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told you i like gentle giants so you softened up .ᐟ
plot: ceo!sukuna and the woman he was forced to marry finally learning to get along.
content warning: none at all. it's not 18+ but if i make a fic it will be.
peachy's yap: i wanna make this into a fic but im not 100% sure yet, lmk ! no smut just a small fluff to test out the waters. one last one shot coming until i go on a lil break.
this wasn't what you wanted at all. ever since you were a little girl you planned to get married to a caring man. years later give birth to a love child hold he or she in your arms as you and your loving husband smiled at one another.
that dream was gone now and here you were a year after your wedding. terrified to even knock on the door of his study knowing his temper was off the wall at the moment. when you were cooped up in your hobby room you could hear him barking orders. while you sat in silence writing novel after novel he forbade you to publish.
this was your everyday, wake up alone, eat alone, write alone, shower alone, watch movies alone, and even go to sleep alone. he was in his study night and day until his hefty body slipped into your shared bed waking you at 2am. he didn't bother to apologize he just turned away going to sleep himself. and yet you found yourself wanting to be close to sukuna.
you sighed already knowing the conversation you both were bound to have today... just like every month for the last year. you were given to him for your writing and negotiating skills. his father the previous boss offered to pay your father millions to suspend the contract at your job for you to work for them. all for money. you raised your hand knocing on the wretched door.
you and sukuna moved into this house 6 months ago and it felt like you'd been locked away in a tower. although sukuna never listened to your ideas or let you have your way about anything he left the house details to you. he stood back as you worked with the sketchy architect who purposely looked down your blouse (his words).
he let you pick out the number of rooms, and bathrooms. the ceiling height, the shape of the pool, even how many patio chairs you wanted. he let you decorate the house pick the colors, even would let you throw splashes of pink and purple where ever you pleased. but you never did it, you didn't want to do it if not with sukuna.
but to sukuna none of this mattered because his work was more important. in his words he said 'i'll let you deal with less important matters. at least im positive you won't fuck that up.' did that statement hurt? hell yeah but even then you still wanted to be close to him.
"s...sukuna?" you stuttered waiting to hear his gruff voice.
"get in here." he said sternly and you pushed the heavy doors open, struggling at the weight. once you pushed in you stood by the door hands behind your back fingers laced. "sit." he said pointing to the chair in front of his desk and you scurry not wanting to anger him.
"i'm sorry i didn't come sooner i was writing and i had a idea i couldn't lose." you plead his eyes never left yours. he face expression neither annoyed nor pleased.
"why must you continue writing, when you have a duty to fulfill here." he grumbled and you looked down at your thumbs.
"sukuna you wont let me go with you to negotiate that's all m'good for." you say and he scoffs at your excuse.
"you are here to write contracts and negotiate deals you have not done any of that over the last year!" he said his voice raising, by no means were you a push over. scared of this big, brolic, hunk definitely but one thing you'll never be is a punk.
"you have yet to assign me any work. i know what you'll say 'you should come ask me if there's anything to do' but you are my boss. you instruct i follow, i refuse to do anything for you if you can not request it on your own." your reply was calm, you didn't want to anger him further.
"i don't want to overwhelm you," he sighs. his strict facade dropping as he handed you papers and you hum. looking down at the papers it was full of stats and numbers that made your head spin. "this is everyday work for me, i need your help but i must figure it out alone."
"the numbers are a bit crazy but it's not much to find a way to make a deal that'll pretty up the numbers." you tell him and he nods.
"how?" he asked and you looked up at him. this was the first time sukuna had asked for your help. you were shocked that he even let you know that he needed help.
"i mean your the statistics man. once you work out the numbers we can talk negotiating." you tell him with a smile hoping the sly compliment of him being good with numbers didn't slip past him. his red eyes looked up at you through his thick lashes. the corner of his lips tugging upwards as if he wanted to smile and couldn't.
this day was the first day you sat next to sukuna behind his desk. your knees touched and even that amount of contact was enough for you. you helped him clean up his desk and he didn't object he just said 'make sure you put them where i tell you'. and you did picking up the papers on his desk and organizing them for him. placing them in different stacks based off who and what they were from.
little did you know sukuna admired your every move. he watched how you walked around his office complaining about how dull it was. how your curls bounced with every step you took. he watched you search up paint colors and decor for his office. not once did this distract him, he either hummed in agreement or disagreement as he worked on the numbers.
even days later the connection between sukuna and you began to grow. he listened to your opinions and even stepped out of his office during the day. he came to your writing room to sit and drink coffee with you at 3am when you felt like you had a good idea. he even showed you the room you called the 'junk room' that was quite literally filled with sukuna's junk. he pulled out an electric guitar bragging about how it was signed by one of the best.
he tells you the name as you face scrunches up in confusion never hearing of this man ever. but even your disinterest in that didn't deter his sheer audacity and gall. he called you a degenerate and said you were a bug under a rock. you replied with 'more like a boulder' as you looked him up and down judgingly.
this comment made sukuna laugh, yes actually laugh. from that day you never held in a joke, letting anything on your mind loose. sometimes sukuna would look at you as if you said the stupidest shit on earth. most times he'd shake his head with an endearing smile but 2 times out of 10 he'd laugh.
day after day the more time you spent with sukuna the more you were pulled out of the depression. you watched movies of families with a smile even thinking about having a child with that demon.
in return sukuna became more comfortable approaching you. initially he was scared to anger you or say something that would hurt your feelings. heading his father's warning 'don't talk to her too much. you know how you are, you'll hurt her feelings.' so he listened avoided starting conversation, leaving the bed before you woke up and coming in after you fell asleep. ate in his office and never ever entered your writing room.
that day you came in and told him he was your boss changed his brain chemistry. his father was wrong, he wouldn't hurt your feelings because you wanted him to act like your boss. you could dish it out and take it. that day was when sukuna thought to himself 'i could really get used to this'.
that's why after a month of the two of finally getting along sukuna instructed you to meet him at the dining table. dining table was a stretch as it only had 2 chairs. as you waited for him assuming it was about work you were shocked for sukuna to slam down your houses floorplan.
"it's about time we made this house into a home don't ya think?" he asked looking at you and you smiled. and the two of you sat there all night you sipping on a shirley temple and he drank whiskey. he promised he'd make you cocktails from now on since you found out he was a bartender for all of 3 months.
you planned and brainstormed until the next morning. you were leaned on the table drool coming out of your mouth. sukuna smiled at how comfortable you had became around him. he lifted you and carried you up the stairs. that was the first day sukuna felt like he was really a husband. that day was when sukuna swore to himself that he would be a husband.
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A Deal that Goes Both Ways | Tommy Shelby x Reader
Request: yes by @peakyswritings
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader
Summary: Feelings get spilled as Tommy comes to (Y/N) to have her patch him up yet again.
Warnings: smoking, language, mentions of blood
Word Count: 1867
A/N: this became a full on fic…..I just didn’t know when to stop it haha. I hope you like what I did with the prompt, Reb! You didn’t add who you wanted it to be with so I went with Tommy (of course) — and this could also be read as a prewar Tommy story too…I didn’t really slap a time period on it. Enjoy! :)
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Not again was the first thought (Y/N) had as she heard the knock sound off of her front door. Only one person would be knocking at this time of night...and he'd most likely be knocking for only one reason.
"What happened this time, Thomas?" she asked with a sigh as she opened the door to see the man she knew was standing on the other side.
"Why so formal?" he asked nonchalantly, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips, resting on the side that wasn't split and still bloody.
"It's two in the morning," she responded, turning and walking deeper into her home. The foosteps sounding behind her told her he was following. "I'd much rather be sleeping."
"I can go if you want," he offered.
"No, you've already woken me up," she dismissed his suggestion, "what happened this time?" she re-asked her initial question.
"Same old," his nonchalant nature returned as he sat down in the chair (Y/N) pulled out for him.
"So a bar fight? Or bet gone wrong?" she paused getting the necessary supplies to quirk an eyebrow at him.
"Neither," Tommy shrugged, looking down at his busted knuckles as he flexed his hand.
"So not the same old?" there was a slight tinge of surprise in (Y/N)'s voice. "Please do tell what happened."
"Someone spoke to me the wrong way," he responded, his explanation still very vague. (Y/N) didn't press for any more info because she knew this was all she'd get out of him.
What Tommy wanted to say was that he had to punch some bastard's teeth in for speaking about her the wrong way, and then he proceeded to fight said bastard and two of his drunken friends when they wouldn't let it go. He couldn't admit that to her though.
"Ahh..." (Y/N) trailed off as she moved over to him, placing the supplies she gathered on the table beside him as she stopped to stand between his parted legs.
Tommy resisted the urge to reach out and hold her waist even though he so desperately wanted to do so to steady himself.
"Let's see what we've got here," she said, more so to herself as she gently took hold of his chin to get a better look at his face. The hiss he let out made her realize that his jaw had also been bruised in the altercation.
She quietly got started on dabbing the blood off of his split lip, and followed it up with putting some ointment on the cut in hopes it wouldn't get infected.
She then examined the rest of his facial features for any other injury all while trying to shake the feeling of his intense gaze that was focused on her face. She couldn't let her feelings for him get the better of her... not while in this position.
"Let me see your hands now," she instructed him once she considered his face finished.
"They're fine, love," he brushed her off, keeping them balled in fists resting against his thighs.
"Let me see them, Tommy," she insisted, her eyes meeting his to convey the serious nature of the situation.
The slightest sigh escaped his lips as he flattened out his hands. (Y/N)'s eyes immediately went to his right hand, and she took it into hers to get a closer look at his bloodied knuckles. "Goodness, Tommy," she breathed softly as she grabbed a wet cloth and began to gently wipe the blood off. She couldn't help but wince as he hissed at the feeling. The cuts looked deep and had to be painful. "Did the man have a steel jaw?" she, half-jokingly, questioned him as she began placing the same ointment on his knuckles.
"Must've," Tommy mumbled, letting out a soft snort at her attempts to make light of the situation.
(Y/N) smiled softly at his response, finishing up what she was doing with his right hand before she checked over his left. She then stepped out from between his legs when she considered herself done, moving over to the kitchen countertop to begin cleaning up. The scrape of the chair off of the hardwood floor told her that Tommy had also stood up.
"Make sure you some ice on your jaw and you should be good in a-" her statement was cut off by the shriek of surprise she let out when she turned around to tind Tommy now standing right behind her. "You scared me, Tommy," she gasped, placing her hand over her chest as she took some calming breaths.
"Wasn't my intention," he responded, although he couldn't help but smile at the reaction he'd gotten from her.
"You frustrate me sometimes," she huffed, shaking her head before she brought a hand up to the side of it, hoping that she could remember what it was she was saying before the surprise happened. "I was saying that if you remember to put ice on your jaw and make sure your cuts stay clean you should be good in a few days...now are you going to follow that? No, most likely not, but it's my hope that you will," she explained her plan of treatment to him, finishing her rambling by glancing up at him. "Why're you looking at me like that?" she asked without thought, commenting on the intense gaze he currently had locked on her.
His blue eyes just about made her shudder under their stare, and she'd be lying if she said that the undivided attention he was giving her was making her heat up.
"What, am I not allowed to look at you?" he asked, his brows raising.
"No, not like that, you aren't," she insisted, holding a hand out between them to emphasize her statement.
"How exactly am I looking at you, (Y/N)?" he asked another question, wanting clarification from her.
"You're looking at me like..." she trailed off, struggling to find the words that she needed to convey her statement, "like you think that l'm...like I'm some..."
"Like you're the only person in the world?" Tommy cut off her stumbling, hoping that his suggestion would finish her sentence. As he spoke he stepped closer to her.
"Yes, exactly!" she agreed with him without putting much thought into what he was saying, "you were looking at me like I was the only person in the world."
"And you don't like it?" he asked, his brow raised inquisitively.
Now (Y/N) could no longer stay solid under the weight of his gaze combined with his close proximity. She only hoped that she was able to keep a good exterior composure...on the inside she was done for.
"No, it's not that I didn't like it, it's just..."
"Just what?" he pried for more information, his eyes flitting down to her lips as he admired how she looked as he stood inches away from her.
"Jesus, you don't ever act like this, Tommy...what's going on?" she deflected with a question, hoping to carry the conversation on without him realizing that she didn't have a concrete answer to his previous question.
"You didn't answer my question, love," he completely ignored her query to remind her she was ignoring his.
"Yeah, and you didn't answer mine," she wasn't falling for his tactic, instead throwing it back in his face.
"You wanna know why I came here tonight? Why I got into that fight?" he asked her, his brows raised.
"Someone spoke to you the wrong way," she reiterated what he'd told her earlier.
"Someone spoke about you the wrong way," he quickly corrected her, telling the truth this time around and adding emphasis on what actually got him upset, "and you know I can't let anyone do that."
(Y/N) took a moment, letting what he said sink in. His intense gaze stayed locked on her, and it certainly wasn't helping her think straight in this situation. After a few beats of silence, she finally let out a sigh. "I don't need defending, Tommy. I've told you that so many times."
"I'll still take a fuckin' punch for you when I need to, love," he told her, his words making her laugh despite the wild mix of emotions she was currently feeling.
"Oh Tommy." she let out another sigh, trying, and failing, to stop the smile that was tugging on her lips. She quickly turned around and attempted to busy herself with continuing cleaning.
Her diversion didn't last long as only seconds later Tommy's hand was taking hold of her arm to spin her back around to face him. Her mouth opened slightly as she looked at him, waiting for whatever he had to say.
He didn't say anything though. Instead, his gaze flitted between her eyes and lips as he moved in slowly. (Y/N) quickly realized what he was doing. She placed her hands on his chest when she felt his breath fan across her face.
"Tommy, your lip," she said, her voice coming out in a whisper, "this'll hurt it."
"I don't give a damn about my lip, (Y/N)," he firmly replied, moving back slightly so that his eyes could match hers. He could no longer resist from bringing his hand up to hold onto her jaw. "I want to kiss you," he told her then, never sounding more sure about anything in his life.
(Y/N)'s mind was buzzing. She never thought she'd be in this position with Tommy; never thought that their relationship would take that turn. But now here they were, close enough to feel each other's breath.
"Then kiss me," she breathed, unable to even smile at him because his lips were on hers the second she finished speaking.
The kiss felt like a whirlwind. It made her dizzy and fuzzy inside. She never thought someone with such a tough exterior could be so gentle, but here was Tommy Shelby, crushing all of her prior conceptions.
Both were out of breath when they pulled away. Tommy had to close his eyes to center himself, still truly surprised that that had just happened. Truthfully, he'd wanted to kiss (Y/N) from the moment he first spoke to her. He never thought he'd actually get the opportunity. When he finally did open his eyes, he saw that (Y/N) had her gaze locked on his face, and the sweetest smile was present on hers.
"Why're you looking at me like that?" he re-asked the question that got them to this point, a grin forming on his face.
"What, am I not allowed to look at you?" (Y/N) teasingly quipped back, essentially allowing their conversation to do a full 360.
"Love you could look at me all you want, so long as I'm allowed to kiss you again," he waged a deal, playfully quirking an eyebrow as he waited to see how she'd respond.
(Y/N)'s smile only grew. "I'll accept your offer so long as this deal goes both ways."
"Oh it most certainly goes both ways," Tommy grinned, his hand finding her jaw again so that he could match their lips together once more.
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In Your Capable Hands. Mydei.
Summary: Chartonus himself claims Mydei's weapon holds divinity, majesty, and compassion all in the temper of a single spear head, a fitting weapon for a man like him. Regal, seemingly unforgiving, but kind all the same. It's why you never hesitate to take the blade from him even when it's still covered in blood to wash it all away despite the thoughts that still linger in your mind about the man from Castrum Kremnos.
I should not be trusted with my knowledge of blacksmithing// Suggestive //not proofread, but it's 1am for me
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The towel in your hands had received one cut already, splitting it in half on the edge of a dull blade. It was desperate to stay together, even if it meant a few scraggly bits of red string dyed in the ichor of life were the only thing keeping it whole; as one.
Beneath the cloth was a spear, one that had also been broken. Time and time again, you had fixed it at the behest of your master Chartonus, only to have to once again piece it back together the next time Mydei had come to the smithy with guilt on his face and an apology for being too rough with your work. Yet he would always do it again.
At first you had told him off, or tried to, as you told him he needed to prioritize his weapon just as much as a man would his life, but....well, it made sense that argument hadn't exaclty resonated with him.
So once again, you sat at your workbench with Mydei waiting paitently at the counter. His arms were crossed as he watched the people pass by. Two little boys had stopped to say hello. To call him their big brother and share how excited they are for their next training session before running along as children do. Another had been one of his own men. They only exchanged a brief nod before they both went along their day. And lastly, there was you: occasionally given a word or two as you worked.
It helped pass the time, so you welcomed it well enough, answering any questions he had about how busy you had been today or your thoughts on the weather. Small talk, really, but it helped keep your mind busy enough and wouldn't distract you from what you were trying to get done.
Finally, you tossed the rag aside. It landed with a wet thwap in the metal bin.
"It's not broken. It just needs some sharpening." You said as you lifted the spearhead up to catch a stray beam of light.
Those with an untrained eye wouldn't even notice the cracks in the blessed metal, but those that could would always see it clear as day. It almost reminded you of kintsugi, but this was your masters work and not someone with an eye for gold who needed to pieceback together a broken bowl.
"That's fine." You heard behind you, Mydei's gruff voice filling your ears now that there wasn't a hammer going to town on an unfinished sword.
"Right, just give me a moment, then."
His head turned back to look at you, golden eye watching as you pried the nails keeping it mounted to the polished shaft and dropped them back down into a tin you kept close by for the smaller objects. It was full of tiny knicknacks just as much as it was full of soot and dust.
"What do I owe you for this?"
"The same as usual."
Meaning: Aglaea would cover it.
He hummed at that, wordlessly telling you he heard what you said.
"You know, with the amount of times I've done this for you, I'd think you would have figured it out on your own." Your hand dropped into the bucket of water at your side to pull out the whetstone. It had been soaking for long enough now, to the point you hadn't spotted a single bubble rising to the top of the water to pop open once it was exposed to the open air.
You wiped your hand off on your pants as Mydei spoke.
"I find it's best to leave this to someone who knows exactly what they're doing."
"If you say so. Or maybe you just can't get the hang of it."
The blade met the rock before you with a soft tap as you adjusted the angle, doing your best to get the proper forty-five degree angle you wanted before starting. The moment you did, you ran the blade up and down the block. You had once compared the grating to nails on a chalkboard, and in a way, you did still feel that same soft withdrawal tugging at you, but it came with a tinge of comfort now instead of a need to make it stop.
Your hands did the rest. Years of practice paying off as muscle memory took over, leaving your mouth free to prattle.
"Well, I can always walk you through it." You offered.
"There's no need."
"It'll be good to know."
His boots thudded behind you, creating a soft click every time the heel met the bricks below you both as Mydei slowly approached to stand behind you. You could feel him towering over you from where you sat. Even when you were standing, he always had to look down at you, leaving you feeling small in comparison, but the way his shadow loomed over you now as it blocked out the light coming from Kephale only made you all the more aware of that fact. "I already know how. I just want to leave the proper care to someone who knows how to treat it delicately."
The grating stopped for just a moment as your hands stilled. "Yeah? So you know that you have to start at the base before working your way up to the tip?"
"I know you skipped honing the blade."
"...Wasn't needed."
Your attention narrowed back on the blade, its distinct smell of rusted blood drowned out by...him. It was obvious he hadn't stopped by the baths to wash off before visiting you, clearly finding his weapon for more importance, leaving Mydei covered in sweat that had yet to be washed away. You had picked it up before when you had taken the spear from him after he had dropped it on the work table, but now it was suffocating you.
Gone was the ash you knew was filling your nostrils and staining the black from keeping the fire beside you both alight and roaring.
"And I would have done it, possibly ruining the blade in the process and having to bring it back here regardless. I'm just being efficient."
The thought to shoot back with the fact a metal blessed by the Titan's themselves wasn't that delicate lingered in your mind, but that thought was quickly quenched by the feeling of metal claws on your shoulder. You could feel the pinpricks of them poking at your skin, just barely digging in. It was cold in comparison to the heat you had been surrounded by all day, making it a welcome change even when you were still on high alert about just who was behind you.
And for some reason, you almost wished his soft hold on you would tighten just enough. You could feel those claws breaking your skin.
"Right. Well....good call then."
You couldn't help but cringe at how you stammered over your words, but it seemed to be enough to satisfy whatever Mydei had wanted from you as he backed away and returned to the spot he had been collecting dust in before.
"What was that?" You whispered to yourself.
Shaking that entire encounter off the best you could, your attention went back to the blade in your hand, now noticeably held at a fifty degree angle.
Wrong.
It was wrong.
Your head shook side to side.
"You know, it might be best to go out and shop for a bit, Lord Mydei. This will take some time, and I want to see about hammering out the dents in your pauldron. Maybe shining it too if you take too long to get back."
You didn't risk looking back at him, not when you were unsure why desire had come over you so quickly.
Not even when you knew he was wordlessly taking off the armor on his shoulder. Each little chime of a buckle being undone made you move your hands a little faster and press the blade just a bit too hard into the whetstone.
You'd have to properly attend to it later. Check it. See if it needs replaced-
You flinched as the bronze metal filled your eyes, the familiar shape of it delicately placed down by your side.
"Calm down. Haven't I told you before that I'm not a mindless brute?"
Swallowing, you got out a yes.
"Then"- His head ducked down, meeting you at the same height to give Mydei a chance to glance at you properly. Your thighs clenched at having him so close, the heat from before having barely even dwindling and now reigniting as if you had used a bellow to cause a stir. Like this, you couldn't meet his eye. Not when you weren't sure if it would mean you would be tempted to break the space between you.
Ultimately, he pulled away. "Forget it."
A moment of silence passed.
"You should leave me your gauntlets as well."
"Fine."
They soon joined the growing pile on your table, rattling it and causing it to tilt to the side now that there was more weight where the one uneven leg was. You had been meaning to fix it, but like many things in your day to day life, it had gone unattended to.
"I'll get to that right away."
"Then we're done here?"
"Yes, Lord Mydei."
He pushed himself away from you, boots thudding against the stone once again as he headed back to the busy street full of colorful fabrics and stalls just waiting to be perused at his leisure. A single merchant had even waved to him, hoping to draw Mydei in with promises of a sale. Their hand hung in the air, yet his eyes turned back to you.
Only to see you staring right back at him. You could only hope the heat you felt in your cheeks wasn't noticeable, or at least could be passed off as a side effect of the sunny day. "Ah, goodbye then."
His hands, covered in callouses and scars painting his fingers to his palm, slid into the pockets of his trousers, hiding away just how big they were. "What time should I come to pick everything back up?"
"Well, given I'm handling your gauntlets, too, I'd say tomorrow morning."
"I'll leave it in your capable hands." With that, he walked away.
You watched for a moment, lips pinched together before dropping your head down to the table before you to groan.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
That's what you were.
You wanted to scream and shout, maybe even go and kick that one beam in the smithy you always abused when you were agitated with your latest project. Anything would do as long as it took the edge off of where your mind was drifting as you looked back at the gauntlet before you, the five clawed fingers curled just so.
Stupid. It's stupid.
And worst off, in your own fit of self-denial, you had missed the way Mydei has adjusted himself in his pants in a desperate attempt to hide himself away.
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If you are comfortable with it, can you do chubby fem reader x orc step dad x orc dbf? Step dad's been trying to set her up with his friend but she is not interested. One day they both corner her. Step dad is mainly holding her against him while his friend is burying his face and cock in her pussy. The step dad doesn't penetrate her but gropes and says some really gross things. Heavy breeding kink on this one.
Sounds hot! And it'll be nice to get back to some high fantasy!
Kabr0z Writes episode 42: Orc Daddy
Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!
CWs: Dubcon going to enthusiastic consent; size difference; age difference; father-daughter; arranged marriage; breeding; deep penetration; groping; extreme cum;
A/N: Wow, episode 42 already. I definitely should've written a special one for today in advance to mark this particular milestone, but oh well.
There's 10 stories in the queue at time of publication, so if you send a request and don't see it for a few days please have faith, it's coming.
On the subject of requests, please do keep them coming! I have a couple of anons claiming emojis, so if you want one then you might want to grab it early!
Any idea, kink, scenario, whatever, drop me an anon or a DM and I'll make it happen!
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The village was never quiet. Orcs all have a competitive streak, the young ones always brawling, racing, drinking, trying to outdo one another. To say nothing of the constant sounds of work being done, labourers chopping wood in the forest, mining ore out of the mountain, singing bawdy songs waiting for the charcoal to bake, and your step-father smithing the tools that made it all happen.
You'd been adopted into the village almost 15 years ago as a child after bandits attacked your family in the mountains. Only you got away and were found by a hunting party days later, half starved and freezing. They brought you back to the village, unsure about what to do with you. An extra mouth was a burden, and a human no less. You were lucky the village blacksmith, a hulking, bearded orc named Mazorn.
Of course, you're in your early 20s now. The young orcs in the village were all interested in you and while you'd had the odd roll in the hay, Mazorn wasn't keen on any of them getting too close to you. He kept on going on about one of his friends from another village nearby, a grizzled warrior called Oreg. You weren't particularly interested in the idea of an arranged marriage to begin with, let alone with some old friend of your father's.
It was raining hard when the caravan arrived. Furs and trade goods from the city, along with a huge figure clad in platemail. The whole village came out to see, the suit glowed with enchantment, emblazoned with shining gilt fittings and a rich red cloak, a matching shield on his back and a longsword on his hip. A bit much for a caravan guard. Your father stepped out towards him, and they grabbed one another in a hug, Mazorn's huge hand clapping on the shield, the knight's clanking on the orc's back. They laughed heartily before Mazorn brought him over to you
"This is the daughter I've told you about!" Mazorn gestured to you as the other man lifted his helmet.
Underneath was a scarred orc, tusks filed short and short-stubbled. "I see you raised her well, old friend!" Oreg clapped Mazorn, looking at you "Certainly haven't been under-feeding her"
You blushed, conscious of his eyes on you. You weren't sure if it was the armour, but it was kind of turning you on. Oreg and Mazorn walked back to the smithy, you in tow as they reminisced about their glory days. You hadn't taken your old dad for a warrior, but apparently they used to be shield brothers in some war or other. The ale was flowing freely between them, perhaps too freely as you noticed Oreg taking longer and longer glances at you. The armoured orc was gradually taking pieces off, bracers, greaves, miscellaneous plates protecting his joints and flanks.
You could smell him as the armour came off, strong and musky. It wasn't unpleasant per se, you'd spent your life around orcs, but it was noticeable. Oreg motioned to you to help him with some of the harder to reach buckles and straps "I'd normally have a squire around to help with this, but he's helping the caravaneers. You should know your way around all this anyway, your father made most of it"
The last plate to come off was his cuirass, once he stripped the chain surcoat and the gambesson underneath, Oreg was sat half naked and glistening with a thin layer of fresh sweat. His shoulders were broad, his back criss-crossed with scars. Only a loincloth covered his manhood. Muscles rippled under his skin as he stretched and shook himself, cushioned by the layer of fat ubiquitous among the strongest orcs in your village.
You caught yourself staring, swallowing the mouthful of drool you'd produced looking at him.
Your father looked at Oreg "Thirty gold pieces"
Oreg laughed, "Done! She's worth at least fifty"
Were they talking about you?
Mazorn lifted you, as though you weighed nothing. He held you under a shoulder and gripped your thick thighs, forcing them apart and presenting you to the other orc. You blushed, underwear wasn't a part of your wardrobe, so your unprotected pussy was completely bare to Oreg "She's useful about the house, but she's a been a bit of a whore in her time, already laid with half the lads her age. Want to get shut of her before she gets herself knocked up"
Oreg touched your pussy, opening it up with his calloused fingers "Hmm, certainly not a virgin, but clean and well cared for... Thirty is fair."
You heard a coinpurse hit the table. You'd been sold, like a prize hog at market. Or a breeding sow.
Mazorn shifted you in his grip, holding you upright by the tits, his huge hands groping you as Oreg pulled his loincloth aside
"I'd better see to her properly now she's mine" His hands were rough and strong, but his nails well manicured and clean. He tore off your skirt and got down on one knee in front of you, eyes level with your already moist pussy as you struggled against your adoptive father's grip.
Oreg held one leg up as he filled you with a thick finger, the rough skin making you shudder in anticipation as it gently worked its way inside. Another finger joined it, you whined as they stretched you, but Oreg was careful not to hurt you as he slowly twisted them inside you, going this way and that, paying attention to where made your breathing catch, your pulse quicken, your toes curl.
You'd stopped struggling now, holding your legs open for the big orc to finger you, Mazorn's voice came from beside your head "See? I told you she's a slut, already she's giving herself over to you! And after all her complaining about wanting to pick her own mate!"
You couldn't disagree. You'd fancied Oreg since you'd set eyes on him, you were probably going to try and get this orc 20 years your senior to finger you tonight anyway. You bit your lip, the sensations getting to you. Mazorn started groping at you faster, your whines cued Oreg to let go of your leg, using that hand to rub your clit.
You came with a wail, your cunt eagerly accepting the fingers rolling around in it, your hips thrusting, trying in vain to fuck him back. Oreg stood up, holding his erect member in one hand, he could probably fit two of those hands next to each other on his cock and still have length to spare.
Two of his hands, or one of you.
He lined up his cock with your pussy, looking down into your begging eyes as he rubbed it against your clit and your hole. It was almost comically thick, the head pressing against the cit and the opening at the same time.
You nodded at him, putting your hands on his waist as he gently rubbed himself into you.
"Take it, take your new husband" Mazorn growled into your ear. You knew he'd fantasized about doing this himself so many times, muttering your name as he wanked himself to sleep when he thought you were asleep. You could feel his cock getting rock-hard behind you, pressing against you through the fabric of his trousers. But you were Oreg's now, and there was nothing he could do about it as you rubbed your ass against him. The bastard had sold you, the least you could do was give him some seller's remorse.
Oreg pushed himself in. It didn't hurt, the stretching from his fingers and the liberal amount of your juices on his cockhead meant he slid in without pain. It still made your eyes water, tears building as your mouth lolled open and you groaned from the immense pressure inside you. You moved your hips against him, wrapping your legs around his trunk, but you could no more hurry him that you could pull up an old oak. Slowly, carefully, he pushed into you. You felt his tip kiss your cervix and moaned again, open mouthed and animalistic.
He stayed still for a moment, resisting the pulling of your legs, the urging in your eyes. "Please" you breathed, barely a whisper "please, more"
Mazorn laughed "See? The slut wants it all! She's well broken in, brother, you can have fun"
Oreg looked into your eyes, waiting for your nod.
You gave it.
He pushed.
You felt the cock slip by your cervix, pushing deeper into you as be bottomed out in you. Your eyes defocused as you wordlessly begged him. Your hips moved on their own, without rhythm, running on sheer desperation for his cock.
He started to fuck you properly now. Starting slowly, thrusting in and out in long motions, slathering himself in your juices and getting your fuckhole relaxed as he built up speed. You felt like you were melting into him. Your legs started to slip a little as he fucked you senseless. His hand came up to your face, the two fingers that had been inside you thrust into your mouth. You sucked on them, tasting your wetness. You felt your cunt drooling out even more as he invaded your mouth
"You like your face being fucked too?" Oreg grinned "Your father's a fine smith, but no salesman"
His fingers fucked your face harder as he pounded into your cunt. You felt your body start to twitch and tense. Your head was spinning. Your legs clenched around him. You moaned again and again, the noises merging into a wail of release as your cunt tightened and relief filled your body. You could feel the waves of warmth and pleasure making your pussy pulse around Oreg's cock.
He groaned in time with you. He thrust himself in, his balls pressed against your asshole as they pulsed and tightened into him. Surge after surge of hot liquid pumped up into you. You could feel the pressure of it squirting it into every corner of your cunt, flooding your womb and leaking out around his cock, and it kept coming.
You could hear Mazorn grunting as well as the bulge of his cock started to twitch, a damp patch spreading on your back as you leaked the younger orc's cum onto your stepfather's clothes.
Oreg wrapped his arms around you, and Mazorn released you into his embrace. The knight carried you, still buried in your cunt, and sat down.
The way he looked at you, with such tenderness, you wouldn't believe his cock was buried over a foot deep in you if you couldn't feel it in your guts. You kissed his chest and rested your head, letting the blissed-out feeling take you as you both dozed in each other's arms.
You left with him in the morning.
It was over a month until the caravan got back to Oreg's home, every night punctuated with another round of intense, yet strangely gentle, lovemaking. Your monthlies hadn't came, you reckoned that a gallon of orc cum every night had seen to that. It turned out Mazorn had rather undersold Oreg to you. He wasn't some foreign warlord, he was a duke under the Imperial crown. Apparently the old war they were drinking to was a crusade against a lich king, and for his valiance he was granted a noble title. He'd spent the last twenty years as a paladin of Pelor and had only recently received permission to take a wife and continue his lineage.
You still weren't happy about being sold, but figured you could live with it, Mazorn always was looking out for you, in his way
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This is another one I really enjoyed writing! A little exposition, Oreg's actually based off a D&D character I played in my first proper campaign in that system, though his monstrous manhood never came up then. Just goes to show inspiration can strike from anywhere.
Hopefully you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, and again if you have any ideas, scenarios, kinks, fanmail, hatemail, whatever, drop me a DM or an ask and I'll probably wind up writing it!
Again, there's 10 in the queue right now, but it will almost certainly get written 😁
Post-post script: I still haven't figured out how to reference the posterior fornix without feeling like I'm giving a biology lecture
#kabr0z writes#original content#textposts#fem!reader#monster smut#monster fucker#monster fuqqer#monster x fem!reader#monster x human#monster#monster x you#monster x reader#monster x female#cw dubcon#cw arranged marriage#orc#orc x reader#orc x human#orc x you#teratophillia#terato#smut with plot#mlw smut#cr3ampie#cw breeding#br33d1ng#breeding k1nk#excessive cvm#excessive fluids#size difference
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Welcome to Red Hook
Leander and Frederick were sure they had reached their destination. Leander had inherited some money and here in Red Hook in Dutchess County they seemed to have found what they were looking for. A small-town idyll, not unreachably far from Manhattan, but still in another world. The old hardware store was perfect for their plans. They could turn the store into a café and the workshop behind it into a Pilates studio. The two of them would bring a bit of civilization to the wasteland. And they could turn Leander's great-uncle's house into a piece of jewelry. Much nicer and bigger than anything they could have afforded in Red Hook, Brooklyn.
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The first evening on the veranda was wonderful. Tomorrow they would start clearing out the hardware store and workshop and then they could start renovating. They were full of energy! Frederick came back early in the morning from his run. He had picked up some bread rolls and told them about the gym he had discovered. Until they had their own Pilates studio, there was definitely an alternative way to stay in shape. And if they searched a little more, they would also find a store selling good bitter orange marmalade and decent sparkling mineral water. After all, they weren't in the wilderness. And if need be, there was always the internet.
After breakfast, they went to the hardware store. They wanted to start clearing out. Some of the shelves were already quite thin. But the store was basically still operational. A little dusty, perhaps. But somehow, as if someone had simply closed up shop yesterday and locked up. The doorbell rang. “Hey man, are you open again? I need two rolls of barbed wire.” Leander said he had no idea, but the man knew exactly where to find what he was looking for. Leander looked questioningly when the man wanted to pay. He found a price list. The next customer came into the store. Frederick and Leander had their hands full. But they gained an overview faster and faster. The till wasn't that complicated. Fortunately, the warehouse was tidy. They would just have to order new goods soon if sales continued like this. When Leander finally had a quiet minute, he looked around for Frederick. He was standing at the back of the store talking to a customer who was obviously interested in a chainsaw. And Frederick, who hadn't even been able to hold a hammer properly before, was talking shop as if he had never done anything else before. Frederick chimed in with the customer and the two of them headed towards the till. “So, Steve, what are Kate and the kids doing?” asked Frederick. Leander couldn't believe his ears. Did they know each other? And where from?
The day had been exhausting. But they had made good sales. Frederick swept out the store, Leander checked what needed to be reordered. The two of them were hungry. Shopping and cooking was definitely too strenuous for them now. They hadn't eaten here yet. There was the Brigitte Bistro, but that seemed too fancy for them. They were dirty and sweaty and didn't feel like changing. The diner seemed more suitable. And they would find something vegetarian there.
In fact, it was more difficult than he had thought. Leander ordered a Greek salad with a glass of Pino Grigio. With a slightly pained smile, he looked at Frederick and wondered what he would choose. He ordered the Red Hook Burger with a portion of fries and a Budweiser. Leander no longer understood the world. Not yet. He changed his mind. Also a beer, not a white wine. The beer was delicious. The second one too. Buck and Hunter sat down with them. Frederick talked to them about football as if he'd never done anything else. And even though he had no idea why he was doing it, at some point Leander asked if they wanted a smoke outside. Frederick grinned, took a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket and said that he had been worried that he would never ask again.
The alarm clock rang at 05:00. Frederick was already awake. Probably running. Leander looked in the fridge. Thank God there were still enough eggs and bacon. He made breakfast and had just finished when Leander pulled into the driveway with the pickup. His sweaty tank top was tucked into the back of his sweat shorts. His upper body was still sweaty from training. He hugged Leander tightly and gave him a deep French kiss. Frederick stank of sweat and Leander got hard. And before they could even eat their scrambled eggs, Frederick fucked Leander on the kitchen table.
Frederick left straight after breakfast, still chewing. Leander tidied up and only then made his way to the store in his van. It was 7 a.m. when he set the neon sign to “we are open”. He could already hear the radio and metal banging from the back of the workshop. Frederick was obviously already at work. Even though they rarely saw each other during the day, it was good to know that the other was always just a few steps away. And when it was quiet for a few minutes, the two of them could smoke a cigarette together. And if the two of them were very ratty, the “Be right back” sign had to be put in the window.
Before they went to the diner to eat and watch football, Lee made Fred at least wash himself with a washcloth. He hadn't showered for two or three days now and was covered in oil from work. Very cool, Lee thought, but a little civilization was a must. And he would be able to use the time to have his beard trimmed. The barber store was about to close, but Pete would make an exception for his fiery red beard.
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"Yo, can you believe livin' in the city?" Fred stared at the street, all deep and whatnot. It was a nice, warm summer night. Lee took a swig of beer and burped loud, like a champ. "Not a chance, man!" he shot back. "What the hell for?" "Damn, sometimes I think I should be doin' more than just twistin' my Harleys." "You ain't wrong, but why would you drag me into the city?" The two laughed boomingly. Yes, as the gay couple, they were a bit exotic in Red Hook. But apart from that, they just fit in here. Just a perfect match!
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Cold Fingers
NSFW 17+
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James thinks of a wicked way to warm up his cold fingers
Warnings: Cursing, fingering, kinda short
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For the past few days your boyfriend James had been recording a music video for the band's song King Nothing. There was a small trailer for the band to sit in and warm up between shooting which you were currently sitting in. Although there were a few heaters going it still wasn't very warm against the cold air that surrounded it. You sat on the small couch, cuddled under a few blankets and wrapped in a thick winter coat. James told you that you didn't have to come but you insisted on it…a decision you were already regretting.
From outside you heard the director call for a break and a few seconds later James comes stumbling into the trailer. He locks his eyes with yours, but you could tell he was more interested in the blanket that you were huddled under. He made his way to the couch and sat down pressed against you, pulling the blanket partially over his lap.
“It's fucking freezing out there” He huffs, looking over at you with his red nose and cheeks. You smile a little thinking how adorable he looked with his pink face.
“That's what happens you choose to record in three feet of snow” you tell him, laughing a little at his slight annoyance to the cold. He mutters a small “whatever” under his breath as he leans further against you, looking for warmth. He pushes his hand in-between your thighs, hoping to warm them that way.
“Jesus, I can feel how cold your hands are through my jeans!” You gasp, a bit surprised as the cold soaks through to your skin. He chuckles a little, giving you a grin.
“I can hardly move my fucking fingers” He groans and you feel him wiggle his stiff fingers between your legs. You take your already warm hands and grab his cold ones, rubbing them between yours to help warm them for him.
“You should have put gloves on,” You scold him in a somewhat motherly manner causing him to chuckle and grin at you with his handsome smile.
“Then I can't play my guitar,” He says, looking back down to your intertwined hands as you continue to help warm them.
“It's not like you're actually playing, you're just pretending,” You snicker softly, shifting yourself into his lap. He gladly accepts and moves to wrap his arms around you, your warmth welcoming to him.
“You look like a pimp,” You giggle at him, stroking the wide collar of the large fur coat he is wearing. He laughs loudly and leans forward to place a kiss against your lips before mumbling to you in a seductive tone.
“Hmm…does that make you my prostitute,” He jokes, snorting softly. You gasp and playfully hit him on the shoulder, grinning down at him before kissing him back.
“Oh please, like you have to pay,” You joke back, causing him to laugh once more and smile wider at you. Suddenly he shifts your position on the couch so that he is leaning against the armrest with your back against his chest.
“You know what…I just thought of just the perfect way to warm up my fingers,” He says lowly in your ear, both of his hands slipping under your jeans and into your panties. You gasp and jerk lightly at the feeling of his cold fingers pressing against your warm pussy.
“James…” you say quietly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, knowing someone could walk in at any moment. He shushes you quietly and places a kiss against your clothed shoulder. The fingers on his left hand slowly work your sensitive nub while his right fingers trail up and down your already wet slit. He pushes two of his fingers into you causing you to moan softly. His thick, long fingers stretch you open, slowly moving in and out of you.
Fingering you was one of James’ favorite things. He could never get enough of the feeling of your smooth, wet walls sucking them in, fluttering around them, and soaking his hand. And the sweet and soft noises you made were like music to his ears.
“Fuck baby, so good, so so good,” He groans, his eyes watching your face closely, enjoying your flushed cheeks and parted lips. He starts to move his fingers faster making you bite your lip and hold back a moan. He grins, loving the effect he always has on you. He moves his head closer and starts to slowly kiss your neck, biting it lightly but not enough to leave any marks.
“Mmm…James,” You moan his name quietly, lifting your hips as if asking for more. You close your eyes and drop your head further against him, waves of pleasure shooting through your body, warming you up further than you already were.
“God you're so soaked…always love how wet you get for me, babygirl,” He mutters in your ear, his fingers curling just right to hit your g-spot, making your legs tremble. You whimper softly, trying your hardest to keep quiet. The fingers that weren't buried deep inside you were still working against your clit, moving just the way you liked.
You could feel your orgasm start to rise, the familiar feeling in your stomach building further and further as his fingers work faster against you, not letting up their speed. You grip his thigh tightly, burying your face against his shoulder the best you could to muffle your moans as your climax hits you. You couldn't take the sensitivity and clamped your legs together, his movements being forced to slow down and stop.
He places a kiss against your shoulder before removing his hands from your pants, inspecting the glistening liquid that coated them. He grins at you before bringing his hand to your lips and shoving his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself on them. You obliged, sucking his fingers clean.
“Good girl…” He groans quietly as he watches you. You could feel his boner pressing against your back but the director was calling for him so he had to go.
“Thanks for warming my hands up…we'll continue this when we get home,” He says quietly, grinning at you. He wraps his hand around your throat and pulls you closer, sticking his tongue down your throat and making out with you for a few moments. He pulls away and smirks at you once more before leaving you alone in the trailer.
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#james hetfield#metallica#james hetfield x reader#james hetfield fanfiction#james hetfield smut#metallica fanfiction#metallica smut#papahet
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Title:“Obviously”
Derek had faced hunters, kanimas, alpha packs, and more supernatural nightmares than he cared to count. None of it had made his palms sweat quite like this.
Sitting on the couch, rigid as a steel beam, he glanced at Stiles, who was fidgeting with his fingers, his knee bouncing at a mile a minute. They had rehearsed this conversation—twice.
“Okay,” Stiles exhaled, rubbing his hands together before clasping them tightly. “Eli, bud, we, uh—well, we wanted to talk to you about something.”
Eli, who had been sprawled on the armchair with his legs hanging over the side, lazily looked up from his phone. “Yeah?”
Derek cleared his throat. Why was this so hard? He felt ridiculous. Stiles was the one who’d insisted they talk to Eli before making any legal moves, and Derek had agreed. It was the right thing to do. But it was also nerve-wracking as hell. “Well, uh,” Stiles started, then promptly turned to Derek. “You do it.”
Derek scowled but turned back to Eli. “Stiles and I have been talking about getting married.”
Eli blinked. “Okay?”
Derek hesitated. That was… underwhelming. Stiles jumped back in. “And, y’know, if we do that, we were thinking of making things official with you too.” He licked his lips, eyes darting to Derek for reassurance before continuing, “Like, legally official. Like, I could adopt you.”
Eli blinked again. Then he snorted. “Yeah, obviously.”
Stiles stared. “Wait, what?”
Eli rolled his eyes. “Dude, you practically live here already. You take me to school when Dad’s busy, you’re at every game, you nag me about my grades—”
“I do not nag,” Stiles huffed.
Eli ignored him. “You make Dad less grumpy, and you keep the house from looking like a brooding cave. And let’s be real, I already call you for advice before I call him.” Derek frowned. “You what?”
Eli shrugged. “No offense, Dad, but you kinda suck at emotional pep talks.”
Stiles grinned. “He really does.”
Derek shot him a look before turning back to Eli. “So… you’d be okay with it?”
Eli made an exaggerated expression of deep thought. “Let’s see. Do I want Stiles to be legally obligated to put up with my nonsense? Yes. Do I want the ability to guilt-trip him by calling him my official dad? Also yes. Does this change literally anything in my life? No.” Stiles huffed a laugh, shoulders finally relaxing. “Okay, wow. You really took the tension out of this moment, kid.”
“Did you want me to freak out?” Eli raised an eyebrow. “I mean, I can if it’ll make you feel better.” He gasped dramatically. “Oh my God, you’re getting married? Stiles is going to be my stepdad? This is so shocking! My world is changing forever!” Derek groaned, but Stiles cracked up. “Alright, alright, you made your point.”
Eli grinned and stretched. “Cool. Can I go now?”
Stiles feigned offense. “You don’t even want to help us pick out wedding colors?”
“Nope.”
Derek sighed, rubbing his temples, but Stiles just grinned. “Fine, fine, you’re dismissed.”
Eli hopped up, but before heading to his room, he paused. His teasing smirk softened, and he looked between them. “For real, though… I’m happy for you guys.”
Derek felt something warm settle in his chest, and he wasn’t sure if it was relief or something deeper. Stiles beamed, nodding at Eli.
“Thanks, kid.”
Eli just shrugged before disappearing down the hall.
Stiles turned to Derek, a smug grin on his face. “Told you he’d be cool with it.”
Derek huffed. “You were just as nervous as I was.”
“Shh,” Stiles said, kissing Derek’s cheek. “Let me have this.”
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Authors Note:
I have never watched the Teen Wolf movie, and as of right now, I don't intend to. I do not like the fact that Derek dies or that Stiles isn't in it. Even though I know that wasn't the actors' choice and there's nothing wrong with it, I just don't feel like I could handle it, since Stiles and Derek are two of my favorite characters in the whole show.
That said, I do love what l've seen of Eli as a character online, and my shipper brain can't help but love the idea of Derek and Stiles being his parents-or just being parents in general. I mean, come on, Eli is basically the embodiment of Stiles' personality.
So, no matter what canon says, I'll always think of them as a family.
#derek x stiles#sterek#sterek fandom#teen wolf#sterek fanfiction#oneshot#eli hale#derek hale#stiles stilinski
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hello I'm the one that asked about the Alastor pov! super excited for it ehehe
While reading the latest chapter I was imagining how Alastor could've felt when seeing reader with hanahaki and how he could've felt when she finally told him and the angst in my head was yummy which is why I asked lmao
in my head, Alastor would be ready to kill whoever hurt the reader via hanahaki (+be hella jealous) only to realize, oops, he's the cause of it
Alastor definitely felt a multitude of feelings in that moment.
Here a special treat anon ♥️
Wrote this real quick (flip side of the last chapter)
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Alastor stopped the elevator, a simple bit of his magic caused the old elevator to stop in its tracks. She wasn't going to slip away so easily. He slipped through the shadows to the small confined space. His left hoof sank into what at first felt like a wet ripped up sack, but the scent was unmistakable. Blood and magnolia blossoms. Sickly sweet to his nose.
His ears twitched. His smile deepened into a stretched grimace as he pulled his hoof up from the mess with a squish kind of sound.
" How unsightly. "
His eyes moved to his target. Y/N.
A small image of her hugging onto Vox's arm cross his thoughts and his nails dug into his palms. He kept his poise, though. He moved away from the puddle and his eyes were trained on her. The woman who has been at his side for so long, his drinking buddy, perpetual dance partner, faithful friend. Someone who waited for him for so long. And then didn't even question where or what he had been doing other then simply stating how she had worried for his safety. Someone like him. Who has countless times used that faithfulness to his own gain.
" You think you can just slip away like that?" Alastor kept his tone as even as he could. His eyes darted to the mess in the floor.
How long had this been going on?
" and now I can see why you haven't been feeling yourself. "
Had she been like this since she arrived? This affliction happened to those in hell who held feelings for one and wouldn't speak them. Was there someone in life that she had held dear and he didn't notice? Or perhaps she developed it in hell. Vox perhaps? Or someone else. Y/N often had been seen at Husker's bar.
" It's nothing." She spoke with such weight in her voice.
A spike in anger hit Alastor like a ton of bricks. She was hurting herself over someone and hadn't even shared it with him! She shared everything with him. Or so he thought.
" Nothing?!"
He moved without much thought. Anger and the instinct to close the space brought him towering over her. She didn't falter. She never seemed frightened of him, even when his temper flared like this.
"Do you even really care? Did you ever care? About me?"
How could she even say that?
He never cared for many people. But she was one exception beyond one woman Alastor knew he wouldn't ever see again. He sat up and looked down at her. Was he missing something?
" What?"
She was crying. No, he liked the smile she usually saved special for him. He felt his own smile twitch. " Or was i just some fun thing to have around? Or did you just like the idea of having someone around that would do anything for you?"
No not just that. More than that.
" Cher..."
"No. Don't... Cher me, Alastor. " She spoke so broken.
" Y/N..." Alastor's couldn't believe this is how she had been feeling, he stopped her from rubbing again on her already reddened cheeks. " How could you ask me that? I care a great deal about you. " He held her trembling hand, cold and soft. Small almost.
" But not in the way that I want you too. " Her hand slipped from his.
He realized in that moment. Alastor placed his hand on her cheek, cold and wet from her tears. He ran his thumb across the track, erasing it. He didn't like the sight of it at all. He enjoyed the sparkle in her eye when he told her a silly joke or when the two of them danced the night away. He took a small breath and he looked into those tear riddled eyes.
He had been hurting her. Without meaning to. Or realizing. She had been keeping him in the dark for decades. Hurting in silence for the sake of him.
" Y/N.... You fancied me?"
#hazbin hotel#hazbin x reader#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#hanahaki disease#crimson magnolias#asks#ask box is always open
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Promise him?
Piper wasn't ready for that. Would it be a lie if she promised?
She smiled, nodded, and sealed it with a kiss.
Close enough.
That one might get to her conscious later. Depends how deep she thinks about it. She was told Pierre is Pierre is Pierre in the grand scheme of things. Somehow they're all Pierre. So that was that and she was going to try and stick to it.
After the blaze in the forest a Fate was kind enough to wrap him in a blanket not having thought to bring him clothes. The plan was to take him back home straight away and deal with such things. His reaction however was just so... Pierre.
Zero jumped right up to volunteer. "Oh. Me! Me-me-me." He quickly grabbed up Pierre's hand like it was the most normal thing to do ready to head off anywhere.
Seven had his finger up in the air like he was raising his hand in a classroom when his mother, Lachesis stepped in between them.
"We're all very glad you're back, my dear and I'm sure you're very excited to break that body in as you say."
Clotho interrupted with a little shake of her hips.
"A little horizontal mambo never hurt anybody."
"BUT-" Lachesis glared daggers at Clotho, "-my son's been dead and a momma gets first dibs."
Seven's eyes went to Pierre with a little laugh. "I'll meet up with you a little later. Promise. Enjoy the pup. I will always be good to my momma. Allow me to break you in later."
Clotho kept shaking her hips as all three, Lachesis and Atropos started to head in formation in the same direction back home. Seven was still chuckling about breaking Pierre's body in. He wanted to break his own in too. At this point he had no idea it was a different timeline's Pierre. It looked Pierre to him. No one told him a thing. All Seven knew was he, himself felt good as new like he never died. He felt the same age as when he left. There weren't a lot of differences he could tell straight away. He felt like himself in the body he stole. He was feeling on top of the world and felt high on life, literally.
Lastly, there was Piper. She moved in towards Pierre. It was her responsibility to get Pierre stable and settled in this world, so she wasn't going to go anywhere. She understood the Fates wanting a moment with their lost son after she sprung that one on them out of the blue. It was probably extremely emotional for their family.
"Here." Piper put out her hand too. "Hotel time."
Piper was the only person with the ability to leave the fae circle. She'd pop Pierre and Zero to the inn, but that was just for a starting point. She had her special room there. Then she bounced them out. They left Feral. This Pierre was going to be given choices and freedom, a real life. Piper had it all planned. She had it all charted for him for later.
First, the room. It was already purchased and ready in hoped he said yes and she actually pulled this off.
She did.
So, as it would end up Pierre, Piper, and Zero were in the temporary room. Seven would be ported in later when he finished with his family.
This was Piper so the room was nothing short of luxury. She also stocked it with food for him.
"And there's a laptop. I already got it hooked up to the internet. I put a special charge card number in the drawer of the desk to use to start shopping. I didn't want to do it for you. I only bought a few essentials. Swim trunks in case you want to go down to the pool. Styling products, a little green, hair dryer, um, a couple shirts, pants, but I wanted to leave it to you. Most people like to dress themselves. If you really need a stylist to get started just let me know. Just whatever you need, use that card. Food. Whatever. I'll take care of it until we get you up and running in this life. I wouldn't leave you hanging like that. I'm just glad you're here."
"You get to stay here until you decide where you want to be. We can discuss all that whenever you're ready. Your choices. I figured you might just want to relax tonight."
"OH MY GOD. PIERRE! There's a whirlpool tub in this bathroom. It's as big as a swimming pool! Right here in the room!"
Zero looked between Piper and Pierre. "Sorry was I interrupting something? Seriously, you gotta see this."
This Pierre, in this alternate verse, chose Piper. It was his last night alive, he had an inkling of that, and was choosing to spend it with Piper. A sensuous, sexual, passion-charged night. He was still the Pierre that everyone knew and rolled their eyes at, no matter the universe he still had a wandering eye, but when it counted? He chose Piper.
This Pierre had gone with the Laveaus when his mother and sister had come to confront Phoebus and pick up their stuff. He hadn’t tortured Thomas with hours of trying to justify his decisions. He had still been a pest at the Laveau house, sure, but it wasn’t out of anything bad-natured. That’s just what happens sometimes. But he didn’t make an enemy of himself, the way that the Pierre standing next to Piper right now had.
So all of that could very much have factored into the decision that Piper was going to make very soon.
“I missed you too,” Pierre said, his dark eyes brightening as he looked at her in the dim lighting of the room. “You were always my number one girl, you know that, right? No matter what happened, no matter who I was with, my mind … it always went right back to you.”
Even now, he kept tearing his eyes off of the vision of himself and Piper in that bathtub, and looking back to the real one. And that was damn hard for him. He was never one to turn down free porn.
He moaned, his Adam’s apple bobbing as she was touching him in this enclosed space. It was hard to focus on the plan when she was looking at him like this. Touching him like this. His breath was coming out quicker. Real touch. Not what happened in Hell. But real. Honest. Touch. “Promise me - we’ll have lots of time for this in the future?” He whispered.
He even thought about turning back time to when they got here. Have her here in this closet. He was already hard as a damn rock, just from her touch. Just from hearing himself in that bathtub out there. And from the idea of having life once more.
He let out a small groan into the kiss, his hands on his hips, feeling the dip of her waist before it flared out into that. “You’re bringing me back, how can I say no?”
He never even questioned how this one was going to die. He just saw the lucky fucker in a bathtub. At least he was having a good last day right? And then the thump - thump - thump of heavy footsteps. It sent a shiver up his spine just hearing them coming. He was growing nervous now. He was trying to appear brave, for Piper’s sake but shit, he was still a bit squeamish. He almost wanted to stay in that closet but Piper’s pull brought him out of it and he went running. Jump and slam. Jump and slam. Easy peasy. Like - those stupid football games that Ronno’s dad loved to watch.
And he tried. But the slam was too hard. Too physical. And what he did was slam his way into Delta’s line of fire, and push the other Pierre out of the way, and Piper grabbed him and took him back to the alternate universe. The exact Pierre Renault that everyone knew and loved to hate, was gone in a vomitous, fiery spew.
And now this new Pierre Renault was in this other world, the ends of his hair still damp, naked with a towel, and trying to get his bearings. But his eyes settled mainly on Piper, someone familiar, someone who he had just been with, someone who was now somehow magically dressed. His eyesbrows were furrowed as he ran his fingers nervously through his hair, making no attempt to tighten the towel or cover himself up more. They had talked about this happening but - actually having it happen?
Much like how he had made other decisions that greatly affected his life, though they might not have seemed so monumental at the time, others had too. In this other life, New Orleans hadn’t been wiped out. There weren’t zombies walking around. Hence how the scribbles kept ending up at Delta’s door, there were still plenty of them around. These changes were going to have to be adjusted to, once his mind wrapped around everything.
But one thing that never changed across universes was these were his two dudes. A grin came across his face as he saw them. He was alive. Seven never died in his universe so he was still alive too. He still had his two best guys. “It’s - definitely me,” He said, because in a way, it was. He was him. Pierre Renault.
He looked down at himself and chuckled. “Man, I wish. That sounds so much nicer than what really happens,” He said, a shiver going down his spine as he thought about the way that he would have died if not for Piper’s interfering. It could very well have come from the cold as well. “Dragon fire.”
He took the blankets from mothers with a charming grin, cacooining himself in one. And then because some things never truly change - “Wanna get somewhere warm and give this body a spin?” Which one of them was he talking to? All, of course.
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Thinkin' (I'm not afraid of you now)
pairing: mentor!agatha x reader
summary: one sleepless night, you go downstairs to see what agatha is doing. you watch her spellwork, wonder quietly, and find comfort in her magic. and maybe, your opinion helps her a little, too.
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You couldn't sleep. It was another peaceful night, the day had gone well. You had your lessons, Agatha had been her usual sharp self, of course, but you had done fairly well, fumbling only one or two spells. You tried to fall back asleep, but after several minutes of lying there awake, staring at your darkened ceiling with no luck, you gave up and sat up, sliding the warm covers off of you and slipping out into the dim hallway.
There was little light in the living room, a faint sliver of violet glimmering from the crack of the basement door that stood ajar. With careful, hesitant steps, you decided to go see what it was your so called mentor did while you were sleeping. Most nights you could hear her downstairs, quiet hums of magic reverberating through he walls, soothing you to sleep as you silently drifted off.
But tonight sleep wasn't coming to you, and, well, you were curious. And Agatha always told you your curiosity was one of your decent traits. So you softly padded over the oriental living room rug, the dark mahogany floors and over to the basement door. You pushed it open, expecting it to make a sound, but nothing.
With gentle steps you descended the stairs, taking in the humid purple glow the room held, a chill washing over your skin at the slight change of temperature. You paused on the second-to-last step.
Agatha was there, sitting at her work desk, a pile of old spellbooks on her right, one giant tome open in front of her, its pages withering, darkened at the edges.
"Are you just going to stand there and admire me?"
You almost jumped at her voice, so caught up in examining the room that you hadn't been looking at her. She turned, then, and smiled, a sort of half-smug knowing smirk.
"Well?" she said, her head tilting to one side in expectation, "I suppose I shouldn't tell you you should be asleep."
You fumbled with your fingers, the hem of your sleeve.
"I'm not tired."
"Oh please, if you're going to lie to me dearie at least try to make it sound believable." She beckoned you over with one hand and you came closer, away from the staircase and over to the dark wooden desk. It seemed old. Centuries old maybe. You wondered where she'd got it.
"Admiring my furniture now?" she smiled deviously.
"Uh-- no. Just... this place is..."
"Ah, yes." she sighed, waving a hand in dismissal, "You haven't been down here much, have you, dear?"
"No."
"Right, then rules first. This—" she gestured to a row of odd-looking leather-bound books on a shelf, "you don't touch."
You gave a small nod.
"That—" an assortment of glass jars with different-colored herbs in them, "you also don't touch."
Another nod. She paused, hand already raised towards a third thing, a high shelf with pouches and several interesting looking objects you didn't recognize, but then lowered it back down,
"Actually, scratch that, just don't touch anything."
You looked down.
She hated that look, the way your insecure gaze could just sometimes make her feel a bit warm- guilty, even. Not that she'd ever admit it. She sighed softly, resigned almost as she leaned back in her chair.
"Why are you down here, pet?" she asked in a rather soft tone, surprising you.
"I couldn't sleep." you told her honestly. "And I wanted to see what you were doing down here." Magic."
"Hun, you see my magic every day."
You swallowed. Nodded. Then raised your head a little, suddenly desperate to explain yourself.
"I-- I know. In lessons. But this is different. This is—"
"Advanced." Agatha filled in, her tone a little flat.
You shrunk a little.
"I know. Can I just watch though, just for a bit?"
She looked at you, and maybe it was the sight of you in your pajamas, looking so out of place in the dark, scary witches lair, that somehow reminded her of how much younger and more inexperienced you were compared to her. Well. Not just you. A lot of witches, but you were her student, of sorts, her mentee, hers to...
To what?
Protect?
No-- she shook that off quickly, tried to set herself right again. But she sighed. Gave in anyway.
"Fine." she said, "Stay. And-- don't make too much noise."
You smiled slightly. Nodded. Sat down on the floor and watched the room for a moment, how it somehow felt more alive than the rest of the house, an afterglow of so many spells, magic thrumming in the cold, damp air, and yet-- there was a warmth there too. Somehow, you felt it, not warmth maybe-- protection. Like you were safe. Like nothing could touch you here.
After letting yourself think on it you realized you were probably right, to some degree. Knowing Agatha, she'd only have the best protection spells, wards, sigils and runes set in place, and as if to prove you right upon lifting your head you saw them-- big, glowing symbols, some glowing brightly, some etched into the stone of the walls or ceiling.
A stack of papers and more books littered the floor around you, all the way from her desk, lining one wall and then stopping at the bookshelf and those jars and pouches. In the meantime Agatha had quietly gone back to whatever she was doing before, which you now saw was a spell of some kind, bright, glowing, turning inwards like it was collapsing in on itself continuously, reminding you of a dying star.
You watched, transfixed, as her hands moved around the ball of light, forming it in different ways, stretching, then returning to its original size. You had no idea what it was or what it was supposed to do, but Agatha clearly did because she scribbled something onto a piece of paper, scratched something out, then did it again. It looked the same, and she huffed slightly, annoyed.
And you couldn't take it anymore.
"What are you doing?" You blurted.
She paused, turned, as if she'd forgotten you were there, watching her, and then said,
"Trying to perfect something."
"What does it do?"
A smirk fell upon her lips, and she looked almost proud of herself for a moment. "Trust me sweetheart, you don't want to know."
"Something bad?"
Agatha looked at you. "Not bad, hun, powerful. There's a difference." And you thought for a moment there was a sudden bitterness in her tone, as if retorting back on being judged too harshly, defensive.
"I didn't mean it like that." you said quietly, and something in her expression softened.
"I know, dear. It's...alright. You're curious. That's good." she paused, adding, "But it can also be dangerous."
"I know." you said, "But it's you. You'd never hurt me."
She paused then, as if considering your words, something unheard of so far. "Wouldn't I?" she breathed out, half-question, half-statement, and you took it upon yourself to answer it for her.
"You wouldn't. I know so."
She smiled at you briefly, as if your reply had touched some deep part of her that she wasn't sure was still there. Then she shook her head as if to dismiss the thought.
"Come sit up here," she told you, "you'll catch a cold on that floor."
You got up, scooted beside her on the chair where she'd moved to give you more space. You pressed against her side, feeling a little warmer indeed.
You felt a wave of emotion wash over you, something like melancholy, or nostalgia, or grief on her part. Everyone thought she was so awful, so scary, so... dangerous. But powerful didn't mean bad, and you felt a sudden urge to reassure her that you didn't agree with them. Yes, she could be scary, and formidable, and destructive, but she'd never hurt you. You believed that. And having her on your side...well..
"Agatha?" you murmured.
She gave you a soft hum in response, back to scribbling on her paper, you felt her arm moving against your shoulder.
"Can I see your purple again?"
She stilled. You knew she'd always called it that, her magic, her pretty, vivid, purple magic, but maybe she wasn't used to hearing others call it that too. If she was surprised much she didn't let it show, but nodded, faintly, just once.
"Alright." she murmured. "What do you want, hmm? A spell, some runes, a pretty light show to indulge that curiosity of yours?"
You smiled. A little shyly, happy.
"A light show?"
She smirked, flicked her wrist, making a cloud of violet appear from thin air. "Like this, you mean?"
Your smile grew.
She watched you for a moment, then moved her hand a little, and the wisps of light turned a little darker, still swirling together and moving through air like rippling water. You felt your eyes droop, almost sleepy at the sight, finding it mesmerizing.
"Don't go falling asleep on me, toots." she piped up gently, a hint of genuine affection in her voice now.
"I'm not." you said back, but your voice, too, was getting quieter. You forced yourself to stay awake.
"Your magic's so pretty, you know that?" you murmured.
Agatha chuckled softly. "Ah, pet, that's because I'm making it pretty for you. Trust me, you wouldn't like it otherwise."
"That's not true, it's always pretty."
You felt her, still against your side, quiet for a moment, unnatural for her.
"You don't know what I've done, pet." she said, softly. "If you...had... you'd be running away from me and my magic, not begging to see more of it."
You gently shook your hair. "I know about you, Agatha. I read all those books you're mentioned in. You don't think I know?"
She frowned slightly, a slip of emotion escaping her usually composed expression. The light in her hand flickered slightly, as if exposing her surprise.
"Have you, now." she said softly. It wasn't a question. But you answered anyway.
"Of course I have. I'm...here with you, every day. You think I'd just let anyone teach me magic?"
She exhaled softly, letting her hand drop back to her lap, pulling the magic with it. It crackled out of existence. You frowned slightly, still sleepy.
"You're so...good, darling." she said softly, and you felt her fingers ghost over your hair. "You shouldn't be learning magic from someone like me."
"But I don't want anyone else." you said quietly. "I want you."
She looked down at you, a foreign, soft look in her eyes.
"I suppose there's no changing your mind, is there, pet?" she asked, "You're as curious as you are stubborn, too."
That pulled a small smile from you. "No...I'm not changing my mind. Like ever."
She huffed, a familiar smirk slipping back into place, but you could feel her still threading through your hair, ever so softly.
"It's late, pet." she said, turning to you. Then she laughed at your obvious pout.
"None of that now, don't give me that look.
"But the purple—"
"There's plenty of time for that tomorrow."
"But I'm not tired--"
"You're almost asleep, darling, don't think I don't know you that well."
"Will you at least talk to me a little more if I go to bed?"
It was your turn to laugh at her expression. "I don't do bedtime stories, kid. I'm a scary old witch, not a doting mother."
You gave her your best pleading look.
"Oh, fine-" she huffed, already standing up and pulling you with her, "You get one more light show and that's it, off to bed. Come on."
You let her walk you back upstairs, leaning against her ever so slightly.
"Agatha?" you asked as you settled back into bed, and she sat on top of the covers, tucking you in despite her previous protests of not doting.
"Yes, hun?"
"Can you show me more stuff from the basement tomorrow? Like, tell me a bit what everything does?"
She paused, as if not expecting the question, but nodded faintly.
"Fine. I'll show you around a bit, give you a proper tour if you like."
You grinned, and listened to her when she told you to lay down and at least try to fall asleep.
"Agatha?"
She gave you a look. "Yes?"
"Do I still get that light show, or—"
"Oh, for hell's sake kid, yes, now shut up and watch." she waved a hand to dim the lights.
You smiled, settled back against your pillow, feeling warm and sleepy, and watched her conjure more pretty shapes in mid-air, letting the purple, somehow softer this time, soothe your tired eyes and pull you over into sleep. The protection runes were useful, you thought as you felt yourself vaguely drift off, the purple glow still flickering in and our of your vision, but having her by your side was the best protection you ever could have. With that, you fell into an easy sleep.
A/n: title is from Forwards Beckon Rebound by Adrianne Lenker (yes, again, i love that song and i think it fits so well for Agatha 💜) anyways hope you liked this and love y'all so much!! <3
#agatha harkness#agatha all along#marvel#reader insert#agatha harkness x reader#marvel cinematic universe#agnes of westview#agatha
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favorite rotg theory?
I honestly forgot most of the theories bc I disagree with most of them tbh. imo most fan theories tend to overcomplicate or villainise/de-villianise characters while completely missing the point.
but this is a positive question so i'll try my best lmao
I think my favourite is probably that Jack lost his memories not because of the Man in the Moon, but because he died. Whether that be because of a resurrection, or because of trauma induced amnesia.
Although, tbh, my personal (related) theory is that Jack never even died in the first place. If we look at his first scene, we can see him let out a breath as soon as he leaves the water
if he'd died of drowing, he'd have to cough up all the water he'd inhaled, or at least not have anything breath left to exhale.
(also, interesting that his breath in this scene is always misty, like its warm. and is like that for multiple breaths, so not necessarily "the last warm breath he had left in him" since he's continuously exhaling warmth. which also implies that Jack is warm-blooded, not cold or undead, but alive.
I'm realising now that I have a lot of theories... idk man, it's kinda hard to pick a favourite when you could debate every point with the same enthusiasm.)
then compare this scene to his memory of falling through the ice
it's so quick for a drowning, which are notoriously fast. Google suggests it takes 3 minutes to drown, which this is well under.
and yes, this is possibly just a cinematic verison of events, sped up for the viewers sakes.
however, what if it's not. what if Jack entered the water, the Man in the Moon saw it, knew that no one in this time period was going to be able to save him, and just sort of put him on pause. suspended animation, if you will, so that he had time to save him as best he could.
This theory is also part of my "the Man in the Moon did nothing wrong" movement.
What evidence do we have that the Man in the Moon has enough power to do anything more than he already does? What evidence do we have that the Man in the Moon didn't drain his powers saving Jack?
The only time in the entire movie that we know he actually, audibly spoke to anyone on Earth was the very beginning where Jack says he told him his name. And even that wasn't audible to the audience! Only Jack heard that, so potentially he could be restricted by any number of things - only being able to speak through mental connections, only to his "creations" or "beneficiaries", only through abstract thoughts.
If we throw GoC into the mix
(which nobody has to, but I like to. I've been vagued before about forcing other people to accept GoC as canon, but I'm not trying to do that and never was. I just like it and want to use it as my canon.)
then we can play with the timeline a little, as GoC canonincally happens "some decades" before the steam train is invented: The steam train is invented in 1784 so GoC probably takes place in around the 1740s.
Jack is 300 ish in 2012, so his "birthday" is probably around 1712. So he was around well before the Guardians even existed (or, well, the group was formed at least. GoC Manny, Bunny and Sandy are millenia old, North is in his twenties/thirties probably and Tooth is a bit of a mystery, so..).
Which means that the Man in the Moon resurrected Jack before Pitch was even woken by Nightlight, and he was presumed dead.
The Man in the Moon only ever communicates through specific mirrors (actually I think they were gongs but basically it functions like a window) in GoC, except for book 5 where they physically go to the moon - but book 5 is weird and breaks the RotG canon so I don't count it - which also lends itself to this theory that the Man in the Moon expended his power resource before GoC. So he couldn't talk to Jack more than he had. Jack would have needed to go find one of these mirrors (one is in the Lunar Lamadry in the Himalayas, I believe on top of Mt Everest????).
GoC also sets the Man in the Moon up to be kind but incredibly distant and unsocialised. He was raised on the moon by his parent's robot servants and only interacted with Earth through their technology. To him being alone is just his normal, so he probably doesn't see Jack's isolation as a that big of a deal.
anyway, sorry that got a bit out of hand. Here are some honorable mentions for theories that I like:
Jack is descended from Katherine and Nightlight (yes this breaks the GoC/RotG canon I just established - this would have to be a different timeline to that)
Jamie is descended from Jack's Sister
Jack's Sister is named Mary (technically confirmed to be true by Joyce - I like the nickname Molly for Mary)
Baby Tooth was granted free will by Jack naming her & will develop & grow more now that she's no longer a part of the collective (I think this originated with @drowningostrich but I'm not sure)
Mother Nature is friends with all nature/element/seasonal spirits including Jack and Bunny
There's a fuck ton of other spirits out there who have their own society that Jack was just largely on the outskirts of (not necessarily an outcast, but more like a forgotten aspect)
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alhaitham & paimon thoughts (with mentions of the traveler, wanderer, and nahida <3) because he is clearly fond of her and wants her to learn stuff, their stupid silly friendship is so sweet
i imagine enrolling into the akademiya would obviously require a pen on paper process, amongst other things - perhaps an entrance exam. since he's already done this before, and is doing this again for paimon without any notice to the traveler and her; he just checks off all the answers because he knows them already.
personal information? first name paimon, last name fairy, optional middle name floaty. or something like that.
age??? he just jots some random ass number down
address? he just puts down his own home address. easy peasy
paimon and the traveler receive TWO letters; one from him and another with a seal of the akademiya waxed onto it. the other letter was sent to his place, but he sends it with his own letter to Them.
they open his fucking letter and paimon loses her mind because "what do you mean that guy enrolled paimon into the akademiya!??!?!?" and the other letter is the acceptance letter - it details how she's been accepted and lists the courses and classes she'll take, what darshan she's in and all that
imagine she actually attends one class and it's with wanderer; he had no damn clue she was even enrolled until now. that makes both of them just fire up and want to better the other because . They're stupid like that
when wanderer gets back to nahida and tells her about it, she's like "oh yeah! i already know! alhaitham told me he was gonna do it"
he didn't tell her BECAUSE he wanted to get approval from her for it, no. he wasn't even gonna tell her. he just gave her a heads up about that because they happened to bump into each other at the house of daena that day, and he was like Sure why not . he would've done it regardless, whether he let nahida know ahead of time or not
anyways i have so many silly thoughts about them they are everything to me i love sumeru
#mya's idle chatter#genshin#genshin impact#alhaitham#nahida#wanderer#wanderer genshin#scaramouche#paimon
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Eskel remained where he was topside for the time being, looking through the rain and towards the steadily vanishing Skellige Islands, much smaller in appearance by now. He kept his heightened senses pealed for any signs of sea monsters... even unrelated to their reasons for being here, they were liable to encounter some. Possibly even influenced by the Leviathan or the Great Old One beneath Darkwater Island. He wouldn't put anything as being outside of its ability. There was still the possibility, likelihood, of the involvement of the Deep Ones. As they sailed, it wasn't long before the crew began to sing old, bawdy nautical and whaling tunes as they worked, the Witcher's marred visage smirking at the lyrics and humming along to himself. His instincts told him the crew wasn't likely part of the cult... but he wasn't about to write them off, as yet. He'd survived his share of nasty surprises as it were. Never underestimated anybody. The world was full of capable actors. At some point in the voyage, his medallion hummed... and he believed it came from the book she had taken earlier, opening it. Soon after, he sensed her joining him up on the deck, smelling her perfume over the salty sea air, his viper eyes looking back to find the rain soaked, crimson haired, pale Sorceress drawing near. The evident troubled look on her face she was trying and failing to disguise as she moved to his side and joined him at the railing. His deep, calm voice spoke up to her again at last, starting to assess her state... the likely cause he had been suspecting.
"Nautical tunes keeping you awake, red? The rain and waves? Or the voices of the Great Old Ones? You might not want to talk about it, but you don't have to. I am something of an occult detective. Can piece clues together. I warned you about exposing yourself too much to that book. Or any artifacts and creations of cosmic abominations, imbued with their dark power. Much less even speaking the R'lyehian language aloud. Trust me, as a Witcher I'm more curious about all those things than you ever were... the knowledge of the universe and its entities, the power in them... but you have to know when to walk away from them, before it's too late. That's the key to beating them. Deny them a hold upon you."
The Witcher at last turned his viper eyes from her and out towards the sea, towards the thickening, ominous mist rising in the distance, darkness of night almost fully upon them, the clouds obscuring the stars. They couldn't yet make out Darkwater Island anywhere... but there would be time enough for that yet. He only hoped they didn't get impeded by any Krakens or Sea Dragons... there could be no further delays to reaching Darkwater Island and the lost city of R'lyeh... the cult had enough of a head start as it were. Unless they were specifically waiting for him and Sabrina... given all the work she had been doing with the book they were now in possession of. Perhaps she was part of this, now. Either way, it was evident by now how much trouble awaited them on the island. He would have to keep an eye on her no less than he was everyone else... lest the Great Old Ones influence prove their undoing. Already he knew this was liable to be a case to put the others of his long life to shame... certainly in terms of scale and danger... the entire world and perhaps beyond at risk, here. He'd almost welcome the Second Conjunction of the Spheres by comparison, at least with that they would stand a chance when it came to pass. With that in mind, he went on as before, low tone serious yet placid. Making her aware of the gravity of the situation they were in. Settling a hand on top of hers on the railing, gripping it tightly, knowing she felt the magic emanating from his touch.
"A little at a time, the more of their knowledge you consume, the more of it you desire, and the more sanity is stolen from you. You become susceptible to their influence and corruption. End up a husk with an appetite and a shadow of your former self. A slave of their will, like these cultists. The closer we are to their so called God, the more at risk you are. You've always been too smart for your own good... and it's time you learned the difference between intelligence and wisdom. The Necronomicon must be destroyed. There are others like it out there, but you have bonded to this one. Even now it beckons to you from afar... as its slumbering master does. In your dreams and waking hours alike. The High Priest of the Great Old Ones. The call of Cthulhu reaches out to you."
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The bed was surprisingly comfortable, with plush pillows and a thick wool blanket that smelled faintly of the sea. She sank into it gratefully, feeling the tension in her muscles slowly melt away. For a moment, she allowed herself to just breathe, listening to the rhythm of the rain and the rocking of the ship. It had been days since she'd slept in anything but a hard, cold dirt, and this felt like a small piece of heaven. But she couldn't indulge for long. With a groan, she pushed herself into a sitting position and pulled out the book from her bag. The leather was damp, the pages sticking together slightly, but the inked words remained clear. She flipped through them, her eyes searching for a hint, a clue, anything that might help them destroy the book she lost without unleashing the chaos it contained. Her eyes widened as she found a page with an incantation scribbled in the margins, written in a language she knew, but doubted others knew. It was like nothing anyone had studied, ancient and powerful and she had kept a separate book of research.
Her heart racing, she leaned closer, whispering the words aloud. They tasted foreign on her tongue, but she felt a strange resonance within her, as if the very air around her was vibrating in response.
“I’ll make them pay.”
The pain in her head grew more intense, but she gritted her teeth and continued, knowing she was onto something vital. The words grew louder in her mind, drowning out the sounds of the storm outside. It was as if the book itself was urging her on, whispering the incantation to her soul. As she quickly snapped it closed, and put it away, she could feel it all around her then, the power, the magic, the curses, the spells, it was all here, this ship then, the crew, are not what they seem to be.
She took a deep breath, got herself up off the bed, and walked across the cabin floor. After moving to the door, she opened it and stepped outside into the darkness. She was hit by the smell of the sea—salt and the stench of rotten wood. As she scanned her surroundings, the ship's crew loomed in the back of her mind. Having read her copy of the book and reviewed her research notes, she considered that these people were not truly human; they were either cultists or something else pretending to be human. Perhaps they were under some powerful magic or curse—she wasn't entirely sure.
However, she understood she had walked into the lion's den by getting on this ship.
She glanced around, searching for him. She found him leaning over the edge, staring down at the crashing waves. She didn’t need to say anything; he would know anyway. He was one of the best at what he did, and he understood the danger posed by the people around her. They might not even make it to their destination before something awful happened. If that were the case, they would have to find a way to fight, as they always did.
Her head still hurt, and memories of her past flooded back—horrible mistakes she had made long ago. The book she had found years ago only amplified her regrets. Now, those mistakes were in the hands of someone else, someone cold, and they were about to unleash something terrible. The crew around her were not human, and she knew he realized that as well; it was just a matter of figuring out how they would deal with them.
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Daddy's Credit Card
Cullen Family x Female Vampire Reader (Platonic)
PART 6
Summary: Edward and Bella's wedding day was fast approaching. Bella begins to struggle with the idea of becoming a vampire. She also wonders what a future with Edward could look like if he continues his turbulent relationship with Y/N.
TW: Mentions of marriage, manipulation, lack of regard for the feelings of others.
Edward stood on the terrace, looking out into the forest and watching the sun rise through the trees. Y/N made her way over to him, crossing her arms and leaning against the railing.
The silence settled easily between them and for a moment it almost felt like it used to. He hoped that their tense exchange from the previous day would be forgotten, but Y/N had never been one for turning over new leaves.
Y/N had always been impulsive and Edward dealt with it well until her impulsivity put Bella at risk.
"That gaudy ring that your human has been parading around with leads me to believe that congratulations are in order... I didn't think you had it in you to make so many life ruining choices in so little time," Y/N stated.
"How did you find out?" Edward asked.
"The real question is why you hid it from me," She replied.
"I didn't hide it," Edward said.
"Did you think I wouldn't come back if you told me you were engaged to her?" Y/N questioned.
Edward hesitated, "I needed you," He stated softly.
Y/N hated that he thought the simple statement justified his lies to her. Edward had never been outright cruel, he moved in the shadows with practiced precision. He kept his hands clean while burying the knife in her flesh like he had done countless times before.
Edward lied by omission, but he knew exactly what he was doing.
"You needed my power, not me," Y/N said.
"I care about you, Y/N... I want you to be here with us," Edward said.
"Where exactly do you think I belong in this perfect life you've created for yourself, hmm? Following you and your wife around until she eventually dies so you're not alone?" Y/N asked, looking over at him.
"I'm turning her into a vampire after the wedding," He said.
"Oh, how sweet of you to consider me when planning your happy life," Y/N replied bitterly.
"Don't patronize me, Y/N," He snapped.
"You started it," She said calmly, straightening up and turning towards him.
Edward huffed, "That wasn't my intention," He said.
"You're a fool, Edward. I have told you that you need to cut her loose and you've chosen to shackle yourself to her instead," Y/N said.
"I love her," Edward stated.
"She is plain... The only thing that makes her interesting to you is the fact that you can't read her mind. The fascination will wear off after a few decades and you will toss her away like chewed gum," She said.
"I would never do that to her," Edward snapped.
"But you did it to me without an issue," Y/N replied coldly.
Edward huffed, "You were a danger to her, Y/N," He said.
"No, I wasn't. If I wanted the girl dead, she'd be dead and you know that," Y/N said.
Y/N was right, she didn't need to be able to use her powers to kill Bella. Y/N may have had some ill intent during their previous interactions, but she hadn't taken any action.
Y/N had been Edward's trusted friend for years and he couldn't imagine a future without her. He loved Bella, but Y/N was family and he wouldn't turn his back on her.
"You're right," Edward muttered.
Y/N looked over at him, almost confused by his response to her, "Did you just agree with me?" She questioned.
Edward shot her a look, "I did, but don't let it go to your head... I know that you haven't been welcoming to Bella but I want to be able to trust you around her. I'm willing to continue our friendship if you are," Edward said.
"Is your little girlfriend going to be okay with this?" Y/N questioned.
"It doesn't matter. You're one of the most important people in my life and she'll have to deal with it," Edward said.
Y/N smirked, "Already picking favorites before you're even married... Good luck with the wedding," She said, stepping away from the railing and moving inside.
Edward lingered on the balcony, he felt unsettled after their interaction and he couldn't pinpoint why. Y/N knew about Edward's engagement and the plan to change Bella after the wedding which had been his biggest cause for concern.
No one in the family had told her, which meant that the news had come from Bella directly. Edward's relationship with Bella had been strained lately and an unsupervised interaction with Y/N could definitely explain it.
Bella hadn't been sleeping, her nights were filled with bad dreams and restless sleep. When Edward asked her about what was worrying her, she brushed him off and told him that everything was fine. Edward hated not knowing what she was thinking, she had been quiet and it worried him.
There had been no yelling or use of excessive force during his conversation with Y/N which should have made him feel better about their situation, but it didn't.
They were in uncharted territory and Edward couldn't help but feel on edge. Bella was still an undoubtedly fragile human and he just needed to keep her safe until the wedding. After that, she would be a vampire and a permanent part of the Cullen family.
Edward suddenly stiffened when he realized where Y/N had gone. She would do anything she could to push him and Bella further apart, even if it meant using his own words against him.
...
Edward raced to town and arrived in Bella's bedroom quickly, Y/N was sitting in a chair while the young human hovered awkwardly by the door.
"Hello, Edward. I was just updating your human on the details of our talk. I think you have a couple things that need to be discussed," Y/N said, standing up from the chair.
Edward grabbed her wrist, "Why would you do this?" He asked angrily.
"I just think everyone needs to know where they stand before our friendship can continue. The human agrees, don't you?" Y/N asked, looking over at Bella.
"Leave her out of this," Edward snapped, grip tightening on her wrist.
"Stop it, both of you. My god, you're like children and it's ridiculous," Bella said, Edward released Y/N's arm.
"Look, she's right about knowing where everyone stands, but I know that she only came here to try and mess with my head," Bella stated.
"Not as stupid as she looks," Y/N muttered.
"Shut up," Edward snapped.
"Can you go? You've caused a sufficient amount of issues now, Y/N," Bella mumbled, shifting uncomfortably on her feet and crossing her arms.
"It would be my pleasure," She said, turning her attention to Edward.
"Have fun cleaning up the mess you've created, Edward," Y/N smiled, disappearing without another word.
Edward let out a huff, "Bella, I was going to tell you about reaching out to her," He started.
"When?" Bella asked, making her way over to him.
"You haven't been sleeping lately and I didn't want to add another thing onto your plate," Edward said.
"I haven't been sleeping because of all of this," Bella said, gesturing between them, "She hates me and she's getting in my head about everything. I have nightmares that she kills me before I make it to the altar," Bella said.
"She wouldn't do that," Edward stated.
"I think you're seriously underestimating her, Edward," Bella said, shaking her head.
"Y/N has a problem with me, not you. I haven't been entirely honest with her lately and that's on me," Edward stated.
"Why are you keeping things from her? If she's really your friend, you should be able to tell her everything," Bella said.
"Y/N and I have a complicated relationship, Bella. I can't just abandon her and I need you to respect that," He said.
Bella huffed, "What if I said 'it's her or me'?" She questioned.
Edward faltered, opening his mouth before quickly closing it again. He didn't know what to say, he assumed that the answer would be easy but he hesitated.
Edward had never allowed himself to think about fully giving up on Y/N. He didn't love her, but she was his best friend. He felt like he was missing something when she wasn't around.
Having Y/N disappear from his life had proved to him that he would never be ready to close the door on her.
"Wow... I don't even know what to say," She muttered, sitting down on the edge of her bed.
"I don't love her, Bella, but she's my best friend and I won't abandon her," Edward said.
"She's a big girl, Edward. I'm sure she can handle it," Bella stated.
"No, she can't," Edward snapped.
Bella looked shocked before she let out a shaky exhale, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you... I just- This is something I am not willing to compromise on. Y/N has been through a lot and I owe it to her," Edward said.
"Fine, but I need to know that nothing is going to happen before or during the wedding," Bella said.
"I promise," Edward nodded.
Bella hoped that she could trust him, but the nightmares continued to plague her. She wanted to tell him that he needed to choose her, but his mind was made up.
His hesitation when she asked him to pick between her and Y/N only served to solidify her doubts. When she put him on the spot, he picked Y/N and in high pressure situations he was likely to do the same thing.
The wedding was only days away and a pit was beginning to form in her stomach. Marriage was one thing, but becoming a vampire was not something that she could opt out of easily. Edward put a lot of weight into the idea of marriage and once she became like him, she would be stuck.
Bella couldn't walk away from him after he gave her immortality. She also struggled to cope with the idea of having her entire life be stuck in such a toxic loop.
Y/N was reactive and manipulative, pushing them apart whenever they got closer to one another. She was possessive of Edward and had some serious issues that would interfere with their relationship for the foreseeable future.
Bella hoped that things would fall into place, but she was beginning to feel like they never would.
...
Edward and Bella were getting married tomorrow. Alice had planned absolutely everything for the wedding. She took care of the guest list, the invitations, the flowers, the dress and everything in between.
The property of the Cullen house had been fully transformed for the wedding. Intricate flowers were hanging from overhead and a beautiful arch had been created for them to get married under.
Bella was still having nightmares, but refused to acknowledge them as the wedding day approached. Bella hadn't heard a peep from Y/N since she meddled in their relationship after her conversation with Edward.
Y/N had moved back into the Cullen house, but had been keeping to herself for the most part. Bella was almost beginning to wonder if Edward was keeping her in check or if she was quiet for a more malicious reason.
Edward visited Bella in her bedroom before his bachelor party and they talked about his past. The conversation threw her off, it almost seemed like he was trying to give her a reason to call off their engagement.
Their relationship was still tense, but it was starting to go back to the way it had been. Despite Y/N trying to get under Bella's skin about Edward reaching out to her, the conversation had actually helped.
They were able to lay their cards on the table and be honest. Edward's connection to Y/N was complex and problematic but it was always going to exist. Their conversation lifted some of the weight from her shoulders, but hadn't relieved it entirely.
Bella sent him off to his brothers for his bachelor party before settling in for a night of restless sleep. Edward's bachelor party involved a rather entertaining hunt and some juvenile behavior with his brothers until the sun began to rise.
Edward walked through the forest on his way back to the Cullen house with Jasper and Emmett. Morning dew glistened on the greenery and birds began to chirp in the trees.
"I wonder what Y/N is going to get up to today. That's one hell of a wild card to have at your wedding," Emmett said with a smirk.
"She's not going to try anything," Edward stated.
"You sure about that?" Jasper questioned.
Edward huffed, "I don't know what she's up to lately," He said.
"Might be best to put Carlisle on Y/N duty. He can keep an eye on her for you," Emmett said.
"If I do that she'll think I don't trust her," Edward said.
"But you don't," Emmett stated, climbing over a fallen tree trunk.
"I don't want her to know that," Edward shrugged.
"I'm glad she's moving back in. I missed having her around," Emmett said.
"Me too," Jasper nodded, "She's fun and she makes you loosen up a bit," He said, looking over at Edward.
"She hates Bella," Edward stated.
"Nah, I don't think so. Just seems like she's trying to keep you from doing something stupid," Emmett said, Edward shot him a glare.
"Hey, I don't think it's stupid, but she definitely does," Emmett said, holding his hands up.
Edward huffed, "I'll talk to her. She has to know how important the wedding is to us," He said.
"Good luck with that," Jasper smirked.
The trio fell silent as they approached the Cullen house, splitting off into their respective rooms while Edward made his way to Y/N's bedroom.
He knew that Emmett was right and he needed to talk to Y/N. She had been far too quiet for it to mean anything good. He knocked on her door gently, lowering his hand and waiting for her to reply from inside.
Edward knew she was in her room and the silence frustrated him. Edward opened the door after a moment had passed, Y/N was sitting in her armchair with a book in her lap.
"No response means no one's home," Y/N muttered, flipping the page in her book.
Edward stepped into her room, closing the door behind himself, "I need to talk to you," He said.
"Well, if I wanted to talk to you I would've opened the door," Y/N replied.
"I'm getting married today and I need you to promise me that you won't do anything stupid," Edward said.
"I'm not willing to make that promise, Edward," Y/N stated.
"I can't have you there if you're going to pose a risk to the humans we've invited," He said.
"Uninvite me then," She said, closing her book and looking up at him.
Edward huffed, "You're my friend and I want you to be there. I don't think it's an outlandish request to ask you to behave," Edward said.
"Clearly you haven't met me," Y/N stated.
"I thought we were starting over after our last conversation," He said.
"Are you talking about the conversation where you invited me to be a third wheel in your marriage? Because I don't consider that to be a promising jumping off point for us," Y/N stated.
Edward shook his head, "You're insufferable, you know that? I have been bending over backwards trying to make things work between us and you don't care," He said.
"You brought me here under false pretenses, Edward. You have dragged me along like a fish on a hook for half a century. Forgive me for making you grovel a little bit," Y/N snapped.
"You're a hypocrite... You talk about the things that I've done, but what about you? You haven't always had good intentions with me either," Edward stated.
"We're both awful people, but at least I'm willing to admit it," She shrugged.
Edward sighed, "I don't want to fight with you, Y/N. I just want us to be civil and I would like to have you at the wedding," He said.
"I'll go, but I can't promise to be happy about it," Y/N replied.
"That's all I ask," Edward said.
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I'm going to skip over the cute egg moments of childhood and say I've always felt wrong and I've always been masculine. I just am. When I was adopted my mom specifically stated she wanted a "little china doll" to dress up and do mommy daughter things with. What she got was a big, hairy, mentally ill Eastern European who sobbed when she tried to dress me in her handsewn pastel dresses and who's pretty blonde ringlets turned brown around 9. I've had to take estrogen since I was a kid. I've never fit physically what a girl is by what everyone told me they are. Especially my mom.
She fought and fought and physically wrestled me at a few points to make me wear skirts and makeup and do my hair. It didn't feel right. It felt bad, but over time I learned to just fucking do it because it made my mom happy and my life easier. Waxing stops hurting. The hair dye stops burning. The leg cramps can be massaged out, but you can't be muscular. Just thin. Dainty. Pretty. Hairless. Don't tan, you're already too dark. Pale. Use this lotion to be softer, paler, smell pretty. Use this body spray. Use this glorified cheese grater on your feet so they're not rough.
My mental health went to hell around 14 and I ran away after graduating early due to bullying and how bad my home life was getting. I got lucky and found a group of people who took me in, loved me, took care of me. They convinced me to go to college and I did. At college I fell into the hands of some very bad people.
At the time I was so sure they were my friends. This group of women who just wanted to help me. They were lgbt+ and they were progressive leftists who said all the right things. I was 16 and I didn't know I was being groomed. I didn't know that what those women were doing to me was the same fucking thing my dad had been doing and what I ran away from because they had me so convinced that it was good. It was different.
They were helping me come to terms with what he'd done to me. Showing me porn. Touching me and worse. Telling me shit that wakes me up out of a dead sleep still. Coaxing me into this soft meek gentle thing that they kept like a lap dog. Exposure therapy they called it. Men were evil. I wasn't a boy, I was a girl. I was a good girl. I wore pink and lace and my collar was so cute and my nails were perfectly done and I had all these fucking adults doing things to me no adult should be doing to a child. I was addicted to it. I'd have done anything they told me to just to not lose the attention and love.
It wasn't until they lied about one of their boyfriends sexually assaulting them that I realized something wasn't right. They outed him as bi and lied about so much shit he'd never done and I knew because I'd been there. I realized they were liars and they really enjoyed lying and causing this guy pain. Then I realized it wasn't just him, it was all men. Then I realized I'm men and I felt like a fucking clown. I felt so stupid and gross in that dress with the makeup and everything else. How could I have let them do this to me? I was some terfs blow up doll.
I went to the school faculty, told them the girls were lying, gave my first hand account and all the chatroom receipts of them talking about what they were doing, and transferred out to another school in another state that was willing to pick up my credits.
I had so much damage to undo. I worked so fucking hard in therapy. I still blame myself. I'm never going to get over what they did to me. At the time it was just surviving the shame of it and I did. I stuffed down all my emotions about it and my gender until the last five years. Life slowed down and it felt safe to think about beyond just hating myself and my body.
It was hard to parse through what was that old misery about the body I had and what was the new because of the accident. Sometimes I still can't tell if I hate something because I'm disabled or because of the dysphoria or even because I'm fat. It feels like who I should have been is hidden under layers of wax and I'm peeling at them with a spoon and just not making a dent. I'm stuck with who I am. I can kind of see them under there. Just enough to be mad about it.
I called myself nonbinary at first and kept it to myself then finally I came out as a trans man socially and really sank my fingers back into being LGBT+
I have never felt more fucking policed by people who had no damn business in my life. All that shit that didn't matter when I was enby was suddenly a big fucking issue. What you shaved your face? What you can't bind? What you aren't doing your voice training? What you aren't on testosterone? What you aren't doing this or that or whatever the fuck. It suddenly became this nightmarish passing game where if you weren't putting your whole pussy in that blender then you weren't a real trans man.
And I did it. I reached a point where you couldn't fucking tell I was a woman once when I spoke. Crushed my tits until they were blue. Cut my precious hair. Even planned on going through with surgeries that scared the living shit out of me and results of weren't at all what I wanted just so I could pass that much more and maybe feel just a little bit better in my skin. I took medication that was dangerous because of my hormone disorder to try to be a good trans person who did it right.
I was still struggling with my grooming though and undoing all that evil and no one gave a fuck because I triggered them by just existing. God forbid I speak about it even in spaces where they dumped oceans of trauma because mine was triggering and bad.
And the culture? Repelled me. Those same fucking women that abused me were suddenly all around me in all shapes and sizes and getting praised for everything they did to me. The same art that had been used to get me comfortable wearing lolita pink bullshit and collars was being mainstreamed. The uwu baby speak I'd been trained to speak in to be cute for my abusers was mainstreamed. I was surrounded on all sides by orientalism, bio essentialism, and this tits deep hatred of men. Of masculinity.
You can't be a man and be safe to these people. "You're going to turn out just like your dad" "Why would you want to be a man after what they did to you" "All men are abusers" "All men are oppressors" "So when are you going to start raping" Treating me like I was some kind of threat when they found out I'm not fucking white then doubling down when they found out I was a man. Suddenly I was aggressive and harsh and scary when I had not even slightly changed my personality from when I was enby and they loved me.
Worse than all of that though was the pity. They pitied me for being a man, wanting to be a man, trying to be a man and it made me sick. I didn't want their fucking pity. They sowed these seeds of doubt in the post petty passive aggressive ways. Telling you it's ok if you dont pass then praising others when they do right in front of you and talking about gender euphoria and how good it all feels when you do while you're left sitting there feeling like some kind of disgusting freak of nature.
I watched people glorify this objectified take on gender and sexuality until I just couldn't anymore and I left all those rancid fucking spaces and said "I'm not a man. I'm done." and just started laughing. That's all you can do. I hit 30 and realized this is all fucking bullshit. Why am I obsessively checking myself for someone else's standard of a man? I don't need to be a man to exist.
And saying that unleashed a very special hell. Did someone hurt you? Did someone talk you into doing this? Did someone talk you out of doing this? You can tell us. You know you can just be a girl if you want to! I'm sorry that society is preventing you from realizing who you are. It gets better, I promise. Just keep trying.
Or you were never really trans.
Noooo, never mind I've never felt like a girl. Never mind all that hate I have for myself physically. Never mind my medical issues. I'm not doing enough so I was never trans. It can't be the entire community is full of toxicity, ablism, racism, sex pests, and tribalism. You would all gleefully accept a pedophile as long as they came with some kind of label then praise Kendrick at the Superbowl for calling Drake one in front of thousands. Let someone bang on a keyboard for a minute and you'll become a debate rapist when it comes out they jacked off in calls with unknowing minors or god forbid ones they damn well knew as long as they have a deadname.
So, yeah. Sure. I'm a failure. I failed to be a girl. I failed to be a woman. I failed to be a man. I failed to be trans. I failed to be cis. Detransitioning fixed as much as transitioning did. Not a damn thing. What actually helped was not obsessively checking myself and being in a space where gender is treated like an eating disorder. I'm worlds less dysphoric outside of the community because I'm not being inundated with what is and isn't trans. What's helped is therapy. What's helped is genuine friendship that isn't built on what I am, but who I am. What's helped is having a job I'm damn fucking good at and hobbies I enjoy. What's helped is turning 30 and realizing I'm done living for other people and by their standards. It's my time now.
I'm a happy failure.
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“Morning.”
“Good morning” I smile. “And Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas” Pedri smiles back. “Did you sleep well?”
“Like a baby. You?”
“Same. Though with this mattress and the company, it was easy” he says, pulling me closer towards him.
“My mattress?” I laugh.
“You haven't slept in my bed yet, Inés. This is like a cloud compared to it.”
“It can't be that bad.”
“Is that your way of telling me that you want to get into my bed?” he asks, arching an eyebrow.
“I already did that. Or have you forgotten about Tenerife?”
“I will never forget about Tenerife. Ever.”
“Woke up cheesy, uh?” I tease him.
“Oh, I am very cheesy, Inés. You don't know what is coming your way.”
“Looking forward to it, tho” I smile before kissing him. A kiss that leads to more kissing and to more of what we did last night when we got home after having dinner with my dad. A dinner that wasn't as bad as I had expected it to be.
Were his girlfriend and her daughter as bad as my sisters had said? Kind of.
Minerva, the mother, basically jumped at me to hug me when she saw me, telling me how excited she was about finally meeting me in person and that my dad had told her lots of things about me. She had also been that effusive with Pedri, talking to him as if I hadn't told my dad that same morning if I could be bring a plus one, and then whispering to me a “he is cute” followed by a giggle.
During dinner she didn't stop asking me all sorts of questions to try and get to know me better, always listening to me as if I was telling the most amazing story you had ever heard. And what surprised me the most was that she wasn't faking it. She was actually listening and paying attention to what I was telling her. So what did my sisters probably find annoying about her? That she is loud. And expressive. Very expressive. She would have been an amazing actress during the silent films days.
Her daughter, on the other hand… Well.
Her name is Carolina, though she wants to be called Carol. And the moment her mum introduced us, the first thing she said to me was “that's not Víctor” while looking at Pedri from head to toe with a disgusted look on her face. Not a “hello, Inés. Nice to meet you.” No. She said that followed by “I thought you were dating Víctor. I already told my friends I was going to meet him and take a bunch of photos with him to make them jealous. But you've shown up with… him.”
“Sorry to disappoint” Pedri had replied with his most charming smile while I just looked at her trying to decide if I should slap her, punch her, or both. How dared she be that rude?
And that thought was one that crossed my mind a few more times during dinner as she kept making the meanest and most out of line comments about me and my sisters, Pedri having to hold my hand under the table at one point.
“You were going to actually hit her, weren't you?” he chuckled on our way home.
“I was really close to, yes. But do you blame me? She was being a bitch” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “And then when she started to shamelessly flirt with you after being like eww, you aren’t Víctor? What the fuck was that?”
“It’s the Canarian charm, Inés.”
“The what?” I laughed.
“The Canarian charm. No one can resist it, you the first one” Pedri smirked. “Also, were you get jealous when she started flirting with me?” he asked with a teasing smile.
“Yes! I mean, no! I mean… Urgh” I groaned.
“Inés… Inés, look at me” he said, caressing my cheek. “There is no reason for you to get jealous. I only have eyes for you. You and only you” he said before kissing me.
And that kiss and that confession, plus the “I like you very much” from earlier, was the one that led us to my bed and to waking up together this morning, making it probably the best Christmas morning of my life after the one where I found out Father Christmas had gotten me the Barbie's mansion I had been asking for the whole year.
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“Are you nervous?”
“Are you?”
“I asked first, Pedri.”
“Ok, fine” he chuckles. “I must confess I'm a bit nervous. I know I have your father's blessing, but meeting your grandparents and all your uncles, aunts and cousins, is quite daunting.”
“Wait, wait, wait. You have my father's blessing?” I ask him, my mouth so open that any moment now my jaw is going to hit the floor.
“Yeah.”
“When did that happen?”
“Last night when we were saying goodbye.”
“What? What did he say?”
“He…”
“Inés!” my grandmother says, opening the door of her house and interrupting us. “Oh, Inés, my girl” she says before hugging me.
“Hi” I reply while hugging her back, giving one last look at Pedri that I hope he understands as “this conversation isn't over”. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas” she smiles. “And this must be your guest” she says, looking at Pedri.
“He is, yes. Grandma, meet Pedri. Pedri, my grandma.”
“Nice to meet you ma'am” he says with his most charming smile, one that makes me blush.
“Nice to meet you too” she replies. “But come, come. Don't stay out there in the cold” she says, gesturing us to go inside. “He is a handsome one, Inés. Good job” she whispers and winks when I walk past her.
“Are you the one in this photo, ma'am?” he asks her after we take off our coats.
“On my wedding day, yes.”
“You look so much like Inés… Or Inés like you” he chuckles.
“Everyone says it, but I don't see it” I say, looking at the photo.
“Really? You have the same smile.”
“And in that photo we actually have the same age” grandma says. “But there is no rush for you to get married so young, it was a different time. Anyway, how come you didn't go to the bar with everyone else?” she asks us as we follow her to the living room.
“We just weren't in the mood for it” I say. Or I wasn't in the mood for it, to be honest. Because if Pedri was going to freak out when meeting my family on my dad's side, I didn't want him to do it somewhere public and surrounded by even more strangers.
And you may be wondering, how did we go from being in my bed doing things to meeting my grandma and spending Christmas with my family? Well, it all happened while we were having breakfast.
He was telling me that he had no plans for the rest of the day, that since this year Mario was away with his parents on a cruise, he would probably stay home, call his family and watch all the movies he can't when Mario is around because he doesn't like them.
It all sounded so sad, that I just had to do something about it. I couldn't bear the thought of him alone on Christmas day eating cold food. I just couldn't.
And even though when I suggested it I wasn't (and still am) not too sure this will work out, I met his parents and basically his whole family in one go, didn't I? Now it is his turn.
“They can be very loud, especially if they start arguing about politics or football” grandma says. “Lucky you, Pedri, those topics are not allowed during family gatherings, so you won't have to deal with that. Can't promise you they won't be loud, tho” she chuckles.
My family on my dad's side consists of four siblings, two men and two women, and each one of them has two children (three in my dad's case). All but my parents still are together, some of my cousins already are married or have serious partners, and one of them just had a baby. I would make the math myself but I suck, so let's just say we are a lot even with my sisters not coming and not counting my mum.
“I'll be fine, don't worry” he smiles.
Will I be fine, tho? We'll see.
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“If you answer this correctly you win the whole thing, Pedri” my cousin Daniel says.
“No pressure there” I tell him with a teasing smile. “Ready?”
“Ready” he replies with a matching one.
“So, Pedri. To win this round of Trivial and make us all look stupid… Who is known as the Nine Days Queen?” my cousin asks him.
“That's so easy!” I complain.
“It sucks to not be the cleverest of the family anymore, doesn't it?” Daniel smirks.
“Meh meh meh” I say, crossing my arms over my chest and sticking out my tongue.
Playing Trivial on Christmas day has been a tradition in my family since my dad and his siblings were young, and basically since the day they allowed me to play on my own and not as my dad's plus one, I have always won. Always.
There have been years where my family hasn't wanted to play with me because they already knew I was going to win and that was boring and where we tried different games like Uno or Jenga. But I always ended up winning too (which hasn't made me the most loved cousin). But it isn't my fault I am that good at boarding games, and that being a football player has made me extremely competitive.
“He hasn't answered yet, tho. He may get it wrong, and Inés is just behind him” one of my aunts says.
“Pedri, you have to get this right. We can't have another year of Inés showing off, I've started having nightmares about it” Daniel says.
“What?” I laugh.
“Let's end Inés’ tyranny, Pedri.”
“Rude.”
“C'mon, Pedri. You can do this” says Noelia, another of my cousins. “If she makes you sleep on the sofa after this, my bed is there for you” she winks.
“I beg your pardon?” I say, giving her a murderous look while everyone else just laughs, Pedri included.
“What? He's hot, Inés” she shrugs.
“Ok, time to give us you answer, Pedri. Who is known as the Nine Days Queen?” Daniel asks him again.
“Jane Grey” he replies with a big smile.
“Urgh” I groan, rolling my eyes.
“He has won!” Daniel says, throwing the little card with all the questions in the air. “We have a new winner!”
“Finally!” Noelia says. “Congratulations, Pedri” she says before kissing his cheek.
“Hey!”
“Don't be jealous, Inés!” she says with a teasing smile. “Sharing is caring.”
“Whatever” I say, getting up from my chair and letting Pedri be praised and congratulated by half my family, his face giving away that he is loving the attention. Traitor.
“It was bound to happen any day now, Inés” my dad says when I walk past him. He had been watching us play while having a drink like he does every year. He likes to sit next to one of the windows and say he is like the referee, keeping an eye to see if anyone cheats. And since the day they put the var technology in football, we've started calling him bar with b. Because he is drinking and you do that in a bar and… You get the joke. “And better to be him that not one of your cousins. You know they would tease you about it for years” he chuckles.
“Yeah, I guess” I sigh while looking at Pedri laughing with one of my aunts. He has won over everyone in my family in just a few hours, especially the women. Guess the Canarian charm actually is a thing. “Dad, can I ask you something?”
“Of course” he smiles.
“Is it true that last night when we were saying goodbye, you gave Pedri your blessing?”
“I… I did” he says with a shy smile. “And I know what you are going to say now. That we live in the 21st century, that you don't need my blessing, that you are an independent woman… And all that is true, Inés. But I did it because I feel like you and Pedri need a little push.”
“A little push?”
“Yes, like… You clearly are together and in love with each other, anyone with eyes can see it. But you keep introducing him as just your friend when he is more than that. And I feel like you are doing it because you need some reassurance before you take the next step, before you make it official. As if you were a bit scared because he would be your first proper boyfriend, and maybe you his first proper girlfriend too. And I get it, Inés. Because it has taken me ages to find the courage to introduce you and your sisters to Minerva, mainly because you know how… Intimidating the twins can be.”
“Yeah…”
“So I'm sorry if me telling that to Pedri bothered you. It's just that… Well, you haven't grown up with the best example when it comes to relationships, and since that mainly is my fault… I don't want you to have to go through that pain. I want you to be happy, Inés” he says, taking my hand on his and giving it a little squeeze.
“I know” I reply, trying not to get emotional. My dad has always been kind of cold. He isn't into kissing, hugging, telling you that he loves you, or talking about feelings (especially his). And he always avoids talking about the reasons why he and my mum divorced, it's like a tabu. So everything he just said… that little gesture of taking my hand on his… is huge for someone like him.
“And you look so happy with him… You are glowing, oozing happiness” he laughs. “And then this season you've been playing amazing too. So far it is the best one you've had since you joined the first team. And even though I'm not saying it is all because of him, because you don't need a man to be happy or be the best at kicking asses on the pitch figuratively speaking and sometimes not so much…” he says with a playful smile. “He has definitely helped, hasn't he?”
“A bit, yeah” I nod.
“Then cherish it, Inés” my dad says, caressing my cheek with his free hand. “Cherish these moments of happiness and make the most of them. Enjoy them fully. Like grandad always says…”
“Carpe Diem” I smile.
“Carpe Diem” he repeats.
“I love you, dad” I say before hugging him.
“Oh, Inés. Losing has hurt you so much that you've run to daddy's arms?” my cousin teases me.
“Shut up, Daniel!”
“Inés, are you ok?” Pedri asks me with a concerned look.
“She's fine. Christmas always makes her a bit emotional, doesn't it?” my dad chuckles, wiping away my tears. Seeing Pedri looking so worried about me had finally freed them.
“And losing” Daniel giggles.
“Fuck you” I reply, showing him my middle finger and making him laugh. “I'm gonna see if they need a hand in the kitchen.”
“I'll go with you” Pedri says, quickly getting up from his seat.
“Yeah, make sure Inés doesn't chop off her finger or something” Daniel says.
“What I am going to do is chop off your head.”
“Love you too, cousin” he smiles before Pedri and I leave the living room.
“Is he always like that?” he asks me.
“Uh?”
“Daniel. Is he always so mean to you?”
“Oh, that isn't him being mean. That's just the way our relationship has always worked” I shrug. “Daniel and I were born just a few months apart and his parents used to take care of me pretty often when I was little, so we are like siblings. And like most siblings do, we constantly tease each other. Though the moment someone else does it to any of us, the other comes in their defense and becomes the most protective person ever. Growing up he got into a bunch of fights to defend me from stupid classmates or while watching me play because people were insulting me. Once he even jumped into the pitch.”
“That's… I mean, Fer and I tease each other all the time, but not like you two do.”
“By now you should already know that my family isn't an ordinary one” I chuckle.
“Knowing you, it was expected.”
“Hey!” I say, giving him a little push and making us both laugh.
“Sorry” Pedri says. “But if what he said is normal… Why were you crying and hugging your dad like that?”
“It was because of something he said, but it isn't anything bad. It actually was something really good. Though thank you for worrying about me, Pedri. It is really cute.”
“Well, I am really cute” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pushing me against one of the corridor’s walls.
“Yes, you are” I reply, resting my hands on his chest.
“Have I earned a kiss for being cute?” he asks me with a cheeky smile.
“Here? What if someone sees us?”
“They won't. They are all busy either in the kitchen or in the living room.”
“What if someone has to go to the bathroom?”
“Inés…”
“Or what if someone rings the bell and they have to go open the door? You know we are waiting for one of my cousins. Or maybe…”
“Or maybe a meteorite is about to hit the earth and it will be the end of the world.”
“That's a bit dramatic, isn't it?” I chuckle. “And it is Christmas day, the world can't end today.”
“Can't it? Ask Doctor Who” he chuckles.
“You watch “Doctor Who”? Oh my God, you are even more of a geek than I thought!” I tease him.
“Meh, meh, meh” he replies, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, are you going to kiss me or not? Because if you don't, your cousin Noelia will.”
“She won't dare.”
“Won't she?” Pedri smirks.
Oh, she would. She definitely would. And it would not be the first time she kisses someone's boyfriend. Ask her neighbour's daughter.
“Ok, but” I say, putting a finger on those lips of his that I adore so much. “I've come up with another crazy idea like the one I had yesterday when I showed up at your flat and that I would like to suggest to you.”
“Does it involve your family?”
“It does.”
“Then I'm gonna need that kiss first to be able to deal with it.”
“Fine” I sigh. “Though only because you are really cute” I smile before kissing him. Or trying to. Because the moment our lips touch…
“Get a room!” Daniel yells from the living room’s door, this time being Pedri the one who shows him his middle finger while I just laugh against his lips.
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