#but i appreciate that the show knows that he isn

[ctl-yuejie]

you remembered, quite observant ｜hidden agenda ep. 1

[nanabansama]

Tsukasa's Winter Uniform

Many people forget, but Tsukasa has appeared in TBHK since the very first chapter. He even shows up before Kou, less you count the pilot adaptation.

The odd thing is, despite Tsukasa later confirming he only wore the winter uniform to match his older brother, Tsukasa shows up in the winter uniform much earlier than their fated rooftop encounter. About a month earlier, at least.

If that weren't enough, he even shows up wearing it in the reflection of Hanako's knife, implying he wore it when he died.

Previously I guessed this was done because AidaIro hadn't finalized the designs of Amane (specifically, alive!Hanako) and Tsukasa yet, but upon further reflection I like to think it was to wordlessly show the deep connection between Hanako and Tsukasa. To leave hints for the reader, and keep them second-guessing.

I mean, who's to say the character handling the radio in Chapter 1 wasn't Hanako? It's unlikely with what we know now, but it's something a lot of people probably thought when they first read it. And I think that's kind of brilliant, given that the twins are mirror images of each other in everything except clothes. When we can't see Tsukasa's identical face, it only makes sense to give them the same clothes.

It's interesting when Tsukasa first shows up on the rooftop, too. Tsukasa has a few differences between himself and his twin, but in this encounter he shares much of the same traits. He lacks his pointy teeth and you can't even see his eyes till the end, which don't even look particularly Tsukasa-like.

The only true major difference is his kokujoudai and the black seal, which really lack any individuality at all... they are just black-colored versions of Hanako's own seal and tsueshiro. It's a very interesting choice; the least I can say is Tsukasa really went all out in matching his brother.

In some ways, it's a bit underwhelming for his face reveal. In others, it's not: I mean, Hanako's murder victim literally shares his face! What a compelling surprise! I can only imagine AidaIro was trying to emphasize this.

Later, Tsukasa returns to the broadcasting club room and catches up with Natsuhiko and Sakura. This is where his individuality begins to shine.

He changes into his hakama outfit, his pupils get tiny or his eyes go completely black, and while not every panel has them he's drawn with his signature pointy canines in a few.

His personality changes, too. You get to see Tsukasa's more childlike, innocent side. He's so much more serious when he's with Hanako, you feel a lot of tension and maybe even resentment there. But here, he becomes so carefree. While the rooftop has him feeling more like a spectre of Hanako's guilt rather than his own person, here it really sinks in that this is not just some recolored Hanako we're dealing with.

On that note, I find it interesting the twins seem more carefree when they're away from each other... hmm...

Anyway, one thing I like about this era of Tsukasa is the art AidaIro made of him. I'm a big fan of early TBHK art, and the matching baggy winter uniforms really look nice together.

I like how this art emphasizes a sort of perverted sentimentality between the two of them. They can't help reaching out to each other. I like how Hanako distinctly doesn't look happy either, something Tsukasa inquires when they meet again. He looks distressed, helplessly so. And he is: he can't break away from his guilt of killing Tsukasa, nor Tsukasa himself, who is content to keep eating away at him while he still can, knowing Amane will be his doom. It's mutual self-destruction--They can't live with each other, can't live without each other...

My love for chapter frontispieces aside, thanks for reading this far! I used to not have much appreciation for Tsukasa's winter uniform but I've come to love its symbolism a lot more as time has gone on. Perhaps I'm reading too deep into things, but what do you think?

Also before anyone tries to tell me the Chapter 17 frontispiece isn't Tsukasa allow me to introduce you to the top right corner:

[thewulf]

Hiiii! I have a little request! What if one of reader's love language Is act of service,She used to prepare a lunch box for her and her (now ex) boyfriend but he never appreciated the gesture,because he isn a kid and could buy food like his other team mates ( maybe one of them told her they saw him throw away the food).

Years later she is dating hangman,they don't live toghether yet but take turn to spend the night at each other places. One night when it's Jake turn to go to hers,he complaing about starving because the cafateria on base had to close for some gas leak or something and they had to either raid the vending machine or spending all their break to go to eat somewhere but it's impraticable. So when she is making making her lunch box with the dinner leftovers, She decide to do one for him too, but instead of telling him, mostly because she is afraid he will have a similar reaction like her ex,She leave a little note for him to find the next morning. The next morning he call her during his lunch break to thank her and tell the other were jealous and wanted to steal the food. So she keep making his food the night he spend at her, but a parte of her Is still afraid that he is lying until One day She get a text from someone of the dragger and it's a video of Jake unpacking his lunch box and showing what he got all smiley, and in background she can hear the other saying stuff like "you got all of this?!" " Lucky man" and so on, and the caption is "if I pay you,can you make One for me too?" (There Is a video in tick tock like this). Just something sweet... Thank you 💞

ahh this has been sitting in my inbox for SO long and I'm finally getting to it (near the end of my Jake requests wooo!!).

Yes anon, hopefully you are still around but you got this cute lil one shot coming up here for you soon!! This is so cute and sweet and thoughtful and I'll make it extra fluffy!

Let me know if you wanna be tagged below :)

[sugar-omi]

DAY TWENTY-ONE — EGGS

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, gn/intersex + top reader, dragon!reader x human!cove, arranged marriage, stomach bulging, knotting, mpreg i suppose, cove w nip n belly piercings, praise

synopsis : you've put off having children to accommodate your human husband, and for him to get comfortable with you. but cove insists he’s ready, and you wouldn’t dare deny your darling husband something he wants

cove is anxious.

and the servants helping him bathe and dress aren't helping as they go on and on about how beautiful your children will be, that "with their majesty's dragon blood, your children will be beautiful and strong!"

even though you promised to be gentle, it didn't ease his fear now that it was happening.

and now he's all alone, sitting in the middle of this grand bed, even though the door is also grand since this is your bedroom- fit for royalty afterall-, he often wonders how it even got in the room from its size.

he tries to focus on the logistics of how the bed was squeezed into the door, and focuses on the grandeur of your palace.

even after nearly a year here, he can never get used to the high ceilings and gold, bold colors and tall open windows. the land is pretty too, open space for dragons to land and flourishing flowers and trees and clear waters.

then he started thinking about how the people dress…

open backs to accommodate your wings, in truth the clothes are quite skimpy to begin with to make room for your tail as well but also since dragons run hot, you need a breeze.

rings and chains to decorate your horns, eye catching makeup and much gold and silver and gems to go around.

it's much different from how he's used to dressing. even though he's used to and comfortable with a lack of clothing, the glamor always make him feel out of place.

even now, necklaces cool his hot skin and he's aware of the rings on his sweaty hands.

he swallows, sighing shakily. he twists his wedding band, shaky fingers tracing the brilliant gems and every curve and bend of the ring.

the door groans, and cove nearly snaps his neck to meet your gaze.

you blink lazily, your nails scraping against the wood as your hand drags along the door. your jewelry clicks, cove's eyes lingering on the shiny pair of anklets.

"ogle as long as you'd like, little dove." you purr, the rumble of your booming voice sends shivers up cove's spin.

he blink, meeting your sharp eyes. "sorry.."

you shake your head, locking the door behind you without looking. the click sticks to cove's mind, anticipation rising in his chest.

"the ladies worked hard to dress me up, please appreciate their efforts." you take long strides across the room, kneeling in the bed and reaching out to softly caress your husband's cheek.

you eyes droop, pointed pupils softening. "i know i do…" you purr, your fingers trailing between his flushed cheeks to his painted, glossy lips.

"although, i think they should have taken your natural fluster into account, the blush is poor in comparison."

cove wraps his hand around your wrist, peeking at you through his lashes.

"i'm.. glad you think so." he mutters, nuzzling into your hand.

your eyes trail down his body, your fingers following your gaze. starting with his hair, curling his hair around the digit, trailing down to his neck and lingering on the choker, pupils dilating with the way it stretches around his throat.

then your nail drags down the valley of his chest, parting his robe to see his pierced nipples, the gem of the jewelry your favorite color.

cove squirms, feeling like prey in the hands of a predator. in a way he was, but he tried not to think of that anymore.

"um.. i- they made something special for tonight…" cove takes your raised brow and retreating hand as a sign.

he undoes the ribbon, and everything seems to move in slow motion as the sleeves pool at his elbows and he shifts to show you his lovely outfit for tonight.

if the servants dressed him with the aim to be devoured, they've hit the mark.

if it isn't the lace underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination, it has to be the garter belt and thighs, showing the expanse of his long legs.

you growl, your canines pricking your bottom lip.

cove's eyes nearly fall out his head when you rip off your own garments, leaving on your underwear.

cove almost wishes you'd take them off so he can prepare himself mentally for what you're packing.

he still hasn't decided if he's thrilled or petrified by what you could get up to in the bedroom. he figures he shouldn't think with his dick, but that's a difficult challenge when it comes to you.

"y-y/n?" cove stutters, scooting back on the bed.

you crawl up the bed, your wings flaring.

cove was always painfully aware of the size difference. but having you hover over him like this.. it makes him squirm and he isn't ready to admit he likes how intimidating you are.

you take his hand, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. "don't run from me… i promised i'd be gentle, didn't i?" you peer at him through your lashes, turn his arm to kiss his fingers and down his palm…

cove nods, his mouth dry. "yes.. you did."

he feels like you're sucking the breath from his lungs without even kissing him. your lips trailing down his wrist and you repeat the action on his left arm, kissing up the pale, raised path of his scar and to the back of his hand, kissing his ring.

he shakes, biting his bottom lip.

your hand trails down his side, your palm hot against his skin, you snatch off his underwear with a loud rip, throwing the ruined fabric to the side.

cove yelps, trying to close his legs. "y/n!"

you push his legs apart, tugging him so he's laying on his back. "you look divine, my love. i can't resist..." you kiss his inner thigh, getting close to his growing erection before switching to the other thigh. you make eye contact when you part your lips, biting him gently enough to leave a mark but not bleed.

cove moans, covering his face, mumbling something inaudible.

your clawed hands wraps around his wrists, "don't hide your sounds or face from me. i don't want to tie you up." you grin wolfishly, only partially joking.

cove nods and squeaks out his agreement, feeling his temperature rise when you sink back down but not before taking a vial of oil, spreading it over your fingers. "just relax for me.." you purr, slowly sinking in one finger.

he blinks, feeling a bit hazy... right, you mentioned something about pheromones. this must be it, since he feels himself relax and his racing heart evens out.

cove loses himself in your voice, your praises and pet names barely reaching him.

cove whimpers when you add another finger, pushing back on the digits. “good boy,” you purr. “you look so lovely..” your fingers curl against his walls, oil getting on the sheets from how careless you were with it but the mess just adds excitement.

“you’re going to look so pretty on my dick. i almost can’t wait for it..” you pet cove’s cheek, getting close to steal a kiss from his loose lips, pretty moans like a symphony. “it’d be a shame to break you though when we have a whole lifetime to spend together..”

you close the gap, cove mindlessly following your lips and you kiss him so gently it makes his head spin. your lips swallow up his moan when you add another digit, slowly stretching him open.

he breaks the kiss, panting and whines loudly.

your lips fall to his throat, pushing back his hair to place wet kisses along tan skin, stopping to suck a hickey where you feel his pulse under your lips, leaving a deep mark that will take days to heal.

he squirms, forcing your fingers against his prostate. “ahh!” cove cries loudly, his walls convulsing around your digits. you grin, happy to see him falling apart from your fingers alone. “is that your spot?"

you curl your fingers again, rewarding you with a loud moan, his back arching off the bed.

"that's it doll, keep fucking yourself on my fingers." you sink down so you're on your stomach, kissing cove's tummy until you're face to face with his weeping cock.

you kiss the tip, taking him into his mouth.

"ah- y/n.." cove squirms, grinding on your fingers, twisting the sheets. you take him further into your mouth, swallowing around his length.

cove groans, his thigh shaking under your hand. he forgets about a special trait of dragons, and that's your long forked tongue…

you tongue wraps around his dick, spit running down his length and balls, adding to the mess between his legs. cove squirms, thrusting up into your mouth, his fingers finding their way into your hair.

you scissor your fingers and suck at the same time, cove yelling out loud curses and moans. his fingers tighten around your strands and you groan around his length.

“f-fuck!” cove cries, tears welling up in his eyes and his free leg shaking by your side. he tries not to kick you so instead he lets go of your hair and finds your horn, his fingers wrapped around the base.

the vibration from your muffled noises, your growl making your throat move around his leaky cock pushes him over the edge, his cum filling your mouth. cove whimpers, crying your name and his nails scratch the base of your horn as your tongue moves up and down his length, your lips sucking on his tip.

he pushes against your head, his foot hitting the bed. “that’s- hah- that's enough…”

you release his spent cock, wiping your mouth as you admire your darling husband with his face covered by his arm, chest rising and falling (you mentally remind yourself to pay special attention to his pierced tits), and his cock still twitching leaking on his tummy.

cove peaks at you, his bangs sticking to his forehead. “are.. are you gonna put it in?”

your jaw tightens and you feel your dick twitch against your thigh, eager to make those tears caught on his long lashes fall.

you nod, and you resign to a scolding from your tailor later about all the ripped clothes as you throw your underwear to the pile. cove’s eyes roam down your body, his shaky gaze settling on your cock.

he mentally curses, squirming. would.. would you even fit? and what about the eggs? fuck. he feels in over his head.

almost like you’ve read his mind (as if his worry wasn’t obvious), you reassure him. “don’t worry, beloved. you’ll be able to take my cock and eggs, i’ve prepared you for this day haven’t i?”

cove swallows, his stomach stirring pleasantly as he thinks back to all the nights you called him to your room or snuck into his and stretched him open with your fingers or tongue until sunrise, then you’d disappear until the afternoon as if you hadn’t pulled him apart just hours ago.

“yeah..” cove mumbles, watching you pour oil over your dick. you’re so thick, prominent ridges along the underside leading up to your tapered tip, and a fat knot at the base. then his eyes trail down to your cunt, your slick running down your thighs..

“i’ll let you fuck me once we’re done.”

cove snaps out of his trance, meeting your knowing eyes with his own wide saucers. “w-what?!” you lean over him, your wings casting a shadow over you both. “i’ve never had sex with a human, it’ll be interesting.. especially if you’re full of my eggs.”

cove moans, pinching his lips together to muffle the sudden sound.

“ah, so you like that idea! how sweet..” you cheer, almost teasing but he tries not to take it that way. you lack shame, perhaps something caused by living so long, whereas he has much of it, enough shame to be embarrassed by most things out your mouth.

cove didn’t plan to say anything back, but any thought he did have vanishes when you sink inside him, your tip stretching him out and he throws his head back, arching and squirming against the sheets as your dick stretches him open the more you sink into him, the ridges dragging against his walls deliciously.

your tail swings behind you, messing up the bed sheets. you’re panting, trying to give him time to adjust to your size but he’s flushed down to his chest and panting so adorably, his cock still as lively as ever and you can even see a bulge when he sucks in his tummy… you want to ruin him.

cove blinks through his tears, licking his lips.”you.. you can move.” he pants, removing half his face from the pillow.

you lean over him for a kiss, your sweaty chests pressed against each other as he wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you into a deep, messy kiss. he’s too busy feeling your forked tongue along the inside of his mouth to realize you’re rearing your hips back, drunk off pheromones and consumed by your being.

you slam inside him, your knot pressing against his entrance. cove yells into your mouth, breaking the kiss.

you kiss his temple, “you don’t mind if i’m a little rough.. right?”

you don’t even give him a chance to respond, pushing out all his thoughts with you dick, the ridges of your cock dragging against his walls and he’s melting at how your cock easily reaches those sweet spots inside him.

cove cries, clinging onto the pillows as your cock drags against his walls, cum getting all over his and your stomach when you lean down to suck on his jeweled nipples, scraping the sensitive bud with your teeth and hollowing your cheeks.

he whines, his cock twitching and leaking more cum. fuck it feels so good.. and when you finally pull off his nipple is puffy and flushed, then you switch to the other one to do the same. cove cups the back of your neck, letting you suck on his chest.

‘i wonder if i’ll lactate..’ cove stares at the ceiling with blurry vision, his bouncing feet and your brilliant wings in view. you’re using your body to fold him in half, forcing him to open up and take you.

you pull off his nipple with a pop, nuzzling into his neck and nipping at his skin.

“nngh-” cove throws his head to the side, exposing himself to you and you welcome it. cove’s nails drag down your back, catching on the base of your wings.

you groan, your thrusts faltering and your head drops to his shoulder. he can feel your shaking breath, your fingers tightly holding onto his thighs.

“..again..” you mumble against his shoulder. cove blinks, not hearing what you said. “huh? did that- did it hurt?”

you remove yourself from his shoulder, your eyes sharp and panting. “do it again. touch my wings again..”

cove stares dumbly before he nods, stroking the base of your wings and rewarding him with a lovely moan and you shudder, your wings fluttering and flapping. “fuck..” you curse, fixing your grip so your hands on the back of his knees and cove cries out when you set a faster pace, your tip slamming into his g-spot.

your knot is catching on his hole, the sudden stretch whenever you push into his insides makes his head spin and his cock twitch, but every backwards pull of your hips pulls your knot out and it makes his heart hurt. he wants to be full so bad he could cry.

you’re purring, your rumbling chest reverberating through him. “‘gonna knot.. gonna fill you up…” you babble, licking up cove’s tears he didn’t realize he was shedding.

you stop your bullying on his poor guts to ease your knot into him before it didn’t fit, and cove’s nails drag down your scales to your skin. you kiss cove’s open mouth, scooping up all his moans and cries and babbled words with your tongue.

“so good. good mate..” you soothe when your knot finally pops inside him, his tight ass stretched and filled to the brim with you cock. cove wraps his arms around your neck to kiss you properly, and you’re the one who realizes he’s cumming, his cock shooting out long strips of cum over his tummy.

you growl, the sound shaking against cove’s tongue.

you grind into him, your tip right against his prostate. you babble more soothing words and praises as cove cries and whines, feeling your cum paint his insides.

“so good- just a bit more..” you lick his wet cheeks, holding both his hands as he starts to get louder and squirmer, your dick stretching to accommodate your eggs.

cove’s legs are shaking, and his cock even drools more cum.

to think he started out wishing he never agreed to marry you and move to your foreign kingdom, and here he is falling apart on your dick, cumming from your knot and the stretch of your eggs filling up his insides.

“y/n~” cove drawls, whiny. that was one egg… not bad, it’s not as big as he feared it would be, suppose the whispered gossip from the towns ladies back home about how “a dragon's egg would make a human burst!” isn’t anywhere near the truth.

you shush him, kissing his cheeks. “it’s okay, lovely. just a couple more..”

cove whimpers, your cock stretching against his sensitive walls, this time the second and third egg is easier, filling him up quickly. he pants, his weak arms falling to his side, his fingers twitching and he barely finds the strength to hold onto the pillow when he feels more pressure.

“i-i thought-!” cove cries, looking down at his stomach.

even through his bleary eyes he can see his wide stomach, your eggs and cock making his stomach bulge.

cove cries and curses, his head falling back. that… that’s hotter than it should be.

you pant, massaging cove’s thighs. “last one.. last one i promise…”

the egg stretches past your tip, knocking against the other eggs and cove sighs, happy that it’s finally over. he puts a hand on his stomach… dragon eggs definitely aren’t small, and he’s tired.

although.. he can’t help but be a bit happy.

you pet his hair, kissing his cheek…

“i knew you’d look good full of my eggs.”

[002yb]

OMGGGG can you write a more extensive fic or more hcs of ur recent post:3c it was soooo cute i need more

In relation to this post with Jason's first love being circus boy!Dick.

Bruce having full faith that Jason's sweet little first love story will fizzle out after some time spent apart

A foolish thing to convince himself of, given that phones exist

Bruce doesn't know what he was expecting, but a circus boy having his own phone was not one of them and he has to level with himself on what the assumption says about him l:

Digression aside, Bruce being an exasperated dad because Jason won't put the fucking phone down; he's always smiling at it, too and he needs to know why

The only conclusions he draws involve Dick corrupting his babygirl via dirty texts and requests for salacious pictures.

And there are photos - so many photos - but they're all harmless, ranging from dumb to pretty to thoughtful. It's just Dick sharing his life with Jason and showing how Jason fits in it and Bruce is OTL because this fucking charmer bastard how sweet.

Then things escalate and all at once there are phone and video calls. And Bruce doesn't realize it at first until he's talking with Jason one evening and Dick chimes in and Bruce is D:< because his time with his babygirl has been infringed upon more than usual!? Unforgivable.

Only it is [forgivable] because Dick was helping Jason with an assignment for school. Or talking him through some social struggle he didn't want to come to Bruce with (because Bruce's solutions, while appreciated, are dramatically passionate and sometimes bring about more issues because Bruce has a Jason complex that's so big omg).

(Dick will develop a similar complex; it's how he'll bond with Bruce it's chill).

But yeah, Dick existing in the life of the Wayne household via phone. Bruce doesn't realize he's come to enjoy Dick's company until one day Jason isn't on the phone with Dick and Bruce asks after him and is disappointed when Jason says Dick is busy

And then Bruce catches himself and gets petulant, only Alfred totally caught him and, 'smugness is unbecoming, Alfred )<' while he leaves the room and promptly OTL because damn it.

In addition:

Years into their friendship/relationship, Jason works with Dick's parents to visit during Dick's birthday

Which gives Jason all sorts of butterflies, only not for the expected reasons. Like, yeah. He's excited to see Dick. More wonderful though? Dick's parents acknowledging him.

Which arguably they did a while ago, but to be invited by them personally to something is so important to him

And Bruce is sitting there, wondering if Jason is genuinely awestruck or dropping heavy-handed hints for Bruce to invite Dick to their home for Jason's birthday and Bruce straight up plays dumb about it

Also:

Dick visiting Jason during some downtime. A brief stint because he still has to train and work on new routines, but a solid week with spent visiting Jason and spending time with the family

Bruce stalking the halls in anticipation of catching Dick sneaking into Jason's room.

Alfred catches Bruce in the act and points out how the boys are staying in one of the lounges

To which Bruce sprints off down the staircase and crashes the sleepover and Jason is so indignant and embarrassed although Dick laughs and welcomes Bruce like it's nothing

Bruce being charmed left and right because Dick and him click somehow, some way. Alfred throwing out a choice comment about how daughters find loves like their fathers and Bruce is ;A; suddenly seeing all the ways Dick is like him ahahahaha

Also, typical coming-of-age story dramas:

Jason, distraught because Dick gets a girlfriend and she's actually wonderful fuuuuuuuuuck

Bruce, internally very smug, outwardly cooing at his babygirl because it's okay Bruce has got him it's okay jay bb

And like, let it be a legit relationship. It doesn't last, but post-breakup Jason drops everything to fly wherever and surprise his bestie

And Bruce is pissed because he isn't raising a rebound ):<

Which Jason flusters because that's not what this is about stop embarrassing him omg

[blogofahufflepuff]

Legacy of a Hufflepuff - Three: Honesty (Sebastian Sallow x f!Reader)

Summary: Fig warned you about telling others about your ability, but could you keep lying to the Slytherin boy?

Genre: fluff

Wordcount: 1350

Warnings: English isn´t my first language

This is a part of a series of one shots. I would recommend to read all of them but it can be read by itself, too.

Surprisingly, when the two of you had returned from Hogsmeade Sebastian let you off the hook. He even walked you back to your common room because that was how much of a gentleman he truly was. His words, not yours.

You were glad when he gave you time to gather your thoughts before telling him about everything, but you promised that you would meet up with him tomorrow.

The morning arrived faster than anticipated. You didn´t get much sleep but at least you didn’t have to worry about classes.

Both of you decided that you needed a little bit of privacy, so you wanted to meet at the boathouse. According to Sebastian, there wouldn’t be any students around in the morning and you trusted him with this assessment.

To your surprise, you didn’t arrive first, even though you arrived early.

You slowly approached him. He was sitting down, his legs dangling. Not quite reaching the water but dangerously close.

“Hey” you greeted awkwardly. The male turned slightly, so he would be able to see you. 

“Hey, come sit with me” he petted the space beside him and without any hesitation you sat down, letting your legs dangle as well. You thought you had been nervous before but right now your heart wanted to beat out of your chest.

You only hoped it wouldn’t be a mistake to trust him. Truth be told, you felt torn about this. On one hand, you couldn’t help but fear that you were involving Sebastian into something he shouldn’t take any part in but on the other hand, you wanted to be selfish and have someone to talk to, someone to discuss everything that was on your mind.

You haven’t seen Professor Fig ever since your first day at school at which he gave you the warning to not talk about what happened, which was exactly what you were about to do.

You appreciated Professor Fig but it felt a little lonely to carry this secret on your own, so was it really that bad to share it with someone?

“Do you want to start explaining or do you want me to start asking questions because I have a tone of those, I will let you know” Sebastian was the first to speak again. He didn’t look the least bit concerned.

That calmed you down.

“It´s a long story” you warned, a humorless chuckle spilling out of your mouth.

“I´ve got time” he assured.

And that’s how you took a deep breath and started to tell him everything.

You started from the beginning. The day you had gotten your Hogwarts letter and how you and your parents were concerned. You told him about Fig mentoring you and then about the day you were supposed to come to Hogwarts. You mentioned how you were accompanied by a member of the ministry who had a mysterious object with him which glowed – something only you were capable to see.

You explained how you were able to open the object and how the dragon attacked a moment later. Then you told him about the port-key, the ruins it took you to, Gringotts, the mysterious vault, the knights, the first time you could actually catalyze ancient magic and the arrival of Ranrok and his followers.

You didn’t know for how long you talked, all you knew was that your throat felt sore and your emotions rare when you finally finished your tale. Sebastian didn’t interrupt you once, only making affirming noises or nodding from time to time to show that you had his attention.

You were thankful for that.

“So, what do you think?” You ended your story with a question of your own. Admittedly, you couldn’t think of anything else to say after reliving all these horrible things that happened to you.

“I think I was right from the start. There is more to you than your humble Hufflepuff exterior” he joked, obviously trying to keep the mood light, “and this explains how you were able to beat me. I knew it wasn’t your first duel” his voice sounded almost exciting, making you laugh.

You didn’t notice it at that moment but upon hearing that noise his eyes shifted to your face, taking in the way you relaxed with delight. He thought you didn’t even notice but you were so tense while telling your story. The way your hands started to shake at a certain point and how your eyes seemed to look into the ocean as if you could see the horrors, you had met that day right in front of you. It almost made him worry.

It was a strong reaction, considering that you were only retelling but he understood. While his past definitely couldn’t keep up with yours in regard to adventure – he himself had to go through some traumatic experiences that to this day pulled at his heartstrings whenever he thought about them.

He hadn’t told you any of that yet – but just by looking at you right now, he felt like he could maybe trust someone else for once.

You might even be able to help him.

But before he would determine that, he had wanted to calm you and going by the small smile that played on your lips, he just achieved that.

When your eyes met, he smiled back, making you look down to your hands again. You might have shied away like always, but he could still tell that you seemed at little more at ease.

“Yeah, I lied about that. I also can´t deny that I was still a bit messed up after what happened that day before”

“Are you trying to tell me you won because of trauma?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Nothing is more motivational than thinking you are going to die” you replied quickly.

“I can’t argue with that.” He grinned, “this all is kind of crazy though, isn´t it? Do you know anything else about ancient magic and its… uses.”

You thought for a second before shaking your head. Upon seeing how his shoulders slightly slumped, you could tell that there was more behind that question than he was letting on but you didn’t ask.

“It´s all really new to me. Miriam, Professor Fig´s wife, actually tried to find out more but she died and even he doesn’t know how far she came with her research” you told him honestly.

“So there must be more to this. You said that ancient magic is a powerful form of magic, right? Who knows what you might be capable of when you put your mind to it” Sebastian´s voice held a determination that made it seem that he was already fully invested in whatever was going on with you. It was kind of reassuring but at the same time strange.

You didn’t exactly have any expectations for this conversation – you just hoped he wouldn’t kick you out of his life for being a freak, really – but his fast fascination with ancient magic felt suspicious.

Maybe you were just overly paranoid after everything, and it was just his thirst for knowledge. Sebastian read a lot and was interested in everything that had to do with magic, so it wasn’t that farfetched that he just wanted to learn more to satisfy his own curiosity.

“And just so you know, I won’t tell anyone. This is going to be our little secret” he put a finger to his lips to emphasize his words before he winked at you. It made you blush, forcing you to look away before he could catch your embarrassed expression.

“Oh, yeah. That’s good” you stuttered out a reply, your hand gripping at your ropes a little tighter than before.

That’s good? Why were you always so awkward?

This moment felt oddly intimate, leaving you flustered, and Sebastian amused as he could tell what his words did to you, even without having a good look on your face. You were so easy to throw off, it was impossible for him to not tease you from time to time.

He started to really like having you around.

[ouroboros-hideout]

2-6-15-27... Damn, I'd ask you every single one of them!!!!

Right? It´s really hard to choose. Anyway, you are in for a very long wall, my apologies KEK

2. Do they like each other's friends? Do their friends like them?

Since Mr. Worldwide probably has a lot of people he would call his friends but aren't known in canon I would say his friends are Jago, Bennett, Murphy, Yuri and all the other dogs in Barghest. Aon has no problem with any of them. She has a lot of fun teasing Jago because he always gets angry with her and doesn´t get that it´s just for fun. In that sense, Jago doesn't like Aon, but he appreciates her on a professional level, but tries to avoid her anyway lmao. As for Bennett, Murphy and the others, they all see eye to eye on a professional level. They are sort of “cool” with each other, but are sometimes a little annoyed by Aon's attitude that she takes too much out of herself and complains about the way of working or circumstances in Dogtown and makes “suggestions for improvement”.

On Aon's side there would be Anna, Gregori and Yakov (she is friends with all the other people “in her clan” aswell but those are her closest companions so I will keep it at them). Anna and Greg really like Kurt, even though they've only met him in person a few times (as of 2077). Kurt often asks Anna about Aon via txt message, what she likes, what gifts he could get her, things like that. The “relationship” that best describes the three of them would probably be: Aon likes Kurt, so we like him because they make each other happy and Kurt likes the other two because they mean a lot to Aon. Just mutual sympathy for each other.

Yakov hates Kurt for one simple reason: he is jealous. Kurt has and is many things that Yakov would like to have and be (he has made it far in the military, is in a leadership position, has prestige, money *cough* and Aon *cough*). Especially in the beginning, he always tried to convince her that she shouldn't trust him because he's a stranger and only wants to use her for his own purposes, etc. Whenever Kurt and Yakov meet, you can practically hear the air sizzling because Kurt naturally doesn't put up with his attitude and Yakov isn´t afraid to show off his dislike for him.

6. Do they have pet names for each other? Do they like them?

They have pet names for each other but not in a way of calling each other things like “darling” or “honey” or other cheesy stuff. The names they use for each other have a little backstory. Kurt is “Hound Dog” and Aon is “Wild Thing”. Their first real encounter takes place in Russia in Aon's mine and she's listening to music (she's really into music from the 60s - 80s. So 1960-1980, very retro by 2065). However, the song that is playing when Kurt comes in is “Hound Dog” by Elvis Presley and the last song before Aon turns off the radio is “Wild Thing” by The Troggs. The songs have stuck in each other's minds over the years and at some point they start using them as pet names. As they are not particularly catchy, they tend to use the names in the third person to point things out to the other. Something like: “The Hound Dog looks particularly good today”, or “It's only been two days but I really start to miss the Wild Thing.”

15. What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?

As for now I can only think of one thing. Don't know I see them as really “independent” (?) when it comes to something like this. Since they also don't live together and spend a lot of time without each other I don't think it carries over that much. However, one thing Kurt has adopted is Aon's morning ritual of going for a walk before she starts work. When she's not in Dogtown, he admittedly lets it slide a bit and doesn't do it every day, but he's quickly realized the benefits of some quiet time to decompress. Since Aon in Russia just has to go outside to find some peace in nature, they both usually go out into the badlands in NC (a walk through Dogtown is not really appealing lol). A bit of fresh air and peace away from the hustle and noise.

27. What interests do they share? For interests they don't share, do they ever participate anyway?

What they share:

Both are interested in music, different types of music but they quickly come to a similar conclusion. Aon loves everything from the 1960-1980s and modern music that has the same vibe. Collects vintage records and all that. I don't think the Balkan folk music thing that was planned for Kurt's funeral is just a funny easter egg, but that he's really interested in things like that. I hc that he's a sucker for other cultures and their customs etc so they have a theme here that they can build on together.

I also think Kurt is really into boxing. There are a few posters in the stadium about fights taking place and his initiation ritual for new recruits also gives me the vibe that he started boxing during his time in the military through training and has always pursued it as a hobby. Aon also learned a lot about close and unarmed combat during her time with the Nomads, so there's a common interest here too. In addition, both are naturally interested in all kinds of weapons and machines and can exchange thoughts about them. I can also imagine Kurt getting the opportunity to try his hands at forging a knife during one of his visits to Siberia. The result will be…not so great, but not bad for the first try. Aon will still make fun of it but of course keeps it because it is something special and has emotional value.

What they don´t share:

Besides music Aon is a sucker for old movies aswell. Action movies, old westerns, her favorites are Tarantino's works. Kurt gives me more of a “well-read” impression, as if he prefers to indulge in some form of entertainment, watching documentaries or something along those lines. But she doesn't give him much choice and they have a movie night every now and then. To begin with, he finds the exaggerated portrayals in the movies and the general plots ridiculous. He needs something closer to real life. Nevertheless, he enjoys the togetherness and can get something out of it.

I would say that the whole theme of throwing parties, hobnobbing with high society, etc. could be described as an interest of Kurt's, even if in a way it's just a lever for his business. Nevertheless, he enjoys it to the fullest. Aon thinks it's terrible. He really needed a lot of persuading to drag her along to a party at the Black Sapphire. She still thought it sucked because it's the world she grew up in and has no intention of going back there. But since she also understands the value of such an event and it is important to him that she is at least present, she comes along to his parties or other events he attends whenever the opportunity arises.

[a-n-n-04-blog]

Alone-ss

Lately, I am truly enjoying myself. I like eating alone, going to bed alone reading book until I fall asleep. I like the fact that there is no one in my space, I don't have to make way for anybody. I like having conversation in my head and seeing how grown up I have become.

Yet, there is some crack little moment I find myself looking at my phone hoping for a message, from anyone. But I know once I see any pop up SMS, I would ignore it for awhile before replying it. It is like, I am craving everyone attention, but also afraid of spending my time with them. Sound like a selfish prick isn' it? I use to think I need a boyfriend for that reason, but for all the boys I have met and dated before, I am truly traumatised. It is really not worth it to sacrifice my solitude and independence for someone' 2 second of affection. I think I always give too much and the more I give the less they return the favour. I lost myself in the relationship and they stop appreciating me. I can't do it anymore.

Apparently I am meeting the love of my life this month and he is not yet to show up. Some day I wonder. Some day I just give up. Some specific day, I look at the couples I know and wish I find a love like that. Why is it so easy for them?

[alarrytale]

Happy friday Marte! I was scrolling through random feeds on IG and suddenly there was a reel preview with Harry´s baby photo and logo of our most popular and known radio so I got curious what that was and so I clicked on that reel.

There were 2 radio presenters (woman and man) guessing who is that (literally Who is this world known singer?). While the man had no idea (he guessed Robbie Williams lol), the woman quessed it right after few seconds and when they found out it´s really him, they were suprised and then the man said "Well, he looks better wearing female dresses" and something like he´s suprised Harry´s not wearing clothes for girls from very young age.

Okay, one thing is that for me it´s kinda cringe when I see literally anyone mentioning Harry in my country. Not that I´m living on Mars but as much as I am experiencing everything connected to him (and Louis and 1D) only through tumblr and IG (aka following international pages) it always gets me that people know him in my country. Second thing is that it´s exactly the same as any radio/TV/media anywhere - those people actually have no clue who Harry is under the surface and they only know how he looks like, his most known singles (and that WS is about eating p*ssy), his fashion choices or his girlfriends. And so they only comment on these topics without any deeper level of thinking. I sent that reel to my cousin who is also larrie and she´s the only person I can personally talk about him while don´t have to explain anything. And while she shared the came cringe as I did, she also had a good point writing me "Do you know what is total cringe for me when I see somebody is talking about Harry in our country? That nobody cares about anything else that his date life. Not a single other mention than who he had dated or is currently dating."

And that´s why I´m writing you - not that it´s anything new in this fandom but it still kinda get me how much sex sells and most people don´t go under the surface of who is really his, nobody cares that much about his music or stories he´s telling us. Or if there isn´t this date life mention, then it´s always his fashion choices (aka what that male presenter said) again with any deeper thinking that he might be queer coding or what inspired his outfit - lol the other day I found in my gallery printscreen from one czech online tabloid from May 2019 (back in 2019 I didn´t care about him this much as I do now) after Met Gala with title "Harry, are you hiding some secrets about your sexuality? Harry Styles came to Met Gala in sheer blouse with ruffles and high heels". And coming back to the reel topic, that´s exactly why I don´t even like to talk about him with anyone else than my cousin or other larries because nobody can appreciate him that much as we do because we are the only ones who really cares about him. And while I´m happy I´m living in this larrie bubble and don´t want to share him with people who can´t appreciate him, I´m also incredibly sad how others view him - pretty face, sex god and womanizer who wears "weird" outfits to be more interesing than he is himself.

Hello and happy friday to you too!

Yeah, it gives you perspective doesn’t it! The image he's portraying to the gp is working, because they don't look further than the surface. It's sad for us who knows what's really behind the curtain, that he's not a caricature or who he shows himself to be. I can't talk about him to anyone other than fellow larries, because the gp only read magazines or tabloids mentioning him, and end up getting the wrong view of him. It's also so incredibly embarrasing sharing with others, gp friends or work colleagues, that your're a fan or either H or L. When i do, with L they are like 'the dude who got arrested and had a kid he never sees? Wth, marte, i'm judging you rn...', and with harry they're like 'the serial vs model dater who's a bad actor?' or 'the queerbaiter?'. It's exhausting. And i've now stopped defending them or admitting to still being a fan. It's sad.

I hope for an image rehab for the both of them so i can acknowledge being a fan of them again. Take notes, Santa Clause!

[marvelstars]

I honestly disagree, Filoni and Lucas belonging to different generations doesn´t have anything to do with their take on Star Wars or the Clone Wars themselves, sure as writers their background may inform some of their takes and dialogue but "The Clone Wars" as a series was written between both of them, the creative decision to make Ahsoka Anakin´s apprentice was both of their idea, as a way of having a character who received Anakin´s Jedi legacy, because Luke while he´s his Son, was mostly trained by Yoda and Obi-Wan while Ahsoka was trained by Anakin and her style of combat and reflective nature, because Anakin´s style as a teacher isn´t just about giving her orders but also argue between each other before coming to a decision as well as her combat experience came from being Anakin´s apprentice.

So most if not all of the character choices we see in the clone wars series has the approval of George Lucas. This positive view of Anakin isn´t something that only Filoni supports it´s also the view of Lucas himself.

The series was the tool Lucas used to complete the story of the prequel trilogy and to give Anakin story the parts missed between Episode II and Episode III because for Lucas Anakin story is a tragedy but for it to be truly appreciated it needs to be told not only the dark parts but also the lighter parts, the story of him as a truly heroic character who was known as the "Shield of the Republic"in the Mattew Stover ROTS novel,, who was Ahsoka´s master, Obi-Wan´s brother and Padmé dear husband without the clone wars, the story remains incomplete, you see the fall but you don´t see the entire journey that lead towards it.

Star Wars: The Clone Wars connects Episode II and III. As a TV series, it gives more depth and understanding about how Republic fell, and what a fantastic hero Anakin Skywalker was. We got so focused on him turning into Darth Vader that it's easy to forget that he was one of the biggest heroes of the entire Clone War. I think seeing him as a great Jedi Knight reminds you that before it gets dark and tragic, Star Wars is a fun adventure story, too."

Lucas view of Anakin was that of a fallen hero, he was a good man until he fell and became Vader, he was seduced by the darkside because he wanted to keep Padmé from dying at any cost as a consequence of being unable to save his mother, he also was a victim, who lost everything as a result of his actions but also who was able to come back to the light thanks to the compassion of his Son, which inspired him to show compassion once again and for the last time, leading him towards becoming the hero at the end of the story by saving the galaxy from the Empire and the Sith, Palpatine and himself included. That´s George Lucas view which Filoni shares and has added some of his pov.

I personally think Filoni is teasing Ghost Anakin appareance in the Ahsoka series, with his phrase "Anakin was the greastest Jedi" because as far as the galaxy knows, Anakin was the face of the Jedi during the war, he and Obi-Wan could acomplish real miracles and keep up the idea that they could overcome the clone wars given enough time. So Baylon, who is now a fallen Jedi in association with Thrawn is definitely aware Anakin became Vader and is going to use this fact to take Ahsoka out of balance, it´s even possible he believes Vader had the right idea by becoming rogue from the Jedi given he´s on the same path.

In some novels, Luke himself found a lot of people who either were saved by his father during the wars or respected his skills as a general this is bassically part of the reason why he thought his father could be brought back, because from Luke´s point of view someone who once cared so much about people, who had this goodness inside himself could not dissapear completely with the darkside and his main clue was that despite plenty of opportunities, his father keep refusing killing him and Luke himself didn´t want to either, despite the fact they were declared enemies on opposite sides of a war with only their blood link linking them, hence his words "You were ONCE Anakin Skywalker "my father" "You have only forgotten. For Luke Anakin is his father while Vader is the denial of who his father truly is.

So my two cents are that Filoni take on Star Wars has the approval of George Lucas and while his series is done now under the disney banner, I think he consulted Lucas to be able to bring his vision about the story of Ahsoka going forward and confronting the literal ghost of her dead master once again, I believe this will be the center of the series.

The fact that Dave Filoni called Anakin “the greatest Jedi ever” is proof that he’s bias AF. His anti-Jedi rhetoric is bupkis.

I wonder if he means "the greatest" in terms of in-universe fame...?

Dunno if this is the case in Canon (then again Dave Filoni blatantly ignores any *non-motion* transmedia elements in Canon so meh), but in Legends he's:

"Anakin Skywalker, the Hero with no Fear™, handsome, dashing, the face of the Republic's army during the Clone War, the only Jedi who tried to resist the nefarious Order's coup and was treacherously murdered for it".

And I seem to remember that, in Canon, he's like the Jedi Temple's superstar anyway, every Jedi recognizes him on sight. I mean, that line from Baylon about "Anakin speaking highly of Ahsoka" must have some meaning beyond artificial personal stakes.

So from a fame and a "power level" standpoint... sure.

He's the greatest.

I'm giving Filoni the benefit of the doubt.

While I've talked about why Filoni's entire headcanon about the Jedi doesn't track with what George Lucas' intended narrative, I think it's worth acknowledging that Filoni's bias comes from part of his duties while directing The Clone Wars was.

One of the goals of TCW was humanizing Anakin, expanding upon his character make him go from "a character whose only purposes is to embody the themes presented in three movies based on the matinee serial format" to a relatable person, a good man, the hero Ben mentions to Luke in A New Hope.

I think it's normal that he'll see Anakin in a more positive light.

Also (and full disclosure this is just me theorizing I am no authority on any of this so if turns out I'm wrong just come right out and say so)...

I'm pretty sure that Filoni, Lesley Headland and most of the recent Star Wars authors are all Gen X, raised by baby boomers forced to conform to society, obey authority and have proper decorum (boys don't cry!) all of which they strove to rebel against. Add to that the corruption they witnessed growing up and coming out of high school, and you see a kind of jadedness emerge. "The rules aren't as black and white, the world is grey."

So while most of them and the boomers despised the Prequels upon release, a few of them projected a more individualistic headcanon onto those movies that fit with where their head was, at the time.

As such: Anakin isn't interpreted by them as a cautionary tale about what happens when you're greedy. He's a misunderstood rebel, a non-conformist who has his flaws but is ultimately good at heart. Which isn't entirely inaccurate, but it is very clearly an embellishment of a character who will one day become a space nazi.

The fact is... the Prequels were made by a boomer. One with very liberal values and who was himself a rebel, but a boomer all the same. The whole point of his story is...

"we all must come together and fight as one, if push comes to shove; we must all be compassionate and selfless if we are to survive; don't be greedy, let people go when it's their time to leave".

And then he makes the Jedi say that, making them beacons of truth and good and compassion in his fairy tale, now aimed at Gen Z kids.

Gen X-ers hear/read that and project all the boomer BS they had been told onto the Jedi...

"oh, so the Jedi are saying you shouldn't love yourself, you shouldn't be yourself, you should give up on what makes you an individual to fit in, you shouldn't feel any emotions"

Because nobody is that good, realistically, right?

This happened in other mediums. The one that comes to mind on the spot is the relationship between Mufasa and Scar.

In The Lion King, Mufasa is strong and noble, Scar is weak and conniving. Simple enough. Around that same time, in A Tale of Two Brothers, young Mufasa is shown to be pretty nice with Taka (Scar), who is framed as a spoiled brat to begin with.

Skip to the 2019 remake, and it's hinted Mufasa gave Scar his wound, and in The Lion Guard they explain that Scar got his nickname from Mufasa mocking him for a misadventure.

He went from being a noble king to a bully who had it coming, Scar is an underdog who got picked on. Because again: nobody is that pure, right? Fairytales be-damned.

Nothing is black and white, it's all grey.

So yeah, long story short I do think that Filoni being part of the generation that wasn't the target demographic but was old enough to retcon the crap out of the Prequels also plays a role into his view of Anakin.

[bbyquokka]

Teach me •°. *࿐

➥ pairing: Lee Minho x fem!reader

➥ genre: fluff, smut. MDNI

➥ synopsis: your parents want to meet Minho, however they speak English. You decide to teach minho to lessen his anxieties when one thing leads to another

➥ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral [f received], clit play, explicit language pet names [babe, kitten, love], anxiety, grinding, rutting, nipple play

➥ words: 1.8k

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"Babe, I don't know about this." Minho chews his bottom lip nervously.

"Don't worry, baby. You'll be fine, I promise you." You sat next to Minho on the sofa. The TV playing in the background. Minho was watching a cooking show to get new ideas whilst you were speaking to your parents.

You and Minho are a fresh couple, having only been together for 4 months, however, it felt longer with the way you both instantly connected. Your parents are eager to meet Minho, the only problem being that they speak English.

"You know I'm not super confident in speaking English, love. What if I fuck up or say something wrong without meaning to?"

"They understand, lino. My parents are down to earth people. They understand that English isn't your first language so of course there's going to be bumps along the way." You placed a hand on Minho's thigh, stroking it gently to reassure him.

"(Y/N) I don't know. Just, let me think about it, okay?" You furrowed your brows together.

"What is there to think about? I told you, you'll be okay. Trust me." Minho let out a frustrated sigh, turning the tv off before standing up off the sofa.

"It's not about trusting you, it's about my abilities. I'm not confident enough to speak English openly."

"You do with Chan and Felix."

"That's because they understand English well enough, especially Felix seeing as it's his mother tongue." You sighed softly feeling Minho's frustrations as well as his anxiety

"I'll be there with you, lino. Every step of the way. As I said, my family are understanding people so you have nothing to worry about."

"You don't understand. I wouldn't expect you to understand." Minho mumbled. You ignored him, refusing to make a remark as you saw that he was frustrated. "I'm going to take a walk, clear my head."

You nodded and hummed as Minho left the building. You sighed softly, leaning back against the sofa. You understand Minho's frustration. It's not easy speaking a language you're not so used to.

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An hour later, Minho came home from his walk. You learnt that when Minho gets like this, it's best to leave him be – he will come back regardless. Hanging his coat up and placing his shoes neatly next to yours, he walked to the living area, expecting you to be there.

"(Y/N)?!" He called out.

"I'm in the office." Minho walked to the office, opening the door slowly. You was sat on the floor, arts and crafts scattered around you

"Hey baby." Minho whispered, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt guilty for projecting his frustrations onto you. He knew you were only trying to help him.

"Hey love. Nice walk?" You looked up at him, your eyes following him as he sat beside you.

"Uh, yeah. Look, I'm sorry about that. I know you were only trying to help me. I'm just worried and anxious. I want to make a good first impression for your family, so I feel pressured." You placed a reassuring hand on Minho, smiling lovingly at him

"It's okay baby. I understand." Minho nodded before looking around the room

"What are you doing?"

"Making flashcards."

"Why?"

"Well, to help you learn English of course! I thought, why don't I teach you English. We go see my family in a few days so we have some time. I thought I could teach you a few of the basics."

"Okay, that sounds like fun, kitten!"

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"(Y/N)! this isn't working. I don't remember anything plus it's too complicated." Minho groaned, kicking his head back as he ran his fingers through his silky hair. "There's too many meanings for the same words!"

"You're doing great, baby! It doesn't have to be perfect!"

"But I want it to be perfect! You mean so much to me that I want to make a good first impression to your parents." Minho's bottom lip quivered, tears filling his honey eyes making them glossy. You cooed softly, placing down the flashcard by your side.

You crawled over to Minho, straddling his lap. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"My sweet sweet baby. Don't cry. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. My parents will love you regardless of your English skills. You know why?" Minho shook his head no "because they will see how much you love and adore me

You wrapped your arms around Minho's neck as he held onto your hips gently. "You'll be fine, baby." You whispered before kissing him gently. The kiss was slow and passionate, lips moving in perfect harmony with each other. Minho stroked your waist gently, a soft hum ripped from his chest to the back of his throat.

Minho deepened the kiss, his tongue licking your lower lip wanting permission. You gladly granted it by parting your lips. His tongue snaked its way inside your mouth, meeting your own tongue.

The wet muscles battled for dominance, a soft whine escaped your lips in which Minho swallowed it up. Saliva pooled at the corner of your lips, fingers tangled in Minho's silky hair as your body slowly started to heat up, lust pooling at your core.

"Maybe we need a different teaching method." Minho whispered against your lips, smirking slightly.

"Oh really? Like what?" You asked breathlessly.

"Stimulation." Minho pulled your hips towards him so you were sitting on his hard cock. You hummed softly, slowly rocking your hips back and forth. Minho grunted at the friction, his grip tightening on your hips.

You stripped yourself of your t-shirt, Minho skilfully unclasping your bra from behind, letting it fall down your arms and onto the floor. Minho hummed and licked his lips at the sight of your exposed breasts

"Beautiful." He mumbled before leaning in, capturing your hardened nipple in his mouth. You groaned softly, his tongue flat against your bud as he licked. He sucked and kissed your sensitive nipple, occasionally capturing it between his teeth.

You groaned softly, pleasure pooling in the pit of your stomach. You moved your hips fast, grinding down harder on Minho. He groaned against your breasts, squeezing your hips roughly in his hands.

Gently placing you down on the floor, he knelt between your legs, lifting his t-shirt up and over his head. You hummed at the sight of his toned body, squealing softly as he stripped you of the rest of your clothing before doing the same to himself.

He hooked your legs over his arms, bringing your cunt closer to his face. He hummed in contentment, licking his lips as he saw your slick coating your pussy.

"You're so wet and it's all for me?' He spoke, this time, in English. You lifted yourself up, resting your weight on your forearms as you looked down at him

"Always baby." You purred. His tongue licked your entrance, collecting your essence on his tongue before licking a long, wet strip up to your clit. He circled his tongue around the sensitive bud, alternating between clockwise and anticlockwise. You kicked your head back, groaning softly at the feeling.

"L-Lino." Your thighs shaking, daring to close around Minho's head. His tongue went back to your entrance whilst his thumb pressed against your clit firmly as he rubbed fast circles

You bucked your hips against his face, ultimately riding it. Your slick coating his chin as he lapped at your essence. You gripped onto his hair, tugging at the roots as soft moans left your lips, eyes closing slowly.

"I love the way you taste, babe. So sweet and delicious." You whimpered, Minho's words ringing in your ears.

"I don't think you need any practice, lino." Minho looked up at you through his lashes, mouth preoccupied with your cunt. "You're really good at English! Why do you think you need practice??"

Minho pulled away before leaning over you. You rested your head back on the floor as Minho rested on his forearms beside your head. Your slick coated his lips and chin, a devilish look in his eyes.

"To freshen up. As I said, I want to make a good impression on your parents, kitten. I think this is a perfect opportunity to learn, don't you?" He smirked, reaching down between your body's to grab his hard cock. He stroked himself a couple times, groaning at the pleasure before pushing his tip inside your entrance.

"And this is a way of you learning and remembering?" Minho nodded, the smirk still plastered across his face "How?"

"Because, kitten–" Minho paused as he pushed his length deep inside, bottoming out. You groaned at the feeling of fullness, hands reaching up to grip Minho's biceps "Every time I speak English, I will always remember this scene. it'll spur me on even more."

You swallowed at his words. You know Minho understood English and could speak it, even though it was broken at times, but you didn't think he was this good. The way he was acting before, being all frustrated and anxiety ridden, made you believe he had little to no knowledge about English.

Minho thrusted fast and powerful in you, your cunt clenching and welcoming him. Your walls felt warm and wet around Minho's cock. The sides of his cock stroking your walls with each thrust. You opened your legs wider, planting your feet firmly on the floor as you bent your legs at the knees.

Your body tingled with pleasure. You felt it coursing through your veins and into your bloodstream. Minho's cock was hitting the deepest parts of you, making you feel dizzy with lust. Your body jolted with each smack of Minho's hips, a look of satisfaction plastered on his face as he looked down at you.

"Such a cute, little kitten. Behaving so well for me." He cooed. You replied with nothing but a loud moan, gripping his biceps. You felt them tensing beneath your fingers. Minho's lips found the skin of your neck, sucking harshly to create deep purple marks. The taste of salt faint on his lips due to your body coating in a thin layer of sweat.

"S-So good. You feel so good inside me, lino." You whimpered in Korean. Minho smirked against your neck before lifting himself up onto his knees.

You maintained eye contact on his as he ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, pushing it back to expose his forehead. He grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing them against your chest as your lower half raised up off the floor slightly.

The new position allowed Minho to drive his cock deeper inside you, hitting your g-spot at full force. You withered beneath him, hands flailing around to grip onto something. You pressed your lips in a thin line as Minho shook his head slowly as he tuts, smirking.

"Nuh-uh babe. English only, remember? it's important that I practise."

[rebelwrites]

Rumour Has It

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Maybe Summer Doesn’t Have To End

Summary: The aftermath of being papped and seeing what the fans are saying.

Warnings: smoking, body issues

A/N Kept this shorter as didn’t want to take away from the moment

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Ever since the girls flew home you had hardly been on social media, in fact you only really used your phone to check in with Rena and take pictures. You want to live in the moment making memories rather than hide behind the screen. It had been a nice break seeing as your phone was normally glued to your hand. You had posted a couple of photos of the scenery but that was it.

Seeing Rena’s face pop up on the screen made you panic, she always texted but never called. Accepting the incoming facetime you propped your phone up on the dresser smiling at her as you grabbed your makeup bag.

“Hey.” you smiled.

“How are you so calm?” she asked, eyes wide at your chilled out state.

“I feel like you had part of this conversation without me.” you laughed, raising your brow at her. “You are going to have to elaborate for me sis.”

Her expression changed from shocked to excited to confused in a matter of seconds.

“Okay,” she breathed, running her hand over her face before she grabbed her ipad, spinning it around so you could see the screen. Squinting at your phone you still couldn’t see what she was showing you. “You are all over instagram and TikTok.”

Her statement caused you to freeze. You had so many questions, you hadn’t posted anything about you and Charles on any of your social media platforms.

Rena could see the confusion radiating off you causing her to smirk. “Someone has put your scenery pics together with Charles’ and the whole fanbase has gone into detective mode.” she laughed, throwing her ipad onto the bed. “Then last night someone spotted you and Charles together, when you were on the beach and the internet has blown up. A lot of the titles are rumours.”

Taking a breath you took a moment to process the information you had been given. You never really thought about that side of having a fling with Charles, even though it was bound to happen eventually.

Your head started to spin as Rena kept saying all the headlines and comments she had found. Dropping your makeup brush on the counter you spotted a crumpled cigarette packet sticking out of your makeup bag, reaching for the cardboard you flipped the lid up finding one cigarette laying in the carton, albeit a little crushed. Silently you picked your phone up along with the cigarette, completely zoned out on what your older sister was telling you as you fumbled around looking for a lighter, it didn’t take long for you to find one and quickly slip out onto the balcony.

“What am I going to do Rena?” You sighed, lighting the cigarette taking a long drag. “I got a call yesterday morning from Ferrari for a phone interview whilst we were at his mums.” Taking another drag of the cig you exhaled watching the smoke dance in the light breeze. “Char doesn’t know I applied for the job let alone got a phone interview. What if he thinks I’m just using him to get the position?”

“You need to speak to him.” She hummed, trying to calm you down.

“I can’t Re, especially if I don’t get the job then I’m getting both of our hopes up.” You whispered, taking another drag of the smoke. The tears that you tried to hold back spilled over your lash line, rolling down your cheeks. “I’m not cut out for this, I’m just a normal girl from the UK.”

That’s when you made the fatal mistake of swiping up on your screen causing Rena’s face to shrink to the top corner of the page. You instantly went onto Instagram seeing your followers had shot up. Ignoring the number you went onto your notifications scanning through some of the comments on your older photos.

Who is she?

Where did she come from?

You aren’t good enough for Charles.

It’s weird seeing him with someone that isn’t a model.

More tears rolled down your cheeks as you swapped onto Charles’ page, reading the same sort of comments along with plenty of nice comments.

You needed to see the photo that had been circulating the internet so you swapped onto google and searched Charles name and soon enough a picture of the two of you wrapped up in each other’s arms appeared on your screen. You couldn’t see your face that well in the picture but what you could see was exactly how Charles looked at you, which settled your racing heart a little.

“You’re reading the comments aren’t you?” Rena sighed, running her hand over her face. “Look you just gotta try your best to ignore them okay.”

“Easier said than done,” you sniffled, clicking on your sister's face making it go full screen again. “It just brings back memories of him. You know how bad he tore me down, especially about how I looked.”

“But he was a complete jackass, Charles isn’t like him. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” Rena said softly. “You know I don’t believe in soul mates but when I look at you and Charles that all changes. You two are meant to be together.”

Letting out a heavy breath you hummed. “Yeah but we only have a week left together.”

“Who says you only have a week? Yes I know you two were having a bit of fun over his summer break but it’s evolved from that now.” Rena smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “If it’s meant to be, which I think this is the real deal, then you two will make it work once the season kicks off again.”

Before you could speak you heard the sliding door open signalling that Charles was coming out. Glancing over your shoulder you saw he was holding two mugs in his hand.

“I will leave you two to talk.” Rena said softly. “Things will be okay, promise.”

Charles placed the mugs on the table before wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “You’ve been crying.” He whispered, squeezing you tight before moving to crouch in front of you. “Talk to me.”

“I wasn’t built for this life, Char.” You whispered, tears once again threatening to fall. “We got papped yesterday and your fans have figured out something is going on.” You breathed, playing with Charles’ fingers. “Some of the comments.” You said trailing off. “What are people going to say when I fly home at the end of the week?”

You couldn’t hold the tears back anymore as you started to sob as your insecurities took hold. Charles instantly pulled you against his chest, running his hand up and down you back trying to soothe you.

“People are going to think I used you for fame or to better my life. I applied for a job before we came away, don’t know if I will get it but I don’t want you to think I used you to get it.” You sobbed, clutching the material of his hoodie.

“S'il te plait ne pleure pas mon ange. Please don't cry, angel.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Everything is going to be okay, I promise.” His voice was quiet as he spoke, the sound of your sobs tugging at his heart.

The soft sound of his voice was like a comfort blanket as he quietly sang something in French. You knew what he was doing, he was trying to distract you from the world of social media and it was working. Once he was happy that your crying had stopped he pulled away allowing him to see your face, his fingers gently wiping away your tears.

“What’s the job you applied for?” He hummed, brushing his fingers through your hair.

“I don’t want to say in case I don’t get it.” You said quietly, your voice still shaky as you spoke. “But it’s always been my dream to work with this company.”

“You need to have faith in yourself,” Charles grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You will get it, I know you will.”

A comfortable silence washed over the pair of you as Charles moved you onto the outdoor sofa, before moving the coffees and climbing behind you so you were now sitting in between his legs.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, holding the mug in your hands. You felt extremely vulnerable right now and slightly embarrassed that you let yourself get into a state. “For getting myself worked up.”

“Sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Charles whispered, pressing another kiss to the back of your head. “I know how hard it can be to not let the comments get to you.” He hummed, pausing to try and find the right words. “People are just jealous of what you have, jealous of your beauty.”

His words brought more tears to your eyes, your heart fluttered as he spoke. For years you spent being degraded and beaten down so this was a foreign feeling.

“Je n'ai jamais rencontré quelqu'un de plus beau.” He breathed against your ear, his lips brushing against your skin causing you to shiver. “I have never met anyone more beautiful,” he repeated, running his fingers down your arm. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.” You nodded, finding a smile creeping on your face. “It’s crazy I’ve never felt like this with anyone, especially not this quickly.”

“I want to put a post on Instagram.” He breathed, his fingers still dancing across your skin. “With your permission of course. I know this was meant to be a fling but maybe it doesn’t have to be, maybe we can make it work.”

Taking a deep breath you nodded. “Do the post.”

Charles pulled his phone out of his pocket, opening up the camera and hit record.

“I’ve seen the comments regarding the recent pictures that have emerged about me and a special lady in my life. Some of them are disgusting. You need to remember people have feelings too, your words can affect them in ways you wouldn’t know.” He said, adjusting the grip on his phone. “Faites de meilleures personnes, soyez gentil et réfléchissez avant de parler. Do better people, be kind and think before you speak.”

Glancing over your shoulder you saw him snap a selfie with a huge grin on his face before lowering his phone, tapping away at the screen and moments later your phone buzzed signalling the notification of him posting. Instantly you felt your cheeks heat up as you never told him you have notifications turned on for when he posted.

“You are so fucking cute.” He hummed, wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

Picking your phone up you went onto his page to see what he had posted. The image of his smiling face appeared on your screen. Hitting the translate button on the caption your heart skipped a beat.

Elle me rend si heureux

She makes me this happy

“Char,” you breathed, spinning around so you were facing him, resting your hands on his cheeks. “I don’t want this to end.”

“Neither do I darling,” he breathed, leaning forward resting his forehead against yours. “But maybe it doesn’t have to end, let’s not stress about the future right now I just want to focus on this moment.

Without saying a word you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips against his in a kiss that pretty much stopped your heart, sending shocks of electricity through your skin.

The comments and the fear of being papped are a distant memory.

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[dangerouslyknown]

Scenario: How the Admirals realized they are in love with you + Confession

Borsalino / Kizaru

You weren´t quite friends with him, but:

You´ve had this habit of eating lunch together every day. You sit, eat, chat and it has become the highlight of the day for both of you. This has been going on for some years. By the same table there usually sits other Marines too, like Sakazuki, Garp, Kuzan and Sengoku but you always sat face to face with Borsalino.

One day however, he couldn´t make it to be there for the lunch break because he had an important mission elsewhere.

It doesn´t seem like a big deal to miss it once, but this actually made him realize how much he enjoyed spending time with you.

He hasn´t thought about it that much, but he has been having a crush on you for a while now...

As his mind went trough all these thoughts, the realization hit him even harder. He was falling for you. It wasn´t a small crush anymore...

Now that he has realized he loves you he really wants to let you know that. He will try his best to be back from the mission as soon as possible, preferably on the same day.

You will hear a knock on your door and he is standing there, apologizing and inviting you to eat dinner with him because he skipped lunch. He looked almost serious!

He had a paper bag and there was two instant noodle cups, one for each of you. He had them already ready so you can quickly grab them and eat.

As you two sat down to eat, he didn´t chat like he usually would. He just stared at you while you slurped your noodles.

Suddenly he smiles widely, squinting his eyes and his dragged, pleasant tone pronounces:

"Today I realized that I am in love with you"

Sakazuki / Akainu

You have been friends with him for a long time and you care for each other deeply, even if he isn´t the most affectionate type. (Well let´s be honest, he hardly shows any affection, but he has his ways)

You could even say that you two were `best friends` and you regularly visited the Marine HQ´s to see him (Or if you are a Marine yourself, you took some time off to visit him throughout the day)

At first he was super annoyed that you bothered him when he was working, but overtime he learned to appreciate your company. Sometimes you didn´t even say anything, you just chilled there with him.

One day when was working overtime... He was extremely stressed with work, because it has been a rough week. You were with him earlier that day, but of course you couldn´t hangout with him all day. You had responsibilities too.

You knew that he was working overtime today, so you decided to make a surprise visit to him.

You slid the door open and he looked at you with a very surprised look on his face. He wasn´t expecting anyone to come to his room without knocking and when it was this late.

You entered and placed something on his desk. You brought him a lunchbox with sandwhiches and a brand new cigar packet. His eyes widened and he looked at you.

That was when he realized how precious you are to him. His face might not look like it but his heart is literally squeezing in happiness. He is falling for you...

He doesn´t reveal his feelings right away. He just thanks you and gives you a slight smile (And seeing him smile is VERY RARE!)

He takes his time to process his feelings and much later, probably talking about months later, he decided to reveal his feelings for you. He had bought some flowers and he wrote a card.

One day he was waiting for you to visit him like you usually do, but for your surprise, when you entered, he stood up and handed you the flowers. You looked at the flowers, and noticed the card. The text on the card reads:

"I might be in love with you..." (with hearts drawn around the text)

Kuzan / Aokiji

You and him probably are not the closest with each other. It´s not that he doesn´t like you, you two just never got the chance to befriend each other better, if ya get what I mean.

He is probably physically attracted to you from the moment he first saw you and he has been asking you on a date multiple times, but that´s pretty much it.

You didn´t go on a date with him so he basically gave up the idea.

However, as time passed, something brought you closer to each other. You started to see each other more and spend more time together... It all just kind of happened.

You got to know him better and he got to know you better. You had endless conservations with each other while he was skiving off his work.

A certain incident happened however. Sakazuki became the Fleet Admiral and Kuzan left the navy. You didn´t see each other that much anymore...

When you were seperated, it made him feel insurmountable sadness because he missed you. Then he realized that he had a deeper emotional connection with you. His physichal attraction had evolved to romantic attraction. He loved you. He wanted to see you. He wanted to spend time with you.

He sailed over many seas, having this empty feeling in his heart until he finally couldn´t bare it anymore.

He searched for you. He wanted to see you at least one more time and one night you were sitting by the sea, watching the stars. You notice something in the horizon. It is someone riding a bicycle.. on water? As the figure came closer, you realized who it was.

He reached you and your reunition was beautiful. He hugged you tight and whispered in your ear:

"I never want to be seperated from you again. I love you"

Issho / Fujitora

You were friends. Usually, at least once a week, you sat down with him somewhere to talk.

Your topics were always random, but every time there was one thing he asked. He asked you to describe something beautiful you have seen to him. He enjoyed listening your describions.

You continued to meet with him weekly for months, then years. The meetings became more frequent too. Over time, his feelings for you grew...

He really enjoyed spending time with you and it seemed like you would never run out of topics to discuss or things to describe to him.

One beautiful evening, you were sitting somewhere outside. Once again, he asked you to describe something beautiful you have seen recently. You started to describe him how the sun setting right now was beautiful. You tried your best to describe the colors, but it was difficult.

He smiled as he listened to you and then he hit you with a question which you did not expect. He asked you to describe your face.

As you started to describe yourself, trying to remember how you looked because for some reason your mind went blank and you had a hard time remembering the sight you saw in the mirror.

His smile grew wider every moment and he finally cups your face and says:

"I wish I wouldn´t have blinded myself. I want to see the person I am so deeply in love with..."

[yandere-daze]

Hello I've been seeing your blog and I think they're really great!!! Also can I request headcannons about mayoi and arashi having a soulmate who isn't that much showy when it comes to affection and stuff because they're too shy to show them or tell them how much they love them? If it's okay though.. Also take care of yourself and have a great day!!!! <3

Thank you so much for reading my works and enjoying them ☺️ This is a pretty late answer but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

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tw brief mention of Mayoi having self-doubts

Arashi with an s/o that isn´t very showy with their affection due to being shy

Arashi is a very affectionate person herself but she honestly finds your shyness very cute! She most definitely cooed the first time you nervously admitted just how much you like her because it´s a very rare thing for you to do so freely and it´s a precious memory that will always stay in her mind

To her, there´s just no person in the world that is more adorable than her s/o!

Of course she would enjoy it a lot if you were a bit more open about your affection ( because she would just looove to cuddle with you, hold your hand in public and kiss you on your cheek as a greeting) but she also understands that everyone has different boundaries and she would never push you to say or do anything that you feel uncomfortable with

But even though you usually don´t offer up grand displays of affection or anything like that, Arashi knows that you really do love her a lot, just from all the simple little things you do for her and with how you fuss over her whenever she has been working a bit too much again or when she tries to do everything on her own

It´s very heartwarming for her to have someone that cares so much about her and her well-being and it honestly almost makes her tear up from time to time

Arashi would be very ecstatic if you gave her permission to be as affectionate with you as she wants though! She wants nothing more than to spoil you and make up for all that you´ve done for her!

Mayoi with an s/o that isn´t very showy with their affection due to being shy

Oh, so you´re just the same! Mayoi usually also is very shy when it comes to showing his love and appreciation for you so he would instinctively be able to understand you and your own hesitation in that regard

He´s always a bit nervous whenever you´re around, simply because his heart is doing summersaults as soon as he sees you walking towards him. There´s this brimming happiness inside him that he just can´t quell ( not that he wants to anyway)

Due to his self-doubts, Mayoi might sometimes jump to conclusions and think that you not wanting to hold his hand might mean that you don´t like him as much as he does you even though he knows better than that, but as soon as he looks into your beautiful eyes and sees the fond glimmer to them, his worries are easily put to rest

Mayoi just feels so safe and comfortable around you, something he rarely does, so he doesn´t think your relationship needs to be all flashy and full of passionate declarations of love for you both to know that you love and care deeply for each other

If you do initiate physical contact though, Mayoi would probably become very flustered, heat rushing to his cheeks but a happy smile spreading across his face

Very shyly, and with both of you probably not meeting each other´s eyes due to your embarrassment, he takes your hand and marvels at how nice they fit together

It´s a very soft moment, and one Mayoi definitely could get used to, he thinks

[trutrustories]

Bad fighter Mobius M. Mobius is the best kind of Mobius M. Mobius, Actually.

I already loved Mobius more than most of the MCU characters before episode 6 came out, but THAT scene in Ravonna´s Office was really game changer for me. Until then I was actually sure, that this man is a great fighter. Because HOW THE FUCK COULD HE NOT BE, RIGHT? I mean...

he looks so sure of himself, He´s going on those missions with trained hunters all the time, he´s fearless! And then Ravonna says: “even with that, you´re of no danger to me” And I was like: Ha! keep dreaming girl He´ll show you! And Mobius was like: “Is that what you think? Let´s see..” And I was like: Yeeees that´s my boyyyyy!!!”

And then Ravonna was like...

Mobius in the air in like a split of second. And I was like 

But Mobius freaking smiled and was like: “Yeah you were right”

ok. OK. HE´S MY FUCKING FAVOURITE NOW. THERE IS NO ONE BETTER THEN HIM SORRY.  Suddenly I was lost. I was blown away. It was HE BETTER STAYS IN MCU FOREVER OR I WILL SCREAM type of feeling. So let me get this straight. He can´t fight. He probably knows that he is not a good fighter, and he...  HOLY SHIT. THE WHOLE SERIES IS SO MUCH BETTER!!! .... As much as I love the idea of strong Mobius with long hair and daggers, looking for Loki through entire universe… I´m not sure, if I really want to see that in canon. I just love this cute and non-combatant version of Mobius too much, I´m sorry! Let me explain my weird brain please: we have lots of strong heroes in MCU – those who are great fighters, or those who had to learn how to fight.   The one thing I always loved about Iron man was the fact, that he really needed his brilliant brain, his technology (suit) and bravery to fight. And in the end he was the hero who saved them all. I mean… yeah. There are side-kicks, like Happy Hogan, or Luis (Ant man´s best friend) and I LOVE them! But none of them has got as much screen time and importance, as Mobius. When I think about what I love so much about him and his dynamic with Loki, there is always this one thing that prevails: one of them is an incredibly strong but also very careful god (not when he´s drunk though) who uses a lots of strategies and plans, while the other is a tiny man in a suit who can´t fight shit but runs into the throat of a danger every chance he get and no one can´t stop him. just look at him!!!

He goes on missions with these trained hunters to just look around for clues and has no concerns about potentional harm whatsoever.

And he even finds the time to stand up for normal people and be kind to them in the process:

Once Loki has no collar, on his neck he could break all Mobius´s limbs in a matter of seconds if he wanted to, but Mobius is completely sure he has nothing to worry about around his Loki. He´s not scared of ANYTHING, especially  of Loki variants. Like EVER! :D

let me break it down in detail for ya. I made a list: When they are taking Loki on his first mission outside, Loki asks, if no one is concerned that he is going to has his magic back...

well, maybe someone actually is concerned by that but it sure as hell isn´t Mobius. He just simply says that he could get Loki to Time keepers if he won´t try anything and like... this one line is getting on Loki so much, that Loki even tries to use it few moments latter xD And here is the best scene ever: 

LOKI: “we can go anywhere!” 

MOBIUS: “I´m not taking you for a stroll along the promenade, much less an apocalypse” FEW MOMENTS LATTER:

Hang on. Wait. So you telling me, he took this man outside without  permission, without backup (you know, hunters, that actually CAN fight), right to the apocalypse, knowing that Loki can use his powers anytime, however he wants.  It´s just...  God. I love him!!! And then he just hands him the daggers like it´s no big deal!

Like are we all aware this man has no any super powers, no big strength, nor any impressive fighting skills and he is willing to give him daggers for a mission, where this god is capable of magic and everyone else in team ECCEPT mobius is at least able to fight????? And he just has that small bulletproof vest,  and a raincoat and he chats with Loki in a rain like it was a fucking another apocalyptic DATE?

Ok. Let´s jump to the episode four He goes and persuades Ravonna to let him interrogate Sylvie and he is straight up arguing with her, even when he´s told how dangerous Sylvie is. This man LOVES danger!!! 

Once he has doubts he  decides to risk it all and  swaps TemPads right behind Ravonnas back. 

And he is watching it OUT LOUD in a place where anyone can show up at anytime! 

no but serously. This is a face of a man who is EXCITED for a dangerous adventures with Loki. Yeah, lets bring this whole place down together! 

And then we have this scene. Mobius really has a nerves to pull “ ha ha I had to take it by mistake” line right there. 

But once he understand he´s gonna die, he just take his fate with bravery and talks to Ravonna about life he really desires. 

And remember that time Ravonna warned him about this variant and how dangerous she is?  He casually saves her, just like that. No big deal. 

He even has a time to make teasing notes about how  Sylvie should be more careful jumping to a strangers car like that and how she really is one of the Lokis. 

And after he saves her, he manage to apologize to her  and make her to like him. EVERY FREAKING LOKI LIKES HIM! - that has to be his super power I swear And then Sylvie is like: well actually let´s go back there, I think It´s the best idea ever.  And mobius is like:  What back to the angry cloud? - oh great. fuck this why the hell not. Lets do it. 

so... while Loki and Sylvie are getting closer, lets show us, how literally every Loki likes Mobius (like not even alligator loki wants to hurt him, even when Mobius suggests that he is a liar I CAN´T) And just random (AGAIN) during the chat  saving Loki and Sylvie (without even knowing) when he inspires Classic Loki to change. 

He offers free tickets straght to the TVA to kid Loki, classic Loki and an alligator. I mean... What a LEGEND. 

when he gets there he just knock on Ravonna´s door and is like - lets talk about it xDD

And he isn´t even suprised to lose that fight. He makes himself comfortable on the floor: yeah you were right. Here we go again. Just prune me already, doesn´t matter, I have my Lokis there anyway.

But make no mistake, I don´t think he is stupid, or naive. That is the most fascinating thing about him.  He is brilliant. He can makes great plans (it surely as hell was him, who come up with the high school scheme) He is a great  investigator, he  is familiar with psychology very well, he know how to manipulate people just as well, as Loki. He can  interrogate flawlessly (when jealousy is not involved) And when he woke up in the Void, he was able to escape certain death, choose a car and drive around looking for Loki - and eventualy save Sylvie. He is a very capable man. I dont think he shouldn´t have any power. Like - he has his inteligence, his knowledge of all  languages  (I want to see him chat with Groot please), his knowledge of psychology,  knowledge  of how TVA works... He can have his pruning stick, TemPad, bulletproof vest and a raincoat for what I care. but most importantly he has his kind heart, love of adrenaline, and he is a freaking Loki expert. And let´s not forget, every Loki loves him. Also, he has a damn luck as well :D It´s like - Loki always ends up loosing, so Mobius  is fine  - even when he should be dead about million times already. (one man´s void is another man´s piece of cake) So when they are togheter. There is no way for Loki to actually die. Not by his side xD So I don´t think he needs to become great fighter. I believe, that this is a hundred times better. Creators should explore this dynamic to it´s bottom before they make him fighter with super powers or something like that. ( I wouldn´t mind long hair though)  I´m sorry. But I just really love that. I love how small and fragile he is, but he wont be scared of anything. And now he´s Loki best friend (while having masive crush on him, let's be precise ) So just imagine all those amazing scenes that could come with that.  Imagine there is some very dangerous Loki variant that everyone has problem to deal with, and Mobius is gonna be like - you´re so cute guys, nice try. Now let me talk to him, will ya.  Imagine some big battle where our Loki and Mobius are fighting side by side with Avengers and Loki is using all his potential, and he is so stunning in his leather but he can´t focus very well, because few metters from him is a small, fragile man in a suit just using TemPad an afucking pruning stick. And Loki didn´t even want him there in the first place. So they are arguing like married couple right then and there and every avenger AND enemy in  close distance just can´t believe these two are real.  also Loki saves Mobius by taking him in his arms right on time and running to safety with him

Maybe this post is  completely useless and has  incredibly bad english like every text I write, but I don´t care. I just wanted to loudly  appreciate this mans non-fighting skills and his hilariously huge courage. End of the post.  have nice day! Bye!

[laceymorganwrites]

Ogata relationship hcs

CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM SEASON 3 

Fluff

I called this fluff but it really should be called angst with a happy ending

I mean that man thinks he´s emotionally dead 

and that´s mostly because of others since he didn´t have it easy as a child of a prostitute 

even as a child he was only the son of that guy that left me to his mother

the only person who ever saw him for who he actually was, was his brother

maybe that was why he killed him

because it scared him

Hyakunosuke has never been wanted in his life

like actually really wanted

he only was ever used and that never bothered him because it gave him something to do

he only feels like he truly belongs when he´s in the pleasure district 

cause he can always talk to the prostitutes freely and without judgement

man you need the patience of the gods with this guy

he´s too cocky for his own good and he knows it, he knows exactly what to say to cross the line, he loves playing with fire

needs someone who can stand up to him and call him out on his bullshit

he´s also very dense when it comes to actual feelings cause he doesn´t think he´s able to truly love someone

so you have to be patient and make the first step 

he will just blink at you like you just said something crazy because to him it is

asking him out for anything else but sex is weird to him

he rejects you the first time because he doesn´t trust your intentions 

however once he sees how consistent and stubborn you are he reluctantly gives in and goes out wtih you

it´s nothing too special, you´re just going out for some drinks but he does appreciate you picking the best places in the bar, you made sure he could see the door and all the windows

it´s weird for him with all the new affection he´s receiving and it´s hard for him to show the same one to you

but he does try, you do mean much to him so he will definitely hold your hand whenever he dares to

that man loves being cuddled 

he has never felt this safety before

also because he´s always cold so he uses cuddling as an excuse for that mostly

loves it when you play with his hair

especially when he gets to lay on your lap and cuddle you even more closely

will most likely fall asleep on you too 

Filth

definitely a giver

mostly because of his fear of losing control

he also loves giving oral and just watching you fall apart

strokes his ego just the right way

oh also if you have a voice kink he will make use of that and make you cum untouched

his ego is already too big but damn he will tease you to death

make you tell him exactly how good he makes you feel even if you´re long out of breath

always has a shit eating grin on his face when he´s fucking you

his cock isn´t that impressive but his technique is making up for it 

praise kink

he doesn´t like to admit it but he does have one

usually he´s the one in control, domming you and teasing/degrading you

because he doesn´t like the vulnerable feeling he gets when subbing

he will if he trusts you enough tho

which is exactly when he figures out he has a praise kink

he can´t get enough of your soft touches you give him

he gets so soft when you praise him

cockwarming

because he loves teasing you so much he likes the feeling of you squirming around, knowing damn well you only get to cum if he tells you to

and that you can´t do anything because he´s holding you down, waiting for you to beg