#i know it isnt an attack at me but it feels like im doing something wrong or not playing him well enough or just not making him PERSON enou

[puppppppppy]

AND I MET THE CHANGE GOD TOO. OKAY. COOL OKAY

[tremendously-crazy]

"i'm sorry i committed the crime of being born this way," says michael, fourteen year old cisgender heterosexual male after a teenage girl says she'd pick the bear

[girlboytroylougferd]

ive nevef felt bad or odd or strange in my life and i never make anyone feel like its their fault that im upset and ive never said anything wrong or bad in my life trust!

[snekdood]

i really try to understand why my fellow progressives are so avoidant of actually introspecting on why they think its still cool to bully. im sorry but thats just an inherently conservative thing to want to do.

[batsing]

I feel so fucking awful rn hhrnfh

[cambrianera]

i dont wanna do this therapy hw man this shit is so stupid

[ivysprophecy]

please please please

word count; 1644

summary; turning off your phone and shutting out the world isnt the best way to handle your problems but its what you do. and jjs had enough of it.

warnings; i dont think there is any? mentions of anxiety attacks? tagging @murdockcastleslut @kimoralov3 @arkofblake

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"well hey there stranger"

i turn from my book to look behind me, seeing the boy id been actively avoiding for the past two days. carrying his surf board.

i shouldve remembered he'd come here to surf. i just wouldn't have guessed this early in the morning.

"hey jayj."

"oh thats all i get? 'hey'? no 'i miss you so much'?" he sets his board in the sand taking a seat next to me on my blanket.

guess im not finishing my book today. "oh my god jj! youre here! ive been dyingggg to talk to you! i cant believe youre really in here in the flesh! there. better?"

"oh dont be like that- cmon mama whatd i do?" i feel bad with the genuine concern on his face.

okay was ghosting him out of nowhere awful of me? probably. i just didnt know what else to do.

after that night at the bonfire i realized that with my feelings for him growing it wasnt a good idea for us to continue our casual... something. it played with both our emotions. it isnt fair to either of us.

especially after his 'i love you'. that really did it in for me.

"you didnt do anything jj. trust. i just... ive been in a funk. needed some me time thats all."

"well... do you still need your 'me time'?" he looked so hopeful. how could i say yes? where jj maybank is concerned ill easily fold every time. "cause you havent answered my texts so i couldn't ask you to surf with me this morning."

"... i dont have my board. but i suppose i can hang out with you for a little while."

"im honored," he smiles laying back on his elbows, "but really. are you good? i like to think i know you pretty well and this whole MIA thing was not normal."

turning to face him more, i sigh, what the fuck am i supposed to say? 'yea im just so in love with you i cant be around you' yea that would go over really well.

"i dont know. just gotta lot of stuff goin on. you dont have to worry though. im good."

"well do ya wanna talk about it?"

"trust me jay you dont wanna hear about my problems. theyre trivial at best."

"what are friends for if not for listening?" he nudges me with his shoulder urging me to talk. i really dont think i can do this. i was not prepared.

"youre not a very good listener," i point out, to which he immediately takes faux offense. jaw dropped and everything.

"oh thats just not true! i can listen!"

i run a hand through my tangled hair in frustration. this cannot be how i tell him. it just cant. i came here to get away from thinking about this and now hes right here in front of me acting so unserious while im spiraling.

"jj i really appreciate how eager you are to help me but its really not necessary. i didnt really prepare myself and its just too much-"

"prepare yourself? mama what the fuck are you talking about? does this have to do with that night after the bonfire? i mean obviously it does who am i kidding you havent talked to me since then. did i do something wrong? was- was it bad?" he leans in closer, lowering his voice thats laced with worry and guilt.

oh my god that is the absolute last thing i expected him to say. shit i really fucked this up. and honestly just not true.

"what? no! no jj you didnt do anything wrong and it was perfect. promise," i try to reassure him but i know deep down hes gonna over think this whole thing if i dont tell him straight up

i may love him but i never said he was the brightest in the bunch.

"okay so whats the problem?"

"the problem is that it was perfect," i cant help but let out a sigh before hiding my face in my hands as the words leave my mouth.

god my heart is racing, im not ready for this conversation. maybe if i pass out i wont have to. yea if he has to call an ambulance then we can avoid this all together. but an ambulance is also like five grand so...

shit.

"... youre mad at me because you had a good time?" his face contorted in a weird fixture of confusion.

"no! no- god youre so dense sometimes!"

"mama i dont have a fucking clue what youre saying! how does that make me stupid??"

i hide my face in my hands again trying to compose myself because what the fuck kind of confession is this?

"jj im avoiding you because ive been developing feelings for you and i cannot in good conscience keep being so casual with you and sleeping with you knowing this and i know that you do not want anything serious so i figured id just make it easier for the both of us and just take myself out of the situation entirely so that nothing bad happens and i cannot stop fucking talking so please for the love of god say something or do something because i feel like my heart is about to beat out of my chest and-"

oh my god im getting my book moment. he just kissed me to make me stop talking!!! oh my god hes kissing me.

is this where i kiss him back?

of course i kiss him back!! what the fuck!!? and oh my lord does it feel nice, so so so nice.

the way his tongue presses against mine, the way he cups my jaw and pulls me close to him. it was slow and confident and loving and everything he knows i like. his hands find my hips like muscle memory, pulling our bodies together, eventually having me on his lap. where he takes my hands and places them on his chest so i can feel his chest rise and fall with deep breaths.

“… mama you need to learn to breathe.”

“that’s not funny right now jj. im actively having an anxiety attack, horrible thing to say really."

"what're you so anxious about? i think we're havin' a pretty calm conversation, dont you?"

"i mean yea- but thats not-" he interrupts me while shaking his head with a shrug.

"listen, i get why youre a little nervous to say that, all things considered. but i thought it was pretty obvious i was into you, i just didnt wanna push you because you made your boundaries clear so i just took what i could get."

my eyes bug out of my head in shock. am i the dense one? i mean yea hes a really good kisser and i can feel he cares deeply about me when we do stuff and makes me feel safe and supported but that doesnt mean-

yea im stupid. he all but outright said it. actually he has. thats what started this panic.

"... okay yea- maybe. but you agreed they were a good idea so i figured that meant you wanted them there too. and i dont know- it just kind of got overwhelming and i didnt wanna be one of those girls who expects something huge after sex so... you know what i mean? and truthfully youre not what i expected for me."

"what does that mean?" his face showed a little offense.

"i just mean- ya know. for one i didnt expect to love my best friend. and then on top of that i didnt think id love a guy who was a treasure hunting, or- adrenaline junkie i should say."

he leans back putting some space between us, "is that supposed to be a bad thing?

"no! no jay im not saying this right- i-... youre a fighter and youre adventurous- a lot of things im not. if that makes sense. all im sayin is a few years ago i wouldnt have expected to be here. but i like it here. love it here even," i smile at him teasingly trying to ease his worries. the last thing i need is to say the wrong thing right now.

"so what youre saying is that you love me?"

"youre such an idiot."

'but do ya? because i think you do mama."

i roll my eyes chuckling, "yea. yea i do maybank," i press a small kiss to his cheek leaning back into him.

"does this mean youll let me make you a maybank mama?" his eyebrow was quirked up as he teases his question.

"lets not get ahead of ourselves. how about we take this slow?"

he looks down at my button up shirt i was wearing over my bikini to shield me from the ocean breeze, and i could tell he was debating taking it off of me. giving me that same look he always does.

"slow? mama i dont think we're gonna be too good at that."

"all 'm sayin is we dont have to jump the gun, we both admitted it, doesnt mean we gotta change the way we act or announce it or nothing. we can just enjoy this ourselves ya know?"

"you embarrassed of me mama?"

"not at all baby, just want you all to myself. is that too much to ask for?"

he shakes his head leaning up against me, our faces inches apart, "nah i dont think so. i like the sound of that."

i meet him the rest of the way pressing his lips to mine, smiling into it. pulling him as close as humanly possible. i need him under mind skin, in my blood, you know?

"i do too, so we agree? we'll keep this between us for now?"

"whatever you want mama. yes maam."

[puppppppppy]

this could just be "gatekeeping but im being really polite abt it" but. its less abt thinking only certain ppl should be allowed in, and more like i dont wanna open a pandoras box that makes it difficult for everyone to have fun. shrugs

i wanna post my skip to loafer art but i cant do it knowing ppl are gonna put it on tiktok and pinterest bc itd be like. bringing an invasive species ykwim

[carbonfiction]

Soundless somethings

When logan comes home one day to absolute silence throughout your home, he knows something isnt right. He further cements that when he finds you tucked up in bed, struggling with a migraine attack.

This is something a little different for me; fluff not always being my strongest suit. But as a livelong chronic migraine suffering girlie, im always searching for comfort. This was completely self indulgent and i threw it at the wall (notes app) in the midst of getting over this very scenario. i figured I'd share in case theres anyone out there that needs some comfort the way i did when this came to be. <33

Warnings?: mention of migraine attacks, mentions of taking pills/medication, mentions of nausea (but no vomit), Logan being a sweet sweet man, Overall just fluff!

Pictured with origins!Logan in mind but feel free to imagine any version!

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Logan could tell something was off the moment he stepped through the door. the lights are off, all the curtains drawn, enveloping the house in pitch darkness despite the earlier hour.

the sound of the tv doesn't play out, nor the usual music that would softly serenade throughout the house. Instead a deafening silence replaces it all.

His steps are quiet despite his weight; rushed yet carefull- calculated- as he treads to find you. He knows your home, the steady beat of your heart hushed in his ears as he strains to listen. He checks the kitchen and then the bathroom but he doesnt find you in either.

Instead, he finds you bundled up in your shared bed, blanket pulled up to your chin, a bag lined trashcan resting on the floor besides your bedside table.

There's a gentle sigh of relief; that your home and safe, as he pads over. A crease wedging its way between his brows as he Looks your bundled frame over. Your expression- that he can see anyway- is pained as he kneels carefully besides the bed. Slow and gentle to not jostle your body as his hands stabilize themselves on the plush mattress. Logan opens his mouth, question poised on his tongue, but you beat him to it.

"Logan?" you croak quietly, eyes squinted open, like the words hurt you to verbalize. In a way, they do.

"Yea baby s' just me." Logan keeps his voice low as he reassures you. His hand gently coming up and over your covered body to rest atop of your forehead and he smiles softly as you try to snuggle into it without much movement; his palm feeling cool and reliving from his time outside against your skin . "What's goin on hm? M' girl not feeling good?"

"Mhm" you hum back, eyelids falling shut again to block out the dimmed light. "'nother migraine attack".

Ah.. So that explains the quiet darkness filling, what is usually, your bustling home.

"Have you taken your pills baby?" Logan enquires with a sigh, voice low and careful to not hurt your head further as he stands as quiet as he can- save for the clicking of his knees that you'd usually tease him about- instead he finds himself apologizing.

Logan knows how bad these attacks can get, how they can range from a dull ache behind your eyes to a debilitating thump that pains every movement. That the trashcan besides your side of the bed often has a second purpose; for the days when you physically cannot move for the pain and nausea.

He knows how, when these attacks happen, even the quietest noise can make you unconsciously flinch in pain. That sometimes even the sound of your own heartbeat worsens the matching throb in your head. It breaks part of his heart every time, seeing you struggling so hard in your own body, but he'll do anything, often wordlessly to ensure you get through each attack supported with anything you need.

"Took em' earlier.. Didn't help much" you mumble, hushed and so sadly it makes logans heart clench in his broad chest. You hear logans steps retreat from the room, and you shift fractionally in bed. The movement deliberately slow as to not highten the nausea that floats over you in waves.

Tugging the cool side of one of logans pillows atop of your forehead, Its just enough to cover your eyes; to stop any extra brightness breaching your eyelids. The scent of him embedded in the fabric is comforting; but you find yourself thankful for the way it slightly muffles sound too as you listen to logan rooting around in the kitchen.

You know he's trying his best- he always does- his large heavy hands delicately struggling to maneuver around items much smaller. You just barley catch the muttered way he swears to himself as he grabs a glass out, accidentally clinking it next to another other, to fill with cold water.

When logan comes back he does so with his arms full. in one a condensation covered glass filled with water, crisp and cool from the fridge. The other is pressed to his chest and holds a box of crackers- simple and plain- and a packaged strip of ginger cookies to settle your stomach; your medicine carton then sitting atop of both.

You crack an eye at the sound of the packets as he places them down on the bed; apologizing for the rustling as you whimper. The idea of food not being over appetizing in your current state.

logan hides a smile, knowing and apologetic, seeing the grimace that rests on your lips.. "I know baby, i know.." he hushes gently, as he carefully sits himself beside you, dipping the bed as it groans. "but we gotta get something in your stomach before your next meds, y'know that."

You whimper again, pained and utterly miserable because you know hes right. You do need to eat before your next dose; otherwise you know it'll make the nausea worse. He sighs softly again as you whine, helping you rest up against the headboard.

The throb in your skull is louder as you sit straight, your eyes fully open now. the room is dimmed but light still filters golden through the fabric of the curtains. You make a mental note to purchase some blackouts when you feel more yourself.

Theres silence then, as logan watches your every move, occasionally handing you another cracker or cookie depending on what you mumble for. By the third cracker and second cookie a small protesting sound passes your lips, nausea flooding your bloodstream mid bite. Logan's hand finds your back, rubbing up and down softly hushing you through the wave, also ready to grab the trashcan if you need it.

"Just a couple more bites baby, you can do it.." he pushes quietly after a while of helping you steady your breath; urging you to just finish the last half of the ginger cookie sat in your hand. He grins slightly when you continue, bites small and almost sheepish as he places a kiss on your head before muttering into your hair "yea there you go. Good girl, proud of you baby."

For a while then, theres no movement; you sitting against the headboard and him resting besides you. His hand rubbing soothing shapes on your back.

Theres a panicked noise when he shifts, your fingers grasping at his shirt, but like always, Logans quick to reassure you. "Shh s' okay, just grabbing your pills, m' not goin anywhere, Promise"

You hum gingerly in understanding as his free arm reaches to the table, pulling your medicine packet into his lap before stretching again for the water.

You grimace, fingers wrapping around the glass as you bring it up to your forehead, resting it against your warm skin. Its cool and damp against you, making a sound of delight slip from your throat. Logan smiles at it, un-popping the little pills and handing you the correct dose.

He helps tip your head back, his hand resting over yours on the glass, guiding and gentle. Once swallowed he praises you again; lips pressing feather light kisses against your temple when you shift closer to his body.

"Love you lo" he just manages to hear you mumble into his neck. Your tone is still slightly sad; no doubt filled with fatigue as he helps you rest comfortable atop of him, head resting in the crook of his neck.

Usually you'd giggle at the tickle of his facial hair against your skin but for now you settle for an amused huff; too pained for laughter as you nuzzle closer to his scent with your fingers still tangled in the fabric of his shirt. akin to how a child clutches a stuffed toy.

"Love you too baby.." he replies softly, palm coming to rest under your- his- shirt. He smiles, heart stuttering in his chest at the feeling of your lashes fluttering shut. His cool hand soothing up and down your spine until he feels your breathing slow. Soft snores falling from your lips as his motions never cease. "Now, get that pretty little head to snoozin' hm?"

lemme know whatcha think? is fluff something you'd like to see more of?? bc i actually really enjoyed creating this <333

[kindestofkings]

what came first, the chicken or the dickhead?

[smau]

f1driver!reader x lando norris (eventually, friends to lovers ofc)

authors note: this is so dramatic and for what! sorry to pierre for making you the villian, and lets pretend ferrari isnt as shit as it currently is! lol enjoy, would love to know what you think <333

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yourusername tough day in the office today, mexico '22 is just not to be I guess. As always a learning curve and we will grow from todays DNF 😞

See you soon Brazil !!

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ynfan1 we are still so proud of you! keep pushing 👍

f1fan this is literally what you get for trying to compete in a MALE sport

f1fan2 fr she's bringing down pierre and the team f1fan3 too emotional for the big leagues ynfan2 stfu you do realise your favourite MALE drivers dnf all the time aswell

alphataurif1 we come back stronger!!

yourusername 👊👊

alex_albon lily is wondering would going for ice cream cheer you up?

yourusername I love her, yes please 🥹 landonorris I'm coming yourusername nuh huh its for us pointless drivers! landonorris come on it was only 2..

f1fan4 lando norizz trying to make it a double date lollll

f1fan5 bro chill these two have been friends since literal birth

alphataurif1

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alphataurif1 the difference 2 weeks can make! our girl yourusername is starting pole position on sunday here in brazil 🔥

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yourusername woohoo roll on sunday!!

ynfan1 go bestie go !

ynfan2 AT moving up💪

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yourusername great work achieved today, the car and track felt good. hopefully we can convert this position into some points to finish of the season on a high, all we need is team work on the track (and for max's alarm to not go off so he misses the race 😀)

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maxverstappen1 why the personal attack

yourusername WHY do you have to win every week, surely you are bored by it by now ... charles_leclerc I agree, maybe take a week off? f1fan2 hahah these two i'm obsessed

landonorris please do well but not TOO well, just stay behind me 👍

yourusername and look at your ass all race? hard pass

ynfan1 that mention of teamwork is a lil suss...

ynfan2 not really?? it is a team sport ynfan1 yeah but do you not find it weird how unfriendly yourusername and pierregasly are, despite them being on the same team? f1fan tbf I have always noticed how forced their videos are together. and they dont even follow each other

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yourusername lollll ruining my career one interview at a time, but at least we hit the clubs looking fire 🔥

p.s. I stand by what I've said I only have apologies for two people 1) my pr manager (who I dont pay enough for this) and 2) charles for linking your name to this hot mess!

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landonorris it's so great being the unproblematic one 😎

yourusername does mcclaren need another golden driver from bristol??? I fear im out of a seat soon .. ynfan1 this is so sad you are way to talented of a driver to be out of a suit

charles_leclerc No worries 😅 Just make sure you buy me dinner next time before dragging me into the chaos. 🍽️🤷‍♂️

yourusername you got it prince of monaco! f1fan2 PLEASE PLEASE DATE ynfan2 ewww no her and lando are so so in love they're just too blind and stupid

danielricciardo absolute legend behaviour mate!!

yourusername learning from the best danny ric 😎

alphataurif1 and yourusername

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alphataurif1 From grid battles to glory laps! 🏁✨ Our unstoppable driver just clinched her FIRST WIN at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix! 🏆 Watch out, world – she's rewriting the history books and leaving her mark on the track. 🚀🌟

#AlphaQueen #AbuDhabiWinner

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danielricciardo What a race! Big congrats, yourusername. That first win feeling is something else! Enjoy every moment!

alex_albon: absolutely smashed it! huge congratulations on your first win!

carlossainz55 felicidades!!

susie_wolff: breaking barriers and making history! huge congratulations on your first win!

yourusername AHHHHH I CANT BELIEVE IT ! I LOVE YOU TEAM !!

ynfan1 lando where is your congrats you are slippinnn!!

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landonorris I've never been this happy to lose, but it's pretty cool seeing your best friend win in her rookie year. EVEN if she beaten me to it 😞

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yourusername LANDOOOO you are a the bestest friend ever

yourusername would not have gotten here with out you, my partner in crime <3

ynfan1 best friend?? y'all are still so blind

f1fan everytime you call her your best friend you reaffirm the lando NORIZZ name

danielricciardo facts alex_albon facts carlossainz55 facts charles_leclerc facts yukitsunoda0511 facts maxverstappen1 facts landonorris CAN YOU SHUT UP

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scuderiaferrari oh we thought we should just let you know our driver line up for 2023 👀 say hello to the dynamic addition to the Ferrari family, the wonderfully feisty yourusername! get ready for a season full of speed, passion, and fierce competition. Welcome to Maranello! 🇮🇹

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ynfan1 HOLY F*CK

susie_wolff wow congrats yourusername!! wishing you all the best !

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charles_leclerc this is going to be incredible! congrats !!

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landonorris slayed 💅

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[wolfwarrior142]

As someone who relates to Rayla on a ton of personal/internal stuff and has actually seen some improvement in my own massive self confidence issues as a result of seeing her try to work through hers (both in this season and previously) and work on trusting people better, I hate that people are saying that bullshit. Oh no, characters who appear strong because of unhealthy coping mechanisms they've learned now learning how to develop more healthy ones. While also becoming close with those around them as a result. Oh no. The humanity. It's so awful to see. Especially in a show that's technically a kids show. And can maybe help kids. The humanity.

I'm glad I haven't actually seen anyone say that personally, cuz thats a very toxic mindset for people to have and I'd get so...annoyed with it. I'd block em immediately for sure cuz no one needs that bullshit.

people watching rayla learning how to trust / let other people help her, which a lack of was her entire fucking problem in arc 1: is this a bad character arc

[lemonyboy97]

Heyyy I like your writing, and I was wondering if you could do like fluff/comfort of like Val, vox, and/or alastor with a reader who gets really socially anxious and shuts down when they get overwhelmed?

Wasnt sure what gender reader was so i did neutral, thank you so much for the ask! I havent gotten one in forever and i was fresh out of inspo ❤️❤️🫂 love you anon! (Also i threw in different relationship dynamics to spice things up and also because i cant imagine alastor being ANYONES 'boyfriend', that man would go from 'close friend and confidant' to 'fiancé')

Pop in and leave me a request on my new blog!

Fiancé!Vox, Boyfriend!Val, Husband!Alastor (seperate) x gn!anxious!reader

Warnings: brief mentions of sadism, anxious reader (obviously), not quite my definition of a panic attack but close to it

(Im going to do some loose headcannons about each of the boiz, then include a oneshot for each of them)

Fiancé!Vox

Headcannons:

I feel like Vox would be the best out of the 3 in this scenario, as he's the least sadistic. Vox is a very protective lover, he's also compassionate and doting (behind closed doors). If Vox notices you (its really a matter of when not if because this man WILL notice) becoming overwhelmed or overstimulated he is gently guiding you away from the crowd to check on you, 'Are you okay?', 'do you want to leave?', 'is there something specific bothering you?' are FAQs (frequently asked questions) His way of dealing with the issue is removing you from the situation altogether- taking you back home, wether thats to your shared apartment or the Vee's headquarters depends on whichevers closest.

Scenario:

You and your fiance, Vox, are at a release event for the newest VoxTech drop. Vox is proudly harping about the newest Tech he’s developed, an even prouder arm around your waist; how could he not be proud with his pretty little love on his arm? (He calls you his ‘pretty little thing’, ‘little love’ no matter your gender or size) He’s so absorbed in his success that at first he doesn't notice the subtle tremble in your hands, or the way you curl into him as if trying to hide, or maybe the way you flinch at the bright camera flashes. But when you let out a barely audible whine Vox immediately turns to you, all ears.

Vox suddenly realizes how overstimulating this all must be; the flashing cameras, the loud and frantic crowd, the music in the background, the shouting, the rowdy demons who are protesting- oh god how could he have been so negligent?

Vox is immediately passing the reins over to Velvette (much to her dismay), and gingerly leading you through the crowd, towards the back door.

“It’s alright, lovely, just through here… There we go…”

His words are gentle, and the hands on your shoulders to guide you are 10x more so. He leads you out the back and to the limo, and once you’re sequestered away inside he just waits- He knows when you’re ready for touch you’ll initiate. He knows that for now, just the knowledge that someone is aware and looking after you is enough to help de-escalate the situation.

“There you go, doll, breathe yeah? In…. Out…. In…. Out… good job, love, doing so well for me”

Boyfriend!Valentino

Headcannons:

Val is definietly more of a 'what do you mean?' Kind of guy, or 'just breathe?', you know? We know from his workers (ahem angeldust ahem) that he isnt the most... understanding with weaknesses and the like. So- while I feel like Val's approach is a bit more 'deal with it by not dealing with it' than Vox's, it is still heartfelt for his wonderful gf/bf/partner. Even if he wont directly address it, Valentino is the type to try and reassure you through touch, wether thats what you need or not, thats what he's got because this man KNOWS he is brash and he doesnt want to make things worse.

Scenario:

You had walked to Valentino's studio to bring him homemade lunch after he was complaining about his imps being 'inconcievably incompetent'. You are now awkwardly standing backstage, out of sight, as he directs a particularily.... raunchy... scene. You are visibly uncomfortable with screams and various sounds of... mixed sensations.. echoing around the set, along with flashing lights and dizzying scents. Altogether they make an array of overstimulating inputs, and after setting down said lunch on a side bench, a pretty note tucked into the lip of the basket, you stumble back outside, trying to catch your breath. Val follows you shortly after, he caught sight of you from across the set.

Valentino carefully sits beside you, pulling you into his side.

"You alright there, babycakes?"

You shakily nod, but Val sees right through you. He sighs and kisses your temple as he absentmindedly rubs your shoulders.

"Thought I warned you 'bout my work hours, baby"

You slowly explain that you just wanted to surprise him with lunch and he smiles, kissing the inside of your wrist.

"Damn, sugar, shoulda started with that, hm? Why don't I pop in and grab it- then we can share it out here while you get your head back on."

Husband!Alastor

Headcanon:

This man. This. MAN. It can go one of two ways depending on where your relationship is with him- but in this you are married so- he would be so attentive- like. You would barely be feeling the 'oh hey, this is a lot' feeling and Al would pick up on it and knight in shining armor you away from it. Alastor just KNOWS. He has like a sixth sense when it comes to you. He is so finitly attuned to every fibre of your being that you cant even hide it from him. He just KNOWS. Like- you're in cannibal town (because be real y'all go on dates there all the time and Rosie adores you) and the children are being rowdy but 'its alright, i can manage-' oh and there's Susan- 'yes susan, we are married- no, no susan you cant see my ring im a bit worried you might try to eat my finger- No, really i insist-' oop and here comes Alastor, scooping you up with a charming grin, Rosie on his heels. 'Come along now darling, our dinner is waiting'

Scenario:

You and Alastor are in the hotels lobby, greeting guests for a party Charlie is throwing to 'encourage the inhabitants', Alastors hand is protectively on the small of your back like always. The arriving demons are a bit rowdy but nothing too bad- the real issue is the howling, rambunctious laughter coming from the bar, poor karoke all but screamed into the low quality microphone (much to Husk's annoyance), flashing strobe lights arouns the room turning the guests pink, green, blue, pink, green, blue, pink, green, blue-

"Dear?"

Careful fingers snap in front of your face- effectively lurching you out of your spiraling thoughts. You swallow thickly and look up at your husband, shaky smile plastered on your lips.

'Yes, Al?'

He frowns as he gaze flits from one eye to the other, then, his mind seemingly made up, he summons his shadow, scoops you up, and shadow travels back to you twos shared room.

"Oh lovely, this certianly wont do"

He dotes on you, rubbing your tense shoulders, kissing the crown of your head, murmuring sweet nothings to your skin as he lays you down in your shared, king bed. And later, once you're half asleep and content in his arms, he lovingly murmurs,

"No more of Charlie's so-called 'parties' for you, my sweet"

A/n: Reblogs are always encouraged and appreciated! And yes i did like my own post. I am very proud of this, i wrote it in one day WHILE (legally) high on loopy pain medicine

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Prince Soma: possibly being the key that causes Ciel to have a conflict with Sebastian?

I don't know if im the first one to notice how Anime!Abberline and manga! Prince Soma have some very striking parallels when it comes to their relationship to O!Ciel, which made me realize a few things.

First of all, I do think that some concepts of season 1 in general do parallel to the manga. Here's an excellent analysis on the topic if you want to dive deeper on that area.

Alright, let's start with me drawing some parallels to make this analysis more digestable, and then explaning how this will theoretically give us a conflict between the demon butler and our petty child.

Basically, Abberline drawing the similarties with our earl due to a shared trauma/tragedy: They both lost their families, but one learned to heal from the event, and the other completely refuses to accept happiness. (guess who's who, lol)

Fundamentally, O!Ciel is creating a hypothetical comparassion: If he hadn't gone through his personal tragedy, then he would've been as naive and innocent as Soma.

Something to consider about this parallel: The narrative in both cases textually highlights the similarities between Ciel and Abberline/Soma.

O!Ciel saying he only needs pawns, and that he has no time to have real emotional connections with people.

O!Ciel saying he uses people as pawns and doesn't see Soma as a friend, he doesn't need him by his side.

Notes to take here:

In both of these instances, o!Ciel refueses to form real human connection.

Both of these convesations spark up due to confrontation about o!Ciel's true intentions and nature.

His face is turned on both scenes/pannels, making us question how genuine o!Ciel's words are.

"Keep your distance from me, or you'll get killed" - Ciel to Abberline, season 1 episode 20

o!Ciel explicitly stating why he kept Prince Soma at arms lenght. He didn't want him and Agni to get hurt/killed in result of their closeness to our earl.

Things to point out:

o!Ciel's entire reason to push people away is because he doesn't want them to get hurt, so his earlier refusal to cut ties with others is due to fear and hestiance to accept love.

Abberline got hurt because of his relationship with o!Ciel, likewise with Soma. Causing our earl to display emotional reactions in both cases, demostrating he does care for the people close to him.

While Abberline ended up dying due to his closeness to our earl, Soma did survive the attack in chapter 125, but a part of him died with Agni as shown in the image below:

Remember when o!Ciel said that he would've turned out like the prince if it weren't for the amount of abuse and grief he went through? Well, isn't it ironic that Soma is turning out exactly like o!Ciel after losing Agni: Turning his back to salvation, his heart longing for revenge after the injustice he was put through.

(I also want to point out, Yana had made a statement that Prince Soma was originally going to die instead of Agni, but changed her mind in respect for Agni's character.)

Now, lets run back to the title of this post:

"You do have a chance to move forward, to build a brand new future for yoursef. Don't ever forget that, promise, you won't." - Abberline, Black Butler season 1, episode 20

Before our dear investigator dies, he states that he wants o!Ciel to open up his world despite his desire for revenge.

How does this connect to Soma's resolve and his relationship to Ciel? Well...

Here, our prince boasts that he wants to become o!Ciel's "Agni." In other words, he wants to provide his friend with love and protection, creating a positive worldview for the earl, who continues to turn away from the light.

It's important to note that this was before Soma thought o!Ciel killed Agni! But of course, I feel like his initiaal intentions to help o!Ciel will come back when he finds out o!Ciel isnt the true killer. (also, Soma now has Agni's powers, so atleast physically, he already has his strenght that he will hopefully use to protect the ones around him.)

So, now what?

Anime!Abberline and Soma having a similar resolve for o!Ciel, as well as their relationship with him. (as if it isn't clear enough, Abberline died protecting o!Ciel, making the earl realize his own life has value).

Prince Soma has his back turned away from the light, and o!Ciel will witness this eventually. I think it's crystal clear that our earl wouldn't want the prince to make this decision, but wouldn't that make him doubt his own quest for revenge?

Circling back to Yana intending for Soma to die, there could be a chace for him to die while becoming o!Ciels "Agni", causing o!Ciel to realize how Soma died protecting him due to love and not bc of revenge, making him question everything about his own resolve??? Plus, if o!Ciel willingly gives his life now, then that would make Soma's sacrifice worthless.

There could be a slight chance, Prince Soma survives this whole ordeal, and completes his mission of protecting o!Ciel without dying. In this hypothetical, he would then decide to florish again and go back to india, which could give o!Ciel a similar relazation that maybe, his life is worth living, just like Soma's.

In the anime, Abberline's sacrifice causes our earl to truly question his contract with Sebastian, as well as his need for revenge.

This causes the demon to feel obvious anger towards his master. And throughout the following episodes, he desperately attempts to make the earl feel hopeless again. (he clearly doesn't want to lose the meal he has been working on for years).

In conclusion:

Theres plenty of textual evidence that Soma and the earl have lots in common, especially now that the prince lost someone and vows to get revenge.

o!Ciel and Soma's relationship with revenge as of now are in a similar stance, but Soma's initial idea of protecting o!Ciel and living for love instead of revenge will come in fruition soon enough.

What would be the point of having glaring obvious parallels, and not taking advantage of them to further create a long awaited conflict between the two main characters, additionally developing them?

Anyways, that's all I have to say folks! I hope you enjoyed my take and please, let me know your thoughts:)

[moonselune]

hiya!! New asker :3 sorry if theres any wording/language mistakes !! (^_^;)

could i request something of the ladies (any of them, all of them, idm, just 3+ ppl), where, they have a fem s/o (tav? Idk, im not sure what to call reader .. english isnt my first language T_T) which was presumed to be human, since they dislike power-based violence/use of magic (for traumatic reasons or whatnot), but, was later on revealed to be a shapeshifter (the thing that turns into animals.. gahh!! Forgive me 〃_ _ i dunno what theyre called either !!!) when they saved the ladies from an attack by transforming into an animal and scaring the perp away with an uncharacteristically hostile like .. maw, at the perps leg?? Or sumthing? I'd imagine the pure look of terror as they see just .. a panther, clawing at some poor bastard like, 'holy shit am i snow white ?? did mother nature heed my call??' Nope! Just a dumbass.

An aftermath to their discovery would be appreciated ( ´∀`) please and thanks >0<

absolutely no worries ! this is such a cute idea !

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Karlach:

The fight started so quickly that you barely had time to think. You were setting up camp with Karlach when a figure emerged from the darkness, sword in hand, lunging straight at her. Karlach jumped to her feet, ready for the fight, but something sharp and panicked sparked within you. You knew Karlach could handle herself, but the instinct to protect her—no matter what it took—overwhelmed your usual caution.

Without even realizing it, you let the magic course through you, body shrinking, limbs compressing, until you found yourself standing on tiny paws. You darted forward, a small, fluffy bundle of fury, right at the attacker’s legs. You clawed and bit at the leather of his boots, making the best use of your tiny form to throw him off-balance. He stumbled, trying to kick you away, but you clung on fiercely, digging your claws in deep, squeaking out tiny sounds of defiance.

Karlach barely noticed at first. She landed a solid punch to his face, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of you—the small, scrappy squirrel clinging to the attacker’s leg, and she let out a surprised laugh. “Well, hello there, little buddy! Didn’t think I’d have a squirrel as backup!”

Just then, Karlach landed her final hit, and the attacker crumpled to the ground, groaning in pain. She turned to you, grinning widely, crouching down with her hands on her knees.

“You little hero!” she cooed, her voice warm. “Look at you, all fierce and… fluffy.”

Realizing that the danger had passed, you backed away from the now-unconscious man and let the magic reverse itself. As the air shimmered around you, you reappeared in your human form, slightly disheveled but with a determined set to your expression.

Karlach’s eyes went wide, and her mouth fell open as she stared at you in astonishment.

“Wait… that was you?” she stammered, looking between you and the spot where the little squirrel had been only seconds before.

You scratched the back of your neck, feeling a little sheepish. “Uh… surprise?” you mumbled, giving her an awkward smile. “I… I didn’t want you getting hurt, so I did the only thing I could think of.”

Karlach blinked, then laughed—a deep, belly laugh that filled the air around you. She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“You little rascal,” she said, still chuckling. “My own little squirrel warrior. Why didn’t you tell me you could do that? I would’ve been showing you off ages ago!”

“I didn’t think it would be that useful,” you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I mean, I can only shift into small animals, nothing intimidating like a bear or a wolf.”

She shook her head, beaming down at you. “Useful? Are you kidding? You were perfect.” She squeezed you a little tighter, resting her chin on top of your head. “Don’t sell yourself short. That was brave, you know? Going all squirrel-savage on a guy for me.”

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling the warmth of her praise settle over you. “Guess I’m just full of surprises.”

She tilted your chin up, eyes sparkling with admiration. “You sure are.” Then she leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, her thumb tracing your cheek. “So, any other critters you can turn into? Or do I have the one and only squirrel hero?”

“Maybe someday,” you replied, grinning. “For now, it’s just the squirrel.”

She chuckled, resting her hand against your shoulder. “Well, I think my little squirrel warrior is perfect just the way they are.”

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Minthara:

Minthara stood strong and unfazed as a towering attacker emerged from the shadows, weapon raised and venomous intent clear in his eyes. You watched from a few paces back, frozen in fear for her—Minthara was capable, powerful, but seeing her in even the slightest amount of danger tightened something sharp in your chest. He slashed at her, and she deflected, but the thought of anything happening to her spurred you into action.

Without thinking, you dropped your staff, heart pounding as you called on your long-buried druidic abilities. In an instant, the world changed as your body shrank, your senses heightening as you shifted into the small, sleek form of a cat. The ground felt different under your paws as you darted forward, hissing with all the fury you could muster.

You latched onto the attacker’s leg, sinking your claws in deep, scratching and biting in a desperate attempt to divert his attention. He yelped in surprise, trying to shake you off, clearly thrown off by the sudden feline attack. You dug your claws deeper, adrenaline fueling your tiny form as you held on with everything you had.

Minthara looked down, her brow furrowed, clearly perplexed by the unexpected interruption. With a swift, well-placed strike, she finally sent the attacker sprawling to the ground, unconscious. She straightened, her gaze falling on you—the small, determined creature still clawing at the man's leg even as he lay motionless.

“Shoo, creature,” she said firmly, as if to dismiss some curious animal drawn to the battle. “I can handle—” Her voice trailed off, realization dawning as she watched the air around you shimmer. You felt the magic pull at you, and a moment later, your body was back to its familiar form, crouched on the ground in front of her.

The astonishment in her eyes made you almost want to shrink back down again. You had always kept this part of yourself hidden, especially since your shapeshifting leaned less toward the ferocious beasts that could protect or terrify and more toward harmless little creatures—those that could help you stay out of harm’s way, not dive headfirst into it. Minthara blinked, taking in the sight of you, and for a rare moment, she was speechless.

“You…” she began slowly, her tone laced with curiosity and something softer. “You are a druid?” She regarded you with a glint of surprise that quickly hardened into a sharper, calculating interest. “And you… you became a cat to protect me?”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, an odd mixture of pride and embarrassment. “I… I couldn’t just stand by and watch you fight alone,” you replied, trying to meet her gaze despite the nervous flutter in your stomach. “I know it wasn’t much, but… it’s all I could do.”

For a long moment, Minthara was silent, her piercing gaze sweeping over you as though reassessing everything she knew about you. Then, a faint, almost amused smirk touched her lips.

“I would have managed,” she said with a hint of smugness, but her eyes betrayed a glimmer of appreciation, maybe even affection. “But to think… my lover is a feline at heart.” Her hand reached out, fingers grazing the back of your neck in a soft, unexpected caress. “A pacifist druid. I never would have guessed.”

Your cheeks heated further, and you stammered slightly, “I, um… I only transform when I have to. I prefer staying out of fights.” Her fingers lingered, gently tracing a line across your shoulder.

“There are ways I understand that, ways I admire it.” Minthara’s gaze softened as she looked at you, her tone dipping to a softer, almost reverent register. “But I’ll admit, seeing you leap in—even in such a… small form—to defend me… it was endearing.” Her voice dropped, a teasing edge creeping in. “Next time, though, perhaps something with fangs? A wolf, perhaps?”

You laughed nervously, “Cats have fangs!”

She raised an eyebrow. “Yes, but they’re so small. I could barely see your claws through his screams.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the relief and joy that bloomed in your chest. Despite the banter, she didn’t seem to see your ability as weakness; if anything, she seemed more amused and intrigued.

“Thank you,” she said softly, surprising you with the sudden earnestness in her tone. Her hand slipped down to clasp yours, fingers intertwining in a rare gesture of tenderness. “Even if it was unnecessary, it was… appreciated.”

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Lae'zel:

It all happened in an instant. You were packing up supplies while Lae'zel scouted ahead, moving with that determined grace she always had, when a cloaked figure burst from the shadows, sword raised and aimed at her. Lae'zel was quick to dodge, moving as naturally into the fight as breathing, but the danger filled you with dread. You were a pacifist, sure, but the thought of Lae'zel getting hurt… there was no question. Without a second thought, you let your magic swell within you, focusing all your energy into shifting forms.

When the air around you settled, you found yourself with long ears, twitching nose, and small, fluffy paws. A rabbit. Perhaps not the fearsome creature to counter a blade-wielding threat, but it didn’t matter. You launched yourself forward, bounding toward the attacker’s leg, biting and scratching as best you could.

Lae'zel had been parrying the figure’s strikes, but she caught sight of you mid-leap and froze, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight. The figure staggered back, yelling as he kicked at his leg to dislodge the 'fearsome rabbit' gnawing at his ankle.

With one smooth strike, Lae'zel spun, knocking the man out cold with the flat of her blade. She let him crumple to the ground, then stood over him with a frown, looking utterly perplexed. Slowly, she crouched down to where you sat, fur fluffed in a mix of adrenaline and nerves. Lae'zel looked at you as though you were a puzzle that had just taken her by surprise.

“Little one… who sent you?” she muttered, inspecting you with a baffled tilt of her head, as if waiting for you to offer some explanation. Her frown deepened, and she glanced around, clearly wondering if some powerful creature of nature had blessed her with a strange, protective animal companion.

With a deep breath, you focused again, and the magic reversed, shifting you back into your own form. Lae'zel’s eyes widened, and her mouth parted in shock.

“You…” Her brow furrowed, and her golden eyes scanned you from head to toe, searching. “You were the rabbit?”

You took a step back, rubbing the back of your neck, feeling uncharacteristically sheepish under her intense gaze. “Uh… yes. It’s a druid thing. I… can only shift into small animals, nothing too ferocious. I… don’t really like fighting.”

She folded her arms over her chest, her lips pressing into a stern line as she studied you, processing this revelation. Then, after a moment, she chuckled—a low, amused sound.

“Of course,” she said, her eyes glinting with unexpected warmth. “I find myself a lover, and they are fierce in heart if not in form.” She stepped closer, her hand rising to cup your cheek, her fingers warm and rough against your skin. “You would risk yourself for me, even if only as a small, inconsequential creature. It is… oddly endearing.”

You laughed, still a bit embarrassed but touched by her words. “Well, I know it’s not much, but I wanted to help, somehow. I just… couldn’t stand by and watch you get hurt.”

She nodded, the proud gleam in her eyes softening slightly. “For all your soft heart, you still have courage, even if it is hidden within a timid form. And here I thought only a mighty beast would protect me,” she teased, her mouth curving into a small smile.

Her hand lingered on your cheek, and you felt a rush of relief and affection. “Thank you for not, um, laughing too much at me.”

She scoffed, though there was a fondness in her gaze that softened her words. “Laugh at you? I find no humor in bravery, no matter how small or soft it may appear. You fight with heart, even in the guise of a rabbit.”

She brushed her thumb over your cheek, then leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Next time, though, I prefer you let me handle the danger. Your place is by my side, not nipping at an enemy’s ankles.”

“I’ll try,” you murmured, letting yourself lean into her touch.

She nodded, her expression resolute. “Good.” Then she paused, looking at you with that intense, unwavering gaze. “But if you must turn into something small, a rabbit is not the worst. Fierce, in your own peculiar way.”

The words were sweet in her own blunt way, and she pulled you close, her hand at the back of your neck. In that moment, you could feel all of her affection, fierce and undiluted, a proud acceptance for every part of you—even your timid rabbit heart.

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Shadowheart:

The ambush was sudden. You’d been picking through supplies while Shadowheart kept watch when a figure sprang out from the shadows, their blade glinting in the low light as they lunged at her. Shadowheart blocked them deftly, her shield raised in an instant, but the sheer danger of the attack froze you for a split second. You’d managed to keep your druidic abilities a secret from everyone thus far, but seeing her in danger threw your instinct for secrecy out the window. There was no time to think.

You felt the familiar warmth of magic wash over you as you shrank, fur sprouting along your body, limbs shortening and fingers turning into small paws. Within moments, you found yourself scurrying toward the attacker as a soft, fluffy guinea pig, bounding over rocks and dirt with more determination than speed.

Reaching the attacker’s ankle, you dug your tiny claws into his leather boot, biting and scratching with all the ferocity a guinea pig could muster, which, admittedly, wasn’t much. But it was enough to throw the man off balance for a second, and he jerked his leg, trying to shake off the unexpected rodent clinging to him.

Shadowheart glanced down, brow furrowing. “And where did you come from?” she muttered under her breath, catching sight of your little, fur-covered form. For a moment, she looked at you with the tiniest hint of amusement in her eyes, as if she’d just stumbled upon an unlikely new ally in the form of an overly enthusiastic guinea pig.

With one swift move, she deflected the attacker’s blade and knocked him out cold, her stance unyielding as she finished the fight in seconds. She watched him slump to the ground, nudging him with her boot to ensure he was fully down. When she turned back, she looked down at you, still curled defensively by her feet, and gave a small chuckle.

“What are you doing here, little one?” she asked softly, reaching a hand out as if to pet your tiny head. But before she could, you let out a small, apologetic squeak and concentrated, feeling the shape of your body shift back. Fur faded into skin, paws turned back to hands, and your form grew until you stood in front of her once more.

The surprise on her face was priceless. Shadowheart blinked, her mouth parting slightly as she pieced together what had just happened.

“You… You’re a druid?” Her voice held both curiosity and a hint of disbelief, her gaze shifting from you to the defeated attacker, then back to you again.

You rubbed the back of your neck, feeling uncharacteristically shy under her intense scrutiny. “Yeah… I’m a druid. I’ve just, uh, kept it quiet because… well, I’m not exactly the most… threatening sort. I can only turn into small animals—harmless ones, really. And, I mean… I’d rather avoid violence altogether if I can.”

Her expression softened, a look of endearment settling on her face as she took in this new side of you. A slight smirk pulled at her lips.

“So, instead of letting me handle it, you chose to launch yourself—” she gestured with a wry wave of her hand, “—at him, as a guinea pig?”

You smiled sheepishly, trying to shrug it off. “I… I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing while you were in danger. I know it’s ridiculous, but I thought maybe it would help. Somehow.”

Shadowheart’s smirk softened into something gentler as she reached out, taking your hand in hers. She studied your face, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“It wasn’t ridiculous. It was… incredibly brave. And kind.” She paused, tilting her head with that slightly bemused smile. “Even if it’s not the most traditional method of defense.”

A warmth filled your chest at her words, her acceptance of this strange, vulnerable side of you, and you let yourself relax under her touch. “Thank you. I know it’s not… much. But I wanted to protect you, however I could.”

She lifted a hand to your cheek, her dark eyes softened in a rare show of tenderness. “You already do. More than you know. It doesn’t matter what form you take, or what methods you use—you stood by me, risked yourself to keep me safe. There’s no grander bravery than that.”

You leaned into her touch, feeling the tension melt from your shoulders. Shadowheart gave your cheek a final gentle stroke, then moved her hand to rest against your shoulder, pulling you into a quiet, grounding embrace.

“Though next time,” she murmured against your ear with a smirk, “perhaps leave the fighting to me. Your place is right here—by my side, yes, but safe.”

“I’ll… try to remember that,” you replied, your cheeks warming as you chuckled softly. “But, uh… no promises.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Jaheira:

Jaheira moved gracefully, fending off an ambusher with seasoned ease, her movements fluid as water. But the sheer ferocity of her attacker—the way he managed to nearly land a blow on her—made your heart seize. Without a second thought, instinct took over, and you called on your druidic power, feeling yourself shrink, bones reshaping, limbs twisting and elongating as you transformed into something small but determined.

A ferret. Not exactly a predator, but quick, nimble, and with a good set of teeth.

You darted toward the attacker, making a quick jump onto his leg. Your tiny claws sank into his trousers as you latched onto him, gnashing at his ankle with all the strength you could muster. Startled, the man yelled, trying to shake you off, but you held fast, each nip and scratch biting into his skin enough to pull his focus away from Jaheira.

In those precious seconds, Jaheira swept her staff low, knocking his feet out from under him, and as he toppled, she caught him with a forceful, well-placed blow to the chest, sending him sprawling. He fell, dazed and defeated, as Jaheira took a steadying breath, straightening up.

As you released his leg and scurried toward her, Jaheira glanced down, a bemused but soft expression gracing her face.

“Well, now. Where did you come from, little one?” She crouched down, extending her hand, a gentle curiosity in her eyes as if meeting an unexpected ally.

For a moment, you simply stared up at her, feeling a strange thrill of pride for having helped in your own small way. But as she reached down to pet you, you took a breath, concentrating on the familiar shape of your true form, willing the fur to fade and your limbs to shift back.

In a heartbeat, you were standing before her again, back to your normal self, a little breathless from the shift but proud all the same.

Jaheira took a sharp breath, her eyes widening in surprise. “You…” She straightened up, looking you over with the smallest, faintest smirk tugging at her lips. “A druid too, are you?”

You nodded, cheeks warming as you rubbed the back of your neck. “Yes. Though… I never told anyone because, well, I can only shift into… smaller animals,” you admitted, feeling a touch sheepish. “Ferrets, mice… I’m not exactly intimidating.”

Jaheira’s lips curved into a gentle smile, her eyes softening as she studied you with a newfound respect.

“Not intimidating, perhaps, but brave.” She lifted a hand to your shoulder, her touch grounding, strong. “You put yourself in harm’s way to help me. You have no idea how rare a thing that is, even among friends.”

Relief washed over you, her acceptance warming you as much as her praise. “I just… couldn’t stand by and do nothing. I know I’m not much help in a fight, but I wanted to do something.”

She let out a soft chuckle, her thumb brushing your shoulder reassuringly. “You did more than enough. You saw danger, and instead of running, you faced it. That, my love, is more than many would dare.”

Her words brought a smile to your face, the fear and tension fading. Jaheira reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with a fondness that made your heart flutter.

“Though next time,” she murmured with a wry grin, “perhaps give me a bit of warning before launching yourself into a fight. I would hate to squash my brave little ferret underfoot.”

You chuckled, feeling the warmth of her touch. “I’ll do my best,” you promised, reaching for her hand.

She squeezed your hand, her eyes meeting yours with a look of quiet admiration. “Whatever shape you take, you will always be welcome at my side.”

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erotica‼️ cnc scene

im running through the woods away from the woman chasing me. i got a head start but i can hear her every now and then shouting something akin to "youre not gonna get far, puppy." im hardly wearing anything, just a collar and a pair of panties she let me keep just so she could emasculate me a little. i got myself out of the binds easily this evening. of course now its dark and i dont know how long ive been here for, or how i got here. beyond that, i dont know how far away from the rest of the world i am. the amount of time ive spent running tells me im pretty far.

im trying to stay quiet, but eventually i trip on the root of a tree, and yelp as i tumble. i hear her then. she found me. by the time i try to get up again she pushes me back to the ground.

"aw, we're not even that far yet." she teases me as she grabs my collar and yanks me so that im sitting down, looking up at her with wet eyes. "dumb little cuntboy isnt that fast, huh?" she coos at me while pulling my face so that my nose is pressed up against her hot bulge in her jeans. i turn away from it.

"ugh, please!" i cry out, failing to notice that shes fishing her cock out with her free hand. "let me g-" im interrupted by her warm meat in my mouth, pushing past my lips and down my throat. i choke around it while she fucks my face rough, as if she doesnt care if i can breathe. im whimpering but it just sounds like moaning from how fast shes fucking my mouth.

"aw, dumb little puppy, what was it you were saying?" she teases as she pulls my head down all the way onto her dick. i cant breathe anymore. i try to back up and push away, but shes much stronger than me. she holds me there for far too long. im getting a little dizzy.

"if you really wanted to get away, youd be fighting back harder." she finally releases me, i cough on the floor of the woods, gasping for air. "or are you just sooo weak that you just CANT get away?"

"ugh- please-" i whine as she covers my mouth with her hand, her other one breaching the waistband of my underwear. i gasp as she pushes a finger into my pussy, wet from the struggle.

"fuuuck, youre so wet, puppy, you must really want this." she takes her hand off my mouth and to my collar, and before i can argue, pulls me into a sloppy kiss. she pushes her tongue into my mouth while she expertly fucks my pussy with her fingers. i moan into her lips as i try to push her away, but i cant. im not strong enough.

eventually, she releases me, but only to yank down my panties, and grab my waist. she pulls my hips up flush against hers, and places my ankles on her shoulders. i cant even move away as i freeze up like a prey animal, only making obscene noises as she rubs her cockhead on my tdick. she notices.

"aw, wheres that fight? i love it when you fight, you dumb little puppy." she chuckles, spreading my wetness from my pussy to my dick.

"ugh, no!" i cry out, trying to move away, but she pins me down anyway. "im not a dumb puppy....."

"oh, youre SUCH a dumb puppy. so wet when im about to breed you." shes not even fucking me yet and i could cum. i freeze again at her words. i feel my tcock twitch against my will at the thought of carrying my attacker's baby.

"no, dont!" i buck my hips, trying to move away. "i cant get pregnant! not right now! testosterone isnt birth control please-" but i trail off into a moan as she pushes her cockhead inside my wet pussy.

"well thats the point of breeding, you dumb fucking puppyboy." all i can do is gasp loudly as she pushes inside me, filling me up. "fuck, youre so wet." she plants her hands beside my neck and begins pounding me. i moan as my pussy makes obscene noises around her cock violating me. using me. breeding me.

i push against her shoulders with all my might but she doesnt even move an inch. she just laughs at me. "fuuuck, youre so weak." and i feel her fuck me even harder. "i love it when you try to resist me."

"uhhhm, no!" i can hardly even voice a protest anymore as i moan. it feels too good. shes right, i realize. she was right all along. i do want it.

i grip her shoulders, dragging my nails down her back as i buck up my hips to meet hers. "f-f-fuck-" i stammer out between moans.

"what was that, puppy?" she doesnt stop fucking me like she owns my pussy, and she does. i know she does.

"feels- good-" i gasp out. i feel her pound into me even harder after i say that.

"fuuuuck," she moans out breathily, "yes, it does."

i grip onto her upper arms hard as my first orgasm washes over me. "im cumming! im cumming!" i cry out as my pussy spasms around her cock, trying to milk it for everything it has. but shes not ready yet. she keeps pounding into me, and i feel an even more intense orgasm rushing to take its place. "fuck- its too much!" i whine as i try again to push her away.

"aw, but you wanted it so bad before." she didnt stop. she keeps fucking me until i feel tears in my eyes. i cum again, crying out.

"fuck, youre cumming AGAIN?" she acts appalled as if she wasnt the one forcing me to. my pussy keeps making disgusting wet sounds around her invading prick. "fuck, i might just cum, puppy."

i gasp as i remember her threats to put a baby in me. "no! not inside!" i cry out between moans, but i scream as my third orgasm comes, even more powerful than the first 2.

"fuck, gonna cum, puppy." and i cant even voice another protest as i lay limply, pliant for her to pump her semen into.

she lays on top of me for a while, her cock still twitching inside me, making me moan quietly as i lay completely limp, still gasping for air and coming down from the powerful orgasms she made me have.

eventually, she pulls out, standing up and putting her soft dick away. she leans down, brushing a wet strand of hair from my face.

"aw, baby, was that fun?" she coos, rubbing my cheek with her thumb.

"mhm.... wuff." i mumble. she giggles.

"aw, ok, baby." she bends down and scoops me up into her arms. "lets go get you cleaned up, ok?"

"mmmm" i mumble tiredly, shutting my eyes and snuggling into her chest.

"aw, ok." she kisses my sweaty forehead and walks us home.