#i understand youre mad. but the way youre treating me is how the enemy treats all of us. not the fucking time

[faerociousbeast]

dude. its pride month. and people are dying. go join an organization or something 😭 telling me on anon im not queer for some reason is not "activism". there are other things to concern yourself with. who deemed you people the gate keepers anyway

i am not like you, so i will not doubt your status as lgbtq people who are probably just concerned but ""stealing resources"" and ""infiltration"" like really? seriously? are these our problems right now? there is no "right way" to be queer and even if there were, you certainly arent the ones who can decide that for me.

youre wasting your time. put this effort into more tangible areas. trying to kick out your fellow members when we are all still being fucking murdered is. not exactly the best option? idk. 💀

[kissesbyliz]

simon having beef with your dog.

the thing hates him, he's sure. he's been aware of the fact ever since the first time it jumped up at him, indulging itself with a nice helping of his brand new jeans.

"oh my god!" you gaped at his jeans with horror, immediately scooping the offending animal into your arms. even within its confines, the creature still manages a growl that simon swears is nothing less than evil.

between the sweet apologizes falling from your lips and the way your eyes widened in embarrassment, simon unsurprisingly found it difficult to stay mad. after fixing him a change of clothes and apologizing profusely for your pet's behavior, you urged your pet into its play pen to prevent her from ruining the rest of the night. she stared up at you with wide eyes, letting out a pitiful whine as she was obviously not used to being locked up.

though the inner dog-lover in him should be feeling a twinge of guilt at the sight, simon couldn't deny a sense of victory.

at least now, they were even.

they used to be even. used to. his score was ultimately decimated after countless incidents of your dog peeing all over his boots, stealing his food, and gnawing it's way through the souvenirs he brought for you from missions.

why the thing hates him so much is beyond him. ever since the first incident, he's tried every bribery method under the sun. from endless treats to long walks in her favorite park, all his attempts ended the same way: with his hand being damn near ripped off his arm.

after weeks of no progress, you had brought up the idea of meeting at his place instead. simon refused. he couldn't handle the thought of you traveling the hour it takes to get to his apartment, just to see him. after all, if he could handle countless hordes of enemies and disarm bombs, he sure as hell could handle some dog.

which of course, brings him to his current predicament.

after a particularly long deployment, you've taken the liberty of planning a special welcome home dinner for him and his task force. nothing big, just a small gathering to celebrate a reunion between friends as well as a job well done.

you insisted on doing all the work of preparing the food and letting him relax on the couch. it was a dinner in celebration of him as well, after all. the very last thing simon wanted was to leave you to do all the work, but if he was going to do anything about your dog, he had to do it now.

because even though he'd call his task force some of the closest friends he has, he pales at the idea of them finding out that a dog has him beat. he can already imagine how they'll react: a (horribly) stifled laugh from price, a smart jab from gaz, and an unashamed guffaw from johnny. and of course, the endless amounts of taunting that'll be flowing throughout the base. yeah, that's not going to happen. least of all, in front of his girl.

he approaches the play pen which houses your dog slowly, attempting to seem as unintimidating as he can for someone of his stature. your pet immediately takes notice--has had an eye laser pointed on him since the moment he arrived--and starts up a low growl.

"hey..girl..." he greets awkwardly, crouching down in a manner that allows his every action to be observed. it's evident that your dog couldn't be less happy with his presence, with the way she moves to the opposite end of the enclosure. he sighs, dropping onto the floor next to the pen and wincing at the slight pain shooting up his tailbone.

"why d'ya hate me so much, huh?" your dog huffed, closing her eyes and assuming a sleeping position. simon didn't even know dogs were capable of the silent treatment. unfazed, he pushes on, speaking to the dog as if it miraculously developed the ability to understand him.

"all i wanna do is spend time with my girl, and all you do is try to make me look like the bad guy." he shoots her an unimpressed look. "it's not like i'm gonna take her away, y'know."

to simon's surprise, the dog rises and begins to slowly approach him and for once, without utter disdain in her eyes. simon really didn't expect that to work, but he supposes he doesn't have any room to complain. he gulps -- he's never made it this far before. carefully, he raises a big hand up to stroke over the dog's soft fur.

in a flash, the canine snaps her teeth onto the surface of his skin. hard.

"fuck--!" he snarls, snatching his hand away. at that moment, the doorbell rings and he cradles his aching hand to his chest. he stands up, glaring hard at the animal as he goes to answer the door.

"hey, there's my favorite girl!" johnny pushes past him and beelines for the play pen, where your dog is excitedly standing on its hind legs to greet him. simon's never seen her tail wag so fast. she eagerly yips for him to come closer, bowing to allow him to scratch behind her ears.

"oh, and hey to you too, i guess." johnny briefly nods in acknowledgement in your direction. you playfully roll your eyes, giggling at his display.

"simon. 's good to see you." price offers a brief nod, and kyle pats him on the shoulder before they both walk around him to join johnny at the play pen. the dog takes to the rest of his team just as easily, greeting them all with tail wags and licks to the hand.

simon riley is at a loss.

[daphwritesworld]

Hiii can you write something about Alessia and reader being rivals and are playing for separate National Teams Like reader plays as an Example for Germany (you don't have to do Germany but would be cool) and they get into an Argument but it ends up in sex

Please dom Alessia

(this is my first time requesting something so my explaining is really baddd)

a/n: hii!! thank you for requesting ! and no your totally fine. i’m pretty sure i understand exactly what you meant from your description :D

A.Russo x Rival!Reader

content: pussy eating (technically both receiving), fingering (r receiving), dom/sub relationship, Germany! player reader, bratty! reader, top!Alessia, bottom!reader

warnings: some impact play mentioned but not in detail, orgasm denial, overstimulation, 69ing, dom!lessi deserves her own warning tbh , enemies-2-fucking like animals, semi public for like a smidge

synopsis: You run your mouth in the locker room so Alessia walks you like a dog…your own fault really.

word count: 1.9k

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

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It’s the 2022 UEFA WOMEN’S EURO FINALS. You’re the last one left in Germany’s locker room, the final score ringing up to 2 v 1. You’d scored your teams only goal for the night, but still you were the one to take the loss the hardest. Your team knew to leave you alone when you got like this— all in your head and self blaming.

As your untying your last cleat you hear the door reopen behind you. You’re left clad in just your shorts, sports bra, and socks now that you throw the shoe off towards the floor. “I told you I don’t want to go to the fucking bar, Lena!” Your voice barks out across the room.

“Oh so feisty, aren’t you, love?” The familiar accent rings out from behind you. You swear you can hear the smirk in her voice as she says it, anger boiling up inside you as you clench your fists.

“What are you doing here, Russo? Came to gloat about a game you didn’t even score in? Give Walsh and Kelly my respects, considering they at least earned it,” you whip around. A little caught off guard at how close she is, but it doesn’t stop you from letting the fury spit out of your mouth like venom on your tongue.

“You must still be mad you missed that goal when you shot wide. Could’ve at least tied us up, you know. Was it me tackling you or the fact i kept stealing the ball that got into that thick head of yours? Seems like i’m the only one who can get through that thing,” she flicks a finger onto your forehead as she ends her little rant. A small smile sitting devilishly pretty on her lips as she does so.

You go push at her chest, puffing out a huff of hot air through your angrily scrunched up nostrils. She lets your fists come down one time, then she’s grabbing your wrists and pinning them down onto the lockers behind you. You’re stuck struggling between her warm body and the freezing cold surface that she’s got you pressed up against.

“I’m not one of your little punching bags, Y/L/N. You put your hands on me again, and I promise you it’ll be the last time. I’m not gonna deal with your little tantrums like your team does. Be a big girl and take the heat, or i’ll treat you the way brats deserve to be treated,” Her body is flush against yours as she says it, a threatening gaze shooting out to meet yours.

“You don’t scare me, Russo. You’re like a puppy dog who’s never had its tail stepped on. So wide eyed and bushy tailed—“ you yank one of your hands from her grasp as you point a finger towards her chest and start moving it forwards, “like a little bitc—“ you’re cut off as she flips your body around, face pressing into the cold lockers now as you feel her hand on the back of your neck keeping you in place.

“You need to learn some fucking manners, baby. It’s a good thing we’ve got plenty of time to teach you some,” She says right against your back. Her breath tickling your nape as the tiny hairs there stand up straight.

It’s a blur from there to her hotel room. She threw her hoodie over your head before dragging you out of there, putting you into her car before speeding off into the night. Now she’s got you spread wide open, legs out as she devours on your cunt.

Your wrists are handcuffed to the railing on her headboard and a blindfold covers your tear drenched eyes. You’ve got red marks on your ass from her spanking lesson from the first 20 minutes inside her luxury room. The plush Egyptian cotton percale sheets soothing the burn on your cheeks.

Her hands keep your hips pinned down as her tongue slides down to your hole, it twitches under her ministrations. Begging for her to pay it some attention after all the orgasms she’s denied you. It’s at least been three so far. She pulls away at the slightest hint you might be close, leaving you to shake and cry out even harder than the last time.

The mean words that have been tumbling from your mouth now turning into whines and whimpers of “Please!” and “M’sorry Less!”

You can’t see it, but she’s smirking up at you. You feel the vibrations from her laugh though, as it courses up through to your clit. A ragged moan rips out of your mouth at the feeling, sending you into a fit of pleasure.

“L-Lessi! I-I’ll do anything. Just please le-lemme cum!” you’ve got a majority of the blindfold covered in one big wet spot now from all the tears it’s absorbed. Your wrists are red from pulling at your restraints, and Alessia is finally starting to think she’s breaking you down enough to reward you. You’re being so sweet now, saying please and thank you. And who could resist that little pout on your lips as you cry? It’s absolutely fucking addictive. Or at least it is to Alessia, as she takes out her phone and snaps a quick picture to remember this moment.

Her hands come down to softly start taking the handcuffs off, her lips following suit as they litter little kisses along the red lines surrounding them. When she’s done enough of that to her liking she moves to the piece of silk tied around your face, undoing the knot as she peels if off your wet little cheeks. You look up her with those submissive teary eyes and she can’t help the groan that comes out of her throat.

The need to see you like this— so broken, has been overtaking her ever since the first time she played against you. Every game after that one the tension grew, on and off pitch. Until now, where it’s finally bubbled over and taken the forefront of both your minds. That tough girl exterior you put up is completely gone as she has you begging for her touch, a nice little slut ready for her unraveling.

She’s got you right where she’s wanted you, underneath her and at her mercy. She lowers herself down, prying one of your legs up as she lifts it over her shoulder and leans down towards your neck, making you whine from the stretch she forces you into in this position. Your thigh burns but it’s soon forgotten about as her fingers start playing with your folds.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours, Lessi! It’s yours.”

She chuckles at your obedience. So, so different from the same girl she was arguing with her in the locker room not even two hours ago. So she finally decides to play nice and sinks two of her fingers into your pussy. She goes slow, letting you get use to her before going at the pace she prefers.

“Such a pretty pussy on such a pretty girl. Too bad your attitude is so fucking nasty,” it’s rasped out into your ear as you start trying to push your hips into her fingers. Your head pulls back from her shoulder, her teeth pulling your earlobe as you move away. You whimper out at that, eyes looking up into hers pleading for some relief.

“Don’t worry, you can cum this time. Such a desperate whore, aren’t you?” She says it as she speeds her fingers up, her thumb coming to rub tight circles on your clit as her fingers work you up. They’re so much thicker and longer than yours— reaching spots you can only dream of touching by yourself. She’s got you so fucked out you don’t even know what color the wallpaper is.

All you see, taste, hear, and smell is her. You’re drowning in the cocktail of Alessia Russo. The woman who drives you crazy every time you have to be opposite of her on the pitch. You two attract like flies to honey. Sweet, but deadly. It’s always rough and a good game when you two are against each other, but holy fuck you never knew you could feel so good. You two came together in a moment of pure adrenaline, your tension finally boiling over as the emotions from the game did as well.

You both know this is just the beginning. A long list of mistakes you’ll make every time you seem to cross paths now. Like a ritual— no matter who wins or loses. You’ll seek out this form of retribution after a game.

“Alessia! I-I’m go-gonna-“ you can’t even get it out as your mind starts to shatter. You’re drooling out of the corner of your mouth as she fucks every coherent thought out of your brain.

“Go ahead, love. Cum on my fingers for me. Make a mess— just like that. Good fucking girl,” and just like that your eyes snap shut as they roll into the back of your skull. Your back arches off the expensive sheets, as your pussy starts shooting liquid out into Alessia’s palm. You cover your face, cheeks heating up with embarrassment at the squirt staining her sheets below you.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t even know I could do that— I swear!!”

Alessia moans out loud at that, her hands coming up to rip yours away from your eyes. A hungry lust crawling back inside of them. “Are you saying, i’m the first person to make you squirt?”

Your cheeks somehow go even redder as you bite your lip, avoiding her gaze as you shake your head yes in confirmation. The next thing to know you’re on your back. Alessia hovering over you as she climbs up your body. When her thighs make it to your head she quickly turns over, smirk covering her face as she looks down at you from upside down, “Then let’s see what else I can be the first to do to you.”

Your eyes go wide as you realize what she’s about to do. Holy fuck Alessia is going to 69 with you. How the fuck does she know you've never done this?? You have no clue, but before you have time to open your mouth and ask her, she’s sinking her pussy down onto your face. Your tongue seeks out her taste on instinct, your nose bumping into her clit as your eyes rollback.

She moans into your cunt once again, fingertips lightly drawing across your thighs as they shake from the overstimulation.

You know you’re going to falling asleep here, and that your teammates are going to interrogate the fuck out of you tomorrow morning, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when she feels this good and tastes so divine. Hell no! You’re staying right here, consequences and teasing be damned. You’re determined to learn the complete complexity of her lessons, and ace the next test she decides to give you…in whatever shape or form that way be in. Lord help your neighbors, and the poor arsenal teammate who roomed under Alessia. They sure as hell have a good story for the group chat tomorrow.

For now, she is desperately trying to drown out the straight up porn pouring in from upstairs. She tried the radio, the tv, and now a combo of both with two pillows sandwiching her head between them. Praying that you two will be tired after this round…you weren’t.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Not Jealous

@wolfstarbingo2024 - prompt: enemies to lovers - warnings: mildly explicit (is that a thing?) - rating: explicit (minors DNI) - words: 923 - link

Sirius Black was the most horrible, annoying, disrespectful roommate on the planet. Since Remus had started living with him three months ago at the start of University, Sirius had irked him to no end by leaving his things all over their space, staying up until ungodly hours playing videogames, bringing back more people than he could count to sleep with, and being the most attractive human on the goddamn planet.

Well- the last one might not be annoying per se. But wrapped in with the others, it was the most infuriating of all.

So when Remus stayed up until 2am writing a paper that took most of his brainpower and all of his patience, Sirius stumbling in with a tall tan man with dark hair, giggling together, was the last fucking straw.

"Sirius I don't give a single flying fuck if you want to fuck this guy in his room or on the roof," Remus said lowly, hands balled into fists, "But you will not fuck him in our room."

The man, who looked like he had stuck his finger in a light socket with the way his hair stood on end, immediately laughed. "I'd rather not fuck either of you if I have the choice, man. Regulus would be a bit pissed."

Sirius laughed as well, starting to retort, but Remus was still too mad to enjoy whatever inside jokes they were sharing. "Just get the fuck out, alright?"

And the other boy, who didn't seem to be capable of seriousness or remorse, simply bid Sirius goodnight and left, yelling loudly as he went.

But as soon as he left, Sirius turned, his face falling flat. "What the fuck made you think you can act like that?" he asked, storms in his eyes.

But Remus was done. "Me? What about you? Treating our room like your personal trash can, staying up until all hours, bringing back god knows how many people to fuck you?"

But Sirius only smirked at Remus's last statement. "Wow, Remus. I didn't realize me hooking up with people had that much of an impact on you. Are you jealous?"

Remus felt blood rush in his ears at the question, and he used all of his sense to resist punching Sirius. "No, Sirius," he denied through a clenched jaw. "I'm not-"

But Sirius interrupted him, taking a step closer. "It's too bad if you're not," he said softly, his eyes going strangely wide. "Jealousy looks kind of good on you." And as he said it, he kind of tilted his head to the side, smirking and biting his lip as if challenging Remus to react. To understand what he was saying.

It was like a bomb went off. Like all of the annoyance and fury and tension built up and culminated into an eruption, and suddenly, without even thinking about it, Remus lunged forward, grabbing Sirius and pinning him to the bed behind him, the entirety of their bodies pressed together, his mouth by Sirius's ear, the other man gasping at the quick contact. "I'm not jealous," Remus insisted, hands grabbing at Sirius's hips hard.

"P-prove it," Sirius nearly moaned, eyes wide and pupils blown with sudden lust.

So Remus had no choice but to roughly reach down, cupping the other man through his pants, groaning as he felt the hardness there. "If I was jealous," he murmured, squeezing just a bit as Sirius threw his head back and keened in pleasure, "I would fuck you, right here on the bed."

"Yes," Sirius mumbled, eyes closed and hands on Remus's biceps loosening as he fell apart a bit under Remis's grasp.

"If I was jealous," Remus continued, licking roughly at his palm and then slipping his hand under the band of Sirius's sweatpants, grabbing his length without thinking of being gentle, "I would open your arse up with my tongue, and watch while you screamed my fucking name."

"Remus," Sirius exhaled almost silently, barely keeping himself up on legs that were surely not working properly with the way Remus was working his cock with his hand.

"If I was jealous," Remus repeated, teasing his thumb over Sirius's leaking tip, inhaling as Sirius moaned with the movement, Remus's own cock twitching at the noises the shorter man made, "I would shove my huge cock so far into you, I'd make you come without touching you."

"Please," Sirius begged, his knees giving out, now, his expression completely fucked out as Remus moved his hand over his cock faster and with more purpose, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

"But baby" he cooed into Sirius's ear, reveling in the gasping sounds he was making, "I'm not jealous. So I won't." And then, grinning triumphantly, Remus stopped, removing his hand from his pants and staring down at Sirius, who collapsed on the bed, looking like he had just been told that Christmas was cancelled.

It took all of Remus's self-control to stroll into their adjoining bathroom before he shoved his own pants down to his knees, grabbed his own aching cock, and worked it over roughly, not even mothing to keep his moans quiet. And, less than a minute later, he came, loudly yelling, "F-Sirius!" as he did so.

But not loudly enough to drown out the noise of Sirius yelling his name as he came at nearly the same time on the other side of the door.

And he realized that yes, Sirius was annoying and infuriating and disrespectful. But fuck, him being attractive was definitely not a bad thing.

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Hello are you still doing the SAGAU for reader gets mad and blowing up at people for certain characters? If you are can you do traveler or Lumine if you don’t want to do a general head cannon and fischl still? I’m so angry about how many NPC world quests that now seem like a pattern of traveler helps and then gets backstabbed and left to die and just really think those NPC need to under stand the gravity and anger of the players.

Hello, @celestialsiren! Yes, supposedly, I am still doing this series lol—I don't see why I should end it, seeing as there's always new characters that people request for. Ofc I'll do the Traveler!

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Reader Defending the Traveler! (Also No Vice Versa)

(Disclaimers: This May be OOC, And This Post Will Mainly be Using Lumine as "The Traveler." However, This Post Still Can Be Read as GN!Traveler or Aether.)

Lumine

To be frankly honest, I think you (the Reader) would feel pretty connected to Lumine. She's understanding, she's calm, and most importantly, she gets what it's like not to be from Teyvat. She's passed the celestial atlas to venture the world that is Teyvat, only to be prevented by the Unknown God.

Safe to say, you both were like two peas in a pod. And you were willing to travel with her and find her brother. Lumine gets you a lot, and you refuse any harm coming her way.

That includes verbal complaints. Like, honestly—Lumine's done so much for Teyvat for an outlander, and this is how they treat her?! You weren't having it.

So you planted your foot down, and boy, was your glare menacing. Your words were harsher than the blizzards of Dragonspine, and your glare was as menacing as the Dead Skeleton of Orobashi in Watatsumi Island.

Anyone who you deemed as enemy—in this situation, these good-for-nothing, took-for-granted gossipers—was paling at the seems of the Almighty Creator stomping their egos down. And, not gonna lie, Lumine kinda likes watching some of them. Some of the insults you used were actually used in other worlds—something only Lumine would know, but others didn't. It was kind of hilarious.

Alas, she can't have you go around and go all out all the time. Someone needs to make sure that the Creator doesn't try to decimate random folks, even if they are pretty infuriating.

"Your Grace." Lumine puts her hand on your shoulder. "Let's hurry up and finish this commission. We still need to get those rewards." You huff, but you let the insulters go, without a threatening note.

Yeah...she was not expecting to be an occurrence with so many other characters, but hey! Lumine's not gonna stop you :)

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: And we're done! Sorry if it's really low quality lol—I am so tired as I'm writing this :') I do hope you guys enjoyed it, though! Don't feel discouraged to keep sending me requests!

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[jetii]

Mutually Beneficial Arrangement

Part One | Part Three

Pairing: Thorn x Senator!Reader / Thorn x fem!Reader

Words: 8,675 / 34,682

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! enemies to lovers kinda, forced proximity, bodyguard!Thorn, protective!Thorn, so much arguing and flirting and banter, there's some spice in this part, smut in part 3

Summary: You're the most infuriating charge Commander Thorn has ever had the misfortune to babysit, and yet, you're also the one he finds himself falling for.

A/N: This is a three parter now oops! The slow burn was just too good.

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The next day is much of the same. Thorn stands guard outside your door, ignoring the looks that the troopers give him, and you spend most of the morning holed up in your room. The tension between the two of you is palpable, and it seems like everyone in the compound is aware of it. The guards whisper amongst themselves, casting furtive glances at Thorn, and even the staff seems uneasy.

The only one who doesn't seem affected by the situation is you. You attend meetings, chat with your advisors, and even have lunch with the Governor. Your behavior is nothing short of perfect, and Thorn finds it incredibly irritating. You're treating the incident like a minor inconvenience, and it's driving him mad. He can't stop thinking about the danger, and how close you had come to death.

The afternoon is no different, and Thorn spends his time pacing back and forth in the hallway while you attend yet another meeting. He's restless, and the silence is deafening. He's tired of standing guard, and he's tired of being ignored. He wants to talk to you, to yell at you, to make you see reason. But every time he tries, you brush him off or dismiss him.

Finally, after hours of waiting, you return to your room, and Thorn follows you inside. You don't even acknowledge his presence, and he has to stop himself from snapping.

"Senator," he says, his tone sharp.

You ignore him, moving over to your desk and sorting through the stack of datapads piled there. He lets out a huff of irritation and walks over to you, planting a hand on the desk and leaning in.

"Senator, we need to talk."

"No, we don't," you reply, your eyes scanning the screen.

"Yes, we do," he insists.

You glance up at him, arching a brow. "Is this going to be about the same thing we've been arguing about for the past three days?"

Thorn scowls. "Yes."

You shake your head and look back at the datapad. "There's nothing more to discuss, Commander. You've made your opinion very clear."

"Senator, please."

You sigh and put the datapad down, rubbing your forehead. "What do you want me to say, Commander? You're upset, and I understand that. But there's nothing more I can do. This is the way things are."

Thorn grits his teeth, his hand curling into a fist. "That doesn't mean I have to like it."

"No, but you can accept it," you say, your tone softening.

"I can't," he replies, his voice low.

"Commander—"

"Senator, I can't," he interrupts, his eyes locking on yours. "I can't accept that someone tried to kill you. I can't accept that I almost lost you. And I can't accept that there's nothing I can do about it."

Your eyes widen slightly, and you take a step back, your gaze flicking away from him. He sees your shoulders slump, and your expression softens. You're quiet for a moment, and then you look back at him, your eyes searching his.

"Why?"

Thorn hesitates, not sure how to answer. He doesn't want to lie, but he can't tell you the truth. If he does, he'll never be able to stop. He'll say too much, and he'll lose you forever.

"Because," he says, swallowing thickly, "you're important. To the Republic, and to the Chancellor. And I'm sworn to protect you. No matter what."

You study him for a moment, and he's worried that you're going to see through him. That you're going to see the truth, the feelings he's been trying so hard to suppress.

But instead, you nod, giving him a small smile. It’s not the smile he wants, not the one that makes his heart skip a beat, but it's enough.

"Thank you, Commander. Your dedication is admirable."

Thorn nods, forcing himself to return your smile. He doesn't feel dedicated. He feels like a liar, and a fraud. He's not doing this for the Republic, or for the Chancellor, or the Jedi or anyone else. He's doing it for you. Because he cares about you. Because he wants you to be safe. But he knows that's not what you want to hear, and it’s not something he can admit.

"I'm sorry," you say after a moment. "I know this is hard for you. But it's not something I can change."

You turn away from him, moving towards the window, and Thorn's eyes follow you. You stare out at the city below, your hands clasped behind your back, and Thorn watches as your expression changes.

“Senator—“

“I have a party to attend this evening,” you say, cutting him off, and he blinks, surprised by the sudden change in topic. You glance at him, and then you look away, your eyes drifting back to the window.

"A party?"

"Yes. It's an annual event, and I'm expected to attend," you explain, your voice distant. "The Governor has invited me personally."

"I wasn't aware," he says, his voice tight. "When were you planning to inform me?"

You shrug. "I'm informing you now."

"You can't go."

You turn, arching a brow. "Do I need permission?"

"No, but—"

"I'm going," you interrupt. There's a smile on your face, but it's cold, and Thorn realizes that he's losing his grip. You're slipping through his fingers, and he can't seem to stop it.

"Senator, please."

"I'm not discussing this, Commander," you say, your voice growing sharper. "It's my decision."

Thorn stares at you, his mind racing, and you hold his gaze. He wants to argue with you, but he knows it's futile. You've made up your mind, and there's no changing it. He's not going to get anywhere by continuing to fight with you.

"Fine," he says, his tone clipped. "I'll escort you."

"No need," you reply, and Thorn narrows his eyes.

"Yes, there is," he insists. "You're not going anywhere without me. Especially after what happened."

You sigh and shake your head. "It's a fundraiser. There will be hundreds of people there, as well as local authorities and security. It's hardly the place for an assassin."

"That's exactly why they'll go after you there," Thorn says, and you give him a look that he pointedly ignores. "If they know you're going to be there, then they'll see it as an opportunity. And they're right."

"Commander—"

"I'm not leaving your side," he interrupts, his voice rising. "Not now, not ever. And that's final."

Your eyes flash with anger, and Thorn has to suppress a grin. He may not have won the argument, but he's at least gotten your attention. You're glaring at him, your hands on your hips, and he can see the frustration written all over your face. It's a small victory, but it's something.

"Fine," you say, rolling your eyes. "But only if you promise to behave."

"I'll be the perfect gentleman."

"You better be," you murmur. Your voice is low, and there's a hint of danger in your eyes. Thorn suppresses the urge to shiver.

"I always am," he says softly, and you chuckle. You give him a smile, a real one, and he knows that he's forgiven. For now, at least.

"We'll see about that," you say, and then you turn back to your desk, picking up one of the datapads and typing something into it. Thorn watches you, his heart pounding in his chest, and he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He's still mad, and he still thinks you're making a huge mistake, but he can't stay angry at you. Not when you look so beautiful, and not when you smile at him like that.

He wonders if you know what you do to him. If you have any idea how much he wants you.

He has a feeling that you do.

You glance at him, and Thorn clears his throat, forcing himself to look away.

"Relax, Commander," you tease. "It'll be fun."

"Fun," he echoes, the word tasting sour on his tongue. 

"Yes," you say with a bright smile. "Fun. You should try it sometime."

"I'll leave that to you," he replies, and you let out a soft laugh. You walk past him, moving towards the room that holds your clothes, and Thorn turns, following you.

"You could at least pretend to enjoy yourself," you tell him as you reach the closet. You push open the door, stepping inside, and Thorn lingers in the doorway, watching as you begin rummaging through the racks of gowns and outfits.

"I'm not here to have fun," he says, his eyes sweeping over the room. He's not sure why you need so many clothes. What he’s seen you wear when you’re not in the spotlight is a far cry from the extravagant dresses that hang in the closet. He can't even imagine a use for most of them.

"Maybe not," you say, pausing and looking over your shoulder at him. "But it might help you loosen up a bit."

Thorn raises a brow. "Loosen up?"

"Yes," you say as you turn around to face him. "You're so tense all the time. It can't be good for you."

He shrugs, and leans against the doorframe. "Being tense is part of the job. Besides, I don't think it's a good idea to be... loose around you."

You tilt your head, a smile playing on your lips. "Oh? And why is that, Commander?"

He's tempted to tell you. To tell you everything. To admit that he can't stop thinking about you, that he wants you, that he dreams about touching you and tasting you. But he doesn't. He can't. So, instead, he shakes his head, giving you a tight smile.

"Because," he says simply. "You're trouble."

You laugh, turning back to the racks. "And what makes you think that?"

"I've seen the way you work," he says, his gaze following your movements. "You're a master manipulator. You're always one step ahead, and you know exactly what you're doing."

"What can I say?" you ask, a teasing lilt in your voice. "I'm a politician. It's my job to manipulate people."

"You're more than that," he argues, and you pause, glancing at him.

"Is that a compliment, Commander?"

"Maybe."

You grin, and then you reach up, pulling a gown from the rack and holding it up to yourself. You turn, and the blue fabric swishes around your feet. “What do you think?”

Thorn frowns. "I'm not a fashion expert, Senator.”

"You don't have to be," you say with a laugh. “You gave me such a wonderful recommendation the other day, after all. I was hoping you'd offer some more advice."

Thorn feels his cheeks heat, and he glances away, a soft chuckle rising in his throat. He'd forgotten about the dress, and he's not sure what possessed him to suggest it. You did look beautiful in it, and the memory of you wearing it, the way the fabric had hugged your body, the way you had touched him as you bandaged the cut on his face, is enough to send his heart racing.

"I'll stick to my day job, thank you," he says, his voice barely audible. He clears his throat. “You’ve never cared for my opinion before, anyway."

"Perhaps I'm starting to value it," you say softly, and he turns his head, meeting your gaze. You stare at him for a moment, and then you look away, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Careful, Senator," he murmurs. "I might get used to it."

"I certainly hope so," you reply as you hang up the dress and resume your search. You reach for another, this one a deep red color. "How about this one?"

"It's nice," he says, and you scoff.

"Nice? That's the best you can do, Commander?"

He shrugs. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"Be honest," you say, giving him a sly grin. "Which one would you rather see me in?"

He swallows, his gaze dropping. "Senator—"

"Come on," you coax, and Thorn feels his cheeks burn. He takes a deep breath and looks up, meeting your eyes. They're twinkling with mischief, and he feels his resolve crumble.

"You're going to make me regret this, aren't you?"

You laugh as you hang the dress back up. "You know me so well."

He shakes his head, letting out a soft chuckle, and he steps into the room. You're a terrible influence on him, and he can't believe he's actually enjoying himself. He walks over to you, standing next to you as you continue searching the racks.

"How many of these do you have?"

"A few," you admit. "Most of them were gifts. I didn’t always have you to turn them down for me, you know."

Thorn nods, reaching up and pulling out a silver gown. He holds it up, studying it, and you tilt your head.

"I'd look like a chrome plated speeder."

A bark of laughter escapes him before he can stop it. "A very expensive one."

You snort, and Thorn feels a grin tugging at his lips. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed this. How much he'd missed teasing and laughing with you. The past few days have been stressful, and the tension between the two of you has been unbearable. It's a relief to be back on friendly terms, even if the thought of you attending a party where an assassination attempt is a likely outcome still has his stomach tied in knots.

You turn, leaning against the rack, and Thorn sets the dress back, his gaze roaming over the others.

"Any suggestions, Commander?" you ask, and he gives a small shrug.

"I'm a little out of my depth here."

"Maybe so," you say, your eyes trailing over his face. "But you've got good taste."

Thorn's eyes narrow, and he studies the dresses again, searching for something that will please you. He knows he's being silly. It doesn't matter what you wear. But for some reason, he can't stand the thought of disappointing you.

Finally, his eyes land on a dark green gown. It's simple, elegant, and he can't help but think of how good you'll look in it. It's not too flashy, but it's flattering, and he can imagine the way the fabric will hug your curves.

"That one," he says, his voice rough. He nods his head toward the dress, and you move beside him, tilting your head.

"Hmm," you hum, reaching out and pulling the hanger from the rack. You hold the dress up to yourself, studying it, and then you nod. "I agree."

Thorn tries to hide his surprise. "You do?"

"Of course," you say, flashing him a smile. "You really do have excellent taste, Commander."

He smiles, pleased with himself, and then he catches himself and clears his throat. "Thank you."

"Now," you say, moving towards him. "Why don't you let me get ready, and then we can go have some fun?"

"Yes, Senator," he says, and you brush past him, exiting the closet and disappearing into the bathroom. The door closes behind you, and Thorn lets out a breath, closing his eyes. He feels giddy, like a cadet with a crush, and he has to take a moment to compose himself.

He can't believe he just did that. He can't believe you made him do that. It's bad enough that he's constantly fantasizing about you, but now he's actively encouraging it. What's worse, he's actually enjoying it.

He's helping you pick out dresses, for kriff's sake. That's something a lover does, and Thorn isn't your lover. He's not even sure if you're friends, let alone anything more. He should be ashamed of himself. He should be disciplined. He should be doing a million other things besides standing here, imagining what you'll look like in the dress he picked out.

The minutes drag by, and Thorn tries to keep himself busy. He checks the time, he cleans his armor, and he makes sure that his weapons are in working order. He pours over the layout of the party venue, noting possible entry points and escape routes. He does everything he can to distract himself, but it doesn't help. He can't stop wondering what you're doing, and how long it will take, and if the dress will look as good on you as he hopes it will.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the door to the bathroom opens, and you step out. The green gown fits perfectly, and Thorn's breath catches in his throat. You're gorgeous, and he can't look away.

You're smiling at him, a playful look in your eyes, and you turn, showing off the backless design. There’s a clasp at the top, and he wonders how hard it would be to undo it. It doesn't seem too difficult, and he's almost certain that he could get it undone with one hand.

"Well?" you ask, looking over your shoulder. "What do you think?"

Thorn stares at you, speechless, and then he finds his voice. "It's... good," he says, and you chuckle, shaking your head.

"Just good?" you tease, and he smiles.

"It's better than good," he says, his voice soft.

You turn, facing him, and you raise a brow. "How about 'incredible' or 'amazing' or 'breathtaking'?"

Thorn lets out a low laugh. "You're fishing for compliments, Senator."

"Perhaps," you say, smiling at him. “‘Gorgeous’ would work, too.”

He tilts his head, his gaze sweeping over your form. "I don't think there are enough words in the galaxy to describe how good you look."

Your eyes widen, and you blink, clearly taken aback. Thorn feels a swell of pride at the way your cheeks flush. He's never been one for flattery, but he can't deny the rush of satisfaction he gets from seeing your reaction.

"You're such a charmer, Commander," you say, a shy smile on your lips as you move closer to him. "I didn't think you had it in you."

"Oh, I'm full of surprises," he says, and you laugh, a sound that makes his heart skip a beat. He stares at you, his pulse racing, and the two of you are silent for a moment, just taking each other in.

You're close now, and Thorn can smell the sweet scent of your perfume. His gaze drops to your lips, and his fingers twitch, itching to touch you. But he doesn't. He's already gone too far, and if he lets himself go any further, there will be no coming back.

"Well, keep it up," you say, breaking the silence, and Thorn meets your eyes. "I could get used to this."

"Don't," he says lightly. "I don't want to ruin my reputation."

You grin, and then you turn, moving towards the door. Thorn watches you go, his eyes lingering on your exposed back, and he shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his lips.

He's a dead man.

The fundraiser is held in a large banquet hall, and Thorn finds himself surrounded by an endless sea of people. The large room is decorated in lavish splendor, and guests are mingling amongst themselves, chatting and laughing. A small orchestra plays in the corner, and waiters carry trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres, circulating through the crowd. Everyone is dressed to impress, and the energy is light and carefree.

You, on the other hand, are not.

Thorn can tell that you're frustrated. Your jaw is clenched, and your shoulders are tense, and he's sure that it's his fault. He doesn't care, though. All that matters is keeping you safe, and if that means pissing you off, then he's fine with that. He'll take your anger over your death any day.

He hasn’t left your side since you arrived, and he's been following you around like a shadow. You've done your best to ignore him, talking and laughing with the guests, and while Thorn doesn't mind, he knows that the rest of the attendees are not as forgiving. They're wary of him, and he can't blame them. He's a big, armored man in a room full of politicians, and he's making no effort to blend in.

You've tried to ditch him, but he's managed to stay one step ahead of you, anticipating your moves. He's not about to let you out of his sight, and he's not about to let you wander off. You're not getting away from him that easily.

As the evening wears on, it's clear that you're growing increasingly irritated, but Thorn is enjoying himself. Or as much as he can be. For once, he's not the one who's on the back foot, and he's reveling in the way you're struggling to maintain your composure. You're usually so calm and collected, but now you're frustrated and annoyed, and he's finding it extremely entertaining.

"Would you relax?” you hiss, glancing up at him. You're both standing in a corner, near the buffet table, and Thorn is doing his best to keep an eye on the crowd.

"No," he replies, his gaze sweeping the room.

"You're making people nervous," you explain, and he can't help but smirk. His helmet tilts down to look at your face, and his amusement only grows when he sees the frown on your lips.

"Am I?"

"Yes," you say, rolling your eyes.

"I'm just doing my job," he says innocently.

"It's not your job to make everyone uncomfortable," you retort, and Thorn shrugs.

"Sorry," he says, not feeling the least bit sorry. "It's a side effect."

"Don't give me that," you snap. "I'm not an idiot. You're enjoying this."

He's not going to lie. He is. It's amusing, watching you try and maintain your composure, and the fact that he's the cause is even better. You're not used to not getting your way, and it's refreshing. Besides, it's nice to have the upper hand for once. He plans to take full advantage of it.

"You're being paranoid, Senator," he says, and you scoff, turning your attention back to the room. Someone catches your eye across the room, and you give a brilliant smile and gentle wave. They wave back, and you turn away, returning your attention to Thorn.

“I’m not the one who’s paranoid," you mutter. There’s a smile on your face, but Thorn can hear the annoyance in your voice. "This is a party, Commander. Not a battlefield."

He snorts. "With you around, they might as well be the same thing."

You glare at him, and he smirks. 

"We’re going to be here for a while. Mingle."

"I'm not going anywhere.”

"I have a lot of important people to talk to, and you can’t hover over my shoulder the entire time," you say, a challenge in your tone.

He lifts his chin. "Watch me."

You glare at him, and he shrugs, not bothering to hide his amusement. You're angry, and frustrated, and he can't help but revel in it. He's been dealing with your shit for weeks, and he's not going to let you off the hook so easily.

"Wouldn't you rather be enjoying yourself, instead of standing here, staring at me?" you ask, trying a different tactic.

He scoffs. "Hardly."

"Commander," you say, your voice dropping low. You give him a heated look, and he swallows hard, his stomach twisting. "Please."

It's the first time you've asked nicely, and the sound of your voice saying the word is enough to make him pause. You're pleading with him, and while he knows it's only a tactic, a way to get him to bend to your will, he can't help but think about how much he'd like to hear you say that word again. In a different context. With less clothing.

He shakes his head, clearing the thought from his mind. "Nice try," he says, his voice rough. "But no."

You let out a frustrated noise, and Thorn snorts a laugh that hisses through the vocoder. He can see the wheels turning in your head, and he waits, curious to see what else you'll try.

"Fine," you say after a moment. "But don't blame me when this starts getting boring."

“Don’t worry, I find politics fascinating. I would love nothing more than to watch the next two hours pass in a blur of bureaucracy and nonsense,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Truly, it is my favorite part of this job."

You glare at him, and he gives you a smug look, even though you can't see it. He crosses his arms over his chest and shrugs, leaning closer.

"Go on," he challenges. "Entertain me."

You narrow your eyes, and then you let out a breath, smoothing down the front of your gown. The gown he picked out for you. Thorn follows the motion of your hands, watching as they trail down your body, and he swallows, his throat suddenly dry.

"You're impossible," you grumble.

"Only when I'm right," he replies, and you roll your eyes.

"If you're so insistent on watching, you should find a better spot. I can't imagine that standing right behind me is the most exciting view," you say, and Thorn tilts his head.

"I like the view just fine," he murmurs. The words are out of his mouth before he realizes it, and he curses himself, hoping that his voice didn't sound too suggestive. But when the anger in your eyes shifts into something far more wicked, he knows that his hope is in vain.

"Why, thank you, Commander. It's always nice to get compliments from a handsome man," you say sweetly, a teasing smile on your lips. You lean in closer, your hand resting lightly on his arm. You look him up and down, your gaze sweeping over his form, and Thorn feels a flush rising in his cheeks. "I like the view, too."

Thorn stares at you, his brain short-circuiting, and he tries not to react. But his body betrays him, and he can feel the heat in his face spreading to his ears and neck. He's having a hard time remembering why he's supposed to be annoyed with you, or why he can't take you against the nearest wall. The dress he chose is doing him no favors, either.

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head, trying to regain his composure. "Save the flattery, Senator. It's not going to work."

You pout, but there's a glimmer of mischief in your eyes. "Oh? And what if I meant it?"

His heart skips a beat, and his gaze drops to your lips. You're standing so close, and all he wants to do is pull you against him, to taste the wine on your tongue and feel the warmth of your body.

"Then we'd both be in trouble," he says softly, and you grin.

"Would that be so bad?"

Yes. No. Yes.

Kriff.

He doesn't know anymore. His brain is filled with static, and he can't think clearly. The only thing that seems real is you, and the way your gaze is fixed on him, the way your fingers are tracing idle patterns on his arm.

"Senator," he grumbles, and your eyes crinkle at the edges. You give him a smile that's far too innocent for the way you're looking at him.

"Yes, Commander?"

"Stop."

"Stop what?"

"Whatever this is," he says, gesturing vaguely between the two of you.

You raise a brow, tilting your head as your hand falls away. "I'm not doing anything."

"You're doing something," he growls, and you give him a coy smile.

"And what am I doing, exactly?"

"You're..."

Thorn trails off, not sure how to answer. He's not sure how to describe what's happening, but it's definitely not innocent. It's not the first time you've teased him, or tested his resolve, or even made a flirtatious comment toward him, but it's the first time you've done so with such...intent.

There's a heat in your eyes that's undeniable, and Thorn can't tell if it's genuine, or if it's just a tactic to get him to leave you alone. You're a master manipulator, after all, and you've been known to use your charm and beauty to get what you want. He wouldn't put it past you to use the same tactics on him.

You're dangerous, he thinks, tearing his eyes away from you and looking out at the crowd. You're dangerous, and he's walking a fine line. He needs to get a grip, and fast, or he's going to lose his mind.

"You're playing a game," he finally says, his voice hoarse. He refuses to look at you, but he can practically feel the way your smile widens.

"I am a politician," you tease, and Thorn's jaw clenches. "We all play games."

"And what’s the objective?" he asks, his gaze shifting back to you. You meet his eyes, your own filled with something he can't quite name. Something warm and inviting and enticing.

You lift a shoulder, the movement slow and graceful. "Isn't it obvious, Commander?"

Thorn swallows, his pulse racing. He wants to ask you, to push you for an answer, but he can't bring himself to do it. He's not sure if he's ready for what you'll say, or what it will mean. For him. For both of you.

"No," he finally admits, and you smile, a genuine one this time. There's something soft in your eyes, something warm and affectionate, and Thorn feels a rush of warmth in his chest.

"I guess you'll have to figure it out," you say, and then you turn away from him. 

Your eyes land on a figure in the crowd, and Thorn can tell that you've found a new target. Your shoulders square, and a look of determination crosses your face, a bright smile on your lips.

You're back in politician mode, and the sudden change in demeanor is startling. You move through the crowd, weaving effortlessly through the guests, and Thorn follows, trailing a step behind. You greet everyone warmly, and they respond in kind, all smiles and laughter.

It's amazing, watching you work. You're charming and charismatic, and you seem to know exactly what to say to get the reaction you want. People flock to you, eager to please, and you encourage them, making them feel special. It's a show, but it's also an art, and Thorn can't help but be impressed.

He can't deny that there's something magnetic about you, and the more he watches, the more he's drawn to you. It's hard to believe that just moments ago, you were flirting with him, teasing him, making him want you. Now, you're all business, and it's clear that your goal is to win over the room.

It doesn't take long before you're surrounded by a group of politicians, all vying for your attention. They're chatting, discussing the latest news and gossip, and Thorn hangs back, watching silently. You seem to be enjoying yourself, and you're clearly in your element, but there's a tension in your shoulders that gives away the facade.

You're good, but he's better. He's been studying you, learning your tells, and now that he knows what to look for, it's easy to see through the mask. He can see the strain, the fatigue, and the subtle signs of boredom. You're putting on a show, and while everyone else is buying it, Thorn can see right through it.

You're smiling, but it's forced, and the look in your eyes is sharp and calculating. You're not as relaxed as you appear, and Thorn knows that the night has worn on you more than you're letting on. You glance in his direction, and when your eyes meet, he swears he sees something akin to relief cross your features. You blink, and the look is gone, but Thorn can't shake the feeling that something has changed between the two of you.

He watches as you continue to talk with the group, and a sense of protectiveness wells up inside him. He's not sure what's going on, or why you're putting on such a show, but he's not going to let anything happen to you. Not on his watch.

After several more minutes, the group starts to disperse, and Thorn moves forward, taking up his usual position beside you. You glance at him, and he catches a glimpse of something in your eyes before you look away, a smile still on your lips. He wonders if you're as relieved to have him nearby as he is.

"Are we done here?" he asks, his voice low.

"Almost," you reply, and he lets out a soft huff.

"What are you planning?"

You look at him, a smirk on your face. "Wouldn't you like to know."

He rolls his eyes, and then he leans closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're not getting away from me that easily."

Your eyes widen, and you swallow hard, and Thorn feels a wave of satisfaction. He's got you now, and he's not letting go.

You stare at him, a mixture of emotions flashing across your face, and then you give him a coy smile, lifting your chin.

"We'll see about that," you hum. "I can be very resourceful."

"Not tonight," he growls.

You narrow your eyes, and then you turn, walking towards another group of people.

Thorn follows, and the two of you fall into an uneasy rhythm. You make your way through the crowd, talking and laughing with the other attendees, and Thorn trails along behind, a silent, ever-present shadow. You're charming, and charismatic, and while Thorn is impressed by your skill, he's also irritated.

You keep glancing at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes, and each time you do, his stomach twists and his blood heats. You're doing it on purpose, and it's working. You're pushing his buttons, and it's taking all his willpower to resist the temptation.

It's a dangerous game, but Thorn finds himself enjoying it. It's stupid, and he knows it, but he can't help but feel a little bit special.

You're the most powerful, beautiful woman in the room, and you're giving him attention. You're teasing him, and flirting with him, and driving him crazy, and the fact that you're the only one who can make him feel this way is both thrilling and terrifying.

It's wrong. You're his charge, and he's supposed to be protecting you, not fantasizing about all the things he wants to do with you. But he can't help it. Every time you look at him, or touch him, or say his name, it's like a switch is flipped inside him. His body reacts, and his mind goes blank, and he finds himself wanting more.

It's addicting, and he's not sure he can ever go back to the way things were before. The idea of it is painful, and he doesn't want to think about it.

So he doesn't.

Instead, he focuses on the present, and on the way you make him feel. He tries to ignore the guilt, and the shame, and the embarrassment, and he allows himself to get lost in the moment. You're the most captivating woman in the room, and you're choosing him, of all people, and he's not about to question it.

There's a small voice in the back of his mind, warning him that this is a bad idea, that it's wrong, and dangerous, and it's only going to end in heartbreak and pain. But he ignores it, and instead, he lets himself get swept up in the fantasy.

He imagines what it would be like, to kiss you, and hold you, and make love to you. He thinks about what it would feel like, to have your body pressed against his, to have you writhing underneath him, to have you begging for more.

And, more than anything, he thinks about what it would be like to call you his. To be able to hold your hand, and kiss you whenever he wanted, and wake up next to you every morning. To be the man who makes you laugh, and cry, and scream.

It's a nice dream, and Thorn lets himself live in it for a while. It's the only thing that keeps him from going insane, and it's the only thing that helps him forget about the reality of his situation. It's a fantasy, and it's never going to come true, but he's not going to deny himself the pleasure of imagining it.

The party ends without incident, with Thorn escorting you out. He can't help but notice the way your eyes linger on him, and the way you smile when he takes your hand, helping you into the speeder. It's the same as it always is, and yet, everything feels different. There's an energy between the two of you, and it's palpable. Thorn can feel it, and he's sure that you can, too.

The ride back to the compound is quiet, and Thorn finds himself unable to tear his eyes away from you. You're sitting across from him, your gaze fixed out the window, and your hands resting in your lap. He's not sure if you're thinking about him, or about the party, or about the attack, but whatever it is, it has a smile playing on your lips, and Thorn finds himself mirroring it.

He can't stop staring at you. He knows it's not appropriate, and he knows that you're not going to reciprocate, but he can't bring himself to care. You're gorgeous, and he's captivated. And, judging by the way you keep glancing at him, you know it, and you don't seem to mind.

The speeder arrives at the compound, and Thorn exits first, holding out a hand to help you. You smile, taking his hand and allowing him to guide you out of the vehicle. He holds onto your hand, his thumb rubbing small circles into the soft skin, and you look up at him, the corners of your lips quirking up.

"Thank you, Commander," you say, your voice low.

Thorn nods, not trusting himself to speak. He doesn't know what he would say, anyway. His thoughts are all jumbled, and he's having a hard time focusing on anything other than the way your hand feels in his.

You release his hand, and Thorn lets out a soft sigh. He doesn't want to let go, and he's tempted to reach out and grab your hand again, but he resists the urge.

You start to walk towards the entrance, and Thorn follows, keeping pace with you. Burst and Knock greet the two of you, and then step aside, allowing you to enter.

Thorn trails behind you, his eyes glued to your form, and the sway of your hips. He can't stop thinking about what it would feel like, to bury himself inside you, to make you scream his name, and the images are so vivid, and so powerful, that he nearly trips over his own feet.

He manages to stay upright, but just barely. Burst lets out a snicker, and Knock turns his helmet skyward, shaking his head. Thorn feels his face burn, and he grumbles something under his breath, hurrying after you. He doesn't bother saying goodnight, and you don't bother acknowledging him. The door closes in his face, and he's left standing in the hallway, wondering what the hell just happened.

It's the first time in a long while that he doesn't sleep outside your door, and as he lays in his bed, his thoughts are full of you.

Thorn escorts you around the city over the next few days, sticking close by your side, and the tension between the two of you is palpable. You're not talking about the party, and neither is he, but there's no denying that something has shifted between the two of you. There's an awareness, and a heat, and a longing that can't be ignored.

You're flirting with him, openly and shamelessly, and Thorn can't help but flirt back. He's always been a bit of a smartass, and you seem to enjoy it, so he's not going to hold back.

The two of you are sitting in the speeder, heading towards the parliament building, and you're chatting away, regaling him with a story from the previous day. It's something silly and inconsequential, but Thorn is hanging on your every word. He loves listening to you talk, and he loves the way your face lights up when you're excited.

"You should have seen him," you laugh. "I've never seen a Devaronian turn that shade of red before."

Thorn chuckles, his eyes crinkling. "I can imagine."

"He was practically steaming," you say, shaking your head. "I thought he was going to burst into flames."

"It's not his fault," he says, and you give him a curious look. "You have that effect on people."

You raise a brow. "Oh, do I?"

"You know you do," he says, and you smirk, a playful gleam in your eyes.

"Maybe," you tease. "But I like hearing you say it."

Thorn tilts his head, his mouth quirking up at the corners. "Is that right?"

"It is," you hum. You lean forward, a smile playing on your lips, and he can't help but lean in as well, his elbows bracing on his knees. He's drawn to you like a magnet, and he doesn't bother resisting the pull.

He can't believe how brazen you're being, but he's not complaining. Whatever happened between the two of you at the party has emboldened you, and Thorn is more than happy to indulge you. While a part of him is screaming that this is a terrible idea, a larger, louder part is cheering him on. He's enjoying this, and he doesn't want it to stop.

"Are you flirting with me, Senator?" he asks, his voice low and teasing.

You laugh, and then you sit back, a grin on your face. "That depends, Commander," you say, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Is it working?"

Thorn chuckles, leaning back as well. "Keep trying."

The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them, and a thrill runs through him. He can't believe he's actually flirting with you, but it feels so good, and it's been so long since anyone has shown him this kind of attention. And while it feels like he's walking on thin ice, he can't seem to stop himself. You look at him like he's the only man in the world, and he wants more. He wants all of it.

You stare at him for a moment, and then you laugh again, shaking your head. The sound is soft and sweet, and Thorn feels his stomach flutter. You're smiling at him, and he smiles back, and the tension in the air shifts into something less charged, and more warm and comfortable.

The speeder pulls up in front of the parliament building, and the driver announces your arrival. Thorn steps out first, offering you his hand, and you take it. Your fingers curl around his gloved ones, and you hold on tight, letting him guide you out of the vehicle. 

As the two of you make your way inside, your hand finds its usual spot on his arm, and Thorn finds himself leaning into the touch. The gesture is familiar and comforting, and it makes his heart beat a little faster. He's always liked physical contact, and while his brothers aren't as tactile, you certainly are. And he likes the way it makes him feel. Safe and cared for. Wanted.

You enter the main chamber, and the debate begins. You take your usual spot, and Thorn stands nearby, watching as your planet's politicians argue back and forth. They're talking about security, and the latest reports of violence, and Thorn can't help but scoff. These people are supposed to be in charge, and yet they're arguing like children.

He glances at you, and you catch his eye, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. He leans toward you, and you shift closer, tilting your head in his direction.

"They're a bunch of idiots, aren't they?" he whispers, his voice barely audible.

You smirk, a wicked gleam in your eyes. "They're not all idiots," you murmur, and Thorn raises a brow, amused. "Just most of them."

Thorn lets out a huff of laughter, and you bite your lip, trying to suppress a grin. He can't believe how comfortable you are with him now, compared to the beginning of the month. It's a stark contrast, and Thorn can't help but think about how nice it would be, to always have this version of you. The version who teases him, and makes him laugh, and gives him sly, knowing looks.

The session drags on, and Thorn tries not to fall asleep. He's bored out of his mind, and the politicians are going back and forth, tossing around ideas and arguments that don't make any sense. One of them proposes a new security measure, and another shoots it down, and the third brings up an old regulation that was scrapped years ago. It's a mess, and he doesn't understand why anyone would ever want to be a part of it.

He lets out a sigh, and you glance at him, amusement dancing in your eyes. He gives you a helpless look, and you smirk, a playful look on your face.

"Something to share?" you whisper, and Thorn lets out a huff.

"These debates are a waste of time," he grumbles.

"Maybe," you hum. "But they're necessary. This is how we get things done."

"You're smarter than them," he says, and you shrug.

"So are you," you reply, and Thorn feels a rush of warmth in his chest. He's not used to people seeing him for anything other than his size, or his strength, or his ability to fight. "What do you suggest?"

He's taken aback, and he hesitates, not sure what to say. He's not used to being asked his opinion, and he's certainly not used to his suggestions being considered. But you're looking at him with genuine curiosity, and he knows that you're not patronizing him.

"Security sweeps," he says, and you raise a brow, urging him to continue. "Increase the number of patrols, and add more checkpoints. We noticed a spike in crime along the western district a couple weeks ago, so that's where they need to focus their attention."

"What else?"

"More cameras," he says. "They're helpful, and the footage can be reviewed by officers. If something seems off, or if a particular person is spotted multiple times, then they can investigate."

You nod, a thoughtful expression on your face. "Interesting. What else?"

He tells you about some of the other ideas he's had, and you listen, a look of concentration on your face. You whisper back and forth, the conversation continuing in low, hushed tones, and Thorn feels a surge of pride. He's not sure why you're interested in his opinion, but he's happy to share it. And when you stand and clear your throat, raising your hand to interrupt the current speaker, he can't help but grin.

"Yes, Senator?" the Speaker says, his eyes wide. The room falls silent, and all eyes are on you.

"We have a suggestion," you say, gesturing toward Thorn. "A better use of our resources."

"We?" the Speaker repeats, confusion in his voice. He glances at Thorn, and then back at you.

"Commander Thorn has been assisting me with my safety, and he's been paying close attention to the reports and crime statistics," you say, a note of pride in your voice. "He's one of the best the Coruscant Guard has to offer, and he has some valuable insight that would be in your best interest to hear."

The Speaker stares at you, and then he turns to Thorn, a skeptical look on his face. Thorn straightens, his chest puffing out a little. He can feel the eyes of the other politicians on him, and he tries not to let it get to him. You're vouching for him, and he's not about to let you down.

"Very well," the Speaker says, a dismissive tone in his voice. "What are your suggestions, Commander?"

Thorn lays out his plan, his voice strong and confident. He explains the security measures he's proposed, and the reasoning behind them. He highlights the areas that have seen the most criminal activity, the places that would benefit the most from additional surveillance, and he points out the flaws in the current system.

The Speaker listens, and the other politicians murmur amongst themselves, their faces thoughtful. When Thorn finishes, the Speaker nods, a slight smile on his face.

"Thank you, Commander," he says. "We'll take your suggestions into consideration."

Thorn inclines his head, and then he steps back, resuming his place behind your chair. You look at him over your shoulder, a smile on your face, and a hint of pride in your eyes, and Thorn can't help but feel a swell of affection.

It's a small thing, but it means the world to him.

Later that evening, as he's escorting you back to the compound, you tell him about a new idea you've come up with. He listens as you discuss the logistics, and he offers suggestions and feedback, and you bounce ideas off each other, testing out different scenarios and outcomes. It's refreshing, having someone to talk to who isn't his brothers, who actually cares about what he has to say. He likes feeling useful, and he likes feeling respected. And, most of all, he likes the fact that it's coming from you.

You're not the person he thought you were, and Thorn finds himself feeling a sense of gratitude and appreciation for the time he's spent with you. It's been difficult, at times maddening, but it's also been one of the best experiences of his life. You've pushed him, and challenged him, and forced him to grow, and he can't help but admire you for it.

It's a strange thing, feeling this way about someone. It's overwhelming and confusing, but there's also a sense of clarity and comfort that comes with it. Thorn isn't sure what to make of it. All he knows is that he doesn't want it to end.

But the truth is, he doesn't have a choice.

The realization that hits him hard as he escorts you back to your quarters. He hadn't been keeping track of the days, not anymore, but he knows that his time is running out. 

Your time on your home planet is coming to an end, and soon they’ll all be back on the cruiser. Then, Thorn won't have the luxury of being so close to you. He'll be expected to return to his regular duties, and you'll go back to your normal life, and the thought of it is nearly enough to make him sick.

He doesn't want things to change, and he doesn't want to lose the budding connection the two of you have. But, more than anything, he wants to be able to tell you how he feels. He wants to be able to tell you that he's falling for you, and that he wants to be with you, and that he'd do anything for you.

He just doesn't know how.

And the truth is, he's not even sure if he's brave enough to try.

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[roturo]

Chishiya x reader where y/n is younger than chishiya and he teases her about it and they eventually fuck sknejrmtkrnf

TELL ME

“It seems like a dream, you’re loving me.”

CHISHIYA X AFAB! READER

Chishiya is 25 / Reader 19

WARNINGS: SMUT. SEMI-PUBLIC SEX. (Kinda enemies to lovers ¿? And fluff at the end)

You’ve been knowing Chishiya for a while now, mostly because both of you were on the same group and most of the time coincide. 

And it’s pretty obvious you have a crush on him.

But it’s not like you could go with him, ask him out, kiss him, and be boyfriend and girlfriend.

Why? Well, it’s simple: first, he’s like really distant with you. He barely talks! You tried to get closer to him, but it’s like he treats you like a little kid. You’re not a little kid! You’re now 19! And that’s already an adult. 

The only small talks both of you have? it’s insulting eachother!

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You said to him. Do I have something on the face?! You touched your face concerned that you might have some food… that’s so embarrassing. What if he’s laughing about you? Oh nonono.

"Sorry, force of habit. Staring at your stupid face, that is." This son of a bitch! Who does he think he is?! 

“Hey! Both of you. Stop fighting.” Kuina said, I don’t know how she’s been so patient to be spending time with both of you .

“He started it!” You exclaimed pointing at him.

“Has anyone ever mistaken you for being in middle school before?"

“What?” Kuina said,” “what does it have to do with-“

“Oh my god. I can’t stand you anymore Chishiya. Good bye.”

When you were leaving you just could hear him laughing and leaving a very confused Kuina. God… why his laugh is so pretty too?

But. As everything in excess becomes a bad thing, this teasing also become something bad.

Maybe it wasn’t teasing anymore? He might hate you. It’s like, he doesn’t even apologize and just ignores you! 

So, you decided to ignore him for a day, maybe you could see if he really cares about you. It made you really sad that the person that you loved in this world treats you this way. 

. -

“No, I don’t like her. She’s too loud and obnoxious and she’s still young to even understand what’s going on here. I don’t even know why did you accept her being in the group.”

Kuina was indeed schoked. She couldn’t believe Chishiya doesn’t like you. Like, yeah.. he’s not the best showing emotions but he’s not a bad person! Maybe he just needs a little push for him to start talking better to you.

“You’ve been an asshole to her. She’s done everything she can to like you! I don’t understand why you’re so mean to her.”

Am I too harsh? Shit. Maybe I should apologize..

“Whatever.”

. -

Now both of you were at the pool. You were having a nice day not until you saw him. He had his typical swim-trucks and his white jacket that showed just right his collar bone. Stop.

Both of you locked eyes, you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing. Even if you’re mad at him  he still made you weak. He gave you a small sign of ‘come here’ by moving his head slightly to the left.

How could you say no to him? He had you wrapped around his finger.

He lead you to a place far away from the pool where both of you could have some privacy, he seemed different. Was he nervous? Why is he playing too much with his hands in his pockets?

“Look… I just wanted to say-“

Before he could even talk more, you asked him “Those things you said yesterday.. do you mean it?”

Okay. He couldn’t do this anymore.

“I didn’t mean it like that… I was trying to.. tease you.” Because I love you.

“No way in hell. Are you blushing right now?!”  You couldn’t believe this, are you making him blush?! 

“Stop it. I’m not blushing. You’re just making things up.” This is too good to be true. He’s really blushing!

“It’s okay Chishiya, some times we get too far away, and I know you don’t mean it, it’s just that we don’t measure what we say. I already talked it with Arisu about this and-“

“Arisu? What did he said to you?” he interrupted you before you could finish your sentence.

“Umm..” 

. -

“No shit. It’s pretty obvious you have a crush on him..” He said looking at the map and the crossed the areas where you guys have played.

“Then what should I do?”

“Fuck him?”

“Arisu!”

. -

“It doesn’t matter what he told me.. Just so you know i’m not mad at you, I preferred having some distance with you since it’s like pretty obvious I annoy you, so I didn’t wanted to be-“

He shut you down by kissing you and grabbing you by the hips, making your bodies get closer and hotter each second passing.

You spent so many nights trying to hide how you feel, now you’re in this fantasy that you thought could never be real. 

And here you are, locking eyes, both with the same feeling and want. 

“You don’t know how much i’ve been waiting to kiss you. Every time you taunt me it only makes me want you more.” He pulls you again closer to him, you could feel how hard he was getting through his shorts. Detaching himself from your lips, he places open mouth kisses and bites across your shoulders. He lingers over the space between your collarbones, breathing in the scent of your skin along with the perfume.

“Please fuck me ‘taro” This still seems like a dream, you’ve waiting for this moment too long now. 

“You are incredibly beautiful.” He kisses down your neck while holding your arms. As he goes lower you kiss him back. He was so entranced by your everything, he didn’t even notice you pulling down his shorts. They pool at his ankles and he kicks them off, never separating from you. His hands drag down your backside to your thighs, motioning for you to turn around. Once you do, he kisses below your ear while taking off your bikini with his hands.

He spreads your legs with his feet, entering his fingers with no warning. As he pushes his fingers deep inside, you let out a yelp and look down. 

“Chis… chishiya I need you inside me” You moaned when his fingers got that specific place that your small fingers couldn’t reach.

You were about to come, and he could feel that when you’re clenching too hard into his fingers, so in one swift motion he enters inside you and both of you moaned at the feeling. Chishiya snakes his hand over your neck, using his fingers to tilt your head back up. 

The way his brows furrowed as he looked down to where he disappeared inside of you, the flex of his abdomen as he moved his hips, the sweat starting to surface all over his body, all of it made your body heat up.

A particularly rough stroke makes your knees buckle. Chishiya doesn’t let you fall. Instead, he uses his strength to keep you up. Both of you were not too far away from The Pool (but at a private space) but you couldn’t care less if they heard you moan. 

Each thrust makes you take in a breath, your moans and requests come out in stutters. Despite your state, he doesn’t slow down, keeping his fast pace to bring you both to the edge. 

As much as he wants you to come together, the way your walls keep squeezing him makes him want to release right then and there. He can feel your walls flutter, and the way your hips are lifting, trying to separate yourself from him; he knows you’re starting to come.

Both of you came at the same time with one specific thrust that made you see stars. 

He pulls out and helps you getting dressed again and try to seem the most presentable both of you can. You turn around to look him at the eyes. He looks so beautiful right now. His eyes are full of love. He wished you could see yourself like how he sees you. Because you’re perfect for him.

“Chishiya… please tell me, do I like you?”

“You’re the one for me, now and always. I’ll do whatever I can to see you again in the real world. I don’t like you. I want you. I love you.”

. -

“So you indeed fucked!” Arisu said, Kuina bursting out laughing.

Thank god the three of you were at his room because if Chishiya could see how red you are right now, he wouldn’t stop teasing you about it.

[devildomwriter]

What the Other Characters Say About Them

Lucifer

Mammon: “That jerk Lucifer. He's lookin' to string me up again.”

Leviathan: “Lucifer's so reliable. He's been looking out for us ever since we came to the Devildom.”

Satan: “Lucifer gets on my nerves.”

Asmodeus: “Lucifer's the reliable big brother. What would we do without him?”

Beelzebub: “Lately, Lucifer keeps going on about our food bill and warning me not to overeat.”

Belphegor: “I hate Lucifer. He's always getting mad. And he treats me like a child.”

Solomon: “I see that Lucifer used to be quite foul-mouthed. Interesting.”

Simeon: “I'm worried about Lucifer. He has a lot going on.”

Luke: “I don't like Lucifer. Maybe it's just because I didn't know him when he was an angel…”

Barbatos: “Lucifer and the young master share an intimate relationship.”

Diavolo: “I get along well with Lucifer. It feels like I’ve known him forever.”

Mammon

Lucifer: “You could say that getting strung up from the ceiling is Mammon's favorite past-time.”

Leviathan: “Mammon won't give back the money I lent him! How am I supposed to buy that anime now?!”

Satan: “That Mammon. He's always getting into trouble.”

Asmodeus: “Mammon's the unreliable big brother. He's always getting into trouble.”

Beelzebub: “Mammon's a good guy. He sometimes gives me sweets.”

Belphegor: “Mammon... He's a scumbag. But it's fun hanging out with him.”

Solomon: “Mammon's always been obsessed with money….. He hasn't changed much.”

Simeon: “Mammon's gotten even more greedy since coming to the Devildom.”

Luke: “Mammon is such a scumbag. There's no way I could be friends with someone like that.”

Barbatos: “Mammon appears to be quite loose with his money.”

Diavolo: “Mammon’s obsession with wealth is always causing problems for Lucifer.”

Leviathan

Lucifer: “What must I do to get Levi out of his room?”

Mammon: “Levi's always quick to lend me money.”

Satan: “Levi seems to be afraid of me.”

Asmodeus: “Levi…should probably get out more.”

Beelzebub: “Levi can be a surprisingly good brother at times. Like when he shares his food with me.”

Belphegor: “Sometimes I read manga or play games with Levi.”

Solomon: “I didn't realize Leviathan's shut-in tendencies used to be this bad.”

Simeon: “Leviathan's shut-in tendencies have gotten worse.”

Luke: “Leviathan sometimes teaches me stuff about manga and games.”

Barbatos: “Leviathan is always cooped up in his room, so I seldom see his face.”

Diavolo: “Lucifer was wondering how he could get Leviathan out of his room.”

Satan

Lucifer: “What can I do to help Satan get on with his brothers?”

Mammon: “Satan's a walking time bomb… Better not to touch him.”

Leviathan: “Satan's terrifying. Stay away if you value your life.”

Asmodeus: “Satan gets way too angry. It can't be good for his skin.”

Beelzebub: “I wish Satan would get along with everyone.”

Belphegor: “I have a feeling I'm going to get on with Satan. We have a common enemy.”

Solomon: “How did Satan fall into such a state...?”

Simeon: “Satan's always angry. Well, suppose it can't be helped.”

Luke: “Satan's so scary. He's always angry and breaking things.”

Barbatos: “Satan destroyed several furnishings when he visited the castle the other day.”

Diavolo: “It seems like Satan is giving Lucifer a particularly hard time.”

Asmodeus

Lucifer: “Asmo spares no effort when it comes to beauty. If only he would work so hard on other things.”

Mammon: “Asmo was sayin' he's gonna be a trendsetter in the Devildom.”

Leviathan: “Asmo's become a party animal in the Devildom… He's basically living in a different world from me.”

Satan: “I have no quarrel with Asmo. He understands me.”

Beelzebub: “Àsmo's kind. I wish he'd stop telling me to take better care of my appearance, though.”

Belphegor: “Asmo's kind. I always fall asleep when he does my nails.”

Solomon: “Asmo thrives wherever he is. His ability to adapt is amazing.”

Simeon: “Asmodeus is spending more and more time on his looks. I'm worried he might be going a little too far.”

Luke: “I get the feeling that Asmo thinks of me as a toy….”

Barbatos: “Asmodeus is quite knowledgeable about recent trends. I always learn a lot from him.”

Diavolo: “Asmodeus hasn’t been in the Devildom very long, but he’s already very popular.”

Beelzebub

Lucifer: “Beel is driving up our grocery bill…”

Mammon: “Feels like Beel's gotten even more gluttonous since comin' to the Devildom.”

Leviathan: “I like seeing Beel eat so much. I hope he grows big and strong.”

Satan: “All Beel thinks of is food. But that means we have little reason to fight.”

Asmodeus: “It's amazing that Beel can keep his figure when he eats that much.”

Belphegor: “Beel's so reliable. I can't help behaving like a spoiled kid around him.”

Solomon: “It seems that Beelzebub isn't used to Devildom food yet.”

Simeon: “Beelzebub's appetite seems endless. Doesn't he ever get stomachaches?”

Luke: “Beelzebub's really caring! I sometimes make Celestial Ream sweets for him.”

Barbatos: “Beelzebub always eats my cooking with such a blissful expression.”

Diavolo: “Watching Beelzebub eating is truly delightful.”

Belphegor

Lucifer: “Belphie is our adorable little brother. He's going through something of a rebellious phase lately, though.”

Mammon: “Even back when we were angels, Belphie was always lookin' to get spoiled.”

Leviathan: “Belphie's such a little brother character. Everyone's always spoiling him. I'm jelly.”

Satan: “Belphie and I see eye to eye. After all, we have a common foe.”

Asmodeus: “Belphie's cute, isn't he? You can't help wanting to spoil him.”

Beelzebub: “Belphie's my cute little bro. I want to take care of him forever.”

Solomon: “Belphegor is such a typical youngest child.”

Simeon: “I was worried about Belphegor, but he seems to have adapted to the Devildom.”

Luke: “Someone told me that Belphegor and I are competing for the spoilt child spot…”

Barbatos: “I do understand why everyone tends to spoil Belphegor.”

Diavolo: “Everyone cares deeply about Belphegor.”

Solomon

Lucifer: “Solomon, that shrewd sorcerer.”

Mammon: “Solomon.… Ya can't let your guard down around that guy.”

Leviathan: “Solomon's so elusive. You seem to get on okay with him, though.”

Satan: “Solomon… He's the one person I'd rather not argue with.”

Asmodeus: “Solomon has a mysterious charm. I'm kind of intrigued by it.”

Beelzebub: “I've made it a point not to accept food from Solomon.”

Belphegor: “Solomon's so suspicious. You can't trust that guy.”

Simeon: “Solomon seems like he's hiding something. He's so mysterious.”

Luke: “Solomon's a good guy. His sense of taste is just a little…messed up.”

Barbatos: “Solomon is such a fascinating individual.”

Diavolo: “I honestly have no idea what Solomon is thinking.”

Simeon

Lucifer: “I never imagined that Simeon would come to the Devildom as well.”

Mammon: “I didn't think Simeon'd come chasin' after me.”

Leviathan: “I'm amazed at how bad Simeon is with technology… It's actually painful.”

Satan: “Why has Simeon come to the Devildom? I don't understand his goal.”

Asmodeus: “Devildom or Celestial Realm, Simeon's so caring.”

Beelzebub: “I think Simeon was worried about me. He's so kind.”

Belphegor: “Simeon's kind. I'm glad he came and not Raphael.”

Solomon: “I didn't expect to see Simeon in the Devildom. What's going on?”

Luke: “I love Simeon! He's always looking out for me.”

Barbatos: “Simeon and I are similar in that we both enjoy taking care of others.”

Diavolo: “Simeon… I never thought he’d come to the Devildom.”

Luke

Lucifer: “I don't know Luke well, but he seems to get on well with Simeon.”

Mammon: “Luke reminds me of somethin'... Oh yeah, a Chihuahua!”

Leviathan: “It's impossible to leave Luke alone. It's like he's asking for attention!”

Satan: “I can't handle Luke. He's so innocent that just looking at him annoys me.”

Asmodeus: “I sometimes do Luke's nails and hair for him.”

Beelzebub: “Nothing beats Luke's sweets. I wish he'd bake more often.”

Belphegor: “Luke's been picking fights with my brothers since he began living with us.”

Solomon: “To think that Luke would accompany Simeon...”

Simeon: “I didn't expect Luke to come with me. I must protect him.”

Barbatos: “Luke has a talent for baking. There is so much that I would love to teach him.”

Diavolo: “It seems that Luke and Barbatos share some hobbies.”

Barbatos

Lucifer: “There are times when I have no idea what Barbatos is thinking.”

Mammon: “I have no idea what goes through Barbatos's head.”

Leviathan: “If this were an anime, Barbatos would be the secret boss.”

Satan: “I don't understand Barbatos. The less I have to do with him, the better.”

Asmodeus: “Barbatos has a lovely face, don't you think?”

Beelzebub: “I love the food and sweets that Barbatos makes.”

Belphegor: “Barbatos can be scary sometimes. It's like he sees through everything.”

Solomon: “I have a funny feeling about Barbatos.”

Simeon: “Barbatos often spends time with Luke. I'm grateful.”

Luke: “Barbatos is my baking teacher!”

Diavolo: “Barbatos is my loyal butler. He’s very competent.”

Diavolo

Lucifer: “I get on well with Diavolo. We go way back, to before I came to the Devildom.”

Mammon: “Lord Diavolo's pretty easygoin' for the future king of the Devildom.”

Leviathan: “Lord Diavolo has so many qualities I'll never have. He's one of those super-charismatic types.”

Satan: “Lucifer and Lord Diavolo seem to be on good terms. Apparently, Lucifer's asked for his advice about me.”

Asmodeus: “Lord Diavolo's cool, isn't he? In a sort of chivalrous way!”

Beelzebub: “Diavolo's pretty jacked. l'd like to work out with him someday.”

Belphegor: “Lord Diavolo…..probably wouldn't get on with me. He gets along with Lucifer, though.”

Solomon: “Diavolo hasn't changed in the slightest. He seems to be concerned about Lucifer, though.”

Simeon: “Diavolo seems like a good demon. I'm glad the future king is someone decent.”

Luke: “Diavolo's kind, but he's still kind of intimidating.”

Barbatos: “Lord Diavolo is very dear to me. I wish to serve him forever.”

[hepaidattention]

my chaotic obx4 part 1 thoughts.... without any order

OBX Spoilers!!!

JJ's name is Jackson............????????? WHATS HIS MIDDLE NAME

jiara is everything. they are my everything. they literally are all we ever wanted. would never complain for more kissing maybe, okay just slightly. like a kiss on the cheek even. but they are perfect. perfection.

ruthie. you don't even have to listen to jj's threats honey. because it's KIARA you should really be scared of. wrong pogue to make an enemy of.

protective jj makes me just.... ugh. he will do ANYTHING crazy and thoughtless and dangerous but if kiara wants to he's gonna be level headed and try to talk her out of it. he's a presh bean

absolutely love Kiara Carrera and absolutely hate her parents. wouldn't expect anything less from our girl, but the fact that her parents said "don't come back unless he's gone" and she said "okay bye then" and never looked back is just. I love her. I love jiara.

the writers really said "lets make jj's mom dead and oh yeah that asshole dad? not his real dad - raised him out of the goodness of his heart, then beat him. yeah but NO no no no noNO no sarah can't be his sister. the fans want that too bad."

the way kiara put up a pillow to make out with JJ (or more *wink*) in the chamber pod thingy *chefs kiss* and the way she and JJ had traded places, of course implying that there was definitely some rolling around going on in there *wink* best part imo (just woulda been better if we had seen them kiss but its fine IM FINE) I'm just a slut for some kiss scenes that's all. I honestly didn't even feel like their dynamic needs it. I just like to see that kissing content

I actually really love the dynamics this season. They have THREE couples in the main group and they've done amazing not making it feel like that, tbh. Though I did get frustrated because I COULD use a little more PDA sometimes, it also (especially for JJ and Kie) makes perfect sense for their characters. Plus, as friends first (and friends for so long), it's nice watching them get to slowly be more comfortable in showing affection beyond closed doors.

I know Rafe is crazy. really I do. but I really want him to become good. I love how this girl has seemed to help that, too. she's a pogue and he doesn't care - like he does but he loves her anyway and it's helped him realize why Sarah did what she did. being a pogue doesn't really change who you are. He also has shown remorse for hating on pogues, like the whole beach scene. I saw someone say they didn't understand the point but I think the point was to show us Rafe and his gf (forgot her name I'm so sorry girly), and show how mad she became, and for Rafe to realize maybe this whole pogue vs kook thing was STUPID and hurtful. It also seems to have to do with Topper development but I kind hate Topper so I don't care about him lolll

still not over the jiara kiss. THEY"VE BEEN TOGETHER FOR ALMOST 2 FUCKING YEARS.

JJ. Babe. I love you. But you have dated that girl for 2 years and have not taken her out on a date???? I know, I get it, you've been very busy building a life. BUT HONEY. tsk tsk. Treat her right, sir.

Absolutely love how soft he gets towards her.

Pope: scolding

JJ: I KNOW MAN I DON'T NEED TO HEAR THIS ALRIGHT??? I DID WHAT I DID AND I DIDN'T DO NOTHING WRONG

JB: argues

JJ: IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT ACTUALLY

Kie: scolds

JJ: you're right baby I'm so sorry I'm just trying to help

the pogues being pogues. this season feels very fanfic in the best ways. like we actually got all of them living together in one house???? all just being best buds and loving one another platonically (and romantically)???? and I'm just. I love it. it's what we all asked for and it was worth the wait (tho the wait has been very very long)

it's the way Sarah and JB put up a seashell to let them know they're busy *wink* and Kiara almost walks in and says it's getting excessive IMPLYING that Sarah and Kie are roommates. which that makes me cackle because now I think JJ and JB are roommates and Kie and Sarah are roommates but JB stays in Sarah's room so much that Kie basically lives in JB and JJs room

cannot get over how solid jiara is. they're just... they're just right. they fit. and now that they've been together for 2 years working crap out, there's no silly early dating drama. it's just JJ being JJ, or Kie being Kie, and they both know each other so well they know there's not a reason to even argue. like JJ didn't even fight Kie on diving because he knew he couldn't fight her. she's too stubborn. just like Kie knows there's no need in getting mad at JJ when he does something wreckless because he does something like all the time. she knows talking to him calmly is the only way to even reach him anyway.

JJ: does something stupid

Sarah: "your bf's doing something stupid again"

Kie: "I know this and I love him."

cannot wait to see how they all get back together, or how Kie and JJ reunite, or how Kie will react to the news, or Rafe will help with this adventure, and how JJ will meet his dad (even though I wish it was Shoupe and not the random evil dude).

Also. They WOULD give JJ a death curse. SMH.

[traceofexistence]

After reading your post about Faye, I almost got a sense of deja-vu because I also had a similar rant about it.

Like that woman has been publicly out for a few years, privately even more (imo it was probably an open secret before she publicity came out). And no matter how "open" Thailand is for lgbtq ppl it's always a risk to come out, especially if you are already in a public light.

It's not Faye's, Yoko's, or 9star's problem that some people got "tricked" by other gl couple, and now in their opinion everyone is being fake and just doing it for "money."  And no matter how open and transparent any of them are (9star/fayeyoko), nothing is good enough for those people. Because like I've said they have been too delusional and were fucked over by other gl couples and their companies/studios.

So now that you have a openly out woman who is with a company that actually treats her and Yoko like human beings and doesn't rely on some stupid tricks so that they earn more money some people don't know how to behave. And in some instances are jealous because why couldn't my faves have company be like that. But that's just my opinion.

this

and because I'm weird like that I dont block the trolls I try to study their behaviour (knowing your enemies type of tactic on my party)

one particular on twitter was yapping about how Faye is in secret relationship with her salon partner (the way these assholes bullied that poor woman🤬) and she's cheating on her with yoko and yada yada yada, and how they are an excellent investigator. and their whole proof was couple of photos she had with Faye doing literally nothing LOL

so I looked at their older tweets, and boom they were a fan of another GL couple, and then they saw one of those actresses in pictures with a guy (again nothing explicit) and they started going off about how they were lied on, but to my understanding that other loveteam were like "we are single, we are phi-nong" the same way fayeyoko say (and I personally believe them because I simply dont ship)

so whether these people had "their dreams crushed" or they built a whole ass delusion to be mad about when it didn't come true is unclear to me.

and all the trolls I have seen look like they are disappointed from other GLs and apply the same bs on our girls

to conclude, I really do thing FayeYoko are nothing currently beyond phi-nong as they say

Faye has been saying she's single for years, that falling in love is hard for her, and be with people because she works too much, so I believe that

and Yoko doesn't care enough to lie about her status and she's been saying shes single since day one, and funnily enough the same trolls got mad that she said so again recently and called her names etc.

last but not least according to thai people, only very recently Thailand became somewhat open about LGBTQ. and still old people are conservative. coming out is coming out.

as for Faye, her family knew she was dating a girl early on. she said she didn't have to tell her mom, because her sister who (was very little at the time, asked her mom, and mom said "Faye is old enough now and she knows what she's doing" something along those lines and her baby sister told Faye back LOL so the cat was out of the bag soon, and her GF at the time was close to Faye's mom and sisters. her coming out to the public was around 2021~22 and after she got permission by the MGT boss, not to mention that with her coming out she paved the way for other MGT girls to be open up as well (two of her friends Lux, and Engfa for example)

[junhyukiscute]

ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS with Jungwon

SUMMARY. you start ignoring jungwon and he doesn’t like it.

it’s a well known fact that jungwon and you didn’t get along. whenever you tried discussing in class, he’d refute your claims with better statements. whenever he was talking to students and staff, you’d call him out on his artificial behavior. however with your grades not being the best, you stopped taking time out of your day fighting with jungwon to better them. eventually and unknowingly, you just stopped acknowledging the boy in general. it went on for a good period until he was standing at your library table.

“(y/n), let’s talk,” jungwon said.

“sorry, kind of busy right now,” you said, tilted your head towards the stack of projects you’ve been procrastinating on while trying to beat your high score on subway surfers.

“too busy to spare a few minutes for me?” he scoffs. “you’re not even doing real work.”

you place your phone down and raise a brow at him. “what’s your problem?”

“my problem?” he asks, almost in disbelief. “what’s your problem, (l/n)? you suddenly stop with your remarks, and start ignoring me altogether. it’s like I never even existed to you and no matter what I've tried doing, I get no response. did I do something to make you mad? tell me, because I can’t stand this,” he angrily replies.

you blinked, taken aback by the rapid fire. “you came.. to talk about me not talking.. to you?”

“oh good, your brain still works.”

“I don’t understand why you don’t treat others the same way you do with me,” you shake your head, “that president persona doesn’t really sui-”

“it’s because you’re not like the others, (y/n)!” he snaps, “how can I when they’re not the one I like?!”

“wait, you li-”

“yes, I like you, (y/n). I like you so much that i wanted to do anything to get you to continue talking to me, even if it meant having to start a fight. I like you so much to the point that even a crude comment from you would make my day and it felt like hell when you started ignoring me. I don’t know why I still like you so much when you don’t give me the time of day anymore!”

you watched as he regained his breath, huffing out of anger and his tears glossed over with frustration. tired from his outburst, he pulled out the chair and sat across from you and leaned his head back. “I can’t do this anymore. just.. tell me what I did wrong, please, (y/n). don’t make me a stranger.”

you pursed your lips in thought. was it really that bad? tentatively, you place your hand on top of jungwon’s. “I'm sorry, jungwon. I just wanted to get my grades up before I focus on anything else. i didn’t realize that it would take so long, nor would it result in ignoring you, which I had no intention of.”

“I could’ve helped you,” he mumbles.

“not with that mean attitude you’d give me,” you tease. he lets out a broken chuckle before looking at your hand on top of his clutched ones.

“I'm sorry, too. I shouldn’t have taken this approach, I should’ve been nicer to you.”

“hey, it’s all good. at least now I know that the famous president doesn’t actually hate me. he actually seems to like me a lot!” jungwon lets out a groan and places his head down on the desk. you let out a chuckle at his response and ruffle his black locks. “this side of you is really cute, it’s new.”

he raises his head up, “well, I can show you all kinds of sides to me if you wanted.”

“what are you implying, yang?”

he takes your hand off his head to intertwine them with his. bathing at how his almost cover yours completely, he looks at you earnestly. this time, his eyes shine, not with the devious mischief you’re used to, but with absolute adoration.

“give me a chance, (l/n). let me show you that im not the annoying class president, but the boy who likes you very much.”

a/n: reading this reminded me of a “what could’ve been” from my part two if jungwon had been more confrontational... unless? 🤪 an alternate reality

[icystorm76]

Inertia is here!

Chapter 1 done! I'm actually somewhat proud of this, which is rare for me and my work. This is the longest single chapter I've ever written, which is cool! This chapter is a lot of setup, but it's necessary for the fic. I tried to keep the exact rehashing of content to a minimum. That might have screwed with the pacing a bit, but I think it's ok. 

Now for the specific notes. Read the chapter first then come back to read this. 

I love Dipper and therefore I'm going to hurt him. That's kinda how it goes with my characters. I love them and they suffer for it. Don't worry, he's going to come out of it with more questionable parental figures and less morals!

I definitely had trouble with Mabel's character in this. I love her so much and I didnt want to paint her in a bad light, but it was almost necessary. She's a 12 year old, so not exactly perfect. Another factor was the fact that she simply didn't know how bad it was outside the bubble until it was too late. Those factors combined to make a bad call on her part. I absolutely have big plans for her in this fic so don't worry, she will make up for it.

I have slightly less love for Stan. The love is still there, but the way he sometimes treats Dipper really rubs me the wrong way. I recently rewatched the show and there's SO MANY instances of Mabel and Stan teaming up to make fun of Dipper. Mabel is 12 and his twin, so she's understandable, but Stan doing it has always made me kinda angry. He's a grown ass man bullying a 12 year old kid. This is my fic so i'm going to force him through some character development.

I've also decided to make a playlist for this fic. Each chapter I'm going to add two songs so here are the first two!

Little Lion Man- A song about growing up and suffering because of it. Dippers going through a lot right now so this song reflects that. 

“Weep, little lion man

You're not as brave as you were at the start”

“Take all the courage you have left

And waste it on fixing all the problems

That you made in your own head”

Allies or Enemies- The twins' relationship is absolutely going through the shredder. They love each other but they're really not in a good place right now. 

“Remember when I could tell you not to smile, when you were mad?

And you would always crack”

“Do we have another go? (Oh)

Do we bow out, and take our separate roads? (Oh)”

“All is fair in love, and war

But I can't fight with you anymore”

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

so this post is inspired by a person who sent an ask to @my-nitpicking-self (i hope you don't mind me tagging you), who mentioned the confrontation between katara and zuko in atla, in reference to glimmer's and catra's relationship in spop. i thought it was an interesting comparison, so i'm going to expand on it.

so two very similar scenes in atla and spop: katara and zuko being stuck together in crystal catacombs and glimmer and catra being stuck together in horde prime's ship. two things to note here - zuko was beginning to heal at this point and had almost completely given up his mission of capturing aang, while catra has just finished conquering salineas and was neck-deep in villainy.

as soon as katara sees zuko, she becomes outraged. keep in mind, zuko did not kill katara's mother. but she still had a valid reason to be mad at him. she holds him accountable for everything he has done.

K: Why did they throw you in here? Oh, wait, let me guess. It's a trap. So that when Aang shows up to help me, you can finally have him in your little Fire Nation clutches!

K: You're a terrible person! You know that? Always following us! Hunting the Avatar! Trying to capture the world's last hope for peace! But what do you care? You're the Fire Lord's son. Spreading war and violence and hatred is in your blood!

Z: You don't know what you're talking about.

K: I don't? How dare you! You have no idea what this war has put me through! Me personally! The Fire Nation took my mother away from me.

here, zuko doesn't try to argue with katara until she implies that violence and aggression is an inherited thing, because he's from the fire nation. zuko accepts his mistakes but he is also aware that being a fire nation citizen or even royalty alone doesn't make you a bad person. even then, he doesn't raise his voice or lash out at her, he just calmly disagrees.

after katara mentions her mother, he apologizes and sympathizes with her.

Z: I'm sorry. That's something we have in common.

K: I'm sorry I yelled at you before.

Z: It doesn't matter.

K: It's just that for so long now, whenever I would imagine the face of the enemy, it was your face.

katara also apologizes but zuko understands that it was completely in her right to blame him. and then we get to the crux of the issue. katara's mother was killed years ago but she still hasn't been able to move on from the grief.

now, of course, zuko again turns back to villainy but this was an important confrontation. and it wasn't the only one. as you all know, after zuko's official redemption, the gaang still doesn't trust him and katara is the last person to forgive him. she is still upset and disappointed by the way he betrayed her after they had begun to bond in the catacombs. and zuko has to prove his loyalty before katara could forgive him.

now let's come to glimmer and catra. catra DIRECTLY caused the death of glimmer's mother. and it was recent. glimmer had been grappling with her grief in the last season, to the point where she spirals into a small corruption arc. s4 of spop does NOT forget angella's death.

so obviously, you would expect there to be a confrontation between glimmer and catra in s5, especially since they were alone together in a confined space. but let's see what happened.

Glimmer: You again. Why do you keep coming back here?

Catra: Just...bored, I guess.

Glimmer: No, I mean, Horde Prime told you not to talk to me. He's gonna catch you eventually. Why risk it? ...You're lonely, aren't you?

so far, no confrontation, no apology.

Catra: What do you know? You're the prisoner here. I can go where I want. So, stay here by yourself for all I care.

Glimmer: Okay, okay, you're right. It...helps having someone to talk to. Even if you're the last person I'd ever want to be stuck here with.

Catra: Trust me, Sparkles, the feeling is mutual.

and just like that, they're on better terms now. glimmer doesn't bring up angella's death, she doesn't bring up the way catra treated adora, how she and bow were kidnapped by catra, nothing. they seem more like casual rivals than enemies here. catra doesn't seem guilty in the slightest, she just has to threaten to leave and glimmer immediately makes her stay.

and not just that, they joke about adora's paranoia that was rooted in her trauma, as if it's just a fun quirk. at this point, it's clear that the writers are not even trying to make it seem like they don't favor catra over all the characters.

and the one time glimmer somewhat confronts catra—

G: Please, Catra. Do one good thing in your life!

C: Don't talk to me like you know me! You don't know anything about me!

of course, catra shuts her down immediately. and afterwards, even when catra saves glimmer, she makes it clear that she's only doing it for adora. while on the surface, this might still come off as a good deed, it's clear from her later behaviour that catra's goal wasn't to help either adora or glimmer. my best guess is that she was practically awaiting death at that point and didn't expect to face the consequences of her actions, so she wanted to go out with one good deed, much like shadow weaver.

it's crazy how zuko, who was just an antagonist and has done very little to directly hurt the gaang, faced the consequences of his actions and got a drawn out and detailed redemption; while catra, who spent the entire series hurting the protagonists out of her own interest, gets off scot-free.

any time her past actions are brought up, they are mentioned in the vaguest terms possible i.e. “she made some mistakes” or “shs hurt people”. it's so clear that the writers were hoping that if the other characters forgot everything that catra did, the audience would do the same. and the worst part is that they're right. 90% of the fandom were willing to accept catra's redemption because no one in the show ever holds her accountable or confronts her properly.

[mauveberries]

Why do you even ship tomarry? Like it honestly seems from most of your posts that you don’t have a very favorable view of Harry or Tom’s feelings/treatment of him, so what do you even like about it? Genuinely confused why you aren’t maining bellamort when nearly every post I’ve seen from you has put Harry down in some way and found a way to bring Bella or one of the other Blacks up.

ok, this is a very good question and i understand where you are coming from. i really do. this is what it seems like if you take a quick glance of my blog and you're right, i have thought about this myself too.

but the truth of the matter is, i like bellamort, but i dont love that ship, whereas i love tomarrymort if it is done right.

tomarrymort is a very difficult ship to bring together in a Realistic way, Because of all the problems i have pointed out. bellatrix happens to be one of my favourite characters and i hate the way she is treated as an unfavorable side character who has to compete with harry for voldemort's affections but loses because harry is v's pwecious liddol horcrux.

to me, that just ruins my whole mood for reading the fic because i believe that bella doesn't have to compete at all, not when she is objectively already so much better than harry in Voldemort's eyes. He favours those who are cruel, cunning and devoted to the cause. None of which harry is or possesses.

a truly good harrymort fic would have overcome this issue, not just make voldemort like how much harry hates him and learn to live with it, because who tf would like that??? Oh hey! Look at me! My partner hates me because i murdered his family and am advocating for the destruction of all the people like him! Isn't he fucking beautiful with his murderous eyes! Haha!

like.. not it.

and harry can't just suddenly turn all pureblood supremist and be like, omg, i should be v's favourite because i overcame my views from the past and.. and Bellatrix sucks because she killed sirius!!!!!

and voldemort would not like to be antagonised everytime he's trying to live. i hate to break it to you, but harry can't stop him from murdering people, but bellatrix would stand next to him, also torturing people, so obviously, bellamort is the easier ship.

but that doesn't necessarily mean i like it more.

i am a huge fan of enemies to lovers and if done right, can be peak.

and i am not a fan of the trope where voldemort urges harry to hurt him because voldenort killed his parents and welcomes harry's rage. it's so fucking stupid, like, please slap me because i killed your parents and facilitated in the murder of your godfather who was wrongly imprisoned for 13 years because of me, and you are sooo mad at me for it. just, no.

he is not the type of person to beg. at all. voldemort is a taker, he takes advantage and he exploits. he does this to bella, too. why did she end up in jail? because she was serving him! does it seem like he apologised to bella for it? No! So why should harry be any different?? Especially harry, because it was due to harry that he lost the war in the first place!

so, voldemort himself would harbour a LOT of resentment towards harry, not just the other way around, and im telling you, it won’t be easy to get over this hatred, and i think that should be explored more. Not just voldemort Suddenly being interested in harry because harry is the only one brave enough to outwardly hate him (which is literally such a stupid, shallow reason for voldemort to take any notice of him at all.)

It looks like neither harry nor v is willing to compromise and this is the challenge they have to overcome in order to get together.

voldemort is a character who does not bend to anyone's wills and having him bend to harry's will is a discredit to his character. at its core, tomarrymort will always be a toxic ship because of their fundamental different world views and i like it when it is kept that way, and with Voldemort being horribly overbearing. harry cannot keep him in check, he's just a kid compared to Voldemort's age.

tom is also someone who believes anything can be solved with murder and if harry refuses him, and he doesn't like harry vey much, it will end in bloodshed and that is what i like about this horrifying pairing in the first place. the fact that v would not hesitate to kill unless it is one of his closest followers. This is a challenge that has to be overcome too.

im also sick and tired of harry always being given the preferential treatment in fics just because he's witty and sassy or whatever, like this isn't canon. he's just some guy, not tom riddle who was a prodigy since eleven, not bellatrix who even harry described as being powerful.

and don't you think it's stale that the fact that harry is a horcrux is always always some kind of basis to them getting together??? it's just sooo... overused and the fic community is saturated with the same tropes over and over again.

and tom and harry are not murder husbands. Just.. no. It's either butchering tom's character or harry's character. And im telling you frankly, if you want murder husbands, that is literally voldemort x genderbent bellatrix.

And i know that harry is most peoples favourite character, so voldemort is not given enough justice in their writing. His character is always butchered when harry outsmarts him or something and im sick and tired of it. Like, yeah voldemort is not a good person, but if you hate him so much, why are you shipping harrymort? Literally leave.

Overall, it is not the ship i hate, i just really hate some of the overused tropes and think they can be done better. me putting it this way can seem like i don’t like harry, which is not true. it’s just that i hate this fandom’s glorification of him and how they think that voldemort always owes him something for being a terrible person, which i think is really ooc.

my inclusion of bella and the blacks into their dynamics has thus nothing to do with my dislike for harry, but more so on the fact that the complete disregard this fandom has for bellatrix angers me.

Important disclaimer!!!:

I am in no way bashing anyone or any trope. I understand that everyone is entitled to their own opinions and writing. I hope you understand that this is simply my perspective and if i have hurt any of your feelings, i apologise. Please keep writing whatever you wish to write. Everyone's writing is truly a gift to this community and keep writing what makes you happy.

[polychaeteworm]

As someone without BPD in a deeply committed relationship with someone who has BPD, here are some really underrated and rare tips that I don't hear enough for living with someone who has this condition: (this is written for partners, but it works with friends and family too)

Put "I'm not mad at you, I totally promise" and then an explanation of your current mood into your daily vocabulary. it totally prevents quite a few BPD spirals from happening in the first place. You can't anticipate every time you need to say this, but just put it into your routine of what to say when you look visibly upset.

Do not be afraid to over explain if you take a minute to respond, and better yet, anticipate situations that will make you slow to respond and head them off with "I may take a minute to respond today, but I still love you, promise!"

Understand that having BPD means your partner really needs reassurance more than most people. Treat constant reassurance like an important accommodation. Take your partner's asks for reassurance as displays of trust and thank them for feeling safe enough to ask you. Really feel into that. It's a trust display, it is them showing they need you and worry about how you think of them.

DO NOT get exasperated with the amount of times they ask if everything is ok. You can however be like "hey you seem excessively worried about my intentions, is there something I did that led you to feel this way?" Open a respectful dialogue, don't complain about they way they show that they are having a fear, no matter how irrational.

Remember, always remember that BPD comes with a fear of abandonment. Remembering that this is whats driving a lot of irrational behavior your partner might have is key to helping them out in moments of distress.

I know there's a lot and I mean a LOT of shit advice for this situation that amounts to "get out while you still can!" And it's completely unhelpful when you know that supporting your partner means you both have an easier time.

Boundaries don't have to look like "you're responsible for your emotions, I can't say I love you 100 times a day" boundaries in a BPD relationship look more like "hey, I'm not responsible for this, you can't make me responsible for this, BUT I am here for you, and I will help you" and "if you want help, you must trust that I'm not your enemy" and maybe even "if you keep talking to me like this, Im gonna need a break, but I'll be back when we both calm down in (defined amount of time)" key points here being that you don't ignore that The Fear of Abandonment is in the room with you.

I understand that BPD can cause you to be a pain but to be honest that's any mental health issue. I just feel like we need to stop acting like people with cluster B type issues need to be punished for mentally ill behavior Instead of supported and helped through it.

It boggles my mind that I can search for help supporting my partner and the first advice is some kind of hands off shut down tactic that I know damn well will just make everything worse by flat out triggering the person with BPD.

Like holy shit even as someone who was abused by someone with NPD, grey rocking is downright evil behavior. We need to stop treating these human beings like social pariahs incapable of stable relationships. Like at a certain point I think these folk's lack of stable relationships has way more to do with the fact that their partners seem to be advised to TRIGGER them as a way of dealing with their issues.