. Every inch of her body begged for you, aching to feel you pressed against her, to get closer, to melt into you until nothing else existed. She wanted more—needed more.

And then, your voice, soft and quiet, broke through the haze of her thoughts.

“I want you, Vi…” you whispered.

Your words were soft, almost shy, but they sent a wave of heat crashing through Vi’s chest. Her breath hitched at the sound of your voice, her heart racing even faster.

It was all she needed to hear.

She was lost in you, in the way you made her feel. She melted against you, her hands roaming up your sides, pulling you closer, her lips finding yours once again. This time, it was deeper, needier. She wanted you, more than she’d ever wanted anyone before. Every kiss, every touch, felt like it was both too much and not enough. Vi pulled you closer into her lap, her arms wrapping around you tightly as if she never wanted to let go.

“Fuck,” she whispered, voice shaky, a low groan escaping her throat as she pulled you even closer, her hands cupping the back of your head, deepening the kiss.

You could feel it—the heat building low in your stomach, the wetness pooling in your panties, spreading through your body in waves with every touch of Vi’s hands on your skin. Her grip was firm, her fingers tracing the curve of your waist like she was trying to memorize you. You gasped softly as she shifted you higher in her arms. It was impossible not to react to her—the way she looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world, the way her voice dropped low and raspy when she whispered your name.

Vi couldn’t focus on anything else but you—your soft breath against her lips, your body pressed so close to hers, the way your fingers brushed against her skin. The movie was nothing but background noise now, and all she could think about how you felt, how you tasted, and how much she wanted you.

Without even realizing what she was doing, Vi pulled you closer, your legs straddling her waist. She could feel the weight of your body, the warmth of your skin, and the softness of your touch. You were everything she wanted and more, and Vi’s breath caught as she watched your eyes flicker with the same heat, the same desire that had been building for what felt like forever.

“Need you…” she whimpered, her voice low and needy, her hands already moving to settle more firmly around your waist.

She didn’t give you a moment to think before she stood up, lifting you with ease, her strong arms, muscles flexing, supporting you as if you weighed nothing, as if she’d done this a thousand times before.

You instinctively wrapped your legs around her waist, your arms around her neck, and the heat of your body pressed against hers, the way you fit perfectly, like you were made to be in her arms. She could feel your pulse against her chest, your body trembling just slightly as she carried you through her apartment, heading toward the one place that she knew would be safe—her bedroom.

Vi’s hands moved carefully as she gently laid you down against her bed, her touch lingering on your waist for just a moment longer than necessary. Her body hovered over yours, but she didn’t lean in right away. She paused instead, pulling back slightly to look at you. And god, the way she looked at you—it was like nothing else existed in the world except for you.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks under her gaze, her eyes roaming your face. Vi wasn’t in a rush now, even if her body ached for you. She could feel her heart pounding, her breath uneven as she just… stared. You looked so fucking pretty, she thought, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

Her hands moved absently as she tugged at the hem of her own shirt, a random band tee she got on one of her birthdays, pulling it off in one quick motion and tossing it to the side without a second thought. Her toned body caught your attention immediately, and you felt your breath hitch as your eyes lingered on the taut muscles of her arms and the faint scars across her torso. But Vi didn’t even notice… not when her focus was entirely on you. She leaned back slightly, giving herself just enough room to drink you in.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, like the words weren’t meant for you to hear but spilled out anyway.

She reached for you again, her hands sliding over your waist as her thumbs brushed over your hips, thumbs tugging slightly on your shorts. Her mind was spinning, her heart hammering in her chest as she hovered over you. The reality of the moment hit her hard, making her stomach flip over and over.

Is this really happening? she thought, her hands trembling slightly as they rested on either side of your waist. Her throat tightened as she struggled to process it all. You’re really going to let me do this? You’re really trusting me like this?

She swallowed hard, her cheeks burning as her eyes roamed over your face. You were looking up at her with so much trust, and it was almost too much for her. Her chest ached in the best way, and a nervous, breathless laugh almost bubbled out of her throat. Vi was confident—she always had been—but this? This was something else entirely. This was someone she adored more than she could put into words, giving her something so special, so intimate, that she started to question if she even deserved it.

What did I do to deserve this? she thought, her mind racing. What did I do to deserve her?

Her palms grew clammy, nervous, and for a split second, she wondered if she was going to pass out from sheer excitement. Her head was spinning with a thousand thoughts—how to take her time, how to make it perfect, how to make sure you felt as loved and cherished as you deserved, as you made her feel.

“Vi,” you whispered softly, and she blinked, her trance breaking for just a moment as her eyes locked with yours.

Your breath caught as you reached up, your fingers gently brushing against her cheek. And as she dipped her head down, her lips brushing against yours in the softest kiss, you knew you were ready.

Vi’s fingers trembled slightly as they toyed with the hem of your shirt as she pulled back from the kiss for a moment. Her eyes darted between yours and the fabric she was clutching, her lips parted as though she was trying to find the right words.

Finally, she managed to ask, her voice low and almost shy, “Can I take this off?”

The eagerness in your nod made her breath hitch, and a soft, breathless laugh escaped her lips, sounding almost disbelieving.

“Okay,” she muttered under her breath, her cheeks pink and her grin wide as she tugged at your shirt gently, pulling it over your head.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, her voice almost reverent as her hands came to rest gently on your waist again.

And she… stared again. Here eyes traced every curve and dip of your exposed skin. Her lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. You blushed hard as the seconds pass, squirming slightly under her gaze, biting your lip as you glanced away, feeling shy.

“Vi… Stop looking at me like that,” you mumbled, your voice soft, barely above a whisper, but Vi didn’t listen.

Instead, she laughed, lie and warm, and dropped her head to your shoulder. Her strong arms wrapped around your waist as she held you close, her breath warm against your skin.

“Sorry, baby… Can you blame me?” she murmured, her breath tickling your neck as she continued, “I’ve got the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen… looking up at me… waiting for me…”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help but smile, even as you playfully shoved at her shoulder.

“Shut up,” you teased, though your voice betrayed the way your heart fluttered in your chest.

She smiled cheekily and lifted her head just enough to press a quick kiss to your neck, her lips lingering for a second longer than necessary. Her hands moved with softly as they slipped to the waistband of your shorts, her fingers brushing against your skin so lightly it sent shivers up your spine. She paused for a moment, as if giving you the chance to stop her, her gaze flickering back up to meet yours.

When you didn’t protest, only nodding softly with a nervous but eager look in your eyes, Vi let out a small, breathy laugh, the sound filled with both excitement and disbelief.

“Wanna make you feel good,” she murmured, more to herself than to you, and then she began to tug your shorts down your legs slowly.

Her calloused fingers grazed against the soft skin of your thighs as she worked them down. She didn’t rush, like she wanted to savor the moment, the sight of you beneath her, the way your breath hitched every time her fingers skimmed too close. She let the fabric fall to the floor before leaning back slightly, taking you in with wide, almost awestruck eyes.

“Perfect,” she whispered, her voice low and thick with emotion. Her hands rested on your knees, gently spreading them apart just enough for her to slip between your legs.

Her breath hitched as her eyes lingered on the damp spot on your panties. Her lips parted slightly, her tongue brushing over them. Her hands trembled just a little as she reached up, fingers grazing the straps of your bra.

“Let me,” she murmured, her voice low and soft.

You nodded, cheeks flushing as Vi carefully unhooked your bra and helped slide it off your shoulders. She tossed it aside, but her focus stayed entirely on you. Her gaze roamed over your tits, her hands smoothing up your sides. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your chest, then another lower, and another, her lips trailing down the valley between your breasts.

“My beautiful girl,” she whispered against your skin, her voice filled with awe and something deeper—something that made your heart race. Her kisses became firmer, needier, and you felt her nose nuzzle against the swell of your tits as she breathed you in, the pads of her thumbs softly rolling over your hard nipples.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh, your fingers threading through her short pink hair as her mouth moved lower, leaving hickeys as she went. Vi looked up at you briefly, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted as though she was about to say something. But instead, she simply smiled—soft and a little smug—and leaned back in, pressing another kiss to your lips that made your toes curl.

Vi’s voice was barely above a whisper, soft and warm against your skin as her fingers toyed with the hem of your panties.

“Can I?” she asked, her thumbs hooked around the waistband, tugging gently, as though she was testing your reaction before going any further.

Her gaze flicked up to meet yours, her blue eyes searching, waiting for your answer. You nodded slowly, the movement almost shy, and Vi let out a soft, shaky breath, her lips curving into the faintest smile.

“Yeah?” she asked, her voice breaking slightly.

“Yes, please…”

She smiled and hummed, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. Her fingers moved carefully, sliding your panties down your hips and over your legs, and the moment they were gone, she tossed them aside, her eyes never leaving you.

“I love you…” she murmured so quietly as she leaned back in, her hands settling on your thighs, pushing them apart to get a better look at your pussy. “So pretty…”

She pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, her lips lingering, her breath warm against your skin. Her hands, strong but gentle, rested on your knees as she eased them further apart, creating even more space for herself.

Her lips lingered just above your skin, her warm breath fanning against you as she whispered, “You’ll tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”

You looked down at her, her face framed by the dim light filtering in, her pink hair tousled and her eyes staring with need and want, waiting for permission.

“I will,” you murmured, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat. Your fingers instinctively moved to thread through her hair, pulling her just a little closer. “I trust you, Vi.”

Vi smiled softly at your words, and the sight made your chest tighten.

“That’s my girl,” she whispered, her lips brushing your skin again, and then she kissed you, slow and deep, as her hands moved to hold your thighs, her thumbs tracing lazy circles over your skin.

Her breath hitched as her fingers dipped lower, finally brushing against the wetness that had been teasing her imagination all night. When she felt just how slick you were, her chest rose and fell with a shuddering sigh, her lips parting in awe.

“Fuck…” she whispered, her voice breaking softly as she let the sensation sink in.

Her forehead rested briefly against your thigh, and you could feel the way her breath trembled, betraying just how much she’d been holding back. You squirmed beneath her touch, your breath catching at the slow pressure of her fingers as she explored you. She looked up at you then, her eyes heavy-lidded.

“You’re so wet,” she whispered.

Her fingers teased along your folds, and when she finally slid one inside, the quiet, shaky groan that escaped her lips sent a jolt of heat through you. Your soft moan filled the room, and it sent a shiver straight down Vi’s spine. The way you reacted to her touch, the way your body seemed to move with hers—it was intoxicating. She couldn’t stop herself from curling her finger inside of your pussy, and the sound you made in response nearly undid her completely.

“Tell me how it feels,” she said softly, her eyes searching yours as her finger moved slowly, her thumb grazing over your skin. “I wanna know… everything.”

Your voice came out in a shaky breath, soft and airy as you tried to keep up with the overwhelming sensations.

“F-feels good, Vi—” you managed to whisper, your hands gripping at the sheets beneath you.

Vi’s breath hitched at your words, a flicker of pride and hunger lighting in her chest. She wanted to do good. For you. She paused only for a moment, her eyes never leaving your face as she carefully added another finger. The stretch was new, different, and it made you gasp sharply, your body tensing for just a second before melting into her bedsheets.

“Yeah?” Vi asked, her voice low and raspier now, almost shaking with how much she wanted to do this right, to make you feel good.

Her lips brush over the soft skin of your inner thigh as she fucked her fingers deeper into your pussy, curling just right. Your moans spilled out, filling the room, and Vi felt her entire body tremble with excitement.

“God, you’re so tight,” she groaned, her movements growing a little more confident as she found a pace that made your hips buck and your head fall back.

She quickened her pace, completely entranced by you. The way your face twisted in pleasure—cheeks flushed, mouth parted with those soft moans—sent a bolt of heat straight through her. She couldn’t look away.

She whimpered softly as her thumb circled your clit, drawing a sharp gasp from you that sent a wave of pride through her. But what really did her in was how fucking wet you were, the way it coated her fingers, the lewd squelching sounds filling the room with every thrust. Her mouth went dry, and her stomach flipped as she watched her fingers disappear inside you over and over again.

“Oh, fuck,” Vi murmured, her voice husky and low, almost as if she were talking to herself. “You’re so—so wet… baby, I—”

She cut herself off with a groan, unable to even form a coherent sentence, too lost in how good you felt clenching around her fingers. Her thumb pressed harder against your clit, rubbing slow circles that had your back arching and your hands clawing at the sheets.

You looked so fucking pretty, it made her head spin.

Vi’s breath was shaky as she moved her fingers faster, desperate to pull you over the edge. Her thumb never faltered, pressing and circling your clit with just the right pressure.

She leaned closer, her forehead brushing yours, her voice soft but needy as she whimpered, “Tell me how good it feels, baby. Please… I need to hear you.”

Your moans spilled from your lips like music to her ears. She couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t slow down—not when she felt the way your wet pussy fluttered around her fingers, not when she could see how close you were.

“It’s so good, Vi—oh my god, it feels so good,” you managed to gasp, your voice breaking as your hips bucked against her hand.

Her focus entirely fixated on you, on the way your body responded to her touch. Her biceps flexed with every thrust into your pussy, the veins in her arms standing out as she poured herself into the task of making you fall apart. She groaned softly as she watched her fingers disappear into you, only to reappear glistening and slick before plunging back inside. The sound of it—the wet squelch—had her nearly delirious.

“So fucking pretty like this, baby.”

Her pace quickened, her fingers curling with precision, hitting that spot that had your back arching off the mattress. Your moans grew louder, less controlled, and Vi swore she could feel your body trembling as your thighs quivered against her.

“V-Vi! I-I’m gonna… cum! Gonna cum—“

“That’s it, pretty girl,” she rasped, her lips parted as she leaned closer, her forehead brushing against your stomach. She looked up briefly, her eyes dark as she took in the sight of you. “You’re so close—I can feel it. Cum for me, yeah? Please, I need to feel you.”

And then it happened.

Your body arched, your moans spilling out in broken cries as you clenched tightly around her fingers. Vi groaned loudly, the sound guttural and needy, as she felt you come undone around her. But she didn’t stop—not yet. Her fingers kept moving, her thumb circling your clit as she worked you through every wave of pleasure, desperate to draw it out for as long as she could.

“Fuck, that’s it,” she whispered, her voice shaky and reverent. “You’re so good for me, baby. So, so good.”

Vi let out a breath, a soft sigh of disbelief, as she pulled her fingers from you slowly after she let you ride out your high, her gaze never leaving your face. Her fingers were glistening with your cum, and she couldn’t help but stare in awe. The way you looked—completely undone, lost in pleasure—had her feeling like she was floating, the reality of what had just happened still sinking in.

Blue eyes traced the curve of your body, watching the way your skin glistened with sweat. She couldn’t help it—her mind blanked, a single thought echoing through her: God, she’s so fucking pretty. She was overwhelmed, feeling like she could never get enough of you, of the way your body responded to her, how perfect you were in her eyes, like you were made just for this. Every movement, every little breath, it was all just… mesmerizing.

She brought her fingers up and slid slowly them into her mouth, her gaze never leaving you as she savored the taste of you on her tongue. Oh, fuck! She needed more. Without thinking, her hands moved quickly, spreading your thighs further apart and her voice came out in a soft, needy whisper.

“Gotta taste you… just real quick,” she murmured so quietly, you barely heard it.

A gasp escaped your lips before you could process anything else, your body already reacting before your mind caught up. Instinctively, your fingers tangled in the strands of Vi’s pink hair, pulling hard, making her groan right into your wet pussy.

This was when you learned that Violet was a messy eater.

Her tongue pressed against folds, inside of you, occasionally sucking around your clit, the feeling of her mouth, wet and needy, sent a shiver through you. You couldn’t help but notice how she lost herself, her sounds louder and messier than you’d expected—like she was devouring you. She slurped everything up and you could feel yourself dripping and soaking her bedsheets beneath you.

God, her tongue felt so fucking good. It was almost too good. Fuck, she’s so good at this.

“V-Vi—” you cried out, your voice trembling, but she didn’t seem to hear you.

You tugged at her hair to let her know you were close, that you were going to cum again, and she didn’t slow down. If anything, it only spurred her on, her mouth sucking and slurping more and more, faster and harder. You cried out, the tension building in your lower body, and before you could even process it, she quickened her pace, her hands shifting from your thighs to intertwine with yours. The way she gripped your hand made you feel like she was holding you in place, ensuring you couldn’t pull away, even if you tried.

“I-I’m cumming again—Fuck—Vi-Violet!”

With a final gasp, your body tensed, waves of pleasure crashing over you. The wave hit you all at once, and you came right on her tongue, your breath ragged, moans slipping from your lips uncontrollably. Vi held you through it, her grip on your hand tightening, her tongue slowing down on your pussy.

After a while, she finally lifted her head up and looked at you, her eyes half-lidded and hazy with exhaustion, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. Her face was flushed, her skin slick with sweat, and her chin glistened with your cum, like she was wearing it with pride.

She moved slowly, her lips trailing up your body. Her kisses were gentle at first, but the further she traveled, the more urgent they became, each one pressing deeper against your skin, right over each mark and hickey are left behind earlier. She kissed your stomach, your ribs, each kiss a little firmer, a little more hungry, until she reached your chest, her breath mingling with the heat of your skin.

When she finally reached your neck, she paused, her breath shaky against your skin, and you felt the faintest tremor under her fingertips. Then, without warning, she was kissing you again, her lips pressing against yours with a hunger that mirrored the one she’d just left between your legs, whimpering and moaning right into your mouth. You could taste yourself on her lips, a faint sweetness that made your pulse quicken all over again.

When the kiss broke, both of you were breathless, your lips swollen and tingling. Vi pulled back slightly, her eyes heavy-lidded, a soft smile playing on her lips as she gazed down at you.

“I love you,” she said.

You barely caught your breath, the lingering aftershocks from everything that had just passed through your body.

“I love you, too,” you managed to say, the words coming out breathlessly.

Her smile softened, her gaze melting into something tender as she stared down at you.

She bit her lower lip nervously before asking, “Did I do okay?”

You couldn’t help but smile lovingly at her, your heart swelling with affection. Without a word, your hands reached up to brush the mess of pink hair from her face, the softness of the gesture grounding you both in the moment. Her hair was tangled, strands sticking to her skin, but she was beautiful—more than beautiful, especially in this moment where everything felt real and raw.

“It felt… so good, Violet… You were perfect,” you whispered.

She held your gaze, her eyes flickering relief and pride. You leaned up slightly, brushing your lips against her forehead in a tender kiss, as if to reinforce what you’d just said. Perfect. In every way.

Vi’s lips curled into a smug, satisfied smile as she heard you, and you couldn’t help but notice the gleam in her eyes—proud, almost playful, like she knew exactly what she had just done to you. Without missing a beat, she leaned down, pressing soft, teasing kisses along your neck. She let herself collapse on top of you, her body heavy and warm, her muscles wrapping around you firmly. She nuzzled her face into your neck, her breath warm against your skin, close to your ear.

“I… I’m gonna let you rest, but…” Her voice was quiet, almost shy. She paused, just for a moment, before continuing, her words sending a thrill through you, “I wanna go again...“

You looked up at her, eyes widening slightly as you tried to catch your breath. Your arms wrapped around her loosely around her neck, your fingers brushing the hairs at the back of her head. Vi sighed at the feeling, closing her eyes for a brief moment before opening them again to look at you, to plead with her eyes.

“Can we?”

That playful, confident side of her was back again, and you knew then, with absolute certainty, that you were in for a very long night.

thank u for reading :) | masterlist

[sailorluna15]

ambessa x younger gf headcanons pls?

and for sevika too if you can :)

Sorry, it took so long! Life has been supppppeerrrr busy.

Anyways, let's get into the hcs!

Ambessa is used to being in relationships with people younger than her. It's kinda her thing.

She loves the power dynamic within the relationship. It turns her ON.

She always calls you pet, child, love, sweet heart, baby, all that good stuff.

As much as she babies you, she can be very strict with how she wants you.

She always wants you to look presentable and listen to what she tells you.

She tells you how to dress and honestly, it makes you feel like a doll.

She's not blantantly controlling, but she will punish insubordination (spanking).

She also is a tough love type of person. She wants you to be able to defend yourself and know how to fight. If you can't, she will be salty about it and teach you.

She also is open in her phsyical affection.

She loves to guide you by the small of your back, pull you into a kiss by the back of your neck, softly plants multiple kisses on your lips, and softly grab your jaw to direct your attention somewhere.

She loves when you sit on her lap anywhere.

Sometimes it's embarassing when you two are out and she plops you into her lap.

Ambessa also loves to take baths, showers, and soak with you

She loves doing any form of self care with you and you both shop for perfumes, haircare, skincare, and more with one another

Sevika is not used to being in relationships AT ALL

She's been a loner for a long time, so when you guys first start a relationship, it gets a little rocky

She has her walls up initially but slowly lets them down as you two hang out.

Her love languages are quality time, acts of service, and physical touch

She doesn't give words of affirmation often, but when she does, you cherish them

She loves wrapping her arm behind you while you two sit on the couch and watch TV or when she's gambling.

The relationship can get difficult because she tends to keep her feelings to herself and then blow up if you ask her what's wrong.

You eventually learn to make yourself a safe space and allow her to come to you with her feelings.

She loves it when you cook, clean, or do housewifely things for her.

One thing you've done that she found herself unexpectedly loving was giving her flowers.

You gave her flowers one day, and she was so confused but felt so warm it wasn't even funny.

No one's ever really given her anything, so for her to be given something as delicate as flowers made her feel like you really cared.

She always does her best to take care of the flowers if they're real ones

Also, she loves it when you ask her to fix or build stuff in your shared apartment. It makes her feel useful and needed

Bonus points if you oogle her muscles and give her a massage after

Also, if you gossip about her to your friends or bring your friends over, and they compliment you on her, she gets embarrassed.

She'll quickly try to leave with the excuse of giving you "time with your girls," but she's really just embarrassed af

[khlegacynexus]

The thing about Donnie and Leo that gives him twin synergy is that they’re unreliable narrators trying to uphold an image. But they’re more often than not show us who they are. as mentioned above Donnie is very emotional following those impulses at points like in Mind meld his reaction to his brother‘s, not only messing up the mission because they were distracted and not taking it as seriously as them because they didn’t know the purple dragons as well was do CHANGE THEIR BRAIN CHEMISTRY.

Another example where similar to Leo they’re too stubborn to use their words to communicate how they’re feeling when they’re upset or worried (Twinsynergy) is Witch town. because he was afraid of being replaced. He tried desperately to show up the town folk and ended up, tormenting them by accident and he got arrested for it.

In Leo’s case he tries to act like the face man, I’m the one that cracks jokes and I’ve seen people think of him as an asshole or being narcissistic but those are traits Id sooner give to Donnie the former more so because of his emotional impulsivity. (but Leo is a little vain and everyone made jokes about that even me)

Donnie also likes to put himself in the forefront of importance here and there like the photos in Clothes don’t make the turtle.

And Leo’s case he’s a brilliant tactician who unlike a certain main antagonist bastard for the first saga of Kingdom Hearts can play a good game of 4-D chest and doesn’t need a magic future seeing keyblade to do it.

Something I wonder if his own empathy helps with as he’s good at reading people sensing Big Mama wasn’t as she presented herself.

Leo is very loving brother and son and just as vulnerable as his brother Donnie the difference being Leo was able to keep cool under pressure and control his emotions better unless really pushed to the edge or already having baggage. Like we glimpse in the movie when he thinks Casey left Raph’s capture out of his explanation. And he’s still grieving Karai and his old home.

TL:DR: Donnie is not emotionless and Leo is not Teen Titans Go robin 2.0 I’ve been pretty sure. Became Megward the Wizard Turner now

i think its so funny when people take the way donnie acts at face value even though its a horrible lie because he's a horrible liar, while understanding leo is bullshitting very well despite him actually being GOOD at bullshitting. many such cases

[hoodreader]

𝒫𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒞𝐸𝒮𝒮 𝒯𝐼𝒜𝒩𝒜 𝐸𝒩𝐸𝑅𝒢𝒴 🐸👸🏾♡

♡ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི tiana most embodies the energy of saturn for most of the film. she’s so absorbed in labor / work that she’s like a hermit. and the most saturnian thing about it as well is that she does it to sort of honor her late father, whom she looked up to + felt inspired by

♡ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི it’s also a classic rags 2 riches type of story. tiana grew up impoverished, like most other black louisianans in the ‘20s

♡ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི i don’t think these qualities of being a hard worker are necessarily admirable - u need balance. she worked her whole life ( three jobs !? ) and overworking urself is actually anti-saturn. that’s the lesson she had to learn

♡ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི i’m guessing she’s a capricorn rising. always had so much responsibility and never really allowing herself to have fun + fail + be human + fall in luv

♡ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི her personality is effortlessly graceful and really regal. despite being a poor black girl from louisiana, prince naveen thought tiana was a princess at charlotte’s party - i feel like royalty are able to identify themselves quite easily. so just wearing a princess dress doesn’t make someone princess-like, but bc tiana has so much grace / charm / poise, he assumed she was also of royal lineage

♡ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི she’s pretty strong minded, funny, etc but she doesn’t really let people in enough for them to see that she is. when naveen came to learn that she did have a lot of personality outside of work, he was pleasantly surprised !

♡ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི she’s also smart as hell :) bold and protective. she’s fiercely loyal - when the shadow man offered her all of her dreams in exchange for the necklace, she decided to be loyal to love / herself / naveen. even tho having that restaurant meant to much to her and her father

♡ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི so for that reason… i’m getting leo sun vibes from her. regal, charming, loyal

♡ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི she’s very sentimental - when her mother gifted tiana the gumbo pot her father used, she was brought near tears. her wanting to have a restaurant at all is very sentimental

♡ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི she’s imaginative. despite everyone telling her that she shouldn’t pursue her dream - bc she’s a poor black woman - she doesn’t quit. she keeps going! she’s a dreamer

♡ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི she claimed she struggled to dance bc she’s never done it, but she was able to so quickly learn how to dance with naveen in that one scene. she has a natural artistic affinity

♡ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི she’s good in the kitchen! i think that’s a gift that shows intuitive abilities

♡ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི for that reason, i peg tiana as a pisces moon! sensitive, still loving her family a lot ( she just channels it into work ), a dreamer, and a visionary

as for her other placements… i feel like she’s a virgo mercury, virgo venus, and aquarius mars. but these are mostly vibes, lol

u cannn switch the rising and sun ( leo rising + cap sun ) instead. but that’d change her other planets too. so for that, i see: leo rising, pisces moon, capricorn sun, capricorn? mercury, capricorn venus, and aquarius mars.

what do you think? this was my favorite movie growing up, i watched it probably ( no exaggeration ) thousands of times lol. anyway, i hope this was a fun read. i want to do more disney characters son

[xxepherr]

.ೃ࿐NEW YEARS | MV1

summary — in which two strangers are each other’s new years kiss

pairings — max verstappen x named!fem!oc

pronouns — she/her

word count — 1143

note — i wrote this last year for new years on wattpad it’s probably not that great but. she has a name here for the sake of the plot

THE PARTY WAS LOUD. 

everly had lost her friend, bella, that had brought her here hours ago, and in the time since, she had just been awkwardly hanging around the kitchen. she didn't know a single person at this party, with the guy whose place it was being one of bella's childhood friends. 

from what she had worked out, it was a place max verstappen owned outside monte carlo. it was a two-storey house with a large front yard, a house that she was almost certain was just for parties. 

she'd heard of him before, but then again, who hadn't? he had just won his third world championship a month ago, and bella talked about him quite a bit because they used to kart together forever ago now. 

but bella had gone off with her boyfriend, and so everly was people-watching instead . . . and keeping a mental tally of the amount of couples she had witnessed grossly and clumsily make out, and of those who she had watched absolutely stack it on the tiled floor. 

"are you gatekeeping my kitchen?"

her eyes blew a wide. blinking a few times, she composed herself before spinning to face who the voice belonged to. she had to tilt her head back the tiniest bit to face max verstappen, who was a lot closer than she had anticipated. 

max had on a black button-up shirt on, with a good portion of the buttons undone. he was clearly a couple of drinks in, not drunk, but not exactly sober to the point where she could faintly smell bourbon lingering from him. 

"uh," she stupidly stumbled over her words. taking a step back, she found herself flush against the bench behind her. "well— no . . . sorry?"

he chuckled, absentmindedly leaning one hand against the counter beside where her body was. "relax. i'm fucking with you." he then reached past her for whichever the first bottle he could grab was: a stray beer that was the only one left from the case she had seen there half an hour ago. "i'm max."

"it's hard to not know who you are, if i'm honest," she shrugged, trying to ignore that, even though there was space between them, that he was still close. 

because yeah, sue her for getting flustered at how close an attractive and very successful dutchman was to her.

"but i didn't get your name," his smile left her shamefully breathless. damn it. "i bet it's something pretty, maybe like a flower."

she snorted at the irony. "try a wild pig," she gave into the little space between them, leaning back fully against the counter with her forearms. "everly," she said at his confused look, "google says it's associated with a boar in a woodland clearing."

"okay," max laughed, "maybe not a flower . . . but i'm sure woodland clearings are pretty."

"don't worry, i'm sure that line you used will work on someone with a nicer name," she giggled. "but it's nice to meet you, max."

"and you, everly," his accent, although lighter than it once had been, rolled over his words almost soothingly amidst the loud chaos of his house. "you do look really lonely though, especially this close to midnight."

everly's eyes flickered to the clock on the oven over his shoulder. 11:58. had time already passed that quick? her and bella had arrived at the house at 8:30pm, and everly had been in the kitchen for most of it. tragic. 

"two minutes until 2024," she hummed aloud before her eyes found his own again. his eyes were a dark blue in the darker lighting, a shade near lapis lazuli. "it feels like the year went so quick."

"yeah," max ran a hand through his hair, "tell me about it." he took a sip from the beer bottle he was holding by the neck before offering it to her. 

she grimaced, "beer is so gross," she said, "thanks though."

"fair enough," he nodded, setting the bottle down on the counter. he turned slightly to look over his shoulder, only to notice the same oven clock displaying the time. 

one minute to midnight. 

"everyone's running around trying to find their partners," he chuckled lowly. "y'know, the kiss and all."

"not surprised," everly snuck a glance behind her. everyone indeed was running around, just as he had said. "i never understood it."

"yeah?" he asked. 

"yeah," she agreed. "like, what if you start the year off kissing someone and then you break up with them later that year or something. i don't know . . ."

"that's why you should kiss someone you barely know," he suggested casually, shifting a little closer to her. "that way there's less risk."

"you think so?" she hadn't really ever thought about it like that. then again, she had never really been in any kind of relationship around new year's eve. she wasn't the best at long-term relationships. 

"i guess so," max shrugged. through the chaotic party music was suddenly counting, a countdown from ten.

ten. 

"you might be right," everly mirrored his shrug. 

nine. 

she noticed him shift a little closer, and it wasn't like she could really move; her back was to the counter. 

eight. 

"why not try it?"

seven. 

"try what— the kiss?" she questioned, eyebrows furrowed. 

six. 

"we barely know each other," max was so casual it had her head spinning. 

five. 

"so why the fuck not?" he continued. "unless you're uncomfortable."

four. 

she searched his eyes for something that could give her a firm enough reason to say no, hoping it would help her grasp onto whatever remaining restraint she had left. 

three. 

but she found nothing. nothing. 

two. 

without thinking much further, she moved her arms from behind her up to around his neck. his hands were slightly cold against the bare skin that her bustier didn't cover, the condensation of the beer bottle sending shivers across her body. 

"yeah?" he asked, trying to make sure she was comfortable. 

one.

"yeah," everly confirmed, closing the gap between them two connect their lips.

"happy new year!"

everly found herself giggling as she pulled back from the brief kiss with max. he looked amused too, his eyes doing all the speaking for him. 

he made the next move, pressing his lips against hers with a lot more need this time. everly melted a lot quicker than she cared to admit, melting into his hold and returning the kiss back in full in the middle of the kitchen.

she broke away first with a soft gasp when his teeth grazed her lip. forehead pressed against his own, she whispered, "happy new year, max," just loud enough to be heard over the celebrations around them. 

"happy new year, everly." but there was something in his eyes that spoke volumes louder than their surroundings: that this was only the start of something new, not the end. 

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 9 part 5

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question for you: it that only a reflection from set lights, or did agatha have tears in her eyes?

because, well, this is agatha. she's putting on a show, so you know that she's not as confident as she wants to appear. I imagine that suddenly turning into a ghost is not an easy adjustment. super interesting from a nerdy scholary prospective, but psychologically?? idk

billy, as usual, has to beg her to PLEASE BE SERIOUS FR

I toOK A calCULateD RiSK

whatever you say you big loser

then she demonstrates being a ghost by trying to slap billy. it's scientific and not ridiculous at all

at long last, and very, very late in the game she explains the nature of the Road to billy - and notice how she's still not able to be completely honest, despite all the previous moments they shared. the song means the world to her, but she's not ready to admit that yet.

the Road was very very very much real, and all the deaths that happened do count

I'll die on the hill that billy is a good person at heart. the tower, the potential for tragedy and destruction, is just that, a potential that the people in his life - the kaplans, eddie, the coven and yes, even agatha - are helping keep unfulfilled.

agatha shakes her head, gently, carefully. and we can see there has been some growth here: the first time billy supposedly killed someone she went on a whole speech about how Killing Makes You a Survivor Actually, a speech that was more about her than him. she's at least considering his feelings now

and btw agatha's "death" not being final like the others' doesn't cheapen the message at all. these are shows about dealing with / accepting mortality, and that is a journey agatha has just started. she (somehow, crying and screaming and flying by the seat of her pants) cheated death and will get herself a new body, and that's just one step forward and two steps back on her way to learn to finally stop running.

remember when nicky was upset about killing witches and agatha avoided the subject by singing a song to him, because she didn't know how to relieve a child of the guilt that was hers and only hers? she is trying now. she sees how this is devastating billy and she (badly) tries to absolve him. she is the one who lured the coven into a trap, who didn't disclose the nature of the Road, who very much killed alice.

and mark my words: she knows who sharon is, she absolutely remembers her name. I think she feels the most guilty about killing sharon, because with alice it was kind of an accident, but she went out of her way to doom this poor little lady, and she's been distancing herself from her with callous jokes since the beginning.

look at her face. this is Empathy. I've talked a lot about how for agatha it's easier to feel empathy for people with similar stories and backgrounds to hers. she felt it for wanda and ran from it. billy has the added quality of being perfect son material (I'll get to that in a minute) and right now? she knows what he's going through. she was once a girl born with the power to kill people, a power she didn't know how to stop, and it ruined her life and doomed everyone who crossed her path.

and she's still trying to have her cake and eat it too! consoling billy while still keeping her "whatever I don't care anyway" fake vibes. I'd say that she's matured a little, sure! from toddler to at least first grader. she even dares to roll her eyes when mentioning jen, this actual piece of ghostly turd.

please please please let jen come back in a marvel property that doesn't suck / hopefully written by jac and her team. please please please let us see what she does next

"should I go check on how agatha and billy are doing? nope screw them bye bye losers omw to rebuild my empire!" *nyoooooom*

(I don't know what I'd like to see more, jen becoming a force for good right away or still on the road to recovery, clashing heads with agatha.)

agatha takes a deep breath (can ghosts actually breathe tho) and gives billy a speech reminiscent of what she told nicky all those years ago. if you want to survive, get used to this feeling. we are supposed to read this interaction with the added context of her relationship with her own son (hence the callback). so why does agatha gives billy the nicky treatment now?

I think billy is all that agatha hoped and wanted nicky to be - a partner in crime who can keep up with her intelligence and sense of humor, a powerful witch she can pass her knowledge to, and a son who will love her and stick by her side no matter what. billy is the whole package, from the very beginning she couldn't see him as just the carrier of the very power she needed to bring nicky back; another hunger took over, the hunger to claim him and raise him as her own.

which brings us to the crucial question: why does agatha want a son? why did she have nicky in the first place? the answer, in true agatha fashion, is selfish, flawed, tragic, human. she wanted to fix her own childhood. she wanted to raise a version of herself who had all the love and support of a mother. and so she made sure that nicky had what she never had, including books and lessons to learn magic from. she tried to make him immune to life's heartbreaks - get used to this feeling, like she never could (because she never managed to make her own heart impervious, she only hid it away and tried to ignore it.) she essentially imagined her child as a a mini-me who committed all the same atrocities with no guilt or remorse and the added bonus of a mother cheerleading them on. another cheat sheet, a way to fix herself without actually working on her issues.

except nicky wasn't exactly what she had expected. he didn't like killing witches. instead of a talent for magic, he showed a talent for music and, credit where credit's due, agatha encouraged and nurtured it. when nicky died, agatha was on her way to accept that he was his own wonferful person and that being a parent is an exercise in selflessness. despite all her mistakes, she did one fundamental thing right: she loved nicky so freaking much, and was genuinely loved in return. who knows what could have happened if they were allowed to continue on that path.

billy is also very much his own person (not to mention almost and adult) so he simply won't let agatha project her issues all over him. (agatha is like, "challenge accepted.")

her love for billy is not in question, but now she has to be selfless and admit he doesn't exactly need mentoring in serial killing. what did billy need from the Road after all? it wasn't power. it was a sense of identity, a community, help in finding himself and his brother. agatha knows this perfectly, she's just *gestures in her general direction* like that.

go to episode 9 part 6

[tthoroughfare]

kerosene (part 3) // ellie williams

*･゜ﾟ･* summary: the one where it's her birthday.

*･゜ﾟ･* pairing: jackson!ellie x reader

*･゜ﾟ･* content: sfw. joel likes dad rock (of course) and so do you! (a little)

*･゜ﾟ･* length: 0.5k

this is part three of this series! find part one here

fun fact the stereophonics reference in this is all my dad's fault! when i was 13 we went on a roadtrip together and the only CD in his car was the graffiti on a train album because he forgot to bring any other music, so we just listened to it over and over. i was listening to that album for the first time as an adult around the same time i wrote this and just thought it was very joel and ellie of us... maybe she'd appreciate it. idk. anyway

after that, you get a lot closer again. even more so than before — although, it’s rare that you’re actually alone. you’re not sure if you’re thankful for it, or hate it. you tend to pass your time with jesse and dina, the foursome that temporarily drifted back in full swing.

it’s a lot of hanging out aimlessly, listening to music, watching movies — you spend most of your free time together, and it’s nice. you feel grateful for the friends you have, that in this fucked up world you ended up in relative safety, surrounded by people you genuinely get along with.

however, it also complicates things. while you love that you and ellie are closer than ever, you hate how much it makes your feelings develop. you feel like there’s more at stake, now. if you were to tell her how you feel and it wasn’t mutual, you don’t even want to think how it would mess up your friendship. mess the group up.

so, you keep it to yourself. you go through the motions: spending time together, trying not to read into every little thing. trying not to let your eyes linger on her. trying not to sit too close to her, or laugh too hard at her shitty fucking jokes.

for her birthday, you make her a mixtape. you try and act nonchalant about it, but don’t tell anyone the way you painstakingly went through your entire music collection, imagining ellie listening to it, picking out the songs you think she’d like the most. all in all, it takes you a good while to put together. you make a cover for it, too, covered in little doodles, ‘for ellie :)’ written in the middle.

you get shy giving it to her. it’s later on in the day, and several of you are having a small gathering for the occasion. you pass it over with a coy smile, reveling in the way her face lights up once she realizes what it is.

“wait, what the fuck?” she asks with a grin, turning the tape around to look at the tracklist you’d written out.

“i tried to pick stuff i thought you’d listen to,” you comment, flitting your eyes between ellie and your present, hand nervously coming up to scratch at your neck.

“dude, this is… so cool. seriously. this is the best gift ever.”

you shrug, meeting her eyes for a second with a warm smile, watching as jesse picks the tape from ellie’s fingers, studying the cover before showing it to dina. the two of them let out teasing awws, making your cheeks burn even more. the way that dina looks at you feels almost knowing.

it gets passed around the room, you wanting to sink into the floor at the way you feel a small spectacle is being made.

you take note of the way joel smiles lopsidedly at the doodled cover, saying, “that’s a good one,” tapping the title of a stereophonics song you’d included.

ellie stands up, snatching the tape back with a chuckle before sitting down and looking over the cover again herself, a content expression on her face. she looks over at you, meeting your eyes with a genuine smile. 

“thank you,” she says, holding the gift up. “this is… this is so awesome of you.”

your smile widens, and you can practically feel the affection in your gaze. you know you need to tone it down, but you don’t really care. “don't mention it.”

[electricneonvalkyrie]

How to Lose Abby Anderson in 10 Ways (and 10 Ways to Keep Her Instead)

Let’s do some red flags and green lights for our favourite girl. I feel like this list could be so much longer, but here are the ones I consider the top contenders. Happy New Year, my friends. Stay hungry, stay free, and do the best you can.

🚩 Break Her Trust

• Loyalty and honesty are everything to Abby. Betraying her confidence, lying to her, or keeping major secrets would absolutely shatter the fragile foundation of trust she builds with others.

🚩 Dismiss Her Emotions

• We all know that Abby often suppresses her feelings, so if she opens up, minimizing her emotions would cut her so deeply. She desires someone who listens and validates her struggles, even if she doesn’t say it outright.

🚩 Exploit Her Guilt

• Abby shoulders heavy guilt, especially surrounding her dad and the things she resorts to for survival. Using her past mistakes or fears against her would push her away completely.

🚩 Abandon Her When She’s Vulnerable

• Abby is a fiercely independent girl, but isolation hits hard because of it. Leaving her when she finally lets her guard down or needs support would confirm her worst fear: that she’s better off alone.

🚩 Disrespect Her Dedication

• It’s no secret that Abby pours herself into her passions. Belittling her work ethic, mocking her routines, or not appreciating her discipline would feel like a slap in the face.

🚩 Take Her for Granted

• Abby gives her heart and soul to the people she loves, often at the expense of her well-being. Not reciprocating her care or showing her she’s appreciated would leave her feeling used and rejected.

🚩 Force Her to Confront Her Trauma

• Abby overcomes her pain on her own terms. Forcing her to relive or address her trauma before she’s ready would corner her and make her feel suffocated.

🚩 Devalue the People She Loves

• This girl doesn’t have much to her name, but her personal relationships? They are monumental to her. Insulting her friends, father, or chosen family would be a surefire way to lose her trust and respect.

🚩 Deny Her Solitude

• Abby needs time to process her emotions and recharge. Clinging to her, demanding constant attention, or invading her space too early in a relationship or when she’s under immense pressure would make her feel trapped. Boundaries, people.

🚩 Underestimate Her Depth

• If there’s anything Abby despises, it’s when a girl goads to her friends about her physique. She loves looking good for you; she adores that her strength and dedication makes you all hot and bothered, but using her tough exterior and let’s be honest, the pain she inflicts on herself as a bragging chip is an instant turnoff. If you want to lose her, dismiss her complexities.

💚 Earn Her Trust and Keep It

• Abby guards her trust like we’re in the goddamn medieval times. If she gives it to you, she’s loyal to the core. Show her you’re dependable, honest, and someone she can lean on in her darkest moments.

💚 Be Patient with Her Vulnerability

• Please, for the love of God, let her open up on her own terms. Abby is not the type to bare her soul easily. If you create a safe, nonjudgmental space for her, that soft, squishy side we all know and love will come pouring out.

💚 Support Her Passions

• She’s a gym girlie. Period. Whether it’s because she’s fashioned herself into a super-weapon or because it’s where she goes to deal with the darkness between her ears, it’s her life. Join her in the gym and she’ll worship the ground you walk on. But at the very least, encourage her to pursue her passions wholeheartedly.

💚 Be Her Rock When She’s Struggling

• Abby is not invincible. Yeah, she’s a tough nut. But she’s a whole lotta sensitive deep down. Simply being there for her as she works through the weight of her guilt and her trauma is what will take you from girlfriend to wife material in a millisecond.

💚 Surprise Her Thoughtfully

• I don’t envision Abby as materialistic in any universe, but does she appreciate the hell out of meaningful gestures and small treasures? Undeniably. A book of poetry, a flower you picked, or a home-cooked meal after a brutal day… she’s melting in your hands as we speak.

💚 Show Affection Through Actions

• You want to wake up next to Abby with the promise of a plate of waffles and a hot cup of coffee in bed after she properly makes you feel like the delicious princess you are? Braid her hair. Wash her gym towels and pack her bag. Sneak a little love note inside one of the pockets. She might just cut her weight training session short to show you how much she appreciated the effort.

💚 Be Her Partner, Not Her Savior

• Come on now, my sweet fellow lesbians. I know it’s fun to fantasize, but this girl does NOT need rescuing. What she really needs? A woman who can stand beside her as an equal. If you share her burdens without trying to take over, she’ll trust you implicitly.

💚 Share Quiet Moments

• Abby thrives through quiet intimacy. She’s not a heavy PDA girl and I think there are many reasons for this. Lying in bed with her while she reads, and you dive headfirst into your favourite hobby is a moment of connection she’ll look forward to every single day.

💚 Embrace Her Romantic Side

• If there’s any character in TLOU who happens to be a secret romantic dreamer, it’s Abigail looks up at you through her lashes flirtatiously Anderson. Lean heavily into her softer, affectionate tendencies and she’ll be slow dancing with you in the kitchen at 2am whispering sweet nothings in your ear in no time.

💚 Laugh With Her

• This might actually be the key to her seeing you in a new light, beyond friendship. Abby is a sassy, sarcastic little (tall and gorgeous) shit sometimes and her playful sense of humor often disguises her emotional intensity. But she loves to play. Laughing with her and not taking life too seriously helps lighten her world and will strengthen your bond like no other.

✨️BONUS GREEN LIGHT✨️

💚 Let Her Lead, but Stand Your Ground

• Abby is used to being in control, if for no other reason than necessity. She’s a fierce protector, and in her heart of hearts, she sees herself as your guardian. Your shieldmaiden. She wants to be that for you. But she respects a woman who has their own voice and can meet her strength with their own.

Also, call her out on her shit from time to time, alright? She likes it. Maybe a little too much.

[akaranali]

Muse (1/?)

Kurt Wagner x reader

Synopsis: a popular mutant singer finds herself in a very intimate relationship with her biggest fan.

A/n: another Kurt Wagner post😦?? Trying to be consistent after like a whole year of not writing….My writing definitely got worse but I’ll try my best!! This will probably be a series because why not. Also this is not proof read

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The front light shines on [Name] as she gives it all for her ‘final’ performance. Ever since the information of her being a mutant people drop their support for her. She still has enough fans for her final performance in the big dome. Hiding her tears as she performs her most popular song that got her famous in the first place. The crowd screaming her name. Signs that’s read “We will always love you [Name]” and “Forget all those racist [Name]”

Panting, [Name] wipes the sweat from her head. Fixing her hair and catching her breath she smiles as the tears drop down from her face.

“Thank you everyone!!” She cheers running to the front of the stage.

“For supporting me all these years! For being with me since my debut album! And for staying ever since word got out for me being a mutant!” Her smiles widen going ear to ear. [Name] takes a good deep breath before she use her telepathic power to control the mic and make it float.

“I can finally be myself! Oh surprise I’m a telepath!” [Name] tease the crowd and they cheer at the sight of she using her powers. [Name] laugh running back to the middle is stage. Waving her hands at the crowd.

“Goodbye everybody!” She smiles the light the tears. The current falls but [Name] doesn’t move from her spot in the middle. For some reason she can’t bring herself to move. This can’t be the end right…..?

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“I won’t sign this! I don’t mind leaving this shitty company for leaking information that I’m am mutant but I want the right to keep my music!” [Name] curse at her boss. Leaving is one thing but not being able to keep her hard work is another.

“Without me you wouldn’t even have money for your other artist! So I deserve the right to keep my music when I go solo” Slamming her hand on the desk as she stand up. Her boss moves his seat back.

“Calm yourself. We don’t want your power to go haywire.” He raises his hand and his free hands go near the phone ready to call someone. [Name] sucks her teeth and sits back down crossing her legs. She could scare him into giving her the rights but that would probably do her wrong. Maybe share it to her fanbase on instagram and they could do help her? Yeah that’s it!

“We have the right to keep the music” he continues

“I can’t break contract for you even if you ‘made us popular’” He rolls his eyes. [Name] scoffs. There’s no convincing him. Reluctantly she takes the pen and signs. Taking her bag she storms off out the record label.

“They couldn’t even call a cab for me? Useless motherfuckers” [Name] scoffs placing her Versace’s sunglasses on her head. It’s pretty late and judging by the time no cab is probably on the road. Sighing [Name] clutches her bag and start to walk down the block.

Walking down the blocks of the silent street, [Name] head turn at the sight of an open diner. Raising an eyebrow she looks to the sigh. “Mutant are welcome!” It read. It’s suspicious but, there’s only two people in there. She can fight one person with the teaser she has in her bag.

Walking in, the door bell ringing. Ordering a quick coffee and some fries. [Name] sits down on of the tables. She notices a very…blue person. He looks familiar she thinks as she squints her eyes. Those ears , that tail, that fur- He’s an x men! The thought making her sit up in excitement. Truth be told [Name] was a die hard X-men fan. She would always mange to find some way to see them in action. It’s embarrassing but she could be considered a stalker.

Careful getting up, holding her phone tightly [Name] makes it too his table.

“Um Hi” [Name] waves at him. The man looks up from his burger. He suddenly flushes and place his burger down wiping his hand nervously.

“You’re an X-men right? Can I get a picture!?” [Name] blushes as she holds up her phone. The fuzzy man gets up surprised. A face that’s read “with me?”

“Yeah-yeah you can get a photo” He smiles and stand next to her. Raising her phone, [Name] takes a few selfies. I took a picture with a x-men! [Name] thinks with excitement

“You’re the amazing nightcrawler? Do you have a instagram so I can tag you?” [Name] influencing kicked in and immediately goes to post it on her instagram without asking. Realizing what she domes she goes to apologize

“Oh sorry I didn’t ask first” she laughs nervously. He laugh with her and shake his head.

“Please just call me Kurt” he replies with a smile “And it’s alright. May I ask you something miss?”

“Yeah sure?”

“You’re the artist [Name] right? I’m a fan” Kurt ask his tail wagging a bit. [Name] blushes. A X-men knows about her? This might be the best thing that happened to her.

“Y-Yeah I am- well was!” laughing nervously, [Name] sits down on with him. “I um got dump by my label after someone leaked that I a mutant” [Name] rolls her eyes. Kurt thinks across from her frowning

“Ya’ I heard. I’m sorry that happened to you Ms [Name]. You have a beautiful voice and look to be strip from your career.” Kurt comforts her. But all that [Name] was that he thinks she’s beautiful.

“You think I’m beautiful?” She tease and lean back in the seat getting comfortable with him real quick. Maybe because he is just real nice and easy to speak too. Kurt smirks and wipe his mouth

“Only a fool would thinks you’re not beautiful” He responds.

“Well thank you Kurt, you’re handsome yourself” [Name] smirks not caring that the waiter brought her the food she order.

“Really?” Kurt sways back.

“I think I might be dreaming. My favorite artist calling me handsome? I don’t believe it”. [Name] eyes travels down his body. Wait no this is crazy- flirting with a superhero like this. But no one is here other than the one worker so it’s okay right?

“Well you’re not” [Name] lifts her head up. I have a shoot She thinks and I think I have a chance.

“Maybe, Well maybe if you like my crazy idea- would you like to go to I don’t know someone private and I’ll prove you’re not dreaming?”

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[shoups32]

I think one of my biggest gripes with arcane is that they got rid of women characters and replaced them with men (Renata and Camille, heavy on Camille). Camille and her family was the maker of Hextech in league and she used it to save herself by basically making her heart and some other organs into Hextech so she could live. After that she decided not to use Hextech and basically got rid of it then after that Jayce and Viktor rediscovered it. In arcane they made it so Jayce and Viktor fully made it, which is single handedly replacing Camille and making it so she can’t exist in this “new canon”.

With Renata her family made a very powerful thing of chem-tech that basically could be used as a medicine to help the people of the undercity. After her parents passed she kept it as a thing and became one of the most powerful people of the undercity. In arcane they basically got rid of it, yes while chem-tech is in arcane they got rid of almost all of its lore and just made it a drug people in the undercity use to keep living and to restore limbs. For how in depth they went with hex-tech you would expect for them to also give some type of appreciation to chem-tech considering it was made to basically be a hex-tech but for the undercity.

I feel like the changes made to hex-tech and chem-tech just really messed up season 2 and made me personally start disliking Viktor and Jayce. This is just my opinion, please don’t get pitchforks or anything!!

[coraniaid]

I know that the idea that Amy Madison is secretly in love with Willow is not canon.

I know the show only really embraces the witches-as-lesbians metaphor in Season 4 (almost a year after Amy's last pre-rat appearance). I know it also largely drops that metaphor (in favour of the unfortunate "magic is a bad, addictive drug" subplot) at pretty much the exact time Amy returns to the show. I know we're not supposed to read anything into the fact Amy was the first girl Willow ever did magic with, or that Amy is introduced to us as Willow's childhood friend, or that The Wish establishes that Willow and Amy hang out off-screen without Buffy, or that every one of the high school episodes Amy appears in starts with her entering the scene with Willow or saying hello to Willow before anyone else.

I know it's just a coincidence that Xander discovers Amy is a witch and threatens to blackmail her over this secret (in her very second episode on the show) just one episode after he discovers Larry is gay which makes Larry assume he was threatening to blackmail him over this secret (in Larry's very second episode on the show). I know we're not supposed to ask why, still in her second appearance on the show, when she's been a practicing witch for at most a bit under a year, and probably much less time, Amy is already able to complain to Xander how difficult it is to make a spell that will "make somebody love you for all eternity", or why she knows that "intent has to be pure with love spells" or who she might be thinking about when she says "if you don't want to be with her forever, then what's the point?".

I know we're probably meant to take Amy's claim (in Season 6's Smashed) that she was hoping Larry would ask her to the Prom literally, and just ignore -- as I suspect the writers did -- the fact that Larry is very heavily implied to have come out months before Amy turned herself into a rat (he was talking about coming out even before her second appearance on the show!). We're not meant to think Amy might have some reason to lie to Willow about this.

I know we're meant to see Season 6 Amy as the evil magical junkie who introduces Willow to her dealer (and just not think about exactly when Amy is meant to have first met Rack). I know we're meant to assume Amy only spends time with Willow in order to take advantage of her, and ignore the fact that Willow turns Amy back to a human and starts going out dancing with her mere days (possibly the day after!) being broken up with by her girlfriend. And that she does this immediately after promising Amy the Rat that she'll find her "a nice companion" who she can "love and play with".

I know that, unlike me, the show fundamentally does not care about Amy as a character at all.

But what I keep forgetting is that "Amy is secretly in love with Willow" is not even a particularly popular bit of fanon. As far as I can tell, most people seem to prefer the default canon interpretation, which is ... uh. Amy is just some random girl who shows up with a new hairstyle and backstory and personality every season or so, as and when the plot requires, spends a few years living as a pet in Willow's dorm room but quickly gets over it, and who doesn't particularly want or mean or represent anything else.

Surely after twenty years we can do better?

[cocogum]

What if Armand had survived the war?

Imagining a timeline where Armand didn't die from Rotalström and wins the war actually changes the ENTIRE course of the story! And a lot of it has to do with Yugo and Amalia.

For Amalia, she never becomes queen and has fewer responsibilities. She'll get to marry Yugo, as intended, but will completely devote herself to Yugo's own people. Unlike in the Great Wave manga, Amalia will be the one to support Yugo. She'll help him with any political issues with the other kingdoms because my poor chef guy obviously doesn't have any experience on that particular field.

And as for Yugo, seeing as how it's very unlikely that Armand would let his people live in his kingdom, he'll thank Yugo instead and leave the eliatropes alone for proving their bravery and almost sacrificing their lives for them. Having Armand, the Sadida king, acknowledge Yugo means that Yugo will at least have one kingdom ally by his side.

Armand isn't easily persuaded by Aurora and her father when it comes to making decisions. We've seen Armand not listening to them on three accounts.

1) When Armand spoke back to the Osamodas king, for being told that his men were weak.

2) When Aurora told him not to speak out of line towards her father.

3) When Armand told the Osamodas king to listen to his younger sister and bring his own men to the war.

So it's safe to say, Armand will always keep a strong head around them and keep ruling without the need for them (or you know he can simply just...divorce Aurora like any guy who suspects his woman is acting sus).

Since Yugo won't be able to stay in the Sadida Kingdom, he'll have to leave with Adamaï and the elite eliatropes. Amalia will follow him as well, and the group could simply be moving around together with the help of Adamaï's dragonic form. I'm guessing his full body is big enough to take everyone on his back since there are only 34 eliatropes based on this shot alone.

So since Adamaï will be able to do just that, the eliatropes under the care of Yugo and Amalia will be turned into nomades. They will always move from island to island, from city to city, from town to town, from village to village, and many more.

It will actually be a good way of living for them. In a way, Qilby was right when he said that eliatropes were far better at moving around than staying in one place. And Yugo would've realized this, so he'll just keep doing what he does best with his people. Amalia will also come to love it. She will miss the Sadida Kingdom from time to time, especially when she doesn't know how Armand is doing and what his "wife" is up to, but she knows she'll have nothing to worry about since her brother can take care of himself.

With the new alliance Yugo and Armand will share, Yugo will always respond to Armand whenever the Tree of Life is in danger or if there's an impossible chance that Rotalström wakes up. The six eliatrope dofus have been stored within Yugo, while Lokus roams around him only to be used for emergencies. Amalia will only come to keep loving her place with Yugo and will accept her role as queen of the eliatropes. The eliatropes, on the other hand, will respect her and treat her as their own just like they already did when the necrome war was happening.

Yugo and his followers will move around the world and help as many people as they can, like how Yugo did back in seasons 1-2. His help around the world will once again be recognized but with the new notion that he's the eliatrope king and has been leading his people to help others. He'll try to regain the respect he rightfully deserves. And with the help of Amalia, he'll be able to know how to behave in political situations since she'll play a big role in those for him (like the girl boss we know she is). Yugo will also get to learn his own culture with Adamaï thanks to their people's knowledge on the matter. Without Qilby, their mother, Nora, and Efrim, the two brothers will have to rely on what the elite eliatropes have learned from Balthazar. They'll come to have a clearer picture of who they are as the eliatrope race. Amalia will learn about all of it as well. She'll also get to talk happily about her own culture to them whenever they ask her about it, which they do in their free time.

So yeah, this is my take on it.

Like I said, if Armand hadn't died, things would've been far more different for the Sadida Kingdom, Yugo, Amalia, Adamaï, and of course, Armand.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not implying that I would have preferred if Armand hadn't died. I have no bias on whether he dies or not. It can sometimes be nice to see what could happen if one significant moment had been played around with just to see how much it would greatly change the next course of events.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

The Chatty Round

Remus had never been used to girly stuff. He never fit in that world not even as Rosie. Reason why girls at his multiple schools used to make fun of him for being "different". Maybe because he had been a boy all along.

It was was quite different to take a peek to this world again. Now as Remus, actually as a boy. He never had female friends until he got to Hogwarts. So it was all new.

Remus actually didn't understand why these girls liked him so much, really. Apparently being gay was the key for girls to allow a boy inside their world and tell him things.

Here he was, in the girls dormitory. Actually lying on the girls' floor and listening to gossip.

They called it the "Chatty Round" and apparently they did it at least every week to tell each other about their problems, ask questions or mainly gossip between them.

Remus found it therapeutic, actually. Being surrounded by soft pillows, stuffed animals was sort of relaxing. Boys should do this instead of boiling up their feelings.

"So, I wish Dorcas was braver, you know what I mean?" Marlene was telling her story "And confront her stupid Slytherin friends when they are being arseholes..."

"Slytherins, my friend. They are cowards who save their own tails all the time" Mary tutted.

"Was that against Dorcas?"

"You called her a coward first!"

"She is my girlfriend and I can call her what I want!" Marlene sighed "God, I wish she could learn to be more herself and less a copied barbie"

"Sometimes bravery doesn't come from doing reckless stuff like leaving everyone around you behind, but by trying to change them step by step. Maybe that's what Dorcas is doing or trying to do" Remus said "Sometimes we love rotten people and had been around them for so long that we don't want to just leave them, you know?"

Remus was thinking about Fen, Grant and his other friends. They weren't rich bullies like the Slytherins and Dorcas's friends. They had done worse things but Remus understood how difficult it was to stop caring about them.

The girls' giggles made Remus get out of his memories.

"God, Remus" Mary said "Sometimes you speak like a wise old man"

"True! You sounded like you were a hundred years old" Marlene added.

"Oh shut up" Remus blushed against his will.

The girls laughed probably thinking he was adorable. They always used to say that.

"Can we address the elephant in the room, though?" Marlene continued "Will care to tell us Mary, who is your new bloke?"

Remus blinked. This was the whole purpose of being here. "Our little spy" The Marauders had called him. Basically they wanted information about the girl world. James about Lily and Peter about Mary. And Sirius... Sirius actually didn't care and Remus was very happy about that. Having Sirius interested in a girl would kill him.

"There's no one..."

"Oh please! You keep texting or having random calls with someone..." Marlene sounded impatient "Just tell us who he is"

"My mum and my brothers... I miss them dearly..."

"Oh please!! As if we believe that!"

"Really there's no one... Remus! Tell us about the boys you fancy around Hogwarts...."

"Oh yes, change the subject, Mary" Marlene tutted.

Remus, who had been taking mental note of Mary's potential boy to tell Peter, was caught up by the question.

"We can match you up with someone nice" Mary added.

Suddenly Remus didn't like the Chatty Round. It smelled too much like perfume.

If only he could have eyes for anyone else than Sirius. If only he had notice another bloke to tell these girls so they could move on. He couldn't tell them about his crush.

Remus cleared his throat "Why don't we ask Lily something? She's been oddly quiet"

It was true. Which was weird in Lily. The girl was only quiet when something was bothering her. And Remus who was closer to her, noticed she was biting her nails nervously.

Before Marlene could protest and Mary could ask more questions about Remus's potential love life, Lily miraculously spoke.

"I actually have something to say"

She sounded desperate like she had a big problem she didn't know what to do with.

"What's on your mind, Lils?" Marlene asked with worry.

Lily took a deep breath.

"I think I fancy James Potter"

There was a heavy silence in the room after that. After Remus assimilated Lily's words, he smiled. Because wow, finally! And wow, James would be thrilled.

Remus felt how Mary and Marlene broke the circle and turned to face Lily, probably to see if actually she was there and she had said what she had said. Remus followed. He was the only with a smile on his face while the girls had shocked expressions.

Lily realized she was being observed and turned to face them as well. Her cheeks were red as her messy hair.

"It is against the rules to break the circle" she swallowed "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Remus, Mary and Marlene looked between each other with thrilling smiles. And in the matter of seconds, everyone screamed. Mary with excitement. Marlene asking a lot of questions, Lily whining because she didn't know what to do.

Remus was overwhelmed by the loud feminine sound. But he kept smiling.

"Wait! Wait!" Marlene stopped everyone. "First of all" Then she touched Lily's forehead "Are you feeling well, Lily? Do you have a fever or something?"

Lily pushed Marlene's hand away.

"Other than this love sick thing, perfectly" Lily said "Although, I am kind of panicking"

Mary laughed "How sweet! Do you really fancy James?"

Lily blushed "I think so..." she said "I mean we are friends now, really good friends... And I like talking to him about random stuff of my day when we are on Headboy and Headgirl rounds..." she smiled "And he is so nice and good to me and everyone, especially first and second years. He is like a father to them... And it is so confusing because I am like their mother... And I feel so stupid because he called me beautiful today and I haven't been able to get that out of my head all day... His smile..."

"Wohoho..." Marlene grinned "You are actually love sick!"

Lily groaned and covered her face. "This wasn't supposed to happen!"

Mary was beaming "Oh but it's lovely! James is going to be absolutely happy..."

Lily looked up like an animal in alert.

"Oh! He cannot know!"

"Why not, Lily?"

Remus was thrilled as well, because this was good. This was fantastic. Now both James and Lily felt the same for each other. If only James knew that he had a chance with Lily...

"Don't you dare Remus John Lupin!" Lily pointed a finger as if she was reading his mind.

"John?" Marlene asked amused.

Remus cursed the day he told Lily the story of how he got his second name.

"Don't you dare tell him!" Lily continued "What is said in the Chatty Round, stays in the Chatty Round"

"But Lily..."

"No!"

"Bollocks" Mary exclaimed with the sigh "Who invented the Chatty Round and its rules?"

"You did!" Marlene snapped "You and your urge to gossip"

Marlene then whined when Mary hit her head with a pillow.

"Unfortunately, Remus" Mary shrugged "Rules are rules"

"Rules are rules!!" Lily repeated more aggressively.

This reminded Remus of the Marauders Code. A stupid set of rules that his friends had written at twelve and followed like religion. James in fact had forbidden Remus to tell Lily that he still fancied her and wanted her more than friends.

"I want to do things right, Moony" he had said "I don't want her to feel pressured or feel like I am going back to being an idiot who asks her out again"

Pair of soding idiots. Why do Remus have to be in the middle?

"I know that you were friends with those idiots before and they think they have some sort of ownership over you, Remus" Lily spat crossing her arms "But you are our friend to now"

"Once in the circle, you can never get out" Marlene said making a gesture of cutting her own throat.

Remus looked between the three pair of eyes staring at him. Girls were scary sometimes.

"Fine! Fine!" he raised his hands "I won't say a thing"

Lily seemed relieved. She hugged Remus's waist. Remus smiled.

"Don't mind it, Remus" Mary grinned "We shall form a plan to make sure James and Lily get together"

Lily hid her face on Remus's chest.

"Oh please no! How embarrassing!" Lily whined.

"After five years, the girl finally says yes" Marlene shook her head "It feels like a cycle is finally ending"

They laughed and Remus found himself laughing with them. Sometimes being with these girls was chaotic as fuck, but Remus liked it. But sometimes there were moments of peace with them. Remus loved having them as friends.

"Will you shut up and let me sleep?"

They heard a fifth voice coming from one of the beds. Remus had learned that Hestia might be the girls' roommate but never shared anything with them. Mary, Marlene and Lily called her a boring old cow.

"First of all, this boy shouldn't be in our dorm at this time of the night"

"He has a name!" Mary spat.

"And second of all, just stop gossiping stupid nonsense and go to sleep!"

"Whatever you say, Jones" Marlene rolled his eyes.

But then Hestia raised his head and smiled slightly.

"Oh and Lily? It was about time you fancied Potter back" she said "You make a really good couple"

They all laughed at the way Lily blushed with that.

[stingslikeabee]

The words Melissa shared had not been meant to threaten or provoke any unease in Hannibal - on the other hand, they were a demonstration of trust. From their very first meeting to their reunion behind closed doors at the music room, she had been drawn to him perhaps in the same way his patients were. It was not difficult to trust the man, to grow fond of him and to feel the need to bare one's soul to his eyes.

However, Melissa enjoyed the ability to stay outside the confines of a doctor and patient bond; as much as she had joked about it, the countess did not look for professional help of that kind. Her sins were her own, fully embraced and worn on the outside like armor. To one with such dubious reputation, further blurring the lines was not impossible, particularly when a lady of manners such as hers had accidents, bad luck and poison to fall back onto.

Breaking someone else's skull with pieces of furniture was not her style - or to cause such upset among her beloved staff and involve the authorities. But that Hannibal saw it all and still assessed her not to be a great danger was interesting - beyond that, even; it hinted at some deeper mystery that further tempted Melissa to keep going, jumping into that alluring abyss.

"I am grateful for your trust and assistance, my dear doctor," the brunette said after him, returning to the place where the coffee mug had been placed to pick it up and finish the beverage before it got unpleasantly tepid, "And I look forward to meeting the lion," the lady of the house added, smirk mirroring his own playful grin although it was partially hidden by way she sipped the drink.

A bold claim, but nonetheless true - while Melissa was no little defenseless lamb, she was no apex predator herself. There was a willingness to face danger there - and it showed in how she had immersed herself in a society that was not inclined to embrace someone of her tradition and preferences.

Outside the Forteguerri staff and Hannibal Lecter, Melissa would be suspicious of anyone else claiming to have her best interests at heart.

"Speaking of compensation, I am willing to reward you handsomely for the visit, Hannibal. But I would much prefer if our relationship was strictly unprofessional," the countess smiled in return, knowing he was jesting in relation to that but nonetheless carrying on with the joke. "But I was hoping to make good use of your skills again, albeit as a... Friend," the brunette added, eyes still sparkling with amusement before taking herself to one of the chairs and claiming that spot, gesturing for the doctor to accompany her if he so desired.

"In all your time assisting the police - have you seen similar incidents to this one to assume that the house staff would be involved?" the woman asked, a rather serious appearance taking over her visage despite the beautiful music still playing the background and the conversation filled with hints and allusions of a minute prior, "Most of the people working from me crossed the Atlantic at my side, doctor Lecter. I would have a hard time being suspicious of them, but I would also appreciate your rational view on how to prevent further incidents, if you have anything to add."

Hannibal inhaled slowly, breathing in all that Melissa just placed on a platter in front of him. When she brought her hand up to brush aside a piece of loose hair, he did not flinch, nor did he bat an eye. His gaze was firmly locked onto her eyes; not even the soft, deliberate motion of her fingers settling on his chin could distract him.

A slight twitch was seen just underneath his eye, a smidge tilt of his head. He had bathed in danger, saturated his flesh with it without a spark of fear. If she was threatening him in any way, it did not penetrate. "I cannot turn off my acts of observation. It is what I do." Without missing a beat, he says, "you are not the lion in the room, my dear." A grin slipped through his otherwise stoic facade, the corners of his mouth lifting in a manner that was both inviting and enigmatic. “You can trust me, Melissa, for I see far more than what the officers in this house perceive.”

His observational prowess was attuned to the more sinister elements of life, particularly those intricately interwoven with death and its aftermath.

"That being said," he continued, his tone shifting to a more playful register, "should I bill you for such an early visit this morning?" It was, by far, the earliest he had been awake since his days as a surgeon, when the hours would slip away into the pre-dawn darkness, leaving little room for rest amid the chaos of the emergency room. The smile returned to his face, unfazed by the potential threats she might be insinuating.

The words she expressed only served to reinforce the impression that had been taking shape in his mind since their initial encounter. He understood that her intentions were not to cultivate his trust through manipulation or exploitation. He recognized that he had engaged in similar interactions with others, albeit without granting them the same level of access to his innermost life as he had extended to her.

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do you have any particular thoughts regarding marcille being a half-elf? its interesting to me considering the fact that she seems self-conscious about being a half-elf, but denies it when its brought up

i remember marcille looking visibly uncomfortable over laios simply asking her how old she is, which i think the only reason she might feel nervous about this is because it might reveal her as a half-elf to him.

she's never corrected anybody whose called her an elf either.

never mind the circumstances of the reveal, in which thistle goes on about how half-elves are inferior and accusing her of wanting to become full blooded elf, she seemed particularly upset like he struck a nerve-

i wish the half-elf thing was built upon more. also, underrated marcille line:

okay so i revisited this sequence just to make sure I could back myself up and it's just... man. there's a lot going on.

the first reaction we get from Marcille is this huge panel that takes up half of the page

she is viscerally affected. flushing to the tips of her ears with the intensity of it. and we see it again, a few pages later

so it might seem like she's embarrassed about it and lying to herself, but... I really think it's just that Thistle is accidentally hitting sore spots. If you really look at what he says to get these reactions

"you'll live out your entire life [...] and die that way too"

"a hundred years from now, nobody will be there"

Hear me out. I think, if he stuck to harping on about her inferiority without bringing up how terrifyingly long-lived she is, she wouldn't have been as bothered. But right now, Thistle is accidentally hitting all the marks on Marcille's deepest fears-- and this is after the Winged Lion promised her that her dreams could come true in an extremely vulnerable moment, so it also hits her slightly guilty conscience as well.

I do truly believe that Marcille isn't bothered about being a half-elf the way that people assume she'd be bothered by it. To her, the biggest problem with being a half-elf is that it's isolating.

On one hand, it's not hard to imagine why she'd distance herself from elves in the west. A lot of them can clock her as a half-elf on sight, unlike other races, and therefore she's always branded with this weird stigma of being Othered -- I would even say that she considers herself lucky for being born outside of elven culture instead of having to grow up in it. I mean, just... look at the way elves talk about her.

Skipping past the uncomfortable implication of what 'not tolerating the existence' of half-elves would actually entail, this is incredibly fucking annoying. You can see why she wouldn't want to be around elves much. You see a lot of Marcille reacting badly here, but honestly, almost all of it can be attributed to her freaking out that her bluff completely failed. She's honestly more paying attention to Izutsumi's footsteps and trying to coordinate an opportunity to escape.

And in the end, you see her built-up frustration at being asked if she wants to be a full-blooded elf like 2-3 times in a row.

Yeah, yeah, "the lady doth protest too much," and all. But we know Marcille. We know that she's a lot more embarrassed and horrendously unconvincing when she's being prodded about something she's actually self-conscious about.

Moving onto the flipside of things, it might seem weird that she "pretends" to be a full elf around other races, but it's not really that strange if you think about it. Again, people are weird about her being infertile or whatever, and a lots of them don't even know much about what sets half-elves apart from everyone else. I mean, look at how uncomfortable Laios is just asking her about it

and look at how exasperated and resigned she looks

And like... she's right. Where would that come up in normal conversation? Why would she go out of her way to tell them? She's functionally a normal elf to other races anyway -- got the ears, the abnormally long "childhood", and the huge mana capacity. Unless it's directly relevant or important for people to know, I don't think it's all that strange or indicative of insecurity that she prefers not to bother with it.

(This combined with her sense of being an "outsider" to elf culture also explains why she thinks elf superiority is embarrassing. She sees the way elves treat short-lived races from the "outsider" perspective nonetheless, and thinks it's obnoxious; especially more so because she usually has to play the elf around short-lived races and deal with the reputation of arrogance that elves have built up.)

The sad thing is, this all means that... she doesn't actually fit in anywhere. She doesn't like going out West much because of how elves treat her. But she's also an outsider in the continents she was born in, treated like this exotic long-lived alien choosing to live among short-lived races for some reason. She is always an outsider, the Other, no matter where she goes. Add in the fact that she'll live longer than literally anyone she knows, and it's honestly kind of heartbreaking.

And I think that's the crux of it. Marcille really doesn't act like she's at all self-conscious about being a half-elf because of any feelings of inferiority or being half-made or whatever. She considers herself a perfectly legitimate being and might even, in some ways, consider herself superior to normal elves because she's not blind with elf supremacy or whatever. (And whatever "elven biases" she displays, all of them are born more out of the fact that she's kind of bad at conceptualizing how other races age and mature compared to herself, not that she actually considers herself better or more mature simply for being an elf.)

I think that whatever self-consciousness Marcille has about being a half-elf is, instead, related to terror and loneliness. The reminder that it ensures she'll never truly belong anywhere for the rest of her very long life. The reminder that, in truth, even she's not actually sure how old she is by other races' standards (hence the discomfort when asked how old she is). She doesn't want to not be a half elf, or be a full elf or full tall-man-- in her ideal world, she's still a half-elf. She just gets to live out her life at the same pace with the people she loves and doesn't have to say goodbye again and again and again until she dies.

and one last very important panel, right after Mithrun tells her that all her desires would be devoured

In her ideal world, she's still a half-elf and reality magically starts marching at her pace. But failing that, the second best thing is that she's still a half-elf-- but one who is able to accept reality and let go of her fear.

(But the rest of the story pans out the way it does because, to Marcille, taking reality apart and reshaping it was less scary than simply and fully reconciling with it.)

[wewerebornsextuplets]

i missed you sooooo so so much!!!