#c: uly

[thegillyxliang]

closed - @ulyflynn

where - walking around the holiday markets

"So." Gillian started as she stirred around her bourbon hot chocolate, a few bags dangling off her arm around as she mentally checked off her Christmas shopping list off in her head. "Since you're my boyfriend's boyfriend, I'm gonna need to know like, at least three or four things you're wanting for Christmas? That way I can write a letter or Santa and all. Otherwise you're ending up with like an ice cream gift card or some shit, and as your boyfriend's girlfriend that's just lame."

[thevaleriaxortiz]

closed - @ulyflynn

where - oasis

Valeria had lived in town for a month now, long enough to get a job and set up a bit of a routine and to at least know her way somewhat around enough that she felt comfortable going out for the night- which is how she found herself at the club that night, enjoying the beat pulsing in her veins and energy in the air. After dancing for a bit though, she wormed her way to the bar, snagging a coveted spot and waiting to get the attention of one of the bartenders.

When one finally made their way over, Valeria allowed herself to moment to look him over (Jesus, he was tall) and when he finally got close enough for her to get a good look at him, her brows pinched together a bit. He looked familiar... "Can I get a double tequila soda..... Uly?" She tried at the end, pretty sure this was the guy whose photo she'd seen on her brother's phone and whom she'd been told about- Ash's best friend here.

[phoebekeller]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @ulyflynn

"I've never seen you looking so fancy before. I think I like it. You should look into a corporate job," Phoebe said seriously to Uly even though she was obviously fucking with him. "I'm glad you made me come to this thing. I don't think I could've gone on without seeing you looking so... dapper."

[ithinkitscami]

closed starter for: @ulyflynn // location: one of the garden beds // stomp on those flowers and i'll stomp on your face.

The festival had been going perfectly swell as sunset was coming in. Cami had taken her sweet time with the three miles that was the botanical gardens. She couldn't get over how beautiful the flowers looked. It was all too magical. That was until she had noticed a giant man seemingly stepping into the garden beds and destroying flowers galore. God, she hated people sometimes and right now, she hated this guy. "Hey!" She shouted towards the man as she had walked over to the garden bed he was currently in, "What the hell are you doing?"

[phoebekeller]

Phoebe's eyes shot daggers at him as he reached for the last dumpling and shoved it in his mouth. "That was mine, by the way."

Her nose scrunched up in disgust at the compliment coming from him of all people. "Ew, don't say that. You're not supposed to notice that, it feels wrong," she says before faking a gag. "Thanks, though, but I'm only hot in theory. My confidence doesn't reflect that, therefore it doesn't count." @ulyflynn

"That fucking sucks for you."

He supposes that if he must, he would step it up for Phoebe. Rather annoyingly, somewhere between being ditched by his cousins to present day, she had managed to worm her way into his affections in a way that made him genuinely care about her.

( And he hated that. Most of the time. )

"Deal."

He would have shaken on it, but there was one dumpling left and he claimed it for himself while Phoebe was speaking, dipping the side of it in soy sauce.

"There's no way you can fuck up Tinder. You're hot. If I didn't know you the way I know you, I'd probably want to fuck you based on just a photo. You don't need to be a world-class talker on that shit, just embrace being hot."

@phoebekeller

[smilesrobotlover]

The dads being cute with their lovers (sorta)

I hc that Rito kiss each other by touching the top of their beaks to something (their beaks aren’t touching but that’s just cuz I can’t draw 💀💀) so they’re doing a lil Rito kiss <3 I WISH we had more of them man.

[cnka]

Uli and his family dump 🫶

[colexwalters]

who: @ulyflynn where: their apartment.

"Y'know, I think the best part about prison at this time of year was the lack of Mariah Carey's screeching," Cole rolled his eyes as he grabbed a packet of chips from the cupboard and plonked himself on the couch. The library was hell on earth for Cole already let alone with everything being so festive. "Might go rob a bank just to go get me locked up again as to put me out of my misery."

[sincerexsiren]

"I've helped coordinate a feast tonight. There's many different dishes and I've tasted them all. I hope it's to your liking."

Ulysses, despite his reservations about heroes, took great care in preparing a sumptuous feast for Trinity and the other heroes in her sanctuary. He wanted to show his support for her and make the occasion truly special. Knowing that Trinity had a deep connection to the river, Ulysses incorporated elements of water and nature into the feast.

Here's a sampling of what he prepared:

Riverbank Salad: A refreshing mix of crisp greens, adorned with edible flowers and drizzled with a tangy citrus dressing. The salad was garnished with delicate watercress, representing Trinity's affinity for riverside foliage.

Poseidon's Catch: A platter of freshly caught seafood, including succulent grilled fish, buttery lobster tails, and plump shrimp. Ulysses took care to infuse the seafood with a hint of herbs and citrus, giving it a delightful flavor.

Enchanted Spring Soup: A velvety soup made with seasonal vegetables, infused with the essence of a mystical spring. Ulysses added herbs and spices known for their healing properties, creating a nourishing and comforting dish.

Harborside Roast: A centerpiece of the feast, Ulysses prepared a tender, slow-roasted prime rib, cooked to perfection. He seasoned it with a blend of aromatic herbs and served it with a rich demi-glace.

Nymph's Delight: For dessert, Ulysses crafted a masterpiece of sweetness. It consisted of delicate pastry shells filled with a light, fluffy cream infused with hints of vanilla and the subtle essence of wild berries. The dessert was adorned with edible flowers and drizzled with a delicate honey syrup.

Trinity knew that Ulysses had a hard time with the fact that she had to help everyone who came to the sanctuary- at least she knew that he was worried. Which was fair considering she worried about him when he was out in the world too. It was hard on them both though perhaps she didn't understand his worry about the people as much. She didn't see heroes and villains or heroes and monsters in the same way because here those labels meant nothing to her.

But He- well he knew what happened outside of the invisible walls of this place. And she knew that made it more difficult for him even if she didn't fully understand why he was so worried about specific heros sometimes.

That's why she was so surprised to come in and see the spread across the table. Not just for her but for everyone. A sort of peace offering but so much more thought out. Her eyes widened as she moved around the table, taking in the well-thought-out beautiful dishes that he had clearly put a lot of mental and emotional energy into. Her Long fingers dragged across the table with a little smile as she took in everything from the lovely salad all the way to the mouth-watering desert.

This was the big bad warlock they all feared. The boogy man of the sea. She saw the way they flinched sometimes when he stood behind her but here he was, making them all a feast worthy of a king. Her eyes finally lifted to meet his with a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "My love....you didn't have to do this Darling. You have nothing to prove." She dipped her pinky finger into the honey syrup leaking from the side of the pasty, eyes closing in delight as she sucked it off.

[watch-out-it-bites]

[thegillyxliang]

closed - @ulyflynn

where - uly's apartment

When Gillian found out about Uly's birthday, she decided she needed to do something for him. After all, they'd been roommates for about a month after the fire, and he was best friends with Asher, who was her....--her something. So if Ulysses was important to Asher, then he was important to Gillian.

So the day before she'd made him a quite elaborate ice cream birthday cake, and the day of she texted him that it was an emergency and Asher had left something for him and he just had to come to the ice cream shop to pick it up.

"Hi! Hey, so sorry for the last minute. Ash just said it was super important, so...just gimme a sec? It's in the back."

[phoebekeller]

WHERE: Trailer park outside of Aurora Bay WHO: @ulyflynn

Phoebe hadn't hesitated when Uly had suggested they break into his dad's old trailer home, both out of loyalty to her friend and also because she wasn't one to ever turn down a little bit of trouble. She had gotten on the back of his motorbike very reluctantly, not loving being sat on the back of a bike and not being able to talk whoever she was with's ear off. Uly probably liked it for that very reason.

The drive there was long and torturous, and she was glad to hop off the bike. She exhaled deeply, taking off the helmet and shoving it at Uly. "That was hell. Do you know how many things I thought of that I wanted to tell you while I was on there? And now I forgot most of them!"

She looked around then, brow raising at the decrepit state of the trailer park. She had lived in some shitty place in her life, but nothing quite this bad. "Which one's your dad's? Get ready to be blown away by my lockpicking skills. One of my foster brothers taught me and I like to think this is a case of the student becoming the master." Lennon probably wouldn't agree with that, but he wasn't there to defend his honor.

[descendantsramblings]

Fem! Reader comforting uliana about her insecurity of being not as amazing as her sister (reader and uliana are dating)

I love Uli, I also really like that we got a sibling rivalry/ golden child vs forgotten child dynamic from her because we really didn’t see anything like that in the OG3

Also a big thank you to @an-absolute-waste-of-space for helping me figure out a plot for this because I was absolutely lost.

Strongest Tides

Uliana x Reader

Pronouns used: she/her/hers

Summary: When the sea witch gets emotionally knocked out of commission, it's up to her girlfriend to man the crew.

Warnings: swearing, tongue kissing that honestly is more of a make out session, first "I love you", pet names

Word Count: 2K

    You would think by now Uliana would have learned not to mess with kids older than her. There was a reason you punched down instead of up, wasn’t there? But of course, her craving to be seen as evil had the ability to cloud her judgment. Though, if she had known that the senior she was messing with had been there to witness the frog incident Ursula had caused, maybe she wouldn’t have. How was she supposed to know that the boy she was mocking was a super senior? Did they really expect Uliana to care enough about who went to school there for her to immediately know exactly who repeated a grade? But now, as she paces in the hallway in front of her girlfriend’s dorm, Uli can’t get his words out of her head. “Is that all you’ve got? How are you and your sister cut from the same cloth?” She was so used to being compared to Ursula. Ella and Bridget almost exclusively referred to her as “Ursula’s baby sister”. But something about his words had her spiraling. How was her sister so much better than her that someone couldn’t believe they were related? There was no way that she was that weak compared to Urs, was there?

   She shouldn’t even be here, this is just proving his point. Ursula would never run to someone to comfort her after being spoken down to. No, her sister would get revenge, immediate unapologetic revenge. She should do the same, surely she should. But the only thing she could think of was the boy’s words. And surely when she walked through this door, the entirety of her crew would be there. Or at the very least, three out of five of them. (Y/n) and Maleficent didn’t tend to spend time away from their dorms unless they were with the crew or on a date, and Hades was always glued to Maleficent’s side. She knew they would be there. Hook and Morgie might be a gamble, but surely if she needed them she could just get Hades to grab them. No point in getting revenge alone, was there? So, despite what her brain told her to do, Uliana’s hand raises up to the door, knuckles rapping on the hollow wood. 

   “It’s open!” (Y/n)’s angelic voice calls through the door, the sound wrapped in a laugh. Maybe being in there would be good for her, did revenge really matter that much? Her hand falls to the handle, a rage still trying to hide her insecurity as she flings the door open. “You will not believe what this fool said to me!” The entirety of her crew turns to face her, Morgie sliding further down (Y/n)’s bed to give her space to sit next to her girlfriend. With loud, angered foot steps, Uliana stomps her way over to the spot, sinking into the soft duvet and school issued mattress. And just as quickly as she can let her back muscles relax, (Y/n) has an arm around her, her thumb rubbing soft circles on Uliana’s hip. “What did he say to you, babydoll?” She’s leaning into her girlfriend’s touch subconsciously, trying to keep her threatening face when it begs to turn into a pout. She looks around the room, taking a deep, centering breath. Everyone who makes her feel cared about in her life has their eyes on her, these gentle adoring things that make it hard for her to keep her composure. This was the safest space she would probably ever know.

   “I tried to cast a spell on this asshole and I messed up the Atlantean and the spell didn’t cast.” Her voice is softer than it was before, everything about her is as the eyes of everyone who loves her circle in on her. “Okay, what did he say, Uli? I’ll hook him,” Hook’s voice walks the line of caring and playful, his smirk falling into a gentle, understanding smile. “He asked me if that was ‘all I had’,” she puts finger quotes around the words, taking a deep breath as she continues, “And then he asked how Ursula and I could have ‘cut from the same cloth’. How dare he?” The circles (Y/n) was rubbing on her hip have turned into hearts, she’s subconsciously pulling Uli further into her as to protect her from an evil that isn’t even there. “So, what did you do?” Morgie’s voice joins the conversation, the bubbly tone floating on excitement’s fire. “I didn’t,” it’s the words that break the damn, sending her into this broken little girl instead of the powerful sea witch she should be. Cuddling further into her girlfriend, face finding a place to hide in the girl’s waiting shoulder. 

    “Well, I say that if he thinks he can speak to my girl like that, maybe he shouldn’t be allowed to speak at all,” there’s a wicked bite to it as she reaches down to grab Uliana’s chin, tilting her head back to look at her. “Who spoke to you like that?” “Facilier,” it’s this soft broken mumble that the whole crew has to lean in to hear. The fact that they were dealing with a witch doctor wasn’t great, but if (Y/n) was confident in anything it was her friends. So she nods, letting Uliana’s face fall back to hiding against her as she turns to the other villains in the room. “Say, Mali, Morgie. Have y’all ever tested what happens when you combine your powers? Like what happens if you cast the same spell at once?” An excited bite of fire dances through both of their eyes,  turning from the girl to each other. “We could try,” Maleficent’s tone is hard to read, but she’s clearly trying to egg him on. Something that is solidified to be working when he tacks on a, “What were you thinking?” 

    “If the second in command is willing,” she turns to Hook with this strange air to her that has a crazed look dancing in his eyes. A rapid nod pushes her to finish her plan. “I was thinking that Hook here could be your brawn, make sure the fool can’t get away before you two can cast a silencing spell together. I mean one spell is great, but imagine the power of you both casting it.” The three of them are bouncing to their feet, Maleficent finding herself tucked between Hook and Morgie who both offer her a hand. “I have one that lasts 24 hours in my mother’s spell book, with both of us I’d put money on it lasting for two days,” there’s a hiss tucked on the end of his words as he pulls the door open. Though (Y/n) can’t see them, she’d bet money on Morgie having snake eyes as he speaks. The three trouble makers making their way into the hall as they whisper about their scheme. 

    “Hades?” He raises a brow to her, arms locked over his chest with pursed lips. “Can you go be their actual brawn?” He’s nodding, this knowing look dancing in his eyes as he stands from Maleficent’s now empty bed, “No way those three could handle dealing with the shadow man without me.” And (Y/n) hums, watching him make his way to the door, “No, there sure is not.” As it clicks closed behind him, she turns back to her girl, taking in her quickly deteriorating front. 

   “How’s my girl?” No words dare to grace her ears, Uliana shaking her head against the girl’s warm shoulder. “Uli,” she’s cooing, reaching down to pull her girlfriend’s legs over her own, softly maneuvering her into her lap. “I don’t want to talk about it.” She hums, letting a hand find the back of Uliana’s neck so that she can rub soft loving circles on it. 

   “You know, if you ask me, Ursula is nothing but a show off. Evil isn’t doing things to get people’s attention like that stupid frog stunt. It’s waiting, planning, being able to strike fear into hearts.” Uliana shifts on her lap, carefully and slowly moving so that she can straddle (Y/n)’s lap. Her face nuzzles further into the crook of her lover’s neck as she settles herself on her knees. A sweet and gentle kiss finding the side of her neck before Uli speaks. “Yeah well, not everyone seems to think so.” She hums, feeling the way a hand has snaked up her shirt and onto her back, the other resting on her waist as if to hold her steady. “Who cares what some idiot who failed his sophomore year thinks?” Of course (Y/n) knew that, she knew everything. That’s what Uliana gets for not coming to her first. “I think that you’re on your way to stealing the title of mistress of evil,” she kisses Uli’s temple, laying them both back on her bed. 

    “Yeah, as if. I am never getting that title.” She welcomes the new position, the ghost of a smile threatening her lips. “You can be my mistress of evil,” (Y/n) has this wicked little amusement to her voice as she says it, the girl carefully flipping them over. Uliana’s legs straighten out the moment her back hits the mattress, eyes screwed shut as if she’s scared to see her partner. And that just won’t do, not for (Y/n) it won’t. She balances all her weight on one arm, pushing back a stray lock of hair that fell over her face, “Let me see your eyes.” “I’m okay, actually,” Uliana shakes her head, knowing what’s going to meet her if she does. She can’t handle the way the muscles in (Y/n)’s exposed biceps are going to be slightly flexed from holding her weight, that gentle, loving look that’s gonna cross her features. No one had ever looked at Uliana like that before she did. Uli wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about it, surely it made her weak. It had to, the way she craved to have someone look at her like that made her feel like she wasn’t evil enough. But if it felt so good, could it really be so bad? 

    “Look at me,” she repeats, letting her lips ghost over Uliana’s jaw, “Let me see my girl.” “You already can,” she whispers, fighting the urge to reach up and pull her girlfriend closer to her. “No, I wanna see you, not your body. You hide everything about yourself in those pretty eyes, did you know that?” Another kiss hits where her jaw and neck connect, the action mixed with her girlfriend’s words making her shiver. “I really don’t think you wanna see me like this, Darling,” the words fall shaky as she feels (Y/n) leave a kiss on the column of her throat. “I want to see all of you, Babydoll, I love you.” Her eyes shoot open, a gasp being ripped through her lips. “You do?” With a smile, the girl is hovering back over her face. This beautiful sense of pride taking over her features, “Of course I do, I’ve loved you since the moment we locked eyes at orientation. You’re the stars in my sky.” There’s no pressure for Uliana to say it back, not even room for her to respond before there’s lips pressed to hers. A soft and gentle motion that she’s suddenly starved for.

   One of her hands comes up to cup (Y/n)’s jaw, dragging the girl closer as she kisses back, pressing her deeper and deeper into the kiss. Something that was meant to be adoring and languid turning into a harsh and needy little gesture. A hand on her jaw and the back of her neck, holding her down against the girl she has pressed into her mattress. A swipe of tongue against Uliana’s lips has them slipping open on a whine, giving the girl on top of her a chance to slide her tongue into her waiting mouth. The kiss becoming a dance of tongues and clashing teeth. Raw and needy and saying more than either girl knew how to put into words. And when (Y/n) pushes back against Uliana’s needy hands, drawing herself up and gasping for air, she can feel the way her lover’s mood has changed. The girl panting for air as she leans her own forehead against the sea witch’s. “God, you are wicked,” it’s a breathy little praise that has the girl beneath her absolutely smitten. “I love you too.”

[sincerexsiren]

She smiled softly as she watched Delia take it in. After a moment her own eyes moved over the world of little lights. "This is what I see all the time." She admitted softly. "A version of it anyway. There are more here. For some reason, they all come and congregate in this place. We've never known why. Maybe because there aren't people here? Maybe because the veil is thinnest. But they've always come here- I call it the cradle." She admitted softly, watching as some of the little lights started to move and pulse around her friend, illuminating her place, and playing along her skin in an almost curious way. They were attracted to her friend, clearly.

Delias true form was…beautiful but not a surprise to Trinity.  She had known she wasn’t human and Delia had told her that she was a succubus when they had met in the great temple.  But of course hearing it and seeing it were two very different things.  Her skin was so so beautiful and Trinity’s hand reached out, instinctively needing to feel it in a way that was the same yet very different then the way she touched plant leaves or tree bark.  She should be more wary, more cautious but that was never in her nature was it?  No she wanted to see and feel and embrace other world.

She smiled at Delia as the other orbs practically buzzed with even more energy, as if excited.  As if they knew that there was something very different happening here.  As if they felt that they were alive again. 

“Sush…”. She tried to calm them but laughed a little when they disobeyed.  Just because she could reveal them and they flocked to them didn’t mean that Trinity or Delia had power over the disembodied souls. 

“I know what you are.  I thought you were a goddess remember?”  She reminded her with a tug on her lips.  Her translucent eyes fell to Delia’s hand, and her teeth dug into her bottom lip.  Of course she wasn’t scared- no this was still her friend but the words threw her a little bit.  “I should warn you- I’ve made a commitment to someone I love very very much.”  She reminded her, knowing the way that she felt about Delia and Ulysses was very strong in their own rights but she truly did love the sea monster in an exceptionally romantic way.  Her eyes lifted to Delia’s apologetically but with a little half smile.  “He and I have not discussed sharing desire…and I do feel it.”  She assured her.  “Though I am very very very curious what the energy I would pull from you would feel like.”  It would be euphoric!  

Delia's eyes widened in awe as she watched Trinity's hand connect with the ancient trunk of the massive mangrove tree. The moment Trinity's palm made contact, a breathtaking spectacle unfolded before their eyes. A symphony of vibrant, iridescent lights burst forth, illuminating the darkened surroundings with an ethereal glow. Delia couldn't help but gasp at the mesmerizing display, her heart filled with a mixture of wonder and reverence.

As the million pricks of light danced and shimmered, Delia felt a deep connection to the pulsating energy that radiated from within. It was as if the very essence of life itself was being unveiled before her. The beauty of the moment was overwhelming, and she found herself speechless, unable to articulate the depth of her emotions.

After a moment of awestruck silence, Delia turned to Trinity with a radiant smile, her eyes shining with a newfound understanding. "Trinity, this is... incredible," she managed to say, her voice filled with genuine amazement. "I've never seen anything like it. The way the light dances and interweaves, it's as if the soul of this place is being revealed to us."

She stepped closer to Trinity, her hand reaching out tentatively to touch the bark of the tree, almost afraid that the magical display would fade away at her touch. But as her fingertips grazed the rough surface, she could feel a faint tingling sensation, as if the tree itself acknowledged her presence.

"I believe you, Trinity," Delia whispered, her voice filled with reverence. "There is so much more to this world than what meets the eye. Your connection to this place, to nature, it's extraordinary. Thank you for sharing this with me."

After witnessing the awe-inspiring display of Trinity's connection to nature, Delia felt a surge of confidence welling up within her. She knew it was time to reveal her own true nature to Trinity, to share her own powers and the depths of her being.

Taking a step back from the tree, Delia turned to face Trinity, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity. The air around them seemed to shimmer as her true form began to emerge. Her skin took on a subtle, iridescent sheen, and delicate wings unfolded from her back, their ethereal membranes adorned with intricate patterns.

With a graceful flick of her wrist, Delia summoned a small orb of pulsating energy, casting a soft, enchanting glow upon their surroundings. The air filled with a gentle hum as her succubus powers emanated, tugging at the very essence of desire and passion.

"Trinity," Delia spoke, her voice now carrying a melodic quality, "I am not like other humans. I am a demoness, a succubi, a creature of both darkness and desire. I possess the ability to tap into the deepest recesses of emotions, to ignite passions and unleash hidden desires."

As she spoke, Delia extended her hand, offering the shimmering orb of energy to Trinity. "Take my hand, Trinity, and experience the intensity of sensation. Feel the surge of emotions, the raw power that courses through my veins. Together, let us explore the boundaries of our own passions and desires."

@sincerexsiren

[sincerexsiren]

When Ulysses saw Trinity working her magic all by herself, he couldn't just leave her alone. Coming up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her, to temporarily take over and stir the pot, his breath hitting her neck with each exhale. "Your wrists must be tired, love, how long have you been stirring?"

Trinity felt the solid body behind her before she even realized why he was there. Leaning back she let him take the wooden spoon even for a few moments, rubbing her wrist. Her hand and arm hurt and it took a second to flex her fingers in and out so that she wasn't making the grip that she had been all day ease.

"Oh god, I don't even know....what time is it?" It had been at least ten hours that she was simmering and working the spell. The virus that had taken over the nearby town had gotten bad and she was working the spell and tonic to ease it for them. She'd been doing so for decades...secretly of course. For the delta, the town was shockingly healthy. Though for anyone who knew the true owner of the old house, it was hardly a mystery at all.

"I just need to get this done and into the water supply." She leaned her much smaller body completely back into him, as though if he took a step back she might fall flat. "How was your swim?" She asked, gently rubbing his arm.

[cunoessedidnothingwrong]

cunoesse and ulixes two violent redheads who serve as supportive yes men to the people they exist in a symbiotic relationship with . i want them to meet. i want them to throw rocks in a river together. i want them to stand on the top of a building and scream at the sky. i want ulixes to teach cunoesse about communism and i want her to call him a faggot naampakii idiot asshole. i want c to convince uli that helping her shoplift from the fritte is praxis actually. i think their relationship would be interesting