#either it's like some mother daughter drama or the character is a man

[utilitycaster]

They should make fiction about eldest daughters that isn't directly about being an eldest daughter but you can still absolutely tell and also ideally the eldest daughter character should be a woman because everyone who DOES do this makes the character a man

[neo-zone]

Alright, I finally got my hands on this full ... presscon? cast reaction? Whatever.

I already shared some screenshots from this before (by some people on Twitter) and after finally watching the full version, I fell like I need to share the rest of the season 2 world building and character lores mentioned and discussed to you guys in here (and also major spoilers for season 3)

P.S. I could be wrong on some of the points here (either misinterpreting or not paying enough attention), so please correct me if I do in the reply section

Season 2

I'm still confused af on this line : "he killed his original body as well as his personality, eventually turning into the twisted monster that he is now". Like so, does it refer to Sang-won killing his original body in season 2 or is it about monster Sang-won killing the real Sang-won?

I still don't get this line too, so interpret it however you want : "The child covered in black?" "This is where what's remaining of Sang-won disappears, uncovering the child."

Chan-young was a baseball player. Ye-seul was one of the cheerleaders

Oh, apparently monsterization does still happened inside the stadium. That's why there's a regular daily checking. Anyone showing symptoms will be out in the isolation place (yeah that place where they put the sick mom in). Some lived, some died inside the isolation => might be why Chief Ji keeping her monster son secluded somewhere deep inside the stadium

Hyun-su cut Yi-kyung's daughter hair the same style as him, hence how they're being similar appearance wise

The live action crew is adapting Shotgun Boy into Netflix Sweet Home

Yi-kyung blames herself for how her child turned out to be with her monster-turning power

Yi-kyung's inability to give affection or even touched her child stems from the fact that monsters are created from human desires, so she didn't want her child to have desire (awfully familiar with a particular old man *side glance*)

Yep, you guessed it. These three (Hyun-su, Eun-yu, and Chan-young) are dense as fuck about their own feelings to each other (minus Hyun-su to Chan-young and vice versa ofc)

Yi-kyung's daughter views Hyun-su as her own family even more than her biological mother. Because they're similar and he's the only person she could hold hands with without her power reacting

Hyun-su uses red ribbons to mark the safe area for Eun-yu because color red stands out among the greenery of Seoul post time skip

The monster cocoons are shaped like a heart because monsterization manifests from human desires

The "real Jung Wui-myeong" is one of the scientists. Sang-won (or monster Sang-won depending how you interpret the earlier points) took his identity and used it as his own, probably to separate himself from his old human self

Lmao, not them calling Sang-won's family as family of evil and there's no good apple in it. That's so fucking foul

Sang-wook is still there somewhere (I already shared this one before)

Sang-won's original abilities include the Medusa touch he did to Hyun-su in episode 3

Oh wait, Yi-kyung survived?! I thought she died after her fight with Hyun-su (uh oh *nervous glance to every instance of me mentioning "her death" in replies*)

Monster Hyun-su act according to what Hyun-su thinks and desires (I had shared this one before)

Monster Hyun-su is more proactive and extrovert (is the extrovert part really necessary?")

Season 3 rough summary

Family drama : Nam Sang-won starts a bunch of trouble (this bitch) in order to create a world he dreams of. There are family reunions and conflicts between spouses. He also meets his child (uh oh). They fight for her custody. This custody case didn't need a court (fuck, oh come on 😂). Yi-kyung wouldn't just talk it out. She'd fight until one is dead

Sibling drama : Eun-yu will meet Eun-hyeok again, but I'm not sure it'll make her happy

Second male lead struggle : Chan-yeong faces even more hardships as the story progresses. But even then, he gives up a lot just to protect Eun-yu. He starts to understand the monsters more. There's a lot on his mind as the story goes on.

More monster Hyun-su : Hyun-su lets go of himself and lets out the monster. But the monster doesn't just do its thing. He reads Hyun-su's mind and acts as he wants.

Another Hyun-su and Yi-kyung interaction : And later on, he interacts with Yi-kyung as well. The emotion it brings also felt huge. In the narration, he tells Eun-yu how much pain Yi-kyung is in and that he has to stop it all himself. So I'm sure Hyun-su sparked a change in Yi-kyung's heart. That'll continue in Season 3.

[ahmedmootaz]

Since Carmen and Ayin have no character profiles in the artbook like the other characters, here are my headcanons.

Carmen shares Angela's birthday on February 27, because there is something poetic and ironic about Ayin trying to bring Carmen back on her birthday through Angela and ending up giving life and sentience to Angela instead. It also adds a touch of spice and drama too if you think about it like a telenovela and imagine that Carmen died giving birth to Angela on her birthday, now both their birthdays, and Ayin becoming a wreck who can't celebrate Angel's birthday since it keeps reminding him of Carmen.

Ayin is probably such a mess he doesn't even remember his birthday anymore and neither does he even realize he's forgotten it until a year has passed and Hokma asks about when Ayin is celebrating his birthday since everybody else already did. Hokma then gets told that Ayin doesn't celebrate his birthday because he doesn't remember properly or has conflicting information of his birthday.

The Ayin-Spawn/A3/other versions of Ayin all have conflicting memories since they remember when they were 'born' differently, or that they use the dates of when they become self-aware or Ayin became aware they existed in his mind. But all of them linked to some significant date to the Lobotomy Corporation in both the meta and the in-universe sense. He doesn't care about the actual date or celebrating the day a horrible man like himself was born, so he took the easy route and just picked a date significant to his personal history, since he doesn't want to make the others sad or guilty about not celrbrating his birthday and placate their need to know when he was born since Ayin himself would have treated it like any other day.

Possible dates include August 31 (The first trailer for Lobotomy Corporatin back when they were crowdfunding and Project Moon's first name was Moon Project in 2015) or December 16 (Initial release of Lobotomy Corproration in 2016) or April 10 (Official release of Lobotomy Corporation in 2018) or November 19 (Project Moon's official anniversary) or May 05 (The date of the revamped and retranslated version of Lobotomy Corporation in 2020 after getting scammed by the translator in the past and right before the announcement and release of LOR) or maybe some other day entirely. I lean towards Ayin's birthday being PM's anniversary date personally.

Writing this at 3 AM in the morning on my glaringly bright mobile. If I have wrong grammar or spelling or logic, just ignore it

Dear Anonymous,

Honestly, I have to say: Wow! I agree with you on several elements here, especially when it comes to Carmen's birthday being the same as Angela; before LoR was fully released, I didn't quite agree with the idea, but then when I realised Carmen's voice is quite literally simply Angela's voice, I realised they were both very, very similar in a way I hadn't previously considered, and it fits Ayin immensely to give Angela the same birthday as Carmen only to have himself unable to celebrate either as his mind punishes him for what he did to both Carmen and Angela. Another day of suffering for our poor Ayin, sniff.

At least it might lead to more fluffy headcanons of Angela and Carmen having their birthdays together as mother and daughter...?

Also, for Ayin's headcanons, you hit the nail on its head my friend. I doubt Ayin celebrated his birthday even before the whole mess that led to the creation of the Lobotomy Corporation, but I also think Ayin, in a way, is very symbolic for PM, so if I had to choose a date for his birth, I'd definitely put it somewhere within the ranges you gave out.

And please, your grammar and logic was quite good! In fact, I thank you for the very wonderful headcanons, Anon! Until next time, be well, take care, and see ya'!

[the-genius-az]

You're welcome!

It can have lots of drama before the little pack has their happy ending. I think part of Azula's redemption + healing arc would involve her eventually understanding that they didn't think they had an option + didn't know it could hurt so much. (Original!Azula herself only realized what was happening in the night before she passed away). With the bond still there, Azula tends to be protective, and a little more forgiving once she sees Ty Lee and Mai do love and need her.

I already am thinking about a "Izumi is Maizula's baby" tbh, now that the A/B/O obsession has infiltrated the Azula-centric part of my brain.

Ty Lee needs more fics where she's not the silly, stupid little girl. In the KS AU, I'm making Azula much worse than in canon to make it work with the plot, considering how canon!Azula is a jerk but definitely not a psychopath or anything of the sort. I really don't like the way fandom demonizes her, for a few reasons, and it also makes me feel weird for writing AUs where she is, indeed, a monster.

Yes. Here's the thing, I like the parallel of Oh Sangwoo, a straight man, being SA'd by his mother & Azula, a lesbian woman, being SA'd by her mother (+ I think Oh Sangwoo hallucinates her at some point? So that's a good parallel). Like, something that works into this specific character hating women so much they abuse and kill them in horrific ways.

(I don't like it either, which sounds almost like a hypocrite with the way I have multiple OCs that have SA in their backstory and I do write fucked up content. And because I also have read a lot of fics that have it in them – thankfully they do tend to work it so, so well. Like, not as a torture porn kind of thing, but another layer of her character. Azula x Ozai CSA seems to be almost a must for Maizula fics, and I eat it up every time.)

When I say "everything possible", I do mean it. It's a dragon AU and when Azulon asks for Azula's life instead of Zuko's (because she's Ozai's favorite), Ursa kills Azulon + takes Azula out of the palace (and Azula's hatred comes from how they abandon Zuko in the palace). Like, Ursa up until that point gave Zuko lots of attention, but there's a silent agreement between mother and daughter that goes like "this boy is ours" because they're dragons and all of that. I can talk for days about this AU too.

- Ash 🔥🍌

Thank you for this, Ash!

Original! Azula herself only realized what was happening in the night before she passed away.

I wonder how sad Azula was at that moment, she must have been screwed.

I already am thinking about a "Izumi is Maizula's baby" tbh, now that the A/B/O obsession has infiltrated the Azula-centric part of my brain.

I have an idea about a baby Maizula, maybe I'll post it later!

Ty Lee needs more fics where she's not the silly, stupid little girl.

I needed to bookmark this...

I really don't like the way fandom demonizes her, for a few reasons, and it also makes me feel weird for writing AUs where she is, indeed, a monster.

I know, sometimes the Aus completely change the characters, that makes them interesting or worse.

I like the parallel of Oh Sangwoo, a straight man, being SA'd by his mother & Azula, a lesbian woman, being SA'd by her mother (+ I think Oh Sangwoo hallucinates her at some point? So that's a good parallel).

I see the potential! I still don't like the SA though, but it's because of the plot.

(Honestly, I'm glad that we agree that it is Ursa who commits the act, sometimes everyone ignores that she is not a saint)

I don't like it either, which sounds almost like a hypocrite with the way I have multiple OCs that have SA in their backstory and I do write fucked up content.

Oh, I actually hate that kind of stuff, any fics, novels, manga and more, I'll leave it quick and fly away! I can't stand him, that's why I don't like Bl very much, he always has those things and the fans normalize him.

Seems to be almost a must for Maizula fics.

They are the only Fics that keep me on a leash, there is little content and I am hungry for Maizula.

It's a dragon AU and when Azulon asks for Azula's life instead of Zuko's (because she's Ozai's favorite), Ursa kills Azulon + takes Azula out of the palace (and Azula's hatred comes from how they abandon Zuko in the palace).

You are a bomb from Au's Azula!

(Sometimes my mind spins because of so much information in English, please have mercy next time).

Azula is a VERY loyal girl, it makes sense that she would be a little confused and angry about abandoning one of her own.

Actually, I think I talked something about Azula/Dragon, and her possessions that are people.

Like, Ursa up until that point gave Zuko lots of attention.

What did Ursa change to leave everything for Azula? I'm not saying she doesn't love her, I just don't think she would leave Zuko for Azula.

[namjhyun]

DRAMA REVIEW | Bridgerton (Season 3)

I finally was able to finish the third season of Bridgerton this weekend and I have some thoughts on it. Spoilers warning.

The season being split in half absolutely wrecks the pacing of the story and the little character development. The entire first part it's too plot heavy, with the story being more concerned with side stories than actually give our leads time to grow as people on the screen. Especially for Colin, who needed the most character work.

Look, the Polin story was never my favourite from the books but they have their moments and sweet chemistry (despite the horrendous book ending that thank God it was changed). But when I am saying Colin it's the worst Bridgerton leading man (on the tv show) to date, I'm not exaggerating.

His "glow up" it's that he is now a judgemental and entitled fuckboi who has one personality, which it's traveling. Let's say he has grown to like the idea of becoming an author, this part of the story it's never developed. We never actually see him working on this new found passion for writing. He does very little introspection. We only get a glimpse of a phrase about the french women whom he took to bed and by the end of the season he's a published author (riding on the coattails of his wife).

The relationship with Penelope. The build up of tension that could have lasted a couple of episodes and establish their chemistry, as they try to find her a husband, it didn't even last an episode because he simply blabs about it to Eloise since he's unable to comprehend how Penelope's situation it's tricky and sensitive. So, naturally she ends up humiliated, once again.

Penelope's development entirely rests on the support she receives from other women as she comes clean about her secret and starts working with her mother, Eloise and even the Queen to establish herself in society. Meanwhile, her husband it's busy making things worse because he can't come to terms with the fact Penelope is everything and he's just Ken.

And this would have been a great story to tell: Penelope building up confidence to show her self as the strong and independent woman she is, in contrast to Colin's breaking apart his fragile man ego to learn that there's more than one way to be a good husband.

Instead, the show decided to create conflicts over conflicts that had nothing to do with the main story they were supposed to be telling. How are we supposed to cheer for our leads' love when the scene cuts and wastes time on either Violet and Marcus, Lady Danbury and Marcus, and finally Lady Danbury over Violet and Marcus. That's three conflicts over the same characters.

Kanthony was brought back only to ship them off to India.

Then we have Francesca's storyline which cemented what I have always suspected: Violet Bridgerton it's a boy mom. And she proved over and over again by undermining every step of Francesca's journey, but particularly after her daughter found her match in John Sterling. A perfectly fine gentleman, kind and funny, who it's not like Mrs. Bridgerton's late husband, so he can't possibly be good enough.

According to Violet, Anthony going to India on a trip that will take months if not a little more than a year, with his pregnant wife it's perfectly acceptable but, apparently, Francesca going to live to Scotland in her husband's castle it's a slap in the face. How dare she move away to a city that's two weeks away in carriage. Is she serious?

Benedict spend the 8 episodes being Benedict, and the one of the few things I liked about this season it's that the writers actually leave him where his book starts: as a deeply confused men with no purpose. Something that's being hint at the beginning of the season when he took over the family's state while Anthony was away and he proved to be very efficient. So, I am looking forward to see how his story it's developed.

One of the best parts of this season was actually the Feathering Sisters and their husbands, Mr. Finch and Mr. Dankworth. Both of them are clearly there for comic relief as they are painted as buffoons, which backfired spectacularly IMO because they come across as nothing but sweet, loving and supporting husbands. Much of which Colin "fuckboi" Bridgerton should learn about.

Sure, he gets there at the end. But the writers simply did Polin a disservice by not allowing the story to breath properly.

Rating: 5/10

[theonlycorrectcropinions]

My big controversial cr1 hot take (I’m lying, I have several) is that Bard’s Lament sucked and Scanlan get absolutely no sympathy from me, and I’m so annoyed by it still that it makes me eyeroll at all of his angst and the foreshadowing he’s going to leave in tlovm even though it’s a separate continuity.

Boohoo, no one knows anything about me, says the guy who actively refused to answer any questions about his past and had a deception of + infinity. Fuck off bro. After the fall of Emon, Scanlan didn’t even know which sibling it was that was good at tracking. He brought Vax with him to look for Kaylie in the aftermath. This is like 40 some episodes in. But I’m supposed to think he’s the one who no one pays attention to? Okay buddy.

“You brought me back to life with weird magic,” you’ve literally seen like 5 of these resurrections already stop being such a bitch. Also you can choose whether or not to come back it’s not like it was forced on you bro stop being dramatic.

“You brought my daughter to see my dead body, a perfectly normal thing that happens all the time and was used as part of a ritual to bring me back to life, I hate this and will now leave, and won’t even think about actually spending time with said daughter until one of you brings it up. I’m a colossal asshole.”

Also, Sam cheated. Not only did he not know the rest of the party’s parents’ names, neither did Scanlan. The guy who can’t tell the twins apart, really? Despite some of the names he brought up NEVER being used in the stream or in the home game. “What’s my mother’s name?” whatever man, how about they check the wiki real quick like you did. Gonna, I dunno, role any kind of check for the info you’re reading off a cheat sheet? His big dramatic speech was impossible and immersion breaking. Bullshit metagaming for cheap drama, a staple of Sam roleplaying.

Like post facto deciding Veth had been drowned to add gravitas to her fear of water, something he made up practically on the spot. Scanlan is probably the closest thing Sam had to an actual character rather than a series of traits Sam could deploy to make either a joke or the most dramatic choice in any given moments regardless of previous characterization or continuity.

Oh no, they pranked your dead body, guy who shit in a jar and hid it in your friend’s holy temple to spy on her. Guy who insulted your other friend’s ghost relative to death? Guy who used mind magic to coerce an employee into buying drugs for you? But they put your hand in pudding or whatever, ah fuck, better go on an hour long tirade insulting all their insecurities like a prick. Loser behavior, zero sympathy, Scanlan sucks.

[parvuls]

obligatory 6am episode thoughts (and MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF TED LASSO SPOILERS)

so far it's ep2 > ep1 > ep3 imo. this episode was basically the start of various plotlines but didn't have any big moments for any of them, so it's a little 🤷

ngl, hated zava with a passion and all of his scenes were cringe and boring to me. we already went over the dick star player arc in season 1 with jamie, and zava purposely has less redeeming moments (because he doesn't have a three-season story ahead of him). this plot could only be interesting if it leads to a break in format or character development: ted yelling and giving up on a player / rebecca firing him despite the wins because she cares about the team / west ham drama.

I was SO FOND of colin and michael in this episode!!! they were sweet but not over the top and those moments were literally so far removed from the rest of colin's scenes in the ep, which just stresses how long colin has been hiding this. really liked michael coming to sam's restaurant and their collaborative cover story, because I'm pretty tired of gay relationship drama being one dude angry that the other one is "ashamed" of him. framing the media as their enemy and not each other is a good start.

speaking of which: trent. big sigh. could SO see that plot coming from all of the interviews mentioning trent as both a good and bad presence in richmond. idk if he'd actually out colin, because it'd be hard to come back from that in the eyes of the audience, but there's definitely drama coming and SOMEONE is going to either out colin or threaten him with it, leading to him coming out himself. could be rupert, and that'd be the start of nate realizing he's gone too far. either way that's one plotline I'm hella excited for.

that being said, if michael ends up outing then, I'm 🤡

I simply do not know what to make of tish's predictions. rebecca being upside down and drenched is foreshadowing the amsterdam episode, and whoever saves her (probably ted) would be the knight/shite. but being a mother? obviously not biologically, since hannah explicitly said it's no longer an option. so... tedbecca future???? I'm not even a shipper, I honestly can't see who else she could adopt. rupert's daughter somehow? idefk

jamie was my fave this episode, followed closely by roy. thank god for that bromance, and all of jamie's sudden vocabulary moments were laughing out loud funny. praying for a shot of him reading a dictionary and explaining his sudden word knowledge 😂 am Not Amused at the scene by the bar where keeley looks at them both, but we shall see. I'm actually kinda here for a jamie/shandy thing? their vibes sort of fit lmao. also YES to sam and his chef falling in love. let the man have some happiness and normalcy!

the ted/sassy ongoing hints confuse me, and their purpose escapes me even three seasons later. remind us ted can fuck? I don't feel like it's an endgame thing.

I'm not touching the jake thing with a ten feet pole, jfc. jake seems like a nice guy in theory, but going out with your patient/marriage counselor + not telling your co-parent that you're bringing a new man into your kid's life? no. michelle is on thin ice with me.

[tomboyjessie13-artblog]

Sorry for the lack of drawings, this was supposed to be done a few weeks ago, but as usually I got distracted by the internet and personal drama, as well as writing a long post about the characters.

That being said, I made a series of drawings of my Jojo OC Medea interacting with the Crusaders since there isn’t a lot of them(except as Incorrect Quotes), and as some of you can guess, this takes place during the “Battle of Egypt” arc since she wasn't their ally until then.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jean Pierre Polanreff

- Relationship: Sibling bond - She nicknames him "Frenchie" - Shares a single brain cell with him

- He and Medea actually do get along well as he used to serve(brainwashed) DIO and was dismayed over him "betraying" their Lord, he's a bit more forgiving and patient with her since he knows that DIO's just using her, he does have his breaking points though.

Despite being enemies, she has no problem bonding with him over their enjoyment of Western cartoons such as "Tom and Jerry" and "Looney Toons" during their stay at a Luxor hotel.

Even though he got his revenge, he's still haunted by his late-sister losing her purity and life, and was horrified when he found out that DIO is doing the same to Medea, thus starts fighting tooth and nail to make sure she lives.

She later apologized to Polnareff for treating him like crap when she returns to Cairo with Kakyoin, and thanked him for killing J. Geil as he was horrible towards women, she fights alongside Polnareff and Iggy against Vanilla Ice.

Polanreff became her best man at her's and Keiji's wedding in 1994 and was ecstatic to see her baby girl Noriko, it was the last time she saw him alive. Medea asked Jotaro where he had gone during their drive to S-City, but even he doesn't know where Polnareff is either.

Medea later grieved for him when she found out what became of him during his pursuit for Diavolo and the stand arrows in "Golden Wind".

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Jotaro Kujo

- Relationship: Enemies to friends - Calls him "Jojo" just to make fun of him as she thought it was a dumb nickname - Battle of the sexist jerks; broken hearted Misandrist vs punk ass Misogynist

- She first assumed that Jotaro was an adult due to his large stature and mature features, only to get caught completely off guard when she realizes that he's actually a 17-year-old highschooler.

Jotaro does the "YAKAMASHI!" and "annoying bitch" schtick when she started doing her villainous monologuing, she asked if he kissed his mother with that mouth, that comment resulted in her ass getting kicked and losing two left molars.

Jotaro was the one who turned her into their mole when they came to Egypt, he kept foiling her murder attempts during the whole true trip. Despite all that, he was furious when he found out that DIO tried to kill her in a similar fashion to Enyaba, wanting to beat the shit of of him right now for it.

After returning to Cairo with Kakyoin, their relationship improved for the better as they no longer fought with each other. Before "DIO's World", Jotaro thanked her for being one of the few women in his life to not squeal at him for being "handsome".

After DIO's defeat, she goes with him and Joseph to Japan and hasn't left since. The two became parent figures to the kids of Morioh during "Diamond is Unbreakable", despite being on good terms now, she can't help but ruffle Jotaro's feathers just for the fun of it.

At some point, he reprimand her for being too distant from her daughter, only to get called out on it as well.

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Joseph Joestar

- Relationship: Complicated - Medea slut shames him to high heaven - Joseph had a BSoD moment when he heard Medea gush about the Pillar Men

- She chases him all across Asia for weeks just to get her revenge for "driving away Jason" from her and offer his blood to DIO, fails each time. At some point Joseph told her the reason why they're going after DIO, which throws her off completely as DIO never told her about Holy Kujo.

Despite that, she still chases the Crusaders after DIO gave her one last chance to redeem herself, which pisses off Joseph even more.

After she became their mole in Egypt, he forces her to wear his old breathing mask as a trust bargain as well as keep her under tight ropes, he even rigged it with Hamon so that whenever she removes it, she'll get electrocuted by overdrive(same rules apply to her Stand to).

When she bribed Alessi to age down Joseph, she wasn't expecting him to turn into his younger and sexier self(circa Part 2) and became smitten. Joseph has NEVER let her live it down since then.

It took him an hour to save Medea's life from DIO's blood poisoning thanks to his Hamon. This selfless act made her realize that Joseph, despite his flaws, is willing to help others good and bad, no longer wanting revenge against him. 

She would however eventually have the last laugh when she found out that he was sent to the dog house after his affair got exposed in 1999, she also believed that he's faking his senility just to get his "get out of jail free" card.

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Muhammad Avdol

- Relationship: Enemies to friends - She was the reason why DIO found him at the Khan el Khalili - He was shocked when he realized that Medea isn't a Tarot Stand user

- After Cameo was defeated, she was shocked to learn that Avdol is alive and well, with him scolding her for harassing the Crusaders despite getting her revenge against Jason, she fled back to Egypt afterwards, having his arrival killing her mood and not wishing to get BBQ'​​​​​​​d by [Magician's Red].

At Aswan, when she tries to kill him at the Hospital, Avdol sought out her weakness and told Jotaro to exploit it. While not happy with her murderous plans, he's a lot more patient with her than Polnareff is due to knowing that DIO brainwashed her. 

During their trip to Cairo, he was actually pleased when he saw that Medea took an interest in his culture's myths and legends and they ended up talking more over it, even letting slip about the Glory God's Stands and which god they represent.

When she realized what happened, she blamed him for tricking her, which isn't true but he joked about it anyways.

He was the first one to discover that Medea's welts were Vampire bites thanks to Joseph's warning about Vampires and drove her to the hospital. Despite losing their mole, Avdol believed that her health is one of their highest priorities.

When she came back to Cairo, he was happy to know that she's all better. During "DIO's World", she called him crazy when he wanted to burn down the manor due to their friends being inside, she witnessed Vanilla Ice killing him afterwards, traumatizing her.

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Iggy

- Relationship: Enemies to friends - She compares him to her late pet Boston Terrier "Ozzy" - Iggy enjoys messing with her just as how he messes with Polnareff

- She thought that he was a normal dog at first before discovering that he's a Tarot Stand user represented by "The Fool" and instantly regrets it.

She got farted on when he smelled her body oder and called him a "jerk mutt" for that, he also raided her backpack and stole her clothes and sandwiches that she packed for herself, and he kicked her into the Nile river when she tried to attack him.

When Medea got hospitalized for Blood poisoning, Iggy smelled DIO's odor coming off of her welts which scared him into defending himself as he can naturally smell evil like most dogs do, he used [The Fool] to recreate DIO's likeness from that scent alone to show the Crusaders what he smelled, which is how Joseph was able to save her and how Iggy was able to recreate DIO during the Vanilla Ice fight.

Iggy started warming up to Medea after she returned to Cairo as he finally understood the pain she gained from DIO after his encounter with Pet Shop, but he wouldn't admit it, she and Iggy chilled out while everyone was having their last supper together. 

She mourned his death and petted his corpse, and calling him a "good boy" for saving her's and Polnareff's lives.

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Noriaki Kakyoin

- Relationship: Reconciled friendship - She nicknames him "Cherry boy" - She learned about Morioh because of him

- He was one of the few Agents that she actually became close friends with without hang ups, so Medea was very hurt when he "betrayed" DIO because of the Crusaders.

She tried convincing him to leave them and return to Egypt with her, when he refused, she just went: "...Fine! Die with those bastards then!" in grief induced anger. Kakyoin tried reasoning with her before she began harassing them throughout the journey.

They reconciled when she was hospitalized and they started bonding over their first encounters with DIO, as well as having no real friends until they met the Crusaders.

She kept Kakyoin's Walkman that he left behind at the mansion and used it to listen to his music and learned some Japanese, at some point she bought herself a "Pat Metheny Group" album for it and became attached to "Last Train Home", Medea eventually gave it back to him during their train ride to Cairo.

She cradled his body and grieved for him when DIO murdered him in cold blood. After DIO's defeat, she cried over his retrieved corpse and thanked him for everything he's done for her and the Crusaders.

She kept his cherry earrings as a memento to remember him by. In 1993, she originally planned on naming her future son "Noriaki" when she was pregnant, but ended up getting a daughter instead, whom she names "Noriko".

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Medea King belongs to me *And yes, I threw in a Family Guy death pose

[mortal-sarah]

Wait ya’ll I wanna come up with pitches for dramas for all of these *potential* couples just cause. (I don’t have immediate ideas for all of them so feel free to jump in and add yours!)

(For listing the ship names I’m going with whoever said the ship, their name goes first, if they both agreed then whoever said it first in the line-up’s name goes first)

PoohPon:

I actually love that they both said each other so much! I get the vibe that they’re very close friends and I’ve been shipping them in a polycule with Pavel since like day one. That being said I’m unsure what I would want a drama with them to be…I low-key am desperate for Pooh to play a chill character that isn’t haunted by ghosts or a sunshine boy with a sad past obsessed with doing everything to protect his love. Just let Pooh play a normal sweet guy just like he is in real life lol. On the other hand, let Pon be chaotic! I think there’s a lot of possibilities with these two but no ideas off the top of my head.

PavelPing:

Honestly I would just want them to make the bad-ending post-canon PeteBabe au that’s been living in my head where Tony doesn’t die and succeeds in capturing Babe and Pete after Way is shot/dies. And then some not great stuff happens which causes Babe to be pregnant with Pete’s child and then they have to escape together with their kid and they form a super codependent relationship from their trauma🙃 No, but seriously this could be an interesting dynamic. I think I’d want to see something with a darker theme and a dynamic where Ping protects Pavel (cause I think Pavel should always play babygirl-ified men being put in situationsTM).

SailubLee:

First idea that popped into my head was Lee as a handsome young rich CEO and Sailub as an older man (surprise, surprise) who just finished grad school or did his masters or something like that (not sure how all that works in Thailand) and is entering a new career field late in the game. Office romance, chaos ensues.

NutEveryone:

This came to me so fast and out of nowhere and I’m genuinely so proud of it and I think Change should make it cause it would be goooood! Okay so murder mystery! Nut is murdered in the first episode (Nut if you’re reading this don’t click away! Let me cook!). One of the cast is a detective, everyone else is suspects. The show alternates between present day and flashbacks. We slowly find out that not only does everyone (including the detective) have a motive to murder Nut, but everyone was in some way romantically/sexually involved with him! I’m thinking that maybe Nut’s death was a fake out and he staged it himself. He shows up in the last ep like “surprise bitches! bet you thought you’d seen the last of me” to reveal all.

MichaelPop:

Incidentally, I already have something in mind for this one! Rivals to friends to lovers. It starts with them crushing on the same person (preferably Topten lol). And they have sort of a “may the best man win” rivals dynamic but then they fall in love with each other along the way.

ToptenNut:

Topten is the aforementioned detective lol?!? No but seriously I have no idea for these two cause I see them as having more of a mother-daughter dynamic. Maybe we give them a Freaky Friday-esq mother-daughter comedy series?

GarfieldSailub:

Honestly no clue for these two.

BenzLee:

Not sure for these two either. Though I would love to see Benz in a role that really shows off the energetic personality he has in real life!

LeeS:

Give us sugar daddy S Vorarit Change you cowards!!

Who would you want to be in a new ship with?

Pooh: P'pon, P'pon Pavel: Ping. Pavelping! Sailub: Lee Asre! Pon: Pooh! Ping: PingPavel Nut: Everybody. Everyone. Thank you darling Michael: MichaelPop Topten: Nut Supanut, hahahaha! Garfield: Lung Sailub Benz: Lee Asre! Pop: PopMichael Lee: S Vorarit

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

Hot Mess Summer by Melissa Foster

Not sure how to review and rate this book. When I saw it up for review and saw the author’s name I was eager to read it no matter what…I postponed starting till the book was about to disappear from my feed of books to read, and though in an accident a week or so ago…tackled it today…and…it was not the Melissa Foster I have read and grown to love in the past. Melissa Foster has always been a writer of steamy stories that drew me in quickly made me care about the characters and think about how the main characters would find their way to their personal happily ever after. This did not feel the same and I wasn’t sure why so…Google being my friend and not wanting to read a whole lot more after reading the beginning, the end, a bit in the middle, and some online reviews…I realized, after reading a bit on Google,  that this is probably a cathartic writing by the author to deal with her own recent life issues  that may have included a divorce, a move, and a whole lot of personal insight.

Big breath…this author is a skilled writer and her personal journey with insights shared through fiction is a generous gift but perhaps not for everyone – especially as this is not included in the book description. I am still on the fence and a bit stumped because I am not sure if this is a romance or an autobiographical fictional look at the author’s life and a summer spent in a recently purchased home, perhaps with female friends while exploring the area and people she meets BUT am glad that it seems, from blog posts, that she has settled into where she now lives and has the potential for a wonderful future.\

And, with all of that said, I chose NOT to read the book but am hopeful that in writing this book the author will soon find her way to writing the books that I grew to love and look forward to BUT should she have found a new vision for her writing, I will give her next book a try.

Thank you to NetGalley and Montlake for the ARC – This is my honest review.

3 Stars

BLURB

Who buys a cottage in a New England fishing village on a whim? A stressed-out, twice-divorced romance writer and single mother looking for a fresh start, that’s who. Despite what my besties say about my three-year dry spell, I’m not looking for a man. Or drama. Or sex. I’ve got enough on my plate with writer’s block and a daughter who refuses to grow up. Community. That’s what I need. Unfortunately, it seems the universe has other ideas. Either Chatemup, Massachusetts, has a serious shortage of single women, or I’ve become a hot mess magnet for the male species. At least I’ve found one funny, good-hearted friend: fish peddler Declan Miller, my brainstorming adventure buddy who stirs my creative juices. I’m his Writer Girl. He’s my Dimple Dude. Just scruffy, granite-chested, deep-voiced, ex-military brawn who happens to be—oh, Nicole, what are you doing to yourself?—stoking a long-neglected fire without even trying. A self-confessed hot mess, divorced single dad Declan is too old for relationship games. Not interested. Same here. So why do I keep thinking about him? Preferably naked. Because I’m a hot mess, too? At least he’s inspiring me to write. If only real life were like one of my novels. At least then I’d have a better idea of how this was going to end.

[zeciex]

I'm a bit petty with this but I'm glad she didn't marry Cregan or another man who's all nice, chivalrous and supports her mother's claim. That would've been soooo boring, free of drama and real angst and I love toxic shit lmao. This is a personal preference so absolutely no offense to those who enjoy those type of stories, but I generally feel like most of the times where the OFC is married, betrothed or has a side romance with Cregan or another man like him, at least half of the readers turn immediately into Aemond antis. And I don't blame them, with Aemond being Aemond and doing stupid Aemond things and fighting for his side in the war it's hard for a lot of readers, especially when most are team black, not to be like "yeah he doesn't deserve her if he does all this and won't swear allegiance to his half-sister to prove his love for OFC"…which I do get it but like we said previously, he can't betray his family for love just like the OFC can't do it either. Also, after reading dozens of chapters where a clear connection has been established between Aemond and the main female character, one that is clearly based on true love, I really can't bring myself to root for another endgame ship; anything else that is not with Aemond always seems rather forced since it will all be based on duty and all that. Plus I really like the trope in which two persons from two opposing sides do manage to end up together despite all the forces that try to keep them separated. Not to mention that with Cregan specifically, I just don't think he wouldn't keep his father's oath if he didn't get to marry a daughter of Rhaenyra…seems a bit dishonorable for a Stark if you get what I mean and using him as a plot device in a Aemond/OC story when the sole purpose is to make Aemond jealous and feel some pain that someone else is or may be sleeping with the woman he loves is a bit cheap.

Agreed about the girlboss thing. Sometimes I do like the trope and I imagine it's hard not to write a girlboss when your OFC rides a dragon but with Aemond/OFC stories specifically it's a bit overdone at this point. Besides having almost no bad character traits and never suffering any major consequences for their bad decisions, a lot of the times these types of characters also read a bit too modern for a Westerosi woman (even for a Targ princess) while Aemond and most other men still retain a majority of the characteristics medieval men have.

I wonder what decision Daenera will make that is dark and with the intent of securing/freeing herself…it most likely involves killing someone who may be innocent. I suspect she won't manage to free herself though since judging by most of your past comments it seems like she'll be with Aemond during the war? Or maybe she'll reunite briefly with her parents when King's Landing falls but then she'll go back to Aemond when he's occupying Harrenhal to kill him and Alys when hearing about the rumors? Although I've always imagined the next time she'll be seeing any of her parents would be, in the case of her father, before Aemond and Daemon's final battle. It will be a long time but I also can't wait when both of them eventually decide to choose each other. Being loyal to one's side until the bitter end, I'm afraid it would be a death sentence and neither of them will do anything that would get the other one killed so their side can win the war. While some things and crimes will never be forgiven like Luke's and their child's death, the only way both can survive is to choose themselves and be united against those whose actions led to the whole mess they'll be facing in the first place. I also imagine that if she gets pregnant again, they'll take into account their future child's life when making the decision to choose each other and be even more motivated to do so. I also hope Daemon lives to witness her getting pregnant AGAIN with Aemond's child so he can telll her "don't worry I'll get rid of this one too"

Ohh I'm excited about the latest preview!! Alicent will try to force Aemond to marry whoever she wants until the end isn't she? Too bad Aemond won't listen to her this time! Even though I'll be hurt seeing Daenera forced into the (official) marriage with him, I'm also glad he took the opportunity to marry her. I feel like it was always going to be the only chance he was going to have so yeah…

I hear about the stories other people write a lot, but I don't read them since I have paranoia that I will accidentally plagarise it lol But I always go with 'to each their own'. I also prefer my stories where two people who should be enemies and should hate each other, fall in love. I love stories when there's a brutality to their love, when it has teeth and claws--but that there's also this deep seeded love that can't be dismissed. I love stories where no matter how flawed and awful a character is, that there's something to love about them anyway. And that is why I'm writing this. I also chose Baratheon because it would be DRAMA! If she had married Cregan it would all have been tame and just... I wouldn't work. It might have worked with a Lannister, but since they're pro Green, they likely wouldn't support Rhaenyra anyway. Boris Baratheon provided me with the drama and angst I wanted, and it was a plotline that could easily fit into the story -- and his death will also have consequences.

Daenera will have her own girlboss moments, as she's always had. But actions have consequences (for the most part, I do need some level of freedom) and I want to keep to that. Aemond burned Dae= she poisons his sword He exposes her scandalous letter = she sets him up with a whore Aemond helps Boris beat Aran=Boris wants Dae as wife/he basically introduced them lol Daenera fucked aemond = She needed to be married off Daenera stars an affair with aemond = she gets beaten up and is threatened to become a brood mare = she kills him Boris dies = loss of an alliance And so forth. Some consequences are bigger than others, and some are a domino effect. I also fear that if I keep her the same throughout the story, it will go stagnant, so having her lose power and fight to regain it will battle that stagnancy.

I wont reveal anything more, but the act is dark, and it is a way of securing/freeing herself, though she will remain with Aemond and in King's Landing. I am not entierly sure where she'll be, but I am leaning towards her going to Harrenhal before King's Landing falls. And she'll only meet Daemon again to confront him. With Rhaenyra it will be far longer, and Im not to sure when they will meet again.

"I also hope Daemon lives to witness her getting pregnant AGAIN with Aemond's child so he can telll her "don't worry I'll get rid of this one too" Are you kitting me?! This is great! lol I hope by the point that they choose each other, that by doing so they will each work to win the crown, and weave their way into it. It will take great machinations, but I'd like to see them (and especially Daenera) in a crown. But I am not entirely set on the ending just yet, though I really do hope it will end with them on the throne.

Oh, Alicent does NOT want Aemond to marry Daenera. She thinks that it will only bring him ruin and destruction, and with her knowing about the affair, she'd try and force his hand.... though, we know Aemond, he will drag his feet and push it as far off as it can get, and then everything happens and he's like 'this is my opportunity! Aegon gets a crown, I get Daenera its a winwin' and Alicent will have brain bleed trying to wring that idea out of his head. But a marriage with Daenera is sound. Politically it makes sense.

[enchantinglyjade]

Milk & Honey - Ch. 16

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Honey finds one last chance to confess her undying love to Elvis

Warning: NSFW 18+ Character Death, loss of parents, mentions of a heart attack

NSFW Warnings: Oh boy underlying dom/sub dynamics, oral (f.receiving), breeding kink, superhero kink(???), daddy kink, perhaps a hint of mommy kink, unprotected sex

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Two months passed since the day we got arrested. Dad and Pearl officially moved in, as if they weren’t already. Mama still barely talks to me, unless absolutely necessary. I was 'banned’ from seeing Elvis like I was some sort of child, but I told myself to suck it up; Dad found a new job at a factory, which meant he could help with the bills now, which meant I could start saving to move out.

Just a few more weeks, I tell myself. Just a few more weeks of pretending to be the best daughter in the world before I save up enough to afford the cheapest place I can get.

I had come to the conclusion that Pearl had called the cops on us that night, especially after the threats she had been sending. How else would they have known where we were? I lived everyday in disgust knowing I was under the same roof as that monster. Some days I couldn’t even bear being in the same room as her.

Two months passed since Elvis had been sent off to finish his basic training in Arkansas and I hadn’t spoken to him since. Things have definitely changed between us. Things are distant with everyone right now, but Elvis bothered me the most. I’d only see him on the news sometimes, but the army changed him. When he talked he’d be unenergetic, unhopeful, un-him.

Two months passed since the beginning of my loneliness, before the news came.

I go outside to check the mail, tripping over the morning paper on my way back in. I was about to have an internal fit at the damned thing, but then I see the title.

‘Heart attack takes the life of Elvis Presley’s mother’

My stomach drops and I instantly have to bite my lip to try and hold back tears. Elvis must be back home then. Do I go over to send my condolences? The last thing she got to see was her baby getting sent away because of me, would the rest of his family be upset with me? I pick it up, bringing it inside, gnawing on my lip still.

Pearl and Dad sit at the table, Ma in her room. She barely came out of there, barely spoke to Dad either. It made me feel a little better that she wasn’t just having an issue with me, but I still didn’t appreciate the things she said to me. Still, I wanted to know why she was acting so detached from everyone. Thought about asking Dad, but I couldn’t bring myself to barely talk to him either.

I stand at the entrance, reading the rest of the paper. Dad and Pearl continue talking in the background.

“I’m just glad all this boy drama’s done for good now.”

“Me too. It was so stressful seein you two up all night worried if Honey was even alive. I couldn’t imagine puttin you through that Daddy. You’re the only man I could ever love.”

“Well, thank you, Darlin. That’s sweet o’ ya.”

“I’m going over to see him.” I declare, slapping the newspaper onto the table.

They go silent. Pearl retracts her hand from Dads with a sneer from my interruption. He takes a quick glimpse at the paper before leaning back in his chair with a look of dismay. “Honey, I’m sorry to hear about that, but I thought we were done with this. Going back over there just seems like a big waste of that bail money I spent on you.”

I resist the urge to growl at him. “I didn’t ask you to do it.”

“You’d still be in there to this day if it weren’t for me.” He side eyes me, taking a drink of the orange juice in his cup.

“And I’d have a real boyfriend and a mother that spoke to me if it weren’t for the two of you showin up!”

He sets down the cup frustratedly. “Honey, it was bound to come to this eventually, he’s famous. And I know your Mama’s been actin strange, but she’s just goin through a lot, that’s all. We’re just happy that you’re finally back home, but all you keep takin bout is this boy. You got your priorities all jumbled.”

I bite my lip again, looking back down at the paper, blinking tears down my face. I know to an extent he’s right. I hate that he’s even partially right. I’ve barely practiced singing, I have a one time record, I’ve barely been home, but he should still understand. He could get put back in jail if anyone finds out he lives here, but when I do it I’m wrong. He’s been trying to creep his way back in Ma’s life despite the fact that they already got in trouble for being together once, but when I do it my priorities are jumbled.

I take a sharp breath in. “Elvis was there for me when you weren’t, when Ma wasn’t. When everyone tried to change me, he accepted me. He loved me, he cared about me, helped me when I needed him and not once made me feel guilty about the work he put in to do it cause he just wanted to see me happy. I need to be there for him.” I give him a forbidding look, so he knows there’s no changing my mind. Still he tries.

“You’re gonna get yourself hurt again. I’m sure he’s got the whole country outside his door right now. Just call him on the phone or something, stay home where we know you’re safe.”

I turn back to the door, sipping on the first pair of shoes I see. I’ve made up my mind.

“I’m telling you somethin bad’s gonna come out of goin over there!” He shouts, as I open the door.

“Daddy, how come you never get protective over me like that?” Pearl stomps away from the table, but I’m too busy to care about what argument they’re about to have, I’m already running down the sidewalk, pajamas and all. If she wants her ‘daddy’, she can have him. I’m so sick of this whole family. If they don’t wanna love me for who I am, then it’ll just be that easier to leave em! 

I’m gonna march right up to Elvis and tell him just how much I love him, how much I need him. I’ll do everything I can to convince him that I finally don’t care what everyone has to say about me. I’m tired of being the realistic one that worries all day. I’m tired of caring so much about the press and these stupid laws. I don’t wanna care anymore! I just wanna love him. I wanna run away with him, dream with him, marry and have kids with him. I’ll spend 1,000 days in jail if it means I never have to stop loving him, because I’ve come too far to give up now. I want to give people like us hope, I want to show the world two people like us can love each other and ain’t nobody gonna take that from us. We’re on the edge of a breakthrough, I just know it! I just wanna be his.

I run as fast as my legs can carry me, all the way to a bus stop. I learned my lesson from last time never to try and make that walk again. I sit down in a seat, holding onto the railing tightly while I bounce in anxiety. People stare, but I’m too determined with my next goal to really even notice. I get off on the closest street I could, once again running, until I finally see that mansion in the distance. I didn’t think this through, did I?

His house is, in fact, littered with everyone and their mamas, weeping, crying, and shouting in hopes that one of the remaining family members would show their face. Maybe I shouldn’t have come here, or should have called first. How am I supposed to get in? I’ll barely be able to get through the crowd without a car, or a tank, or something!

I take a deep breath.

There’s only so much more we can lose. I just need to go for it while I still have the chance.

I begin walking into the crowd.

I slip behind, to the side of, and underneath fans and press, pushing until I make it to the front. I catch myself on one of metal music notes welded onto the gates, taking the time to rest for a moment while I continue to get bumped into from behind. On the other side stands four security guards. I scan their stern faces, looking for the friendliest one, until I see one I actually recognize.

My exhausted face brightens with hope. I scoot over to him, pushing past a few people with cameras. “Excuse me!” I yell. His eyes alone roll to glance down at me, body unmoving. “I’m Honey James. The one in the news with Elvis. I remember seeing you last time he brought me here. I’m a friend of his, and I really need to see him. Please.” I cross my fingers wishing and praying that’s enough to buy me in. His eyes squink, looking me up and down, before he walks off behind the brick fence. What does that mean? Is he letting me in? Is this a good thing? Where is he going?

“You’re Honey James?!” 

I swivel around to face the voice just in time to have a bulb flash right in my face. I cover my eyes, trying to help them recover, while on the other side of my hand the flashing only gets worse. I shield my head away, pressing myself into the gate. Just then, I stumble forward, feeling my hand lose grip of the metal bars. I open my eyes to see the bodyguards opening the gate. One grabs me, squeezing me through the small opening they allowed. I hear it clank quickly behind me before the rest of the fans can pile through.

I take a deep breath, thanking them, while I watch the fans claw and shout at the gate like wild animals. Seeing them from this side was a whole different level of scary I’d never be able to get used to. Elvis has to see this every time he leaves his house?

The bodyguard walks me up to the front door. A darkness clouds over Graceland, overcasting the beauty I once saw it in. I knock on the white door nervously. Only once Vernon answers does the guard leave my side. He stays silent, waiting for me to speak. My hands begin to shake.

“I-I’m sorry about your loss, and I’m sorry for bothering you, but I was wondering if Elvis is okay and if it’d be alright for me to see him.”

He grips the door harder, swallowing while he looks down at his feet. He nods. “Maybe you can get through to ‘em.” He tilts his head back up at me, new tears brimming. He steps aside, allowing me in.

The door shutting reverberates through the otherwise soulless house clashing only with the sound of sobbing from upstairs. I could have bursted into tears right then and there knowing exactly why and from who those sounds were coming from. I gulp, looking over my shoulder to Vernon. He simply nods, egging me to go see him.

I take slow steps up the stairs, the sobbing getting louder by the inch. Standing in front of his door my anxiety peaks. My heart races as I raise my hand about to knock. Once my fist makes contact with the door, everything stops. The house goes silent. 

I shouldn’t be here. It’s not my place. He probably doesn’t want to see anyone right now. 

My lungs stop needing air and my heart stops beating as his nearing footsteps pound in my ears. I can almost feel his body heat from the other side of the door as we both hesitate with the thin piece of wood separating us from reuniting for the first time in two months. Then, the door opens.

Sunken, empty blue orbs stare back at me, streaming tears of desperation down his pink, puffy cheeks. The life lost in his eyes puts a hard lump in my throat. I try to swallow it down but it only gets tighter.

I stand there speechless. I thought I was going to march in here and give him some big speech about my undying love for him, but I’m quickly realizing how stupid that sounds and how I didn’t have a damn thing to say.

He notices my faltering and turns to walk over to his bed, leaving the door as it was when he was standing in it.

My breath hitches in my chest. Why is this so much harder than I thought it would be?

He sits on the edge of the bed facing me, hands dangling between his legs. I cautiously enter his room, quietly shutting the door behind me. I step closer to him. Once I’m right in front of him, I reach for one of his hands, leaving a kiss on his knuckle, before placing it over my heart.

“I’ve been thinkin bout what you said in the cell that night. Can’t stop thinkin bout it.” His deep, uneven voice starts. I immediately give him my undivided attention. “Bout how I can’t protect you from everything, and you’re right.” He sniffles. “I’m weak. You only get hurt bein around me. I need to be realistic and stop tryna be your superhero.” Shit. Baby, no. “The way your daddy looked at me that night. Your Mama looked so scared when I asked them for help. I can’t be the one gettin in the way of your family.”

I bite my lip hard, until I muster enough strength to speak. “I came here because I wanted to tell you how much I love you.” My voice cracks. I look away, composing myself before continuing. “I can’t take away the fact that we went to jail. Okay? It’s done. My family will always be disappointed in me for that no matter what I do. They’ve done so little to support me. For my whole life really. I love my mama, I appreciate everything she’s done for me, I understand why she did what she did, but I can’t just forget that she made me spend my entire childhood learning how to be white. You saw it, you were there. To this day, my own Mama can’t accept who I truly am, let alone my Dad, or Pearl.” I spit out her name. The lump comes back in my throat x10. “It’s always just been you. You’re all I have.” The words barely make it out of my mouth. I hold tighter onto his hand, still keeping it against my aching heart.

He still has yet to look at me. He puts his free hand against his forehead as if to block his view of me. He takes a deep breath. “Honey, I can’t be the man you need me to be anymore.” He says softly. “I-I got so much goin on. Everyone’s telling me what to do, who to be, fillin my head, I’m in the army now, I just- I just lost-...” He dips his head further down into his lap, sniffling. “I don’t think I can handle much anything else. I ain’t strong enough no more.”

He called me Honey. Not Bumble, not baby, not darlin. My name.

My eyes widen, not wanting to believe what I’m hearing. “Elvis, you are the strongest man I know. What are you tryna say? Because it sounds like-” I don’t even want to say it. “…like you wanna leave me.”

He takes a shaky exhale. “I ain’t got no other choice, Honey.”

My jaw hangs open and my eyes fill with tears, hopelessly searching for any signs of love left in him. No, no, no. This isn’t how I imagined this going at all. This wasn’t supposed to happen. “Yes you do! It’s Colonel that’s been filling your head, making you feel like you ain’t in control.” I run my hands through my hair, panicking.

“I can’t keep getting in trouble with the law. Honey, I have nothing.”

I drop down on my knees, trying to see his face, but he keeps blocking me. “Baby, you have me! I love you. You always say it’s us against the world. I’m not just gonna leave you when you’re hurtin most.”

He gulps, shaking his head. “Everytime we’re together somethin bad happens. I couldn’t even protect my own Mama from herself, I’ll never be strong enough to protect you from the world.”

Tear after tear runs down my face. “Elvis, please.”

“Honey, I can’t.”

“I love you!”

“They’re sendin me to Germany tomorrow!” He blurts out, bursting into tears. “I couldn’t be with you even if I wanted.” His voice muffled by his hands. 

I sink further down onto my feet. “Elvis…” I whisper.

He takes his hands away from his face, finally looking at me, only to burst back into tears seconds after. “Bumble, I need you so bad.”

My pained heart swells, crying just as he is. “Can I stay one last night with you?” I reluctantly ask, but beg with my whole heart for a yes.

“Yes. Baby, please.” He nods, choking out a sob. “Please.” I reach up, wrapping my arms around his neck. He helps me crawl into his lap, grabbing my thighs while I straddle him. I rock him in place, running my nails through his hair, while he cries into my shoulder. 

He wraps his arms around my back, holding me close. I don’t know when or how, but eventually the rocking turns into something more…desperate, subtle, but there’s definitely a change in intention. His sobs simmer into heavy breathing and his hands drop to knead into the flesh of my ass, brushing me against his lap. After a moment, his head pops back up, tears now dried to his cheeks. He stares between my eyes and my lips. “Please.” He whispers.

Before I know it, our lips are crashing into one another’s, needy, suffering, trembling. I kiss him hard, pressing into him with my entire being, wanting to be impossibly close to him. He grabs my hips, pushing me down onto his growing hardness, making my thighs clench at the feeling of him poking in all the right places.

He pulls away, already out of breath. “Lay down, baby.” I follow his order without hesitation, climbing off of him to lay on the bed. He stands, pulling his shirt off. “Take your clothes off for me.” I quickly throw off my top, tossing it to the ground. I reach for my shorts and- “Slowly.” I reach for my shorts slowly bringing them down my legs. When they reach my feet, I toss them over on top of the shirt.

For the last article of clothing, I lay back down, propping my head on the pillow so I can still see him. He messes with his belt buckle, watching me intensely from the bottom of the bed. Sensually, I graze my hands down my stomach, past my panties, across my thighs, then back up towards the panties again. I toy with the hem, watching his eyes sharpen as he quickly begins to regret giving me that last command. Finally giving into his wishes, I pull them down, purposely squeezing my thighs together so though I was bare for him, he still couldn’t see anything. I balance them on my big toe, letting it hang in the air, before kicking them at his feet.

Still squeezing my legs together I watch as he pulls off the last of his own clothing, before crawling to me on the bed. He drags his hands up my shins, stopping at my knees. He gently attempts to push them apart, but I don’t budge. “Open up to me, baby. I wanna memorize every perfect lil part of ya.” He plants a kiss on my knee while glancing up at me, a flash of warning darting across his eyes. Like that, my legs turn to gelatin, falling apart at the slightest nudge from his pinky finger. “That’s right, mama. Open up, nice and wide. That’s a good girl.” Any bratty, hard to get attitude I had just flew out the window. I was his.

He holds my thighs in his hands, spreading them to his liking. His bloodshot eyes staring deep into my core, watching every ache and throb I have for him. Without any other warning, he dives in.

I cry out, body melting into the bed while he devours me. He licks long strips over my hole and against my clit. Each time his tongue makes contact with me my body tenses, over and over again. 

“Tell me how much you love me.” He demands, breath grazing over my sensitive areas.

I moan out, closing my eyes. “Baby, I love you so much. No one- Ah! No one more than you. Everything- The way you sing, your dreams. I love when you take care of me. I love acting small and helpless, waiting for my superhero to come save me.”

What started as a game of make believe, quickly turned into much more over the course of the passing years. The playful dynamic seemed to creep up between us in nearly every aspect of life; the beautiful, defenseless princess and the strong, handsome superhero. As much as I try to prove to him how strong I can be, and as much as he knows exactly how strong I am, I’ve always loved taking the role of his princess.

He takes a slow lick. “Am I your superhero, baby?”

“Yes.” I whimper out.

He leaves a sloppy, wet, loud kiss on me followed by a moan that vibrates through my stomach and up my spine. “You want Daddy to get out of the Army and come save his princess when she’s all helpless and alone?”

“Yes!” And I really meant it too.

He groans at my answer, once again vibrating through me. He takes shameless, nearly offensive licks, eyebrows furrowing in concentration and passion. “I know why God named you Honey.” He goes to sucking on my bundle of nerves, running the tip of his tongue on it with each purse of his lips. “You tell me when you’re gonna cum, alright.” He warns.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum.” I honestly blurt out without thinking of the repercussions. 

He stops.

He sits up on his knees, stroking himself while he watches me twitch and gasp for air. My legs snap back together, looking for any type of friction, but he’s quick to stop me, keeping them spread apart so my heat remains open and exposed to the cold, dead air. “Oh, no you don’t. When you cum, you’re cummin around me. I wanna feel you squeeze the life right outta me, takin everything I give you.”

I whimper, thighs clenching for stimulation, warmth, anything! “I just wanna be yours, Elvis. Please!” Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, whether from need, sadness, or both, I’m unsure.

He bends over me, using his body to separate my legs now. He creeps towards my face with a promising look. “I’ll give you what you need, mama. You know Daddy’s always gonna take care of you. I always do.” He lines himself up and pushes in, wasting no time to start moving. I gasp, throwing my arms around him, touching him anywhere my hands could reach. “Already so quick to take me, Bumble. Always so tight for me.”

Oh! I wanna stay his Bumble forever. I bury my head into him, trying to find ways to make this moment last for an eternity.

His movements gain speed, panting into my hair, before kissing me hungrily. “Gonna make you all mine, Bumble. Okay? You wanna be mine?” All I can do is nod, moan, and grate my nails into the sheets. He sits up on his knees again, pressing his hand onto my stomach while he thrusts into me causing me to thrash my head into the pillows. My legs close around his arm, moans muffling through the soft object I hide my face in.

He reaches up immediately, flinging the pillow to the other side of the room, before grabbing my jaw to face him once more. “Uh uh, look at me.” He takes each thigh into his arms, holding them taut in place. “Daddy’s gonna make you his. Only his.” Not a second longer does he wait to thrust into me as hard and fast as the position allows.

I claw into the sheets, a long ‘Ahh’ escaping my mouth, every other syllable bouncing from my lungs. A bead of sweat rolls off his brows, dropping onto my stomach as his hand wraps around my leg to flick at my clit. It’s not long before I’m thrown over the edge, back arching off the bed. I peak with tears in my eyes that continue long after I’ve come down. He grabs my hips, bringing them down to meet each of his sloppy thrusts. He only gets through a handful of more pushes, before he holds my hips flush against his. He goes mostly still, aside from small grinds every other second. I feel him throb inside of me, while he throws his head back with a groan. A warm sensation pools in the pit of my stomach, filling me and coating both of us before slowly leaking out onto the blanket below.

He looks back down at me, mouth agape and eyes blown, proud and possessive. He looks between us admiring his work, making a few small extra thrusts to push back in what had dripped out. I whimper, feeling sensitive while I continue to ride the aftershocks, clenching tightly around him.

Once we’re both panting and tired out, I pull him down on top of me, never wanting to let go and never wanting him to pull out. His body warms me and my heart, countering the coldness of the room and of life at the moment. I sniffle, crashing down hard from my high and let out a sob into his hair. “We were never meant to work, were we?”

Everytime we get so close something always has to get in the way. Our first kiss as kids, he got cold feet. When we started becoming better friends as teens, he moved away. That second kiss as adults, he went on tour. Then when he came back around, Michael got in the way. And now this. Time after time it’s been proven. It’s never going to work.

He lifts himself onto his forearm, grabbing my face to rub away my tears. “Baby, don’t cry. I’m barely strong enough to keep myself together. I can’t see you hurt like this too. I wanna remember you with a smile.”

I close my eyes, pressing into his hand with a weak smile like he asked. Still, I’m unable to accept that he was going away tomorrow. “Don’t leave me again.”

He continues to stare deep into my eyes with a weak, hopeless expression. “Baby, I wanna do everything but leave you. I thought for years bout how I’d propose to you one day. Thought about what house I’d buy for you and our babies, but every day that passes the more I realize I will never be able to give you that life. Every day is gonna be living hell for you in my world. Half my fans are upset I got a girlfriend in the first place, I ain’t never gonna be home, I’m being sent away for two years, and to top it off, everything we been doin is against the law. I can’t stand the sight of ever seein you in jail again, ‘specially cause of me. You deserve a better life than the one I’m givin you.”

He holds my face with both hands. “But Bumble, you’re my special girl, don’t never question it. You're my pretty darlin, my lil mama…the love of my life…everything. Always be.” He sighs, still staring down at my sorrow filled eyes, before giving me a deep, mourningful kiss with all his might. “I won’t never forget you, Bumble.”

I look up at his face through my tears, cherishing all his pretty little features I won’t get to see again. “I love you.” I whisper.

“I love you too, baby.”

I pull myself together enough to cuddle in his arms one last time. 

As heartbroken as I was, the truth doesn’t truly settle in until I wake up the next morning. It’s colder than normal, blankets seem heavier, and the mattress feels…lighter. It’s not until I turn over in bed to find absolutely nothing that I completely lose hold of myself. My best friend, my childhood crush, my future husband, all those dreams gone. Joking together as kids, the sneaking around, singing, dancing together, the long drives, Michael, Pearl, Dixie, all of it was for nothing.

I was left with nothing.

Nothing but a small note on the pillow.

‘I’ll miss you. Always and forever. - E’

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Day 2: Breeding Kink

Day 2 of Kinktober and… I got carried away with this one. The others are not going to be nearly as long as this one, so you guys are gonna be spoiled with this. I hope you enjoy it! Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ only content. Some warnings for violence and blood mentioned, though nothing too graphic. PinV sex, unprotected, consensual, nonhuman character, exophilia, slight hint of biting kink

Tags: Dilf!werewolf x reader, exophilia, kinktober

Moonlight Through Colored Leaves

When you’d first moved to the tiny Irish town in the middle of nowhere, you’d originally hoped to escape the family drama that haunted you back in America. Thanks to your grandfather’s Irish immigration, you’d been able to get an Irish citizenship and move relatively easily. So, you’d packed your bags, only told your grandfather where you were going, and boarded the first flight to Ireland you could catch.

You’d quietly made your way to your grandfather’s tiny hometown far out in the countryside, and moved into the long-since abandoned house that had belonged to your ancestors before. Though it had been run down and you’d had to do some major repairs and cleaning, you’d finally made a cozy cottage on the outskirts of the small village-like town.

The town had been quite welcoming and friendly, and you’d quickly found a job working at the local town pub as a waitress. Your boss had been very welcoming, and you’d earned favor from your coworkers and boss for your hard work and quiet, unassuming diligence. The pay was good, and you found yourself growing comfortable in the sleepy town life, meeting your neighbors and getting familiar with the town dynamics.

You’d just gone in for your shift of the day when conversation caught your ear. You put on your waitress apron, pulling your hair up into a ponytail and walking out to the bar to grab your tray.

“Did you hear about the news?” Jaina asked, arms propped on the countertop. “I mean, about that Romanian vamp that landed on Scotland the other day. Word is that he’s headed this way.”

“Well why would it want teh come here?” Sean snorted. “We’re out in teh middle o’ nowhere, Janie, t’ere ain’t not’in’ here t’at it would want.”

“Well didn’t you hear that apparently they’re expecting Agent Blue to be chasing it down with the Dullahan?” Jaina hissed. “Why wouldn’t they come over here?”

You hid your discreet grimace, instead walking out in front of the bar. To your delight and surprise, you found yourself facing a familiar little figure sitting at the bar in a corner. The little girl caught sight of you and squealed, waving.

You went over to her giving her a hug. “Well hello there, Miss Morrigan,” you greeted cheerfully. “How are you this fine evening? Having a drink?” you teased, noticing the glass of juice near her notebook.

She giggled, nodding. “Yeah! I’m with Daddy today,” she answered, feet kicking against the bar. She turned her head to see the bartender approaching. “Daddy!” she said excitedly. “Look, it’s the nice neighbor lady I told you about!”

You looked up to see Lysander Sullivan standing there, polishing a glass with a cloth. He gazed down at his daughter with a fond look deep in his eyes, then turned to look at you, his ice blue eyes meeting yours.

“Is that so?” he asked, his deep voice a low rumble in the relatively quiet bar. It hadn’t gotten to heavy traffic times, so there weren’t many people around yet. His grey-flecked hair had been swept back into an elastic band, and his beard had been neatly trimmed.

You gave him a small, shy smile, a little embarrassed. Though you knew that the man lived next to your property, you’d been a bit timid about approaching him. He was a kind enough gentleman from everything you’d seen and heard, and he’d watched out for you as you worked, but you didn’t see any reason why he’d be interested in any further contact with you. After all, you were a younger woman in your mid-twenties that lived alone.

“Yeah! She helps me with homework sometimes,” Morrigan prattled on, “and she lets me water her flowers!”

You laughed a little, feeling the color splash across your cheeks. “Well, I certainly enjoy the little Queen’s company,” you admitted. You’d heard some of the other workers gossip about Lysander, saying that he was a single father to nine-year-old Morrigan and that her mother had died in a tragic accident. You didn’t really know, and you’d tried not to pry or overhear too much. The man had a right to privacy, just like you had things you were running from as well.

“Thank you for looking out for the little cub,” Lysander said, a small smile crossing his face. He mellowed out around his daughter, his love clear in how he interacted with her.

“Of course. It’s a delight,” you said, smiling at Morrigan. “She’s a smart little cookie, aren’t you, Queenie?” you asked, tugging at her pigtail teasingly.

She giggled. “Yeah!” Then she tilted her head at you. “Are you working with Daddy tonight?” she asked curiously.

“O-oh, well, sort of,” you stammered, taken aback a little. “He works behind the counter, but I serve people out there,” you said, motioning to the tables. “So I guess we do, in a way.”

Morrigan nodded sagely. “Ohhh, so you do the food and Daddy does the drinks.” She nodded, satisfied at her conclusion. “Oh, I’m making a drawing! I want you to see it later, when I’m finished,” she said, tugging at your sleeve.

You smiled. “Of course, Queenie. You just let me know and I’ll pop by when I have a moment, alright?” you promised.

She nodded, turning back to her notebook and picking up her crayons again. Tongue poked out, she diligently returned to her masterpiece. You gave her a fond smile, noting the way the soft lights made a halo in her blonde hair.

“She’s such an angel,” you murmured, grabbing some straws from the bar to stick into your pocket.

“Aye, that she is.” Lysander’s comment almost startled you. He glanced at you across the bar, the sleeves of his crisp maroon button-up rolled halfway up his arms. “I apologize for not bein’ a better neighbor,” he remarked.

You blinked, then reached up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. “Oh, no— not at all,” you blurted, then gave him a chagrined smile. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’d met Morrigan when she was coming back from school, since I was in the front yard. She just… hopped on over, so I said hi. Honestly I should have introduced myself better, but…” You bit your lip. “I just kept putting it off because I didn’t want to bother you…”

He blinked, then chuckled slightly, as though surprised. “An’ here I thought it was ‘cause you didn’t really like me for some reason,” he said, amusement laced in his tone.

You gave him a horrified look. “Oh! Not at all!” You shook your head with a sigh, tugging mournfully at your ponytail. “I’m… notoriously bad at meeting people for the first time,” you groaned. “I just get nervous and tongue tied and I don’t know how to interact and… ugh.” You winced. “I am sorry, Mr. Sullivan. I should be a better neighbor, especially since I somehow got to know your daughter.” You half-laughed at yourself.

He waved you off. “I’m just glad you get along with Mor,” he chuckled. “She speaks endlessly about you. Seems like you’ve impressed her.”

You looked up at him, genuinely surprised. “Really?” you wondered, glancing at the girl. Then you smiled. “Well, I’m flattered. She’s such a smart, curious girl. I’m rather honored that she’d find me interesting.” You breathed a laugh, then glanced up at him. “I should get to my station, but… if you don’t mind, would it be alright if I swung by tomorrow to say hi and properly introduce myself?”

He nodded calmly. “Of course. She gets back home from school at three, if you wanted to catch her as well.”

You nodded, propping the tray on your hip. “Thank you! I’ll do that. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll stop procrastinating and actually start working,” you laughed, and walked off with a wave.

The night progressed relatively smoothly, customers rotating in and out with regulars stopping by. The crowds ebbed and flowed, sometimes more rowdy and sometimes more calm. Still, you enjoyed the atmosphere and the liveliness of it all. Despite it being a pub, and an Irish one at that, the town was small and most people knew everyone else. Plus, Lysander was the bartender for more than one reason. Everyone knew that making trouble of any sort was not tolerated and had force to back it up.

You occasionally popped by Morrigan’s place at the bar, either to have a chat or to admire the progress she’d made on her drawing. And throughout the night, your worries started to mount the more gossip you heard around the pub. Some of them had heard confirmation that the Romanian vampire gone mad was making a beeline for Ireland, though no one seemed to know why. There were even more rumors that Agent Blue, the famous Will-o-the-Wisp, was after the rampaging Pricoli. And still others said that the Scott Pack would be making a reappearance.

Once you’d finished your shift and helped close up shop, you started the trudge back to your cottage down the road. It wasn’t a far walk, really, and it gave you some time to think and clear your head from the smells of the pub. Reaching up, you pulled your hair free from the ponytail and sighed, shoulders slumping.

You’d come to Ireland to escape your problems, but it felt like they were all closing in on you as the days went by. As you got home and got ready for bed, you wondered if it was asking too much to hope for some peace.

Instead, you distracted yourself by trying to think of something to make for the Sullivans the next day. You didn’t want to go empty handed, after all. Maybe some bread-?

You fell asleep thinking about it.

~

You’d just lifted your hand to knock when the door flung open. Morrigan practically tackled you, wrapping her arms around your waist with a shriek of greeting.

Laughing, you balanced yourself and wrapped an arm around her. “Well hello, Queenie,” you greeted. “It’s wonderful to see you.”

She grabbed your hand and dragged you in, chattering happily about her day at school. “Oh, and you should have heard how everyone laughed!” She interrupted herself as she led you into the kitchen. “Daddy, she’s here!” she called.

Trying to balance the homemade sourdough in one hand while still holding Morrigan’s with the other, you looked up to give Lysander a helpless smile. “Hello, Mr. Sullivan,” you greeted, a little breathlessly.

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching up in amusement. “Well hallo, Miss,” he greeted back, wiping his hands with a towel. “Mor, why don’t you let her set the plate down before anything drops,” he said, shaking his head.

Morrigan let go of your hand, bouncing up and down. “Ooh, what is it?”

You offered it to Lysander, a little flustered. “I… well, I didn’t really want to come without an offering, so… I made some homemade sourdough,” you offered, a little awkwardly. “I hope you like it, it’s a fresh batch, still warm.”

He took it from you with a nod. “Thank you. We love sourdough, don’t we, Mor?” He seemed far more comfortable in his own home, less stoic and stern than in the pub.

Morrigan nodded, throwing up her hands with a cheer. “Yeah!” She danced around. “I love bread!” Then she grabbed your hand again. “Oh, oh, you gotta come see my room! Daddy just made me a new desk, and it’s really nice and shiny!”

Lysander waved you off as you turned to him. “Go ahead. Oh, I was going to invite you to dinner,” he added. “If you’d like. The food is almost done, actually. Your bread will be a perfect addition.”

You smiled. “I’d be honored. Thank you.” Then you let Morrigan drag you away.

By the time Lysander called for you both, you’d been given the official tour of her room and had happily listened to her tell stories of what she’d done at school and the projects she planned to do in the coming days. The little girl always cheered you up with her bright and cheerful presence. If anything, it eased your heart to see the little girl clearly so healthy and happy with her Father. She openly adored him, quite the Daddy’s girl.

As the three of you sat down at the table, you realized with a slight start that you’d never felt so comfortable in Ireland as you did in this moment. It felt… right, like you’d finally come home.

“Thank you for the food,” you said, giving Lysander a grateful smile. “It looks amazing.” The soup simmered in the bowls, while the sourdough bread had been cut into slices and set by the butter.

He nodded. “Thank you for the bread.” He passed the steamed potatoes, and everyone dug into the meal.

You let out a soft hum of contentment as you ate, enjoying the rich flavors and the homey comfort food. Clearly Lysander was a good cook, and you almost envied Morrigan for being able to come home to this every night. Not that you weren’t a good cook yourself, but you supposed company really did make a difference.

“The bread is so good!” Morrigan chirped, taking a giant bite of the bread slathered in butter.

You laughed softly. “I’m glad, Queenie. Take it slow,” you warned, worried she’d choke. “The bread isn’t going anywhere.”

She nodded, scarfing down her food. “Oh, oh, Daddy, cartoons are on soon! Can I please go watch? I did all my homework!”

Lysander nodded. “Alright. Go take your dishes to the sink.”

“Thank you! Morrigan cheered, sliding down from her chair and carefully taking the dishes. She trotted to the kitchen, then got herself a glass of juice and went to go to the living room.

You realized with a slight start that this was the first time you’d been alone with Lysander. Looking down at your spoonful, you wondered if you should maybe ask him the questions that pressed on your mind. Perhaps he would know. Then again… it’s not as though he were related to your grandfather’s clan… and not to mention, most of the people in the town didn’t even know that you were aware of the nonhuman community. In fact, you were rather positive that your coworkers thought you didn’t.

“If I may ask, what brought you to this small town?” Lysander asked, his voice calm and mellow. His blue eyes glanced up at you, and the question died on your tongue.

“Oh… family history, actually,” you admitted with a smile. “And, well…” You shrugged lightly. “I needed to get away for a while. I wanted a fresh start, somewhere where people didn’t really know me.”

“Understandable.” He nodded. “I essentially did the same with Morrigan when we moved here a few years ago.”

You hummed, reaching for a piece of bread. He handed you the butter, and you gently grasped the sleeve of his flannel for a moment. “You’ve got a bit on your clothes,” you said, wiping the smeared butter off with a napkin. You’d just let go when your fingers brushed across his briefly as you took the butter. You didn’t notice the way he froze, his movements jerky as he pulled his hand back.

“Thank you.” He cleared his throat. “Do you— I mean, does any of your family still live here?”

You shook your head. “Not exactly. But technically, my extended family is here. My grandfather immigrated from Ireland to America, where I was born, but through marriage there are still people here I’m technically connected to.” You shrugged. “I haven’t really gotten in contact with them, though. They probably don’t know me that well,” you laughed with a rueful shrug. You glanced at him for a moment. “I bet it’s even harder when you have children.”

He glanced toward the living room, where the faint sound of the cartoons floated through the house. “Well, I suppose,” he admitted thoughtfully. “Still, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. She’s my life, really.”

You lowered your eyes to your plate, unable to deny how your chest tightened at the way his voice softened when he spoke of his daughter. You’d always tried to forget how much you’d been attracted to the older man. You’d only ever dated once, and while he’d been nice enough and it had ended cordially, you still hadn’t been able to forget the lingering feeling of disappointment you’d had from the experience. You’d known, after that, that it would either be a long time before you ever tried dating again or it would have to be to someone whose maturity at least matched yours. And, unfortunately for you, that tended to mostly apply to men past their forties.

You really did try to forget how Lysander ticked all the boxes.

“I can see why.” You smiled. “She’s really precious.” Your eyes slid toward the living room. “Does she… inherit from you?”

Lysander looked up, his gaze suddenly piercing as he stared at you openly.

You gave him a faint smile. “I don’t talk much about it, but my grandfather comes from the local O’Connor Faoladh Tribe,” you said calmly, taking another sip of the soup.

His shoulders relaxed, the hard edge in his expression melting away. “Ah. Yes, she does. But she hasn’t fully shifted yet. It will be another year, we think. Are you-?”

You shook your head. “Oh, no. It’s funny, really,” you said thoughtfully, motioning with your spoon. “My grandfather is Faoladh, and my mother’s side of the family is a lycanthrope pack.” Your lips twitched. “And somehow, I got the recessive genes and ended up a simple Seer.”

His eyebrow raised. “Not so simple, I’d think,” he remarked. “Aren’t Seers rather uncommon now?”

You shrugged. “For a reason. There’s plenty of potential but not many who actively practice anymore. The price is heavy for knowledge like that.”

He gave you a discerning look. “Is that what you’re running from?”

Your silver spoon clinked softly as you set it down on the edge of the plate. “I suppose you could say that,” you murmured. Your eyes closed as you shoved away the memories of distant screaming, the crackle of fire, crimson splashed across stone floors— “Or maybe toward something.” After all, you mused, there had been a reason you’d felt drawn to your grandfather’s homeland, and town in particular. And of course, you’d never been one to fight Fate too hard.

“Perhaps so,” he conceded. Then he stood. “May I take your plate?”

“Oh— please, let me help.” You stood, taking your dishes and starting towards the kitchen. “At least let me wash or dry.”

When you finally got back home, you sat down on the couch and buried your face into your hands. Seeing Morrigan and Lysander together had stirred up old memories you’d long since tried to forget. Old desires that you’d thought you’d given up on: hopes and dreams of a family to call your own.

You crawled into bed, everything inside you aching. After all, what could a Seer with a cursed fate possibly offer anyone?

~

The night the Dullahan rode into town, you’d just started closing up the pub on night shift duty.

They’d ridden in, followed by the famous Agent Blue clad in his dark robes and carrying his lantern over his shoulder. He strode in the door, followed by the Dullahan. At first, you hadn’t even noticed the other figure trailing behind them.

Your Boss, Dorian, had walked out of the back room to greet them. He, of everyone in the town, was the only one to know of your heritage, as the elected leader of the supernatural community in the town. He nodded to the group as they entered.

“Welcome, Dullahan, Agent Blue.” He nodded at them, shaking the Will-o-the-Wisp’s hand.

“Greetings in return, Chief Dorian,” Agent Blue replied, his face still covered by the hood. “Apologies for the intrusion. I’m sure you’ve heard of the Pricoli that’s been running amok all over the Isles.”

Dorian nodded. “We certainly have. I assume you’ve come on a hunt.”

“We have. And I’ve brought someone with me.” Agent Blue turned, motioning towards the back of the group.

You’d been distracted, still working on trying to finish clearing up and getting out of the way. If your boss had asked, you were ready to offer to serve the new guests as well, giving Lysander a glance that he returned with a small nod.

It wasn’t until you straightened and turned around, finished, that you heard a familiar, startled voice call your name. Turning, you looked up and saw, to your shock, a very familiar face staring at you. You froze as the figure lunged forward, wrapping you in a tight hug. After a moment, you awkwardly hugged him back, mind whirling.

“What are you doing here?” Your younger brother stared at you incredulously, holding your arms. “I didn’t even know you left home! Last I heard you were still there.”

You grasped his sleeves, disoriented. “O-Oh. Ray,” you gasped, processing. “I—“ You suppressed a flinch. “I just… moved into grandfather’s old cottage,” you stammered, then looked down. “I had to get away,” you said quietly. “It was too much.”

Of all your family, you knew that Ray would best understand. He’d been the only one to really stand up for you back home, try to support you as best as he could, being a younger sibling. When everyone else constantly reminded you of your Fate, your Destiny, Ray had been the only one who had encouraged your personal hopes and dreams, had listened to your fears and worries.

He sighed. “I mean, I can’t blame you,” he said, shaking his head. “Still… does anyone know?”

You scoffed slightly, turning your head away. “Only Grandfather ever cared about me besides you, Ray. There’s no one else who probably even asked.” You shrugged. “How is school?” You’d been the one to support him when he decided to move to Scotland to attend University. He, too, had wanted to escape home.

He grinned. “Pretty great, actually!” Then he glanced behind him. “Turns out my best mate is actually one of Agent Blue’s sons, so when the whole Pricoli thing went down, I offered to be his in to the Faoladh Tribe here. For formality, y’know.” He shrugged. “I remembered what Grandfather had always taught us about how picky Faoladh are about tradition.”

You nodded. “Yeah…” You huffed slightly. “Technically only the people in here right now even know that I’m a part of the supernatural community,” you said dryly.

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s some dedication to keep it quiet. How has the local gossip train not found you out yet?”

You snorted. “Maybe because I’ve always been quiet and kept my mouth shut.” You rolled your eyes at him, though a smile twitched on your lips. “And we both know who never can.”

He playfully cuffed your shoulder. Then he grinned. “Oh, but guess what?” His eyes sparkled. “I found my Mate!”

Your eyes widened. “Really?” Your heart lightened for him, happy that your younger brother had finally found his Mate. “Does she know yet?”

He shook his head, face falling a little. Well, not yet. I mean, I’ve kinda only just met her and all, so… and it’s kinda awkward, cause…” He winced. “Well, she’s my best mate’s younger sister.”

You gave him an incredulous look, then sighed, shaking your head. “Well, good luck with that one, Ray,” you snorted. “You’ve gotten yourself into quite the situation with that one.”

He shrugged. “I know, but…” His grin turned goofy. “She’s so pretty. You should see her. She’s even pretty sassy, kinda like you are with me.”

You laughed softly, patting his arm. “Well, I’m glad I was able to catch up with you. If you need a place to stay, you know my house is always open to you.”

He nodded. “Thanks, sis. I should probably head back. I don’t know what else they might want me for.” He paused, then gave you an odd look. “Have you… found anyone?”

You blinked at him, startled. “What? Ray, you know what my Fate says.” You frowned.

An odd expression crossed his face, then he shook his head. “Yeah, I know. Just… don’t forget the promise you made me.”

You sighed. “I won’t, Ray.” As if you ever could, you thought with a hint of bitterness. He wouldn’t let you.

He squeezed your hand, slipping a piece of paper into your grasp. “Text me. I wanna keep in touch.”

You nodded, pocketing the note. “Thanks. Good luck, Ray. Stay safe.”

He nodded, then jogged back to Agent Blue with a wave. You were left to stand there, your heart sinking with every step he took away from you. Everything was lining up far too well. Though you’d vainly hoped to escape from the Fate that had hung over your head for so long, it seemed as though you’d just walked right into it instead.

Turning back to the bar, you quietly packed up your things. Bidding Lysander goodnight, you checked to make sure Dorian didn’t need you and headed back for home.

It was only a matter of time.

~

Rain splattered against the ground, heavy and thick like a curtain. Shielding your eyes from the drops, you pushed yourself to run, faster, as fast as you could. There was no time left to think.

The vision you’d had kneeling under the large Fae Maypole tree you’d found in the forest nearby kept flashing through your mind, insistent and horrific. Your Fate loomed, past and future meshing into the present in ways you could hardly stand. You’d thought you’d been running, cowardly but maybe safe from the Sword of Damocles—but now here you were, fallen headlong into the trap of the Fate you’d known since childhood would claim your life.

And yet your feet would not stop running, pushing you forward without hesitation. Was this not worth it? Was this Fate—this Fate that you’d feared for so long, hated and loathed and tried in futility to escape—was it truly so horrendous? Now that you were here? In this moment of truth?

You barreled up the steps, slamming your shoulder against the door without a pause. It broke, sending you headlong across the threshold to skid across the carpet. Ignoring the burn on your arm, you looked up as you heard a scream. Morrigan’s face stared at you, sheet white as she curled up in fear by the foot of the couch.

Jacking yourself up, you didn’t take time to glance behind you. “Mor, into the safe room,” you gasped, “your Daddy sent me, okay? I need you to get in the safe room, now.”

She nodded shakily, bravely scrambling to her feet and running towards the safe room that Lysander had made for her. Nothing would get through the doors, you knew, once they locked. You waited until you heard the lock click, then turned and scrambled back out the busted door.

In the empty area between your houses, out on the outskirts of the town, everything seemed oddly distant yet crystal clear. Your memories nudged at you, whispering about the deja vu that filled your every pore at the sight of the green, rolling grass and the relentless rain that poured over everything. In the distance, the red glare of a fire fueled by gas and undaunted by rain began to dominate the color of the sky.

It didn’t surprise you when cold fingers wrapped around your throat, leaving mottled bruises to bloom against your skin. You stood still, knowing that any movement might crush your throat. You may have been Fated to die, but not until you’d finished your task.

The enraged Pricoli snarled, hissing in your ear. “I know he sent you to hide her,” he sneered. “You helpless, pitiful Seer. For all your preeminence, did you not find a way to best me?” he barked a laugh, maniacal and loud. “You useless Seers and your cursed fates—and for what? A single moment of ruined glory?”

Your breath shallowed, airflow restricted. Agent Blue, several Dullahan, your brother, Dorian, and Lysander all emerged from the tree line, pausing as they saw you being held hostage. You closed your eyes for a moment as the icy hands constricted around your throat even further.

“Tell me where she is, and you get to live, Seer,” he snarled, his face nearing your ear. “She is my perfect match, my BloodSong. She is fated to be mine, my apprentice!” he howled. “Give her to me, my right!” His nails started to lengthen, turning into claws, digging against your skin. “Or I’ll drink you dry first and use you as fuel to take these maggots down.”

You brother’s face had gone ashen in horror, staring at you as though trying to deny his own eyes. His face twisted in despair.

“I’ll never give her up to you,” you answered, aware that everyone could hear you despite the rain. You tilted your head up, letting the rain wash over your face. “I am a Seer,” you declared, loudly, proud of it for the first time in your life. “And I embrace the Curse of my Fate. I pay the price gladly, if it means the power to make sure you never lay a finger on her.”

The Pricoli snarled, the rage almost audibly warping his voice into something demonic. “Then meet your Fate, Seer.”

Your knees gave out the moment his fangs ripped into your jugular. Strangely enough, the pain wasn’t even that bad, you mused hazily. Your eyes—were they blurred by tears or the rain?—rolled up to see your brother, mouth open as he reached for you. Even Lysander, white fur matted and soaked, had his maw open as his snout pointed to the sky.

Distantly, you could hear screaming. A roar, loud, tumbling through your chest, rattling into the ground. The crackling of fire. Everything started to get.. so… cold. Vaguely, as the hand shoved you forward and you landed against the ground, you could see out of the corner of your eye the Pricoli hunch forward. Despite the pain, the numbness… your lips curled in a vindictive smile.

The crimson eyes turned to you, a horrified anger sweeping through them as they landed on your twisted grin. A cold hand went up to his throat, and the Pricoli started to choke. His body lurched, tongue lolling as he gagged on your blood, his veins starting to light from the inside out with a toxic green. Slowly, agonizingly, he fell to his knees, his face contorted in a paroxysm of agony as he choked on your blood, your concentrated inherent magic tearing him apart from the inside out.

Your limbs felt sluggish as you forced yourself up, your ears ringing. Reaching up, you pressed your hand to your ruined neck and staggered to your feet, starting to lurch away from the destroyed corpse of the Pricoli. Warmth smeared across your skin, and every breath sent needles raking down your throat and into your lungs. Your feet stumbled, and before you realized it, you were leaning against something broad and firm.

Two icy blue eyes stared down at you, claws wrapping around your arms. Strangely enough, though, you didn’t fear that grasp. Lysander’s maw moved, you noticed faintly, but all you could hear was the persistent ringing in your ears. Vaguely, you reached up, your fingers clumsily landing on the side of his snout. Red smeared his fur, and your arm dropped down numbly to your side.

With the last of your strength, you forced your mouth to form the words that your shattered throat couldn’t say. Tell her goodbye.

The world spun into crimson.

~

Shivering, you shook your head as you curled into the corner that you’d pressed yourself into. Tears burned behind your eyes, and you heard your breath start to rasp and wheeze, rattling your throat.

Your brother’s face crumpled as he stared at you. “Please,” he begged, his voice wavering. “You need to drink.”

Agent Blue rested his hand on Ray’s shoulder. “Take it easy, son,” he said, voice firm but compassionate. “She’s understandably frightened. Even though she’s successfully gone through the change to being a damphyr, she’s had quite the scare and probably doesn’t want to feed.”

“But she needs to!” Ray exclaimed, frustration lacing his voice. “She’s already hurting.”

It was driving you insane. The pure power of the Will-o-the-Wisp’s blood was calling to you like a tempting beacon, and your brother’s hot blood practically screamed at you. The thirst flared in your throat, an ache so powerful you wanted to gag. It was like sandpaper. But you didn’t want to feed from them. You didn’t want to risk losing control, didn’t want to didn’t want to didn’t want to—

“I’ll take care of her.” Lysander stepped into the room. He turned to Ray. “She gave her life to save my daughter. This is the least I can do. I promise she’ll be in good hands.”

Your brother paused, then sighed, shoulders slumping. “I know you will, Sir,” he said, defeated. “I just…” He glanced over at you, eyes reflecting his misery.

Lysander reached out, squeezing Ray’s shoulder. “I understand,” he said quietly.

Ray nodded, then approached you again carefully. “Hey.” His voice softened. “I know you probably don’t want me around. But you have my number. Please, just… contact me when you’re ready, ok? You know I’ll be here for you, like I always have been. I’m gonna go back to Scotland, but you know how to reach me if you need anything. I won’t tell any of the family that you’re here.”

Swallowing back the drool, you tentatively reached out and barely ghosted your fingers against his cheek, hoping your eyes would convey your thanks. You just… needed space. Away from him, to control yourself, get yourself together.

But his expression turned a little more hopeful, and he nodded. “Love you, sis,” he said quietly. “Please… live.” With a small smile, he stood and followed Agent Blue out of the room.

With a quiet whine, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to push past the unbearable, insistent pain scratching down your throat. Your throat roared for a drink. Your eyes snapped open when you heard Lysander approach. Though you didn’t know why, his presence always sent you into an absolute panic, though not of fear. Your thirst around him seemed to impossibly skyrocket. Like something about him drove you crazy.

He knelt, his blue eyes fixed on yours. He reached out slowly, giving you a chance to move away. Instead, your body froze, entirely fixating on the way his plaid shirtsleeve pulled tight around his arm, rolled up to his elbow. You swallowed thickly, his blood an absolute siren call. You could smell it, practically taste it. Dripping down your throat, into your veins, ambrosia sweet and thick— Drool slipped down the corner of your mouth, past the pressure of fangs against your lips.

Lysander’s eyes strained. “I know what it does to you,” he said quietly. “Just the fact that you’re not lunging for me right now is…” He sighed, his other hand raking through his hair. “I don’t know if I’m impressed or-“ His lips twisted as he cut himself off, as though conflicted. “There’s a reason why my blood calls to you.” He settled himself in front of you, making you want to scream as both relief and a frenzy of want roared through you.

“Of course, Mor is my daughter,” Lysander said, his voice low as he looked down at the floor between you. “But her Mother was… not my true Mate.” He sighed. “I didn’t really care, because I loved her. But she… well, she left me. Didn’t want Mor, didn’t want… me.” A self-depreciating smile passed across his face. “But it was okay, I had Mor and I only wanted the best for her. But still… somewhere inside me, I knew that my true Mate was out there somewhere.”

You almost couldn’t focus, his proximity almost painful because he was too far, and yet not close enough—

“And then you appeared, and Mor started to love you, and I—“ He sighed, hand reaching up to cover his face. “And I didn’t know if I wanted to run or stay.” His shoulders slumped. “Seeing you with Mor, working with you, talking with you… every moment I spend with you near is like agony, but when you leave it’s like you take a part of me with you and I can’t breathe.”

Abruptly, your mouth went dry, shocked almost clear out of bloodlust. Wait, was he saying-?

“I told myself that you’d be better off without me,” Lysander admitted, voice thick. “I’m… not young any more. You’re beautiful and— and you have so much more promise, a whole life ahead of you… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’d gone for so long without my true Mate, I thought I’d be fine. But when I saw you lying on the ground…” He turned his face away, jaw ticking, a wild, feral light in his eyes. A low snarl rumbled through his chest, dissolving into a whine he quickly cut off.

He looked back up at you. “I’m not telling you this to make you feel… obligated to do anything. But you deserve to know the reason why my blood calls to you so strongly, and why— why I want you to drink from me. Why I don’t mind.”

Your mind whirled. The permission. The heady scent of his blood. The warmth he promised. The realization that he was calling you his true Mate. The way he looked at you, like you were the only thing he’d ever wanted.

Reaching up, you clapped your hand over your mouth with a half-sob of desperation. You wanted it. You practically ached for it, the kindness and love he offered. The promise of a family, a home, someone who had seen you at your worst and still somehow wanted you.

“Please,” Lysander rasped, his eyes laced with that same desperation roiling in his gut. “You don’t even have to accept me as a Mate. But you need to feed, and I—“

You were at your limit. You’d already taxed yourself as a newborn damphyr somehow trying to resist the frenzy of the first feed, and now that your Mate was in front of you, offering freely, practically begging you to feed from him, you could only take so much.

You lunged, a snarl dying on your lips as you lunged forward, the strength of your desperation actually knocking the seasoned werewolf down onto the floor. And still, even as you straddled his waist, your fingers curled around his shoulder, eyes fixed on the tempting expanse of his neck… you still tried to fight. Still tried to fight it, to control yourself.

But Lysander’s broad, warm hands gently wrapped around your waist, not fighting or pushing you off. The scar slashing across the left side of his face seemed to glow in the light streaming through the curtained window, and he gave you a smile.

“It’s okay,” he said, voice low and soothing. “I can handle it. I know you won’t hurt me.”

You shuddered, drool dripping down your fangs. Leaning forward slowly, you tried to keep yourself paced, tried to force yourself to some modicum of control. Mouth opening, you lowered your head until your fangs just barely grazed the crook of his neck and shoulder, not too close to his jugular but just enough.

The moment your fangs sank into his throat, Lysander’s fingers went weak around your waist. A deep groan pooled into the air, and a tremor ran through his body underneath you.

Heat pooled in your stomach, even as his blood slid down your throat with a satisfaction unparalleled. He tasted sweet and dusky, like fresh bread and sunshine, and freshly-cut grass after the rain. The pure heat and warmth he radiated soaked into you, and you felt the bloodlust slowly slake as you drank. Finally, you forced yourself to let go, vaguely aware with your instincts that you’d taken enough to not hurt him but probably still leave him a bit lightheaded for a moment.

The bite wound almost instantly healed over, and his grasp on your waist tightened again, fingers flexing as he regained his bearings.

You leaned your head against his chest, the gratitude and shame warring inside you. Grateful that he’d been so kind, so understanding and gentle. Ashamed of your own arousal, the way your entire being reacted to him.

Your name slipped from his lips, and a moment later his face pressed into your hair. His voice ached with the same torn desire that roiled through you. “I shouldn’t—“ He sucked in a sharp breath as you pressed your body flush against his. You could feel how tight his pants were, could feel the lines of his bulge pressed up against your thigh. A choked groan accompanied the way his hands spasmed around your waist.

“Mate.” The whisper slid from your mouth, the first thing you’d said aloud since your change. Your fingers clenched in his flannel shirt. “Mate… wants me?” Your voice cracked with your fear. Fear that he wouldn’t want to deal with you after all, that you weren’t worth it—

He pulled you closer to him, hand sliding to your hair. “So damn much, sweetheart,” he rasped, cradling your head to his shoulder. “You’re so goddamn beautiful and fierce— I don’t care if you’re human, Seer, damphyr. You’re my true Mate, my love.”

And you buried your face into his shoulder and let yourself shed a few tears of relief. He wanted you. Accepted you, in spite of everything.

“I know it’s not fair to ask you to stay,” his voice strained. “You gave your life for Morrigan, and I’m so much older—“

You reached up, your hands sliding up to cup his jaw as you slanted your lips over his, tears slipping down your cheeks. His mouth opened, kissing you back with a fervor as he splayed his hand over your lower back, pressing you into him. He let out a low growl, the sound rumbling through his chest and straight into your body. Your entire body flushed, and you let out a quiet whimper.

Almost before you could register it, he flipped you over onto the floor, hovering over you. His teeth bared, and he stared down at you with a heat in his eyes that scorched through you. His hands clenched around your waist, pulling your hips flush against his.

You whimpered, tilting your head to the side and exposing your throat to him, sprawled against the floor. Your chest heaved with breath, and a moment later his teeth closed gently on the arch of your neck. A soft breathy moan escaped your lips, eyes fluttering closed as his scent washed over you, his mouth marking your neck, replacing the memory of the Pricoli’s fingerprints mottled against your skin.

With an effort, Lysander wrenched himself away, though he half rutted against you. “Darling, I’m going to need you to tell me if you don’t want this,” he rasped, voice thick and half a snarl already.

“Lysander,” you whispered, lips caressing his name.

His hips stuttered, and he pulled you up against him before heaving himself up and staggering to the bed. He lowered you onto the bed, wasting no time before he practically yanked you to him, his hands hot and greedy. He kissed you, somehow still gentle and yet needy enough to take your breath away.

“May I?” He tapped your shirt.

You nodded shyly, letting him slide it off of you. You lifted your hips in an invitation, and he lowered his mouth to your neck as he slipped your shorts off. He groaned, hands sliding across your bared skin. His skin felt so hot to the touch against your chilled body, wholly satisfying. You practically melted into his hands like putty, malleable to however he touched you, moved you. He made you feel safe. Loved. Cherished. Wanted.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “So beautiful, leannen.” The Gaelic spilled naturally from his mouth as he slid his hands under your back, unhooking your bra. You let him slide it off, too desperate for the warmth of his hands to process embarrassment. His hands cupped your breasts, callouses rasping across your nipples in a way that left your breathless and aching.

You whimpered, a little encouraged by the way you felt his bulge throb against you at the sound. Fingers tangling in his shirt, you tilted your head for air, arching into his hands.

“Fuck,” Lysander hissed against your jaw, his hips rolling into you. His hands slid lower, and his thumbs hooked in your underwear. “Can I?”

You nodded, fingers clenching against his shoulders as he slid them off. His shirt was already straining at the seams, threatening to rip. At your tug, he took a moment to reach down and practically rip his shirt off, tossing it uncaringly to the side as he opened his mouth against your neck.

You were already dripping, just his touch and scent enough to arouse you. Breath hissed through his teeth as his fingers dragged through your slick, just barely brushing past your clit. A whine escaped your lips as you shivered, fingers slipping against his chest.

“You smell so good,” Lysander groaned, one finger slipping into you as his thumb rubbed circles around your clit. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re wet. Can I take care of you?” he rumbled, teeth nipping at your ear. “You already gorged yourself on my blood. How about I fill you up with something else?”

You flushed, fangs sinking into your lower lip. “Please?” you whispered.

His ice blue eyes flashed, and his chest heaved under your hands. “Oh, are we a little desperate?” He smirked, sliding another finger into you, stretching you. “Want me to pull your legs up on my shoulders and keep you here all night?” He chuckled, feeling you pulse around his fingers. “Mmmm, I think your gorgeous body is being pretty honest, sweetheart. Well. I aim to please my Mate.”

You only had a moment to wonder when he’d managed to get his pants off. His fingers slid out of you, only for you to feel his cock rest heavily against your entrance. He slid against you, and you could feel a dribble of precum smear across your skin. One hand went to your waist, holding you, while his other found your clit again.

“Is this alright, sweetheart?” he asked, voice low and suddenly soft. “I’m a bit of a stretch. I’ll try to go slow.”

With how wet you were, you sincerely doubted that he would find much of a problem. Still, you swallowed and nodded, grateful for his care and the way he tried, every step of the way, to make sure you were comfortable. Then again, you could already tell he wasn’t lying about how big he was. You could feel him resting against you, throbbing against your thigh. Slowly, he pressed just the tip into you, his breath shuddering.

Your lips parted in a gasp as he stretched you open, sliding into you. Compared to the chill of your body, his cock practically radiated heat. By the time he completely bottomed out, pelvis flush against yours, you’d already come so close to the edge, drool slipping from the corners of your lips. He seemed to completely fill you, pressing up against every spot inside of you until you swore he’d stretched you into his shape.

Lysander slumped over you, his head tucking into the crook of your neck. His entire body shuddered, and his hands clenched around your waist. His chest heaved against yours, muscles flexing as though he were physically holding himself back.

“Thank you.” The shaky whisper pooled against your skin. “For saving her. Giving your life for her. Thank you. For choosing me.”

Your fingers slid into his salt and pepper hair, relishing the stubble against your neck and shoulder. “I love you.” The confession spilled from your lips, quiet in the room.

He shuddered, letting out a low moan. His fingers clenched, just as he pulled you down further onto his cock, pressing up into you. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Say it again.”

“I love you, Lysander,” you repeated obediently, wholly truthful. Your core clenched around him, and he hissed, pulling out to thrust back into you.

“I love you,” he groaned, starting to thrust in a slow but steady rhythm. He reached down, then pulled your legs up around his hips. The new angle made you pulse as he seemed to reach impossibly deeper into you, angling up justenough to hit that one spot inside you that had you gasping and arching.

“You’re so tight,” he growled, picking up the pace. “Feels so good, sweetheart. So good.”

He suddenly reached behind you and grabbed a pillow, then lifted your hips up to prop it under you. Setting you back down, he shifted himself up and pulled your legs up to his shoulders.

A cry left your lips, utterly wrecked and broken. His cock completely filled you, fucking any semblance of coherence out of you, going so deep you swore you could feel it in your stomach. He seemed to know exactly how to read your body, adjusting to every whimper you let out, not giving you a break as he kept pounding into you with devastating precision.

“You feeling good, sweetheart?” he chuckled, the sound raking down your spine. “Is this what you want?” He thumbed your clit, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You gonna give Mor a little sibling? Taking me so well like this, spread open for me?”

The thought of adding more kids to your life, together with Lysander, proved to be the last straw for your poor mind. You came, stars bursting behind your eyelids as you cried out his name and the wave of heat and pleasure washed through your body.

And Lysander just kept fucking you through it, going harder as he pinned you against the sheets under him, not caring that your fingers raked against his shoulders. He bent to kiss you, murmuring your name in a husky voice that just wrecked you even more. He gave you no mercy, his gaze predatory as he stared down at you, soaking in your ruined expression.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Cum for me,” he murmured, coaxing you through your high.

Even when you rode it out, he didn’t slow down or let up the pace. “You gonna make me cum, darling? Can I cum inside you?”

A plea staggered off of your lips, followed by his name. Your jumbled, blissed-out mind wouldn’t allow you to do anything else, barely recalling your own name.

“Fuck— gonna cum, sweetheart— gonna fill you up—“ He let out a moan before his hips slammed into you one last time. He ground against you as he came, his bruising grip not letting you move an inch away from him.

You melted back into the bed, eyes closing as you soaked in the feeling of his seed filling you, pouring into you. Your fingers slid up the back of his neck as you lay there, docile and welcoming to his every move. Even when he’d finally stopped spilling into you, your stomach full and hot, he slumped against you.

His lips slid across your throat, soft and almost reverent, and he pulled you into his body. He murmured soft endearments into your ear, his hands running over you with gentle, loving strokes, soothing you.

“I promise I’ll do my best to protect you, treat you the way you should be,” he promised. “I love you so much, sweetheart.” Then he chuckled, hand running over your stomach. “I wonder if Morrigan will want a brother or a sister. She’s already going to be so excited to call you Mommy.”

You gave him a shy smile, accepting his soft kiss. “Thank you, Lysander,” you whispered. “I love you.”

Perhaps the price of your Fate had been high, you thought, but it had been entirely worth it.

[octaviasdread]

any girls! dark academia movie recs? i really struggle to find anything not about a group of boys (as much as I love them)

SO MANY!!! This is probably a far more detailed answer than you were expecting but this is a popular question and I want to keep a list for myself and others.

Feel free to add to it/give opinions. I've tried to give a tw for anything I can remember

Girls! Dark Academia Movies/TV Shows

Mona Lisa Smile (2003)

1950s Women’s college

Art professor! Julia Roberts

She’s legit the female Mr Keating of the art & college world

Feminism vs. Tradition

Maggie Gyllenhall x Ginnifer Goodwin; their characters were more than friends. Fight me.

Does not end how you expect

Strike!/All I Wanna Do/The Hairy Bird (1998)

MY FAVOURITE!!!

Free on YouTube under one of its various names

Comedy

1960s all girls boarding school

Young Kirsten Dunst

Group of girls plot to sabotage a merger with a boys school less prestigious than their own

Secret attic clubhouse meetings of the D.A.R aka Daughters of the American Ravioli (eaten cold, ew)

girls get political & advocate for their rights using ANY elaborate and chaotic scheme

TW: eating disorder, vomiting & creepy male teacher but the girls plot against him too

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1969)

based on a short book I read for uni by Muriel Spark

1930s girls school in Edinburgh

Scottish teacher! Maggie Smith, controversial with a focus on romantic ideals

Spoiler alert, the liberal teacher is actually a fascist

Her group of fave students has cult- vibes and it’s fascinating

Picnic at Hanging Rock

1970s movie or 2018 mini series

Never watched either but I plan to

Wild Child (2008)

00s romcom every UK teen girl loves

Emma Roberts as the spoiled rich American teenager sent to a strict English boarding school

Plots to get herself expelled but oh no she’s making friends with the girls who help her

And the headmistress has a hot son, and he’s nice??? Double oh no

ICONIC SCENES

Everything! Goes! Wrong!

omg she burns the school down

Feel good, comfort, nostalgia

St Trinians (2007)

English girls boarding school

The kids are all criminals, no joke

So are the teachers

CHAOTIC

gay awakening for british girls

Art heist pulled off by school girls

Government tries to shut them down but oh no, the education minister & the headmistress are ex-lovers

Colin Firth x Rupert Everett in drag

Superior cast: Jodie Whittaker, Gemma Arterton, Juno Temple, Stephen Fry, Colin Firth, etc...

embodies the phrase 'problematic fave'

St Trinians 2: The Legend of Fritton’s Gold (2009)

Mystery, pirate ancestors, hidden treasure

omg Shakespeare was a woman

girls disguised as boys to infiltrate and rob the posh boys school

Villain! David Tennant in that ICONIC boat scene

Teen girls vs. ancient misogynist brotherhood

like the first film but MORE chaotic and BETTER!???

The Falling (2014)

1960s all girls school

best friends! but its unrequited love

Agoraphobic + distant mother aka mommy issues

Sudden death and the school suppresses/ignores the students grief, sparking mass hysteria & a fainting epidemic in the girls

Cast: Maisie Williams (GoT) & Florence Pugh (Little Women) & Joe Cole (Peaky Blinders)

TW: teen pregnancy, death, vomiting, underage s*x, sibling inc*st, past s*xual assault

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The Book Thief (2013)

Based on an amazing book by Markus Zusak

set in 1940s Nazi Germany

Daughter of a communist whose family were taken by the Nazis/died is fostered by an older couple who teach her to read & she paints a dictionary on the basement walls

Coming of age story about a compulsive book thief. No joke, this kid steals books from banned book burnings and breaks into the mayor's library through the window

Family hides the Jewish son of an old friend in their basement and he helps her to start writing about her experiences in the war

TW: death, bombings, WW2 anti-semitism

Mary Shelley (2017)

Overall good & roughly biographical

Pretty costumes and aesthetic

Modern feminist take on Mary Shelly in her own time period

So many INACCURACIES for the drama so don’t take it as truth

Percy Shelley slander and not all of it is justified

Cast: Elle Fanning, Douglas Booth, and Maisie Williams

The Secret Garden (1993)

Based on a fave childhood book

1901 colonial India & Yorkshire, England

Orphaned, spoilt & neglected girl sent to live with her reclusive Uncle in the English countryside

Gothic elements, mysteries, secret doors/passages/locked gardens

local boy with a flock of animals, magic, kids chanting around a fire and all around immaculate vibes

Happy ending!!!

Hidden Figures (2016)

African-American women as mathematicians for NASA

1960s space project

Women balancing a career and family obligations

Deals with racial & gender discrimination

Loosely based on the lives of Katherine Johnson, Mary Jackson, and Dorothy Vaughan who worked for NASA as engineers & mathematicians

Anne of Green Gables (1985) & sequel (1987)

Adaptation L.M. Montgomery’s ‘Anne of Green Gables’ books

Canada (late 1890s/early 1900s)

Highly imaginative & bookworm orphan is adopted by a reclusive elderly brother and sister duo

Small town & school years comedic drama

Unrequited Enemies -> Friends -> lovers

Inspiring new woman teacher

Girls re-enact Tennyson’s poem and nearly drown for the aesthetic™

Dramatic poetry reading with INTENSE 👀eye contact👀

Writer! Anne & English teacher! Anne dealing with unruly girls school antics

Collette (2018)

biographical drama on french writer Sidonie-Gabrielle Collette

Victorian & Edwardian era France

More talented than her husband so she ghostwrites for him

Fight for creative ownership of her wildly successful novels

Affairs with a woman called Georgie and also with Missy, born female but masculine presenting

Cast: Keira Knightly, Dominic West, Eleanor Tomlinson (Poldark)

Enola Holmes (2020)

Netflix book adaptation

Younger sister of Sherlock Holmes

Victorian era! feminism/suffragettes

Mother-daughter focus

Mystery, adventure, secret codes, teens running away & escaping from (and eventually fighting) assassins

Cast: Helena Bonham Carter, Henry Cavill, Sam Claflin, Fiona Shaw, Millie Bobby Brown

Ginger & Rosa (2012)

1960s England

best friends since literal birth navigating troubled teen years

poet & anti-nuclear activist! Ginger

off the rails but also catholic! Rosa

Shout out to Mark & Mark the gay godfathers we all want

family troubles 

TW: older man has an affair with a 17 yr old

Testament of Youth (2014)

based on WW1 memoir by Vera Brittain

young woman (writer & poetry lover) escapes traditional family & goes to study at Oxford University

abandons to become a war nurse

romance, tragedy and war trauma

Cast: Alicia Vikander, Kit Harrington (GoT), Taron Edgerton (Rocketman), Colin Morgan (Merlin)

Little Women (2019)

Writer! Jo & Artist! Amy

Mother/daughter focus and sister dynamics

the March sisters’ theatre club is *chefs kiss*

champagne problems edits of Jo x Laurie are a mood

Ambivalent ending perfectly captures Louisa May Alcott’s dilemma with the book the movie is based on

set in 1860s America

ALL STAR CAST and a Greta Gerwig masterpeice

Lady Bird (2017)

coming of age in early 2002/2003 Sacramento, California

all girls catholic school

writer! Christine aka Lady Bird wants to get outta town and start her life again at college 'in a city with culture'

Mother/daughter dynamics - so realistic!

I live for that Jesus car stunt & the nun's reaction

school theatre program

Cast: Saoirse Ronan, Timothee Chalamet, Beanie Feldstein

Another Greta Gerwig gem

Beguiled (2017)

Virginia, civil war era

Girls school with only five students and two teachers left

Find an injured Union army soldier & bring him inside

Women & teenagers want his attention (v. problematic) before uniting against him

(tbh you'll either love it, hate it, or watch once & forget it)

Sofia Coppola film so its very feminine gaze

TW: violence, death, underage

Legally Blonde (2001)

No questions will be taken

Elle Woods was the blue print

TV series:

House of Anubis (2011-2013)

I know it’s a kids/young teen show but I still unironically love it

ANCIENT EGYPT!!!!

Modern day with Victorian era links to treasure hunters & Egyptian research expeditions (stealing from tombs)

Chosen one plot lines, curses, kidnapping, mysteries, secret tunnels under the school, elixir of life

Teens have investigate & protect themselves cus oh no the TEACHERS are involved in some shady stuff

new American kid at British boarding school is the actual premise not just a fanfic au

Nostalgic, light-hearted, funny, and kinda cheesy but I will accept no criticism

The Alienist (2018 -now)

Mid 1890s, New York

Woman’s private detective agency (Season 2)

Serial killer mystery

Woman secretary turns detective and teams up with a criminal psychiatrist and a newspaper editor to solve crime

TW: violence, child pr*stit*tion

Cast: Dakota Fanning, Luke Evans, Daniel Bruhl

The Queen’s Gambit (2020)

Woman chess prodigy

1950s & 1960s

TW: drug & alcohol abuse

Gentleman Jack (2019 - now)

Based on the diaries of Anne Lister

Victorian Yorkshire, England

Upper-class lesbians

Confident, suit wearing! Anne Lister x shy! Ann Walker

Business woman! Anne running the family mines

Cast: Suranne Jones (Doctor Foster) & Sophie Rundle (Peaky Blinders)

TW: violence

Gilmore Girls (2000-2007)

bubbly/ambitious single mom + intelligent daughter

bookworm! Rory Gilmore gets into a prestigious private school and then an Ivy League college

Small town drama is comedic gold

Fast dialogue packed with pop culture and literary references

Comforting & nostalgic

TEAM JESS

Anne with an E (2017-2019)

Loose adaptation of L.M. Montgomery’s ‘Anne of Green Gables’ books

they completely change the plot lines but it’s still very good content!

Orphan girl with trauma and a love of books/poetry is adopted by an elderly brother & sister duo, bringing light and fresh ideas to a rural community

Feminism, girls writing club, lgbtq safe spaces, girls eduction, black/indigenous representation

Miss Stacy as THAT inspiring teacher

Aunt Josephine’s lavish gay parties have my heart

TW: creepy male teacher tries to marry a student, racial discrimination, indigenous assimilation school

Victoria (2016-2019)

Adaption of Queen Victoria’s life

Victoria navigating her political, royal, and personal life

Albert’s involvement with The Great Exhibition, 1851 (on cultural + industrial innovations)

Alfred Paget x Edward Drummond is exquisite

Gorgeous costumes and aesthetics

TW: bury your gays trope

Derry Girls (2018-now)

1990s Northern Ireland during the troubles

Comedy, episodes 20-25 mins long

English boy sent to an all girls Catholic school with his cousin

✨Dead Poets Society parody episode ✨with a free-spirited female teacher

Sister Michael, the sarcastic nun who hates her job & reads the exorcist for giggles

Wee anxious lesbian! Clare Devlin (plus her friends wearing rainbow pins)

Badass with bad ideas! Michelle Mallon

Main Character! Erin Quinn

Lovable weirdo who would fight a polar bear! Orla McCool

Wee English fella & honorary Derry girl! James Maguire

Dickinson (2019-now)

Loose adaption of the poet Emily Dickinson’s life

Set in 19th century Massachusetts, US

Historical drama with modern dialogue & music that works SEAMLESSLY

gives a great understanding of Emily Dickinson’s poems

💕Vintage gays! Emily x Sue💕

Theatre club, writing, poetry, dressing as men to sneak into lectures, love letters, teen drama, feminism, and an underground abolitionist journal as a brief side plot in season 2

Wiz Khalifa plays death in a horse drawn carriage

TW: opium use

A Series of Unfortunate Events (2017-2019)

Based on great childhood books

Bookworm! brother, Inventor! sister, and baby sister with sharp teeth

Mystery, secret organisations, orphaned siblings figuring things out & fending for themselves against the villain after their fortune

Adults either cartoon evil, comedically incompetent, or SPIES

Boarding school, library owner, scientific researcher, and theatre episodes

Ambiguous time period which is really fun to try and pin point

Killing Eve (2018-now)

Classic detective who has homoerotic tension with the assassin she is tracking down

British Detective! Eve Polastri figures out the notorious assassin MI5 are investigating is a woman, is fired & then put on a secret MI6 case with a small team

Assassin! Villanelle, a psychopath with a tragic past and a mastery of both accents & fashion

Woman MI6 boss! Carolyn Martens, head of Russian section

Travel Europe following Villanelle’s killings and escaping the assassins sent by Villanelle’s organisation

‘You’re supposed to be my enemy and moral opposite but omg you’re the only one smart enough to get me and why am I obsessed with you????'

🚨 GO IN FOR A KISS AND THEN STAB YOUR ENEMY 🚨

Cable Girls/Las chicas del cable (2017-2020)

Spanish drama set in 1920s Madrid

Four young women at a telecommunications company form a group of friends and help navigate the difficult situations they are all in

Secret identities, dangerous pasts, murder, crime, lgbtq couple & throuple, trans man character, feminism/suffragists

girls commit crimes for humanitarian reasons and cover! it! up!

UNDERRATED SHOW!!!!

Gorgeous costumes and set

Haven’t finished it yet and I’m catching up

TW: abuse, violence, death

Outlander (2014 - now)

haven’t watched yet but plan to

Woman time travels to Scotland, 1743

Rebel highlanders, pirates, British colonies, American revolutionary war

Time jumps between 18th & 20th century

[hamliet]

Thoughts on daemon choking rhaenyra?

My thoughts on Luke literally, and Aemond and Daemon's characters are basically this:

I'm not opposed to Daemon acting like a jerk because he's a Byronic hero. He's the most Byronic hero George has written in ASOIAF. It's the most Romantic (literary) archetype in existence.

Doth no one know what a rogue is anymore? -me, being a drama queen

He's mad, bad, and dangerous to know, like the trope's namesake. He's also a sentimental wounded bad boy idealist. I mean look at what the man has named each of his children. His daughters are after his father and his mother in law (the book directly says it). His sons are both after his brothers, including the one who died extremely young. He's even got a hidden wife at one point and mad women in the attic!

So in principle, I'm not opposed. What makes me be like... hm. Is the proliferation of major writing issues that make me take back a lot of my early optimism, lol. In other words, I have no faith that scene was in there to do anything thematic or character-building. Instead, it seems like it's just there for drama.

Removing all agency from the characters is really like. Ugh. The problem in Game of Thrones, writers, wasn't just that they were sexist or that people did bad things. The first couple seasons were so powerful precisely because of choices. Even the choices made with the absolute best of intentions--see Ned trying to spare Cersei's kids and Catelyn desperate to save her daughters--had major consequences that couldn't always be foreseen. Good people making choices out of love isn't always rewarded. That's gritty and realistic, but that doesn't inherently mean the choices are always wrong, and it doesn't mean that they're right either.

Alicent misunderstanding Viserys instead of like, actually poisoning him? Lame. Aemond losing control of Vhagar? Lame. It's hard to care about characters when they're just subject to the whims of the world around them. That's not really a Romantic message. Yeah, Alicent hearing what she wants to hear, sure, Aemond underestimating a dragon, sure, except that's just not the human heart against itself. It's not ASOIAF thematically. "Whoops" isn't a compelling plot twist.

Again, a lot of these things could work theoretically without being "whoops." Much like the choking, I'm not, in principle, opposed. The problem is context. I just don't like how the show's simplifying the characters, so I don't have faith that they intended a message about overestimating how in control you are of the consequences of your actions. Given all their other creative decisions, it seems more a ploy to not alienate the audience, but the irony is it's having the opposite effect.

I'm someone who really likes Aemond's character in the book, and Alicent's. They're complex and fascinating just like Daemon and Rhaenyra are. They don't need to be whitewashed.

I'm very concerned that by whitewashing these characters they might remove other aspects of the coming seasons. But since GRRM said there'd be four seasons, I have some hope. If they erase Sara Snow because of Jace and Baela, or Alys Rivers and her kid with Aemond, like they erased Laena and Rhaenyra's relationship, I will be throwing hands.

[w-i-s-e]

17 things that I love to see in Arcane Season 2 (mainly the introduction of new characters) - Warning: spoilers ahead:

1. Everyone to eventually get new looks, maybe ones that look closer to their in-game looks, but are just not there yet, with their full game looks coming in later on.

2. Caitlyn to get her rifle from the game.

3. The only one's that will survive the blast to the council chamber will be Jayce, Viktor and Mel. Everyone else, especially Caitlyn's mum, will be killed and this will giving Caitlyn some added drama and drive.

4. Because of the death of her mother, Caitlyn will be focused on killing Jinx, despite it being against what Vi wants, and this will drive a stake between their developing relationship.

5. Since its practically been confirmed that Vander is Warwick, especially after that last scene with singed, I want to see him in action and to have interactions with Vi and possibly Jinx.

6. We get to see Urgot, either pre or post transformation and he will be absolutely terrifying no matter which form he takes.

7. The creation of Blitzcrank or an early version of what would become Blitzcrank. (I have a bigger idea behind this that is to come later).

8. The possible introduction of Camille, and for her to hint or taunt Vi about how she know who killed her and Jinx's parents, like its mentioned in her lore.

9. I want to see this shows version of Ezreal, he should technically be present at Piltover at the time of the first season , a resident or Piltover, and said to be a friend of Jayce, so I would be nice to see or hear from him.

10. Connected to the last one, I want to hear from and possibly see Demancia, thus leaving the door for Lux, Garen, and other Demancia champions to come in. Maybe in season 3 or later on we can get some story or an arc there, especially since Demacia and Piltover have tenacious relationship in the lore.

11. More of Mel and her mother, they are both very interesting characters and I want to learn and see so much more of them .

12. More moments between Vi and Caitlyn, they are total girlfriends and their dynamic was so good that it would be cool to see it advance and grow.

13. Continue the relation and interactions between Heimerdinger and Ekko, and for Ekko, with Heimerdinger's help, to create the Timewinder throughout the season.

14. Viktor to continue to mutate himself, and possibly after barely surviving the blast to the council chamber and become his full league form towards the end of the season.

15. Caitlyn to become the new sherif of Piltover, since Marcus is now dead, with Vi as her number two, just like in the lore.

16. On the subject of Marcus, for Caitlyn or someone to visit his daughter and possibly giving her and the audience closure, reassuring her though her father was flawed, he was and will forever be a good man.

17. Jinx to be even crazier than before, with the death of Silco only pushing her further over the edge, and for her to be now unchained by anyone or anything.