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[heavenly-delusions]

im laughing sm the dumpling izutsumi made got hairs in it but a lotta shit has happened and theyve eaten a lotta weird shit at this point to care at all

[localvigilante]

Knights and Princesses (Kurt Wagner x Fem!Reader)

One of the younger students at the school asks you and some other X-men to play a game of pretend. And a certain blue elf takes it as a chance to be a charming little dork. (shameless Kurt x Reader fluff w Scott and an unnamed x-baby making an appearance)

A.N. So, this was actually written many, many years ago on an old blog of mine but I've been wanting to write some Kurt stuff again, so I decided to dust it off, revise it, and post it here. Hope you enjoy!

The reader is called "princess" and is described as wearing a dress, but no other descriptors are present.

Kids were something else, you muse as you smooth out the creases in your elaborate outfit, particularly the children at Xavier’s school. You liked kids but one little tot had taken a great liking to you, she was about six and was always roping you into playing pretend with her. You didn’t mind, after all, who could say no to an excuse to act like a kid again? And if these little games between your harrowing missions made you and the girl smile, who were you to say no?

But, as you stand at the top of the main staircase, dressed in a pink, lacy princess dress, you wonder if you had to invest in proper costumes for the sessions of make-believe.

The dress was too small for you, the skirt not even going to your knees, and you had to leave the back unzipped just to fit in it; but it made the little one happy to see you oblige her wanting to play “Knights and Princesses” by playing the latter. You had naturally wanted to be the knight with her, but that role had been given to none other than…

“Oh Princess of Xavier castle, we are here to rescue you!” called a dramatic and accented voice from the bottom of the stairs. You watched as Kurt and the little one leaped from the shadows, both donning knightly costumes and plastic swords.

That was your cue, you step out and place your hand on the banister at the top of the grand staircase. “Oh my brave knights!” you cried in a wavering, simpering tone. Hey, if you were stuck as the princess, might as well have some fun, right? “Please, you must run and save yourselves!”

“Knight’s never run!” the girl shouted with pride, puffing out her chest.

“What she said!” Kurt confirmed.

“But, my heroes, you don’t understand! There’s a fearsome dragon- and he’ll surely destroy both of you!” You paused, but nothing happened. “I said.” you repeated, far more sharp this time, “He’s sure. To destroy. Both of you!”

“Rawer.” came a flat voice from the other side of the stairs.

Scott came out into the open, dressed in a cardboard and crayon-colored attempt at a dragon’s costume you and the mini knight had made to fit him. He had wanted to be a knight too, but folded like a cheap suit the moment the girl gave him the Big Sad Eyes and asked him to be their dragon.

Surprisingly, despite his flat tone, he wasn't doing too bad.

"Who dares enter my castle!" he said, ending with a much better roar than his first.

The little girl yelled dramatically “The Knights of the X Table, that's who! Now get back, you nasty beast! You won’t terrorize the princess any longer!”

" 'Nasty'? Well, that's a little uncalled f- AH!" Scott's mumbling was cut off as the tiny knight charged, swinging her sword wildly.

“Sir Kurt, you get the princess to safety, I’ll deal with the creature!” She called back as Scott the dragon let out another yell and ran for the next room.

Kurt looked up at you with a wink, “My pleasure!” and disappeared in a puff of purple smoke.

He reappeared next to you, that wicked grin displayed brilliantly on his face. His tail gripped the back of your dress and pulled, effectively causing you to spin into his arms. You couldn’t help the heat rising in your cheeks as his face neared yours.

“Are you ready, meine Prinzessin?” he asked in a low, almost intimate tone. But before you had time to reply with anything but flustered mumbles, he pointed his sword at the sky and yelled “Fear not, your Highness, for I shall throw you to safety!”

That got your attention “Wait ‘throw’!?”

Before you could free yourself of the elf, he lifted you into his arms and the gesture would have been romantic, if he had not immediately tossed you over the banister.

You only had time to scream something along the lines of ‘I’ll run you through with that plastic sword, Wagner’ before you were engulfed in black and purple smoke. Next thing you knew, Kurt was crouching on the ground floor holding you closely…and barely concealing his teasing chuckles!

“Come now, Liebling, did you really think I would let you get hurt?” He asked, obviously still amused at how shocked your face was.

“You could have warned me,” you crossed your arms, but even you knew all he had to do was smile to be forgiven.

“Ah, but where would be the fun in that?”

You rolled your eyes, but then the voice of Kurt’s fellow knight in cardboard armor came from the other room. “Sir Kurt, have you gotten the princess yet!?”

“Oh, my dear knight, thank you for freeing me from that awful tower!” you cried, falling back into character easily and making sure the little one heard you.

“Of course, my fair damsel,” Kurt replied in that theatrical voice, but then “anything for you,” he added in that same low tone he used before. “You know, usually the prince gets a kiss in reward when saving a damsel in distress.”

“Is that so?” You ran your hands up his chest and leaned in so your lips were just a breath apart. “Well, my prince…” you swore you heard him draw in a breath and hold it, anticipation simmering- right before you snatched the plastic sword from his hand and jumped to your feet. “You'll have to get your kiss after we defeat the dragon!”

The look on his face was priceless as you winked at him and turned towards the next room. You brandished the sword proudly and charged towards the mini knight and Scott the dragon, yelling like a Shakespearian actor about how the beast’s days were numbered.

You didn’t see the look of complete adoration etched on Kurt’s face as he watched you, tail swaying dreamily behind him. After allowing himself a smitten sigh, he stood straight and pulled a second plastic sword from his belt.

"Wait for me!"

...

Comments and Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

[6gumi]

sweetie do u agree dat kaiser eats pussy the best in bllk 🎤🎤

ouh mai gosh . . . x-x | thirst . . hehe mdni ! ! kaiser n his obsession w pussy eating x-x

YES YES YES ! ! i tots think he’s one of the best pussy eaters ever . . . he seems like the typa guy to give it a lil slap before going down on u :<< not only is he talented in sports . . . kaiser’s tongue itself is talented as he says it is ! he’s the #1 pussy eater and i wholeheartedly believe that fact ! !

kaiser’s skill of eating pussy is a whole ‘notha level it broke the scale X//o//X . . . i also wholeheartedly believe that he is one of the men who look absolutely MAJESTIC down there . . . LIKE ! imagine your juices coating his chin, his cheeks . . . that stupid smirk on his face when he overstimulates you . . he looks SOOO pretty x-x (i jus died thinkin’ abt it . . ) & he takes his time eatin’ u out BUUUT there are days where he’s messy . . . like . . for exampies ! he comes home after a stressful day of practicing, exhausted & irritated w/ every1 else ! he jus needs somethin’ to distress . . . and he knows exactly what ! ( your pussy .) he gets SOOO messy when he’s all stressed & tired . . ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) maybe givin’ ur cunny more slaps than one . . .

some days he’s slow & sweet . . while some days he’s so mean, messy and nasty ! ∑(O_O；) hear me out . . . if he’s actin’ all impatient . . i can guarantee that he’ll put his strength into good use & hold your thighs against the wall . . . trapping you there while eating you out ∑(O_O；) it’s so SCARIE ! ! becuz . . he’s jus holdin’ you with his large hands . . sweet sounds of slurpin’ & sucking fillin’ the empty room :<<< YOU’RE SCARED YOU’RE GONNA FALL ! ! ( it doesn’t happen though ! )

kaiser . . anotha’ thing . . he’s probs willin’ to eat you out anywhere, anytime ! hehe . . . in the men’s locker-room, the bathroom, secretly goin’ under the table at a restaurant, in da car . . ANYWHERE ! he’s so pussydrunk it hurts . . i feel like every game he wins, he’d demand for you to let him eat ur pretty pussy as a celebration gift :< ◟꒰◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱◞

hehe . . . kaiser the number one pussydrunk man ever x-x

[ayu-stuff]

Careful what you wish for...

This is not a story, but an announcement. An announcement that will make some princes and princesses' acorns and silly buttons twitch, I'm sure.

Some of you know @eratoxcalliope, also known as @akinkycouplereturns. Apart from a friendship that is increasingly developing these days, which I am most proud of, we've got a little... project in our hands, after she's realized something vital:

She married a child. Her husband is a completely overgrown toddler. A whiny little baby who needs some guidance in the grown-up world. As he's told me himself, he's only 29 months old! How cute.

So we've taken up the task of making the cutest, best behaved little princess out of him. It's so funny that such a big, strong man craves humiliation and exposure so badly. Behold my and Calliope's kiddo getting his lil bum spanked yesterday night:

Doesn't he look soooo cute? Humbled by his Momma and Papa for throwing a tantrum like the whiny toddler he is? He was all fussy bc we hid the computer cord that allowed him lose so much time playing big boy videogames he's still too little to understand... So we had to make him listen :p. Though I think she was too lenient on the little Princess...

He's at work rn, but when he gets home, this is the stupid lil outfit waiting for him on Momma's bed (bc he will be soon transferred to the guest room...):

Say it with me: awwwwww. Such a wittle kiddo with his cute schoolboy outfit!

Long story short, we're happy to announce we want to make his life miserable 🥰 since he's admitted us how eager he is to follow any humiliating rules we see fit. We're starting off with some easy-to-follow schoolboy rules that'll make him quiver for sure:

Appropiate language. Princess will always address the adults with respect and will not cuss or use big girl words.

Bedtime is at 8pm from now on. No buts.

No nasty hair below Princess' nose. We want a hairless little tot to make fun of.

Appropiate clothing. Princess will dress like the toddler she is at home, with little kid's underwear or pull-ups to be worn during the day.

Diapers will be worn for the night and Princess is expected to wake up wet in them. Waking up dry will be considered misbehaving.

Papa is to be greeted every morning and every night with a cute little girl voice mail. Failing to do so will have Princess punished.

Mama and Papa can always add new rules to this set if Princess misbehaves.

And that'd be it. I swear to God this is as real as pathetic it sounds. Stay stuned to see this little guy's descent to babyhood!

(And maybe, just maybe, my own descent to Calliope's bed...)

And don't forget to reblog. He'll hate love it.

[redheadspark]

Divine

Summary - Azriel and his mate find each other again during alone time

Warnings - SMUT! SMUT SMUT SMUT!! Although a bit mild, there is smut in this, no minors allowed from here on out!

A/N - This is part of the Ocean Eyes Series. A little smut piece for Azriel and the Reader to enjoy together! I hope you like it!

"I don't like how quiet it is,"

"I knew you were going to miss him as soon as we dropped him off with Cassian and Nesta,"

"I wasn't going to say anything and ruin the mood,"

Azriel barked a laugh, walking over to the fireplace to feed fresh logs into the fire, across from the loveseat where you were already sitting. Watching Azriel feed the fire and let the flame rise a bit, bringing warmth into your little home, made you relax all the more as the early evening was getting darker outside. 

Both you and Azriel had the evening to yourself, Alec having a sleepover at The House of Wind with his Uncle Cassian, Aunt Nesta, and Cousin Rose. Rose was big enough for Alec to play with her, thinking she was so fun to run around with and play with for hours on end. Cassian reassured you and Azriel that Alec would have the best time with his relatives, promising to teach him how to sword fight and do flips in the air with his wings.

The latter Azriel shot down real quick, but he was happy to let his son go for the night,

Plus, you can tell Azriel wanted to have some time with you and only you. Since you finally healed all the way through from being near close to death, you were simply trying to go back to a normal life. Though normalcy was not going to be in your life anytime soon because of recent events: Eris was still on the run with no leads as to where he was, Autumn Court's alliance with Night Court was shaky because of Eris. 

With all of this happening, you were worried about Azriel. No one told you, but you caught onto the fact that Azriel had a personal target on Eris. He was too strung out, too tight in his backside and his stance, and there was no sign of him being relaxed anytime soon. You understood why, but you also didn't wish for him to be wound tight like a tot.  Even feeling the bond and how he was not even relaxed for one moment. Stiff, a bit rigid, and you hoped you could find a way to get him to relax and unwind. 

Maybe it was perfect timing that you two were alone at your home.

Azriel stood back up, looking at his handiwork in the fireplace and the roaring fire that was now active. You stayed in your spot on the loveseat, your head slightly cocked to the side as you were looking at your mate with adoration and love in your eyes. For the last week and a few days, Azriel nursed you back to health and made sure all of your needs were met. Applying the ointment to your wound, delivering your food to the bed you were resting in, traveling back and forth between the River House and your cottage to get you books and some of your cross stitching when he noticed you were getting bored. Mor joked that he was becoming more of a wet nurse than a Spymaster. Azriel never cared, he was more focused on helping you get back to health and making sure you were 100% better. 

With a nasty sliver of a scare along your wing, you finally were able to leave River House behind and head home. But even when you did make it home and were given permission to be mobile, thanks to Madja, Azriel still was on edge. Rightfully so, you couldn't tell him to calm down because the threat that almost killed you was still out there somewhere in Prythian.  You weren't simply wanting Azriel to go back to the leisurely being he was before, but you wanted that light back in him.

"You're quite good at that, my love," You teased, seeing that smile on his face and the reflection of the fire dancing along his cheeks and nose. He looked back at you, his silhouette against the orange tint of the fire would look daunting to others. But not to you, not when he was walking back over to you and lowered himself on the loveseat to be shoulder to shoulder with you. His wings touched yours, making him look over at your wigs that were tucked against your backside.  Reachingup, he grazed his finger along the scar that was still fresh. You shivered from the touch, your wing was a pinch more sensitive thanks to the scar.

"It's healing well," Azriel stated, his voice calm as he was looking at the wing with intrigue. You weren't paying attention to your wing and its sensitivity, you were focusing on your mate. Watching his hazel eyes dancing along your wing, the smoothness of his cheeks after a recent shave, even the soft smile he had made you feel at peace. 

"Thanks to Madja, and you," You replied, Azriel's fingers that were hovering over your scars moved away from your wing swiftly. He moved his hand over to rest in his lap, though you were faster, and took his hand in yours to cradle it. Azrielwatched, you simply lacing the fingers together and smiling at him. Maybe it moved him a bit, seeing how relaxed and calm you were with him since you both were alone. You had plenty of things to say to him but had no idea where to start. Azriel must have sensed your quietness, he looked at you in concern as he squeezed your fingers together.

"Sweetheart?" He asked tentatively, he was searching your face as you were looking down at your joined hands. You are overwhelmed in that moment, being able to be back home at your home, healthy, and able to share this moment with your husband and mate. It made you want to cry, but something was holding you back from bringing on tears. Azriel reached over with his spare hand, placing a finger under your chin to gently raise your gaze to him. All you could do was smile, Azriel was about to say something else when you finally spoke.

"I'm happy," You explained to him as he was searching your eyes. You might have sounded odd to say that since you were on the verge of crying, but Azriel said nothing and simply watched you as you kept talking, "I'm happy that I'm here, and I have you to thank,"

Your voice sounded broken, yet you were smiling as if nothing was wrong. Nothing was wrong, you were in good health and you had your family with you. Maybe you were thinking back to that moment when you woke up in River House, in insane pain, and Azriel perched over you like a guardian angel of sorts. 

Even with the pain, the near close to death, seeing Azriel gaze at you with so much devotion and love in his eyes was enough to bring you back again. You thought for a split second in the bed that you were in a dream, or that you died and were now in some kind of afterlife with Azriel waiting for you. 

But he did more than that, he brought you back to reality. 

Azriel gently grazed your cheek with a singular finger, catching the one tear that was about to spill over, and smiled lovingly at you, "You never have to thank me for loving you with all of me,"

He made it seem so light, so simple, even freeing. He rarely expressed his feelings to others, even with you though you two have been together for centuries. It was the very simple moments that were sprinkled with love and gentleness, youloved those moments since they showed an intimate side of Azriel that he rarely brought into light. 

"There was nothing in all of Prythian that would stop me from having you in my life, sweetheart," He explained, thefinger that traced your cheek was now curling around your jaw, his palm against your jawline and the touch alone was a shocking sensation to you as he searched your eyes with his soft smile and his bright eyes, "I've told you this before and I mean it when I say it: You make my life so much better. I can't picture going on in this life without you in it,"

It moved you to hear that from him, even though you've heard it say many times from him during your long span of a relationship and courtship. Even back when you two met so long ago as teenagers, fresh in your adoration and love for one another, Azriel poured out his love for you and was willing to give you his heart. He did, to which you took it delicately in your own hands and swore to never break.

You haven't broken it yet, hundreds of years and a son later.

You leaned up and kissed him, starting it soft and sweet as he leaned into your touch. His fingers still against your jawwere delicate for you to feel while he kissed you back and snuggled a bit closer to him.  Something about kissing Azriel in that moment, alone in your small living room away from the rest of the world, made you feel a like of fire in your belly.You knew this feeling, you've felt it so many times before in the throws of intimacy and passion. 

But this time, it felt so slow and like a crawling passion.  Nothing rushed the pair of you as the kisses continued, your fingers both digging into his hair and the soft shirt that he decided to wear that night. His own hands and fingers were moving as well, the hand along your jaw was still gentle but was holding you in a possessive manner.  His other hand was slowly inching up along your arm, sending you shivers and chills that you felt all along your skin and even under it as well.

It felt like you were young again, young and pent up with these losing feelings for one another as the kisses were slowly evolving and growing. Azriel never strayed in his affection towards you, his body curled over to you while you two were getting impossibly close and still kissing one another. Now it was passionate, that fire in your belly was only growing stronger as you felt Azriel trace your lower lip with his tongue.  Barely a graze along your lip with the very tip of his tongue.

You whimpered, moving without realizing it and you were now straddling him.

Something inside the both of you clicked open, like a tight chest that was locked down for so long and now finally free. Azriel tilts his head up to kiss you soundly and wrap his arms around you softly. Your fingers were in his hair, tugging at him slightly as your head tilted to the side to feel him kiss you deeply. Nothing else was in your mind as Azriel was touching you, kissing you, making you feel so whole and alive again. Even after being with him for centuries and with a very healthy sex life, this time it felt different. It felt deep, It felt complete.

It felt alive. 

His fingers were now under your shirt, pushing up your shirt to be under your armpits to give you a chill along your soft stomach and backside.  You huffed, throwing it off within a second and diving back to kiss Azriel and framing his face in your hands. He smiled against your lips, you feeling his skin skim along your stomach and hips while your fingers were not moving down to the collar of his shirt to give it a gentle tug. Azriel laughed against your mouth as you tugged it again.

"Impatient little thing, are you?" He teased against your lips, though you silenced him with one massive kiss, your own tongue then licking into his mouth. He groaned, you having a small smirk as you were needing to lean back but Azriel was chasing after your lips. But you placed space between yourself and him, a hand on his chest and seeing his dilated eyes watching you like you were prey to him, His chest heaving, his lips plump and dark, and the flushness in his cheeks. He might have looked like a wreck to anyone else.

But to you, he was angelic.

"Who's impatient now?" You challenged back to him.  He grinned, a predatory-like grin etched on his gorgeous face as he then grabbed the collar of his own shirt and yanked it off. You watched as it fell to the ground, Azriel seeing it too as he broke out into a laugh.

"Thank The Cauldron these shirts are Illyrian friendly," He said in a snort, you giggling as well as you saw your shirt crumbled next to his.  Having this small moment to laugh, even when you both were shirtless and in a compromising position, was a sweet reminder of how you two were so in love with one another. The centuries of having one another,and learning from one another, all lead to a fulfilling life. Nothing felt bland or out of place, you still had those butterflies in your chest when you had these moments with him. 

You both took in a breath together, looking at one another with big grins on your faces as Azriel finally dived back in to kiss you. The heat was still there, no throes of passion but still active enough to have Azriel place his hands along your backside to touch your bra and the latches behind it. You were feeling so good all over, the heat was getting bigger in your stomach as you nodded against his lips.

"Please," You said along his lips, Azriel groaning in approval as his fingers were skillfully taking off the bra straps and letting your bra slip to the ground. His hands immediately moved, cupped your breasts as you moaned against his lips and curled into him more. The feel of his calloused palms against your soft skin, you feeling your nipples hardening immediately from his touch, it was a weakness for you that your mate knew far too well.

You could even feel your core reacting to this, shockwaves under your skin were felt like Azriel moved his lips along your lips and then to your jawline and then your neck. You clung onto him with one hand, your other moving down to undo the buttons of his pants. 

"Let's go to our bed…" You felt Azriel hum against your neck, making you shiver from his lips along your sensitive skin. But you shook your head rapidly, not wishing to lose this momentum or this drive that was building.  You popped the one button open skillfully with your fingers, and the sound alone was heard by both of you.

"No," you said hotly, feeling him lean back and look up at you while his hands were still cupping your breasts delicately. You saw that fire in his eyes alone just in the way he was watching you with desire etched all over his face. You took in a long inhale, almost feeling powerful to have the Spymaster himself bend to your will.

So you leaned down, nuzzling his nose against your own and looking at him directly in the eyes.

"I want you, here and now, on this couch," You instructed him.

You've never seen him cave so fast and so willingly.

You both moved elegantly, knowing this dance far too well as you both helped strip each other's clothes off while remaining close to one another. Like magnets, unwilling to be too far apart as you both were now bare and holding onto each other.  In this little home that was your safe space, a space you two built up and kept strong for years on end, your love was blossoming all over again. Feeling his lips descending to your breast, kissing one breast with delicacy and yet with fire while his other hand took care of the other breast with ease. You were too far gone in the lust and sensations of his mouth and hands on you to notice Azriel's own shadows licking along your skin, making the lust come out all the more. You had to give him credit, he knew how to use all his tools to his advantage. 

Moans and sounds of passion filled your little home as Azriel sunk into you, you both holding onto each other so closely as he finally sunk into you.  It always took your breath away, how he both stretched you to your limit and yet made it feel so perfect and so right. So many times in the past you thought how perfect he felt inside of you, snug against your walls and hitting the right spots within you that made you see and feel stars. You felt it again that moment, his cock fitting you so perfectly that you felt like you two were made for one another. It made you speechless for a moment, frozen in his lap as he was watching your reaction. No matter that you couldn't find the words or put together a sentence, you were feeling everything and everywhere. 

You had no idea what Azriel was thinking at that moment, watching up be speechless as he was buried deep inside of you. He was feeling that sensation as well, pure lust and euphoria rolled into one. Nothing else could feel this amazing, this close to heaven or any kind of heaven, and it all came from you.  Your shining eyes, your tender heart, and yourwillingness to love him for all he was and for all his flaws. But the physical love he felt for you heightened all the more.

But seeing you bare, eyes lusted over in bliss and love with your head tilted back and looking up at the ceiling, chest heaving, and your hair cascading down your back, Azriel was in love all over again.

"Mother Above," He said in a breath, almost sounding winded himself from the sight of you. If he were to die in that moment, he would die a happy being and have no shame in it. You opened your eyes, hearing him and looking at you with your breath barely on your lips. He smiled the rare smile that made you think he hung the moon. He uttered one word, a word that he would use to always describe you and his love for you:

"Divine"

From that moment on, you both moved so softly and carefully yet filled with passion and possession simultaneously. Youwere inwardly thankful that your home was tucked away from anyone else, giving you all the privacy to fully enjoy this moment with your mate as he rolled his hips deeply and almost in a feral manner. You were letting him, having the experience know that this wasn't going to be anything typical. Your sex life with Azriel was never typical: it was always driven to ecstasy. Somehow, this time seemed deeper.  Being on the couch in front of a roaring fire, the sounds of bothyourself and Azriel enjoying one another as you rode him carefully with his arms around you, it all felt like an out-of-body experience.

As you were getting close and closer to your peak, you were closing your eyes and leaning against Azriel as you were feeling every sensation: his cock hitting your sweet spot inside of you with every roll of his hips, his hands roaming along your sweaty skin, his lips brushing along your neck. Even hearing him moan and grunt, the pure love and lust he was feeling too while he pleasing you, was making you get closer to the edge as well.  You both were feeding off each other, a tactic you both have done for years and years.

I love you, Cauldron I love you so much. I can feel you….mph….everywhere! You hear in your mind through the bond,that his voice was sounding raw and emotional as you were moving hotly in his ear. You felt wrecked, emotionally and lustfully as you were attempting to connect words to make a thought or two. But he was fucking you so good, drilling into you to the point that you were losing your breath once or twice. 

Right there Az….fuck…right there! Please…please fill me up. You moaned through the bond to him, the rational side was slipping away and something else was taking over. Something that you could only show to your mate when you were in the throws of pleasure. Perhaps you weren't thinking about it too much, but Azriel let out a gutted moan. Something you never heard in a long time, such a long time. It made you open your eyes briefly, looking down at your mate and seeing the wrecked look on his face.  So disheveled, and yet beyond gorgeous to you as he kept rolling his hips over and over to not stop the momentum. 

You knew then that a new side of Azriel took over. 

Say that again! He pleaded in the bond, his eyes slammed shut as you heard his pleading tone in your mind. You were confused at first, not knowing what he was talking about while you were petting his hair and still staying so close to him. He said nothing at first, just grunting with every thrust he was giving, but you were moving your fingers then from your face over to the top of his wings, being dangerously close to running your fingers along the membrane to throw him off.

Say what, baby? You asked him, almost sounding a bit smug about it while you tried to hold back from touching his wing. Just seeing his face alone was enough to make you want to crumble and fall to pieces, your pleasure getting at an all-time high and about to tumble over. But you still had the one last piece of resistance, of control, to hold back until you knew Azriel was going to tumble over with you. 

To…oh fuck….to fill….fill you up. He confessed, having you smile widely in pleasure flowing through you so quickly to take over your entire body. Hearing that from your mate, from a Shadowsinger and feared Illyrian throughout all of Prythian and even beyond, stunned you.  He was putty in your hands, and the way he was shaking and whimpering against your skin, you knew he was close. Beyond close, and all he needed was a push.

With a brush of your fingers along his wing, you whispered against his ear, "Make me fucking full,"

He roared, orgasming and emptying himself into you in such a force that it made you cry out and orgasm as well.

The orgasm alone was enough to make your head swim and your skin crawl in the best way possible. The pleasure alone, mixed in with the lust and love that you had for one another was now filling the room as your body was riding through each moment that felt like a lifetime. Azriel clung onto you as he was shaking, still riding his own high as you felt like you were going through it in slow motion.  From the top of your head to the tip of your toes, it was all there. You felt out of your body for a split second, floating in the air right above your home and embracing the air.

You were floating back down to the ground again, back onto that couch where you felt boneless in the arms of your mate, who was still shaking himself and feeling just as exhausted as you were. Both of your shared labored breaths, you blinking slowly as the white-hot pleasure that once soared through you was now a Luke warm, a soothing warm. Azriel'sscarred but beautiful fingers were dancing along your bare back, his face dug into your neck and sounding breathless and exhausted. Yet you felt a smile along your skin, you grinning as your face was against his head.

"That's….that's a first," You commented in a gasp. Azriel laughed, sounding so light after giving you an earth-shattering orgasm, "Never took you to like something like that, sweetheart,"

"You bring out the side of me that I never knew I had," Azriel confessed, having you giggle in a shy manner as you finally pulled back a bit to look at a blissed-out Azriel. You loved this look, the look of bliss and pure happiness that could only come from something like this. You were feeling it too, the sense of being the only two beings in the world and everything else ceasing to exist. And having Azriel cradle you close in his embrace, almost shielding you from the outside world and keeping this small bubble of bliss intact.

"You know, the last time we were in a position like this….I got pregnant with Alec," You explained to him as you reached down and ruffled his sweaty hair. He lit up a bit from the memory, you thinking about it too that fateful night when you two were in the deep throws of pleasure together in your bed. It was in the same manner too, you being in his lap and cock buried so deep side of it that you felt every moment and the insane pleasure that he experienced. That memory alone was vibrant in your mind, Azriel leaning up and perhaps reading your mind through the bond, you feeling his flicker of joy over and over as he spoke up again.

"Are you suggesting that we have had a repeat of that fateful night?" He asked, almost in a tease as he saw you blush. Youwere about to hide your face from him, moving your eyes away from him. However, he was faster in catching your jaw with his fingers and making sure you were facing him again. You felt the butterflies in your stomach as he kissed you sweetly. This kind of intimacy, this kind of love, it was something others around dream to at least experience once. Youhad it for centuries, years of building it up together and making it as strong as it was. 

As Azriel pulled away from your lips, he still kept his smile and his loving gaze on you as he searched your eyes.

"If we did, then I am all the more happy for It," You whispered, your heart beating out of your chest. You were thinking in the back of your mind that maybe down the road, sooner or later, another little one would be in your family. It was never a topic you or Azriel spoke about, but then again it wasn't closed either. Life with Alec was beyond a blessing, unlocking a part of your heart and soul you never thought you would have in this lifetime. A child that was the perfect mix of you and your mate, was all you've ever wanted and more.  And thinking of another child, another perfect child that you and Azriel would guide in the world.

It was so tempting.

"I think a shower is in order," Azriel hummed, carefully slipping out of you and you shifting a bit uncomfortably. But he moved swiftly, he picked you up bridal style, you laughing as your arms were around his neck and he stood up. You both were naked and yet ecstatic, Azriel carrying you over to the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom as you leaned your head on his shoulder. 

The flickering dream of perhaps another child in your family was still in the back of your mind. 

The End.

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I have some fluffy fuzzy thoughts to share... I feel like Patrick is one of those people that babies just unexpectedly LOVE

Like imagine he's at a gathering with Art's family and someone asks him to hold their very new, very small, very breakable baby while they're in the bathroom.

Patrick freaks out expecting high pitched wails and a lifetime ban from Donaldson family BBQs.

But turns out his big strong hands are good for holding little people as well as rackets...

ohhhh <3 this is so, so important to me <3

Because Patrick is the type to loudly and frequently say he hates kids. His experience with children comes down to his older brother's hellspawn that make the pretty young au pairs he hires gray prematurely. Nasty, dirty, loud, annoying, persistent. The kind of kids that need to be told No, but never are.

Art's family is different. It takes a village, and all that. His cousin Beth is a teen mom, with a cute, fat little baby that has the same blonde curls as its mother. It has two front teeth already, a gummy little smile when Art's grandmother feeds it bites of some tater tot hotdish that would send Patrick's bubbe into cardiac arrest.

Art happily holds the baby in his arms and he seems comfortable enough. There are so many young kids running around that Patrick figures he has experience with that sort of thing. In his eighteen years of life, Patrick has managed to hold one baby, at age fourteen, when his older brother had his first kid.

The baby blinks up at him, its eyes wide and brown like Beth's are. Beth— who's off making fruit salad and dumped her kid into the first pair of open arms she could find. It's outfit is stupid— a little set of overalls with pockets that have muppets sticking out. What the fuck do babies need pockets for?

"It keeps staring at me," he complains, trying to move in front of Art to break the creepy eye contact, which doesn't work.

"Stop calling him it," Art insists, face twisting with annoyance as he bounces the baby in his arms. "His name is Noah."

Patrick sighs. "Noah won't stop staring at me. It's freaking me out, so make him stop."

Art laughs at that, grinning in that annoying way he does when he thinks he knows what Patrick's thinking. So what if most of the time he does? "What? He's a baby, I can't just make him stop. You're being weird."

No. Weird was the way that Art's family acted. He knew the detachment in his family wasn't normal, but the closeness, the joking, the passing babies and kids and hugging was weird. It was weird that they had potlucks where they would eat servings of each dish and smile even if it tasted really bad. It was weird that Art's other cousin, George, stood up with his wife and proudly announced they were trying for a baby. For all the Zweig's knew, babies arrived in cashmere swaddles carried by some endangered species of bird.

"I have to pee, dude, just hold him for a sec—" Art says suddenly, and before Patrick can do anything, the baby is shoved into his arms. It— he— is heavier than Patrick expects, so dense for something so small.

"Art—" He whisper-yells, but Art's already darting away, leaving Patrick to awkwardly cradle the baby to his chest.

Noah babbles as Patrick swears under his breath. No one seems to look his way— it's too loud for anyone to really care. Beth at least glances over to check on her kid, sees a yawning Noah being bounced in Patrick's arms. He thinks he gives a help me expression, but it's ignored.

Noah likes him. He rests his chubby little face on Patrick's Hollister polo and babbles contentedly once Patrick manages to nervously walk across the room and settle on an old, sunken in leather couch.

Tentatively, Patrick reaches out, lets the baby wrap his hand around his index finger. Noah yawns, his little face wrinkling and scrunching as he gets comfortable. The baby is asleep on Patrick's chest by the time Art returns.

The blond grins as he sinks onto the couch beside him, holding out a plate of baked goods. "Hungry?"

"I can't move," Patrick whispers. "He's knocked out, dude."

Art lifts a marshmallow lucky charms bar to Patrick's mouth and lets the other boy take a bite. "You're good with kids. Girls think that's hot."

"Shut the fuck up."

[mommycitas]

Hi!! would you pls write some negan x fem!reader? i love angst so maybe the prompt “this is gonna hurt but you need to be quiet okay doll?”

A/N; thank you for the req!!! I wasn't really sure what situation you wanted for the prompt so me being me it's gonna be sum smut ToT !! But if that isn't what you wanted,(I'm so so sorry if that's the case btw ToT) feel free to re-req and specify the situation you wanted and any other further details!!

summary; After being found by some of the Saviors, you are brought to Negan where he gives you a offer of a lifetime.

pairing; Negan x Virgin!fem!reader

Pronouns/Name; She/Her , Y/N

Warning; Age gap (reader in early 20s, Negan in early 40s) Swearing and such, Negan being Negan, sexual comments, semi-public sex(inside a storage closet), taking of virginity, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, thoughts of cunnilingus and sex. breeding kink if you squint hard enough. NOT PROOF READ !!

Word count; 1.7k

!! MINORS DISCOURAGED !!

You run through the woods, dodging trees, vines, and bushes. You look over your shoulder to see a large group of zombies chasing you. You lost all your handheld weapons and ran out of ammo for your gun, so you had no choice but to run.

You had been running for what seemed like 30 minutes until you couldn't seem them anymore. You leaned against a tree to try and rest. You grabbed your bad off your shoulder and reached inside to get some water, finding you had nothing but empty bottle you angrily toss all your belongs on the ground.

"Fuck!!" you practically screamed. Hearing a branch snap from the tree behind you, you realized the error of your ways. Standing silently, breathless, you waited for whatever was there to pass. After a minute or two you turn around the tree to see if you can see anything. Before you could even see anything or one, you felt something hard smash against your head and everything went black.

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Slowly waking up, you open your eyes to darkness. Laying on the cold floor of a broom closet it seems like. "Oh well fuck me." You groan to yourself before steadily trying to stand up. Kicking on the door a few times "Let me out!!" you yell. You go to kick one more time before the door swings open. A man with stringy blonde hair and half his face had a nasty scar on it. "Where am I?" you demand "Be quiet" he groans at you. He backs up and a few men walk over, most of them holding guns and such. "Come with me" he groans yet again. Following him, you see the kind of place you're in. It seems to have been a factory before the old times maybe?

It's full of people and children. You haven't seen anywhere like this in so long. A feeling of euphoria brushes over you when you suddenly walk into the same man you were following. "Watch where you're going, we're here." He opens a door and shoves you in before closing the door again.

You looked around the room shocked at what you were seeing. You couldn't believe something like this existed in a time like this. Doing a little spin to look around you hear someone clearing their throat behind you. A tall man wearing a leather jacket was standing behind you. "Here doll, sit down." He ushered you to the two couches sitting face to face on the side of the room. taking a quick seat, he follows and does the same. "Hi, I'm Negan." you smile at the introduction "I'm Y/N."

"Welcome to the sanctuary!" he had such enthusiasm in his voice, it was nice to hear after months of only having hearing zombie groans. "Sorry, my men were so brute with you. They saw you in the woods and thought you needed help." "So they knocked me out?" he didn't respond to that, only giving you a weird look. "Now. If you want to stay here, you have to work for your place. So I'm gonna break it down for you, in four choices. One: You wind up on the spike and you work for me as a dead man. Two: You get out of that nasty little cell you woke up in, you work for points, but you're gonna wish you were dead. Or three: You work for me, you get yourself a brand new pair of shoes and you live like a king. Or." He paused and examined your facial expressions.

"Number four. You become one of my wives and don't work a day in your life, get whatever you want, and get screwed by me every night!" You just stared at him blankly, not knowing if he was joking or not "Cat got your tongue?" he laughed "One of your wives? Plural?" the thought of that made you feel sick, but you've had it so hard for months, not having to do anything sounded kind of nice. "Hell yeah! You know, you are super hot and I'd love to be pounding into you already." "That's gotta be a joke, right? This whole thing is a joke? All four options?"

He just let out a low belly laugh that sent shivers down your spine. "Let me show you doll." before you knew it he was leading you down a corridor swinging around a baseball bat. The first spot was "door number 1" as he would say. You watched as men in sacks fight with walkers chained to a fence. You look at Negan and shake your head "I'm not one for manual labor." One by one she shows you the next two locations. None of them really resinated with you, like you've said you don't really like doing work. That was until he showed you a room where four beautiful girls wearing cocktail dresses sat, laughed, and drank. When you walked into the room they all gave you a look. Negan explained what being a wife meant and the perks and rules of it was. But you weren't sure what to do or even if you should stay.

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You sat in the dark cold room you woke up in. Thinking all the situations over, you thought about Negan. About how good his salt and pepper beard would feel against the inside of your thighs when he's face first in your cunt. While you were a virgin and you've never even tried to touch yourself, you had a good idea of sex and foreplay. You thought about how good Negan would look naked, pounding into you. You felt your pussy throb at the thought.

Before you knew it you were pounding on the door yelling for Negan. After a minute he threw the door open "Jesus doll! Are you dying in here? Lucky I was just passing by." he laughs before being interrupted by you aggressively placing your hands on his chest "Please Negan, I need you, I want to be your wife, take me please." you look up at him and see his eyes are already blown with a lustful fog. "I've been waiting for you to say that since I laid eyes on your tight ass." his lips crash onto yours before you have the chance of even considering changing your mind. He closes the door, the only light coming from the small lantern on the floor he had brought in. He pushes you against the wall making quick work on the button of your cargo shorts, dropping them on the floor, leaving you your underwear.

He rubs you through the material, feeling how wet you already are for him, feeling him smirk against your lips. In one quick motion he tugs off your underwear and rubs your clit. You moan against him before pulling away. "Negan.. umm I'm a virgin." you embarrassingly reveal "Holy shit. Been a while since I plowed a virgin, this should be fun." He plunged one finger into you, gaging your reaction and never removing eye contact. You squeak and your head falls into the crook of his neck, feeling a kind of pleasure you've never known before, quickening his pace you become more slick by the second. He kisses you on the top of the head before continuing "I'm gonna add another finger, ok doll?" you nod in response. Feeling him stretch you out, you let out a cry. He pumps his digits in and out of you while nipping at your ear. Just as you feel that knot in your stomach start to form, he removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth, you whine in protest. But before you can protest more, he grabs your shoulder and turns you around, pressing your face against the harsh cold wall. Using his free hand he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down, grabbing his cock out of his boxers. "This is gonna hurt but you need to be quiet ok doll?" he whispers in your ear while rubbing his tip from your entry to your clit back and forth. He lines his tip up with your opening and slowly pushes himself in about half the way.

The strange change from absolute pleasure to the feeling of your cunt ripping in half made you loudly cry out. "Doll, I told you, you need to be quiet. Anyone that walks by could hear you." he says while covering your mouth with his rough palm. You stare up at him through the glossy coating covering your eyes. He continues pushing himself into you until he's skin to skin. You had never felt such pain yet such pleasure in your life. He soaks inside you for a minute to let you adjust to being so stretched out. You nod to the best of your abilities, letting him know he can continue. At first he starts slowly, rocking his hips gently back and forth in and out of you. After a minute or two of this he removes the grip on your shoulder and replaces it on your hip and starts going harder and faster. Violently crashing into you at a quickening pace making a dull smacking noise. You moan in a muffled tone into his palm. Drool sneaking past his calloused grip flowing down your chin. A minute into this you feel that same knot tighten inside your core. Negan could tell by your mannerisms that you were close and you could tell too. Tears streaming down your face you let out one final loud moan that even muffled would be loud enough for anyone near to hear, you released all over Negans large cock. With your cunt tightening around him, he was teetering over the edge.

With a few more sloppy uncoordinated thrusts you feel his cum all inside you. Ropes of warmth shooting up and inside you. He quickly pulls out and pulls up your underwear, leaving you sitting in his semen. You both adjust yourselves and throw your clothes on before leaving the closet.

You were filled with such a happy euphoria hand in hand with Negan. "Now lets go get your sexy little ass one of those hot ass black dresses."

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Twisted Weddings: Photoshoot #5 - Veiled Dreams - Vil

Summary: Your fifth photoshoot was with Vil, and you honestly weren’t as worried about this one. After all, not only was Vil a professional, anyone who saw the picture would be looking at him. Not you. All you had to do was relax which was always an easy thing to do with Vil. He was quite the reliable young man after all.

Type: Female reader/ 800 Followers Event/ Series/ sfw/ fluff/

Twisted Weddings Series Masterlist

Word count: 1435

I shifted slightly where I lay on my side on the ground as I watched Vil get settled right beside me. 

Our heads were right side by side with our bodies stretched out in the soft grass that brushed ticklishly at my fingers. But Vil and I almost formed parallel lines despite the fact that we only overlapped where our heads were.

My eyes met his, and I felt myself smile slightly at him as I let my head rest comfortably on the ground. 

I already knew what our pose was going to be this time. One that was meant to show off the massive skirt of the pristine dress I wore as well as the delicate little cap sleeves that were made wholly from lace.

My arms were already curled so that one of my hands rested under my head while the other rested lightly against my chest. Hiding the lace that also covered the bodice of my dress in a surprising move. But when it came right down to it, most people who saw this image would probably be looking at Vil even despite his relatively simplistic suit.

He was the celebrity after all. And even in the simplistic and classic black and white of his outfit, he looked amazing. Which was hardly surprising when one took even a single passing glance at his face.

And he was wholly relaxed as he faced my way even as he lay on his back, one arm pillowing his head as his gaze held mine.

He let out a soft sigh as he looked at me before speaking, his tone amusingly dry and causing me to smile, “What is it?”

I let my head rest comfortably against my hand as I felt my smile spread, at odds with the way Vil seemed to be fighting the smile that was hinted at only by the way the corners of his mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly as I quietly answered, “I was just wondering how your fans are going to react to this picture. Did Rook say anything?”

“Only that he desperately wished he could be here and that he would try to get a peek at us from afar,” I almost laughed at both Vil’s words and the image of Rook sitting in a tree somewhere nearby.

It was very on-brand for Rook, though. In fact, a little too on-brand. I wouldn’t put it past him to be spying on us and taking pictures of his own right this very instant, though I opted to stay silent as Vil continued.

“As for my fans… I imagine they’ll have questions about who you are. Gossip always does love to run rampant after all,” Vil remained unbothered, but I felt myself frown slightly at his words.

I didn’t know much about the life of being a celebrity save for what Vil told me. But I couldn’t help but worry about whether the gossip might hurt Vil in some way.

I was confident in his ability to take nasty words, but when it came to issues of rumors damaging his image….

“It won’t hurt your popularity, will it?” I held his gaze worriedly, and a smile flickered across his face.

His eyebrows arched before an amused smile spread across his face, “Tater tot… Are you worried about me?”

I felt my expression shift to something more pouty as his words and my fingers curled into my hand as I frowned at him, “Well, it could, couldn’t it?”

He snorted lightly, “Feasibly, but I’m not worried about that, so neither should you be. In fact, you should be more focused on posing properly.”

I wrinkled my nose in slight confusion, “Have I messed up somehow?”

His smile twitched slightly in a subtle show of amusement, “No, but once they throw the veil over us, you won’t be able to move around.”

I felt myself frown at his teasing, almost shaking my head before realizing that would just be playing into his teasing because I would have to move slightly, “I haven’t been moving around.”

He laughed, more of an exhale than anything, but he stayed silent as Crewel leaned over the two of us. His arms crossed and eyebrows arched, “Are you two ready then?”

I blinked, not entirely sure how long he’d been quite so close even as Vil nodded up at our instructor, his voice shifting to something more businesslike, “Yes, we’re ready.”

Crewel nodded before slowly lowering the gauzy veil over us as I hurriedly looked back towards Vil and forced myself to go still.

I exhaled softly, my gaze meeting Vil’s amethyst one, and a small smile flickered across my face before I closed my eyes. And even then I could feel Vil’s steady gaze still resting on me, and distantly I wondered what expression he was making and what we looked like right now.

A bride and a groom stretched out in the soft grass. Me looking like I was asleep, lost to the world of dreams, and Vil looking at me with some unknown expression on his face.

My fingers curled into my hand as I concentrated on staying still as I listened to the photographer make varying suggestions about Vil closing his eyes for a few more shots and other such ideas.

But finally, after what felt like ages, Crewel spoke up, “Okay, that looks good, you two.”

I exhaled, letting the breath I’d been holding out as I opened my eyes to immediately find Vil already looking at me with perfect calm and a slight smile. And it was perfectly obvious that he’d been far more relaxed than I had been the entire time.

But then, he was the professional here.

I hummed slightly as the veil got pulled off of us, and we both sat up, my hands falling to rest in my lap, “So how did I do?”

He was on his feet before I was and already reaching down to help me up as he smiled slightly at my words, “From what I saw? Just fine. But if the rumors are anything to go by, you’ve been handling all of your photoshoots well.”

I snorted slightly as he pulled me to my feet, and I brushed at the skirt of my dress, checking for any loose grass or trash, “I’m surprised you haven’t seen the photos from other shoots. Azul said he had, so I figured they were already circulating around the school.”

“I would imagine Azul used his own means to gain access to your pictures,” Vil let go of my hand, a knowing grin on his face that had me chuckling slightly as I nodded.

“Well, he did mention Jade, but I wouldn’t have put it past him to sell his access to those photos,” I grinned at the young man as he nodded, agreeing with an amused nod.

“Nonetheless, I imagine this bridal line will go over quite well,” Vil tilted his head slightly, and I blinked at him before nodding in agreement.

“The dresses and suits are all beautiful,” I felt myself smile as I spoke, but it was true. Every single outfit I’d worn so far had been beautiful in its own way. And so had all of the suits. Even the most simplistic ones were well tailored and stood out from the crowd in the same way the men who’d worn them for the photos did.

Which was to be expected, in many ways, since Crewel was the one who’d designed them. But it didn’t make them any less nice.

Something flickered in Vil’s eyes, almost like he was considering saying something before he shook his head. a slight smile on his face that spoke of some secret I didn’t know of, “Either way, I imagine that I will get to see how we looked in the photograph soon enough should I ask Rook.”

I frowned at him slightly, crossing my arms, “You think he’s here?”

Vil looked at me, his eyebrows arching, and I felt myself chuckle as I nodded, thinking back to my own previous thoughts, “Right, stupid question. If you do get to see them, let me know how they look.”

Vil’s smile turned more amused, “I can tell you how they look right now without even seeing them, Tater tot.”

And with only those words he turned and walked off. Leaving me staring after him with a slight smile on his face.

Because it was certain that the pictures turned out well. There was no way Vil would be satisfied, much less in a good mood, if they hadn’t.

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*Grabs my big girl megaphone* This is important!! Trust me, take it from an "older" Tot... that person that bullied you in school won't matter years down the road, you'll likely forget most of what was said and done... That person who gives you a weird look because of what you wear or how you acted in public won't remember you and you won't remember them.. That person that made fun of you at one of your first jobs you were still learning won't mean anything to you later in life. That so called friend that can't accept and respect you as you are, the people who are meant to be in your life will accept, respect and love you just as you are, all the other's don't matter. Finally that person that said something nasty won't matter when you're living your life the way you want, doing what makes you happy. Most of these people are upset because they either A. Don't have the courage to be their own authentic selves and so seeing those who can be their authentic selves triggers them. B. They haven't found a healthy coping mechanism for their own trauma. "Hurt people hurt people." Those that are hurting without the proper support they need cause harm to others. C. They are just generally unhappy in their life and in the world. Misery loves company after all, tale as old as time. Don't let others people's pain become your own.. Live your life the way that makes you happy, helps you feel safe and gives you comfort. This life is too short and too precious to allow anyone to dictate your own happiness! You are not hurting anyone by just existing and following your happiness. Remember you are loved, you are valid, you are important, you are a treasure, you are needed in this world to make it a softer place for yourself and everyone else around you, you are on the right path, you're right where you're meant to be, you are supported and you are not alone.

*throws away the megaphone* n members not to let big mean meanie pants upsetties you, dats what dey wants. Dey wants everyone to be as unhappy as dey are. Cuddle up wiff da stuffies, watch da cartoons, color to yous hearts content, play wiff all da toys!!! Yous not da probem n yous no hurting anyone... go be yous lovely little self.

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Almighty (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Happy Christmas! -Danny Words: 2,600 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Wish That You Were Here' -by Florence + The Machine

XXIX: Believe It or Not, I'm More Terrible Than You'd Think

Calypso's plan wasn't so bad and it could've worked, hadn't been because Lester panicked midway through and ran to the wrong side of the Zoo forcing the girls to follow him.

"You suck, you suck, you suck!" Ara hisses while they race through the orangutan section.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" He whispers back, speeding forward. They stop at the end of the hall and he takes a look around the corner. "I think the coast is clear—"

He crashes against a Germanus's back, yelping loudly. Ara moves like lighting, yanking Lester out of the guard's reach, she moves Almighty in an arch motion over the boy's head and cuts the Germanus's skull diagonally, which isn't a pretty sight when it drops with a nasty splat on the concrete before turning to dust.

Calypso gawks weakly before covering her eyes and blindly grasps Ara's clothes to follow her, Lester stumbles forward like a tree about to fall flat. "Move," Ara tells him, pulling Lester by the elbow since he's holding the bags of tater tots.

A few steps ahead Calypso uncovers her eyes, she's pale and shaking. "That... that was..."

"I'm sorry," Ara apologizes and means it. "I had to, otherwise he would've made noise or alerted others—oh, come on!" The girl spots another guard at the far end of the path and pulls both teens to the other side, following a sign with SKYLINE written on it. When they're reaching midway, more guards appear. "You gotta be kidding me," Ara charges up the charmspeak. "Get lost." 

The group blinks, looking genuinely lost and asking stuff at each other, walking back to where they came from. She looks at Lester and Calypso, both staring at her impressed, and she shrugs. "I'm not gonna kill everyone, it's messy."

"That's exactly what I was thinking," Lester keeps a straight face. "Just how tacky singlehandedly murder five people would be."

"In any case, I confused them enough for an hour or so, but Lit is still out there..." Ara smiles at the thought, and Lester notices it.

"What's so funny?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing, I just can't wait to fight him. Last time Jason and I turned him into gold. Which was alright, because we weren't winning, but now?" She laughs, sounding a little crazy. "Oh, he won't know what hit him..."

"As much as I love that you're happy, I would rather not run into him at all."

"You're no fun."

"You're insane."

"Says the guy that dated a genocidal—"

"Commodus wasn't genocidal when I dated him!" He blushes. "And how on earth did you figure it out?"

"Your soul light," Ara says vaguely. "And you reek of yearning every time someone mentions one of your exes."

"I—is that a thing?" Lester hesitates, sniffing his armpit. Then his expression shifts again. "Wait, I have a soul light?"

"This way to the train," Calypso points ahead.

Ara turns her attention to the girl. "You memorized the map?"

"I'm good at that too," Calypso smiles. "Once, I made one of Ogygia; reproduced every square foot of that island. It was the only way I kept myself sane."

The girl stares at her. "You should watch Tangled."

They reach the train, and there, facing them with a rather unbothered stance, is Lityerses, holding his sword over one shoulder to show off that he can do that without injuring himself. Perfect posture, and perfect grip. It irritates Ara to no end that she still thinks he's cute.

"Welcome." He touches his earpiece. "They're here at the station. Converge on me, but slow and calm. I'm fine. I want these three alive." He speaks to Ara like they're buddies. "My men can be overenthusiastic when it comes to killing. Especially after you beheaded one of them. May I say, General, it's good to see you've decided to grow taller."

Ara eyes him, also keeping a casual attitude. "You shouldn't've told your men to be slow and calm, 'cause I definitely won't be."

He laughs. "Can't wait."

"You're able to use a phone," Lester points at his earpiece. "Or a walkie-talkie, or whatever that is. I hate it when the bad guys get to talk to each other and we can't."

Lityerses chortles. "Yes. The Triumvirate likes to have certain advantages."

"They play dirty like the pigs they are, you mean," Ara responds. "What happened? Did your daddy kick you out and now you've got yourself another three to make up for the lack of parental love?"

Lit's jaw tenses at her words, but he doesn't humor her. Too bad. "Drop your weapons—and you, keep your hands at your side," he looks at Calypso. "No sudden curses. I'd hate to chop off that pretty head of yours."

Calypso grins. "I was just thinking the same thing about you. Drop your sword and I won't destroy you."

They don't know Calypso lost her powers. That's good, Ara likes to know what bluffs can work in the future. Lit smirks at the former goddess. "That's good. I like you. But in about sixty seconds, a dozen Germani are going to swarm this depot. They will not ask as politely as I did."

"The thing is," Ara counts with her fingers, "I can take the Germani and their mommas for a ride and still have enough energy to gut you—also, please make my day and step out of line, please, give me a reason to cut your throat."

Noises catch her attention and Ara looks up. Lester, not wanting Lit to catch up on it, tosses his bow ahead. "Apollo!" Calypso scolds him. "What are you doing?"

"He's being smart, unlike the ladies here with the god complex. Now, where's the fourth member of your little party?"

"It's just us," Lester lies, trying to protect Leo.

Lityerses rolls his eyes. "Come now. You flew into the city on a dragon. Four passengers. I very much want to see Leo Valdez again. We have unfinished business."

"Why do you need him? I'm right here," Ara spreads her arms. "It was me whom you fought last time."

"Hardly, Jason Grace was carrying all the fight."

"You crumbled-up piece of—" Calypso holds her back and Lit smiles, amused by Ara's ready-to-kill disposition. "I will cut off your—!"

"Calypso," Lester whispers, "pull her back."

Ara glows teal, moving her fist like yanking on a leash and making the nearest hose blast an ice-cold gush of water. "Back up!" Lester insists with urgency, grabbing Calypso by the jacket and pulling both girls away as the canopy roof collapses in a mess of vines and branches. 

Ara stares at the disaster in shock. "I didn't do that."

"She must be here," Lester says anxiously.

"Who?" Calypso gets up with Ara's help.

"Meg?" Ara looks around as eager as Lester.

"Let's get out of here," the boy pulls her along to circle the wreckage and hop on the train. "I'll drive."

"If I can drive the sun, I can drive this!"

"This isn't the sun!" Calypso and Ara shout in unison.

The driver's bench is so small Ara has to elbow Lester to keep him pressed against the wall while she works on the controls. He fights her a bit, but once she gets the train going at the top speed it can reach, she moves away scowling.

"Stop trying to do Apollo things, you're not a god anymore!"

Lester's face denotes hurt and offense, but he just clenches his jaw and looks back to make sure Lityerses is still fighting to get out of the tangle of branches. Ara presses her palm to the train's roof and glows green. Hermes's blessing makes the wheels turn faster, but she can hear the strain she's putting on them.

"There!" Lester points to a sign in Latin. "The Good Stuff! We need to turn left!"

Ara turns Almighty into a hammer, tossing it at the hand lever a few feet ahead to switch the line, and the train screeches in protest as it gives the sharp turn. They're going too fast and it has no time to level itself, which causes the whole thing to tilt and slide, creating sparks within the tunnel.

Ara glows orange trying to make it balance itself but it's too much effort, she only gets it to overheat, and her ears buzz with the sharp noise of metal against rock. As soon as there is no wall to support itself on, the train goes fully sideways.

"Out!" Lester crawls out of the crash with impressive agility. Calypso protects the tater tots with her body, her face scratched and her clothes torn. Ara feels the familiar warm wetness coming from an open cut somewhere on her scalp. She whimpers, the buzzing growing stronger.

Calypso tumbles trying to pick her up without dropping the griffin food. "M'okay," Ara says, sounding like a drunken person. "Gods, my brain is pressing against my skull..."

"That doesn't sound okay," Calypso says worryingly. "Can you stand?"

Ara blinks, trying to focus. "Yeah, yeah, I'll walk it off..."

Lester is bleeding from his arm and sporting a bump on his forehead. "You're neck is bleeding..."

"Yeah, not my neck," Ara stands, "I'm concussed..."

"Wait," Lester's hands grab her face and tilt it to the right so fast she gets even dizzier. "Is this ichor?"

Ara pushes him away and looks around, so disoriented that for a moment she thinks they're in a colosseum. She reaches for her sword, but it's not in her pocket yet. "The griffins..."

"Ara, you're bleeding ichor," Lester's voice is weirdly excited but also angry. "Since when?"

"Where are we?" Ara is too confused to process his words.

"This is a training facility," Lester circles her and tilts her head again, examining the cut. "I've seen places like it before. These animals are being readied for the games—stop moving!"

He sounds so much like Michael that she freezes, thinking her current state is messing up with her mind. 

"Readied?" Calypso asks next to her. "How, exactly?"

"They're enraged. Baited. Starved. Trained to kill anything that moves—search in her plushie bag, she's got ambrosia there somewhere."

Calypso does what he asks. Ara must be looking bad or Calypso is really angry about this place if she isn't protesting Lester's orders. "Savagery. What have they done to those poor ostriches?"

"Ostriches," Ara mumbles. "Evil. Angry eyes."

Lester grabs the ambrosia and stuffs it in Ara's mouth. "Chew."

Ara coughs, swallowing with difficulty. "Strawberry," she says, her mind clearing up slowly. "What was that about ostriches?"

"The emperor used to enjoy using them for target practice. With a single arrow, he could decapitate a bird running at a full gallop. Once that wasn't entertaining enough..." Lester gestures at the enclosures, feeding Ara more ambrosia.

"All these animals will be killed?" Calypso asks in shock.

"Not if we can help it," Ara touches her wound, feeling it close in real time. She decides not to mention it, Lester probably knew that would happen anyway, he'd gone straight for the ambrosia without wrapping her head in bandages.

"That's an Aethiopian Bull," the former god looks around. "Their hides are impervious to all metal weapons—like your Nemean Lion, except, ah... much larger, and red."

Ara pouts. "I miss Apollo..."

Cal looks at her with surprise. "What?"

"She means the lion," Lester grumbles. "She named him Apollo, everyone else calls him Baby Chicken."

"Pollo," Ara corrects him. "It was Leo's idea."

Calypso decides to move past that. She looks at an enclosure and stops. "Guys, over here..."

"Oh, wow," Ara rubs her ear, still hearing the buzzing. It'll probably stay there for a while. "They're impressive."

"That's an understatement," Lester eyes the pair of griffins. His gaze lands on something and he pales. "Oh, no. No wonder Britomartis wanted these two back so badly."

Ara's face also drops. "Is she...?"

"The female is with egg," Lester nods. "She needs to nest immediately. If we don't get her back to the Waystation..."

"Will Heloise be able to fly out of here?" Calypso asks.

"I—I think so. My sister is more the expert on wild animals, but yes."

"Can a pregnant griffin carry a rider?"

"We don't have much choice except to try." Lester points to the net covering the surrounding area. "That's the quickest way out, assuming we can unlock the griffins and remove the net. The problem is, Heloise and Abelard are not going to see us as friends. They're chained. They're caged. They're expecting a baby. They'll tear us apart if we get close."

"My mother is the goddess of fertility," Ara says confidently. "I can channel up some of that, make myself more appealing to two animals expecting a baby."

"What about music?" Calypso offers. "Most animals like music."

"We could sing," Ara agrees, liking her plan. "Piper sang to these uh, these astrology-named creatures back in Greece, I can try and share my charmspeak, too."

"Yeah, okay, that's the best we got," Lester says. Calypso helps him climb the control panel and he looks at the girls from there. "Are you ready?"

"What would constitute ready in a situation like this?" Calypso stands shoulder to shoulder with Ara, both facing the griffins. 

Lester doesn't reply, he presses on something and the plexiglass slowly moves out, the creatures hiss and growl, and Abelard gets violent, trying to protect his mate. Ara takes a step forward and smiles, she starts to glow pink. "Hey, buddy! Did you know the Mexican Sesame Street's Big Bird is called Abelardo? My boyfriend told me that, Abelardo must be about your size..."

Ara stretches out her hand and speaks to her companions. "Now would be a great moment to sing and show those tots..."

"Which duet should we sing?" Lester asks. "'Islands in the Stream'?"

"Don't know it."

"'I Got You, Babe'?"

"No."

"Dear gods, I'm sure we covered the 1970s in your pop culture lessons."

"Guys!" Ara urges them, keeping her voice patient while the buzzing in her ear increases with her usage of power.

"What about that song Zeus used to sing?"

"Zeus... singing?" Lester frowns.

"In the palace at Mount Othrys, when he was Kronos's cupbearer, Zeus used to entertain the court with songs."

"Huh, weird to think of Zeus as someone else's servant," Ara says. "One would think he'd be more understanding then, having worked at customer service—but then again, working at customer service can also turn you into the villain. And his dad also ate all of his family, so..."

"I hadn't been born yet," Apollo stops her rambles. "I don't know what song you're referring to."

"Surely you know," Calypso insists, and then she starts to sing it.

Ara's glows falter like an old lightbulb when Lester joins, an old memory jumpstarting by the melody. She's heard this before, perhaps in one of her regressions, though it's been so long since she had them that she can't be sure. Perhaps Michael sang it at some point, while healing her, perhaps it was Ganymedes, a nereid, or a dryad...

A song about lost love, and the hope of reunion. Lester and Calypso voice the emotions so well that Ara's chest tightens. She misses Leo as if he were still out of reach, and then she realizes Leo will be permanently out of reach very soon.

Ara's skin glows stronger, she's oozing love in its more powerful state, she brings forward her Aphrodite nature, whimsy and consuming, and takes a deep breath, letting it out and watching as the air that leaves her ripples through the enclosure until it reaches the griffins. 

This is the most herself she's felt in months, and it's not the sunshine Leo claims she is, it feels aggressive, and yes, insane with want. If this is the energy that's been fueling her since day one... no wonder she's the way she is.

Calypso takes the opportunity to touch Abelard, patting its beak, then crouches to handle the irons. She stops singing and Ara picks up where she left it, singing with Apollo while Calypso works to free both creatures. The buzzing in Ara's head diminishes for a moment, the wound on her head has healed, but now her heart is hurting.

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[actualbird]

does luke actually have a sheet on the mattress in his sleep merch? does he just sleep on a bare mattress??? what if he bleeds on it or gets it all bobbly and nasty??? luke pearce get better bedding PLEASE

irt the new tot sleepy merch

HAHA THANKFULLY i think that might just be the design of his bedsheet, as its an adorable simple version of what we see in his apartment...

...complete with his game console (Paxtendo Switch?) just strewn around wherever. luke im begging you pls put that thing on a shelf PLEASE

but i digress. in the original bed, it looks to be a bedsheet because of the shape and shading, topped off with the blanket. another reason i think this is a sheet is because i remember in a luke story (my memory fails me, i cant remember which ;-;) that luke and mc changed the bedsheets of his bed together. additionally, across several stories, mc hilariously loves to bring up how luke's Scent lingers on his sheets. shes so real for that.

but yeah, the clues seem to point that at least our boy Has bedsheets!

..........HOWEVER

i cant discount that if Anybody in this game would sleep on a bare mattress, it'd so be luke pearce. i mean, the man sleeps on a palette bedframe, who knows what other questionable living choices he'd also give an OK for.

it's entirely possible he only busts out the sheets for when mc is coming over. or that he only started using bedsheets when he returned to stellis because he was making a Valiant Effort to try to be a normal person again after his decidedly not-normal past 8 years. or that one day aaron came over and saw his bedsheetless bed once and—because hes a pretty functional married guy with a whole Child—he's promptly so aghast he buys luke's bedsheets himself. as a gift. a gift of "please have standards"

the image of luke sleeping on a bloodied bare mattress is simply so pathetically hilarious to me because it supports this running gag thats like

[choir-boy-charles]

Miriam: *holding a littlun* Hey.. you know what? Charles looks a bit lonely.. why don't you give him a hug? >:) (I DON'T HAVE A SEPERATE ACCOUNT FOR HER I'M SORRY ToT)

NO GET THAT NASTY LITTLE BRAT AWAY FROM ME

I HATE HUGS AND I HATE THE LITTLUNS!!

(̶a̶l̶s̶o̶,̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶'̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶g̶i̶r̶l̶ ̶c̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶f̶r̶o̶m̶?̶)̶

[meowlenkov]

Short Introduction to Rear Admiral Karel Doorman! (In het Engels en Nederlands)

Prefacing this by mentioning who he is,

Karel Doorman is a Dutch Rear Admiral, later acknowledged as an Admiral. He was one of the most competent Admirals of the Dutch Naval forces, hence why he was selected to lead the battle of Java Sea.

Karel Doorman was een Nederlandse schout-bij-nacht, later erkend als admiraal. Hij was een van de meest bekwame admiraals van de Nederlandse marine, en daarom werd hij uitgekozen om de Slag in de Javazee te leiden.

Despite his significant role, Doorman remains a lesser-known figure from the Second World War, but he holds a very special place in my heart. There isn’t much written about him, so I’ve done my best to gather what I could. Hopefully, this helps anyone looking to learn more about him! :3

Ondanks zijn belangrijke rol blijft Doorman een minder bekende figuur uit de Tweede Wereldoorlog, maar hij heeft een heel speciaal plekje in mijn hart. Er is niet heel veel over hem geschreven, dus ik heb mijn best gedaan om te verzamelen wat ik kon vinden. Hopelijk helpt dit iedereen die meer over hem wil leren! :3

Doorman was born in 1889 in Utrecht and grew up as a Roman Catholic in a military family. He dedicated 32 years to the Navy and even made history as one of the Dutch Navy’s first flying instructors! From 1917 to 1921, he served as an instructor at Soesterberg Air Base and later at the Naval Air Base De Kooy in Den Helder.

Doorman werd geboren in 1889 in Utrecht en groeide op als rooms-katholiek in een militaire familie. Hij heeft 32 jaar van zijn leven aan de marine gewijd en maakte zelfs geschiedenis als een van de eerste vlieginstructeurs van de Nederlandse marine! Van 1917 tot 1921 diende hij als instructeur op Vliegbasis Soesterberg en later op de Marineluchtvaartbasis De Kooy in Den Helder.

He had four children—three with his first wife, whom he divorced shortly after their third child’s birth (I know…), and one with his second wife, whom he married in 1934, the same year as his divorce. Shady? Maybe a little.

Hij had vier kinderen—drie met zijn eerste vrouw, van wie hij kort na de geboorte van hun derde kind scheidde (ik weet het…), en één met zijn tweede vrouw, met wie hij in 1934 trouwde, hetzelfde jaar als zijn scheiding. Verdacht? Misschien een beetje.

In 1922, for his exceptional work organizing the young Marine Luchtvaartdienst, Doorman received a royal distinction as a Knight in the Order of Orange-Nassau. He was, however, forced to step back from active flying after a skating trip in early 1919 ended with a nasty fall through the ice, leaving him with a permanent arm injury. Combined with looming cuts in the Naval Aviation Service, this marked the end of his career in the skies.

In 1922 ontving Doorman, voor zijn uitzonderlijke werk bij het organiseren van de jonge Marine Luchtvaartdienst, een koninklijke onderscheiding als Ridder in de Orde van Oranje-Nassau. Hij werd echter gedwongen om zich terug te trekken uit actief vliegen na een schaatsreis in het vroege 1919, die eindigde met een lelijke val door het ijs, waardoor hij een blijvende armblessure opliep. Samen met de dreigende bezuinigingen op de Marine Luchtvaartdienst, betekende dit het einde van zijn carrière in de lucht.

He struggled with tropical dysentery which occasionally caused him much inconvenience and was known for being a “very special and very difficult man,” according to historian F.C. van Oosten. Not just challenging to others, but also to himself. He was described as “air-minded,” which might sound like a backhanded compliment, but in context, it just means he was sharp when it came to aerial reconnaissance. 

When people talk about his “failures” regarding the campaign, people fail to account for several things / Wanneer mensen het hebben over zijn “mislukkingen” met betrekking tot de campagne, vergeten ze verschillende zaken in aanmerking te nemen:

1. The Netherlands was excluded from the United States-led conference addressing Pacific issues and determining future actions. To quote a direct excerpt from The Battle of the Java Sea by Oosten, F. C. van, ‘This conference, to which the Netherlands were not invited, was concluded on March 27th with the so-called ABC-1 Staff Agreement. Under discussion came the problems in the Pacific, and Great Britain and the United States reached an agreement over the strategic principles which would apply in the Far East should war break out with Japan. The Atlantic Ocean and Europe would be considered the main theatres of war, while in the Far East a defensive strategy would be followed. In other words the American forces in that area would not be considerably strengthened. The Pacific Fleet on the other hand would be allowed to pursue an offensive strategy. The slogan for this policy was ‘Help beat Hitler first’.

1. Nederland werd uitgesloten van de door de Verenigde Staten geleide conferentie die zich bezighield met de vraagstukken in de Stille Oceaan en de toekomstige acties. Om een direct citaat uit The Battle of the Java Sea van F. C. van Oosten te gebruiken: ‘Deze conferentie, waartoe Nederland niet was uitgenodigd, werd op 27 maart afgesloten met de zogenaamde ABC-1 Staff Agreement. Gedurende de bespreking kwamen de problemen in de Stille Oceaan aan bod, en Groot-Brittannië en de Verenigde Staten kwamen tot een overeenkomst over de strategische principes die van toepassing zouden zijn in het Verre Oosten, mocht de oorlog met Japan uitbreken. De Atlantische Oceaan en Europa zouden de belangrijkste oorlogsgebieden worden, terwijl in het Verre Oosten een defensieve strategie gevolgd zou worden. Met andere woorden, de Amerikaanse strijdkrachten in dat gebied zouden niet aanzienlijk versterkt worden. De Stille Oceaanvloot daarentegen zou een offensieve strategie mogen voeren. Het motto voor dit beleid was ‘Help Hitler eerst verslaan’.

2. He had an extremely limited time frame to prepare for the battle of Java Sea / Hij had een extreem beperkte tijd om zich voor te bereiden op de Slag in de Javazee 

Mid-February 1942: Japanese forces began their advance towards Java. By this time, Doorman and the Allied naval command knew that a decisive naval engagement was inevitable / Midden februari 1942: De Japanse troepen begonnen hun opmars richting Java. Tegen deze tijd wisten Doorman en het geallieerde marinecommando dat een beslissende zeeslag onvermijdelijk was.

February 25, 1942: Japanese naval movements became clearer, and Doorman started mobilizing his mixed Allied fleet of Dutch, British, American, and Australian ships / 25 februari 1942: De Japanse maritieme bewegingen werden duidelijker, en Doorman begon zijn gemengde geallieerde vloot van Nederlandse, Britse, Amerikaanse en Australische schepen te mobiliseren.

February 26, 1942: Doorman conducted preliminary reconnaissance and skirmished with the Japanese fleet / 26 februari 1942: Doorman voerde een voorlopige verkenning uit en raakte in een schermutseling met de Japanse vloot.

February 27, 1942: The main battle commenced / 27 februari 1942: De hoofdbattle begon 

Based on this timeline, Doorman had approximately 2–3 days of direct, immediate preparation after confirming the Japanese threat. However, his overall strategic preparations may have begun earlier in mid-February, giving him around 10–12 days of broader planning, though these efforts were hampered by limited resources, inadequate intelligence, and communication challenges among the multinational Allied forces.

Op basis van deze tijdlijn had Doorman ongeveer 2–3 dagen voor directe, onmiddellijke voorbereiding nadat de Japanse dreiging was bevestigd. Zijn algemene strategische voorbereidingen kunnen echter al eerder in midden februari zijn begonnen, wat hem ongeveer 10–12 dagen van bredere planning gaf, hoewel deze inspanningen werden belemmerd door beperkte middelen, inadequate inlichtingen en communicatie-uitdagingen tussen de multinationale geallieerde krachten.

Funny enough, he did express reservations regarding this campaign. Doorman reported to Helfrich that he estimated the chances of an Allied victory to be very small. He literally said: "Do we still have a chance? I believe very little. Wouldn't it be better to leave in time and help the Allies outside Java?" Helfrich countered that it was already decided in advance that the Allies would fight in the Java Sea.

Grappig genoeg uitte hij wel twijfels over deze campagne. Doorman rapporteerde aan Helfrich dat hij de kansen op een geallieerde overwinning als zeer klein inschatte. Hij zei letterlijk: "Hebben we nog een kans? Ik geloof er heel weinig in. Zou het niet beter zijn om op tijd te vertrekken en de geallieerden buiten Java te helpen?" Helfrich reageerde dat het al van tevoren was besloten dat de geallieerden in de Javazee zouden vechten.

Some facts about Doorman’s Experience during the moments leading up to the battle of Java Sea and the battle itself / Een aantal feiten over Doorman's ervaringen tijdens de momenten voorafgaand aan de Slag in de Javazee en de slag zelf

For several nights Doorman cruised with his force off the north coast of Java and Madura to prevent any unexpected landings of Japanese troops / Gedurende meerdere nachten voer Doorman met zijn vloot voor de noordkust van Java en Madura om onverwachte landingen van Japanse troepen te voorkomen.

Part of the Doorman’s crew in De Ruyter was saved, but Doorman chose to go down with the ship, per old naval tradition / Een deel van de bemanning van Doorman in de De Ruyter werd gered, maar Doorman koos ervoor om met het schip ten onder te gaan, volgens de oude maritieme traditie.

He was posthumously recognized with a commendation emphasized his exemplary leadership, noting that Doorman: '…set an inspiring example to the crew… by ordering them to abandon the sinking ship with the wounded, but to remain on board himself, whereby he went down with the ship'. 

Hij werd postuum geprezen met een onderscheiding die zijn voorbeeldige leiderschap benadrukte, waarbij werd opgemerkt dat Doorman: '…een inspirerend voorbeeld gaf aan de bemanning… door hen te bevelen het zinkende schip te verlaten met de gewonden, maar zelf aan boord te blijven, waardoor hij met het schip ten onder ging'.

Ok now a photodump

[wowhead]

Hate hate HATE seeing pics of food people post that's like some slop all mixed together or something nasty looking like ramen with tater tots cheese saltine crackers beans etc. just a huge dump of gross shit it legit makes me want to throw up it's so nasty I'm sorry

[princessmo]

What's your favorite food from your job?

oh man i dig the cinnamon bread twists and the parmesan bread bites. the lava cakes and chicken alfredo bread bowl (i add bacon bc i'm a mess) are also good. also bbq and bacon pizzas, i like all the crusts so i follow my heart depending on the mood

do NOT get the wings theyre fucking nasty and i've never had the subs but theyre a pain in the ass to make and they look gross. i've never had the tater tots so i can't speak on those

[titaniasfairy]

dilf!price who’s kid you babysit for. you can’t help but get jealous when he finally goes on a date!

this isn’t finished and if y’all want it i’ll finish it (with smut teehee)

cw: femreader!

price was a sad man with a sad life. he’d never admit it, but it was the truth. a 40-something retired military man fresh out of a nasty divorce. he’d gotten his son, jj (john junior), and the house she left him in, along with the bad memories of screaming fights in nearly every room in the house but he didn’t really have anything else.

sure every friday night his old army buddies that were still active would invite him out for drinks at a dingy pub, but that wasn’t really a social life was it? when they were deployed he was out of luck talking to anyone.

except for you. his young and bright babysitter who still had hope. you’re a cute little student who attends the local university that finds some extra money watching his little tot.

you were funny, sweet, kind; all the qualities anyone would admire in a girl. it seems like babysitting jj was more of a fun opportunity than a job for you, and price adored you for it.

you didn’t complain about payment, or cancelling last minute, you didn’t even mind staying the night for certain days. price thinks you’re more of a mother to his son than his ex-wife ever could be.

he couldn’t help but stare at your ass or look down your shirt at times, you were just so attractive! it’s just instinct to find his child’s mother-figure adorable when you play with him or cuddle him to sleep. price even gets jealous of his own kid sometimes.

it had been about a year, and his buddies were nagging him about not have a lass on his hip by now. eventually a certain scottish someone set him up with a lady about john’s age, with some boring full time job. she was remotely attractive and price didn’t want to turn down the offer, so they set up a date.

7:30 saturday night, he’d told you. of course you dropped everything to be at his doorstep like the wonderful babysitter you are. you sat on his leather couch with jj in your lap, playing some kind of game on your phone.

price comes in trying to tie a tie, obviously struggling. god he looked so attractive in dress clothes, didn’t he? you weren’t used to the burly man wearing such sophisticated clothes. embarrassingly, it sent butterflies to your core. after about 5 seconds of price fumbling over his own fingers, you offered help.

“need some assistance there?” you smiled while playing with jj. john didn’t notice how ridiculous he looked until you said something. he cleared his throat before speaking.

“yeah, hadn’t done this in awhile.” you placed jj off your lap and gave him your phone to play with. “let me help you” you stood in front of him, tying his tie with a focused look on your face. he always thought you looked cute while you were working on something.

john tried, he really tried to not look right down your cleavage but it was right there. how could he resist it? you finished up and went to the refrigerator to grab a drink.

“so hot date tonight, eh?” you chuckled while you cracked open a soda. price let out a laugh, you’re so funny to him.

“is that what it is?” he grabs his sports coat and his keys while he talks. “i don’t look ridiculous right? i haven’t been on a date in awhile.” you think his nervousness is cute despite how handsome he looks.

“i think you look quite handsome mr. price.” the way you always address him so formally makes his cock twitch in his dress pants.

“for the millionth time sweetheart, you can just call me john. but thank you, i gotta look nice re-entering the dating scene.” he checks his beard in a nearby mirror.

“they don’t know what they’ve been missing.” you smile at your cheesy comment while sipping on your drink.

“well i’ll be back eventually, it depends on how it goes. i promise not to bring some random lady in the house later tonight.” he makes sure he has everything, his keys, his wallet.

“well good luck, im rooting for you- kind of.” if you’re being honest, you don’t want any woman near this man. in your mind he belongs to you.

“kind of? what’s that mean?” he leans into the conversation- what could you possibly mean?

you move over to jj and pick him up “kind of as in, i don’t someone taking my job. i’m attached to the little guy what can i say?”

john chuckles and bends down to talk to his son. “daddy will be back soon bud- i promise. gimme some” price holds out his fist for a fistbump with jj. after he gets it, he ruffles his hair and gives him a kiss on the head. meanwhile, you can’t stop thinking about price calling himself ‘daddy’

“don’t set the house on fire okay?” he gives you that toothy grin you’re so used to.

“i promise, john.”