#i can't control plot bunnies

[emdeerm]

So, originally, I was thinking of how much the events that happen to him would impact him as Damian. But then I realised something, the events that happen to him don't have to be super traumatic to him specifically.

When he arrived to his Father’s house, Danny was, admittedly, a little worried about getting attached and not being able to leave. He didn't have much attachment towards anyone in Ra's cult tho. He wasn't fruitloopy enough to actually buy any of their teachings despite associating with Vlad.

Anyway, he whispered about his worries to Clockwork a day before he left to Bruce and thought long and hard about what to do. And well, he wasn't a Heir to the Demon for nothing. The training did bear fruits. All he had to do, is use the background the adults in his life so far were actively making for him.

He was supposed to be a child assassin that believed that he had to fight for his Father's affection and his rightful place, wasn't he? So that's what he did. He did feel very guilty regarding what he did to Tim in his first few weeks there. Stubbing him in the shoulder and then "attempting" to end him later on was going against everything Danny stood for but he had to do it.

It worked and the family, despite their attempts to connect, couldn't really see past the "Stubby baby ninja". The closest anyone had gotten, was Dick. On numerous occasions, Danny wished that they met as Danny and Dick and not when he was Damian, in fact, he found the whole family quite fun to hang around with. (He may or may not be planning on how to go about meeting them later when he becomes Danny again. Let's just say, he wasn't that successful in coming up with a plan).

He found a way to distance himself from them and stuck to it.

Damian was killed by Heretic and went to hell for a some time.

Welp, in order to actually reconnect with his ghostly side, Danny needed to die and Clockwork arranged for that. His trip to hell, which wasn’t revealed to others until he had to talk about it (not in detail mind you), was actually him going back to Infinate Realms where he spent some time catching up with his Rugues and checking the Realms over. The scary part of hell he passed through, when he was with other heroes, was just a small part of the territory he was in (if we take it post AGIT, then he knows he is a Bridge and was doing some much needed maintenance. If he's GK, then his presence there was even more understandable).

So, He was there and got revived but because it was done using Chaos Shard and not Lazarus Pits like he thought he'd be, he was back to being almost fully human with just some ghostly trates picking through (a little bit better at blending into thr shadows, some occasional intangiblity or invisibility, not much). It was... a bit disappointing.

When Bruce was lost in time, he helped Tim with finding him because he knew how to. Originally, he was going to just let Tim do his thing but then he saw just how much it took out of the teen, he couldn't do it. He just couldn't let him destroy himself over this, especially when his family wasn't believing him at all.

Damian helped Tim much to the latter's surprise.

The whole Lizard Cult Death Match debacle is also a lot less about him proving to himself that he wasn't a monster and more about the fact that he needed a sure way of becoming a Halfa again. It worked. After his first death during the Death Matches, he absorbed the ambient Ecto and was once again a freshly 14 Half Ghost.

Getting to know his crazy Grandma was an expected thing but oh well.

Learning that Pariah Dark was actively trying to escape through the Pits and wasn't just asleep was also a shock.

So since the Matches, under the pretence of finding himself like Bruce did, Damian traveled all over the world locating and closing the Pits.

He learned that Respawn was his brother and allowed himself a moment of weakness. He saved him when he was about to die and hid him with Frostbite (please, help me work this point out. I don't know enough about Respawn yet but the happiness on Damian's face when he learned that he had a Biological brother was too much not to include.)

Anyway, 16th Bday rolls around and... he leaves.

He didn't even wait for the cake or anything. (If we take it that Alfred is dead, then off. If Damian saved him because he was more skilled, then nice. You choose).

Damian left nearly everything but a few momentos behind and left. He suppressed the longing for the life he built, as dysfunctional as it was, and disappeared, fully intending not to see anyone again.

A few days later Danny was back in Amity Park and was telling his friends how he was on one heck of an adventure from Clockwork just now. Oh, and meet my new Brother.

_____

Unbeknownst to him, he was a very loved part of the Batfamily. He tried to be snobbish and rude and they bought it for the first year or so, but then he helped Tim and it started the trend of other members noticing his awkward kindness.

They loved their little Stubby brother.

They were distraught when he disappeared again. Completely disappeared. No trackers, no chips, no camera ever saw him leave (he used his Halfa powers to leave and Amity is so enveloped in Ecto, it'salmost on the line between the Realms and mortal world. Normal people arents even aware it exists).

Needless to say, they are frantic and are searching for him

Danny is reborn as Damian Wayne except he has zero plans of staying as Damien

There was an incident when Danny was 16 that caused him major injuries. in a deal with Clockwork as a way to technically rejuvenate him with no repercussions and as a way to still watch over Amity with full power. he needed to be reborn.

He is reborn back in time as Damian Wayne. Danny has to do certain things as canon events but by the time he reaches 16, he can leave and go back to Amity. which will not have even realized he has been gone.

Danny goes through all the normal plot points like being raised by the League of Assassins and going to train with his father as Robin but instead of treating it as his entire life's purpose he is treating it like a Clockwork mission. Danny has done a lot of missions where no time has changed at all between his leaving and coming back to the present so he is not very concerned.

Unfortunately for Danny he did not think of the loose ends he would leave. The bat family wakes up one morning expecting for Damien to be at breakfast only for him to not show up. They check rooms, Friends and trackers but they cannot find him. 

While Danny is reuniting with his friends and about to start his senior year, the entire hero community is trying to figure out where Damian has gone.

[rene-hl-trashcan]

Y'all ever had those moments when your characters practically living rent-free in your head and being 'alive' Inside Out style; talking to you, doing their own thing and responding to things you do/read?

Cuz I just read a text from a friend who saw my posts of Sylvia and Sylvan, and she said that they looked like siblings who would date each other if they could....

... and now my head is in chaos because I have Sylvan currently cackling and singing "tEcHnICallY wE aRE nOt blOoD-ReLAtEd" while Sylvia is trying to strangle him and begging me to not listen to him. 💀💀

[sugaryplum]

𓏲⋆. THEODORE NOTT FICS HALL OF FAME 𓈒 ⭒ ݁ .

so this summer marks a year since i started obsessing over this stupid stupid handsome beautiful amazing of a character and it is actually insane. i always used to have phases for different characters and it changed like every two weeks but for the past year it's been him and him only. embarrassing. but well – i've read a lot of amazing pieces of fiction about him so here i am to give some appreciation! these are my favourites with top notch writing and plot and portrayal of the character and everything else!!! in no particular order

spring breaks loose by @fangisms GOD i love her work!! she also wrote darling socialite which is possibly even more amazing (and i actually requested it hehe and i love it so much)

next we have @cassiopeiasdaughter (this is really just a list of my favourite authors here) with mirrorball (requested by me again, this is also maybe just a list of stuff i requested, i am shameless with this) and this cute little drabble about theo and the reader's cat <3

honestly i could just write everything i said before about everything that's coming next. i looove when @veryberryjelly does these events and here's my favourite one of these!!

this is smut and i feel weird recommending something smutty but its a really really well written thing so you need to read it if you like this type of thing

so i don't normally like to read series but i loooooved kiss with a fist by @theostrophywife!!! (sorry i can't find the og masterlist post in my likes to link it but you'll find it)

@patrophthia has some amaaaazing fics! love is sour grapes and take you to the basics and these plot bunnies and genuinely anything else by her! there's i think this fic set in the summer that i can't remember the name of. and the one based on "bewitched" by laufey! so good! and my favourite way of writing theo's character like ever

laughs in the courtyard is the cutest ever and i think one of the first fics i've read about theo?

these headcanons are straight out of my dreams!! often reread them just to have him more visualised in my head and some parts feel literally straight out of my brain

so i don't read angst almost at all, i like sweet and nice and happy things but moonlight & masks as well as mio, both in kind of the same vibe i just adore! i guess war angst i don't mind. especially when it's so good!

now this is kind of toxic and manipulative theo but i loooove control freak<3 i linked part two but obviously start with the first. both awesome

and last by not least @artytaeh is probably my favourite author here right now!! this masterlist has no misses only hits <3 you gotta read it all right now. again, this portrayal of theo and everything else is just perfect

okay thank youuuuuu for reading and i hope you read everything on this list because it's all fantastic! bye bye kiss kiss goodnight

[yanderestarangel]

𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 - 𝐁𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍 | 𝐒𝐔𝐁 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

TW: Primal play, dramatization, plot, porn plot, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal sex, degradation, sub!reader, outdoor sex, ftm reader, afab anatomy.

You were married to grandmaster Bi Han, everyone was surprised when the great Sub zero, rude and cold, introduced you, But Bi Han also liked other types of sexual games, especially Hunter and prey, where you were the prey and he was the predator, where you intended not to even know him, this excited you both.

You ran barefoot through the forests while Bi Han walked like a cold monster, loving the feeling of you, his delicate companion, being like a scared little bunny. "-There's no point in hiding my boy, you're my prey, and I'll destroy you when I find you, my little bunny." -Bi Han said loudly, smiling when his smelled your wet pussy in the air.

You ran further, your feet hurt, as you tried to hide behind the big trees your breathing was loud the dress you wore was messy as you tried not to make noise, but, you were caught, Bi Han's thick and cold hands on your neck, Bi Han's grip tightened around your neck as he leaned in, you begged for mercy, saying you had a husband but he just smiled sadistically, his voice low and threatening.

"-Your husband means nothing to me, bunny. You belong to me now, and I'll make sure you understand that." His words were laced with dominance and possessiveness, making it clear that he had no intention of letting you go. He pressed your body against his, his bulge brushing against your clothed ass, making you feel his undeniable desire. Then, he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered "-You're a good boy, huh? Well, good boys obey their masters. You're going to do exactly as I say, understand?"

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered : "-And you know what, my little bunny? I'm going to give you exactly what you want. I'm going to fuck you, claim you as mine, until you're begging for mercy." Because that's what you secretly want, isn't it, a boy as beautiful as you, looking for cock out there."

His hand slid down, gripping your crotch tightly through your pants, his fingers pressing against your sensitive flesh. "-I can feel how wet you are, my little bunny. You can't hide your desire from me. Now, let's see how good you can be for your master." -Smirking, he pulled you tightly towards a nearby tree, his intentions clear as he prepared to make you his prey in the most primal way.

Bi Han let out a low laugh, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and hunger upon hearing their pleas. He grabbed your hips firmly, his touch rough and possessive as he positioned himself at your entrance.

"-You're just a toy for me, aren't you?" -He taunted, his words echoing in the cold night and dark forest. "-A little slut who craves my cock. Tell me, my boy, tell me how much you need it, beg me to fuck you until you cum on my cock."

He continued to pound into you mercilessly, relishing the sound of your moans and the way your body reacted to the rough treatment. The sound of your skin slapping against his filled the air, mixing with your screams of pleasure and the sounds of the surrounding forest, his nails digging into your flesh painfully. He used every ounce of his strength and stamina to push you closer and closer to the edge, determined to make you cum hard around his thick, throbbing cock.

"-You're going to take my cum inside you and beg for more. No one else can satisfy you like I can."

Pain mixed with pleasure as he slapped your ass, the burning sensation heightening your arousal. He watched with dark, lust-filled eyes as your pussy greedily swallowed his cock, reveling in the tightness and heat. He loved the way he could make you his little slut, using you for his pleasure without apology or mercy. With a growl, Bi Han moved his hand to his throat, exerting enough pressure to draw a sigh from you. He controlled his every breath, his dominance becoming clear under your body.

"-You're mine, my submissive little slut. You like it rough, huh? My whore." -He purred. "-You will take every inch of me, and I will make sure your pussy is filled to the brim with my cum in your womb." -Each impact causing the sound of skin hitting skin to echo through the forest. The intensity of his thrusts, along with the weight of his words and the pain mixed with pleasure, brought you closer to the edge. You could feel the orgasm spiraling inside you, ready to explode.

"-You like that, don't you? You love feeling my cock stretching you, penetrating your tight little hole. You're a slut for me, taking every inch of me without complaining."

But Bi Han isn't done with you yet. His dominant nature refused to let you finish so easily ciliously. With a growl, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled your head back, his lips dangerously close to your face.

"-You are not allowed to cum until I give you permission" -Bi Han growled, his voice was a dark and seductive order. "-You will beg and plead and squirm for it. Only when I decide you deserve it will I allow you to find release."

Bi Han's eyes shone with satisfaction as he listened to their desperate pleas. He had you right where he wanted you - begging, crying and completely at his mercy - Your vulnerability only fueled your sadistic desires as he savored the power he held over you. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he continued his relentless assault on your body, his thrusts becoming even more punishing, with each deep stroke, he hit every sensitive spot inside you, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy.

"-Look at you, my little slut. So desperate for release. But remember, you exist solely for my pleasure, and I decide when you can cum."

Bi Han's grip tightened on his hair, forcing you to look into his dark, dominant eyes. He leaned in, his warm breath brushing your cheek.

"-You will have to earn your orgasm, my boy. Show me how much you want it. Beg for it like the obedient slut I know you are."

Your screams and moans filled the air as you continued to beg, the intensity of his desire bordering on desperation. The mix of pleasure, pain, and emotional vulnerability sent waves of pleasure through your body.

You were teetering on the edge, your need to climax consuming you.

Bi Han's sadistic nature relished his torment. He thrived on pushing you to your limits, exploring your desires until you were on the brink of insanity. He reveled in the sight of your tears, your shaking body, and the raw need that radiated from every inch of your being. He gave one last thrust, while grunting holding you, spilling his semen into your uterus, watching your dirty pussy overflowing with his cum.

As the pleasure subsided and your ragged breaths filled the air, Bi Han held you close, this time with a gentle grip. He whispered in your ear "-Good boy. You pleased me. But remember, my little bunny, you are not finished yet you will satisfy all my desires until I am completely sated, I appreciate you very much ok? Thank you for surrendering to the my wishes (Y/N) I’m grateful to have married you." -Bi Han spoke softer, as he carried you out of the forest, like the good husband he was.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[biteyoubiteme]

don't you want me?

soobin x fem!reader

synopsis: don't you want your boyfriend?

warnings: 🔞!!! this is just smut no plot lol, some nipple play, soobin calls reader bunny, no protection, creampie, fingering, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 0.9k

an: thank you so much saturn for requesting! I hope you like this one sorry it’s short ;-; <3333

[m.list] [1kevent m.list]

had only been a day since the last time you had seen him, snuggled up in his bed after he had tired himself out with using you. It wasn't uncommon for him to go round after round, at least not with you. No partner had ever made him feel this needy, always hard even after one go. His whiny pleas to keep going mixed with his scrunched brow always worked to get you to agree. He was always so good at begging. 

You had planned a study date, your bag weighing down your shoulder as you knocked on his door. Sometimes you even got some studying done, only it was usually when you were in public and not plagued by the thought of his bedroom only being a foot away. Because you were also to blame for always getting him started, purposefully wearing things he couldn't keep his eyes off of, and brushing his thigh every other time you had the chance to. 

Now was no different, although it wasn't intentional, you really did think you would get some kind of studying done.Dressed down in your pajamas, oversized shirt covering your shorts enough to give soobin the illusion that you had none on in the first place. He pulls your bag from you, having enough control to place it down on the coffee table before tugging you down with him onto the couch. 

“You didn't even say hi!” you're giggling, his kisses peppering down your neck, hips pushing you into the sofa, hands pushing up your shirt. 

“Hi, hello, I'm sorry, I just missed you,” he's not even trying to hide the fact he's already hard, that he's been hard just thinking about you coming over. 

“We both have exams tomorrow,” you try to remind him, fingers brushing through his hair as his lips are finding half-faded marks he's sucked onto your skin only the day before. “We should really study,” 

“Don't you want me?” he asks, nose bumping your ear, hand sliding down the outside of your thigh. “because all I could think about was the way you felt under me,” he hooks his hand under your knee pulling your leg enough so that he can sink his hips closer to yours. “how am I supposed to pay attention to anything other than you?” 

All you can respond with is a moan when he presses his bulge against you, dragging his hips to put pressure right on your clothed clit. “please bunny, please,” 

You didn't need much begging to get stripped, even less begging when you finally felt him slip into you. His whining gasps fanning over your skin, one hand keeps him up and the other squeezes your breast, thumb running over your peaked nipple. “Look at your perfect tits, all for me,” 

He's trying to hold back, to draw out the pleasure as long as he can but it's impossible when buried in you. Warm walls sucking him in, begging for him to just pound into you, push you into the sofa, and just take over without any thoughts on his mind. He wants to, just thinking about it makes him whimper, “Tell me you missed me, didn't you miss me?” 

“Yes-” you gasp, arms wrapped around his neck, the heels of your feet digging into his ass pushing him closer to you. “I missed you so much,” 

“I missed your perfect pussy, bunny, always so ready and wet for me,” all of his rambling broken up by throaty moans, “I can't stop thinking about you, filling you up,” 

His rhythmic thrusts press so deep inside you, leaving you speechless with every drag. But he's not paying attention to getting you off just yet, his body disconnecting from his mind as he beats his hips against yours. He feels his orgasm building and knows any second he will cum. Enough to make it so easy to keep going, stuffing it all right back in, just thinking about it has him whimpering in your ear. 

“Are you going to cum for me?” you ask, his body falling closer to you, always wanting to be pressed as close as he can get when he cums.

He’s nodding into your neck, breathy whines mixing with his answer. “Yes, oh god- please,” every sloppy thrust followed by his little ah-ah’s. “You feel so good, I’m-” he feels his balls draw up, his hips stuttering to a stop as he lets out streams of cum into your waiting cunt, cock pulsing as he moans into your neck. It isn't until he pulls out and catches his breath that he realizes that you didn't finish, too caught up in chasing his own high. 

“I'm so sorry bunny, let me take care of you as good as you take care of me,” 

He gave you no time to realize the switch, his long fingers shoving into your sensitive entrance, pushing back in all his cum as he pumps in time with his previous thrusts. He uses his other hand to fiercely rub at your clit. The stimulation makes your back arch, hands scratching at the fabric of the couch. “Look at my pretty bunny,” he coos, the squelching sounds from all your slick mixing with your moans. “Are you going to cum for me?” he asks, using your own words on you. 

“Yes- yes-” It's almost too much for you, his fingers not stopping even as you cum. You're a mess of stammering words and faltering breaths, trying to find yourself as your knees try to close in around him. 

Just watching you fall apart is enough to get him semi-hard again, ready for another round. He slathers his wet fingers over your entrance, keeping as much wetness as possible from sliding out. “Just one more please-” 

“Soobin our exams-” 

“Please, I'll be quick, don't you want me?” 

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[mirusuchanne]

✦ Desperate for you, bunny ✦

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ʟᴏʀᴇɴᴢᴏ ᴢᴜʀᴢᴏʟᴏ ⌕ ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ!

You and 𝙝𝙞𝙢 were always enemies. Enemies with some deep connection, but nothing close to positive.

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: smutt; drinking; mention of stalking; unknown gifts; unprotected sex.

A/N: this is my first fanfic on here, eagerly waiting for support!

𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔: Y/n (Rawenclaw) and Theodore have been lovers, but their relationship got messed up after some accident of Nott with other Slytherin girl, which turned out 𝗡𝗢𝗧 to be true. They become enemies and Theodore starts 'hiding' from his ex in advance to do something else.. But then the carnival party which is only held once in 4 years is announced, and the plot twists backwards..

"Y'know about the carnival party right? In two days" Pansy asked me and I nodded.

"Yeah, and I also have a plan" I widened my face, which turned into a devilish smirk.

"Whats up?"

"Nott."

"Not what?" Parkinson asked again, with a slight confusion on her face.

"Theodore" I chuckled.

"WHAT?" She lost her complete control and coolness in less than a second. "Wait what are you even going to do?"

"Just a little teasing.. You know I gotta remind him who he lost"

"Oh come on.. THAT'S GOING TO BE SICK"

"I know" I laughed, she laughed too and our laughs mixed together turned into something harmonic, the early taste of karma itself.

"But you're kinda bitchy bitch for not telling me about your stupidly awesome plans earlier" she rolled her eyes.

"I know right" I added.

Many days had passed since our breakup few months ago, but I hadn't seen Theodore Nott. Not in the hallways, nowhere. Nowhere to be seen. Well, I did know his popular friend group was going to drag him into the carnival party, since it was only held once in 4 years. He wasn't going to miss the fun, just like me. I was going to meet him again after such a long time. I was going to prove to him that disappearing from my existence wasn't that easy. He was going to come back to me just like a little puppy. Just watch.

I hadn't even talked to him. I just heard rumours of him trying to get away from me. I even heard rumours of him stalking me, following me everywhere I went. I only got to see his silhouettes in the hallways, but he wasn't there the second I looked at the strange figure.

Next day when Y/n went to her dorm, she saw a strange gift next to her bed. She went to it, and carefully examined it.

Before actually letting her fingers to unwrap it, she quickly got back and thought.

"I'm a fucking idiot.. What if it's a death gift"

She watched it for hours, and when she couldn't bear the curiosity anymore, she just went to the present and unwrapped it, closing her eyes shut, hoping not to die. But actually, it was not a death gift. It was a dress.

Y/n swiftly took the box and put it on her bed. She took the dress and examined it. It was a very short, over revealing black dress with cut just above the chest and an enormous cut on the back. It had diamonds on the side. Y/n casted a spell. Those were real diamonds. Her eyes widened. She started searching for a note, looking for any sign of the gifter. And she found it, the note on the bottom of the box. Somebody had written with a messy handwriting:

'I can't imagine how sexy you'll look in that dress tomorrow.. Almost unbearable to fuck you just right here and there.'

Her eyes widened more. "Fuck" she thought. She was turned on. But she had never had official, so-called "sex" with Nott before. It seemed.. Weird, but also exciting for the extreme side of her. The side that wanted to make love with her ex.. The side that was scared to say it in other side's face, but really wanted to get fucked by him. The side that imagined a lot in the nighttime, but disappeared in the daytime.

The day passed. Y/n woke up the next day, and to her suprise, she was scared a little. She also had an odd feeling down her center, but she didn't know why. She was in a deep confusion.

Theodore p.o.v.

I just can't fucking take it anymore. I'm afraid she hates me. Afraid that we will never be able to make it out. We will never meet each other again after Hogwarts. I want to talk to her, I'm afraid that she'll dump me and go on with her life. I've never been so scared. I'm a fucking loser. I want to feel her lips, her soft flesh, her ass, her hips, her soft waist, her wetness again. I want to hear her screaming my name, moaning in my ear, biting my earlobe, squealing to me to not stop, coming on my fingers. But I'm afraid I won't feel that anymore. Only thing I do is hiding from her and watching her every move, flinching every time I see her with another guy. And beating the shit out of every guy who even talks to her. Then watching her as she's wondering why her little date didn't come, why did she see her 'date' in the hospital, with his face full of blood and body full of bruises the next day? It was all me. I've gone possessive and obsessive over her. She has possessed me. I'm going all in today. Chatting her up will end into her acceptance, and who knows, wild sex? I'm up for it too. Or else, I am going to fucking kill myself. I'm gonna please her the way, make her feel the way nobody has ever had. I'm going to reach and touch the places in her body, that nobody has ever even known about.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.

At the carnival party (yn POV)

I looked around the whole Hall, as I gripped my hips and looked down at my dress in disbelief, because I actually wore it. The dress some stranger told me to wear. The fucking amazing dress which wasn't as appropriate for the carnival party.

All my friends left.. To fuck and make out with their boyfriends or one night stands. And I was left alone. I just decided to go up to the counter and drink as many as I could. I ordered one, two, three, wait, now six? Seven, Eight.. I slowly turned out to be gone all blank, but to my suprise, I didn't faint. I did not even see 𝘩𝘪𝘮 anywhere, which upsetted me the most. I swallowed everything by myself.

I was going to raise my hand for another drink, but somebody came up to me and said with a deep voice:

"Try this" and handed me a cup. I just took it without hesitation and let it run down my throat in one single gulp. The stranger lightly chuckled out of suprise.

I tried to raise my hand for another shot, but he took my hand and stopped me.

"Relax, it will be too much for you, bunny"

The nickname.. It was familiar. Something Theo used to call me. But I probably couldn't think that way in that moment. My brain couldn't filter the information. It just swallowed everything and left me without a single conclusion. I looked up at the figure. He had his face painted.

"Nice mask, I like it" I looked down at my hands. I couldn't even recognize my own hands.

"Thank you, gorgeous" he chuckled lightly. "And since when are gorgeous girls like you out here, all alone on the carnival party? Where are your friends?"

"Hooking up" I looked up at him. I noticed his eyes getting dangerously low and dark as he asked:

"And why aren't you hooking up with anyone? I'm sure many guys want to.. Do stuff with you."

"I'm not here to fuck" I felt myself get more sensitive and emotional as I felt tears form in my eyes, followed with them streaming down my face the next minute.

"Then why are you here, huh, principessa?" He took my face and caressed my cheeks with his fingers. I noticed his perfect eyelashes, laying on his perfect eyes lightly. It was like falling in love with first sight. But the familiar firey scent was telling me otherwise: it was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 the first sight.

"Fuck.. You're familiar" I mumbled and closed my eyes.

"I might be" he whispered.

"Do I know you?" I asked.

It was silence.

"Tell me the truth" I added firmly, still having my eyes closed.

"Yes, you do. And I can't stop thinking about you" he said in a deep voice, already waiting for my response.

"I can't stop thinking about you too.. My mind is in chaos right now" I whispered again.. It was such an erotic whisper, I got surprised by myself.

"Y/n..you're fucking turning me on, bunny" he groaned and his grip tightened on my waist. I didn't even remember when he laid his hands there. The next moment he was gripping my hips.. Going down my ass as I felt the touch. Finally I recognized the touch and I whispered:

"Theodore.. Shit"

I fainted. It was the end of the party for me. Only thing I knew was that I finally found him, he was always right next to me.

I woke up in the morning. I was in my dorm. Familiar. But the thing that was more familiar was something I lost from my eyes the day before. I didn't want to lose him, since now we both knew that we wanted each other. Or maybe the feeling wasn't mutual? I just gulped and stood up. I was in my pajamas. I looked around and realized, it wasn't my fucking dorm.

"Good morning, principessa" the familiar deep voice said. I squealed and ran to the door, just to bump right into him. He had just showered, and had a towel wrapped around his lower waist, revealing his v-line. His hair was wet, and water was dripping down from it on his back and chest slowly. He noticed me looking at his abs hungrily and smirked.

"My eyes are up here" he said. I couldn't NOT say it, so I answered:

"Fuck, your eyes are much more difficult to look at"

it was probably the best compliment I had ever given to him. He looked at me with a serious expression and said:

"You are fucking driving me crazy"

He went up to me and cought my chin, looking at my eyes and after acknowledging my acceptance, taking his tongue inside of my mouth, exploring every single inch.

"Why did you hide from me.. " I said in between the thursts of his tongue in my mouth.

"Because I was gone nuts about you, and I still am.. I was afraid of losing that pretty little face, bunny, do you understand?" He was desperate, but I was more needy for his touch. I quickly undressed.

"I do, Theo" I whispered in my erotic tone.

"Just let me do some things to you right now, principessa" he unwrapped his towel and revealed his already hung member. I gulped when I looked at it, and looked back at him. His eyes were mesmerizing.

I took my hands to my pajamas to undress and asked:

"Did I faint?"

"Yeah, You did. Don't worry, I didn't see anything, I changed your clothes with a spell. You still might be wearing a bra" he smirked.

"Well.. I am yours, I always was, so you could do that too" I said as I took my shirt off. His eyes wandered around me. His smirk widened and he asked:

"Do what, principessa?"

"Undress me with your bare hands."

"Fuck.. Bunny you just keep suprising me" he said and went in closer, I could feel his hot breath on my collarbones. I started unclasping my bra but he stopped me.

"No, let me.." His eyes were still glued to my eyes, and his hands went to the back of my bra and started unclasping it.

This process was so peaceful and slow, but it was also eating me from the inside. We both wanted to make this special for both of us. It was full of contact, full of love.

He finally removed my bra and looked at my already swollen nipples, my breasts bounced a bit which made him smirk and I blushed from embarrassment. He was admiring my every move.

I laid back on bed and looked at him as he went up to me and removed my shorts, then underwear. I was fully naked, laying in front of him.

His harmonic eyes went in complete chaos, wandering all over my body, praising me and shining every time they went to my glimsing centre.

"You are a goddess, mio caro" he whispered against the inside of my thigh. I flinched and moaned out as he started sucking and kissing.

He sucked on my nipple and massaged the other one. He went to my core then, teasing my clit. He entered me with his tongue. I looked at him with my mouth slightly open, gasping for air as he did unbelievably pleasurable things to me.

"So wet for me" I blushed as he said that. It was true.

"You're so soft and delicious, bunny" he whimpered in my ear, squeezing my breasts tightly. I moaned again, signaling him for more. Once I was wet enough, he took my hands and put them above my head.

"I am going to enter you right now, tell me if you want to stop" I nodded at him and he slowly traced his tip on my cunt up and down, making me shiver and wanting more already. I was hungry for him, we were 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 for each other.

He slowly entered me and groaned, and once it was fully in, he slammed it inside and started fucking my like it was the last thing he got to do in his life.

I moaned, squirmed, squealed and he groaned, fucking me like an animal. he whimpered between his strong thrusts "Sei così perfetta, principessa" (ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥲrᥱ ⍴ᥱr𝖿ᥱᥴ𝗍, ⍴rіᥒᥴᥱss). Even though I couldn't understand Italian, his words caught me off guard, made me blush and go crazy, moaning and yelling his name as he fucked me like an eclipse hit us.

"Fuck.. I am coming, Theo" I moaned out as I noticed my stomach was curling into a tight string.

"Scream my name as you come, bunny" he whispered, he was holding in his cum too, waiting for me this whole time. "You can come" he said and I released while screaming his name like it was the only thing I've ever heard of. He pulled out his cock, erecting on my face and tits.

"You're so fucking perfect" he mumbled once again while caressing my collarbone and breasts.

I smiled and said "I love you". His face became all red as he answered " I love you more, bunny. Now let me clean my principessa up, I'm not leaving you like this"

I smiled even more as he took me by my waist, in his arms.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

forever ago you mentioned in an ask post that you have a story in your head about college-aged Matt saving Frank’s kids and in return the Castle family forcibly enfolds him into their tribe. There is literal kidnapping involved, and every word in your little summary was fucking hilarious. I want you to know that that scenario has lived in my head rent free ever since—I am astounded by your brain and that concept makes me want to eat dirt (in the best way)(that is a compliment of the highest degree)

anyways! Please don’t think this is me asking “when will you write that” bc i get it, some plot bunnies are just bunnies, and time/real world is a bitch, BUT—if you ever have any little ramblings about it, I’d love to hear them :) the Castle family is Insane and I love them dearly and I am forever entranced by your characterizations of Matt and Frank

Have a good one!!

Christmas with the Castles my beloved. I love this one so much that I typed out an outline of the fic entirely. It is long. Please, take my ramblings if you want them:

It's Christmas at Columbia, hohoho, peace and goodwill to all mankind. The dorms are closed over winter break to replace the pipes and Matt's out on his ass for the holidays, so get fucked, blind little orphan with no surviving family, and God bless us everyone.

Normally the Nelson clan would have taken him in but Foggy's bitch of a Great Aunt Bertha insists on holding the entire family hostage for the holidays with the will as collateral, and she sucks in many respects but even more in the sense that she doesn't want any blind orphans schlepping around her holiday table. But the Nelson clan will risk it all for Matt, who they think is neat. They'll put the whole fucking will on the line, buddy.

Matt assures them that he's got it all under control and has a place to stay. Yes, with a person. Yes, a real one. An old friend of his dad's. No, he's not going to be homeless. Stop asking questions.

This is a lie.

His plan is to simply be homeless. Peace and goodwill to all mankind.

Except Foggy knows when Matt's on his bullshit and insists on speaking to the guy he's staying with, which means he needs to get Fogwell to lie for him. Except Fogwell knows when Matt's on his bullshit and won't let him off the fucking hook until he knows Matt won't be homeless for the holidays.

Matt unequivocally refuses to come home with him. Stop asking. He'll find someone else to do the phone call.

They compromise with Matt staying in the fucking boiler room of the gym. Peace and goodwill to all mankind.

Except Matt sort of makes Fogwell think that he only needs to crash for a few days, and Foggy's family is going to take him in for the rest. This is also a lie. He is fucking off to be homeless for the rest of the holiday season.

Peace and goodwill to all mankind.

He's swallowing his misgivings and putting up with staying in the boiler room of the gym for a few days so Fogwell won't freak out. Which he now regrets. Because it puts him right in the earshot of an active hostage situation. Are those kids? Those are fucking kids.

Anyway he tries to call the police anonymously like ten times but this just tips off the hostage takers, who apparently have a mole in the police, surprising no one. Now they're going to kill the fucking kids.

Matt can't listen to this.

Peace and fucking goodwill to all mankind.

Okay. Fuck. He's doing this now.

Fuck.

THE CASTLE'S HOLIDAY SEASON, THUS FAR:

The kids got kidnapped.

like

fuck.

that happened.

The thing is that some random NSA guy got into contact with Frank and in this AU he actually blew the whistle on the the CIA's bullshit. His family was in protective custody, until his best friend and pseudo brother stabbed him in the fucking back and sold them out. Now they have his kids.

He then kills a lot of people.

Like a lot.

But he can't find his kids. They have his kids.

They're going to kill his kids.

MATT'S NIGHT, THUS FAR:

He's an asshole in sweatpants with a t-shirt wrapped around the top part of his face and no fucking plan, and there are so many assholes with guns in there. Like. So many.

But fuck it. He's doing this now.

fuck.

He fights a lot of guys. He gets super shot. Some guy tries to shoot him with arrows. Like, what the fuck even is this, Robin Hood? Honestly, fuck this night.

Anyway, he saves the kids. Wheee.

It's sort of nice? They bond, when the crying stops. The kids like him a lot. He calls their parents. Sets up a place for them to get picked up. The boy gives him the sweatshirt he's wearing under his jacket, which is kind of him, because it's fuck-off cold and Matt's about ten minutes from going into shock. Anyway, he drops them off at the spot and fucks off into the night before their oddly bloodstained dad can stop him like the world's shittiest off-brand batman.

He then goes to exercise the right of any God-fearing American citizen, which is to bleed out in the basement of his childhood church.

Fogwell's never gonna be okay again if he finds Matt's blood-soaked body in the gym. Matt figures he can just break into that basement no one uses, steal a med kit, make a solid confession about breaking into and stealing from a church if he lives long enough, and hopefully no one will even notice he was there.

This does not pan out.

A really angry nun finds him and narcs him out to Father Lanthom and they bitch him out for "dying" and "not seeking life-saving medical attention" and drag his ass to to the hospital.

NOW THE CASTLE FAMILY, REUNITED AT LAST:

The kids' will be in therapy forever but the danger is gone, because frank killed them all very dead.

He then received a presidential pardon for All The Murder.

Peace and goodwill to all mankind.

Anyway he's testified about the CIA corruption, the government is occupying itself with the coverup to end all coverups, and his only remaining concerns is (1) taking care of his family and (2) making sure the bleeding dipshit who saved his kids lives doesn't die in the streets. He's gotta find that dumb asshole.

Then he gets a phone call from a very concerned nurse at Metro General about the bleeding dipshit that got brought in with his kid's sweatshirt. They're calling because he keeps trying to goddamn leave while very fucking shot and he had a jacket with Frankie's information written on it in magic marker. Do they know him? Can they please come pick him up? They think he's going to die in the streets if someone does not pick him up.

And Yeah. Yeah, Frank Can Do That.

Matt.

Yeah.

The magic marker, he didn't.

Didn't

Didn't see that part.

Fuck.

Anyway, Matt's On His Way Out To Be Homeless For The Holiday Season, Peace And Goodwill To All Mankind, As Soon As The Goddamn Nurses Stop Hiding The Leave Against Medical Advice Forms. He lied and said he got jumped by a lot of guys, no, he didn't see who did it, because, you know. Blind. Just a regular ol' blind guy here. Poor fucking blind orphan alone and shot for the holiday season. Just give him the goddamn form.

And then that fucking guy shows up in his hospital room. The suspiciously bloody father of the kids he just got shot over. He's here, he's insisting that Matt's one of his family's closest friends and they're paying all of Matt's medical bills, and he's not commenting on the blind bit, but Matt can literally smell his curiosity. Matt's insisting that some random guy gave him the jacket, no, he didn't see his face, because, you know. Blind. He's not the guy Frank thinks he is. Nope. Please fuck off now.

They do not fuck off. Maria Castle blows through the hospital room like a hurricane, hugs him very genuinely, cries a little, and tells him that the Castle family pays their debts, and they've never had a greater one. Then the kids show up, and they fucking recognize him. Fuck.

Matt: imindanger.exe

Matt keeps feigning ignorance. Then, he waits until they leave the room and he fucking books it.

Anyway the Castle family minivan catches up to him when he's legging it a block away. They keep pace with him, and ask to just take him where he's going, and they swear they're not going to hurt him. They just want to help him out. He saved their kids.

And he can hear that they're telling the truth.

And it's so goddamn cold.

And he can hear his own internal bleeding.

And he's so, so tired.

So he tells them that no one would ever believe them. And he gets in the car. and he gives them Fogwell's address. And he tells himself he'll crash there for a day or two and fuck off to be homeless in the streets, peace and good-fucking-will to all mankind.

WHAT THE CASTLE FAMILY DID NOT SCHEDULE FOR THE DAY:

A kidnapping.

WHAT THE CASTLE FAMILY DOES:

It's. It's a kidnapping. They do a kidnapping.

Look. Look. they pay their debts. They pay their fucking debts. It's what they do. And they get to Fogwell's boiler room and rapidly fucking realize that the guy who they owe their everything to is a terminally stupid 20-something and living in the rundown boiler room of an empty gym. And they simply cannot have that.

Frank? Frank, show Matthew back to the car, will he? Maria's going to pack up his things for him.

Matt: what.exe

WHAT MATT DID NOT SCHEDULE FOR THE DAY:

it's.

It's the kidnapping.

it's that.

This fic is fundamentally founded in my premise that the entire Castle family is simply fucking insane. They're just all like that. Frank is not an outlier.

For the Castles, they're being perfectly reasonable. It's obvious that no one's taking care of this lovely young man who saved their kids, so no one will mind if they do it instead. He definitely needs it. So they sit their kids down and explain that sometimes Stockholm Syndrome is for someone's own good, which sounds perfectly reasonable to them. They then proceed to treat this like when you somewhat impulsively get a sick puppy from a Home Depot parking lot, and, well, he's a bit poorly behaved, and he keeps trying to run away, but the kids had wanted it so badly and eventually he's going to settle into his new home and then maybe you can stick felt reindeer antlers on him for the Christmas card, so you keep shoving his meds in peanut butter and forcing them down his throat and keeping the door blocked so the puppy can't slip out into the freezing new york night.

Matt treats this for what it is, which is a fucking kidnapping.

He is now fucking handcuffed to these crazy assholes' guest bed in their suburban home. It's by definition a kidnapping. they're acting like he's the unreasonable one for pointing this out. Except every time he wriggles out of his handcuffs, Frank just lugs his ass back to bed and chains him back up while they scold him. As if he's the unreasonable one for trying to escape his own kidnapping. They make him take his meds and eat three meals a day and the kids watch fucking Christmas movies with him while narrating the screen, as if this wasn't a kidnapping. This is insane. They're all insane.

Which is what he eventually tells them, out loud and to their faces.

And then Maria cries.

Stop.

Stop that.

That thing she's doing with her face. Stop that thing.

And Maria's like. Maybe they were over enthusiastic. But, being a mother, she just wants to take care of the nice young man who saved her little angels. And if that makes her a criminal, then she guesses she's a criminal. Because she cares.

Matt: shoving me into a van and handcuffing me to a bed against my will makes you by definition a criminal

maria: *cries harder*

Matt: stop

And Matt's like. Fine. Fine. He'll give into their crazy fucking kidnapping. Saves him the trouble of being homeless. Just. It's only until Christmas, and then he's gone.

maria, tearfully: and new years too?

Matt: don't push your luck

So fuck it. He's doing this now. But he's not going to like it. And he gets to come and go when he wants.

Frank: no.

matt: seriously fuck you

Except Matt's got shit they didn't pack at Fogwells. Shit they didn't realize belonged to him. His dad's shit. And he's absolutely desperate to get his dad's shit before some well-meaning janitor tosses it. So he very reluctantly agrees to let Frank go in his stead. Just. Just don't talk to people. And don't tell anyone he kidnapped matt. matt does not want to deal with that fucking court case.

Fogwell, immediately catching Frank gathering Matt's stuff for him, when he finds out that Matt sent him: are you a Nelson?

Frank, not a Nelson: Guilty.

And Fogs is just. Thrilled. So fucking thrilled that Matt has the Nelsons. Matt needs people like that, you know? People that'll welcome him home.

He's a good kid. And he hasn't had a home in a good long time. And Fogs--he's so fucking sorry that he couldn't give Matt that. And he. He.

Just tell him Merry Christmas from him? He understands why Matt didn't want to spend it with him.

Just tell him ol' Fogs was thinking of him. Tell him he really, really cares and hopes his holidays are good.

Fuck. Tell him he loves him. Just. Just tell him that. Fogs should have done it a long time ago.

What follows from there is a lot of wholesome, family-friendly Christmas activities, like:

making gingerbread houses

ice-skating

having a total mental breakdown when you get the message passed along from your pseudo-grandfather that he wishes he could have given him a home.

drinking cocoa

getting shit-faced drunk out on the town with the somewhat insane mother of those kids you saved, only to both be lugged home by a very exasperated Frank Castle.

watching Christmas movies

Visiting the grave of your dead father whose loss you've never recovered from

drinking eggnog

Confessing about your superpowers to the crazy fuckers who may or may not have given you stockholm syndrome, as well as your lasting trauma around the fact that you were child-soldierified and your soul-crushing terror that it will happen again

Making paper snowflakes

(Matt may not have meant to do all those things.)

I really like having backstories in communication with each other across my fics taking place in the same fandom? And Fogs is a great example of that. He tends to show up in all of my Daredevil fics, and he usually does something that brings Matt in from the cold in his backstory.

But in this world, that Fogs didn't do it.

In this one, he had the chance, and he failed.

Matt came to him. He ran away from the foster care system when he was a teen, and he went to Fogs as a desperate, last ditch effort. He begged Fogs to still love him the way he did when he was a kid. He begged Fogs to take him in the way he once took in Jack Murdock. He'd help Fogs around the gym. He'd do anything Fogs asked. He just wants to go home.

All he's wanted for years was to just go home.

And Fogs hugged him. He held him. He let him sleep on the couch.

And he called the police.

He wanted to do it the right away around, this time. He didn't want Matt to be hiding from the system for the rest of his youth the way his daddy once did. He wanted him to still get to go to school. He wanted him to be a kid. He wanted to adopt him proper, and didn't think of the fact that no one was gonna let him do it.

And he didn't account for how Matt would never trust him again.

He didn't account for Matt ending up on the streets, and he didn't account for matt refusing to come for him for help again, and he didn't account for Matt refusing to have anything to do with him until he hit law school and barely tolerated hanging around the gym at night again, and he didn't account for Matt not being able to stand the idea of spending the holidays with him.

There's a lot Fogs won't ever forgive himself for.

Anyway, Matt's stockholm syndrome was a great success. They fucking did it. They now have a crazy motherfucker with superpowers who's occupying this space as a the kid's new pseudo uncle. Unmitigated success. God, what an addition to the family. He's just as crazy as them.

Except Matt gets a call. From a very upset Foggy Nelson. Who says that they decided to burn the defunct bridge that was their relationship with their torrid bitch of a great aunt after she said something homophobic to Foggy's sister, and they went to go surprise Matt for the holidays, only to find out that he was already supposed to be with them. Matthew.

The thing is, foggy knows who Matt is as a person. He knows who Matt is as a person. There is such a very real chance that his blind best friend has been living under an overpass in subzero weather for the past few weeks and not telling him. He's having a heart attack and needs to come pick him up immediately before Matt starts selling his body or something.

And like, good news is that Matt was kidnapped by a lovely suburban family who have been keeping him warm and fed and dry, and they're going to be baking gingerbread today. The bad news is that Matt will literally have a heart attack if he has to explain to foggy how he got here so he just. Panics.

And hangs up the phone.

And matts panicking about how he hung up the phone, because foggy will absolutely call the police and report him as a missing person, holy shit will he call the police on him, Matt was literally kidnapped but he likes his kidnappers now and doesn't want them to be arrested, they're making gingerbread you see and that would be inconvenient to the gingerbread making. So Maria and Frank and the kids are watching this weird feral law student they forcibly adopted go through every single stage of grief in a two minute span, wonder how he made it through life so far on his own, and Maria wrangles the phone from him and calls Foggy back and politely tells him that this is Maria Castle, matts basically a part of their family and has been staying with them through the holidays, they've heard so much about foggy, won't he come visit? How about tomorrow at two? They're making gingerbread today.

Matt: MARIA

Matt is panicking. Foggy knows he doesn't have a family. Foggy is his family. Foggy has unlocked his tragic backstory. Foggy is going to wonder how he acquired a family in like a two and a half week span.

Foggy is panicking. He knows Matt doesn't have a family. He has unlocked matts tragic backstory. Matt was in their fucking Christmas cards because he has no family's Christmas cards to be in.

Maria is not panicking. They're taking a step back and making gingerbread now. Take deep breaths, Matthew.

FOGGY NELSON'S THEORIES ABOUT WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH HIS BEST FRIEND (ABRIDGED):

Matt has started a polycule with a suburban couple and is raising their children with them now.

Matt was switched at birth and that's his newly discovered real family and he just never told Foggy.

Matt has been kidnapped by a family in the suburbs and they've enslaved him to make gingerbread with their children.

Which is true, weirdly enough.

Matt is having a spiraling panic attack because while he's like, not on deaths door anymore, he's still healing and clearly beat to shit and foggys going to think the castles did it and freak out and he doesn't have a lie for this prepped. And the castles are like "okay okay but, quick point, you've even prattling on about this kid for like, a minimum of four hours per day, you are more likely than not in love with him, have you considered the truth"

And Matt doesn't know what to do with that, is the thing.

Foggy comes by. He is four hours early. He arrived immediately after he got the address. Maria is lovely and kind and welcoming. Frank pumps his arm firmly and is built like a brickshit house and sort of intimidating.

Matt is absolutely beat to shit.

Matt is absolutely beat to shit.

Foggy: AHAHAHA HEY BUDDY IMMA GIVE YOU A HUG BECAUSE I MISSED YOU AND LOVE YOU SO MUCH IN THIS THE SEASON OF GOODWILL AMONG MEN. did they do this to you cough twice for yes

Matt: oh for the love of god.

And the problem is. For a family that commits felonies. They're weirdly open about that fact.

Foggy: how did Matt end up staying with you

Lisa: oh we gave him Stockholm syndrome after kidnapping him

matt: ahahaha kids say the darndest things

Frankie: no really dad kept having to drag him off the windowsill when he tried to climb out and we had to be extra welcoming to him so he'd stop trying to escape

Matt: AHAHAHA KIDS SAY THE DARNDEST THINGS

Foggy told his cop friend Brett to be on standby before he came here and now he's rapidly wondering if he needs to actualize that.

There's a good deal bit more after that, but this is getting long. There's emotional honesty. There's homosexuality. There's confessions about superpowers that Matt may or may not have. There's discussing trauma.

There's the fucking shadow government showing up to recruit Matt.

The thing is that Frank Castle is one of the best military operatives, like. Ever. And SHIELD was interested in recruiting that. And they thought, hey, saving his kids may do that. And they sent Hawkeye to infiltrate the mercenaries that had taken them.

Except they were fuck-off guns there and while he could take them all out if it was just him, he'd have to be 90% crazier of motherfucker than he actually is to try that shit with two kids in the line of fire.

And then an absolutely crazy motherfucker showed up and did exactly that. Caught his arrow mid-backflip. Kicked his ass too. It was sort of sick as hell. He hasn't met anyone so good at hand to hand since black widow.

They couldn't not recruit that guy.

And like. They found him. They found him really easily. The castle family kidnapped him. It was kind of obvious.

So Clint and Coulson roll up with the recruitment pitch and Clints like "hey, haha, I'm Clint, you stabbed me, wow you're like, completely insane, I mean that literally and in a figurative impressiveness sense, want to be best friends" and matts a fucking centimeter from launching himself out the window and starting a new life in Mexico.

And coulson's good at what he does. He can tell that matts not at all buying what he's selling, is more than a little freaked out at the idea of being identified as enhanced, and is almost definitely a former child soldier if their background was accurate about who took him from his orphanage for a few months. He also knows that Matt's abilities are too unique and too useful to just walk away from them. Nothing can be hidden from him. And if a fucking nuke is missing and they need someone to sniff it out, they need to be able to set Matt loose on a city for it. So he makes the pitch of "what if I keep you out of all databases, tell no one your name, and have you as a strictly as needed member of the roster," to which Matt replies with something along the line of "you can go and get fucked with you fascist shadow agency bullshit, you fucking totalitarian nightmare freaks, you try and drag me off to your freak show org to be a fucking dog on a leash for your illegal agency and I'll bite your goddamn face off, the world would have to end for me to come within a hundred godforsaken feet of you," which is… a coarse but technically affirmative answer that Coulson takes to mean as "Yes, if the world is ending, I will come to your agency." He honestly tells him that he'll keep matts secret and leaves. And Matt is still considering the Mexico plan but decides that he has a family to keep him here now in foggy and the castles and decides to risk staying. And that's that.

Which leads into my semi-crack fic of Matt being in the original Avengers, which I won't subject you to here. but some highlights:

Matt misses the first day of world-saving because he took off the second the SHIELD guy came by to pick him up. He managed to hide for 27 consecutive hours before they dragged his ass to the helicarrier.

He wasn't briefed at all because they ask him if he read the files they gave him and he just tosses them on the table and asks "does this look like fucking Braille to you." He repeatedly threatens to sue them for a lack of ada compliance.

He keeps getting stuck in rooms because this nightmare space ship only uses screens for everything, including door handles.

The hulk: *is the hulk*

Matt, has a stick: WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT

Tony: in a few minutes I'll know every secret SHIELD has ever had

Matt, has listened to at least eight top secret HYDRA meetings since being locked into this fucking hell ship: MHMM

They save the day, he's in a mask, the press asks them all whats next for the avengers and he's like "well I have a day job, I'm going home" and just. Walks away.

Three weeks later he starts fighting crime of his own volition and whenever anyone mentions hey is it maybe that avenger fellow he replies to the official inquiries with "oh no you see I have a day job" which should not work but does

Of course, Matt learning about HYDRA leads into my other semi-crack fic involving Matt simply immediately telling Captain America about the fucking Nazi's, and Cap rediscovering his life's passion, which is punching some fucking Nazi's. Except, he really needs Matt to spy on HYDRA for this to work, and Matt's identity is still almost entirely secret even within SHIELD and he doesn't want to endanger that. So they embark on introducing everyone to Matt Murdock, his totally normal, blind attorney boyfriend who is not at all a superpowered ultimate spy who happens to be secretly a very reluctant Avenger. It is now a fake dating AU.

[animentality]

I saw Elemental and while it was far better than it looked, I had some issues.

First off, fantasy racism is hard to do properly because most writers make the fatal error of making the oppressed people too powerful.

Like X men. Oh, it's a metaphor for racism against black people in America...except black people don't shoot fucking death killing laserbeams from their buttholes every time they take a fart.

Or say, Zootopia. A well meaning allegory, but it still implies people of color are actually a threat to the rest of the population???

Like I don't care if a "bunny can go savage."

You still present the oppressed race, of predators, as being scarier and bigger and more easily able to hurt others.

So Elemental had the same issues.

It basically said, well, the fire people are the last wave of immigrants. They are discriminated against the most because they are new. They speak another language and no one likes them because they burn things and they can hurt the rest of us, so we keep them in these segregated communities, that are more fire safe.

Now here's the issue with that, if you haven't already noticed...

Once again, we get a race of people who are a thinly veiled metaphor for immigrants...but the issue is...

The fire people ARE a legitimate threat to the earthy, leafy people. They can literally kill them. They literally burn off pieces of their bodies in the damn film.

Now technically the wind and water people are less in danger, but we literally see in the movie that the fire people are WAY more of a threat than any other people. The main character literally blows the fuck up.

She destroys several plot important things when she can't control her temper!!! She destroys her own father's shop. Several times.

It's implied that fire people can also EVAPORATE the water people too.

So therein lies the issue.

If we saw the water people being more destructive, I could forgive it! If we saw more equal distrust between all the people, then maybe I could buy it. There ARE hints that the wind people have an affinity for lightning, which you would think could be a destructive force too, just as much a threat to water! And water can douse fire, right? So that's also bad, and that at least has some basis in the film?

But the problem is that the larger society only sees fire as bad...and the metaphor doesn't come across, when you focus on just fire and show us the many, many bad things fire can and does do to the other elements.

Now here's the thing that really annoys me.

The racism/discrimination against immigrants metaphor was okay. It had some nuance, at least. I enjoyed some of the very thoughtful discussions of what it means to be a second generation immigrant and the stresses of trying to live up to your parents' expectations of you.

I actually enjoyed the romance too. They were oddly sweet, and the heroic sacrifice in the end was genuinely touching.

But the movie's racism metaphor was too strong, and it has bad implications, given how much of a threat all of the races are to each other, whether it's equally divided between them or not.

This is not at all applicable to real life. Our differences are not so fucking fundamental. They are cultural and only very, very slightly biological. Our DNA is not so fucking different that this metaphor works, at all.

These kind of movies make the unintentional point that races are cut and dry categories, and all we need to do is accept these alien creatures so different from us into our society.

This is not true.

Like what the fuck. This is so not true. Every single race on earth can and does reproduce with one another, plus we've all been intermixed since the beginning of fucking time.

So that metaphor just breaks itself, in my opinion.

Now here's my suggestion.

This movie should've been a metaphor for disability accomodations.

And hear me out, right?

The fire people CANNOT go to several places. Places entirely underwater, or partially submerged, places covered in foliage, where they might burn things. It is a central theme, that fire people are barred from certain places because they simply haven't bothered to make those places accessible to them.

See, that's a much more palatable and less problematic theme/metaphor to draw from!

The main character wants to see this plant that only grows underwater, but she's never gotten to see it because it's in this weird stadium that's underwater, and they simply haven't tried to make it accessible to fire people.

Plus, water people trains are constantly throwing water down on fire town, and water is a huge threat to fire people, and the whole city seems to run on water transport, and i think, but im not sure, it's stated that water people came first, and that's why elemental city is mostly catered to them?

But there's a great moral there!

There's no reason fire people can't be in certain public spaces! There should be laws forcing all earth spaces to have fire safe accommodations, like metal or clay flooring in all necessary areas!

That museum should've had some kind of tunnel for fire people to walk through!

It should be required for all public areas that there be metal or clay or glass crossing certain areas, so that fire people can still reasonably access everything that the other people can access!

Like ramps and elevator and railings, in real life!

And it's such a shame, because the protagonist has a talent for shaping glass. For making art.

It's implied she might end up working for her boyfriend's mom, who's an architect!!!

The protagonist should've been a fucking architect, who EXPLICITLY dedicates herself to making the rest of the city accessible to her own people!!! So they can get out of fire town and live amongst the rest of them!

At the end, it's implied more people are coming to fire town...but for no fucking reason. They just go there now.

But the protagonist, Ember, really needed to be a driving force.

She needed to be a metaphor for accessibility in public spaces, because that's a much better parallel than just racism itself.

If you toned down the "destructiveness" of fire and explained that fire people are unfairly excluded from public life simply because it's easier for the other people to ignore them and not care about their needs...then you have a far less problematic story, with a much more sensitive and interesting take on disability discrimination.

Ember needed to be an advocate, someone who tries to bring her people into the wider world, and not the wider people into her world.

There is NO reason fire people could not be allowed to participate in public life.

And there was no reason fire people had to be pitted so hard against every other race.

Elemental was a really fun movie, with beautiful animation and some very well thought out ideas for how the city worked.

But it failed as a racism/immigration allegory.

It could've been far more nuanced and complex, if it had bothered to talk more about how fire people need accomodations, rather than just, fire people hate everyone else, and everyone else hates fire people.

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Stupid ways CQL changed the story from MDZS:

First on most people's list is gonna be the gay, and I agree on a political and societal level that this is an egregious change I can't get on board with. I will say though that on a personal preference level, I don't think the romance really adds much; the magic of this story is not the gay and I'm just as happy with WWX/LWJ have the intense, weird, unstated relationship they have in the drama as I am with the ultimately gay relationship they have in the book.

The Yin Iron plot in the drama is so bad, you guys. So bad. This includes a) there being multiple parts of the Yin Iron, b) WRH having some of it and creating puppets with it, c) LWJ/WWX going to search for it. Did they add this so WWX looks less terrible? So it looks like all he's doing is fighting fire with fire? I hate it. There was a knife fight, and WWX invented guns. That's literally the point of him; that's why he's terrifying; he invented something that was beyond his means to control and it got out of hand and everyone wanted the gun and there was only one. The plot in the drama is just SO STUPID. I like WWX and LWJ getting to bond when they search for it and the trip to the bunny cave, but you could really have them bond and get bunnies a different way.

The most egregious thing, imo, is how the Wen remnants are first portrayed in the drama. After the Wen Clan is defeated we see constant abuse of these prisoners, often pretty much in front of everyone's face. At one point they are even paraded in front of everyone and WWX is the only one who has a problem with it. I get that WWX is the hero, but it makes everyone else look super morally reprehensible. Like, how are we supposed to get behind LWJ if he can stomach that. Actually, forget LWJ, because I actually think the scene in the rain with the umbrella establishes that LWJ is simply unwilling to defy social convention/popular opinion, and while I think it is a slight twist on LWJ's character, it's not a big of one as you might suppose, given the novel. But Lan Xichen? The character who is supposed to be the absolute paragon of kindness, goodness, and compassion? It's always sat wrong with me. Anyway, the novel basically shows that the poor treatment of the Wens is mostly hidden from view of the public, and WWX only finds out because WQ goes to him for help.

Replacing NMJ's dismembered arm with an angry sword spirit was super confusing. Why does the sword spirit attack people's arms, and why does it ONLY do that at Mo Manor? It's stupid and confusing. I assume this was censorship as well? Unwilling to show some dismembered corpses?

Speaking on NMJ, the character is pointless in the drama. I think you really needed to show the way he helped and trusted Meng Yao and how utterly betrayed by Meng Yao NMJ was to really understand his character.

Speaking of which, it is so completely ludicrous that the Wen Clan attacks the Unclean Realm before the Wen Sect Training/Tortoise of Slaughter sequence. It does say in the book that the Wen Clan and Nie Clan are kind of in constant skirmishes, but that's why the Wen Clan heavily attacks Cloud Recess first and then goes for Lotus Pier; the point is that the Unclean Realm is too well defended. That said--I still find it outrageous that in the book everyone (except WWX, perpetually clueless) seems to know about the attack on Cloud Recesses but sends their children to the Wen Clan anyway. Like I get they're all intimidated but that is too much.

WWX falling off the cliff. So silly. LWJ never would have allowed that to happen. What was JC even doing? That said, the actual death in the book is so unclear; I get that it was the spiritual rebound, but what was JC doing then? What did it look like? I found it really weird how the book just did not illustrate a few very key climactic plot points.

Weirdly, JFM. I actually like the guy better in the drama, but that's a problem. He really is a terrible father to JC, and his terribleness really helps explain why JC is like he is.

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Dom Hubby Karina, Sub Wifey Irene 💙🍌🍑💖

Writer's Note: This was supposed to be a little answer (The first two paragraph) but I liked the plot so wrote a short smut. We can guess Irene would be Sub as she is introverted and Karina Dom as she is extroverted. But I think Irene wouldn't be the silent Sub type and would try to take back little bit of control and that's the plot of this story. And a lot of filthy hardcore stuff. Enjoy!

Warning: Pure smut. Don't ask for morality here.

Word Count: 1750 plus

Irene sub and Karina dom? I don't think Irene get to wear any proper clothing inside their shared apartment. A little bit of cooking apron and a bunny anal plug is the only modesty she can afford. They are in a live together arrangement for a year.

Aespa is busier than Red Velvet so at the end of her busy schedule tired and stressed Karina only focuses on her cunty little wife. It starts slow and lovely with small pecks and smooch on lips. Karina loves to nudge her head on Irene's, ride on her thigh and play with each other's clit and nipples.

She loves when Irene sucks her big saggy udders, she even presses both together and let Irene suck both nipples at once. Then she focuses on grinding each other's pussy, making both of their lower lips peach red and plump from arousal. Smelling their arousal and licking each other's pussy is just foreplay for them.

But soon the heat rises and Karina’s sadistic side takes over, it never ends well for Irene. Karina picks the biggest strapon dildo from her vast library of punishment tools while Irene waits for her hubby in their sex studio. It's over a feet in length and as thick as a mini water bottle.

She lubes it well for both of them and then first inserts the inner dildos meant for her own into her pussy and ass. Her gaped mouth is drooling while slowly pressing the dildos all the way in, lustful eyes are tearing and needy. She tightens the harness around waist, turns on the built in vibrator that instantly jolts her body. She regains control and walks towards Irene.

Irene's magical smile disappears seeing the biggest strapon in Karina's inventory coming at her. She muffles her own mouth with both hands, the older lady is visibly terrified of the younger girl. She tries to run away but Karina pins her down on their sex bed, specially made and fitted with bdsm kits. The strapon poking Irene's belly.

"Please do anything but that. I had to visit a doctor last time you fucked me with that in my ass" Irene's plea is clear. "Ok, I am not fucking your ass this time. This or let's go to a night club where they will fill you up with real dicks while I get to fuck some real men you whore. Just let me use you as much as you're worth"

Karina hiss back to Irene before shoving the huge dildo all the way in her little pussy. Irene's mouth screams open and stays agaped as the strapon has hit her cervix and all the good spots. The dildos inside Karina press against her walls, the vibrator stimulating hard earning a deep moan from her.

Irene somehow close her mouth and start to scream after that. That's a scene even the best lesbian videos can't capture. Two of the most beautiful idol in Kpop's history having a lesbian sex while moaning and screaming each other's name. Their face flushed red, chest heaving and tits bouncing around as Karina keep stabbing Irene's cervix while getting fucked in her pussy too.

Karina hit Irene's ass sharp leaving a red mark. She starts to pull Irene's hair as the older girl try to pull out. Both of their thighs are dripping with their own pussy juices. Karina tries to grind inside Irene but Irene is trying to get out desperately as her pussy is getting ripped in half.

Thwack! A slap on Irene's face from Karina remind her of her harsh reality. RV a declining group, Irene a declining idol who got no choice but to leech of more famous idol Karina to continue her luxurious life. It's either Karina or other rich more disgusting men and she hates man.

But still she thinks Karina loves her deep inside but in moments like this she doubts that. To Karina she is nothing but a plaything to relieve her stress. "Y-yo-you will break me, please let me rest for a minute" Irene mustered her strength and asked for mercy.

"I should really bring you over to a gangbang party, then you will know it's nothing. I get fucked in all holes by disgusting old men, to earn enough money so that you can stay safe with me. Meanwhile you don't want to get stretched a little bit, you ungrateful bitch!” Karina shout back fiercely.

Karina starts pushing on Irene's bulging abdomen, making it even tighter around her already stuffed baby hole. The veiny design of that massive dildo is scratching all the gspot in Irene's pussy. As expected soon enough Irene start cumming, her juice flooding both of their crotch and thigh.

Karina doesn't stop as her climax is coming too, so she keeps pounding sensitive Irene making her scream and soon enough go limp from the sensory overload. Her uncontrollably convulsing sweaty milky white body is a piece of art.

Unconscious Irene is peeing herself when Karina pulls out, the bed is puddling with their fluid as the sheet is synthetic. Karina rush to remove the strapon and then push that massive dildo in her pussy to fuck herself. After a min of edging and hitting her cervix with that monstrous girth, Karina comes undone and a massive shower of cum and piss escapes her holes.

Panting and heaving, Karina falls on Irene's chest. Her big boobs are mushing against Irene's comparably smaller boobs. She go and start deep kissing Irene taking the taste of her fucked up wife. As if trying to disappear in her lover's holes…….

A sharp jolt wakes Karina up as she finds both of her pussy and ass getting double penetrated with a pair of automated dildos. Getting in and out in a rhythmic way so there is always one deep inside her. She tries to move but find out that her whole body is properly strapped with the bed. She can't even move an inch except her head. But it's not on bed, it's on a chair as she is tied horizontally on the bed.

“IRENE!” Karina screams, “What the fuck is this? Get me out of here now!” She growls with authority being the breadwinner of their brothel of a household. “Coming” a sweet voice comes from the kitchen. Irene come hopping wearing her kitchen apron and bunny plug.

A smile on the older lady's face seeing Karina getting pleasured so hard. “What can I do for you, my love?” “Untie me right now you cunt!” Karina shouts but her voice becomes shaky as her climax hits her right on time. She throws her head back, her watering eyes are ablaze with anger.

“Wher-e d-did yoo gwet itt!” She somehow shouts those words between her body’s convulsing. Not being able to move under the strap makes the climax more terrorizing. “This? I ordered it for your birthday so that we can get both fucked up together.”

A naughty smirk plays in Irene's face. “You are such a masochist, this would be your perfect gift. But seeing how stressed you are lately, I have decided to use it today. Let's undone your pressure, my kitten!” Her laughter becomes wild.

“Ge get me-me outt” Karina musters those words while her body is shaking involuntarily. “Can't my love. You need some real treatment to relieve your stress.” Karina can't reply back as another climax hits her. Her eyes hitting the back while her mouth is open and lolling.

Irene doesn't waste any moment. She brings another automated dildo rig and sets it behind Karina's head. She removes the chair under Karina’s head leaving her head hanging. She starts taking it closer to Karina, aiming her gaped mouth.

Karina momentarily opens her eyes and seeing Irene's intention tries to move her head screaming “N-Noo no nooo…” Karina gets muffled as Irene shoves the entire length inside Karina's mouth hitting the back of her throat. Karina’s muffled sound is music to Irene's ears.

She puts a strap around Karina’s long neck and tightens it a little so Karina can't move her head. Despite the muffled cry, tear and plea from Karina Irene starts the rig and the jelly like soft dildo starts fucking Karina deepthroat. “Chill here for an hour while I prepare breakfast. You know I am not a good cook, that's why it's gonna take long. Enjoy till then sweety.”

Irene puts a kiss on agonized Karina's forehead, then hop out and goes to the kitchen prepping breakfast. The beacon and eggs are sizzling on the griddle, her voluptuous curvy figure on full display. Her milky white body is like a granite sculpted statue of Aphrodite. Ready to get worshipped and fucked by numerous man.

Irene's pussy is glistening from arousal thinking of Karina getting abused on her behalf. Horny Irene is swaying and twerking her ass while her boobs bouncing around. She is dancing seductively to aespa’s new song, “Whip Whiplash, Whip Whiplash……” not like an idol but those cheap club dancers.

But surpassing the cooking and speakers’ sound is Karina’s muffled moans and shrieks. Getting machine fucked, no, more like machine raped while not moving an inch has left her completely abused. Her head is badly leaned back giving her a real whiplash in neck. Her pussy and ass started to bleed while taking breath have become a challenge.

She is sweating like a geyser. Her body is perma shaking with occasional convulsing from numerous climaxes. Her throat and abdomen are bulging rhythmically. Irene has put her phone at a corner of the room recording Karina’s ordeal. Her saggy boobs are dancing around from the shaking body, grown in size from arousal. Brown erected nipples are begging to get sucked.

Karina’s eyes have hit the back of her head leaving only the white in open. Soon she starts to pee, followed by vomit as her inside is giving out. The mouth in dildo is literally pumping the vomit out of her mouth and nose that is creeping down her face and eyes. Karina is in danger but Irene doesn't care today.

A cruel smirk plays on the older lady's face as she keeps swirling and twerking while preparing the breakfast. Despite being a Sub she is loving the shift in role for once. No she is still a Sub so she gives those machines the job to punish Dom Karina for her everyday cruelty. Sure Karina is her hubby, but she should still remember that she is a woman too! That Irene deserves a loving dominant Karina, not an abusive one.

The muffled shrieking of Karina eventually goes silent as her conciseness gives up, leaving a lump heap of idolized meat getting pounded by a lifeless machine……. The machines don't know it, they keep mercilessly penetrating her three holes.

Only the squelching sound of air and fluid escaping from Karina's wet holes remains and the occasional food prep sound of Irene with the addictive beat of Whiplash. "Whip squelch plash squelch squelch whip whiplash squelch whip squelch plash......."

You readers can't deny it's a morning full of serenity.

THE END.

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Praetor's Pride - Part 6

Y'know, at first I was worried that this would turn out to be a filler chapter, but it turned out to be something else entirely thanks to a plot bunny that halfway ties together two ideas I had. This fic will probably end up being around fifteen chapters, so strap idn for a long journey, and enjoy, friends! I know I haven't updated in ages, but life is busy and writer's block is a bitch.

Part 1 here. Part 2 here. Part 3 here. Part 4 here. Part 5 here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Praetor Hiren (ST:Nemesis) x Reader; Senator Letant (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: This has smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, innuendo, ogling, heavy flirtation, literal sleeping together, dirty talk, implied spanking, mild angst.

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After months of sand swirling around my head, getting in my hair, and nearly blinding me, the cool, climate-controlled environment of Deep Space Nine felt like the height of luxury. The Vulcan heat, I'd discovered, was quite possibly the most stifling climate I'd ever experienced - even Andoria's frigid icy surface was more enjoyable.

When I'd arrived on the former Cardassian station, I'd lowered the temperature in my quarters and practically lived in my bed the first day. It was lazy, it was selfish, but oh stars it felt incredible to not be on the verge of melting for once.

All in all, Vulcan hadn't been completely unpleasant, but the heat was one thing I could definitely do without. Despite feeling as though I was roasting alive every time I walked outside, my spirits during my stay there had been kept rather high by my correspondence with both Letant and Hiren. The letters I received from them were the highlights of my days.

Each had such a unique voice when putting pen to paper - or, I should say stylus to PADD - that I could tell by the very first line which of the two had written it before I glanced down at the signature. Letant was his usual jovial, jaunty self. We'd corresponded semi-regularly prior to this last trip to Vulcan, but his letters were now an almost daily part of my routine.

He spoke, for the most part, as if nothing had changed between us, but he'd stray into romantic territory near the end of each missive. Judging by his tone and how sentimental he waxed, I could discern his mood. If it had been a long, hard day, he veered further into introspective territory.

'I can't help but wonder,' he wrote in one particular message, 'whether I've been selfish in regards to our relationship. A Romulan Senator has no shortage of enemies, as has been demonstrated to me recently, and I must ask you to be honest with me in your next response. Are you absolutely certain that you know what you're getting into?'

I'd responded to him that whatever hurdles appeared before us, we'd conquer them together. Navigating life together - the good, the bad, and everything in between - was, after all, what relationships were all about. He'd comforted me countless times over the course of our friendship, so why shouldn't I do the same for him now that we were romantically involved?

Letant certainly had no objections to my emotional support, becoming ever more amorous in his subsequent correspondence.

And the Praetor's letters...

Oh, Hiren gave me something utterly priceless: a glimpse into his soul. Quoting romantic poetry from all corners of the galaxy, he made me feel as though he...well, adored me. Letant's letters were extremely intimate and romantic, of course, but this side of Hiren was unexpected. I wasn't surprised that he could be that way with a lover, but I never quite anticipated being on the receiving end of such desire.

A small part of me still expected an abrupt shift from acceptance of my Humanity to outright rejection. Maybe that expectation was just my past experience with intolerance rearing its ugly head, but something taut and nervous fluttered through my chest every time I read one of the Praetor's missives. I already felt so much for him. The thought that he might end up thinking no more of me than some of the others I'd met felt like a vice around my lungs. I hadn't yet confided that to Letant, but I knew it would be wise to do so once he arrived on the station.

He'd know precisely what I was feeling, especially if he made use of that telepathy he'd demonstrated to glance into my thoughts. In fact, that might be easier than trying to express what I felt verbally.

They seemingly had no trouble doing so - a fact that never ceased to surprise me, despite the heavy encryption that protected their words.

Something else their letters shared was the presence of oddly capitalized letters. Both could speak Federation standard, but given how random the capitalized letters were, it seemed as thought they'd begun dictating their letters in Romulan using a translation matrix that wasn't quite calibrated correctly, then switched over to Federation standard dictation halfway through. It was odd. Every letter but one contained these odd linguistic characters; Hiren's most recent correspondence was the only one completely free of typos.

For such exacting men, this struck me as odd, but then again, they were both extremely busy. They could simply have not noticed, especially if their wrote their letters at the end of the day before bed. They did have exhausting jobs, and more than once, Letant had alluded to giving himself a...'relaxing massage' while composing a message to me.

I couldn't help but wonder whether Hiren had ever done the same. I reprimanded myself as soon as the thought crossed my mind. He was the Praetor of the Romulan Empire. I really shouldn't have tried to read more into his words than was intended.

But then, that day in the garden still nudged at the back of my mind, reminding me of how deep and sensual Hiren's voice dropped when he was aroused, and I was gone. There was no dragging my thoughts back from the abyss of dirty imagery it had conjured. Maybe it was all that time spent with the Vulcans and their own mental restraint, but I longed for some of my lovers' expressiveness. Their wit and sarcasm, their gentle smiles and gleeful smirks...my heart ached to be with them again.

A week after I'd arrived on Deep Space Nine, I was rereading Hiren's latest message when it struck me:

It was too late for me to guard my heart. For better or worse, he and Letant already held it in their grasp. I was head over heels for the Senator, and I could tell that the same fate awaited me in regards to Hiren.

Could this really work? Could I really be a lover to two high-class, influential Romulans?

Odo opened a comm channel just as I once again skimmed the poetry excerpt from Hiren's last letter. I was still reeling with shock from the realization of how far I'd already fallen.

"Ambassador, I'm sorry to bother you, but there's someone in security who claims that you're expecting him."

How odd.

"Acknowledged. On my way," I answered as I got to my feet. Reluctantly, I put the PADD containing Hiren's letters back into my luggage with the rest and locked it before starting toward the Promenade.

The entire way there, I was stuck in my own thoughts. Was this a risk I was willing to take? Were Hiren and Letant really willing to accept a mate who was so incredibly different? Did they understand just how much we had to learn about each other?

For that matter, did I?

A pair of doors hissed open in front of me, and I realized I'd reached the security office while I was overanalyzing my situation.

"I know you've been here before, sir, but we all have to take precautions. your government's delegation was altered at the last minute. Ah, there you are, Ambassador," the Constable said, and I blinked, taking in the group of people in the office. There were three Romulans. Two wore military uniforms, and when the third turned around, I froze.

"Speechless already? Oh dear, that doesn't bode well for the conference in a few days, does it?" Letant's usual shit-eating grin awoke the hoard of butterflies hiding in my stomach. He was here early! I hadn't been expecting him for another three days at the very least! "Really, Constable, if you recognize me, surely you don't need confirmation of my identity?"

Odo harumphed as if the Senator's question was the height of stupidity.

"It's not your identity I'm concerned with, it's your behavior," he stated bluntly before turning his attention to me. "I wouldn't normally do this, but the last I heard, the two of you were close friends. Can you vouch for him?"

Mischief bubbled swiftly up from within me as I turned to my mate with a serious expression.

"Hm, I don't know. He can be quite the troublemaker. Drinking too much ale...flirting with the Dabo girls...picking fights with Klingon officers..." I trailed off and took two slow steps toward him as my eyes drank him in from head to toe and back again. "Do you promise to be a good boy for me, Senator?"

Letant's eyes darkened with hunger, and his grin transformed from a light, easy, roguish smile to a smirk that promised I'd regret teasing him in front of his officers.

"For you, Ambassador, yes. I do," he murmured, and I turned to the Constable.

"Yes, Odo, I'll vouch for him."

The Security Chief started tapping away at his console.

"Very well. Senator, as you've arrived early, I'm afraid the quarters we were going to have prepared for you are not yet empty–"

"There is no need for a separate set of quarters. I'll be staying with the Ambassador," Letant said, and before Odo could protest, the Senator guided me out with a large, warm hand placed firmly on my back. His guards took up protective positions behind us as we walked, effectively multiplying the amount of people staring at us. "My, separation has made you quite bold indeed, e'lev. Did your stay on Vulcan truly bore you so severely that you would challenge a Romulan Senator in public?"

"Oh please, you dramatic man, there was no challenge. I was teasing you, and you damn well know it."

Letant let out a quiet laugh as his eyebrows rose.

"You don't call publicly asking if I'm going to be a 'good boy' a challenge of my authority?" I started to reply, but he cut me off. "Or were you, perhaps, trying to coax a particular reaction from me, hm?"

The abrupt closure of my mouth told him all that he needed to know.

"Ah, I see. I knew arriving early was a prudent plan. You've been alone for far too long," he murmured as we got into the turbolift. Heedless of his guards' gazes, Letant turned me to face him and backed me up against one of the lift walls. Grasping my waist with one hand and my jaw with the other, my Senator spoke in a raspy whisper. "Congratulations, e'lev. You were entirely successful."

His lips met mine for a moment, tantalizingly rough and sweet at the same time, before pulling back and leaving me dazed as the turbolift continued on its path. From what I'd been told, such displays in front of others, including personal guards, were usually avoided like the plague.

I must've teased him more than I realized after our time apart.

When we reached the doors to my quarters, we were both short of patience. I was stunned that we made it all the way inside before Letant had me up against a wall. And just like that, the fullness of the three months that we'd been separated forced our composure to take a backseat. We became a mess of grasping hands and searing kisses, fumbling our way toward the bedroom.

"Three months is too long to be away from you," he breathed as the sound of tearing fabric heralded the death of yet another uniform top.

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Sated and lounging in bed that evening, I'd relaxed into an almost trance-like state atop my lover's chest. The hypnotic sensation of Letant's fingertips skimming up and down the length of my back coupled with the rhythmic steadiness of his breathing comforted me in a way that I'd severely missed since I set out for my trip to Vulcan.

"He'll be here tomorrow," he said just above a whisper.

"Hm? Who?" I dragged myself back to full consciousness and looked up at Letant.

"Hiren, of course. He's talked of little else since your departure from Romulus," he murmured brushing his lips against my forehead. "I would ask if he's been writing to you if not for the fact that he practically glowed every time you responded to him."

"How could I not? The Praetor is a charming man with a romantic streak. His knowledge of love poetry is rather extensive - or, at least, I assume that it is, given the vast selection of excerpts that he's been sending me." Tracing my fingers along the column of Letant's throat, I couldn't help but smile at the thought that I'd gotten incredibly lucky.

"How did you like his latest prose, if I may ask?"

"That was my favorite set of lines yet! Oh, that reminds me, he forgot to include the poet's name. I'll have to ask him about that when he gets here. Unless you know, of course?"

With a rumbling laugh, Letant gripped my hips and slipped one of his legs between mine.

"Now, now, have patience, e'lev. I promise you'll have your answers, but not from me. The name was left off deliberately, and Hiren swore me to secrecy. Friend though he might be, I dare not disobey my Praetor. You should have seen him when he was preparing for this trip, though. He must've pulled every set of robes from his bot-unsubstantial wardrobe to ask my opinion on whether you'd find them attractive."

"No," I scoffed in disbelief, but Letant was entirely serious.

"Yes, my girl. It's ridiculous. The man has been married before. He certainly knows how to flirt and has plenty of experience in seduction. There's no reason for him to be this nervous - he's had his head between your pretty legs, for goodness sake - yet he's behaving as if he's not even had his first encounter."

"Bullshit. Hiren would never go to pieces over someone like me. You're exaggerating."

"I most certainly am not. You have reduced the Praetor of the entire Romulan Empire to no more than an anxious suitor. He lured me to the palace, plied me with kali-fal, then proceeded to try on everything he owned in front of a mirror to ask for my opinion. You should've seen him. He struck poses, e'lev," Letant said flexing his biceps as someone might in front of a mirror, and I dissolved in a fit of giggles at the mental image he conjured. "I have told you many times that you are a remarkable woman. Perhaps you'll realize that I spoke the truth before you give the poor man a coronary."

"But surely...? I mean, he must realize that I'm not superficial enough to judge him for his outfit. He'd look good in anything, just like you."

With a mere flick of his hands, Letant maneuvered me atop him so that I was straddling his hips. I braced my hands on his chest, taking in the sight of the beautiful man beneath me. his normally pristinely-groomed black hair was tousled from our exertions, and the smirk stretching his lips brought to mind smug gods from ancient mythology. In such a comparison, I was more than content to be the unwitting mortal who'd fallen so willingly into his bed.

"You think I'd look good in anything?" He asked as a faux innocent expression made its home on his face.

"Now you're just fishing for compliments–"

"Of course I am. You love me. Who better for me to ask than you, my lovely mate?" His hands slid up my sides and caressed the swell of my breasts. "Tell me, what is it like to be in bed with someone so devilishly handsome?"

Scoffing playfully, I started to move off of him, but Letant's renewed grip on my hips kept me firmly in place as he sat up beneath me. With his lips a mere hair's breadth away, I stubbornly kept my hands to myself and my mouth shut.

"Now, now...no need for petulance," the Senator breathed. It was so obscenely easy for him to get what he wanted from me. His arms wound around my torso, holding me close as he spoke. "Just because your partner is almost equal to you in beauty doesn't mean you need to pout."

How was it he always managed to compliment both himself and me in one breath?

"You don't play fair." I just barely managed to hold back a grin, fixing him with a glare instead. Letant laughed, his warm breath ghosting over my skin.

"No, but you've known that for quite some time. Besides..." he said laying kisses slowly down the length of my jaw, "you know I'm right."

The Senator's hands slid farther down my back.

"Now, about that little challenge earlier..."

--

Hiren found the T'Met's commanding officer in his Ready Room, skimming through reports with a look of deep concentration etching his face seemingly in stone. The Riov glanced up as the Praetor entered, and he smiled that same charming smile he'd worn for years.

"Well, well, I was wondering when you'd come see me, old friend. Please, have a seat," S'Talon said shutting off his console and leaning back in his own chair. "I've heard a little rumor, lhhai, concerning you, Letant, and a certain Federation Ambassador. Is that why I've been honored with the task of transporting you to this conference, my Lord Praetor?"

"You know such formalities aren't necessary, Tal," Hiren said as he sank down into one of the plush chairs. "As for the rumors...I don't know what you've heard, so it's a bit difficult to give you an honest answer."

The Riov smirked and tapped the top of his desk in an absentminded sort of way.

"I've heard that you and Letant intend to make a proper triad with her...that the two of you love her."

Hiren lifted his chin. He wasn't sure how the Riov knew that, but he was not ashamed of how he felt or who he felt it for.

"Yes. She and Letant were together to begin with, and I am fortunate enough to be a candidate for the position of their third. I won't be so rude as to presume to speak for her, but for my part, I do love her, yes."

S'Talon practically beamed at him.

"I have no doubt she adores you. I remember how smitten you were with T'Shara. I see just as much light in your eyes...just as much pride as there was when you spoke of her." The Romulan Captain stood and walked around his desk. "She must truly be a marvel to have caught your attention so fully. I look forward to meeting her when we arrive at the station."

"Don't go getting any ideas. I know how charming you can be toward women you find exceptional," Hiren chastised playfully, but S'Talon placed a solemn hand over his heart.

"I am fond of the fairer sex, but you know I would never abscond with a friend's lover. She's yours, you are hers, and I would never dream of coming between you. I'll be on my best behavior, I swear it," the Riov vowed. "I would, however, like to befriend her, if you're comfortable with that."

"I do not choose my lover's companions for her. If she wishes to count you among her friends, I would never stand in your way."

A moment's comfortable silenced passed between the two, and as he leaned back against the desk, S'Talon smiled.

"Have you imagined it? What you'll do once you marry her, I mean?"

"She might not have me–"

"Oh, she'll have you, old friend, I'm certain of it. Now, tell me," the Riov continued, "where have your daydreams taken you when you think of her? You will undoubtedly be the most powerful triad in the entirety of the Empire, but have you given any thought to where you'll live? Your family estate is quite large, as is Letant's, but the Praetor's Palace would obviously have enough space, should you choose to reside there..."

Hiren couldn't help but laugh at his friend's enthusiasm, allowing his infectious joy to flow through him.

"You give me far too much credit, Tal. She's Human. She may not...well, it might be that she is not made for a triad. Who knows? I might make some monumental mistake that costs me her love, or I might simply be too old once she stops to consider the age difference." Hiren gave voice to the fears that had rolled around in his head since her departure from their home planet. He'd told Letant his concerns and had received reassurance in return, but Hiren wanted S'Talon's counsel, as well.

"I cannot pretend to know her mind," the Riov began, "but I do know yours. You are an excellent judge of character. You would not have chosen someone so fickle. I would wager my best bottle of kali-fal that your fears - while completely valid and normal - lack real foundation. She will have you, my dear old friend, and she will not let you go once she does."

Hiren nodded his head, rolling his shoulders as if to banish some of his tension from his frame.

"Would you do me a small favor once we reach the station?" The Praetor has no doubt that he was about to sound even more ridiculous, but he was beyond caring. "Would you...sketch her for me? I'd be happy to pay you. Nothing too elaborate, and she doesn't have to know, it's just..."

He trailed off, unable to think how best to describe his emotions, but Tal just smiled.

"Of course. It would be my honor." The Riov murmured, but he frowned a little. "You know I'd never charge you for that. I would, however, like to know how you met her."

A smile stretched the Praetor's lips as he thought back to that night.

--

Letant lay in bed that night content to hold his mate close as his thoughts whirled in his head behind a carefully constructed barrier. He didn't want them bleeding across the telepathic bridge between his mind and his lover's. She deserved sleep that wasn't interrupted by his guilt.

Was he doing the right thing keeping this from her? But surely, if it was to keep her safe, she'd understand.

Elements, if this involved anyone but her, he'd have no trouble justifying his actions. He'd been a great strategist - he still was - so why was this causing him so much discomfort? He knew that the pain she'd feel would be temporary...that it would all be resolved in a matter of days once it began and that the three of them would live quite happily afterwards, but...

Damn him, the thought of causing her even a moment's pain made him want to wake her, drop to his knees, and plead for her forgiveness. He wanted to tell her everything, but he knew that doing so would endanger her life.

That he could not abide. Her life was much more valuable to him than his comfort, and though she may rage at him later, he was reasonably certain that they could work through any problems together.

She stretched in his arms and nuzzled even farther into Letant's embrace. Precious girl. She murmured something nonsensical in her sleep, and the Senator held her just a bit tighter as he kissed her forehead.

Allowing his mind to brush against hers, he watched her dreams like a holo-vid until he finally dropped into a mostly-peaceful sleep in her arms.

~*~*~

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[acciomjolnir]

Hey friends.

I'm out of steam.

Whatever energy I might have had for the HP fandom is gone. Between Baldur's Gate 3 eating my brain and Dragon Age: The Veilguard coming on Halloween, my OG fandoms are popping off. I can't muster up any writing mojo for anything Potterversey, and honestly, I've been having a very hard time continuing on in the Potterverse as a whole while JKR has been making international headlines oppressing trans people with her money in the UK and casting aspersions on successful Olympians because she's scared of brown people just as much as she's scared of trans people. The "I don't give her my money" angle doesn't really work when she has more money than God and uses it to perpetuate oppression and hate.

So I've hidden my WIPs, and I'm leaving my completed works locked to AO3 users only, and I'm going ahead and calling the game for now. AccioMjolnir is inherently tied to this universe. The jargon is in the handle. But I don't want my other fandom works attached to it.

Is this a retirement or just a hiatus? I can't tell you.

What I CAN tell you is that I have 500 little Dragon Age plot bunnies and another 500 Baldur's Gate plot bunnies, multiple playthroughs in each, and a barrelful of hype for what's about to drop on me.

(and none for Harry Potter, byeeeeee)

Anyway, I know I can't control what fandom does, but I can at least state my wishes for my works while I toddle back to Bag End and assume a new, non-wizarding ao3 handle for non-HP works. I'll start from scratch, sure. But I don't mind. It's kind of freeing.

Do not pick up where I left off on an unfinished work. Whether I come back to it in a week, a month, a year, or never, I do not give permission for continuations/completions. These are my stories. Write your own.

Do not involve my works in anything that involves exchanging money, and do not silo it off into walled gardens. Fandom should be free. My work is on AO3. There is no need for petty tyrants to hoard the epub in their facebook groups. There is no need for you to hold a hardbound copy in your hands. I wrote it because there was a story I wanted to read that I didn't see out there yet. And then I shared it because I thought maybe someone else would want to see it. That's really all.

Register for AO3. Get yourself a login if you don't have one. People out there have invites. Fanfiction authors do all of this for free. Hours of writing, editing, planning, shooting from the hip, writing half drunk or high, whatever we do, we're doing it in our own time for the joy of it. We're sharing our love of this fandom with you. Please, please drop us a thank you now and then. We give stories because we love them, and we love to share them.

Last but not least, love each other, be kind to each other. We're all humans at our computers, and most of us are trying our best. Ask yourself if it's really worth it to get into a beef with some other human at some other computer. Usually the answer is no.

See y'all in Faerûn. Or maybe in Thedas. And I'll still be around on Discord, so if you see me, say hello.

[97keanu]

high asf rn wondering what keke characters would be fun to smoke with. neo and ted are in my dream blunt rotation lmao

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ omg wait let me get into this real quick, as a crusty stoner myself, I love this idea (nsfw of the top 5 below)

CW: drug use obvi, aggressive sex, bdsm, choking/spanking/slapping, some dub-ish con, degradation.

So obviously Ted would be the ideal candidate for a smoke sess. Expect the vibes to be extremely chill, likely watching a comedy or feel good movie, he's already set up with the snacks and if not, he loves taking a high walk with you down to the corner store to obtain such things.

Ted also loves high sex, he loves taking his time with you and giving as much as receiving (likely even giving more tbhhh...) He is the type to cuddle his way into sex, somehow you two go from spooning and watching harold and kumar, to him pulling you on top and you grinding yourself all over his cock through his jeans. He likes when you two take things slow, really enjoying the high and each other. He may even be open to sharing you with Bill if that's something you're also open to 🤭

Now, Neo however would be a whole different vibe. He gets high then starts getting extremely deep. What starts out chill very quickly turns into his conspiracy theories and how he's plotting to secretly over throw the government. The good news is he is not immune to the high horniness, and with a few well placed kisses, he's like putty in your hands. He quickly forgets all the crazy ideas he was on, and instead is more focused on how he can get you to sit on his face as soon as possible. I also think he is just as likely to Dom as he is to Sub while high. He may get too high and need you to take control, riding him and using him however you want. He may also find himself suddenly feeling bold enough to finally try that fantasy he always wanted to (maybe it's just me but I see his dom tendencies to be very rough in style, like, I need him making reader a rope bunny, taming a high, bratty reader, choking/slapping/spanking(his high mind is fascinated by how red he can make your cheeks.), using your whole body up as much as he can, degradation mixed with praise when you're a good little slut for him <3 (he's such a perv he likely even gets off on the fact that he feels like he can use you as he pleases while you're so high you can hardly fight back.) 😩)

I personally think both J.W. and J.C. would not be likely to get high with you (J.C. gives me drunk sex vibes for sure tho :3c) but I do think J.W. would take care of your every need (and I mean EVERY need) while you're high. He puts on a movie you enjoy so you don't get anxious, he talks to you sweetly, running his hands through your hair while you enjoy your high and relax. That doesn't mean you two won't have slow and relaxed couch sex while J.W. take over when you can't(expect some service top!J.W. who lays you down on the couch and pleases you until your a twitching moaning mess <3).

Meanwhile J.C. would be more likely to tease you relentlessly and not give you what you so desperately need until you're begging him. He has you all riled up, and you can't tell if you love him or hate him, and he doesn't let up on his mean and grumpy tendencies just because you're intoxicated. He is more than likely to make you work for it, making you grind on his thigh while degrading you for being such a horny slut that can't help herself. I could also see him into using some slaps across the face just to see those pretty little tears of yours well up while he tells you you're not allowed to cum yet, but it's so hard when he's bringing you so close and your body wants it so badly...

With all that in mind, I'm also going to say fully realized Demon!Kevin is going to do SUCHHHH dirty things to you when you two smoke. I would even bet that with his love of vices, he gets you both high in an effort to make sex better, and it would be SENSUAL as all hell. He is shotgunning the smoke into your mouth, he's taking it slow, he's not afraid of breaking out leather whips and toys to really draw out the fun. I'm sure he would love to tie reader up as well, making sure youre helpless for him, and then he can enact his real plan, which is to edge you and overstimulate you until the neighbors are worried for what's going on next door. He likely uses toys as well as his own cock and hands to spice things up, expect vibrators, nipple clamps, ball gags, the whole lot to be used on your so easily manipulated body. And you're like putty in his hands for the whole thing. What makes Kevin so fun is he makes sure to use the first half of the high to completely fuck you out of your mind, until your entire body feels light and fuzzy, and then uses the later half to clean you up and cuddle, whispering sweet things into your ear and catering to your non sexual needs now instead. As much as he can be a bdsm dom he also is extremely well versed in aftercare <3.

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳Thank you so much for this ask, sorry it took so long to get to!

[pinesfamilyguidetotheweird]

Recently, I've started watching a short anime called Night Head 2041, which is a reboot of Night Head Genesis (which was an anime adaption of a 1992 Japanese tv drama called Night Head...which I can't seem to find T.T), which I've also seen. To make a long story short, and without spoiling anything, its about a pair of brothers (not twins; just wanted to clarify) with psychic powers taken away from their parents and trying to navigate in a world not accepting to the supernatural.

Along with this, I've played games Control (a game inspired by the SCP Foundation; which I've finished the main game and is playing the Foundation DLC), the Medium (kinda stuck at a second stealth escape from the main antagonist; I'm shit at stealth), and a little bit of Beyond Two Souls...

All of this kinda gave me inspiration for a new AU where the characters connected to the Cosmic Zodiac have/are born with psychic/psionic powers. They, along with other anomalies, are taken to a facility that wishes to monitor them and help them keep their powers in check.

I'm gonna call the fic 'As Above, So Below' and for good reason. Reasons that I won't divulge cuz spoilers. I am in the process of planning it out and it is definitely my hyperfixation right now.

As for Cipher's Will, and I may be sounding like a broken record at this point and I apologize (I'm annoyed with myself and done with my own bullshitery too), I've finally thought of something much better when I decided to get rid of a lot of plot bunnies. Plus, an actual fucking plot. Whoo-hoo! And it's honestly thanks to the creation of an OC.

I am...kinda wondering if I want to make As Above, So Below a crossover this time around...but, I'm not quite sure yet.

Like how I've been wanting to add the Owl House, Amphibia, and maybe even Steven Universe characters in previous fics (what is wrong with me?) and, really, thanks to the nature of the facility (which is kinda like the Oldest House in Control), I can see these characters being in it. Just not sure of their roles yet.

Probably the best course of action would be to just keep the focus on the Pines until something happens because...well, I can say that the start of the story isn't even at the facility and is mainly focused on Dipper and Mabel.

[amberlide]

Writer interview game

Since I've been tagged twice it's time to answer the questions ^^ Thank you so much to the lovely @thefeatherwrites and @cherryblossom0805 for the tag! (I'm honoured to be one of your favourite writers) <3

Here's my answers :)

When did you start writing?

I was 13 and I was already writing long original novels (bad ones, very bad ones). I only started writing fanfictions in English in 2023 to improve my writing and meet new people :)

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

Detective novels! I love a good mystery and a good puzzle to solve, but I can't write it. I tried for the HL mod, and it was fun! But too much of a headache XD

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

No, there is not. I don't like to compare myself or be compared. I would like to develop my own style independently ^^

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

A comfortable chair, a desk, my Mac (Goldie) and some snacks. Sometimes a bit of music. I love writing next to the windows and checking the time as it passes.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

I don't have a muse. I have a mouse >.<" It runs everywhere, making an utter mess and summoning plot bunnies. I don't recommend it. My stories come as they please...

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Plants for sure, first love and teens. I love writing about first loves, the very first time when you realize you have feelings for someone else, love confessions and first kisses as well. All slow-burning of course! I've been writing for almost 20 years, no stop. What surprises me is how the same themes can be written in so many different scenarios, and I'm amazed at how unique each one turns out. I'm not bored yet ^^

What is your reason for writing?

It's an obsession I cannot control. Whenever I take a break, I get more ideas I have to write down :/ But in general, I love creating characters and putting them into situations, the feeling of unwinding a plot and seeing where it goes is the best ever. And of course I write to re-read my own work!

Is their any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

I got a comment from someone telling me how much my writing was important to them. They read my work to find peace during stressful times. I break down crying every time I re-read it. The idea of helping someone forget their worries, even for a brief moment through my silly work, is the best compliment I could ever receive. I always try to write light and silly, fluffy stuff that lighten my mood :)

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

That I'm the simplest and shyest person there is. Despite what I write and how I come out sometimes, I'm just someone who wants to connect and make friends. People who took the time to know me, are the most cherished ones :)

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

They say I'm good at creating tension and disrupting it with a joke or a funny moment. I write relatable characters, mostly OCs and they feel real and grounded, their feelings and fears feel compelling and relatable. I love when people say they can feel how much effort I put into writing them.

How do you feel about your own writing?

Let's be honest here, as ESL I cannot compare to first-language writers, I suck. I'm nowhere where I want to be. I started writing in English to improve because someone had the brilliant idea to destroy my work piece by piece. I'm still recovering, but I'll get where I want to be, eventually ;) I tag @snowivyimconfusi because I'm too curious ^^ (no pressure honey!)

[envythemouse]

This plot bunny has been hopping around my head for months now

Sam de-ages himself to get Castiel and Dean together but ends up liking being their little Sammy a bit too much.

When they finally get together Sam doesn't really want to change back to his grown-up self, because he's never been so happy before and he loves being close to Cas and Dean.

So basically...

Sam wants his brother and angel to date so both of them can be happy.

He devises a plan to get them together.

De-aging himself is the solution, obviously.

Cas and Dean don't know that Sam has all his adult memories.

Sammy finally gets to be a child and be free all while performing his masterplan.

Dean has always been Sammy's daddy dearest and so when Sammy meets Cas he asks "Are you my new mommy?"

Yes, they're parents now. (Until they find a way to change Sam back of course.)

Even though Sam has his memories, he feels much more sensitive than usual and has difficulties controlling his emotions.

e.g. He starts crying when he trips.

Sammy having a nightmare and asking to sleep in bed with Dean like usual, asking confusingly why Cas isn't going to bed with them -> our little boy deserves to be sandwiched by Destiel <3

Sammy not liking salads anymore and sitting in Dean's or Cas' lap when eating because he can't get high enough to eat properly and needs to be spoonfed.

Dean enjoys spoiling Sammy in ways he couldn't before because they didn't have a lot of money back then or a proper home.

Dean missed seeing his brother so happy and carefree.

Castiel sees Sam's soul getting brighter everyday and finally healing.

Sam gets to ask Cas all the questions he always wanted to ask, but didn't have the courage for: "Dean says you're an angel, does that mean you can fly? Where is heaven? Are your wings white? Can I touch them? Do angels marry? Can you heal people? Does it hurt when you lose feathers??"

Dean calls Sam baby and Sam loves that even though he didn't when he was little the first time, Dean notices and wonders why it doesn't bother Sammy anymore.

Eventually Cas and Dean get together but by then Sammy doesn't really want to be big again because he doesn't want to stop being loved by his parents Cas and Dean.

Dean catches on to what's going on and together they all find a solution everyone is happy with, can be anything: Sammy growing up all over again the normal way, turning him back to his adult self but still caring for him and spending time together, having a magical ring so he can change his age at will in case they're on a hunt or there is an emergency... just anything happy.

Sorry, I have a very soft spot for Cas and Dean being parental towards Sam. You have no idea.