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Blood binding and Sauronâs intentions
My pal @rey-jake-therapist and I were in one of our usual friendly discussions about this topic in one of her posts, but since the theme digresses so much from her original intent and Iâm pretty much spamming her OG post by now, we decided to move the debate to here, and invite the fandom to join in.
As customary, Rey always presents good and challenging counter-arguments to mine. Because it's possible to disagree and keep it civil and friendly. This is good fandom etiquette, and this is the point of debates, after all: sharing different ideas and perspectives on the same topic. We usually end up agreeing on disagreeing and itâs all good in the end.
What were Sauronâs intentions and goals in stabbing Galadriel with Morgothâs crown in 2x08?Â
2x01 / 2x08 parallels: âOnly blood can bind.â (Adar; 1x05)
1) Binding/Enslaving Galadriel to his Will
Rey made the case for Sauronâs intention of possessing and dominating Galadriel using Morgothâs crown. And that we should focus on present intentions, and not lose yourselves in âwhat ifâ scenarios (with this I totally agree, so, let's focus on the present time).
This theory states that Sauron wanted to enslave Galadriel to his will, by having her handing over Nenya, in submission. This would explain why Galadriel seemed âbewitchedâ while removing Nenya from her finger, and almost surrendering it to him. Â
This means Sauron has âoutgrownâ his intentions from 1x08, when he wanted to serve Galadriel (due to his Maia nature; he was created to be a servant to a Vala). Now, he wants full power, and heâs not willing to share it with anyone else (Galadriel included):
Sauron only wants to dominate/possess Galadriel now: she humiliated him when she refused him in 1x08, he developed an obsession for her, so he punished her with physical pain (the stabbing), and attempted to possess her so she would follow him.
And so, if blood binding theory is true, this would work like the Nine and the NazgĂ»l, with Galadriel not only being a servant, but a slave to Sauron. This theory can also imply she would have, indeed, become a Ringwraith herself, as her soul was entering the Unseen world (âShadow realmâ) when Gil-galad and Arondir found her.
This is a very strong theory, and I think many fellow fans share this view, as well. Would it pass Sauron to do something like this? Absolutely not, and it would not be OCC for him to have this intention, at all.
So whatâs my problem, you might ask?
This facial expression right here:
Unless Charlie was having a case of fatigue eyes due to extensive use of contact lenses (speaking from personal experience), thereâs no explanation for Sauron getting all teared up when he believed Galadriel was about to join him, if his intention was to enslave her to his will, and thatâs what he was doing here.
And no, Galadriel canât deceive him. This is underestimating Sauronâs power: heâs the âgreat deceiverâ, and only he can deceive himself, really. And if they are, indeed, blood bound, Galadriel couldnât possibly hide anything from him. And I already made the case for how Galadriel was about to join him, freely, in another post.
2) âYou bind me to the light, I bind you to powerâ
Speaking of Sauronâs intentions, we need to remember the creator of this character and what he says about him. Tolkien tells us (in Letters 131, 153 and 183) that âAnnatarâ still has âfair motivesâ: heâs a reformer who, truly, wants to rebuild/heal Middle-earth, and heâs genuine in this endeavor (nevermind his methods, thatâs why heâs a villain). Rey counter-argumented this does not translate in a desire to serve Galadriel, and sheâs correct.
However, what was his intention in 1x08? Â
And if Sauron still has a genuine concern in healing Middle-earth, what if his intention with Morgothâs crown was giving Galadriel his power, while harvesting her light for himself, just like he wanted in 1x08? And if this was his intention, why would he keep her soul âtrappedâ in the Unseen world? What if he wanted to make her queen of the Seen and Unseen world? Not a mere queen of Middle-earth, but as nearly as possible to a literal Goddess he could serve?
Because Sauron/Mairon canât escape his nature, he was created to be a servant, a Maia to a Vala. And, right now, he doesnât want to serve Morgoth. Even though he does it, unconsciously, and perhaps he recognized this after he killed Celebrimbor in a rage fit (something thatâs completely OCC for him, because thatâs not who he is; Sauron is a control freak, a mastermind).
This scene with Galadriel happened after that; and Sauron cried because, when he looked up at Celebrimbor, all he could see was Morgothâs bounds on him reaching the surface. And that chaotic destruction is Morgoth, not Sauron. And he doesn't want that at this point on his character arc in Tolkien lore. I think this is when Sauron makes the decision to bind himself to Galadriel, one way or the other.
I absolutely disagree with the idea that Sauron stabbed Galadriel to punish her or kill her: if that was his true intention he would have used Morgoth sword (he was already using it in his duel with Galadriel the entire time), not a powerful dark magic object infused with own blood (because Adar used it to destroy his previous physical form), nor he would have carried that thing around the entire time while mentioning "binding" twice (âI never believed I could be... Until today. Fighting at your side, I... I felt... If I could just hold on to that feeling, keep it with me always, bind it to my very being, then I...â (1x06); âThe door is still openâ).
âBindingâ (usually connected with âblood oathsâ) and âenslavingâ are two different kinds of blood magic. Because the Nine rings of power are pieces of jewelry meant to be worn by ring-bearers, with a small dosage of Sauronâs blood (along with other specific spells). Morgothâs crown not only has a lot of Sauronâs blood on it, but we also donât know what kind of dark magic it actually contains: we only know it was made to hold the Silmarils and it can destroy Sauronâs physical form (implying that, maybe, Sauron doesnât have much control over this object?).
Sauron accidentally sharing his power with Galadriel is nonsense to me, as well. He's ancient, has been around since before the world existed (he helped create that very world), has been a master in blood magic and every sort of sorcery for thousands of years, and heâs one of the most powerful Maia in existence, but isnât aware he would be giving Galadriel some of his power by binding himself to her? When he clearly mentions this in 1x08? "I bind you to power". Because Galadriel appears to be seeing the world in a whole new way in 2x08 epilogue (and even her eyes look off):
Besides, Galadriel is suppose to be a powerful sorceress of her own right in Tolkien lore, mastering several powers. In the legendarium Galadriel own power was amplified by Nenya, yes, but this isnât the case in âRings of Powerâ, because we havenât seen her displaying any magical powers in Season 1. She wonât have any other powers in the show (besides healing and foresight/visions), completely cutting off with Tolkien legendarium? If the show keeps it true to the lore on that bit, where did her powers (look into othersâ hearts and minds, and communicate telepathically) come from? Will they âmagicallyâ appear out of nowhere? When and how? But, if these powers came from Sauron itâs because he wanted it to happen, and that was his intention. And if that was his intention, what was his purpose with this if not to serve her?
And Sauron does share power: he does share his power with those he wants to enslave; via the rings of power. Thatâs why Celebrimbor tells him heâs their prisoner, and not their master. However, these are two very different kinds and degrees of magic. Because with the rings ("enslave") he can control how he wants it to go; while sharing his actual power with another living being ("blood oath") is uncontrollable. He canât possible know the end result of it.
I know thereâs a popular theory that Adar was blood bound to Sauron, but I donât think so. Adar not only doesn't have any magical powers, but he wouldnât be able to kill Sauron himself, if that was true. Blood binding is a blood oath, and itâs forever, unbreakable, and it prevents beings from harming or acting against one another (physically) in any direct way. Thatâs why âRings of Powerâ introduced the clue that Sauron might be blood bound to Morgoth in 1x03; and thatâs the reason he could never leave nor forsake his master even when he came to resent him.
This means, that, in "Rings of Power", Sauron, most likely, only has Morgoth as a reference to blood oaths. And he probably thinks this will go the same way with Galadriel, and heâll keep her light to himself, allowing him to keep Morgoth at bay. Only her âlightâ is merely aesthetic, really. The light that shines on her hair and eyes is the light of the Two Trees of Valinor, and it shines on every Elf that was born during the Years of the Trees (and not only her). Because Galadriel is a complex and nuanced character, and ticking bomb that can turn dark at any minute. Â
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Still, to appease the more radical purebloods and future death eaters, Snape must have internalized some of that anti muggleborn propaganda that Voldemort was spewing and the hatred his Slytherin friends were spreading. Although I'm aware that majority of the wizarding society held some superiority over muggles and I even believe many of the so called good purebloods (like the Potters) were condecensing to muggleborns sometimes, tho unknowingly, there is a difference between quiet prejudice with no ill intent and the radical bigoted beliefs that some of the wizards held. The death eaters clearly believed that muggles were human sickness and muggleborns were no better and Snape was around that rhetoric every day and later became part of its circle. I always just saw Snape as a selfish person who tried to gain more power and a sense of belonging and he was insecure enough to believe many of the bigoted beliefs that was part of Voldemort propaganda or just the overall hardcore prejudice. He called muggleborns mudbloods even when he was Lily's friend. I always imagine him as someone who would dismiss Lily's feelings about slytherins and even gaslight her about Voldemort's propaganda and her worry behind anti muggleborns rhetoric. Like he downplayed it while participating in it at the same time. We can see this with any real life prejudice existing in our world. Many people who are homophobic try to create reasons for disliking gay people and when gay people complain about their hatred, they just downplay it, make it seem like its not that big of a deal or just continue with their excuses. I can see Snape being like that. And even if his reason for joining death eaters had nothing to do with violence and hatred, he became part of it anyway and being part of something like that influences the way you think especially if you wanted to be part of it. He also became part of it during the time the violence was already known and that certainly did not stop him so he must have had some prejudices or highly ignorant beliefs towards muggleborns.
It seems like you're very determined to apply a strictly logical, real-world mindset to a fictional, fantasy world. I get that imagining a Severus Snape with deeply ingrained, extremist, anti-Muggle biases would make more sense in a real-world context and may feel more "realistic". But that wasnât the point of Snapeâs character. This is a story, and not everything needs to follow real-world logic exactly. Even in reality, not everything unfolds as expected. Snapeâs character is, in many ways, an exceptionâhe surprises audiences frequently and makes choices that donât always align with his past actions or logical expectations. Some of these contradictions seem deliberate; Snape has to exist in this gray area for the story to hold its depth and ambiguity.
So, while Snape does associate with future Death Eaters and, at times, seems to justify their actions, that doesnât mean he fully internalized all of their views or intended to act exactly like them. Lily did a similar thing, in a way: she mentions that she often tried to excuse Snapeâs behavior or overlook his mistakes. But we wouldnât conclude that Lily agreed with or had adopted Snapeâs beliefs. Another example is Peter Pettigrew, who is almost Snapeâs opposite. Peter was sorted into Gryffindor, the very house that upholds Dumbledoreâs ideals and values. He surrounded himself with people destined to be future Order members, yet look at what he became. Peter didnât just reject his friendsâ beliefs; he betrayed them completely and was loyal to Voldemort for years, even plotting his friends' deaths and stayed loyal to Voldemort for years afterward, to the point of risking Harryâs life for Voldemort's return.
I donât deny that Snape held biases and some prejudiced views, whether as a teenager or a young Death Eater. But, as I mentioned in my previous post, thereâs no solid evidence that he was an extreme racist, a torturer of Muggle-borns, or someone who delighted in the idea of âcleansingâ the wizarding world.
As a personal opinion, I also feel that comparing real-world homophobia to anti-Muggle sentiment in the wizarding world isnât quite the same. Muggles and wizards have a long, tumultuous history, and at one point, Muggles persecuted wizards to the extent that they had to hide their world to ensure safety and survival. This isnât a distant pastâHagrid even mentions in Philosopherâs Stone that Muggles would likely exploit wizards if they discovered their powers. So, while homophobia is irrational and baseless, anti-Muggle sentiments in the wizarding world, however wrong, are somewhat rooted in historical fear and survival. Itâs no surprise, then, that the wizarding society hasnât fully let go of its anti-Muggle biases, even after the wars.
#severus snape#pro snape#snape defender#snape fandom#snapedom#anon#prejudice#character complexity#hp fandom#snape
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You are not Special- DC X DP Prompt
Interdimensional God-like beings are not known for their patience, however it looked like they had gotten lucky.
This being that had been summoned against its will to their universe was actually quite calm. They sat back on a makeshift throne made by the cultists that had brought them here. Its body was the form of a young man draped in silk. He paid little mind to the cult bowing and scraping at his feet as he absentmindedly examined his nails for anything under them. They were as pristine as his marble-like form.
"You know cults get a bad reputation in these modern times." He said not looking up at the heroes who had invaded his sanctuary intent on sealing him away. "Not without cause of course. But not every cult is evil. As oxymoronic as that sounds. But it used to mean a group of people devoted to their god of choice, no different than any other religion except they lived solely to dedicate their lives to it. No tricks or schemes, just beliefs. None of that sacrifice or blood here though. I like cleanliness and a good batch of dessert for my alters."
"We aren't here to give your offerings." Batman said simply.
The teen stretched lazily and shrugged.
"You are free to just pray, take a rest, eat, or do whatever you want."
"You don't belong here. You must return to your own realm." Superman said fimly but cordially.
The cultists panicked as they looked between their god and the heroes. Some had disdain etched on their faces others had sadness.
"Don't belong? I do where want. Who are you people to tell ME what to do? Do you this planet? This universe?" The god challenged.
"We are the protectors of this planet. Surely you understand that we can't let you stay here using humans like servants." Superman retorted.
Constantine had a bad feeling about what came next as he got between everyone to speak.
"Sorry, forgive him. We don't want to offend. It's just that our universe has had enough beings like you causing issues in the past. We are a bit exhausted because every major event seems to hit our planet. We are a bit defensive."
The teens's lip curled.
"Do you think you are the only planet with such woes? How conceited. What you believe that your little planet is so special that it is the only one subject to the powers of beings you can't control? As we speak there a thousands of beings influencing this world that have a bigger effect than what I'm currently doing. Are you tired of being the playthings of the universe? Bah! The universe doesn't care one bit what goes on on this little planet over the billions of planets in this universe. You are no more special than a bit of algae on a frozen world." The teen sneered.
"But that doesn't change the fact that we would like one less threat to deal with," Batman said as Constantine tried to shut him up. "Even if you do not care about humans, we care what you can do to us."
"A good point but I never said I didn't care. I'm actually fond of humans but no more fond of them than any other lifeforms. There are billions of aliens in this universe alone. But not one is special because all life is special. Not one is better. But any damage I could possibly do to you could easily be done by the many unseen gods of this realm. These beings have built this world from those that actively created it, ignore it, and those that don't even realize it exists. Could you believe that your own creator doesn't know you are there? It's actually very common."
"You're dodging the question and talking in circles. We just want you to leave." Batman sighed irritably.
"You keep telling me to leave. I have just arrived but I've also always been here. Is this how you greet me?" The teen crossed his arms.
"Are you a god of this world?" Wonder Woman stepped forward this time. "You dress like that of a Roman god."
"Do you like it? I got it from Rome a few thousand years ago."
Well, he never failed to turn something into a compliment, that's for sure.
"But that's a complicated question. If you're asking if I made your universe then, no. If your asking if it exists because of me then, yes. It exists because I do. It's my nature. So I'm not a god. I'm a law of nature." The boy leaned back and kicked his feet childishly.
"You look like a kid." Clark blurted.
"Well... you're right. But you didn't have to point it out." He pouted.
"I mean, you just look...like a person. Not a force of nature." Clark quickly corrected.
"I look like what you can perceive me as. Can't ask a two-dimensional creature to understand three dimensions. Think of me as an anthropomorphic personification of a concept." The teen stood up finally and walked around his bowing worshippers.
"And what are you?" Batman said stiffly as the boy reached him.
"I am the Void. The absence of force or untethered space and infinite possibilities. A place of raw unprocessed energy. So if I exist then a tethered space with one string of possibilities exists. Think string theory." The boy laughed.
"Wait, I know what you are. You're an Ancient, an Endless. I thought I'd get a break from your lot after Morphosis." Constantine said.
The group turned to Constantine in surprise, not surprised that he knew what the kid was but that he had done this before.
"Look, kid. Your lot don't show themselves often. Especially not in front of so many people. You'd usually lay low among mortals." Constantine said suspicious of the young Endless. "Do the others know you are playing around?"
The teen presses his lips together. He glares like someone has ruined his game.
"Should I try summoning them and ask." Constantine smirked, he knew he found his in.
"You wouldn't." He frowned.
"I would." Constantine said "Unless you want to go home on your own."
The boy tried to protest but a portal opened on its own and a hand reached out grabbing the boy by the ear.
"What are you doing in the mortal realm this time?! I told you to focus on fixing the timelines not playing god like a child!" The voice boomed.
"But Clockwork-" The teen whined as he was dragged through the portal "I was just pulling a prank. I swear!"
The boy's voice was muffled and distant as he got to the other side. Then the prtal closed and it was over.
The room went silent.
"He was right. There is nothing special about any life form over another. But that also means he is no different than a human child and held to the same standards." Constantine said lighting a cigarette before leaving the ruins. "You can handle the rest right?"
#dc x dp#dpxdc#dc x dp prompt#dp x dc prompt#danny fenton#danny phantom#justice league#batman#superman#wonder woman#john constantine#bruce wayne#clark kent#diana prince#dp clockwork#clockwork
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Don't talk to me, I'm thinking about Clark Kent and the inherent tragedy of a weapon who only wants to heal
#an alien god whose greatest wish is to be human#is he over powered? yes. and yet he always falls short#he can only use so much of his powers to be able to heal#and to save#and not to truly harm those he fights#and those who watch#and yet#he believes his powers were created for good#were created to heal#to protect#don't you see how you crush the things you love? set fire to all that you see?#everyone else sees it#Bruce. Luthor. even Diana#''why are you superman?'' ''because no one else can be''#but that's not exactly true. is it?#because he's not superman#if superman is some ideal benevolent god who can solve the world's problems... than he is not superman no matter how hard he tries to be#if superman is some all powerful destructive ruling god... then he is not superman and does everything not to be#if superman is the latter then he could be super man#but he's not#so why is he superman?#because no one else has the ability to try. and no one else has the ability to refuse#okay up tearing up again I'm gonna go to slee#dc comics#superman#clark kent#my rambles
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Rollo Flamme is autistic. I had suspicions about it but after reading his vignette I heard a voice in my head confirming it. God has told me the truth and I must spread the word
He would also be ok with Batman, if he's not his most favoured hero. Oh and he also probably has PTSD and depression. Thanks for coming to my ted talk
#twisted wonderland#rollo flamme#twst#okay hear me out#jp spoilers#spoilers of Rollo's vignetteâââ#This mf keeps count of each grape he eats. 16. No more. No less.#they could have just generalized and say he eats a bunch of grapes but no. he SPECIFIES how many he eats#+ 2 croissants and a coffee with milk. That's his lunch every single day#(very implied or canon) he always goes to the same store. to buy the same envelope and letter paper < that's canon#he goes through a schedule and he's comfortable having the same routine#one of his hyperfixations is hating mages and magic. another one is his liking towards croissants and grape (comfort foods)#another possible special interest is history. given how he reacts in history classes and how much historical lore he knows of the city#another special interest could be flowers because both in the event and vignette is shown he's exceptionally good at cultivating plants and#i think he mentioned in the vignette one of the things he likes of Fleur city is the landscape tho his con is that the flowers initially --#were cultivated with magic#a perfectionist who brushes it off but his grades and efforts to make everything right despite the questionable morals of his says it all#and the most important thing: it gives me autism vibes#Now about the second statement: he doesn't read comics or scifi in general#but mc explains him some hero lore and talks about a hero who beats villain asses w/o superpowers#and who keeps an eye in every superhero but specially in this guy called superman#because bat believes super is so OP he could make a disaster if he turned to be a bad guy#bat also has reserves of an element that removes superman powers and bets SUPER villains using his brains and weapons he has created himsel#his morals are somewhat different to other heroes and most of them don't understand him but he's ok doing it his own way#and Rollo is sold. No he probably won't ever touch anything related to heroes but this called Batman is right and superior#and most importantly. If MC says Batman is the best with that alone he agrees. With proof he only joins MC more#âMagicless people ruleâ â Rollo Flamme#the part of Rollo having depression and PTSD or some sort of illness induced by trauma is self explanatory if you have read the event#shut up noko
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to whoever wrote donatella's pn wiki, i just wanna talk.
#i don't really believe *everything* raz says about his dad was just him misinterpreting events#and no this doesn't immediately equate augustus was abusive as he's clearly shown to have worked on himself and accept raz#if they were good memories i wouldn't have run away is extremely revealing line about the depths of augustus' anti-psychic sentiments#and how his behavior directly impacted raz and also dion and frazie in how they treat and ostracize raz out of perpetuated fear#and how all of this would create a whirlwind of negativity for raz while living at home because augustus *did* make him feel unwanted#also i think the 'scary psychic campfire storytelling time' is pretty telling of augustus too in how he would instill fear in his children#about psychics and how in turn this would make raz feel like he isn't wanted by his dad as he tried to explore powers that his father hates#yes they had 'secrets' and augustus wanted to 'protect raz' but that feeling of being unwanted and fearing his father was in there for pn1#and it was a good thing that augustus immediately changed his tune! tho he as the dad didn't properly talk to his kids about his change#so dion and frazie are left with a jumbled mess of feelings about psychics and raz and etc#but please tell me how donatella is actually the most emotionally abusive woman in the world please inform me i just wanna know#edit - what she did do wrong was not stop augustus from spreading those very inflammatory anti-psychic sentiments#but to her defense - she was of the belief psychics harmed her husband and cursed her children to die in water#it's a reasonable and tragic fear and it's still on augustus' shoulders for how he treated raz and strengthened raz's fears of his own dad#donatella
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The Reader gets jealous/upset because Sukuna gets Concubines, with a happy ending though. pleaseeeee
Wish I didnât care
Tags: true form!Sukuna x fem!Reader, king!Sukuna, royal au (?), angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending i promise
An: Ooo, this was such a good idea. Thank you for requesting it from me!! I hope itâs everything you wanted!!
Sukuna never felt the need to give you a title for being in his life. To him, titles were superficial⊠There wasnât a title in the world that could explain or encompass the complexities of his relationship with you.
However, you, coming from the mortal realm, wanted a title. Itâs not that you wanted the power that was associated with being the betrothed of the King of Curses. You just wanted to feel.. irreplaceable to him.
So, to make you happy, you were his wife.
Kings rarely ever are allowed the luxury of marrying for love. Most kings marry daughters of other powerful kings to create allies between nations. However, Sukuna didnât need allies. He didnât need to marry for power when he had more power than he knew what to even do with.
Everything was simply childâs play for him. He even stopped trying to conquer the mortal realm because it was just too damn easy for him. The âsorcerersâ could barely even put up a fight. It was embarrassing.
Life was truly becoming boring for him.
That was, until a female curse was delivered straight to his chamber. He was confused and honestly pissed that Uraume would simply guide this harlot into his chambers without his permission. Only you were granted such luxuries.
He was leisurely splayed in his bed with no cloth to cover himself. He truly appreciated the concept of being completely in his own skin at all times, and he often encouraged you to do the same. Though, he also learned to appreciate your more modest approach. You didnât have to show any skin to get Sukuna riled up.
âState your purpose.â His voice was low and menacing as he spoke to the woman. He slipped his robes on over his shoulders, tying it in the front so he was no longer exposing himself.
âMy father sends his regards. Says that a newly wedded king deserves a âfreshâ concubine.â The girl spoke with no humility towards him.
Sukunaâs face twisted in disgust that her dad would even suggest such a thing. He was even more put off that she described herself as âfreshâ as if she were a type of vegetable in the garden.
âYour father can kindly go fuck himself. Iâm not interested.â He responds coldly, and his large palm grabs onto her shoulder with the intention of throwing her out of his chambers. He knew that if you saw her here, youâd probably be devastated.
âMy lord-â
âI am not your anything. You address me as Lord or King, but make no mistake. I am not your lord.â He rudely cuts her off, not letting her think she has any sort of claim to him.
âOkay, Lord Sukuna, whenâs the last time sheâs fulfilled her wifely duties? I can see sheâs not in here tending to you now, right? Sheâd probably feel grateful that youâre being satisfied around the clock.â The concubineâs voice was like a purr, and she looked up at him with eyes thatâd rival a sirenâs.
And for a split second, Sukuna almost considers her offer.
âYouâll never believe it, Kuna!â Your happy voice fills the air, and the door swings open to reveal you holding a small flower in your hand. âI got a jasmine to bl-â Your eyes fall upon to scene in front of you.
Sukunaâs towering over an unfamiliar woman. His hand is touching her neck and shoulder area, while she has her hand leisurely pressed against his bicep.
âWhoâs.. this?â You quietly ask, and immediately, Sukuna can feel a strange feeling pour into him. It feels like⊠guilt? He regrets even momentarily entertaining the idea about this harlot occupying his bed.
âNobody-â
âOh my lady, itâs nice to meet you. I apologize. Lord Sukuna and I were just getting aquatinted with each other since weâll be seeing each other a lot from now on.â The serpent of a female cuts him off, and he immediately realizes just what this is. Whichever king decided to send her is hoping to ruin his marriage. Sheâs quite literally a snake in his garden, trying to ward his wife away from him.
âI donât⊠understand.â The way your voice sounds so small. The small pout upon your lips. The way the flower you were once carrying with such confidence is now sagging in your hand. Fuck. Sukuna felt like a complete imbecile.
âOh, come on now. You know he has needs that are beyond your abilities. Iâll lay with him when youâre too-â
âEnough.â Sukunaâs voice snaps. His teeth grit together as he practically drags the woman out of his chambers. âGo fuck off for a while. Iâll deal with you later.â The door immediately slams in her face.
After a moment of trying to comprehend what just happened and how it all happened so quickly, Sukuna slowly turns to you. It feels like a gut punch once he sees the tears brimming in your eyes.
âThat wasnâtâŠâ
âYou took up a concubine?â You ask in a sniffle. Your hands are barely even holding the jasmine thatâs you were once so excited to show him. Flowers rarely ever bloom in Sukunaâs desolate kingdom, but with hard work and determination, you had gotten a jasmine to bloom in his kingdom.
âNo, she was sent to me. I didnât seek her out.â He tries to dispel the claims while he slowly approaches you. His chest aches as he watches you take a step back away from him. âDo not cower from me, woman.â
âWas I not good enough? Was I not doing enough for you..? I thought⊠I thought it was good, b-but I can try harder.â Your voice is so shaky, and you wonât even look him in the eye. What has he done?
âSilence. You will not speak of yourself like that to me.â Sukuna orders, and he takes another step forward. You take another step back with another sniffle. Your tears are streaming down your cheeks.
âPleaseâŠâ The word sounds foreign on his tongue. Heâs never ever pleaded for anything in his life. He could simply take what he wants, but he doesnât want to hurt his delicate flower. He wants her to seek out comfort in him. âPlease donât cower. It was not like that. She showed up at my door, spoke of lies and filth, and I was trying to throw her out when you walked in.â
âSo you didnât even con..consider taking her on as a concubine?â You ask while you rub the tears away with the back of your hands. Hopefully, this was all just a poorly timed miscommunication.
Sukuna takes a moment before responding. He has two options. He could tell you a white lie that would instantly comfort you, but it would be a lie. Or he could tell you the truth and face the consequences of his actions.
âIt was one moment of weakness.â He replies carefully.
He instantly wishes he just lied from the way your face immediately twisted in disappointment and pure hurt. The jasmine falls from your hands, and your footsteps trail away from his chambers, leaving him dumbfounded.
Sukuna is immediately on your trail, unable to let you be. He needs to fix this. His dear wife is upset, and itâs all his fault.
A pair of hands slither up his arm as he walks. He already knows whoâs touching him based off the nasty feeling from their contact. âMy lord, let her be. She needs to-â
âDismantle.â The concubineâs body drops to the floor in two, split directly at her waist. He had warned her already about referring to him as her lord. She didnât deserve to speak of you so carelessly, and she didnât deserve to live after causing this rift in his marriage.
Sukuna continues on his hunt for you without another hitch, leaving the harlotâs body right where she once stood for one of the servants to clean up.
He searches for you in all your usual spots: the gardens, the kitchen, the library, the rooftop. Youâre no where to be found. You donât want to be found. He starts to wonder around his perimeter. The longer he goes without finding you; the more his heart starts to race.
Did you leave him? Did he lose you for good?
The thought of not having his delicate flower by his side makes his body feel ill. You mustâve placed some sort of binding curse on him, but he didnât necessarily mind.
Heâs close to waging war when he finally sees your small human body tucked underneath a weeping willow on a bed of grass. His body moves on itâs own: running to you. Whenâs the last time heâs ran like this?
Crouching over you, he can see no visible injuries on your body, but he knows heâs wounded your heart with his foolish actions. How could he ever have a wandering eye when you were the real prize?
His four arms carefully scoop you up and cradle your body as he takes a seat underneath the willow. Your poor cheeks are flushed and tear stained. Your eyes and lips are so puffy. You mustâve tired yourself out from crying.
âIâm sorry, flower.â He whispers softly, even if your eyes are still resting. He pulls your body closer to his chest, and he contemplates when he started becoming so soft for you.
A part of him hates it. That small unconscious voice of his telling him that he shouldnât concern himself with the feelings of a mere mortal, but the bigger part of him knows that he canât just ignore you. He cares far too much for you.
âKuna..?â You murmur as your hands rub your eyes. Youâre immediately met with remembering just why you had fallen asleep. âI do not wish to see you right now.â
Sukuna chuckles quietly from your defiant little comment. It reminds him of when you first arrived to his estate. âThen close your eyes.â He simply states as one of his hands start to comb through your hair. âWoman, tell me what to do to fix this.â
You shift your gaze away from him with a small huff. If he wasnât so much bigger than you, youâd try to wiggle away from him. However, you know it is of no use. âI donât know, Kuna.â Your words are sharp and still so full of emotion. âImagine how youâd feel if I told you I contemplated sleeping with someone else⊠in a moment of weakness.â
The sheer thought of it has Sukunaâs anger burning up like an inferno. Youâre his delicate flower. No one would even know how to take care of you like he can. His arms subtly tighten around your frame. âIâd kill every man you gaze at.â
âWell, men can rest easy because I only have eyes for you.â You mutter while rolling your eyes. âI love you so much that the thought of being with someone else repulses me, and it⊠just really hurts that you donât feel the same.â
âFlower, I took you for granted. It was a brief moment of contemplation, but I instantly decided against it. I did not desire her in the slightest.â Sukuna tries to explain, and his hand gently brushes against your soft cheek.
âYou still donât deny that you donât feel the same for me.â You respond quietly, still not giving him the satisfaction of you looking at him.
âYou are everything to me. I will not lose sight of whatâs important again.â
âKuna.â You finally look up at him, and you frown slightly. Sukuna secretly adores the little nicknames you have adorned him with, but heâd never admit it.
âWhat is it, woman?â He asks, titling his head to the side a bit to get a better look at your face. Youâre so pretty in his lap like this.
âDo you love me?â You quietly ask, even if you can already hear his voice telling you âdo not ask questions you donât want answers toâ⊠because even if heâs the incarnate of evil, Sukuna will not lie. Liars are weak cowards who canât get jobs done by being upfront. Sukuna isnât afraid of what the truth is.
Your husband contemplates your question for a moment. He thinks about how disgusting that wannabe concubine was. He thinks about how you preoccupy his mind majority of the time. He thinks about the weird mix of feelings he has felt today in your absence.
âWhat I feel for you⊠is probably the closest to love that Iâll ever get.â Sukuna responds, carefully choosing his words. âYou, my flower, are the only thing that keeps me grounded to the mortal plains.â
You give him the best smile you can muster despite the disappointment that you feel since he wonât tell you that he loves you. You suppose you have no one to blame other than yourself. Sukuna told you when he married you not to get your hopes up for love, but you still canât help but crave that sort of affection from him.
âI donât like seeing you upset, flower.â He speaks tenderly as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. âIf I could, Iâd snap my fingers and assure you that I love you whole heartedly. It just not in my genetic code.â
âI know⊠Iâm grateful for your effort at least.â You murmur as you wrap your arms around his neck.
His arms wrap around you, cradling you to his chest. He inhales deeply, savoring your sweet scent that he enjoys so much. âAm I forgiven, woman?â
âMmm, no.â You smile cheekily in his embrace, and Sukuna chuckles heartily.
âOh? Is someone going to use this blunder to her advantage?â When you nod in his shoulder, Sukuna lays back against the soft pillowy grass. âThatâs my girl. Go on. Make me work for your forgiveness.â
On a completely unrelated note, Sukuna had that harlotâs body mailed back to her father as a âthank youâ for sending a whore to his kingdom.
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Iâve gotten a WAVE of asks about this AU, so I decided to flesh it out some more and answer some of those questions!
Iâll probably polish this extended summary up at some point and submit it to AO3. But for now, hereâs a rundown of my thoughtsâplease feel free to send more questions! Iâll update this post if I get any more. But if youâre someone who wanted to write fic for it, donât worry, you donât need to take my headcanons as gospel. Itâs a pretty basic AU honestly lol
Summary:
The portal accident results in a violent explosion that wipes out the whole block, and condemns all of Amity Park. Danny haunts the city for 100 years, before Sam and Tucker find him.Â
Setup:
In the 1920âs, 19-year-old Danny went into the incomplete portal on his own, hoping to help out his parents. Ripping the portal open through unnatural means created a huge burst of energy that resulted in a massive explosion. A good portion of the Amity Park population died, many were injured, and the ones on the fringes relocatedâAmity was quickly deemed too dangerous due to the excess ectoplasm in the area that attracted ghosts.Â
While the disaster was in Amity, the fallout was seen around the globe. Before, natural portals were rare, short-lived, and rarely allowed ghosts to fully slip into our realm (the most severe cases being on par with poltergeists that most people didnât believe in). Now, natural portals pop open frequently around the world, large enough to allow the entirety of a ghost into the physical plane. Theyâre more common the closer you get to Amity, but they happen enough elsewhere that this change was something of a small apocalypse before people settled back down and found out how to combat at least some of their new, permanent neighbors.Â
Danny is unaware that heâs only half-dead, believing heâs a full ghost. He ends up sticking around Amity, unintentionally making it his haunt. His grief and guilt over causing the death of his loved ones (and many others) makes him isolate and avoid human contact. Though he has, at times, scared nosy people away from the city in a mix of territorial instinctâand to get them to leave before a less friendly ghost finds them.Â
Ghosts are much more of an uncontested danger in this AU. Lesser ghosts are practically mindless, and while stronger ghosts are capable of reason, their interests are limited. Theyâre highly territorial, possessive, and often destructive. Most worrisome is that they also like to snack on the life force of anything alive. No one is sure what dictates a ghostâs propensity to attack or hunt the living for their life force since ghosts donât exactly experience hunger. At least, not the way we do. If a human is rescued before their life force is fully drained, they can make a full recoveryâthough humanity has still not yet found what this âlife force" is.Â
And since the Fentonsâ research died along with them, there arenât many tools available to the public to protect them from ghosts. Most homes have standard ghost shields and some weapons are available on the market, but certified ghost hunters are required to take care of anything more powerful than your average spook.Â
Sam and Tucker met in high school, and are now rooming together for college very close to the Amity border. Rent is surprisingly cheap when youâre a stoneâs throw away from a condemned area crawling with ghosts. Sam is the one who drags Tucker along with her fascination over finding out more about the city, and its largely mysterious demise. Sam is aware of the danger, but feels ghosts have a place in this world just like everything else, and does exercise cautionâlike one would while foraging in the woods with a known tiger population.Â
What she and Tucker werenât expecting was to run into a ghost that felt almost human. One that hasn't hurt them, not for lack of tryingâwhile being powerful enough to walk past ghost shields without so much as a flinch. The long white hair is familiar in the whispers of the ectobiologist community, but thereâs no way it could be the rumored ghost king Phantom, right?
About Danny:
He has very long hair, claws, and black sclera. His hazmat suit is more torn and ragged, with exposed hands and feet that fade into a burnt black.
His hair tends to float a lot on its own. It can start morphing into fire under duress.Â
He does still technically have gloves and boots, they've just charred and melted into his skin towards the ends. He can't take them off in his ghost form. His hands and feet have a leathery texture that's tougher than the rest of his skin.
The white of his hazmat suit is both supposed to look like flames, and also a battered look representing his more violent, explosive death.
Overall, he appears rather listless and sad, with an unnerving air of danger around himâeven for a ghost.Â
Dannyâs âghost senseâ comes out as white smoke.
He does breathe black smoke at times, usually when agitated.Â
He's already fought and defeated Pariah Dark by the time Sam and Tucker find him, technically making him the Ghost King. This is heavily speculated by ghost experts, despite there being no real proof beyond a massive battle that scarred Illinois. He has not donned the Ring or the Crown, and captured sentient ghosts are hesitant to answer questions surrounding him. Danny basically has the throne but doesnât do anything with it, and finds it meaningless enough to routinely forget he has the title. He only fought Pariah because he knew otherwise, humanity would have perished. A lot of ghosts are scared of him because he's so hard to figure out, and he's strong.Â
Danny is usually very quiet and speaks softly, because his lungs were damaged in the blaze that half-killed him. He's technically healed since becoming a ghost, so it's more of a compulsion due to the traumatic memory. That, and heâs just⊠very forlorn and distant, shy around humans who donât seem to understand how dangerous it is to keep hanging around him.
His memories pre-accident are extremely fuzzy. He knows the very basics of who he was, but specifics have been muffled due to trauma and isolation. He routinely forgets human habits, etiquette, etc. and tends to act more like a full ghost with some odd quirks.Â
He does try to scare Sam and Tucker off numerous times. Unfortunately for him, they realized they shouldn't have been able to escape a ghost that strongâbut they did, because he let them.Â
Sam and Tucker think he's mute at first! He doesn't speak a word to them until several encounters later, when he fumbles his whole scary act and saves them from another ghost.Â
Heâs still half-ghost, though he doesnât figure this out until Sam and Tucker come along trying to unravel the mysteries behind the Amity catastrophe. Physically and emotionally, heâs been stuck for 100 yearsâso his human form is still 19. Itâs unclear at this point if he can age normally like a human as long as he stays in human form, or if heâs immortal.Â
Danny's family did not turn into ghosts, though he sometimes worries he'll find them in the afterlife as shells of their former selves. He doesn't know if it's better or worse that he's not sure he'd recognize them.Â
(Danny also still has some living family. Take a guess.)
Yes, he knows how to Wail. Understandably, he very rarely uses it. You do not want to witness this.
Danny :) is not immune :) from the allure of eating a human's life force :)))
#danny phantom#au#zilly art#I just wanted to draw a boy with long hair and claws how did this happen#fire core au
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Masterlist!
All my Levi x reader fanfics and Levi fanart
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Headcanons and asks:
-> Little "toxic" things Levi does as a boyfriend
-> Levi dating a Swifty
-> Levi's s/o telling him she's pregnant
-> Virgin! Levi
-> Sexism in AoT
-> Homosexuality in AoT
-> Levi showing affection to his S/O in front of his kids
-> Levi having competition to wins your heart!
-> Canon! Levi (Scouts time) views on kids, marriage and romantic relationships
-> Alpha! Levi believes you would be a good mommy of his spawns
-> Wishing to be breed by Levi.
-> Levi accusing his partner of cheating?
-> Is Levi a virgin?
-> Is Levi conservative?
-> Levi's S/O with a contagious weird laugh
-> Levi in love
-> Connie having a crush on Levi's girlfriend
-> Levi reacting to his girlfriend giving birth
-> Petnames that Levi would use
-> Levi's reaction to his S/O getting assaulted NSFW
-> Levi's kinks
HEADCANONS MASTERLIST PART 2
I've reached the limit of this a single post by tumblr for links so. . . here's another masterlist lol.
One-Shots:
-> Ackermanâs blood
Levi fears for the first time that perhaps his Ackerman's powers aren't a bleassing when his son suffers the consequences of them. Dad! Levi x Reader
-> Stoppers (NSFW!!)
Levi feels overwhelming jealous and decides that there's nothing better to set things clear of who owns who than a good old fucking. Levi x Reader.
-> Criminal Record Part 1 - Part 2
Levi insist he has done worse things in his life than, perhaps, sleeping with a subordinate.
-> Traidor
2020 what a time to be alive. The snk character are doing the same as old of us trying to survive the lockdown... playing among us! Levi x reader.
-> Fatherâs day
Having a soldier as a father is never easy, way less when your father is Humanity's strongest soldier. Levi's kid has the perfect gift but perhaps it's not the perfect scenario. Dad! Levi x Mom! reader
-> Couple goals
Levi hates military's formal events and you know it. Both of you still make the perfect team.
-> Baby boy
Hang out with your higher-ups as you just become Levi's girlfriend. What's the worse thing that could happen? Spoiler alert: Eren is not going to forget about this... neither Erwin.
-> Scratches down his back NSFW-ish
Repeat after me, nothing good happens in the common showers unless itâs Levi sandwiching you with the wet wall. Sadly, this is not the case. So, nothing good will happen.Â
-> Blackfire
Erwin insists that Levi should educate his squad on certain topics proper of their age. Levi isn't really convinced but Commander's orders are Commander's orders⊠However, Erwin didn't specify on what he should educate his bratty cadets about. Levi x reader!
-> ANGEL
You met Captain Levi while working as a teacher at one of the new orphanages that Queen Historia created. He seems so willying to help. (YANDERE! Levi x reader NSFW!!)
-> Tea time
Levi is deep down a huge gossip old lady. Levi x reader
-> An Old-fashioned Girl
You're a teen living her normal life until she travelled back on time to aot period.
-> Self-sabotage
Erwin begs Levi to buy him a coffee on his way to university. Having a crush in a barista is so hard when you don't like coffee. (Modern au! University student Levi having a crush on a barista)
-> Not in season? NSFW! Part 1 - Part 2
Winter had settled in, and the scouts were busy training and preparing for the prospects of spring, still far away, to retake Wall Maria. Despite the snow accumulating outside, the building was freezing cold, and the world had secluded itself until the temperature rose. So, why was Captain Levi boiling in his own body? Something felt off, but his mind was quickly slipping into insanity as he tried to find a rational explanation. OMEGAVERSE ALPHA LEVI X OMEGA READER.
-> Levi and the first encounter! Underground! Levi
Tales of Levi's life in the underground.
-> EXPLANATION OMEGAVERSE AU
-> Fifteen, what an age to be alive!
Steal your father's car! What could go wrong? Dad! Levi x Mom! Reader
-> Laundry Problems
Levi's a very stoic calm man. He always does laundry but as a unknown piece of clothe appear, Levi's life flash before his eyes. Levi x reader
-> Bed-head Levi
How are Captain Levi's mornings?
-> Boop! You've been chosen!
Levi and you decide to adopt a kitty.
-> My Teen! Levi's modern AU stories.
There's a lot of them so here's a link to all of them.
-> EUPHEMISMS (NSFW-ish)
Levi may not have attended school, but he knows a thing or two about pregnancy⊠and also periods. (Levi takes care of you during your period)
-> Transactional (PURE NSFW!!!)
When you go to ask Captain Levi for a promotion, it's important to remain humble.
-> Mother's smile (Dad! Levi angst)
Levi's son feels the pressure of being an Ackerman.
Little Pieces I Wrote (Self-Explanatory Titles).
-> Levi isn't romantic
-> Levi as a father part 1 part2
-> Unpopular aot opinions
-> Levi growing up in the underground 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8,
-> Levi's morning with happy ending NSFW
-> Sick clingy Levi NSFWish
-> Soft Levi NSFWish
-> Horny Levi x nurse! reader NSFW
-> Levi x Passenger princess reader
-> Travelling with Levi
-> Girlfriend effect on Levi!
-> Levi loving calling his girlfriend "wife"
-> Levi and farlan as roomies
-> Levi as the father of a baby boy
-> Being humanity's strongest baby girl
-> SnK boys and pilates.
-> Levi's baby thinks Levi's tight chess works as mommy's chest lol
-> Erwin finds out that now Levi is busy at night đ
-> Levi's only weakness... You, you and a sundress
-> Sexually frustrated Levi
-> Levi = female gaze
-> Levi using you as an excuse for anything
-> Modern au! Levi was a very attentive fuck buddy, even more attentive as a boyfriend.
-> Your horse doesn't want to share you with Levi.
-> Levi's daughter
-> Erwin introduce you to Levi
-> Rambling about gossip to your boyfriend while stealing his food >>> anything else
-> Deadly Occasion (Levi is forced to marry someone else) NSFW
-> Drunk Levi? Better say needy Levi! NSFW
-> Walking down the streets with Levi
-> Princess treatment + Levi
Mounting Spring (Alpha! Levi x Omega! Reader)
Paradis has opened its doors to the world, and the Rumbling has not yet occurred. The military board insists, "We need more Ackermans!" to avoid ruining Mikasa's life. Levi agrees. Arranged marriage, explicit consent, Omegaverse. Alpha! Levi x Omega! Y/N. Mentions of underage marriage but it doesn't happen, the reader is over 21. Age gap but they are both adults.
Levi's horrible flirting skills!
Short multichapter where we follow Levi's awkward attempts to win the reader over.
Holy Ground (longfic! Levi x reader)
"Alright, get comfortable because this is going to be a long, crappy tale. Join me as we travel down memory lane, back when Erwin wasn't yet a commander, when Mike and Nanaba couldn't keep their hands off each other, when Hange was... well, Hange. And Levi? Well, Levi was a twenty-four-year-old man who didn't give a damn about the rules. Are you ready?"
600! Followers event!
Have you ever wished you could ask Captain Levi a few questions and see his reaction? Well! say no more! I left Levi incharge of my blog for a few days. Enjoy the comic with hisreactions!
2k! Followers event!
Have you ever wished you could ask Captain Levi a few questions and see his reaction? Well! say no more! I left Levi incharge of my blog for a few days. Enjoy the comic with hisreactions! Part 2! Levi's revenge.
SnK Incorrect Quotes:
63 and COUNTING silly posts of quotes that I think snk characters would say.
You think that art looks cute? I draw it! Here's a link to a few of my other pieces!
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Wax
Summary: You tell your boyfriend you got waxed by a manâŠ
Eren x Black Fem Reader SMUT
"Eren!" you called out as you entered his room. he looked up at you with his low red eyes making your heart skip a beat. you were already regretting your decision but you were going to power through. you gave him a little twirl, "notice anything different?"
you saw a trend on TikTok where girls would tell their boyfriends they got a wax done and you wanted to try it. you hesitated knowing Eren he could flip but your friends convinced you to do it.
Eren's eyes trailed over your body stopping at your ass that hung out of your miniskirt. "that ass getting fatter ma? shittt i've been feeding you good." he said as he licked his lips before making eye contact.
you turned around to look at it in the mirror. "i've been hitting the gym with Mikasa and Annie. i ain't even noticed the gains."
"cmere lemme touch it." Eren took a hit off his blunt motioning for you to come sit on his lap. if you didn't actually get a wax today you would've sat on something else. but it was now or never.
you walked over to Eren not missing the way his eyes watched as you purposely swayed your hips. "no, I got waxed." you said placing your foot on his lap.
"youâre so smooth." Eren started rubbing all up on your leg. "everywhere?" he asked as he trailed his hand up higher looking you in the eye.
"baby oil and cocoa butter, love." you said before giving him a nod. a smile graced Eren's lips as he pulled you down so you were straddling him.
"we can't do anything for at least 24 hrsâŠ" you whined out onto his shoulder. "but that's not the point." you said as you shot up. you moved to the bed to create some space between you two, Eren rolled his eyes.
he picked up his phone but signaled to you that he was still listening.
"so I went to get a brazilian today and my regular lady wasn't there so they gave me someone else and honestly, i like them a bit more. they were getting all in there, like really in there and it didn't hurt as much. plus the guy was so ni-" Eren's head shot up.
"hold on ma, did you just say a 'guy?'" he put down his phone and looked into your wide eyes with his red ones.Â
"y-yea he did a great jobâŠ" the wall behind Eren suddenly became very interesting to look at.
"nah, i don't think i'm hearing you right." Eren sat up in his chair with his jaw clenched. "a man waxed you?â
"yes."
"you let a man touch you down there? see you naked."
"it's his job Eren."
"nah you pissing me off right now ma. you let another man touch your pussy and you telling me you're fine with it?" eren moved so he could look deep into your eyes causing you to flinch. you could see his anger building up and it frightened you.Â
he was always so quick to anger, especially around Jean, you can't say how many times they got physical. but he's never yelled at you much less put his hands on you but you didn't know what he would do now. he was unsettlingly quiet. you only nodded afraid you would get on your knees and beg him for forgiveness but a small part of you wanted to push him even further.
Eren surprised you as he started laughing, he rubbed his tattooed hand all over his face looking at you through his fingers. "you expect me to believe you let a man wax when you still get so shy when I say 'pussy'."
you looked away from him, if your skin was any lighter he would've been able to see you blush. "well he said I had the prettiest 'pussy' he ever saw. gave me his number to hit him up if my boyfriend didn't satisfy me enough." you were shy but you werenât a pushover.
Eren took a big hit off his blunt before blowing the smoke in your face."ass up, face down ma." you quickly regretted your words.
"Eren wait-"
âass up. face down. now!" Eren's never talked to you like that, he was always so sweet and nice to you. but right now he was so demanding, it was kinda hot.Â
you quickly moved to position, making sure your back had a nice arch in it before looking back at Eren with a pout. "Eren we can'tâŠ"
"mmhm." he mumbled ignoring your eyes. he pushed up your skirt and delivered a slap to your clothed heat.
"Eren!" you cried out in shock, you shoved your face into the sheets in embarrassment. you've never done this before. you and Eren were vanilla so far because you were a virgin up till a few weeks ago. this was something new and you kinda liked it.
"head up ma, you had a lot to say right? said you'd fuck your waxer cause i wasn't good enough?" he said grabbing your butterfly locs. they were about a week old so they weren't as tight but his grip still hurt. but you were coming to understand that you liked a little bit of pain. "lemme hear it."
eren planted a firm slap against your ass. "ah! It hurts!â Eren gave you another hard slap causing you to jerk forward. you heard him kiss his teeth before you were pulled down to the end of the bed.
âthis not gon work.â he said as he maneuvered you so you were bent over his lap. âyou keep lying to me, âs like you trying to get me mad on purpose ma. you like it when Iâm angry?â Eren asked as he delivered another slap to your bare ass. your dark skin was starting to bruise.
howâd he know? you werenât that bad of a liar. âi was the one who set up and paid for your appointments ma, they wouldâve told me if there was a change.â oh, right. you brought your hands to cover your face in embarrassment.Â
âm sorryâ you whispered.
âif you really got waxed by a man, i canât tell you what wouldâve happened.â Eren let out a bitter laugh looking at his dresser. it brought your attention to the gun Eren kept tucked in his pants when he went out. he always placed it in his top draw when he came home not wanting you to see it but you knew about it. it made you shiver thinking about him using it on someone. âbut donât worry youâll be sorry. count to 10.â
â10 wha- ow!â Eren raised his hand high and brought it down on your ass making you jump. you reached back to grab his hand but he just slapped it away
âyou run, lose count or complain and you start over from one.â he spanked you again watching as your ass rippled. you let out whine, you werenât used to Eren being so mean to you but you were soaked. each slap sent a new wave of tingles to your core.Â
âhow many are we at now baby?â Eren asked in that sweet voice he always spoke to you in.Â
â9.â you sobbed out. you donât even know when you started crying and whether it was from the pain or the neglect of your core.
âthink you can take one more?â despite being so mad at you it made your heart swell at how nice he was still being. he messaged your ass while waiting for the answer.
âyeaâŠâ he delivered one more slap but he directed it toward your clothed heat, fingers coming in contact with your clit, âohhh fuckkk!â your body started to convulse as you felt pure bliss.
âfuck ma⊠did you just come from me spanking you?â Eren breathlessly asked as he placed you beside him, you winced at the contact. you nodded as you hid your face in his shoulder. âthatâs my good girl.â
#aot x black reader#x black reader#anime smut#aot smut#aot x reader#aot#eren yeager#eren x reader#eren aot#eren smut#eren x black reader#eren x black y/n#black y/n#black reader smut
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Cuddling By The Fireplace𧥠- Alastor X Female Reader
â„Summary: It's fall season now, which means the air in Hell will get much colder. Thank god, the hotel has a fireplace.
â„Tags: Alastor x Female Reader, Flufftober, Cuddling, Snuggling, Fireplace, October, Flufftober 2024, Fluff, So Much Fluff.
â„Notes: Needed me some flufftober with Alastor. Enjoy!
Grabbing a piece of wood from the pile, you moved it slowly to the burning flames in the fireplace, small fire sparks crackling out. "That should be enough", you thought, as you slowly motioned to stand back up, maneuvering to your cozy section on the couch. Autumn had slowly creeped its way to hell, as the air was becoming more chiller, and some of the hellish trees were getting a change in color. It still surprised you that hell could even experience seasonal change, since you always believed it was a fiery molten pit, with blazing flames everywhere, but well you were proven wrong.
The other residents of the hotel noticed the sudden change, and began to slowly adapt to it. The others began to wear more comfortable clothing like sweaters and cardigans, especially Angel Dust since you often some him wearing really revealing clothing, but even he couldn't deal with the new chilly weather. Charlie, being the sweetheart that she is, went out of her way to get everyone new fall attire and also provide more blankets and comfy decor for there rooms since it was especially more colder at night. Alastor had pitched in as well, maybe not as much as Charlie, but he expanded his powers to create a warm fireplace in the lobby of the hotel, which everyone appreciated, including you. Everyone had retired for the night, except you, as you found yourself unable to snooze, so you decided to head to the lobby, hoping the warmth from the fireplace would help you nod off.
Upon reaching the couch, you threw yourself onto it, grabbing the fluffy blanket that Charlie had gifted you and wrapped it around yourself. Letting out a sigh, you leaned back, head placed on the couch cushion, as your eyes were trained onto the fire, watching the flames dance and twirl. The cracking of the wood burning and glowing effect provided a comforting atmosphere for you, as your eyes watched on, entranced.
Waves of static had merged itself with the sounds of the burning wood. Turning your head to the right, the empty area of the lobby was now accompanied by the radio demon himself. He was still in his regular suit, as he often said he didn't really sleep, so he found no need to change unless he felt like it. Crimson eyes were gazing at the fire, before they made their way towards you, watching you. "Good evening, my dear. I take it, you also are having trouble getting some proper shut-eye, hmm?" Alastor bent at the waist, smile widening as he continued to look at you. Wrapping the blanket tighter around you, your eyes gazed into Al's softly, giving him a kind smile, "Yeah, I was thinking maybe using the fireplace would help make me more tired. Thanks again for making this" Alastor appeared quite pleased, happy that you were appreciating what he did. It was only a simple trick, but the others were very thankful for it, even though he knows they wouldn't say it outright to him, except maybe Charlie.
"You're quite welcome, my dear.", his smile had softened, as he turned back to gaze at the fire, straightening back up with his hands behind his back. The both of you remained quiet after that, listening to the sounds of the fireplace and the small bursts of static coming off from Al. Moving more to the left of the couch, you lifted the blanket up, inviting Al into the warm cocoon. "Join me?" His ears twitched at your words, moving his head back towards you - eyebrow lifted as he was contemplating it. Eyes widening, you quickly realized your mistake, forgetting the extreme dislike for touch that Alastor made well known to everyone. The hand that lifted up the blanket slowly began to drop, until Al spoke. âVery well," he responded, as he moved closer to where you were on the couch.
Grabbing the lifted blanket, he slowly sat on the couch, moving the cover to wrap around his back. His legs crossed one on top of the other and his hands were placed against his lap, his whole body stiff as a statue. He hadnât turn to look at you when he did that, his eyes continuing to stare at the fire. Heaving a sigh, you uttered an apology, earning a confused look from Al, as his head swiveled towards you, âWhy are you apologizing?â Looking up at him, you opened your mouth to speak, but words failed you, so you casted your head down - ashamed. âI understand I have made you uncomfortable and it wasnât my intention to do that. J-justâŠ. Iâve never seen you physically relax and wind down after a long day and I thought maybe you joining me might help with thatâŠI donât knowâŠIâm sor-â
A warm hand had placed itself on your chin, turning it around to face the red deer man. âYou did no such thing, darling.â His hand ventured from your chin to your cheek, giving it a soft rub. Al began to turn back to look at the fire, his hand dropping from your cheek, making you a bit sad at the loss of contact. âI will admit though, it has been difficult for me to, whatâs the word? AdaptâŠto these sorts of things. Centuries of mutilating and torturing my prey on my broadcasts can do that." His sharp row of teeth had disappeared, as his lips drew into a more somber smile, allowing you to see more of the true side of Alastor. His eyes turned back towards you, illuminating your face. "It may take some time for me to get a grasp of all this. However, I don't mind this current situation." His body was still stiff, but he had unhooked his legs, signifying that he was trying to somewhat relax.
Hands twiddling under the blanket, you looked at Alastor, words fumbling from your mouth. "C-can I come closer?" Silence was the answer that you received from Alastor. He didn't speak, but he was able to respond with a soft nod. Moving slowly, you began to inch closer and closer towards Al, eyeing him to notice any signs of discomfort from your actions. Two sets of hands had grabbed at your waist, lifting you up a bit, placing you on his lap. The blanket was then wrapped around the both of you, warming the both of you up. "Al! What are you doing?" You gazed up at Al in shock, not expecting him to do that. Alastor tilted his head, "Why, you wanted to get closer. Isn't this what you meant?" Well, he wasn't wrong, but you expected laying your head on his shoulder, not being seated on his lap. "W-ell yes, just wasn't expecting this"
Al noticed your flustered state, making him chuckle. His hands remained wrapped around your back, allowing him to pull you closer, your head being placed on his chest. His cheek was place against the top part of your head, allowing him to nuzzle against it softly. Despite being shy at the situation, you melted at the soft actions he was doing to you. Copying him, you nuzzled against his chest, listening closer to the static coming off from him, and breathing in his scent. "You smell nice" His chest vibrated with laughter, amused at your comment. "What a peculiar thing to compliment someone about." Heat rushed to your cheeks, burying your face in his chest to hide yourself from him, yet he could probably spot the red coloring of your ears. Laughing at your adorableness, he moved his hand to place it against your cheek, wanting your eyes to look up at him "You can't hide from me, my dear. You said something along the lines of "I smell nice." Care to tell me more about that?" He was loving this, giving how wide his smile was, eyes as well, glowing with amusement. Seeing no way out of this, you decided to give him an honest answer. "Well...um...you have kind of a earthy scent. Like the smell of pine trees in a forest. It's very pleasing."
As you were explaining it to Alastor, his smile had soften, his hand continuing to caress your cheek. "There! That wasn't so hard, was it?" Still embarrassed, you shook your head to remove his hand, returning back into his chest. Chuckling again, his cheek continued to rub against your hair. "Wildflowers" you heard him say. Removing your head slowly, your eyes gazed up at him, "Huh?" His nose began to trace slowly along your hair, you swear you heard him inhale. "Your scent reminds me of wildflowers. Reminds me of the ones that use to grow in my mother's garden. Sweet and oh so delicate." His voice had dropped an octave when he said this, sending shivers down your back. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. If you weren't sitting on his lap right now, you would have collapsed on your knees at him saying that. "Thanks," was your response to him, face nuzzling further into his chest. He let out a hum, as he continued to do the same to you.
The both of you remained cuddled next to each other, wrapped in each others and the blankets warmth, as the glowing flames from the fireplace continued to dance. Alastor's hand was tracing circles on your back; the sensation drawing a yawn from you as your ears picked up on the sounds of his static heart beating. Your breaths had slowed, eyelids becoming heavy, and little by little, you fell into a deep sleep, cuddling with Alastor. Feeling your body relax, his arms tightened around you, hugging you closer to himself. "Sweet dreams, Y/N."
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lovesick ă wriothesley
â Ë âč . overworking himself from administrative work and boxing in his free time, the poor duke now battles the fever and desire towards you.
à§à â · · 1.2k ă fem reader â sponsored through @ficsforgaza project ă wriothesley gets all needy when his immune system breaks down ă you ride him until he gets desperate ă petnames â love . sweetheart . baby ă nipple teasing . cumming inside . slight breeding kink
The dimmed light of the lamp illuminates his gorgeous face, his icy blue eyes peering deep into yours. Up until not so long ago, you were holding his gaze firmly, scolding that impatient spirit of his for training despite being exhausted.
Of course you were right and ever since then, the Duke has been covered in pillows and blankets, face red and his speech all mumbled. A complete picture of misery he paints â sniffling ever so often, runny nose with a blush, brows knitted together, and your favourite scarf wrapped around him as if it were his shield.
Except a little change, because at this very moment the quilt is thrown to the side and he has you on top of his body instead, frolicking his way into your pouty heart with precise thrusts.
Albeit it feels as though his veins have turned to fire, he cannot stop this erotic dance of hips smacking together, the sickness and arousal both burning him from the inside out. His muscular arms rest on your soft thighs, the rough texture of his skin sending pleasurable tingles up to your mind. You bounce up and down on his throbbing girth, taking him to the hilt over and over again, clenching around him with every roll of your hips. It seems that every time you come down on his length, he arches his back, pressing into you a wee more. His lower lip quivers, feeling your pussy kiss the base of his cock, creating sinful sounds as your juices drip all over him.
Before you lies a handsome man, gosh, you adore him so much, even in that sweaty cotton long sleeve that clings to his muscular stature beneath you.
âMmhâ ahh!â You moan as you bring your hips down, allowing his cock to slide against your pulsating walls in all of its glory.
The sound of slapping echoes through the room when he bucks up to meet your movements. Itâs no easy task to mould yourself to his shape, fuck, heâs so big you could swear to feel him up your throat.
âWriothesley, loveâ fuck, Iâm getting tired!â
âYouâre doing so good, sweetheart. Up, up, keep going~!â
If it werenât for his fever, you would certainly raise his temperature regardless of the weakened state heâs in. Sweat slicks his skin, but still he trembles, cold and hot warring in every shuddering breath. He grips your hips tight, fingers pressing into your flesh as to guide you up and down his thick shaft.
You feel divine at the power you wield over his mind â which drifts away until all he can sense is you creaming around his fat cock. The skin wrapping around your soft flesh and bones feels paper thin, every brush of air and his calloused fingertips against it sending sharp tremors through your delirium-wracked body.
One could almost believe itâs you whoâs feverish, not the man whoâs below you grunting and huffing like an engine that cannot be stopped.
âGorgeous, look at me.â
You meet his piercing gaze, and he shoots you a sweet smile. His fists roam across your curves until he reaches your breasts and takes hold of them, weighing them, groping them. His calloused thumbs brush over your nipples, circling your sensitive buds until youâre unable to face him anymore, eyes rolling back from pleasure.
A bold move to put your palms on top of his, showing off how good he makes you feel. He bites his bottom lip as he stares at you with intense eyes, encouraged and so in love with you, his irises almost turning into hearts.
âYouâre so beautiful, baby. Yes, touch yourself, use my hands how you want them to squeeze you, mhmâŠâ
It just cannot be compared â to feel your heat in reality, to hear your moans from such proximity, to have the freedom to explore you freely.
You look too pretty writhing on top of him. More than in his fever dreams.
He continues the incessant tease of the pebbled nubs until your whines ring in his ears and your debauched expression makes his chest ache. He rolls his hips upward, bucking them to meet yours, harder, harder, stiffened shaft sliding inside of you with purpose.
âG-gonna cum!â A wanton plea slurs out of your slack-jawed mouth.
âA little longer, baby, hold onâ!â
The tips of his fingers leave red marks on your soft skin as he works to get you both off, grinding your hips together just to get your cunt to dew his dark pubes with droplets of completion.
âMe too, Iâm close, too.â He mutters, his head falling on the pillows behind.
You give him one last squeeze before sitting up, his eyes watching closely as your ass moves back and forth along his swollen cock.
âAre you going to cum inside?â
âI can do that if thatâs what you want.â
It would feel like paradise, being filled by his cum. His words make your heart race faster than ever and the deep hue of his voice sounds even raspier â his offer incredibly tempting.
âNo need to be shy about it, love. Donât deny it,â he grunts as you lift yourself up, giving you the perfect opportunity for him to hammer into you all the way, just like youâve always dreamed of.
Each stroke hits you so good it makes you tremble; you almost canât contain your orgasm, not sure how much longer you can handle this. As if hearing your thoughts, he thrusts deeply into you, burying himself completely in your hot tightness, the very tip kissing your deepest parts, pressing to your womb. Itâs enough to send you over the edge, but he is relentless, never giving you a second of respite just to elicit that loud cry out of you. Body naturally trying to pull away, but his muscular arms wrap around your waist, holding you close.
âEverything, baby. Take everything.â
The waves of your release crash into you, overtaking your senses, and so you quiver in his burning embrace. Your cunt clenches tightly around his hard shaft, your walls convulsing violently.
His name falls from your lips, repeatedly, over and over just like he fucks his cum into you until there is nothing left in his balls, until he has driven you completely mad with pleasure.
With the back of his knuckles, he wipes his mouth clean, a little bit of drool escaping when he moaned a moment ago at the saturated overstimulation coming from his spent girth pulsing with remnants of shared high. His face is flushed and beaming, and he pants quietly, but a low growl still rumbles in his throat, still reeling from the intensity of what you two have just experienced.
As you slump along his broad chest, he kisses the top of your head softly, so cute, rubbing small circles over your heated skin. His gesture has one emotion written all over, soaked into the tender feeling⊠love, love, love.
âIâm pretty sure that you have sweltered out all the sickness out of you by now.â You sigh, nuzzled into his neck, a tired giggle tickling his thickened skin near the scars.
âHmm, we can always repeat it if I donât.â He smirks in return, mercury silver eyes flicking at you from under the matted mane of dusty black bangs.
âOh, youâre unbelievable!â
âHeheâŠâ
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i would like to request Cuclops, Beast, Storm, professor X, Magneto, Gmabit with a child reader who was made from theyâre dna with another person and they dound them in a lab and is now theyâre child they have to look after
X-Men x Child!Reader
You are their DNA child
The X-Men each find a child created from their DNA in a lab, taking on the role of protective and nurturing mothers and fathers despite their own struggles. As they guide their children through mastering inherited powers and dealing with past trauma, they provide unconditional love and support, forming deep familial bonds.
Characters: Scott Summers, Hank McCoy, Ororo Munroe, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Remy LeBeau (+ my personal addition: Logan Howlett, Jean Grey, Kurt Wagner, Wanda Maximoff, Rogue & Laura Kinney)
I didn't think I'd enjoy writing about Child!Readers so much, so thank you for this prompt ⥠Hope you like it â Love, Marie, your friendly marvel fangirl
Scott Summers (Cyclops)
- It had been a routine mission, or at least thatâs what Scott Summers thought. The X-Men had received a lead on a suspicious lab experimenting with mutant DNA, and Scott, as ever the disciplined leader, had led the charge. But nothing could have prepared him for what he found when they stormed the facility. Among the vials and tanks, amidst rows of sterile equipment, there was a childâyou. Your wide eyes stared up at him through the glass container, fear and confusion swirling in them. It wasnât until later, after the chaos settled, that Scott learned the horrifying truth: you were made from his DNA and that of another mutant. You were his daughter, created in some twisted experiment.
- Bringing you back to the mansion felt surreal. Scott, who had always struggled with family ties, now had a child to care for. He had never been one to show his emotions easily, but seeing you, so small and vulnerable, brought out something deep inside him. The first night you stayed in the mansion, you were scared, clinging to the unfamiliar surroundings. Scott sat beside your bed, his usually stoic face softened as he held your hand, unsure of what to say. âYouâre safe now,â he said, his voice quiet but firm, his thumb gently brushing the back of your hand. âI promise.â
- The days that followed were full of awkward moments for Scott. He wasnât used to being a father, let alone to a child created from his DNA in such a traumatic way. But as the weeks passed, he found himself growing more protective of you. He took it upon himself to teach you, both in combat and in life. Whether it was teaching you how to control your powers or helping you with homework, Scott was there, even if he fumbled through it. You were a reflection of him in so many waysâhis discipline, his strengthâbut there was also a sweetness in you, a gentleness that Scott often struggled to express himself.
- One day, you were practicing with your optic blasts, and the frustration was clear on your face when you couldnât get it quite right. âIâll never be as good as you, Dad,â you said, your small fists clenched. Scott knelt down beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder. âYou donât have to be like me,â he said softly, âYou just have to be you. And thatâs more than enough.â His words carried a weight that neither of you fully understood at the time, but it was a turning point in your relationship. Scott wasnât just your teacherâhe was your father.
- Over time, Scott found that you brought out a side of him he hadnât known existed. You gave him a reason to smile more, to laugh. It was in the small moments, like when you surprised him with a drawing of the two of you or when youâd curl up beside him on the couch after a long day. He wasnât perfect, and there were moments when the weight of being a leader and a father seemed too much, but Scott never gave up on you. He had promised to keep you safe, and for Scott Summers, promises were everything.
Hank McCoy (Beast)
- Hank McCoy had always believed in science, in logic, and in facts. But nothing could have prepared him for the moment he found you in that cold, sterile lab. Among the syringes and data logs, there you wereâa child created from his DNA and that of another person, a genetic experiment. At first, Hank didnât believe it. Heâd read about cloning and hybrid experiments, but seeing you, your little hands curled around a small teddy bear, he felt something crack in his usually logical mind. How could someone use his DNA for this? More importantly, how could he ever be a father?
- Bringing you home was no easy task. Hankâs lab, usually a place of quiet research and order, was suddenly filled with the chaos of a child. You asked endless questions, your curiosity insatiable, much like his own. âWhat does this machine do?â youâd ask, pointing at some complex piece of equipment, and Hank would patiently explain, even if your attention wandered halfway through. Despite the overwhelming change, Hank quickly realized how much you were like himâsharp, eager to learn, and always thinking two steps ahead. It wasnât long before he found himself smiling every time youâd light up with excitement over a new discovery.
- But being a father didnât come naturally to Hank. He was used to solving problems with science, but you were a whole different kind of puzzle. There were nights when you had nightmares, crying out for help, and Hank would rush to your side, his large, furry hands gently wiping away your tears. âIâm here,â heâd say, his deep voice soft and calming. Heâd sit with you, reading one of your favorite science books until you fell asleep again, your tiny hand clutching his fur for comfort.
- One day, while you were sitting on the floor of his lab, drawing pictures of the two of you, you looked up at him with wide eyes. âDad,â you said, hesitating for a moment. The word felt strange on your tongue, but when Hank smiled, it didnât feel strange anymore. âYes?â he replied, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses. âDo you think Iâll ever be as smart as you?â Your question was so earnest, so full of hope. Hank knelt down beside you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. âYouâre already brilliant,â he said, pride clear in his voice. âAnd youâll only get smarter.â
- Hankâs life, once so full of equations and experiments, was now full of laughter, of you running through the mansion, leaving a trail of questions in your wake. You were a constant reminder that science wasnât everythingâthat there were things like love and family that couldnât be calculated or put under a microscope. And though Hank didnât always have the answers when it came to being a father, he knew one thing for sure: you had changed his life for the better, and he wouldnât trade that for all the knowledge in the world.
Ororo Munroe (Storm)
- Ororo Munroe, known as Storm, had always been a force of natureâboth literally and figuratively. She controlled the weather with ease, a goddess in her own right. But when she found you in that hidden lab, a child made from her DNA and anotherâs, it was as if the wind had been knocked out of her. You were so small, so fragile, lying in a stasis pod with machines hooked up to monitor your vitals. Ororo felt a deep rage for the people who had done this, but as soon as you opened your eyes and looked up at her, that rage melted into something elseâsomething softer.
- Taking you back to the mansion was a whirlwind, not just for you, but for Ororo as well. She was used to guiding young mutants, but being a mother? That was a different kind of responsibility. You, however, adapted quickly, attaching yourself to her like a shadow. You loved when sheâd create tiny storms for you to watchâlittle gusts of wind that made your hair fly around, or small rain showers that youâd dance under. And despite Ororoâs usual grace and poise, you quickly learned that she was a soft touch when it came to you.
- There were moments when Ororo was unsure of herself, wondering if she could live up to the role of being your mother. One night, as thunder rumbled outside, you crept into her room, scared of the storm. Ororo, who could control even the wildest weather, pulled you close, letting you snuggle under the blankets with her. âYouâre not scared of storms, are you?â you whispered, your voice trembling. Ororo smiled gently, her fingers brushing through your hair. âNo, little one. Iâm not.â She paused, pulling you closer. âAnd you donât have to be afraid either. I will always protect you.â
- As the days turned into weeks, you became her world. She taught you everything she knew about the balance of nature and how to respect the power you might one day hold. But there were also simpler momentsâOroro teaching you how to braid your hair, laughing with you as you tried to copy her intricate designs. The X-Men often commented on how much you resembled Ororo, not just in looks but in the calm, confident way you carried yourself, even as a child. You were her legacy, and Ororo couldnât have been more proud.
- One afternoon, after a day of training, you sat beside her in the garden, watching the flowers sway gently in the breeze sheâd conjured for you. âMom,â you said quietly, the word feeling more natural every time you used it, âDo you think Iâll ever be able to do what you do? Control the weather?â Ororo looked down at you, her smile warm and full of love. âYou already have a power all your own, my dear,â she said, placing a hand on your cheek. âAnd one day, youâll learn to control it, just as I did.â You nodded, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. With Ororo by your side, you knew you could handle anything.
Charles Xavier (Professor X)
- When Charles Xavier found you in that hidden lab, it felt as though time had stopped. He had read the reports of genetic experiments being conducted on mutants, but he had never expected to find youâa child made from his DNA and anotherâs. The scientists who had created you intended for you to be the perfect telepath, a child who could rival even Charles in mental power. As you stared up at him, your eyes wide with confusion, Charles couldnât help but feel a deep connection to you. You were not just an experimentâyou were his child. And though the circumstances were unnatural, he felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility for you.
- Bringing you back to the mansion, Charles knew that your upbringing would be difficult. Not because of your powers, which were still developing, but because you had been created in a sterile, loveless environment. You had never known the warmth of a family. He could feel your fear and uncertainty through your young mind as you clung to him. âI know this is all new for you,â Charles said softly one evening, his voice calm and reassuring. âBut you are safe here. Youâll never have to be alone again.â His words werenât just for comfortâthey were a promise.
- Your powers began manifesting early on, sometimes in ways that startled even Charles. One day, during a lesson, you accidentally tapped into his mind without meaning to, and for a moment, you saw the depth of his thoughts, his past, and his pain. Frightened by what you had seen, you pulled back and cried, âI didnât mean to!â Charles knelt before you, his eyes gentle. âItâs alright,â he said, his voice soothing. âYour powers are a part of you, just as mine are a part of me. Weâll learn to control them together.â And thatâs what he didâpatiently guiding you, helping you understand the vast capabilities of your mind.
- Despite his often serious demeanor, Charles loved spending time with you. He took you on walks around the mansion grounds, explaining the history of the X-Men, the importance of protecting both mutants and humans. But it wasnât all lectures. Sometimes, heâd create small mental games for the two of you, making puzzles that you could solve together with your telepathy. He found himself enjoying the simple joy of watching you grow, both as a mutant and as his child. You werenât just a student to himâyou were family.
- One night, after a particularly long day of training, you crawled into his lap as he sat in his wheelchair, your small arms wrapping around him. âDad,â you said quietly, âDo you think Iâll be strong enough one day? Like you?â Charles smiled softly, placing a gentle hand on your back. âYouâre already strong,â he whispered, âIn ways you donât even realize yet.â His words comforted you, and as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, Charles knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would never have to face them alone.
Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)
- Erik Lehnsherr had seen many horrors in his life, but finding you in that labâhis child, created from his DNA and that of anotherâawakened a new kind of rage within him. The people who had done this saw you as nothing more than an experiment, a tool for control, and that disgusted him. When he found you, weak and scared in your containment cell, his heart broke in a way he hadnât expected. You were small, innocent, and unaware of the forces that had brought you into the world. But as soon as he saw you, he knew one thing for certain: you were his, and he would protect you at all costs.
- Erik had never considered himself a nurturing figure, but the moment you reached for him, your tiny hand clutching the sleeve of his coat, something inside him softened. âYouâre safe now,â he promised, his voice low but steady. He could see the confusion in your eyes, the fear of the unknown, but Erik was determined to make sure you never felt that way again. He took you back to his sanctuary, away from the prying eyes of the world, where he could keep you close, keep you safe.
- As the days turned into weeks, Erik began teaching you about your powers. Like him, you had control over magnetism, though your abilities were still weak and unfocused. He showed you how to manipulate small objects, how to feel the pull of metal in the air. You were eager to learn, your wide eyes always looking to him for approval. And though Erik was a strict teacher, there was a tenderness to the way he spoke to you, a gentleness that he reserved only for you. âYou are strong,â he would tell you, his hands guiding yours as you lifted a metal ball with your mind. âStronger than you know.â
- Erik wasnât always the easiest man to be aroundâhis anger often got the best of him, especially when it came to protecting you. He was fiercely protective, and the idea of anyone harming you sent him into a rage. But with you, he was different. You had a way of calming him, of bringing out a side of him that he had long buried. One night, after a particularly hard day of training, you climbed into his lap and rested your head on his chest. Erik froze for a moment, unaccustomed to such displays of affection, but then he relaxed, his arms wrapping around you protectively. âYouâre my child,â he whispered, his voice barely audible, âAnd Iâll always protect you.â
- The bond between you and Erik grew stronger every day. He wasnât perfectâhis anger and need for control sometimes made things difficultâbut you never doubted his love for you. He taught you to be strong, to stand tall, and to never let anyone make you feel small. And though Erik was often seen as a villain by the world, to you, he was a fatherâa man who loved you fiercely and would do anything to keep you safe.
Remy LeBeau (Gambit)
- When Remy LeBeau found you in that lab, it felt like a punch to the gut. You were a childâhis childâcreated from his DNA and that of another person. Remy wasnât the kind of man to be easily shaken, but the sight of you, so small and scared in that cold, sterile room, hit him harder than anything else ever had. You looked up at him with wide, uncertain eyes, and in that moment, something inside him changed. He had never expected to be a father, especially not like this, but as he reached out to you, offering you his hand, he knew he couldnât walk away.
- Remy brought you back to the mansion, unsure of how to be a father but determined to figure it out. From the moment you arrived, you clung to him, and despite his usual carefree attitude, Remy felt a deep sense of responsibility for you. Heâd always been a bit of a rogue, someone who played by his own rules, but when it came to you, everything was different. He found himself caring in ways he never thought possible. You were his petite, and he would do anything to make sure you were happy and safe.
- Life with Remy was never boring. He taught you how to play cards, how to move silently through a room without being noticed, and even a few harmless tricks to keep life fun. But it wasnât all fun and gamesâRemy also took his role as your father seriously, even if he didnât always show it in the traditional way. He was patient with you, always ready with a smile or a joke when things got tough. âDonât worry, mon chĂ©ri,â heâd say when you struggled with your powers. âWeâll figure it out together, eh? Jusâ gotta take it one step at a time.â
- One evening, after a long day of training with your powers, you sat beside him on the porch, watching the sun set. You had been quiet all day, and Remy could tell something was on your mind. âWhatâs on ya mind, petite?â he asked, his voice soft and full of concern. You looked up at him, hesitating for a moment before asking, âDo you think Iâll ever be as good as you, Dad?â Remy chuckled softly, ruffling your hair. âCher, you already better than me,â he said with a grin. âYou just donât know it yet.â
- Remy wasnât perfectâhe made mistakes, and sometimes his past caught up with himâbut when it came to you, he was always there. He taught you not just how to use your powers, but how to navigate life with a sense of humor and a light heart. You were his pride and joy, and though he didnât always say it, you knew he loved you more than anything. Remy LeBeau, the infamous Gambit, was a man of many faces, but to you, he was just Dadâthe man who made you laugh, who taught you to be strong, and who loved you more than anyone ever could.
Logan Howlett (Wolverine)
- When Logan first found you in that lab, he wasnât sure what to think. You were a kidâhis kid, created from his DNA and that of another person. Logan had been through more than his fair share of experiments, but this one felt personal in a way that cut deeper than any blade ever had. The moment he saw you, small and confused in the sterile environment of the lab, something inside him clicked. He was a lone wolf by nature, but now? Now, he wasnât alone. He had you.
- Taking you out of that lab and bringing you back to the mansion was one of the hardest things Logan had ever done. Not because you were difficult, but because the situation felt so foreign to him. He didnât know how to be a father, not after everything heâd been through. But when you grabbed onto his hand, refusing to let go, he realized that maybe, just maybe, this was something he neededâsomething you both needed. âYouâll be alright, kid,â he muttered, his voice gruff but comforting. âIâm not goinâ anywhere.â
- Life with Logan was rough around the edges, but there was a certain comfort in it. He was protective, always keeping an eye on you, making sure you were safe. Your powers, inherited from him, were slow to develop, but he was patient, teaching you the best way he knew how. When your claws first emerged, you were scaredâterrified of what they meant, of what you might become. But Logan just knelt beside you, showing you his own claws. âAinât nothinâ to be afraid of,â he said quietly. âWe got the same blood. Weâll figure it out together.â
- Despite his gruff demeanor, Logan had a soft spot for you. He wasnât the type to show affection openly, but there were little moments that made you feel safe and loved. Sometimes, heâd ruffle your hair or take you on quiet walks in the woods surrounding the mansion, sharing stories from his long, complicated past. And though he didnât say it often, you knew he cared. âYouâre tougher than you think, kid,â heâd say after a particularly hard day of training. âDonât let anyone tell ya different.â
- One night, after a long day of training and dealing with the chaos of the X-Menâs missions, you sat beside Logan on the porch, watching the stars. You leaned into him, and to your surprise, he didnât pull away. Instead, he put a strong arm around you, his usual gruff expression softening for just a moment. âAinât easy, beinâ like us,â he said quietly. âBut youâre doinâ good, kid. Real good.â His words, simple as they were, meant everything to you. Logan wasnât just your protectorâhe was your father, the one who would always be there, no matter what.
Jean Grey (Phoenix)
- When Jean Grey found you in that lab, it felt as if her heart had stopped. You were small, frail, and afraidâher child, created from her DNA and someone elseâs. Jean had always known the world could be cruel, but seeing you, a child born from her, used in an experiment, broke her heart in ways she hadnât expected. As you looked up at her, your wide, uncertain eyes searching for answers, Jean knew she had to protect you, to show you that you were more than just a projectâyou were her daughter, and you would never have to face the world alone.
- Bringing you to the X-Mansion, Jean took it upon herself to make sure you felt safe and loved. She was nurturing by nature, but being a mother, especially under such strange circumstances, was new to her. You had been raised in a lab, never knowing the warmth of a family, and Jean could sense the confusion and fear in your mind. âItâs okay,â she would often tell you, her voice soft and full of love. âIâm here now. You donât have to be afraid anymore.â
- Your powers began to manifest slowly, but Jean was there every step of the way. Like her, you had telepathic abilities, but they were unpredictable, sometimes overwhelming. Jean knew what it was like to be afraid of your own mind, so she guided you patiently, helping you control your powers in a way that didnât scare you. âI know itâs hard,â she would say when you struggled, âbut weâll work through it together. Youâre never alone in this.â
- Jean was the type of mother who balanced discipline with love. She taught you about responsibility, the importance of using your powers for good, but she also made sure you had a childhood filled with warmth and care. She loved reading with you, taking you out to the garden, and spending quiet moments with you when the mansion was still. âYouâre going to do great things,â she would whisper to you before bed. âI can already feel it.â Her belief in you was unwavering, and that gave you the strength to keep going.
- One night, after a particularly overwhelming day with your powers, you burst into tears, afraid of the thoughts and emotions that were swirling in your head. Jean held you close, her arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace. âItâs okay, sweetheart,â she said, her voice gentle and soothing. âYouâre stronger than you know. And no matter what happens, Iâll always be here for you.â Her words calmed you, and as you drifted off to sleep in her arms, you knew that with Jean as your mother, you would always be loved and protected.
Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)
- Kurt Wagnerâs heart broke the moment he found you in that cold, dark lab. You were a childâhis child, created from his DNA and someone elseâs. The scientists had clearly been experimenting on you, trying to replicate Kurtâs teleportation abilities, and the thought made him sick to his stomach. You were frightened, huddled in the corner of the cell, but when you looked up and saw Kurt, something changed. Despite your fear, you recognized himâyour fatherâand in that moment, Kurt knew he had to get you out of there. He teleported into the cell and scooped you into his arms, holding you close as he whispered, âYouâre safe now, mein kind. Iâm going to take care of you.â
- Life with Kurt was full of warmth and love, despite the strangeness of your origins. He was a kind, gentle soul, and he made sure you always felt safe and loved in your new home at the mansion. You had been raised in a lab, and the world outside was new and overwhelming to you, but Kurt was always there to guide you through it. âThe world can be a little scary sometimes,â he would say, his voice soft and full of love, âbut you donât have to face it alone. Weâll figure it out together, ja?â
- Your powers began to manifest early on, much like Kurtâs. You could teleport, though it was unpredictable, and it scared you at first. But Kurt was patient with you, teaching you how to control your abilities with care and precision. âItâs like a dance,â he would tell you with a smile. âYou just have to find your rhythm.â He made it fun, turning your training sessions into games, and soon enough, you were teleporting with ease, your laughter filling the air as you disappeared and reappeared around the mansion.
- Kurt was the kind of father who filled your life with joy and laughter. He loved taking you on little adventures, teleporting you to different places around the mansion, or even to quiet spots in the nearby forest where the two of you could sit and talk. He would tell you stories of his own childhood, of his time with the X-Men, and you always felt a deep connection to him. âYouâre a gift,â he would say to you often, his golden eyes full of warmth. âAnd Iâm so proud to be your father.â
- One evening, after a particularly difficult day with your powers, you found yourself frustrated and on the verge of tears. Kurt noticed immediately and teleported to your side, wrapping you in a gentle embrace. âItâs okay, mein kind,â he said softly, his tail curling around you protectively. âYou donât have to be perfect. You just have to be you. And thatâs more than enough.â His words were comforting, and as you leaned into his embrace, you realized that no matter what challenges you faced, you would always have Kurt by your side, loving and supporting you every step of the way.
Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)
- When Wanda found you in that lab, her heart ached in a way she hadnât felt since losing her brother. There you were, small and fragile, created from her DNA and that of someone elseâs, a product of twisted science. The fact that they had used her powers, her very essence, to bring you into existence shook her to the core. But as she reached out, sensing your fear and confusion, Wandaâs maternal instincts kicked in. She saw herself in you, vulnerable and lost. âYouâre coming with me,â she whispered, her voice soft yet firm. And with a wave of her hand, she made sure the lab was nothing but a distant memory for the both of you.
- Adjusting to life outside of the lab wasnât easy for you. Wanda knew that better than anyoneâshe had struggled with control over her powers too. But she was patient with you, teaching you how to harness your abilities in a way that didnât overwhelm you. You inherited a portion of her reality-altering powers, though on a much smaller scale. Still, they frightened you at times, and Wanda was always there, offering a calm, understanding presence. âItâs okay to be scared,â she would say gently, holding your hand. âBut youâre not alone. Iâll help you control it.â
- Wanda took a different approach to parenting than most, understanding that you had been through so much already. She was nurturing and protective, but she also gave you space to find yourself. Some days, the two of you would sit together in the living room, working on spells and abilities in a way that felt more like a bonding experience than training. âYouâre stronger than you think,â sheâd tell you, her eyes glowing softly with pride. âAnd Iâll always be here to guide you.â
- Despite the intensity of her own life, Wanda made sure you had moments of normalcy. Sheâd take you out for walks, playfully manipulate reality to make flowers bloom in winter, or make the stars shine brighter just for you. There were quiet evenings where the two of you would sit outside, watching the moon, and sheâd tell you stories of her own childhood, of Sokovia, and of her brother Pietro. âFamily is everything,â sheâd say, a soft sadness in her voice. âAnd you, my dear, are my family.â
- One night, after a particularly hard day, you broke down in front of Wanda, frustrated with your powers and the fear of becoming something you didnât understand. Wanda knelt down in front of you, wiping your tears away with a gentle touch. âYou are not your powers,â she said softly, her voice steady but full of emotion. âYou are so much more. And no matter what happens, Iâll always be by your side. Youâre my child, and I love you.â The warmth in her words, the unconditional love, wrapped around you like a shield, and for the first time in a long time, you felt safe.
Rogue (Anna-Marie)
- Rogue had been through enough in her life to know that no one asked for the cards they were dealt. But when she found you in that lab, hooked up to machines, created from her DNA and anotherâs, it shook her to the core. The guilt hit her hardâsomeone had taken her powers, her life force, and used them to create you. As she gently pulled you out of that cold, sterile environment, she looked down at your young face, full of fear and uncertainty, and felt a fierce protective instinct rise within her. âCâmon, sugar,â she said softly, brushing your hair out of your face. âAinât nobody gonna hurt ya now.â
- Rogue wasnât sure how to be a mother, especially considering her powers, but she was determined to make it work. She had never been able to touch people without fear, but with you, it was different. The scientists had altered something in your genetic makeup, allowing you to be immune to her powers, meaning she could hold you, comfort you, without the fear of harming you. And for the first time in a long time, Rogue felt like she could give someone the care and affection sheâd always longed to give. âAinât that somethinâ,â sheâd say with a smile as she hugged you, grateful for the chance to finally feel human connection.
- You had inherited a version of Rogueâs powers, but they were different, more unstable. You couldnât quite control when or how you absorbed someoneâs abilities, and that scared you. But Rogue was patient, guiding you through your struggles with a warmth and understanding that only she could provide. âItâs okay, baby,â sheâd say whenever you felt like you were losing control. âWeâll figure it out together. I know what itâs like to feel scared of your own skin, but I promise, youâre gonna be just fine.â
- Rogue was fiercely protective of you, always making sure you felt safe and loved. Sheâd take you out on long rides on her motorcycle, teaching you the thrill of the open road while also making sure you knew that no matter what, you had someone in your corner. She shared stories of her own life, her struggles with her powers, and how she found a family in the X-Men. âWeâre family now,â sheâd say, her Southern drawl comforting and familiar. âAnd family sticks together, no matter what.â
- One day, after a particularly rough incident where you accidentally absorbed another mutantâs abilities, you were left feeling scared and ashamed. Rogue found you curled up in your room, and she sat down beside you, pulling you into her arms. âListen here, sugar,â she said softly, her voice full of warmth. âAinât nothinâ wrong with you. We all got our struggles, but youâre strong. Stronger than you know. And no matter what happens, Iâm here for you. Always.â Her words, her unwavering support, made you feel like maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.
Laura Kinney (X-23/Wolverine)
- Laura wasnât one for showing emotion, but when she found you in that lab, something shifted inside her. You were a product of the same twisted science that had created her, only this time, they had used her DNA along with someone elseâs to make you. Seeing you, so small and fragile, hooked up to those machines, brought back memories she had tried to bury. But you were differentâyou were hers. Without a second thought, she destroyed the lab and took you into her arms, her voice soft but firm as she whispered, âYouâre coming with me.â
- Life with Laura wasnât easy, but she was determined to be the mother you deserved. She wasnât used to caring for someone else, especially not a child, but she knew what it was like to grow up alone, to feel abandoned, and she refused to let that happen to you. She didnât talk much, but her actions spoke louder than words. She made sure you were safe, protected, and had everything you needed. And when you were scared, sheâd sit with you in silence, her presence alone enough to make you feel secure. âIâm here,â sheâd say quietly, her hand resting on your shoulder. âI wonât let anyone hurt you.â
- Like Laura, you had inherited claws, but yours were differentâmore unpredictable. Sometimes they would come out when you didnât want them to, and other times you struggled to control your healing factor. Laura knew what that was like, and she was patient, teaching you how to manage your powers with a quiet strength that you came to rely on. âItâs not about control,â sheâd say as she watched you practice. âItâs about understanding who you are. Youâre not a weapon. Youâre my child.â
- Despite her stoic nature, Laura was protective in a way that only a mother could be. Sheâd watch over you constantly, making sure you were never in danger. She didnât express her love through words, but through actionsâtaking you hunting in the woods, teaching you survival skills, and making sure you knew how to defend yourself. âIâm not always going to be here,â sheâd say, her voice low and serious. âBut youâre strong. You can handle anything.â
- One night, after a particularly hard day of training, you broke down, frustrated with your abilities and feeling like you were more of a burden than anything else. Laura sat down beside you, silent at first, before she spoke quietly, her voice filled with an emotion she rarely showed. âYouâre not a burden,â she said, her eyes fixed on the horizon. âYouâre my child. And Iâm proud of you. No matter what happens, Iâll always be here for you.â Her words, though simple, carried a weight that made you feel loved and understood in a way you hadnât before. With Laura as your mother, you knew you were never truly alone.
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Strength
Rise Ramblings #565
While watching the show, I realized that we donât really get to see the boysâ true strength very often. Yes, we see their Ninpo at work, especially towards the end of the series, but I believe that outside of their Ninpo there is so much more to these boys than meets the eye. Â
When thinking about raw strength, itâs easy to say something like âYeah, Raph is the strongest.â And for good reason...
He is the one that works out the most.
His build is the largest and the most intimidating.
Often times we see him picking up, carrying, or tossing his brothers around, no problem.
And thatâs why this big guy gives the best hugs.
But the main reason why he's seen as the strongest is because heâs the one generally seen picking up the most impossibly heavy objects.
Although, he does have his limits.
Yes, Raph is the strongest, but that does not negate the strength of the rest of the bros.
The physical abilities of the other three are nothing to sneeze at, especially since they were all originally created to be weapons. (See âWhat Was Meant To Beâ for more on that subject.)
Take Mikey for instance.
Of all of the boys, you wouldnât think of Mikey as particularly strong, but here he is shoulder pressing one of his brothers for fun.
And flinging the boy in plum.
What about Leo? Sure, we never really see him exert himself, especially when it comes to weightlifting or exercise, but I canât help but notice how much he tends to carry his little brother.
Furthermore, Leo doesn't just carry Mikey, but throws him around as well.
But I believe the one that low key shows off his strength the most is Purple.
(It might have something to do with his overall lack of restraint, but I digress.)
He easily carries his brother when he needs to.
And more impressively, he throws Mikey like nobodyâs business using his bow staff and his own brawn.
Speaking of his staff, if this is true:
Then what do we make of this instance?
Yes, the staff was already semi-broken, but does he go on to completely demolish the titanium staff in frustration with his bare hands? (Kudos to @theaphaeon for pointing this out!)
You be the judge.
Nonetheless, for me, what really proves Donatelloâs strength are these scenes:
Donnie doesnât just carry out this feat once, but twice!
Not only does Donnie hold up the combined weight of ALL of his brothers, but he does it via one leg. For a normal person, if all of that weight was put on one leg they would be severely injured. But for Donnie, this is just a silly mode of travel with his beloved bros. Meanwhile, his jet pack is struggling under the combined weight of all four turtles...
All-in-all, I just wanted to really highlight the turtles' physical strength and remind myself that strength is not just a Raphie thing, but something that stems across all of the turtle teens.
Do you guys have any more examples of the boys being the powerful weapons they were created to be without using their Hamato Ninpo?
All comments and reblogs are welcome! đ
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Can I make a request? Homelander falling for a reader who is completely unaware of it. Not because he's good at hiding it but because, they genuinely can't fathom the thought of someone being that intense with their feelings about THEM of all peopleđ but their the only person who's genuinely kind to him.
I'm sooooo sorry this took so long
Love and Devotion
pairing | homelander x supe!reader
word count | 5.8k words
summary | homelander becomes increasingly obsessed with the new kind and unsuspecting supe, and fixates on her as his perfect match, believing she belongs to him. his possessiveness reaches new heights after discovering intimate details about her powers, pushing him to claim her as his own, regardless of her obliviousness to his feelings.
tags | canon homelander??? obsession, possessiveness, season 4 timeline, major fluff, tell me if you think it ooc homelander, lactating kink
a/n | first homelander fic, this was sooooo fun to write and yes I did rewatch season 4 for this
likes, comments, reblogs are always appreciated âš
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You were perfect from the moment he laid eyes on you.
"Her?"
Homelanderâs voice dripped with disdain as he watched Firecracker spewing her rant about family values and patriotism, all while waving her hands around. She reminded him of a third-rate talk show host. He grimaced, turning to Sage.
"Yeah," Sage responded, standing at his side.
"Really?" he sneered, barely able to mask his disgust.
"Mhm," Sage hummed in affirmation.
"Seems like she fell off her Jet Ski one too many times," Homelander muttered, his lip curling.
Sage, unbothered by his sarcasm, simply shook her head. "No, now that Starlightâs back leading the Starlighters, we need someone like her."
Homelander raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Mm. And thatâs gonna shut them up?" He knew exactly what "them" meant: the endless critics, social media commentators, all the noise that clawed at his mind.
"No," Sage replied, her voice low and cryptic. "Sheâs going to make them louder."
He shot her a look. "You gonna trust me or not?" she added before he could question it further.
Rolling his eyes, he turned his gaze elsewhere. He was growing tired of these briefings, the endless parade of new supes Vought was parading through. But then, his eyes landed on you.
You were surrounded by a group of eager reporters, microphones pushed into your face. Unlike Firecracker, who couldn't stop her loud, brash performance, you were different. You weren't reciting hollow slogans or pandering to anyone. You stood there with an almost serene composure, answering each question softly, with a gentle smile. There was somethingâŠsincere in the way you spoke, like you actually cared about the answers, not just the headlines theyâd create.
"And what about her?" Homelander murmured, his gaze locked on you as if he were seeing something unexpected for the first time.
"The Pink Dahlia," Sage said, repeating your supe name as though it was obvious. "Sheâs going to be the new Starlight."
Homelander frowned, feeling a flicker of confusion. The new Starlight? That seemed impossible. No one could ever replace that bitch's popularity, herâŠadoring fanbase. But Sage seemed to sense his thoughts, elaborating with an almost bored tone.
"The only reason Starlight is liked is because of her sincerity. Her kindness," Sage explained, nodding towards you. "Pink Dahlia is going to be Americaâs next sweetheart supe."
Homelander hummed, though his mind was elsewhere, distracted by the sight of you. Sage was talking, but he was no longer listening. Instead, he watched as the cameras captured your every move. For a moment, you glanced in his direction. Not out of fear or awe, but with that same quiet softness you gave to everyone. It unnerved him how unaffected you seemed by his presence, by who he was.
He wanted to look away, but he couldnât.
Sage dragged him into yet another pointless debate, but his attention was only half there. He knew sheâd eventually let it go once she realized his disinterest, and sure enough, she did. He was quick to pass her along to the vulturesâphotographers desperate to get the next "supe girl" in their lenses.
As Homelander turned, his gaze landed on Ryan, sulking in one of the chairs at the back of the room. Frustration boiled inside him. He couldnât stand seeing his son like that, so withdrawn, when the whole world was theirs.
But then, his brow furrowed. You had walked over, leaving the cameras behind. Quietly, you sat beside Ryan, the two of you almost invisible in the flurry of the room. He watched as you offered your hand to Ryan, a gentle smile on your face. His son, who had been lost in his own thoughts, blinked in surprise before hesitantly shaking your hand.
For the first time in hours, Homelander saw the tension leave Ryanâs shoulders. His usual sulk was replaced with something lighter. He listened to whatever you were saying, nodding slowly. Homelanders listened carefully to your sweet words, and watched how they were clearly having an effect on Ryan.
Interesting.
Homelander had too many fucking things going on for his mind to keep circling back to you. It irritated him, gnawed at him like an itch he couldnât scratch.
First, the rage that boiled up every time he saw those goddamn Starlighter protests. He could hardly walk outside without hearing people chant for Starlightâs bullshit message, waving their signs, spewing their anti-Homelander garbage. It infuriated him. Then there was the constant frustration in dealing with Neuman. She was slippery, always too clever, too calm, and it made every negotiation with her feel like wading through quicksand.
But every time his temper cooled, his thoughts went back to you. You. That sweet, unassuming smile that you flashed so casually, like it wasnât the most perfect thing heâd ever seen. And then there was your bodyâtight and perfect in that small pink and green suit, looking like you belonged on a magazine cover instead of here, in this hellhole with people like him.
It made him furious.
How could he let himself be distracted by you, when everything else around him was crumbling? He was supposed to be in control, but instead, he was falling apart. First he let that fucking loser Hughie get away. Then, Ryanâhis own sonâhad the nerve to run off to see Butcher after everything Homelander had given him. After all the time and care heâd put into Ryan, after showing him the world, how was he still not good enough?
It made him sick.
And then... and then there was the other thing. His reflection. The part of him that never shut up, that always knew where to strike. His other self had looked at him and sneered. Told him he was weak, that he was a joke. That no matter how much power he had, no matter how feared he was, he was still nothing.
And maybe it was right. Maybe he was losing it.
So he decided to visit home. The lab. Where they had made him. Where he had been molded into the strongest supe to ever walk the earth. Heâd slaughtered every single one of the scientists who had "raised" him. He stood in the sterile halls, the faint hum of the machines still active around him. The silence made him feel grounded, like this was the only place in the world where he could truly be himself.
But it wasnât enough. Not anymore.
Not when the image of youâyour smile, your soft gaze, your kindnessâkept seeping into his mind. You were a weakness he couldnât afford. And that filled him with even more rage.
And yet the moment he saw your face, all that rage he had been holding onto evaporated like steam. The blood, the anger, the frustrationâit all seemed distant as he took in the worried expression on your face.
He had strolled back into Vought Tower like nothing was wrong, though his suit was still soaked in the blood and viscera of the scientists heâd butchered in the lab. It didnât matterâhe was Homelander, after all. No one would dare question him. But fate must have been laughing at him because, of all people, he ran straight into you.
You froze when you saw him, your eyes widening in pure shock at the sight of him covered in carnage. Anyone else would have been horrified, would have run or screamed, but not you. Instead, your lips parted and, with that same quiet softness he had come to expect, you said, âWould you like some help?â
Homelander just stared, his mind slowing to a crawl as the words sank in. He was a god, covered in the blood of men, and here you were, offering help. Something inside him shifted in that moment. He nodded, feeling strangely empty and vulnerable, like a child waiting for instructions. In the back of his mind, he realized this was the first time you had actually spoken to him directly.
His chest tightened as you stepped closer, your eyes flicking up to his with cautious concern. You reached out and gently placed your pink-gloved hand into his red, blood-stained one. Homelander nearly closed his eyes, focusing intently on the warmth of your touch. That warmthâit spread through him, melting away the sharp edges of his anger. No one touched him like that, without fear or calculation.
You led him silently into the elevator, your hand still in his, guiding him like he was something fragile. He couldn't help but glance down at your hand in his, his mind spinning as he tried to commit the sensation to memory. The touch wasnât just physicalâit felt like a lifeline, something pulling him out of the darkness he had been sinking into.
As the elevator doors slid shut, the quiet hum of the building surrounded them, and Homelander found himself focusing solely on you. You didnât flinch. You didnât recoil. You just held his hand, gently, as if leading him somewhere safe. He didnât feel like a monster in that moment, not in your presence.
The elevator dinged softly, and you led him down the hall to your floor. The sight was unlike anything in Vought Towerâlush greenery, vibrant pinks and soft petals blooming everywhere. It felt alive, warm. This was your power after all, to bend nature to your will. And it was a reflection of you, full of life, soft but powerful. He was surprised it was even still Vought Tower.
He hadnât expected you to bring him here. You couldâve taken him to his own floor, left him in one of the pristine, sterile bathrooms of his suite. But noâyouâd brought him to your space, a sanctuary. It was so unlike the cold, artificial world of Vought. And so much like you.
Slowly, you guided him to the bathroom. The plants trailed along the walls, the air fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers. You looked up at him, blinking those wide, soft eyes of yours. A single word entered his mind: Fawn. You looked like a fawn, delicate and innocent, standing before something dangerous without any idea of what it could do to you.
âDo you want me to leave?â you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
He shook his head, unable to find the words to speak. Still entranced by you, he wondered how you could be so kind, so gentle, to someone like him. Anyone else would have left him to clean himself up in cold silence, but youâŠyou stayed.
You nodded quietly, as if you understood, then turned to the bath, filling it with warm water. He watched you bite your lip in thought, and all he could think about was biting your lip himself. His gaze lingered on your mouth, and for a split second, he imagined pulling you close, feeling that softness against his own. But instead, he remained silent, his breath heavy as you carefully and gently began to undress him.
He couldnât remember the last time anyone had touched him with such care. You didnât fumble or stare, didnât sneak a lustful glance as you removed his suit piece by piece. You were entirely respectful, your touch light, focused on the task. And when you led him to sink into the bath, your hands still guiding him, he realized that you werenât treating him like Homelander. You werenât treating him like a god. You were treating him likeâŠa person.
The warm water surrounded him, washing away the blood and grime. But what made him feel truly clean was your touch. You knelt by the tub, peeling off your pink gloves, and began washing him with your bare hands. He could feel your skin against his, the warmth of your palms gliding over his body.
He had to fight to keep from shivering. The sensation of your skin on hisâbare and vulnerableâsent a wave of euphoria through him. It was unlike anything heâd ever felt. This wasnât lust. This was something deeper, something far more dangerous. He was intoxicated by you, not because of what you were doing, but because of who you were. The softness, the care, the genuine kindnessâŠit was all so foreign to him.
And as you worked in silence, cleaning away the blood, he realized with a start that he never wanted this feeling to end.
Homelander couldnât take his eyes off you as you washed him. Every gentle stroke of your hands sent a ripple of pleasure through him, and though his eyes begged to close, he refused. He needed to see you. To watch you, to take in every movement, every touch. Your fingers slid through his hair, and for a moment, he almost gave inâalmost let his eyes flutter shut and just melt into the sensation. But his gaze stayed locked on you, intense and unyielding.
You could feel his stare, that much was clear, yet you didnât say a word. You just kept working, silent and serene. And it started to bother him, gnawing at him. How could you be so quiet, so unaffected by his presence? He needed to hear your voice again. He craved it, like a drug, something to soothe the irritation building inside him.
âTalk to me,â he said, the words slipping out in a petulant tone he hadnât meant to use. But he didnât care. He wanted your attention, your words, your everything.
Your eyes met his, wide and curious, like you were studying him, trying to figure him out. You tilted your head, and once again, the thought struck himâfawn. That was what you reminded him of. A fawn, delicate and gentle, standing before a predator without realizing the danger.
You pursed your lips, thinking carefully about what to say, and for just a second, Homelander finally closed his eyes. He wanted to focus solely on your voice. Nothing else mattered. Just you.
âI named myself Pink Dahlia because my favorite color is pink,â you began, your sweet voice filling the room like music, âand dahlias symbolize love and devotion.â
His eyes snapped open.
Love and devotion. The words echoed in his mind like a gunshot, shattering every other thought. You kept talking, explaining something about flower meanings and other potential supe names youâd considered, but Homelander didnât give a fuck about that. None of that mattered. All he could focus on was love and devotion.
It was a sign. It had to be. You were made for him. There was no other explanation. How could it be a coincidence that the one person who treated him with kindness, who looked at him without fear, had chosen a name that embodied exactly what he wanted from you? Exactly what he needed. Love and devotion.
His chest tightened with the realization, his mind spinning with the possibilities. You would love him. You would be devoted to him completely. It was inevitable. Fate had brought you into his life for a reason.
As you continued to speak, your voice soft and calming, he stared at you, consumed by the thought of itâhow perfect it would be. You, by his side, loyal and loving, filling the void that no one else could. The world would bow before him, but youâŠyou would worship him in the way he craved, in a way no one ever had.
You were starting to seriously piss him off. The way you acted, pretending like nothing had happened between you, like the connection between you wasnât so strong it practically vibrated in the air. You carried on as if the two of you didnât share something deeper, something unspoken but undeniable. It was infuriating.
Then again, if you had acknowledged itâif youâd brought it up and confronted him about itâhe probably wouldâve blown a fucking gasket. His control was fragile enough as it was.
But trying to talk to you? That was a whole other level of frustration. Every time you looked up at him with those soft, gentle eyes, and gave him that sweet, unassuming smile, all the words in his head vanished. Just gone. Like you had some kind of power over him that even he didnât understand.
So, he did the only thing he could think of to get you closerâhe forced The Deep to move, ordering him to sit somewhere else, so that you could sit right next to him. He wasnât subtle about it, either. He didnât care if anyone noticed. As long as you were close, that was all that mattered.
Then came the Vought V52 Expo, and Homelander could feel the agitation building inside him. He needed to talk to you, to make you see what was right in front of you, but the timing was never right. On the bright side, things were going well with Ryan. He was bonding with his son, teaching him to stand up for himself, to say no when he needed to. It feltâŠgood, like he was finally getting through to him.
But by the time they got to the V52 Expo, the agitation had grown into something much sharper. His eyes tracked you across the stage, watching as you announced your new environmental awareness projectâthe Dahlia Project. Fans were cheering for you, screaming your name, and you looked so damn perfect up there.
You were smiling, waving to the crowd, talking passionately about your cause, and the noise of the crowd was deafening. But all Homelander could think about was how you hadnât even looked at him once. Not a glance. Not a dedication. Nothing.
He watched you with cold, calculated eyes, trying to keep the growing frustration in check. You were good at this, at drawing people in, making them adore you. But how could you not see that you already had him? That no one else in the crowd mattered compared to him?
And as the fans continued to cheer, his grip tightened around the milkshake heâd bought for you. He needed to speak to you. To make you understand. And the longer you went on, the more he realizedâthis wasnât just about getting closer to you anymore. It was about making sure you knew that you belonged to him.
Homelander was standing with Ryan, guiding him through yet another lesson in asserting control. Ryan had been eager to "help" people, to really understand what that meant. So, when Homelander saw an opportunity, he called over Adamâthe Vought employee who had been making his assistant visibly uncomfortable with inappropriate advances.
Ryanâs eyes narrowed skeptically, his young face twisting in uncertainty as he looked at the assistant. âUm⊠is he making you uncomfortable? You can tell me. You wonât get in trouble.â
The assistant bit her lip nervously before nodding, her voice hesitant but honest. âKind of⊠yeah.â
Homelander raised an eyebrow, turning his attention to Ryan. âRyan, what do you think we should do about that?â
Ryan hesitated, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He still hadnât fully grasped the power he held, and Homelander could sense his uncertainty, the hesitation that made his own patience wear thin. With a sigh, he glanced awayâonly for his eyes to land on you, walking past with that usual air of calm about you.
âDahlia,â he called, his voice a little sharper than he intended. âCome over here.â
You looked up at him, eyebrows raised in that sweet, expectant way that only made him more agitated, and walked over without hesitation, your eyes scanning the scene as you assessed the situation.
âWhatâs up?â you asked simply.
Homelander smiled, the kind of smile that didnât reach his eyes, and gestured to Adam. âAdam here has been making some inappropriate advances toward his assistant. What do you have to say about that?â
Even Ryan turned to you, waiting for your response. Homelander watched you closely, studying the way you furrowed your brows in genuine concern as you looked at Adam.
âI think,â you said carefully, âthat thereâs no excuse for making someone else uncomfortable. And itâs even worse when you know youâre doing it.â
Homelanderâs smile widened at your answer. It was perfectâclear, direct, and moral, just like he expected from you. There was a subtle pride in the way you spoke, and it fed into his own sense of approval. You were playing right into his hands without even realizing it.
Your words seemed to be the push Ryan needed, as he turned to Adam, his voice gaining confidence. âApologize,â Ryan commanded, the hint of authority in his tone surprising even himself. When Adam hesitated, Ryanâs jaw tightened. âNow.â
Adam stated an obviously insincere apology, and Ryan, growing bolder by the second, looked at the assistant. âI want you to slap him.â
Homelanderâs gaze snapped to you, watching intently for your reaction. You didnât flinch. Instead, you seemed to consider the situation with a quiet thoughtfulness, your expression showing no sign of discomfort. You didnât object or look shockedâin fact, there was a hint of agreement in the way you nodded lightly. You understood the need to make a point, to assert control.
Homelander couldnât help but feel a surge of pride. Not just in Ryan, but in you. The way you navigated the situation with clarity, how you stood by his side and reinforced his lessons without even realizing itâit only confirmed what he already knew.
You belonged with him.
The moment his resolve truly snapped was at Tek Knightâs party. Everything had already spiraled out of control. A-Train and Firecracker were nowhere to be found, MIA at a critical time. And when it was time for the big speech to the GOP donors, Sage was acting as if sheâd had a fucking lobotomy, leaving Homelander to take over.
The minute he started speaking, they questioned him. Him. They criticized him as if he wasnât the most powerful man in the room, as if he wasnât Homelander. His hand twitched, and he was one second away from lasering through every single one of those smug, entitled bastards. But then Neuman stepped in, pulling the conversation back on track and rallying the support he was seconds from obliterating.
He stalked away, seething. And thatâs when he saw itâhimâone of the donorâs sons talking to you. But it wasnât just talking. He recognized the look in that guyâs eyes, the casual leaning in, the way his hand brushed against your arm like it was nothing.
Homelanderâs chest tightened with a slow, burning jealousy, the kind that clawed at him from the inside. His grip on the glass tightened, but for the moment, he held himself in check. Barely. When that loser touched your arm, though, thatâs when it snapped. His entire facade shattered.
In his mind, that small touch was a violation. You belonged to him. Whether you knew it yet or not, it was already decided. And this idiot was crossing a line no one should ever have the nerve to approach.
His reaction started subtlyâat first. His smile stiffened, his eyes narrowed with an icy focus. He moved toward you with the kind of charm that made people believe he was still in control, but inside, he was already a storm waiting to break.
Homelander slid smoothly between you and the man, a calculated smile plastered on his friendly. âEverything alright here?â His voice was polite, but there was an edge, a tension simmering just beneath the surface.
You blinked up at him, surprised but unsuspecting, nodding lightly. âYeah, of course. This is Jason Wilson, the District Attorneyâs son. Weâre just talking.â
Just talking. Homelanderâs smile grew tighter. Logically, he knew that. But logic had no place here. The jealousy gnawed at him, irrational, violent, and all-consuming. Without hesitation, he slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer in a way that left no room for doubt. âWe wouldnât want things to get inappropriate, now would we?â
Jason froze, his eyes widening slightly, clearly unnerved by the sudden shift. Homelanderâs stare bore into him, a silent warning not to take another step, not to even breathe in your direction. Jason stammered an awkward excuse and quickly retreated, leaving you and Homelander alone.
You frowned up at him, clearly confused by the sudden shift in his mood. âWhat was that about?â
Homelander didnât answer right away. Instead, his grip on your waist tightened, enough that youâd feel the strength behind itâenough that you couldnât pull away easily. He quietly steered you toward a more secluded corner of the room, away from prying eyes. His voice dropped to a low, dangerous tone, his lips close to your ear. âYou shouldnât let people touch you like that,â he said, barely keeping his rage in check. âNot when youâre with me.â
You blinked, utterly confused, your brows knitting together in that way he both adored and despised. âI donât understand. Iâm not⊠with you.â
His jaw clenched. The words stung, hitting him harder than any physical blow could. You didnât understand yet. You didnât see what he saw, didnât feel what he felt. But you would. You had to.
Homelander let out a hollow chuckle, raising his hands in mock surrender. âYou donât understand. Itâs fine, Iâll forgive you for that.â His tone dripped with condescension as if he were talking to a child. He then pointed between the two of you, his expression hardening. âYou and meâwe belong together. Which makes you mine.â
You stared at him, completely lost, your mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. The confusion in your eyes only seemed to amuse him further. You were so oblivious, so innocent, and it both frustrated and thrilled him. Finally, you managed to speak, your voice soft and uncertain. âI thought you were interested in Firecracker.â
Homelanderâs face scrunched up in pure disgust, his lip curling as if you had just said something vile. âWhat? No. Ew. No.â
âOh,â you mumbled, looking around as if there were hidden cameras capturing this bizarre moment, half-expecting this to be some kind of elaborate joke. âOh.â
Then you turned back to him, your wide eyes filled with genuine surprise, lips pouting slightly as you asked, âYou⊠like me?â
The way you said itâso innocent, so utterly unawareâmade his chest tighten. Like wasnât even close to what he felt for you. He needed you. You were everything heâd been waiting for, the one pure thing in a world full of filth and betrayal. But the fact that you couldnât even comprehend why someone like him would be interested in you⊠It only made his obsession stronger.
He smiled, soft and almost tender, his previous irritation and jealousy melting away in the face of your cluelessness. âLike doesnât even begin to cover it,â he murmured, his voice lower now, dripping with an intensity that sent a shiver through the air. He stepped closer, his gaze locking onto yours with an unsettling focus. âYouâre perfect. Youâre everything.â
He reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, the gesture intimate but laced with possessiveness. âYou just donât see it yet. But you will.â
You blinked up at him, still dazed, still confused, your mind struggling to process what was happening. But in his mind, it was already decided. You were hisâhad been from the moment he laid eyes on you. And soon enough, youâd understand that too.
Homelander cupped your face as though you were the most delicate thing in existence, his touch surprisingly gentle for someone capable of such monstrous strength. His heart raced as he leaned in, finally close enough to taste the softness of your lipsâsomething heâd craved for what felt like an eternity. He could already imagine how perfect youâd feel, how right it would be.
But before his lips could meet yours, your hand quickly covered his mouth. "Wait," you said, eyes wide with sudden embarrassment.
His eyes snapped open, irritation flashing in them, his impatience barely concealed. "What?" he grunted, his voice muffled by your hand.
You hesitated, biting your lip nervously, avoiding his intense gaze as you finally explained, âMy lips⊠theyâre poisonous.â
His brows furrowed in confusion, and you removed your hand, looking even more embarrassed. âThey contain a toxin,â you said softly, as if confessing a dark secret. âIt gives anyone who kisses me a high, raises their heart rate until they get a heart attack⊠and die.â
A heavy silence followed as you waited for his reaction, expecting rejection or disgust. But Homelanderâs eyes gleamed with something entirely different. Instead of pulling away, he just shrugged as if the danger you posed was trivial to him. "Fuck it," he muttered with a smirk, his hands tightening around your cheeks.
Before you could protest again, he pulled you into a kiss, his lips crashing against yours with a hunger that bordered on madness.
The moment your lips met, Homelander let out a low, primal groan of pleasure. The sensation of your mouth against his was everything heâd imaginedâand more. He could feel the toxin you had warned him about seeping into his bloodstream, but instead of fear, it only fueled the euphoria rushing through him. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, deepening the kiss, his desire consuming every rational thought.
The high from your poison made him feel invincible, like every dark, twisted part of him was being set free. The world outsideâits chaos, its disappointments, its endless betrayalsâfaded into nothing. All that mattered was you. He felt light, weightless, as though he could fly to the edge of the universe with you in his arms.
And as the toxin worked its way through his system, the sensation of bliss became all-consuming. He didnât just want to kiss youâhe wanted to devour you, to possess you completely, body and soul. Every kiss, every taste of you, made the thought of losing you unbearable.
He deepened the kiss, his grip on your face tightening, every muscle in his body screaming with pleasure. He didnât care about the risk, didnât care that you could kill him. In that moment, he belonged to you, utterly and completely, and heâd die a thousand deaths for this feeling. The darkness inside him surged, but for once, it didnât feel like a curse. With you, it felt like freedom.
Homelander had never been high in his entire existence, but if this was what it felt likeâwell, it was fucking spectacular. Every nerve in his body buzzed with euphoria, his muscles relaxed in a way that felt almost foreign to him, and everything around him suddenly seemed amusing, even absurd. He laughedâreally laughedâas he flew the two of you back to Vought Tower, the wind whipping through his hair as if the world itself couldnât touch him.
When he landed on your balcony, a wide grin stretched across his face, a rare glint of pure joy in his eyes. You looked up at him, bemused, as he stumbled slightly, his usually poised demeanor replaced with a boyish charm. He couldnât stop smiling. âHow long does this last?â he asked, his voice light with the toxinâs effects.
You chuckled softly as you led him inside, your touch warm and steady while his hands wandered over you, unable to keep still. âMax? Maybe two hours before the average human dies,â you murmured with a teasing smile.
He let out a breathless laugh, his hand still brushing against your waist, intoxicated not just by the toxin but by you. âHow many people have you done this to?â he asked, voice low as he buried his nose in the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. It was almost possessive, his need to absorb every part of you.
You leaned back slightly, a soft sigh escaping your lips. âTwo⊠high school boyfriends.â
Homelanderâs hands slid over your body, but then something caught his eyeâa small jar on the kitchen island. His gaze sharpened instantly, curiosity piqued. âWhatâs that?â he asked, tone suddenly playful but underlined with a dangerous edge as his fingers drifted toward the jar.
He could feel the tension in your body before he even turned to face you fully, sensing the shift in the air. His smile twisted into something more predatory as he turned to you, eyes glinting with amusement and a hint of menace. âLook here,â he started, his voice low and smooth, âsince weâre now officially togetherââ
âOfficially?â you murmured, your eyes slightly hazy from his intoxicating presence, a dreamy smile playing on your lips.
He scrunched his nose in a mock expression of annoyance. âYeah, officially. And thereâs one thing you should know about meâI hate secrets. Canât fucking stand 'em.â
You flushed, your face heating with embarrassment as you shifted on your feet, clearly reluctant to answer. âItâs⊠nipple cream,â you mumbled.
Homelander raised an eyebrow, his expression uncharacteristically patient, though the intensity in his eyes never wavered. âI can see that,â he said, his voice slow, almost mocking. He leaned closer, a smirk tugging at his lips. âBut why do you need it?â
You hesitated, then looked away shyly before finally answering, âI lactate.â
For the first time in a long time, pure shock crossed Homelanderâs face. His smile faded, replaced by an unreadable expression as your words sank in. Lactate? He couldnât process it at first, the information almost short-circuiting his mind. âWhat?â he asked, his voice lower now, the question almost a growl.
You swallowed, explaining softly, âJust like how some plants and fruits produce milk⊠ever since I got my first cycle, Iâve been producing milk too.â
Homelanderâs throat went dry, his eyes dropping instinctively to your breasts as his thoughts spun wildly. âOnly during your cycle?â he asked, voice barely a whisper.
âNo,â you admitted, your voice softer still. âEvery single day since I got my cycle.â
A long pause hung in the air between you, the weight of your revelation settling in. Homelanderâs heart pounded, and for a moment, the effects of the toxin couldnât compare to the sheer awe and hunger he felt. His gaze drifted back up to meet yours, and something primal flickered in his eyes.
âOh,â he murmured, a slow smile creeping back onto his face, but this time, it wasnât just euphoria driving it. No, thisâthis was something deeper.
Somehow, impossibly, you had just become even more perfect in his eyes.
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(only her supe name is Pink Dahlia)
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Doctor Doom gets ruined AND WHITEWASHED AGAIN!
4 attempts to get Doctor Doom right
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And we STILL canât get this right
A master of magic and science. A man who rivals Doctor Strange and Reed Richards as the most powerful sorcerer and the smartest man alive. He rules an entire country with an army of Doombots. Considered to be one of the greatest Marvel villains. And they still can't get him right. They have to make him a fucking Tony Stark variant. Tony Stark is not Victor Von Doom and Doom is above Tony Stark.
Victor wearing the mask always is integral to his appeal and aura like Vader's mask. It not only hides his vain scars he caused due to his failures, but it closes him off from humanity and makes him believe heâs beyond it.
As far as I'm concerned Marvel Ultimate Alliance and EMH are the only good adaptations of Doom
Doctor Doom being a romani man with a background CENTERING his family's racial persecution. with his ethnicity at the forefront of his motivations and his tragedy. and they really just brought back Robert Downey Jr.
Being romani is INTEGRAL to doomâs character and without that heâs not doom. he NEEDS to be romani and played by a romani character. full stop, don't believe me? Read Book Of Dooms.
Since 1964 Victor von Doom has been established as a Romani character. His childhood was filled with antiziganism and his parents deaths were caused by it. This later led him to become Doctor Doom and overthrow the Latverian government to protect his people
I am so fucking sick and tired of this whitewashing bullshit and the ethnoerasure of Marvel characters.
The Maximoff Twins, The Ancient One, Moon Knight and now fucking Doom.
God fucking forbid an actual Romani actor PLAYS A ROMANI CHARACTER.
But no they pulled another fucking multiverse shit all so RDJ could return and it all feels like blackface from Tropic Thunder
I DON'T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT ABOUT ANTHONY STARK FROM EARTH-11029 OR INFAMOUS IRON MAN
If you wanted evil Iron Man so fucking bad, why didn't you just do Superior Iron Man?
The LAZIEST, DUMBEST, most CONTRIVED BULLSHIT casting ever, Marvel continues to not beat the whitewashing allegations. Doctor Doom deserved better.
Romani actor Charlie Clapman was right fucking there AND HE ENDORSED IT!
I'd even suggest Romani actor Ăscar Jaenada as Doom. Again another Roma actor who's actively interested in playing Doom
And you know what? As bad as the 1994 movie was, Joseph Culp the first actor to play Doom in the Fantastic Four (1994) movie by Oley Sassone & Richard Corman. Culp was also white but he very clearly cared for the comics background of Victor von Doom
and you also know damn well they're going to erase everything about Magneto too that makes him who he is⊠which is his entire fucking background. how horrible of a person do you have to be to repeatedly disrespect the minorities who created these stories?
Doctor Doom is Roma Romani. He is not white. The MCU loves to whitewash its Roma and Jewish characters and itâs time we called them out for it. Dr Doom is not a white man, he is Roma!
They will never nail down the complexity of Victor Von Doom
Every year Doom goes to hell to fight Mephisto to rescue the soul of his mother. He finally won her soul with the help of Doctor Strange only for her to reject him.
No evil Stark replicant will ever fucking match the complexity of Victor Von Doom.
I don't care if this is a one time thing for RDJ. They specifically chose to do this when the fans were begging for a fucking Romani actor. It also doesn't fucking help that Marvel has erased nearly EVERY fucking ethnic character has been whitewashed.
Scarlet Witch & Quicksilver: Erased Romani heritage and whitewashed. Moon Knight & Wiccan: Casted non-Jewish actors. Sabra: Featured in anything at all, and actress is an IDF soldier to make matters worse.
The MCU is full of ethnic erasure, military propaganda & racism. itâs disgusting this is continuing with Dr Doomâs casting. remember to continue to boycott marvel, because of the genocide they support by casting an iof solider to play a character from the zionist terrorist occupation
Dr Doom is one of those villains that it should be IMPOSSIBLE to fuck up but wasting him on a cheap Iron Man nostalgia casting pop might be the way
#Anti MCU#Doctor Doom#Dr Doom#Victor Von Doom#Magneto#Scarlet Witch#Wanda Maximoff#Wiccan#Moon Knight
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