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aritsukemo · 2 months ago

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I don’t know if your requests are open, but I simply love your writing! May I have a Zhongli/Venti/Xiao Prompt with a reader who’s secretly a god from another world?

Finding out you're secretly a god | Genshin Impact

( @scar8o )

Summary: After your powers are revealed in a heat of the moment decision, you and your partner have a much needed conversation..

Characters: Xiao, Zhongli, and Venti

Warnings: Nothing much. Mentions of reader facing discrimination in Xiao's and slight tears towards the end of Xiao's as well.

A/N: AGHHHH this took months to finally write, but I'm glad I finally got the push I needed to finish this! I'm sorry you had to wait so long and I hope you enjoy this little collection of drabbles I put together! :D

A yellowish-orange shade was cast over Teyvat just like it would any other evening. Nothing had changed; the wind was still blowing, wildlife was as and as wild as ever, and the grass was still the same old greenish tinge.

Well, today, Xiao supposes that something has changed. For the first time in years, there was complete silence between you two. Being the chatterbox that you were, it was never like this since you're always rambling on about whatever popped into your head—whether that'd be how your day went, what you should do tommorow, or even the most trivial things like which colored cloth you should use to wipe off your weapons.

But that particular evening, you didn't utter a word. You simply sat there, knees to your chest as you gazed at the sun slowly setting upon the horizon. It felt odd for Xiao—awkward if he were to be so mundane. At the same time, he had no way of relieving this odd, awkward tension from the air. He had so many question stirring in his head that could at least fill the air with something of substance, and yet, he felt hesitant to voice any of them.

But he has to say something. If he doesn't, he fears that he'll never get his questions answered. So, without looking your way, he asks, "Who..are you really?"

You don't answer immediately and for a moment, Xiao thought you didn't hear him at all. Before he can repeat himself, however, he hears your voice, low and uncharacteristically sullen as you tell him, "Someone who doesn't belong here.."

He doesn't realize it, but upon hearing your response and looking over at you, his eyes softened—and just like the snow he used to munch down to prevent himself from starving to death, his golden hues glistened in the light of the setting sun. He didn't know what to say to that. Or rather, he couldn't think of anything to say that would be comforting to your ears.

That's one the things about you that he's fond of, but is also envious of. You always knew the right thing to say even when he thought you didn't. It's one of his favorite things about you..

"Look, I'm sorry for lying to you for so long.." You said before heaving a long, tired sigh. One that sounded as if you've been holding it for ages, "In my own world, people despised me and this power so much so that they tried everything they could to make my life miserable.."

"Adults, kids, girls, boys, women, and men.. Even when they were more different than the glaxies above, the one thing that was always the same was the way they looked at me.. That deep swirl of hatred in their eyes as they stared at me..like I was some kind of monster.. No matter what I did for them, it never changed," Xiao chooses to ignore the way your voice cracks midway through your sentence—the signal that the glass dam inside you was beginning to crack..

"When I got here, I saw this as my brethren relieving me of that pain..like a fresh start. I was so happy..and so, so scared. I was terrified of the past happening again so I swore to do everything in my power to keep that part of me hidden for as long as I was able.."

At this point, he could see those crystal tears rolling down your face, the translucent trail they left glimmering in the sun's glow. He's never seen them before. You never allowed him to and now, he's grateful that you never did because the sight of you crying made his chest feel heavy and empty, causing it to ache. The sight was painful. It felt wrong associating this feeling with something so..human, but it's the only thing to describe this black hole forming where his heart's supposed to be..

And in attempt to fill that feeling, he finally asks, "Do you think this power of yours will bring harm to the people of Liyue?" You finally glance at him, confusion written all over that tear-stricken face of yours. He merely looks at you with expectancy, so you eventually croak out a small, "No.."

"Do you ever think that you'll try to take over Liyue and force it's people under your thumb?" He threw another question at you, and this time, you answered quickly, blurting out an offended sounding, "Of course not! Do you think I would?"

"No," He answered immediately, "But as the protector of this land, I had to make sure we were on the same page before I said anything else," And he gets up. Your crystalized eyes follow after him, confusion beginning to swirl along with a headache—the result caused by your near-breakdown just now.

"Wha.." You begin, but your voice dies in your throat as he offers you a hand and looks you in the eyes like he would any other day—as if everything was normal.

"You said before that after all of this was over, you'd drag me off somewhere to 'wind down', didn't you? Well, I'm allowing you this once to do so without having any resistance on my end," He clarifies, and that's when it finally clicks in your mind; nothing has changed. The world is still spinning, the once clear, orange sky has turned blue and starry. Xiao is still willing to reach out to you, still willing to stare at you with adoration and love, and be around you. He still sees you as simply Y/n.

And you find yourself brought to tears all over again. Yet this time, it's due to sheer relief instead of anxiety and agony. It's because of the happiness you feel as you reach out your hand and let yourself be helped up like some damsel..

..And it's all becase of Xiao, who's kind enough to see you as something other than a monster. Something lesser than a divine god or goddess, but as simply another person of the land who he should protect.

"So when did you figure it out?" You asked to the man who sat across from you at the table—although to others it seemed as though you were talking to your tea from how your eyes were trained on it the entire time you spoke, pupils following every ripple it made with every slight of your hand.

The man across from you—who you've called many endearments over the years of knowing him—simply hummed at your question, taking the time to grab his own tea cup before answering just as casually, "Some time ago. I've had some theories of my own for a while now, but..outside assistance helped to point me in the right direction."

"So the traveler told you," You stated, your tone leaving no room for him to lie or say otherwise—a silent testament that it was futile to try and deny something you already seen as a fact, but he attempted anyways.

"Not exactly," He said, "It was a slip of the tongue on Paimon's part, a small one at that, I barely noticed it myself." And this time, you hum, closing your eyes as you at last take a sip of your tea—which has long since gotten cold since it arrived at your table.

You take a long, slow sip, as if you were buying time, or maybe, simply trying to collect all the thoughts swirling in your head and condense them in a coherent, civil sentence. Whatever it is, Zhongli allows you that time and patiently waits for you to finally set your cup down again..

"So? What do you plan to do with me now that you know?" The question comes off blunt—slightly threatening to the unintelligent ears, but it doesn't phase Zhongli. After all, he knows that you weren't threatening him, but more rather felt threatened. Similar to a cornered bunny who's only defense weapons are its fluffy, dull nubs.

"Nothing at all," He says, and at last your eyes cross the table to look him in the eyes. He does the same, granting you the same favor.

There's a moment of silence between you two in that moment. You silently demand an answer to his previous answer and the light thrumming of your fingers against the smooth, expensive wood gave away your impatience, your growing anxiety, and most importantly your fear. It's a discomforting sight to see of his usually calm lover, and so, he's quicker to respond to you in hopes of relieving your tension.

"You hold me in such high regard, dear. And while I'm flatter, may I remind you that I'm simply a consultant. I have no power to do anything other than grant you a comfortable resting place to lay your head when you pass," He closes his eyes, breaking eye contact with you to bless you with a small, polite smile, "A question like that would be more fit for the Tianquan, would it not?"

"In my humble opinion, though, I think it best if you didn't stir a pot that has already settled. Going to Lady Ningguang over something she knows nothing about is not needed, don't you agree?"

He opens his eyes again to look at you, only having the luxury to catch the tail end of your reaction to him deciding to sweep this under the rug before your expression smoothens out and a smile eases onto your face and your fingers move to lace around your cup once again..

"I suppose you're right. Forget I said anything then."

"Who knew my windblume could be even more extraordinary than I once thought?" He told you under that massive oak tree—The Symbol of Mondstadt's Hero—after sneaking away with you, who was just praised the entire evening for your heroic deeds.

"You flatter me," You said before letting out a chuckle. Venti chose not to comment on how it sounded drier than how the fruits up in Celestia look, "Really, I don't deserve such praise.."

"On the contrary! You were Mondstadt's savior today! Not to mention mines!" He said cheerily, "If it weren't for you, Mondstadt would've been robbed of this bard's melodious melodies!"

You found yourself huffing at the absurdity of his words before you can stop yourself. Making up for the slip-up with a half-hearted, agreeing hum.

"You're a fool.. Having a dangerous being such as myself leisurely lay on you like this.." You whisper into his thigh as you turn on your side, your voice muffling due to half of your face being smothered by the puff of his shorts. Your comment was heard nonetheless and earned a chuckle from the bard.

"Love makes one do foolish things," He simply replies, before you feel something cold and smooth against your cheek. Your eyes flutter open and out of the corner of your eyes you see the familar red hue that you would only see plastered on one of the delicious treats the Cuihua Trees so graciously gift Teyvat.

You take the apple from his grasp, once again laying flat on your back as you hold the apple above you as if to tantalize yourself.

"I'm serious. You shouldn't be this nice to me anymore, Barbatos," Another slip of the tongue—one promptly ignored and immediately pushed to back of both of your minds, "I'm nothing but a weapon of destruction."

"That you may have been in the past, but as of now, you're simply a bartender at Angel's Share who's fallen head over heels for a skillful bard; me," He replies after swallowing the chewed, sweet chunks in his mouth that came from his apple—which has already been half-eaten at this point.

And you find yourself huffing again. This time at the realization that he was right—at least the part about being hopelessly in love with him anyways..

"You had a long day, so why not you rest after you eat? I'll strum you a gentle tune that'll carry you away to pleasant dreams, ehehe~!" He suddenly suggest—an obvious attempt at deading the conversation where it stands before you say something too depressing to brush off easily. You pretend to not notice, deciding to accept your defeat for now, as you nod, finally bringing the apple down to your lips and taking a bite, being careful to chew the bite thoroughly before swallowing..

"That sounds nice.. Maybe resting my eyes wouldn't be so bad."

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

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mamaspeckles · 9 months ago

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SFW AND NSFW LUCIFER HEAD CANONS PLSLSLSLSSLSL

I am back!!! And kinda rusty with my writing ideas😭 god bless me because these headcanons are going to be crazy!!!

Lucifer SFW and NSFW Headcanons

CHARACTER IS OLDER THAN EARTH

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SFW

-Lucifer is an absolute sweetheart to you– his personality is so fatherly so he is bound to be kind and caring to everyone but the respect bar goes up when it’s for Charlie or you ·

-he goes out of his way to praise and compliment you even if it’s for basic deeds like cleaning up or taking care of yourself.

-Lucifer is surprisingly hard to fluster, any sort of affection or flirtatious banter you throw at him doesn’t really make him freak out or melt into your hands like putty.- minus his hard shell for your remarks he does enjoy complimenting you for your smarts and beauty. “You are so beautiful and strong minded my love~..you awe me!”

-if you tend to like flowers or perfumes as gifts, he is the perfect man for you. Lucifers favourite things to gift you are yellow, pink, or black tulips as swell as vanilla or midnight scented perfumes, he will always hand gift them to you when he gets the chance.

-this man loves making you laugh! He will pull any corny dad joke out just to make you snort and wheeze.

-lucifer will only call you honey, beautiful, or darling unless he is being stern with you.

-Lucifer is the supreme gentleman in public and behind closed doors. He will allow you to do the talking when you two spend time with each other- he finds allowing his lover to voice their opinion’s or pick the topic of conversation is the most One of the main respectful thing a man can do.

-he would straight up die if you asked him to make a rubber duck version of you- his face glowing up as he drags you into his work room and makes you watch him create a mini duck of you.

NSFW

--Lucifer never refers sex as ‘fucking’ but is the type of man to say and refer it to ‘making love’ , it’s not just ‘sex’ or ‘fucking’ to him- it’s deeper and more spiritual in his eyes- Unfortunately if you are impatient it’s a bad thing, Because making love with the king of hell means you will be waiting quite awhile for the first time between the two of you.- Lucifer doesn’t look for sweet release but rather for a sensual and spiritual connection whilst your bodies rub together.

-Lucifer undoubtedly possesses the mindset and a switch dynamic. While he does lean towards a more dominant nature, he is open to bottoming if you approach him with the request with curtesy.

-I can honestly see Lucifer a thing for BDSM. Nothing too extreme but more of the end of the stick type of kinks such as handcuffs, blindfold, hot and cold play, etc.

-Lucifer HATES using a condom. He even tends to forget to put one on/ He doesn’t want to stop in the heat of the moment just to wrap a rubber around what is supposed to bring life. And due to him despising Condoms he tends to pull of if you don’t want him finishing inside.

-this man got some good old angelic power if you know what I mean.. like this man’s stamina is crazy! Once he starts, he’s never stopping. Not until you are absolutely wrecked.

-Lucifer isn’t very loud, but he is vocal. Low grunts and gasps to say the least,sometimes a low desperate groan escapes his throat when he gets closer to an orgasm.

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This was actually so hard to write bruv…the NSFW part was SO HARDDDD😭 but anyways if you want more just request!(reblogs and liking it is appreciated btw)

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gabrielsbubblegumbitch · 10 months ago

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Please, elaborate more on these Hazbin Hotel headcanons. I’m very interested in hearing about them.

I would like to preface all my posts on headcanons related to psychology and mental illness with a disclaimer: diagnosing mental conditions, especially personality disorders, can be extremely challenging. It's a complicated process that relies heavily on a psychologist's interpretation of facts, making it susceptible to biases. Personality disorders cannot be diagnosed based on surface-level observations and are not just labels that we can assign to people like in the case of MBTI. Additionally, I am not a clinician with any expertise in diagnosing people. Therefore, the following post should not be taken as a reliable professional opinion. It's simply my interpretation of the internal mechanisms that may be responsible for the behavior of certain characters in my fan fiction. Furthermore, I want to make it clear that I have no intention of stigmatizing people with personality disorders by associating them with villains. A personality disorder does not determine someone's character or make them a bad person. Some characters may be evil because of the choices they make, not as a result of their mental conditions.

Since you didn't ask about anything specific, I'll just give some headcanons on Vs since I think about them the most.

> Vs are not a polycule, it's VoxVal + Velvette because she would never touch any of these losers. What's more, Vox and Val are extremely sexist (I mean it's kinda canon, we heard how they speak about women) so if she had sex with any (or both) of them, she would no longer be one of the boys and become one of the bitches.

> Vox has NPD, Val has BPD, Vel has APD.

> Vox is continuously overstimulated because he's constantly connected to his web. That's why snaps so easily and sometimes goes through 5 stages of grief in 5 seconds. He could disconnect (and sometimes he does) but he's too much of a control freak to not lurk constantly.

> During his life on earth, Valentino had a terrible, toxic father. Very much machismo who abused him relentlessly for being queer. (Not that I want to make him sympathetic, I just think that evil people are often miserable before they become evil.) Because Val is very queer, not just "man occasionally fucking other men", he's always been loud and proud pansexual and gender non-conforming. He wasn't some kind of activist, very concerned about queer issues, he just refused to stay in the closet out of spite, and because it made men around him uncomfortable. He just enjoyed being perceived as a deviant. It was one of the things that eventually got him killed.

> Vox is like a hardcore sadist. He cuts people open just to feel powerful.

> During his life on Earth, Vox used to be extremely homophobic because his bisexuality was threatening to his masculinity. He's also the embodiment of toxic white masculinity from the 50's. He actually did some personal growth in Hell, eg. He gave up racism, homophobia, transphobia, and most other -phobias, and now he despites everyone rather equally. He just bullies women more because misogynistic violence is a low-hanging fruit.

> So with Velvette I had some fun because she manifested in Hell not so long ago and happened to be as powerful as other Vs, who had much more experience and souls collected. So I assumed she must be completely deranged. I came up with the idea that she used to be a toxic influencer who built a cult-like following around her. She weaponized it against multiple people, ruining lives, and manipulating kids into committing crimes or even suicides. Her methods are very fine, Vox and Val have nothing on her when it comes to cruelty.

> Velvette is not misogynistic per se but she despises weak women who can't fight for themselves. That's why other Vs behavior don't bother her, she doesn't feel threatened by their aggression.

> Angel Dust has BPD and an eating disorder. That's why he fell for Valentino so terribly, to trust him with his soul. He used to think that Valentino is the only person fucked up enough to truly love him as damaged as he'd been. (More hc about Val and Angel here). Actually Val has a very similar backstory to him - a queer, gender non-conforming man in a very masculine environment (I'm not sure how canonic is Angel working for the Italian Mafia at this point but I stick to it until proven otherwise).

Other headcanos about Vox and Val ❤️🩵

#hazbin hotel #valentino #vox #Velvette #VoxVal #angel dust #Huskerdust #headcanon #ask #vox hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette

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theaimofsadeness · 3 months ago

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MOSQUITO BITE

pairings: James Beaufort x original female character

warnings: NSFW, smut, mutual masturbation, blowjob, oral sex, slight exhibitionism (maybe?), very poor description of a lacrosse training

summary: Making a deal with James Beaufort wasn’t a good idea, probably it was the worst decision she could’ve taken. She knew it, but she couldn’t imagine how pleasurable the consequences could be.

author’s note: this is my first time publishing something, and english is not my first language sooooo please, be kind and enjoy! 🤍

“you know, everyone’s a price princess” James stated, his voice soft like velvet. “you’re right, Beaufort” she answered, lifting her chin up. The boy’s figure towered over her, the low light that illuminated the small storage closet made his shadow look darker and bigger. Abigail felt completely surrounded by his presence. “but my complicity is not something your father’s money can buy” she added, smirking proudly. “you’re right, Fortescue” he mimicked her. “but i wasn’t thinking about that” he added and his voice acquired a more sensual tone. She watched as he pressed himself lightly against her, the warmth of his body made her shiver. “are you that desperate?” she chuckled, placing a hand on his chest.

She felt his fast heartbeat under her palm and looked at him in the eyes. His mischievous expression never leaving his face, his icy blue eyes shined under the golden light. “i’m not desperate” he replied bitterly. “i’m determined” he corrected her. Abigail smirked at his arrogance, even in that compromising situation he wasn’t willing to act with humbleness. “yeah, but luckily for you i was gifted with a bit of common sense and empathy” she smiled, still stroking his chest. James gave her a questioning look; he couldn’t understand why she wanted to make things so difficult. “i know those feelings are unknown to you…” she teased him, having deciphered his look. “but that means i could never force you into such a thing” she explained.

James looked down to see if there were some expressions in her face or something else which would hint that she was lying to him. He found none. “what makes you think that i would feel forced to do it?” he asked. For the first time since he dragged her there, Abigail was left speechless. He let his broad hand rest on her hip, tugging her even closer to him. Their knees were touching, so were their chests. “you really… you’re saying that you’re willing to give yourself… sexually… to me, in order to gain my complicity!?” she asked in disbelief. “who wouldn’t?” he shrugged and she looked at him, unable to answer.

She never thought about him in that way, but she couldn’t deny that that idea was intriguing. It was absurd to imagine being intimate with someone who had never shared an emotion or a feeling before, other than despise and jealousy. Yet, Abigail wasn’t blind. James was certainly one of the most handsome boys at school, his demeanour was insufferable but charming nonetheless. She wasn’t deaf either, she had heard all the gossip about his abilities and appetites, even the ones about his majestic tool. She looked up at him once again, her eyes were bright with lust; she made her decision. The girl moved her right hand up toward the neckline of his white shirt, her fingertips brushed the skin under its collar and she thought she could burn herself. She looked back at him, then back at her hand and finally back at him again; stopping midway to look at his perfect lips. James took a deep breath when he saw the impudence in her eyes. He wondered what had made her change her mind.

She smiled, feeling his gaze following hers. “fine” she spoke eventually. “but we have to set some rules” she then added, looking at him with a stern look. James discovered in that moment how difficult it was for him to breathe since she had started caressing his collarbone with her thumb. In that moment, he felt like he would loose control if she didn't stop doing that, he knew that whatever she would ask him would be done no matter what. Despite her cold and unapproachable demeanour, James couldn’t ignore the strength of her charm. He had always felt drawn towards her in a way that he couldn’t understand and that gave him mixed feelings. He didn’t like her, but he couldn’t say he despised her either. She was beautiful, with a sharp mind and a good heart; moreover, she was incredibly sexy. She was known as the people’s princess for a reason.

“yeah, everything… you name it, princess” he swallowed thickly. She nodded and then seemed to think about what to say next. “first, i want us to be exclusive…” she blurted out, lifting her gaze to see his reaction. “as long as this thing goes on, we won’t be fucking anyone else” she clarified. “you know i always take good care of… uhm… myself” Damian pointed out, just to tease her. “yeah, but still… i don’t wanna risk to catch something from your… slappers” “as you wish… yours will be the only pussy i’ll see” he smirked and Abigail huffed shaking her head. She hoped he didn’t catch the redness spreading on her cheeks. “she better be worth it” he then whispered, lowering his face. James chuckled as he felt her shiver under his touch. “i’m sure she won’t disappoint you” she replied, not knowing where she found the courage to do it.

James chuckled lightly feeling her relaxing against him. “obviously…” now was Abigail’s turn to swallow thickly. “obviously if we meet someone else we’ll immediately stop this” she spoke, her mouth now was only inches away from James’ neck. “sure” he nodded. “and last, i think that should be clear that this agreement must not involve feelings of any kind” she continued, with newfound strength. “our relationship is exclusively sexual, the rest of our lives should go on as always” her heart hammered in her chest as she lifted her gaze once again. He hummed, nodding once again. “is there something you wanna add?” she asked.

“nope” he shook his head. “as long as you’re satisfied…” he smirked, proud to have achieved his goal. After all, he thought, Abigail’s stubbornness had been useful. “do we have a deal, then?” he asked, grabbing her chin with his fingers. Her deep grey eyes locked with his. “yes” she whispered in the exact same moment when the bell rang. That was the signal that their time there was over, now they both had to go back to their classes. Abigail took a pair of steps back, heading towards the closet’s door but James wasn’t ready to let her go. “hey!” he called, caging her with her back pressed against the door. “how do i know you’ll keep your word?” he asked mischievously smirking when he saw her black brows furrow. “what do you mean?” she asked, her gaze questioning him. “i mean we have to seal our agreement” he explained, taking her porcelain face between his big calloused hands. “yeah… you’re right” she smiled then, sensing what was on his mind. “well then, there’s no turning back from now—“ “i don’t wish to turn back” Abigail interrupted him.

One moment later she felt her lips being captured between James’. The kiss was soft and tentative at first, but as Abigail lingered into the contact, James didn’t waste a second to deepen it. His tongue slid past her parted lips, rubbing across her teeth and then into her warm mouth. Abigail moaned softly as she opened her mouth wider for him. She wrapped her arms aroud his shoulders, digging her long black nails into his nape. She had to agree with all the girls that gosspied about James’ skills, he really was a good kisser. She loved the confidence with which he slowly took posses of her mouth. His strong scent invading her nostrils while his slightly alcoholic taste lingered on her tongue. James Beaufort was intoxicating. As their tongues danced together Abigail felt his hand travel down her side to cup one of her firm breast through her blouse, while his other hand rested around her neck. The way she was grinding against him was driving him crazy. Her soft hands sent shivers down his spine and he knew he would carry the scratches of her nails on his nape for the whole day. The way her soft plump lips embraced his, made his head spin. James loved how she made him feel, he was ready to take her there and then. The guy started massaging her breast absentmindedly applying even more stength to his movements. “n-no” was everything Abigail was able to say, parting slightly from his lips.

“what?" he almost growled, his need building up. She looked up at him with her sexy gray eyes, which were half hooded by her long eyelashes. He didn’t care about her, but still he didn’t want to do something she wasn’t sure of. James grew instantly worried about having pushed her too much. “we can’t… not here… not now” Abigail breathed, keeping her hands wrapped around his strong neck. He felt the relief taking possess of him. “why?” he mumbled leaving a soft kiss on her lips. Abigail gasped at the unannounced contact. “because..." she paused, while James kissed her jaw. "because...” she whined as he kissed the spot under her ear, James was determined not to let her speak. “fuck” she whispered. “James!” she almost shouted when she felt his lips starting to suck on the sensitive skin of her neck. The boy immediately drew away from her. “christ, we’re both gonna be late for our classes and everyone will be wondering why” she explained sternly. Nonetheless, her gaze softened when she saw his golden brows furrow and his perfect lips pout. “i don’t care, you can’t leave me like this” he answered bitterly, clenching his fists like a spoiled kid. “i can, and i will” she smirked, opening the door behind her back. “i can’t resist” he tried again, grabbing her wrist as she was halfway out.

“oh yes, you can" she chuckled before kissing him once more. It was a quick kiss, but enough to make James moan. Abigail smiled against his lips, withdrawing swiftly. “princess, please” he begged her, moving forward to chase her succulent red lips. Abigail shook her head no, smiling. “later” she suggested. “this afternoon, after your practice” Abigail added and saw his gaze brighten. “where can i found you?” he asked, his heart racing in his chest. “near the library, on the second floor” she answered without thinking. By the time he would’ve finished his lacrosse training, her meeting with the book club would’ve been over by half an hour. That was perfect. “deal" was all he could answer.

After shutting the closet’s door behind them, James caught Abigail by surprise and grabbed her waist pulling her against his rock hard cock. “Jam—“ she squeaked. “easy, princess, keep quiet” he cut her off, hiding her behind his robust figure. Abigail did what she was told and he kissed her again. "one last thing" he groaned between kisses. “you better make a stop in the bathroom before you head to class” he smirked on her lips. Under the daylight the redness on her cheeks was perfectly visible. “you… you fucking asshole” she muttered covering the point on her neck where he had left his mark.

James chuckled as he walked towards the stairs at the end of the corridor. The girl headed to the opposite direction and, before disappearing behind the corner, she turned around finding him at the other side of the corridor looking at her. Then she gave him the finger and kept on walking. James felt a smile rising on his face, but he shook it right away.

A few hours later, when the weekly meeting of her book club ended, Abigail got up from her seat and moved closer to the window. She looked down on the lacrosse pitch located behind that building and saw the team training. She immediately spotted James, he was wearing a top that sticked perfectly to his upper body and a pair of very thiny shorts. That outfit emphasised his physique in a very tempting way. Her eyes wandered over his torso, his abs stood clearly defined and muscular. His defined and sweaty arms peeked beautifully from the sleeveless top. The way in which his shorts hugged his strong legs emphasised James’ perfect ass. Abigail watched in awe as every muscle in the boy’s body contraced as he moved along his teammates on the pitch. They were about to conclude their training session and were now playing a little game, in order to try the schemes they had been thought. She was amazed by the strenght with which he directed and encouraged his teammates, the courage with which he threw himself against his opponents and how he faced each tackle fearlessly.

On the pitch, under the window, James was feeling a pair of eyes following his every move. That day’s training had been really strenuous and, despite the fact that he was very tired and sore, he was sure he was lucid enough not to start imagining things. The gaze he felt heavy upon him couldn’t belong to one of his coaches, nor teammates; at that time of the day there was no one else around and he couldn’t understand to whom that look belonged. Before one of the last actions of the game, James looked around himself and finally saw her. She was standing at the window on the second floor of the building beside the pitch. Abigail was looking down at him and didn’t flinch when he caught her staring. He returned the stare, grinning. James then returned his attention on the pitch, ready to play the last play of the game. He was the captain of the school’s lacrosse team; that sport and his role were one of the few things that made him really proud. He loved playing lacrosse, the strenght and mentality it required. As the coach blew the whistle, signalling the end of the game, and the victory of his team, James rejoiced with his teammates. He immediately lifted his head up, looking at the window behind his back. Abigail was still there, and she was clearly smiling; that made the boy’s heart starting to hammer.

A few minutes laster, the coaches dismissed them and James rushed to the changing room and showered himself. He looked forward to see her, he was excited beyond limit. The boy cleaned himself quickly then got dressed with his uniform and headed rapidly to the second floor, where Abigail was waiting for him. He stopped a moment before entering the room to recompose himself, he didn’t want to look desperate. James looked at his reflection in a window and fixed himself up. He brushed his still damp blond hair with his fingers than, finally, he entered the room.

The girl rose up from her chair and turned to face him as he entered. In spite of the numerous times he had met her in person already, James found himself stunned again at how gorgeous she was. He let his backpack fall on the ground before locking the door behind him. The room was poorly lit, Abigail had closed the roller shutter creating a more intimate atmosphere. The scent that lingered in the air was sweet and flowery, indicating that there were a lot of girls there before them; James didn’t despise that, that smell was way better than the one of his team’s changing room. The room was quite small, there was only an oval table that took almost the entirety of the space, surrounded by chairs.

“princess” he greeted her, bending his head lightly. She was looking at him with an unreadable light in her eyes, while she was standing in front of him; her lower back pressed against the table’s edge. “asshole” she greeted him, smirking. He chuckled lightly taking a pair of steps forward and closing the distance between them. In a couple of seconds he was standing in front of her, towering over her with his hands placed above her hips. “how dare you?” ha asked laughing. “no one believed this was a mosquito bite” Abigail explained showing the red mark on her neck. “you should’ve come up with a better excuse” he said, starting to caress her thighs. “and, by the way…” he continued, tracing soft patterns on her knees. “the biggest asshole here is you, because you left me with a boner for the whole morning” Abigail couldn’t hold back a small laugh at his dramatic tone. “it’s not my fault if a simple kiss is enough to get you” she teased him, leaning forward. “that wasn’t a simple kiss, and you know it” he answered bitterly grabbing ahold of her jaw. The girl smirked proudly, she was well aware of the effect she had on him. She tugged at the collar of his white shirt and pulled him towards her. James wasn’t expecting this to happen, too focused on her red lips to notice her movements. He stumbled a little, but stadied himself grabbibg her plush thighs.

They kissed deeply, mouths open, tongues lashing each others. James couldn’t help letting out a moan, being that distracted by her lips. Abigal wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. His groin brushed against hers, and he let out a low growl gripping her buttocks to press her even further against him. Abigail smiled on his lips. She started moving her hips slowly, making Damian moan again. She suckled gently at his bittom lip, making him open his mouth. She then slide her tongue inside it, making it brush against his. James had to admit that Abigail was a very good kisser, if not the best. He would never admit it to her, but the way she explored his mouth made him feel things he never felt before. He thought he could spend his life just kissing her, breathing her scent and tasting her. They kept on going like that for long minutes, until they both started panting slightly.

“you see…” Abigail spoke, breathlessly. “i was right, you get hard just from kissing me” she teased him looking down at the tent forming underneath his trousers. James felt his cheeks starting to redden, but he wasn’t going to let her go with that. He smiled softly, but his hand slid swiftly from Abigail’s buttock to her inner thigh; he moved it forward to her centre and smirked when, halfway up, he started feeling her wet skin under his fingertips. “as you get wet just from kissing me” he answered in a whisper. The sound of his voice was enough to make Abigail tremble with anticipation. “you like me so much that you get all worked up just with a little kiss” he continued, kneading the soft flesh of her thighs. Now was his turn to tease her.

Abigail moaned when she felt his lips pressed against the love bite he had left hours before. “i saw you staring before” he steated, leaving a long stripe of kisses alonge her neck. “did you see something you like?” “mh-m” Abigail moaned closings her eyes. “tell me” he ordered before nipping her earlobe. The girl shivered and smiled wickedly before answering. “i saw…” she whined. “i saw the schemes you were trying, they seemed pretty clever… then the neatness of the passages, laudable” she sighed. James raised an eyebrow at her answer. “are you kidding?” he asked, abruptly stopping his ministrations. She eventually opened her eyes just to be met with a disbelieved look on the boy’s face. She giggled nodding. James didn’t expect this either, but he liked how she turned the tables. All of the tension of the moment was gone in an heartbeat. “yeah… sorry, you were so caught up… i couldn’t resist” she tried to apologise, her smile still planted on her face.

“but beside that, there were still a few other things i liked” she then added. “for example?” he asked leaning closer to her once again. “well… your tiny little revealing outfit was truly enjoyable” she started and he suddenly felt flustered, her confidence made him blush out of excitement. “yeah?” he asked in a hoarse voice. “yeah, it made your ass really stand out” she continued smirking. No one had ever talked to him like that, and he liked it a lot. “then i liked the strength with which you manhandled your teammates” Abigail added, caressing his strong arms. James lost track of everything, only thinking about what Abigail said. “mh i see” he spoke softly, still caressing her thighs. “i bet you wish you could be manhandled with the same roughness, uhm!?” He asked, grazing his fingertips above her clothed center. “mh… yeah” she breathed out. “you thought about being fucked on that pitch, too? being under me while i pound relentlessly into your sweet cunt, princess?” he continued whispering in her ear as he began stroking her from above her lacy panties and tights . “yeah… that, that too” Abigail moaned, feeling her legs starting to tremble.

James placed a long kiss in the centre of her neck before finally speaking. "good to know, princess… we should do that sometime soon, mh?" he nibbled playfully at her jaw line while still brushing her front. “yeah but… uhm… why don’t we take care of this first?” she suggested, palming him through the fabric of his trousers. In a matter of seconds James lost all of his resolve, again. “ah… fuck” he moaned rolling his hips into her hand. “i think you’ve been in this state for enough time, mh?” she whispered, brushing her lips against his neck. “yeah…” he nodded, swallowing thickly. Abigail smiled seductively and with a swift motion she changed their position, so now James was standing with his lower back pressed against the table.

“can i?” she asked starting to play with his leather belt. “you must” he groaned looking down at her. The girl smirked again, she loved the way he melted for before her; she liked how tame he looked, especially knowing that he would never show this side to others. Abigail slowly unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his pants; she tugged her hands under its hem and guided them down James’ muscled legs. Instinctively, the guy spreaded them a little wider granting her a better access to his now painfully hard member. His white knuckled hands were holding onto the table’s desk for dear life. While watching intently, the girl reached over and gently grabbed James’ full package through his boxers. She pulled and rubbed his cock letting out a content sigh. "fuck" he whimpered closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.

Abigail seized the moment and got up on her tiptoes to leave a light kiss on his Adam’s apple before kneeling before him. James followed her every movement as if he was hypnotised, he swore that the sight of her knelt before him could have been enough to make him come right there and then. Abigail placed her palms on his knees and started caressing her way up to his needy bulge. She followed the movements of her hands with her mouth, kissing and nibbling gently at the sensitive skin. Her touch was soft yet firm and intense, making James clench his fists, trying not to cry out in pleasure. "god... yes" he hissed through gritted teeth. She was taking her time tasting his skin. When she reached her destination, on the point right under where James’ gray Calvin Klein boxers hugged his massive thighs, Abigail started to suckle on his skin more fervently. She felt him shiver under her lips.

“darling… please” he begged her, bucking his hips forward. Only when she was satisfied with her work, and the red mark she had created was big enough, she kept on moving. She nuzzled her nose on the skin under his bellybutton, before leaving soft kisses on the area of his hips that was just above his brief’s hem. When she finally let her finger slide under it, James held a breath. He had waited for so long for this to happen that he didn’t know how to react. He was so excited, so pent-up that it was extremely difficult for him to think straight. “fuck… yeah” he moaned, finally feeling the cold air of the room hit his hot sensitive member while his boxers reached his knees. His blissful state was interrupted by a low chuckle, he lowered his gaze to see the astonished look on Abigail’s face. “what?” he rasped. “they were right” she simply answered, looking up at him. James was curious what she meant by that. His suspicions proved correct when Abigail opened her mouth to explain. “you know about all the gossip about your… uhm… tool” she said shifting her look from his eyes to his massive member. He was completely shaved, not a single curl of hair adorned his pink veiny shaft and that made it look even bigger. “i always thought they were exaggerating things, but boy…” she chuckled. “this thing is huge” James couldn’t hold back a small laugh himself, he had to admit that that situation was pretty funny.

"well… thank you for noticing princess, really makes me feel special" he joked, rubbing his hand against her soft cheek. “but i think we’ll find a way to make it fit” he then added, grabbing a firm hold of the hair at the back of her head, pushing her slightly formard towards his groin. With her deep grey eyes still locked with his, Abigail took his hint and wrapped her soft palms around his thick shaft starting to stroke it slowly and gently. “oh god..." he moaned. James closed his eyes as the wave of sensations washed over him, her warm grip already made him shiver. He couldn’t tell if it was due to all the foreplay and teasing, or if it was simply her; but the boy was sure no one had ever touched him like that. He could feel his excitement build up fastly, and when Abigail wrapped her plump lips around his leaking tip he thought he could lose his mind. Her tongue was fluttering all over his pulsing rod, softly licking every inch of it, giving him a wild sensation in his core. She was so good. “yeah… like that princess” he spurred her furrowing his brows while looking down at her. Now both his hands rested on the sides of her face, one tangled with her long black hair at the base of her neck, while the other was placed to her temple and forehead, so that her bangs would not go into her eyes.

She was the most beautiful sight he had ever saw, with her pearly sweated skin and her cheeks hollowed around him. “d-don’t stop” he stuttered and almost lost it all when she lifted up her gaze looking at him with hungry eyes. He couldn’t hold back anymore. “i-i… fuck… i can’t” he stuttered while closing his fingers firmly around her hair and starting to guide her head to take him derper into her mouth, while simultaneously thrusting his hips forward. At this point he was fucking Abigail’s face, but the girl wasn’t going to complain. She planted her long black nails into his firm buttocks to steady herself and followed the rhythm he was imposing. She loved how his lenght filled her mouth completely, and the slight vibration it made when it brushed against her tongue. She lifted her gaze to look up at James, completely lost in plaesure. With his head bent back, his mouth slightly open and his eyes closed he looked like an Ancient Greek statue. The face of one of those heroes that were carved in marble, his body drenched in sweat. The mere sight of it made her tingle between her legs, causing her body to shiver. The realisation that he was in that blissful state because of her made her moan, the vibration travelled from her throat directly to James’ cock. And then he came. "fuck… oh fuck!” he groaned, steadying himself on Abigail’s head while thrusting his hips through his orgasm. Suddenly a big load of cum invaded the girl’s throat, but she was ready to swallow it.

After few seconds she pulled away from him, gasping for some air. Some of the liquid escaped from her lips and trickled down her chin to the collar of her blouse. James followed it as it was the last drop of water in the desert. Abigail cleaned her lips with her tongue, her hands still holding onto the boy’s hips. He was salty and bitter, just like his natural smell, but she liked it. She also liked the way he gently stroked her hair and forehead in an almost loving manner. “r you good?” he asked breathlessly. “yeah, that was… intense” she breathed out in a raspy voice. “yeah, intense is a good definition” he nodded, still trying to catch his breath. He wouldn’t be lying if he said that that was one of his most striking orgasms. It seemed that Abigail possessed some kind of power to drive him crazy. Of course he knew that that was normal, all girls have that effect on boys; but there was something different about that. As if they were made to be together, as if their bodies had known each other for a long time.

“come here” he said bending down to pick her up fron the ground, with his hands under her armpits. In the exact same moment in which he moved, he felt all the muscles in his back starting to ache due to the intense training. He let out a low growl. “don’t… i can—“ she tried to push him away, but he cut her off. “princess, i know you can but i’ve been pushing and pulling guys double your size… lifting you up won’t hurt me” he explained calmly, picking her up. She got surprised by his unexpected answer, but soon the surprise faded away. She simply giggled and linked her arms around his neck, letting him lift her up. In a swift movement he turned around and placed her on the table.

When she was sat, he rested his hands on her hips drawing light circles with his thumbs. “looks like know i have to return the favour” he whispered a few inches away from her lips. “that would be very nice if you, mister Beaufort” she smiled. James smiled wickedly before finally closing the distance between them with a slow passionate kiss. His hands immediately moved to the sides of her face, keeping her close to him as she tugged lightly at his hair. Her fingernails lightly scratching the back of his neck sent shock waves to his groin area, making his cock stir again. Abigail liked the way he kissed her, how fierce yet gentle he was; she loved how his big hands cupped her cheeks as if she was the most precious thing he had ever held. It made her feel desired and cherished. Probably that was a technique he had perfected during numerous sexual encounters, but she didn’t care. The way James kissed her made her stomach shake. Their tongues intertwined, caressing, licking, tasting eachother deeply. It was hot and it was sweet and it was perfect.

“lay down” he whispered finally breaking the kiss and pushing her gently down with a hand on her stomach. Abigail did what she was told and moved down until her back collided with the cold wooden surface, never leaving James’ eyes. The boy’s gaze filled with lust when he saw her under him, her black hair sprawled like a crown around her head, her mouth slightly open in anticipation, her legs spread and bent to better welcome him between them. Abigail really was and heavenly sight. He licked his lips slowly, trying not to look like a hungry beast staring into his prey. He slowly caressed the outline of her upper body until he reached the hem of her skirt. He lifted it up on her stomach discovering a pair of white lacy panties under her skin colored tights. “if i do something that makes you uncomfortable, you tell me… right?” he swallowed, shifting his gaze from her core to her eyes. “yes, yes but please…” she whined bucking her hips up. “please what, peincess?” he asked mischievously. “please touch me” “as you wish” he answered, starting to knead the soft flesh of her thighs between his hands. His actions made her groan loudly, opening her legs wider to give him easier access.

Suddenly he stopped moving his hands and stared into her eyes again, raising his eyebrows. “sorry” he muttered. “what!?” “i’ll buy you another pair” and as he spoke those words, Abigail heard the sound of the fabric being ripped from her. He had tore her tights apart, exposing her wet panties. “fuck” she breathed out, she didn’t know if she did it because she was pissed about her tights or if she was excited by his movements. However, she didn’t have the time to think about it because a moment later James pushed her soaked panties to the side exposing her pulsating cunt. He then dived towards her cunt and kissed it tenderly, sending shivers throughout Abigail's body. He kissed her mound, just above her sensitive clit. Then he moved to let a trail of kisses on her inner thigh, moving closer to her core he licked a stripe just a few inches away from her outer lip. He repeated the movements on the other side of her cunt, moving closer to where she wanted him, but not quite satisfying her.

“you like it?” he asked above her centre. “mh-m” she nodded, feeling her legs starting to shake. With a smile on his lips, James stuck his tongue out and touched her bud with the tip, swiping the droplets of her juices away. Again, he left a line of kisses just an inch away from her slit. Finally, after what felt like ages for her, he pushed his tongue inside her dripping pussy, eliciting another moan from Abigail. He tasted her honey, savoring every drop of her essence while she wrapped her legs around his head. Without realizing it, she dug her nails into his scalp and dragged them along his skull and neck. He licked and nibbled on her plump labia, slurping all the juices that oozed from her core. “fuck, James!” she moaned rolling her hips following the movement of his tongue. “oh i’m not an asshole now, am i?” he teased her, rubbing a hand on her dripping cunt. “no” she breathed out. “good girl” he praised her before diving again into her addicting pussy.

His fingers opened her swollen petals and soon two digits entered her tight hole. They probed deeper, stretching her cavern, until he found her g-spot. “ah” she gasped at the firts rush of pleasure. “again… do that again” she spurred him, and he doubled his efforts working with both his fingers and his mouth to bring her to the peak of her pleasure. He could hear her heavy breaths getting faster, telling him that she was close to cumming. That only made him work harder to make her climax. His plump lips wrapped around her sensitive bud were making her head spin. The room was filled with Abigail’s laboured breaths and James’ mouth sounds. The air around them was drenched in the scent of their pleasure that madr it thick and heavy. Abigail was about to come, she could feel her walls starting to clench around James’ thick long finger.

She just needed a few seconds more, but before she could let go they heard someone knocking at the door behind them. Abigail felt her heart sink into her chest, as James froze with his fingers buried inside her. “is there anyone in here?" asked a male voice on the other side. James got up so now he was facing Abigail, he put his palm on her mouth while keeping pounding his digits in and out of her. The girl opened her eyes wide, she couldn’t believe he would do this. He thrusyed indise her, while his thumb brushed against her clit. She tried to suppress her moans, or make him stop grabbing ahold of his wrist; but she couldn’t. She squirmed under him, while tha janitor was still outside the door. “dammit! it’s locked” the voice stated, moving the handle. “i’ll have to go grab the key” he then added, and they heard him going away. Both Abigail and James knew mr. Wilby would’ve come back in a matter of minutes, that meant they had to be fast. Abigail held her gaze on James and bit her bottom lip, silently asking him to keep fucking her. “you close?” he whispered in her ear, and she nodded still biting her bottom lip. “come on then, give it to me” he growled, placing both his hands on her pulsing centre. While he fucked her with his fingers, he played with her sensitive clit with his other hand. The double stimulation brought Abigail to her climax. She came arching her back, and moaning loudly inside James’ mouth. He had captured her lips in a messy kiss, swallowing the sounds she made. The sudden orgasm triggered by the fear and adrenaline pushed her over the edge. She came hard, gripping the boy’s biceps tightly in her fists and humping her hips wildly under James. He fingered her through her high, keeping his lips pressed to hers. That wasn’t a real kiss, more a way of keeping her silent. When finally her orgasm subsided she was panting and quivering pressed between the boy’s chest and the table behind her. “mh… fuck” she groaned when James withdrew his hands from her. “come, get up” he urged, extanding his still soaked hand towards her. Abigail took it without thinking twice and followed the boy out of the room.

He led her to one of the bathroom stall. As soon as they stepped inside, they boyh let out a sigh of relief. “by the way…” he breathed out looking down at her with an amazed gaze. “you weren’t the only one that had to come up with an excuse for the marks on your skin” he stated, and only in that moment, under the bright cold light of the bathroom Abigail seemed to notice the scratches she had left on James’ nape. “oh my god” she giggled. “what did you tell ‘em?” she asked then, curiously. “the truth” he shrugged. “i said that i kiss so good that the girl had to hold on sometimes strong not to faint in my arms” he smiled, looking at her through the mirror as he washed his hands. “you really are a vain asshole” she scolded him, reaching the women’s bathroom. “maybe, but you like this asshole” she heard him answer and shook her head smiling. He was right, she kinda liked him; but wasn’t ready to admit it. She closed the stall’s door behind her and tried to recompose herself.

When she exited the bathroom James was nowhere to be found. Abigail washed her hands while looking at her reflection in the mirror. She was perfect, no one could have guessed that a few minutes before she had had one of the most shocking orgasms of her life. Only that damned love mark stood out on her pale skin, but she didn’t despise it. She found it matched quite good with the color of her lipstick. Abigail left the bathroom and started walking towards the stairs at the end of the corridor when she heard someone calling. “miss Fortescue?” she turned around to be met with the round face of mr. Wilby. “do you know, by chance, who was in there?” he asked, pointing to the room her and James had just left. “mh… no, i don’t know… sorry mister Wilby” she lied, but the man seemed to believe her. “oh okay, it’s just… there’s a strange smell and i can’t understand where it comes from” it was the smell of sex, of hers and James’ body tangled togheter. “yeah, you’re right” she smiled nodding at him. “what have you got here, miss Fortescue?” the man probed further, now focused on the red spot on her neck. “oh, it’s just a mosquito bite” she answered briefly, covering it with her hand. “a mosquito bite, that makes sense” he repeated. “during this season they are pretty hungry” he affirmed, smiling. Abigail smiled back before leaving.

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if you’ve come this far, congratulations… you really are a brave person! i am thinking about making this one shot the first chapter of a longer series, what do you think? anyway, every comment and suggestion will be really appreciated, so will be requests or other scenarios in which i could set James and Abigail’s story.

thank youuuuuuu 😊

#maxton hall #james beaufort #damian hardung #james beaufort x oc #james beaufort smut

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LOVEE your tim fics🩷🩷 i keep coming back to read them again 🥹 if its okay can i ask if youre planning anything else for him?

Aww Thank you! That really means a lot! And it’s more than okay to ask! Eeeekkk I’m like obsessed with Tim so there’s so much I have planned for him. I try to hold myself back cause I don’t wanna be stingy and hog the tags >.<

Ahhh okay okay I’m just really excited! Right, so imma separate this into two categories Sfw & nsfw(Under cut)

WC- 800

Sfw:

Tim drake General hc’s: We’re sitting at 2.3k words for this so I’m tryna cut this down.

A couple of cute date fics: Sort of like “Go for a drive” and “Watching the sunset” Ex: Watching movies in the car (Drive up movie theater), Skateboarding, and slushies (Some graffiti) Gala shit, Maybe some sports stuff cause he’s low-key sporty (Multifacited this one, probably why I like him so much lol) Magic shenanigans while play their version of D&D (Kinda like that one Gravity falls episode, gotta bring in my witch boy Klarion) Mostly fluff

Another edition of ‘High Ramblings about Tim Drake’: I mean I typed it out and I figured I might as well post it- just general ideas on what DC can do with his character. Hypothetical story arcs, his position in Gotham, his age and alias, etc.

Father, there's something wrong with Timothy: Aftermath of Joker Junior, Mostly from Damian’s pov. This one is more of an Elseworlds au since I didn’t want it to be the Batman Beyond version. Anon requested the batfam’s reaction to his relapse so it’s canon adjacent? (Not an x reader) Thriller/Horror.

Executive Tim: Anon req. Yandere Tim Drake. He’s already got a killer migraine and Tam’s replacement already screwed up. Screwed up may be a bit harsh but with the week he’s had he wasn’t feeling quite charitable. The mix-up with one of their outside distributors has Tim calling different vendors. Multiple calls later and he swears if he gets transferred to a different department one more goddamn time he’s going to- “Hello you’ve reached (Your name) how can I help you?” - Employee poaching lol, Unhealthy power dynamics, Gratuitous abuse of power.

Around the world: Series in no particular order. I hc that he’s learned to make the most of his time with his partner. (Past relationships failing due to not spending any time together) So even if you're not a vigilante he takes you with him on missions if you're also free and down. Needs to do a stakeout? Going undercover? Trailing a suspect? Or just general boots to the ground investigating? He’s asking if you’d like to tag along. However, anything that involves him in the mask or anything that involves physical combat is off the table. You walk into his apartment and see Tim's bitchy face and he just asks you “You wanna go to Switzerland?”

Old friend: Some call it being at the wrong place at the wrong time others prefer to call it fate. Honestly, he never pondered fatalism. But the joker was dead and there were no leads. Whoever had done it didn't leave anything behind nor did they announce it. It had to be fate. After all, this was the kind of death the psychotic clown would have despised. It’s been two weeks and the blame game had already been played. Solid alibis. He was told not to investigate. So he was in some dingy laundromat with Ives; catching up with old friends to curb his need to investigate. But he recognized the employee refilling the quarters “(Name?)” - Mystery, suggestive themes, smoking, gang affiliations, Hypocrite Tim Drake

Not your typical office romance: Multi-chapter, your company sends you as part of a team to initiate building reforms in Gotham. As a result, your introduced to your new colleague for this project Tim Drake from Wayne’s R&D department. You're eager to get to work, but your flakey coworker is halting progress. Your polite facade comes crumbling down due to massive misunderstandings. Lots of antagonism, Bitchy Reader

Nsfw:

Escalation 2: This one is mostly done just need to edit. You found a way to play off not seeing the snap but my boy is shameless. And you may have started something you'll lose at.... There is now a part three in the works..... Fml but fucking screaming at how much it well escalates 😆

Deal with the devil: Dark! Tim drake (Borderline Yandere) Hmm. This one is fucked; He should have left you to your fate. You knew better than to go investigate that cave alone but that’s just who you were, reckless, fickle, unburdened, hardheaded. He didn’t know whether he hated you or if he was just deeply envious. But even so, he couldn’t just leave you alone, not when you actually used the emergency beacon he gave you. Not when you actually kept it. He should have expected that it was Ra’s Al Ghul’s doing, he should have ignored his words, he should have but a snake seduced Eve in the Garden of Eden, and wasn’t Ra’s a devil?

Five minutes: Oral fixation reader, Tim’s playing Apex (Octane or Horizon main) with some old friends but you really need him in your mouth. Subspace. Why Apex? Because everything I know about it has been involuntary.

Vacation: Sort of a spin-off of Across the World. This series involves trips around the states and the world. He’s a vigilante but he’s also a very public figure that still needs to attend certain social events. Ex: Ski trips(This one* mhm), Weekend Conferences, or just a vacation. (Cases might align with an event)

Indecent: You come up to his office while he’s busy. But you came up looking too distracting how on earth is he supposed to concentrate? Spoiler he doesn’t. (SneakPeek)

Boudoir pics: Cute flirty pictures of each other that's what this was supposed to be.

Impatient: The fact that your boyfriend could so easily hold you down was very hot. But you're so over it, if he didn't stop teasing you were going to die! Tim x M. Reader

Lastly: he has like two days in the upcoming kinktober event. Maybe an add to possibility ft Poison Ivy

A/N: My undiagnosed ADHD won’t let me write things in order so that’s the reason why most of my stuff takes a while and/or sits in my drafts for ages (Ex: I have Bruce Hc’s that have been done for weeks…) Also, thanks for the ask! I had all of these all over the place this def helped me organize it all.

#Oooh I can use this as a masterlist too #uh random bullshit go!#tim drake x reader #Special sorry to ya who follow me for my bnha stuff most of your asks are outlined T.T

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yuikomorii · 1 year ago

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Which diaboys do u think is the most insecure, self-doubting? (Can you rank them perhaps)

// Since each character has a unique story and coping mechanism, I doubt I could rank them all on, but I believe Subaru, Ayato, Laito, Reiji, Ruki, and Azusa are the most insecure.

Subaru fundamentally despises himself because of Christa's bipolarity, which caused her to call him filthy, ugly, and a monster since he resembled Karlheinz. As a result, Subaru believed that no one would ever show kindness to a person like him.

Ayato’s self-esteem is so low that in MB it was confirmed that he refused to fall in love, because he thought nobody would ever love him back. In LE, it’s also confirmed that Ayato thinks of himself as the least special person in the household.

Laito is an insecure mess who wishes he were a better person. He envies Ayato's purity of heart and uprightness to the point of wanting to murder him when he was younger. He puts on a cheerful and perverted façade in order to prevent any negative emotions.

Despite his confident demeanour, Reiji suffered from a severe inferiority complex. Because Beatrix didn't pay as much attention to him as she did to Shu, he began to believe that Shu was the superior sibling, which made Reiji hate him.

I guess everyone already knows that Ruki was really insecure for not being able to become Adam.

Azusa used to feel weak and useless due to losing his arm and wanted to do anything so as to be of help.

However, let’s see if things got solved~.

Subaru: Found love, made new friends, and realised that people care about him. He's far from confident now, but he's getting better.

Ayato: Found love but got even more insecure. At least he’s positive?

Laito: Found love but his scars are too deep to be healed, so he’s still really insecure.

Reiji: Found love, the Reiji-Shu-Yuma conflict was wrapped and things turned out well, which means that he’s doing better.

Ruki: Found love and realized that the Adam plan is not important, given that Karl accepted Eve dating him too.

Azusa: Found love and discovered that he is significant and capable of accomplishing things even with only one arm. He also obtained a prosthesis.

#admin #(I was also thinking about Shin and Kanato but hmmm)

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miraculouslbcnreactions · 3 months ago

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What do you say about 2 most despised characters in the fandom: Andre the Ice Cream Man and Thomas’s self-insert?

Are they the most despised characters? I feel like that honor goes to more prevalent characters like Gabriel, Lila, or André Bourgeois, but I could be wrong. Either way, my thoughts on the two you asked about are as follows:

Andre the Ice Cream Man

Andre reminds me of the weeping angels from Dr. Who. Great - or in this case fine - initial concept, but the more they show up, the less sense they make because the rules keep changing.

If we go by his initial appearance, then he's just some guy who can magically sense who you're supposed to be with and who gives you ice cream to point you to them. That's a cute concept for a rom-com. I can even accept him getting akumatized when he first shows up because, if you're a magical match maker who delights in love, then it makes sense that you'd be sad to see someone giving up on love even if it's just a teenager being dramatic. Those feelings are still quite real plus this show is aimed at little kids. They're going to view Marinette's heartbreak more seriously than an adult audience.

Unfortunately, every subsequent appearance ruins the initial setup by changing Andre's rules, turning him into a pretty obnoxious character. If he can sense perfect matches, then why does Marichat set him off? Shouldn't he be able to sense that this is a perfect match? And why didn't Adrigami set him off in the season three final? They got ice cream without him throwing a fit while Marichat was refused service once and caused an akumatization another time! That makes no sense. Does this man sense true matches or just support whatever couple comes to see him? And what happened to the whole, "anyone who eats his ice cream together stays together forever" thing? Consistency matters, people! Pick a lane! Obnoxious shipper who can't take a hint or true magical match maker. Which is he?

Based on his initial appearance and rules, Andre should be the only person in Paris who knows the truth of the square right from the start. If they'd done that, then he could have been a fun character that was used to subtly push the square together and give them an odd feeling of hope in dark moments where their love is wavering. After all, who doesn't love ice cream when nursing a broken heart? It could have been a cute running gag where Andre shows up with ice cream every time a part of the square is moping. Instead we get whatever nonsense canon is doing with him because even the super minor characters suffer from how wildly inconsistent canon is.

I'll end the Andre discussion by saying that I'm not sure if I'll ever forgive the writers for having Andre be the one to out Marinette's crush on Adrien. Five seasons of waiting and that's it? That's the big reveal? You are not getting me hyped for the actual big reveal, guys. Between this and the what-if episodes always making someone look terrible, my feelings about the eventual square reveal are basically just low-key dread. Thank goodness there are so many solid reveals in the fandom to give me the satisfaction I crave!

Thomas’s self-insert

Confession time, I didn't know that this was a self-insert when I watched this episode. I thought that Thomas' character was just a gag about how most people don't really know what directors do because that is certainly a thing. The fine details of individual roles in the entertainment industry are kind of nebulous to industry outsiders. We can see this in the fact that people often attribute way too much power to individuals and ignore how many people are involved in making movies and TV shows.

One of my favorite stories about this is the fact that a Star Trek writer had his episode win a Hugo only for him to completely disavow the episode because they changed his script so much after he turned it in. This is not a unique story, btw. Stuff like this happens all the time. It's why I've mentioned that I use "writers" as a bit of a catch-all term for "anyone who effects the story telling" for simplicity's sake. Though I will note that, outside of season one, every season of Miraculous was written by a team. Members of that team are then credited as directors, so these guys have a lot more powers than the guy who won the Hugo. The guy who won the Hugo won it because Star Trek was apparently being run like Miraculous was in season one when the show was written by a bunch of different writers who just sold scripts for individual episode and those scripts then got worked into a final version by a smaller core team. Film is a complicated industry like that.

Anyway, back to the character question!

I now know that this was a self-inset, but it doesn't really change my initial feelings about the episode. All of the problems come from Marinette's writing, not Thomas' self-insert character. I'm actually not sure why his character gets so much hate. As far as bad self-inserts go, it was pretty tame. I'm not sure if I'd even call it bad. Thomas wasn't painted as a god or anything like that. He was the butt of a running joke that I didn't find very funny, but I do think that it indicates a level of humility to let your self-insert be seen as less than perfect. He doesn't even take credit for being both a writer and a director:

Jagged: Ladybug is one of my best buds! I can't wait to see her movie! Thomas: Well I'm— I'm the director, so actually it's more my movie, so to speak. Jagged: Oh, so you're the one who created the story? Thomas: Well, technically the screen writers wrote the story, inspired by Ladybug's exploits. Jagged: Oh, ok. So you did all the drawings? Thomas: No, no. The animators do all the drawings. Jagged: So what do you do then? Thomas: Well I—

Now that I know that this character is a self-insert, also I find this moment at the end a lot more cute:

Thomas:(after seeing the conversation) You know what. Take my seat and enjoy the movie. I've seen it ten times or more. What matters the most for the movie is to be seen by people who really want to see it right? Marinette: (stutters) But... I-I... Uh... But... Thomas: Sorry, I guess you don't know who I am either Marinette: Of course do. You're Thomas Astruc the movie director! (hugs him) Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! Thomas: She recognized me. Somebody actually recognized me! (wipes away tears) This is the best day of my life!

I may not like major elements of this dude's show, but I really don't see this as an ego trip. I see it as a nice moment between creator and creation, possibly because I got to view the episode without any biases when I first watched it. I'm not sure if knowing the full story would have changed my read, though, because I really do think that it's fine for writers and directors to put themselves in minor roles in their creation. You have to come up with so many characters for a story like this, why not let a random akuma be based on you?

To give you a little perspective, the head writers of the show RWBY both voice characters in the show. Once again, I have no problem with that, especially since RWBY didn't have the massive budget you need in order to hire a bunch of voice actors. The thing that I do judge them for is the fact that both of their characters get unnecessary romance plots with major characters. One of the writer's characters - a guy named Jaune - even gets an obnoxious amount of screen time to the point where he feels like more of a main character than some of the actual main characters.

This whole video analyzing that show is excellent and may be worth a watch even if you've never watched RWBY because it plays with some of the same general genres as Miraculous and suffers from some similar writing problems, but I'll give you two specific time links to parts that talk about the self-insert problem so that you can see what I mean if you'd like a little more context:

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The RWBY issue is the kind of setup where finding out that it's an author self-insert makes me uncomfortable. These two characters have some pretty clear writing problems, so learning that they're also self-inserts? Not a great look. It makes it feel like the writers were prioritizing their self-insert characters over telling a good story. That's not what we got in Miraculous so Thomas' character seriously doesn't phase me. I doubt it would phase most salters if the overall show was actually good.

#unbelievablesupercooloutrageous #ml writing critical #ml writing salt #ml fandom critical #ml fandom salt #this is another one where I'm not sure if the last two tags count but let's play it safe

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charliekomori · 3 months ago

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Dark before dawn.

Chapter 1. Fake Divine.

"Destroying my faith No I won't fight in your games Destroying my faith And I don't wanna play it again"

Summary: Cast away from an eden of light, an angel with crooked wings crawls out from his own blood, fallen and broken in this new world.

Characters: Ruki Mukami, gn! reader.

Tags/warnings: fallen angel AU, blood, first meetings, series.

Author's note: This is an AU in which Ruki is a fallen angel. I've been thinking about this idea since his More Blood route and I wanted to write it. I intend to make it a series, I hope you enjoy <3 I made a playlist for this specific AU as well. You can listen to it here.

An unfamiliar sensation shoots through the being’s body.

In fact, man would be a more correct word to describe him, now that he’s been stripped of all divinity.

Decaying wings scrape against the concrete as he tries to move.

Is this what they call pain?

Is this feeling akin to flesh and bone being ripped apart what they call ache?

He tries to flap his wings, or what remains of them; once, pristine white feathers cascaded, soaring above clouds of light.

Now, ashen branches seem to span from his scarred back, a cruel reminder of an eternity denied.

Glazed steely eyes direct skyward.

His sight is met with a vast nothingness.

How long has it passed since he fell?

It certainly does feel like an eternity, yet it can’t have been more than a couple days, at most.

He should get moving. In his current state, it is not wise to linger in the same place for too long.

Dirt scratches against his palms when he tries to stand.

For someone of seraphic blood to have to crawl through the ground… This is ridiculous.

The fallen angel clenches his teeth, an expression befitting more of a demon contorting his face.

Then,

“Hey, are you okay?”

Dark icy eyes focus on a figure standing a few feet away from him.

Tsk, to have to look at someone when he is the one standing below them… Outrageous.

At first he doesn’t reply, giving the stranger a nasty look.

He despises hypocrisy, and especially those who pity him, after all.

So how dare a mere human ask if he is okay?

How dare such a lowly being have the nerve to even fathom the idea that he needs help.

The broken angel finally stands up, crooked wings sprouting from his back, his energy too low to even hide them.

“Wait!” They call after him. Rushed footsteps follow. “You’re bleeding!”

The dark haired man barks a laugh. He’s got wings on his back in plain sight and this person is worried about him bleeding.

He notices the concern etched on the human’s eyes, their serious expression unwavering.

“Are you sure you can go on like that?” They ask.

’Yes.’ The halo-less angel thinks. That is what he’s always done after all. Take everything for granted, never walking side by side with others and never acknowledging their help.

He takes another step forward. Or tries to, at least.

The next thing he knows, the world is tilting sideways and disappearing before the absolute darkness of his sight.

—

Coppery light floods the back of his eyelids as he tries to open his eyes.

Sluggishly, he takes in his surroundings.

He doesn’t recognize them as the street he was wandering a while earlier.

“You’ve awoken, I see.”

Now, that voice he’s heard before.

That annoying human is sitting in front of him, an enigmatic smile on their face.

What’s with them and that look of… kindness? in their eyes? He can’t stand it.

The angel quickly sits up, before pain in sharp waves shoots through his back.

“Easy there, you don’t want to reopen them.” The human gives a slight nod, eyes meaningfully glancing in his back’s direction.

Fresh bandages cover the fallen’s back, loose enough that his crooked wings can still move freely.

The irony of it, when he knows he’ll never fly again.

“What gave you the right to bring me here or tend to my wounds?” The dark angel juts his chin upwards, tone haughty.

You raise a brow, crossing your legs from your perch in the chair opposite from the couch he lies in.

The man’s lofty tone surely is in contradiction with his bruised body. But when you notice his movements, and the way he carries himself… They do certainly hold an elegance you can’t quite place.

“Would you have rather bled yourself out to death?”

“I don’t need your pity or you trying to get in my good graces.”

“So, is it just a normal occurrence for you to see someone suffering in front of you and doing nothing?”

’Suffering?’ The angel snorts.

What do you even know about what that feels like?

“You are so pretentious.” He remarks.

“Says the one who insisted he was fine when he literally collapsed on the street.” You cross your arms, leaning forward with a knowing smirk.

He really can’t stand you.

“What’s your name, by the way?” You ask.

He hesitates for a moment, then he supposes it’s fine to tell you, since you are so insistent, maybe you’ll leave him in peace if he answers.

“Ruki.”

You offer him a softer smile, introducing yourself too.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Ruki.”

However, the only pleasing interaction you’ve had since he woke up is short lived.

“Well, if you'll excuse me, i have places to be now.” The man who introduced himself as Ruki states, pushing the blanket covering him away.

“Places to be?” You echo, a skeptical smile curving your lips. “Where exactly? The ground of some back alley?” You retort, snorting. “Listen, you literally collapsed from blood loss. Do you honestly expect me to believe you are in any condition to be safe out there in your current state?”

Arguably, no.

If Ruki were to be honest with himself and come to terms with all the feelings he keeps locked inside his iron encased heart, he definitely won’t be okay at all out there.

“And how, pray tell, is that any of your business?” But perhaps being dishonest with himself was one of his very few flaws.

“Well, aren't you stubborn?” You sigh. Your expression softens, gentleness returning to your tone. “Stay the night. Give time for your wounds to at least stop bleeding, have a proper meal and stuff.”

Those stormy eyes of his hold your gaze.

Maybe you hadn’t realized how deep and beautiful they were up until now.

“Fine. One night.” The angel grumbles.

A satisfied grin tugs at your lips as you get up to prepare some snacks.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ruki mukami #diabolik lovers x reader #diabolik lovers headcanons #diabolik lovers fanfiction #ruki mukami x reader #mukami ruki #diabolik boys #diaboys

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 10 months ago

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I don’t know if you’ve been asked this but I wanted to ask your opinion on something regarding Fellow Honest and Gidel.

So, we know that at the end of the “Stage in Playful Land” event, Kalim pretty much offers Fellow a spot as a student in NRC, but Fellow declines citing that he doesn’t want to go to a school with a bunch of brats AND he wants to make his own school that admits low magic users and non magic users.

I think this fits him perfectly and I won’t say that it’s dissatisfying for Fellow and Gidel’s story to end this way, but do you think that - had the events been more intertwined with the main story - Fellow could’ve potentially started going to NRC at some point? Like do you think it would make sense for him to both want to create this school AND prepare himself via getting a proper education?

The ending was so fitting for the type of person Fellow is and what he dreams of accomplishing. He’s trying to carve out his own path in the world with Gidel at his side! There’s both a bittersweetness and hope in that kind of a finale.

Now, to the question. This may sound a little cynical (please stick with me for a moment!!) 💦 but I don’t think studying at Night Raven College would help Fellow in opening his own school. Of course, getting an education is important—however, I firmly believe that NRC is not the right place for Fellow to get that education. (This won’t stop TWST from probably making a playable Fellow card for Halloween 2024 though, I suspect that it’ll be a temporary or non-main story canon situation like Rollo.)

The first hurdle to overcome is actually convincing Fellow to enroll. I don’t believe him turning down Kalim’s invite was just for convenience or to keep event characters separate from the main story; it genuinely makes more sense for his character to not want to go right back into the system he despises, the system that tossed him out to begin with. He has not only distrust in the elite (and literally just came out of a hard situation where the elite controlled him), but too much pride in himself to allow for that. Another issue is that even if it is Kalim extending the offer, he actually has little say in whether or not Crowley will let Fellow in. (I’m not counting monetary bribes here yet because that’s an unfair advantage for Kalim to get literally anyone in.) If we’re being pragmatic, Kalim is oversimplifying the solution to Fellow’s issues, just the same as Kalim offering an overly simple solution for Jamil’s woes in book 4. We have no idea how realistic this enrollment would be for Fellow.

Assuming Fellow is convinced to give it a shot and does get into NRC courtesy of a large donation from the Asims… then what? Sure, Fellow does stand to gain from an affiliation with NRC but that's pretty much ONLY if he manages to earn that coveted diploma and formally graduates. Many of the classes beyond year 1 demand a substantial amount of magic in order to complete the coursework. Fellow canonically does not have a ton of magic to spare, so it's doubtful whether or not he would be able to pass those classes or make it to fourth year internships (which is when you can really take advantage of NRC's connections in various industries). It's a similar situation as Yuu, who has no magic at all and wouldn't be able to even participate in the higher level courses without Grim doing all the magical tasks for them. We know it's very possible to drop out of these magic schools (as Riddle references that no student has dropped out since he took on the role of dorm leader + a NPC in book 5 is stated to be a magic school dropout). Who's to say this wouldn't be Fellow's fate if he can't handle the magic curriculum? Yes, he can certainly give it a try if he wants to and his efforts shouldn't be insulted. However, the fact of the matter is that he most likely would not be able to physically keep up with his peers (through admittedly no fault of his own, it's not like he can control his genetic makeup).

Another thing is, what exactly does NRC have to offer Fellow that would actually help him with getting the knowledge to set up his own school? NRC is meant to specifically train mages (and mainly for jobs which demand magical capabilities). Fellow wants to establish his own school, which in of itself does not require a magic degree or any sort of magic education. Furthermore, he details that his school would admit non and low magic users, and will focus on teaching "true life lessons". None of this inherently requires any knowledge or training in magic, which, again, is NRC's specialty. The only practical skills classes that NRC offers seem to be electives like Culinary Crucibles/Master Chef (which, conveniently, do not require magic), and those can be learned anywhere, not exclusively at NRC. I guess my question would be... What is the point of Fellow studying at NRC if he 1) would have a hard time with the magic demands of several classes, 2) most of what NRC teaches is not applicable to his long-term goals, and 3) he could easily learn the practical skills he values so much elsewhere? It's a time sink that doesn't benefit him as much as he needs it to.

If Fellow wants to attend school or to get the knowledge he needs to set up his own learning institution, I think he should ideally pick a mixed public school that does not have a focus on magic. Plenty of those must exist to accommodate the 90% human population without magic. NRC is a restrictive environment mainly composed of the upper echelon and the gifted, and is thus the antithesis of what Fellow seeks to create. Public schools are overall more accessible and offer a more diverse population which Fellow can for sure learn from. It would also be useful as there may be low magic users (that aren't strong enough to qualify for magic schools) mixed in with non-magic users. Fellow could hit up his exact target demographic and mingle with them, get to familiarize himself with their wants and needs, etc. At the same time, he would be theoretically pursuing a specialized degree in education or whatever it is he would need to establish his own school and become an educator himself. That route makes a lot more sense to me than just lumping Fellow in at NRC because that happens to be where all the other major characters go.

Again, it's definitely possible for Fellow to get an education while having his dream. (That's also the case for lots of us fans that go to school while also having our own hobbies and personal goals on the side!) The issue is that I don't see Fellow "fitting in" or learning well at any magic school, especially not one as privatized as NRC is.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Fellow Honest #Riddle Rosehearts #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #spoilers #question #notes from the writing raven #Gidel #Kalim Al-Asim #Dire Crowley #Yuu #Grim #Jamil Viper #Scarabia #Gino #Ernesto Foulworth

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justanotherblogger · 10 months ago

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Random Rambles And Theories About Alastor Go!

Ok, so right now I am on a high with all the recent Alastor lore we've been blessed with in Hazbin Hotel, and this little murderer has been occupying my mind 24/7. I really need to get all my theories and rambles out that I don't see a lot of people talking about.

(BTW, before my ramble, I have seen many places say he was mixed race as a human, but if I am wrong, please let me know, because this delves deep into that with his human life.)

(Also be warned for a bit of gore/violence and that this thing is kind of long)

Now let's begin!

I'll start with the most talked about theory with Alastor: his connections with Lilith and why he reacted the way he did with Lucifer

The show has given us what many people think are hints to this with both of them gone for 7 years, the slight eye twitch in the pilot when he looked at liliths portrait, Alastor showing up right after Charlie finished voicmailing her mom also in the pilot, how he knew about Charlie's Daddy Issues before she seemed to have told anyone, the leash comment from Husker, and how Alastor reacted to Lucifer.

Now, all of these could be chalked up to Alastor having some sort of nice relations to Lilith, but some of these are a bit too far stretched to just be because he has interacted nicely with Lilith in my eyes.

I have seen many people talk about how Alastor must have gotten a bad impression of Lucifer because either him and Lilith are besties and talk crap about him after the split, or he listened to her complaints about him and got an impression off of that to dislike him this much right off the bat in episode 5.

But I don't think that's it. We see how badly Alastor reacted to the leash comment by Husker, which definitely isn't a good sign that he would even trust the words of whoever is holding that 'leash' against him. He seemed pushed over the edge, vulnerable enough to lash out, which is unlike himself. Whatever deal he made for his soul, was most likely under threat, a life or death choice.

This is why I think he despises (most likely) Lilith or whoever has that 'leash' on him. He lashes out, sensitive about the subject. After gaining so much power over the overlords, he suddenly gets toppled over again by someone of (most likely) higher status, being forced into an unwilling contract, now just another pawn that this demon(?) can use for their own desires, and he doesn't want to be that, he needs to make his own decisions. But he doesn't have any say in the matter.

So I think why he was mocking and teasing Lucifer so much was because of his connection with Lilith. Everyone knew how deeply in love they were (before they split) and how they are both the most powerful demons in hell. I think Alastor took a chance to use his pent up anger on Lucifer, trying to get him to hurt as much as he can because of what Lilith did, all the while Lucifer cant do anything too serious leat he upset Charlie. We know he is extremely petty, after all. (we can also see him (most likely) letting off some steam when devouring the loan sharks, with him getting unnecessarily big and just letting loose on a couple of low-tier goons)

I saw another person talk about how Alastor has no power over Lucifer/Lilith, no political power, and he can't beat them in games of wits either. But the one thing that he does have the upper hand on, is their daughter, and I completely agree with that.

Alastor has been there since the beginning, has helped Charlie out and talked with her more than her own Parents had in the last couple of years probably. He's seen how attached the parents are to Charlie, and decided to use that info in full force. Just look at the Lucifer/Alastor duet.

Now that we have my theories of the life and death contract with Lilith, let's go deep into what I think is Alastors character right now:

Alastor, a mixed child in the early 1900's most likely had it really rough. With being treated as less than from both sides for being to dark/light to the violence that he most likely had to endure during his childhood.

This could have been where his anger/obsessive resentment started to simmer up in sporadic bursts over the years and years of belittlement, abuse, and racism.

Like I said before, he was probably treated as less than human for his mixed skin, and Alastor most likely started to hate it. His skin, the people, everything seemed so wrong. Why should the people who beat him and his mother see them so vulnerable and weak. He decided he didn't like that anymore.

So the radio show started. I got this idea from when he said his face was only made for radio. Over the radio, no one ever knew what you looked like. Just your voice would be broadcasted, and no one would ever see who was really behind the microphone unless they stepped out. This seemed like a barrier to Alastor. Letting himself go with no worries about letting people see him vulnerable behind his broadcast. (Maybe that's why he hates TV and modern tech so much; people can see everything about you)

And when his radio show became a hit and people wanted pictures and news? What would protect him then? Simple: his unwavering smile. Reactions are what people want when they crush others. They want to see them wallow and beg cry from what they have done. But Alastor won't let anyone do that to him ever again.

He stands his guard, not letting any comments get to him, keeping charming smile and unwavering voice all throughout his career as a radio host. Keep the smile up, dont have your voice crack, never show weakness. If you stop, those that wait will sink their teeth in and never let go of you. That's what I think a part of his mentality is and is maybe a part of why his smile is stitched on in his demonic form.

Now onto why I think he's a serial killer/cannibal. Remember when I said he had lots of unchecked anger and obsessive resentment? All this now simmering even more while being pushed down by his persona?

This is when he'll break loose.

He usually goes for the ones with the least amount of defense: drunkards/ bar frequenters. I though of this when Mimzy said he used to always come to the bar she was performing at and how he could drink like a sailor.

He might've drank with people to let their guard down in addition to his non-threatening charm, and he probably built a tolerance to be at least a bit sober when the others are full out drunk so he can easily transport and kill them.

He probably enjoys killing/eating his victims because a) it shows how he has power now. How he isn't a helpless victim anymore and he's finally in control of his life or b) where he likes seeing privileged people beaten and bruised for once, the gratification of seeing someone taste their own medicine by his own hand, like revenge, even if that person hadn't been necessarily bad towards him.

His death ro me is the same that everyone else thinks, where he's burying some victims body and gets mistaken for a deer, then shot straight between the eyes. What I do think a bit differently is that he was chased by hunting dogs first, which alerted the hunter for him to get shot, which then led to his fear of dogs.

Then he was finally free to do anything. Hell had no limits, he didn't have to hide his carnage anymore. But now that smile he wore was engraved into his face, almost making it impossible to frown. But that didn't matter. Not right now. Alastor has so many emotions bubbling up that he just wanted blood to be on his hands.

And then he slaughtered the overlords and took their souls within weeks ( maybe months, idk how quick he killed them, but ima go with weeks), broadcasting it over the radio to show everyone what he's been up to.

Alastor had kept this routine for a couple of decades, occasionally getting a guest star on his broadcast by those who he seems fit.

But maybe he had become too cocky with this power high, as he had been attacked by holy weaponry right before the extermination he dealth with most of them, but a shot did make it into his shoulder, causing him to collapse in pain, unable to move. (a bit simple, but I imagine him getting badly hurt by angels/angelic weaponry to lethal levels and Lilith decides to save him)

He fought hard when the angels arrived, of course, but he could only go so far in being this injured. So when he was about to get stabbed in the chest by a holy spear, he was already tired and almost accepted his fate, before being pulled somewhere by Lilith herself.

This is where Lilith offers a beat and broken Alastor a one time deal: become her servant or she'll throw him back to the exterminators herself. And in a situation like this, there's usually only one option you can really take.

And so he was a ghost, leaving everything he had behind. His power, his respect, his freedom...

Now Alastor had become a pawn again. A tool useful for the right situations, and just a toy to be played with by Lilith. This is exactly what he didn't want from his human life. The humility, the disregard, treating him as some sort of street animal, no matter what he did.

And now she orders him to guard her daughters hotel, giving him back a piece of his power to protect the hotel.

Alastor had hated Charlie for how she misused her amazing power for something like redemption.

Alastor hated Lucifer, for having all that power, being the strongest demon in hell, yet taking it for granted while mocking him about his choices.

And Alastor hated Lilith, for trapping him again, and renewing his endless cycle of suffering.

So those are my thoughts about Alastor. I think you can tell he's my favorite. I just love his powers and lore.

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Why All This Music? - The Millie and Brady Cut

a/n: if you’re new here, this can be read on its own or as a companion piece to my multi-chapter fic (rosie x oc) ‘why all this music?’ but be warned that millie and brady are side characters in that one!!

if you’re not new here, hi!! i’ve missed you guys!! absolutely no one asked for this but i thought it was time for millie and brady to finally have their moment. if you ever wondered what, exactly, transpired between these two idiots when they were sneaking around in the bg of watm then you're in luck, because here's a snippet!! hope you loveee <3

Millie was scowling. So much so, in fact, that the muscles in her face were starting to ache. Her eyes were narrowed and her teeth were clenched, her eyebrows perched low over her eyes. Her hands were grasping fistfulls of her skirt in her lap. “Bastard,” she muttered, and there was no way he could hear, but from across the room John Brady smiled, as though sensing her displeasure.

That only made her scowl harder.

Across the table from her, with her back turned to the subject of Millie’s wrath, Jem was tipping her empty glass back into her mouth, trying to lap up the lingering droplets of beer.

Millie paid her no mind, her attention firmly elsewhere.

The band finished playing their song and there was a brief spell of quiet in the interim. Chatter seemed to become louder now that there was nothing to shout over, the sound of feet shuffling on the dance floor awkward as it became audible. John Brady, his saxophone lowered during the pause, was smirking at one of the female ATA pilots standing by the bar, the nicer one who had a bit of a reputation as a heartbreaker. Her name was Alice, Millie recalled, and she was pretty. Not as pretty as her friend, the only other female ATA pilot who had her own reputation for being a live wire, equally as likely to bite as she was to play fetch, but pretty in a softer, girl-next-door kind of way. Pretty enough that she didn’t ever seem to find it all too difficult to secure herself a dance partner whenever she so desired. And today, apparently, she so desired John Brady.

“Bastard,” Millie muttered again.

Millie had never spoken to Alice other than over the radio when she was ferrying but suddenly she despised her. She didn’t altogether know why. It was none of her business who John Brady did or did not choose to entertain. She didn’t even like the man, more to the point, so it should have amused her that Alice-of-the-ATA was about to take him to bed and then break his heart. But it didn’t amuse her. It infuriated her. Almost as much as that stupid smirk on his face and his stupid hair and his stupid saxophone. Who played the saxophone these days anyway?

“Idiot,” Millie said out loud.

“Sorry?” Freddie asked as she set two pints of beer and a glass of wine onto the table, having just returned from the bar.

When Millie glanced up she found Freddie frowning and realised with a start that Freddie thought she was the idiot.

“No,” Millie said quickly, “not you, Fred. Him.” She gestured with her head towards the band but Freddie didn’t need specifics, as soon as she glanced in that general direction she knew exactly who Millie meant.

“What’s he done now?” she asked, eyebrows furrowed as she returned to her seat between Millie and Jem.

“It’s not what he’s done,” Millie replied, her lips twisting back into a frown as her eyes returned to Brady, “it’s what he is. And what he is is an idiot.”

“And a bastard,” Jem added helpfully as she set her empty glass down and reached for the fresh one. “At least, that’s what Mils has been muttering to herself for the better part of twenty minutes so I’m assuming she means Brady and not me.”

“He is a bastard,” Millie defended herself. “Earlier he sought me out to tell me my instructions on the radio weren’t clear enough. I said if he was a decent pilot to start with he wouldn’t need such specific guidance. My job isn’t to mother him down the runway. But he told me my instructions are lazy. He said he’s always irritated when he gets me on the radio before a mission.”

Freddie snorted into a sip from her glass of white wine.

Millie cut her eyes at her. “What?” she snapped.

Freddie was grinning. “The two of you are both as childish as each other.” She shrugged, her eyes dancing. “He’s glaring at you right now, just so you know.”

“Thought he was too busy smirking at that fucking ATA pilot,” Millie all but growled.

“Who?” Freddie asked. “Finley?”

“Alice,” Jem corrected. “She’s got her eye on Brady tonight.”

“Right,” Freddie said. She and Jem exchanged a meaningful glance which served only to infuriate Millie.

“What?” she demanded.

Jem snickered but took a long gulp of beer to avoid having to reply.

Freddie simply shrugged. “Nothing.”

Millie turned her eyes back on Brady and, sure enough, he had one of his maddening scowls on his face. His eyes on her were narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed, his lips twisted unpleasantly downwards.

Millie scowled right back at him and raised her middle finger in his direction. Before he could similarly swear at her, she turned away and gulped down half of her beer in one go. “I want to dance,” she declared, setting down her glass. She planted her hands on the table and pushed herself up to standing. “Where’s Benny?”

“In the corner by the bar with Meatball,” Freddie said without even having to look. She seemed to have developed some sort of sixth sense for always knowing where Meatball was at any given moment but it came in handy occasionally.

“Who’s he with?” Millie wondered.

“Ev and Dougie, last I checked.”

“Yep,” Jem confirmed, the only one of them who could see in that direction without having to turn around. “Just the three of them. Four if you count Meatball.”

“Always count Meatball,” Freddie said.

“Didn’t even know they were friends,” Millie remarked, but she took another big sip of beer and smoothed down her skirt nonetheless. “See you later,” she offered, then turned on her heel and made her way over to the aforementioned quartet without further comment.

Benny noticed her almost immediately and smiled. “Millie Harlow,” he greeted as she neared. He straightened out his posture and his uniform as he watched her approach.

“Benny DeMarco,” Millie returned with a smile. “Fancy a dance?”

“With you? Always.”

Millie laughed, holding out both of her hands towards him. “Such a gentleman,” she said. “Can’t you teach your friends to be more like you?”

Benny rolled his eyes jovially as he handed Meatball’s lead off to Blakely and placed both of his hands in Millie’s. “Don’t tell me you and Brady are at each other’s throats again,” he said, leading her towards the dance floor.

“Brady and I are always at each other’s throats, Benny,” Millie replied pleasantly. “You should know this by now. But tonight he’s royally pissing me off. So tell him to stop being a bastard at the next available opportunity, would you?”

Benny shook his head with a poorly concealed smirk but said nothing, turning as they came to a stop at the edge of the dance floor and getting the two of them into position.

Millie could feel Brady’s eyes on her the entire time she was dancing with Benny. He was supposed to be concentrating on his sheet music as he provided the sax to this upbeat jazzy tune, but every time Benny spun her she caught a glimpse of his eyes narrowed on her, his jaw hard and his jaw muscle pulsing.

Millie felt a thrill every time. Each part of her he set his eyes on became warm, as though he was laying his hands there. She was smirking to herself by the time the song came to an end because this was exactly what she’d wanted, but then the large majority of the band were dismissed in favour of those remaining playing a slow song, and then she was catching sight of Brady leading none other than Alice-of-the-ATA onto the dance floor. The two of them came to occupy the empty patch of floor right beside Millie and Benny. Because of course they did.

“Hi, Benny,” Brady greeted pleasantly as he drew Alice in close.

“Brady,” Benny greeted back. “Nice playing.”

“Thanks. Feeling inspired.”

Millie refused to look at him. She set her eyes on the pins on Benny’s collar, biting into the inside of her cheek.

“Benny, you know Alice, right? She’s a ferry pilot with the ATA.”

“We’ve met a few times,” Alice cut in. “But only briefly. You’re the one with the dog, right?”

“Yeah,” Benny confirmed. “Meatball. Won him in a game of craps.”

Alice laughed.

Millie tightened her hold on Benny and surreptitiously drew herself closer to him.

“You met Millie yet, Alice?” Benny asked next.

“We’ve been working here together for a while now,” Alice informed him with an audible smile. “Millie helps me take off and land over the radio sometimes.”

At this, Brady let out a low, sarcastic hiss. “Unfortunate. You wanna get Fred on the radio, really. Harlow, here, is a lazy wireless op.”

Finally, Millie looked up and met his eyes. Her smile was sour and venomous. “You know, Brady, you’re the only pilot I’ve ever spoken to who has ever had any complaints. Did you ever once stop to think that maybe you’re the problem?”

“Maybe I’m just the only one with the balls to say it to your face,” Brady fired back.

“Maybe you’re the only pilot who wasn’t able to safely ferry in his plane from pissing Greenland. Maybe you’re the only pilot who needs to be spoon fed landing instructions. Maybe you’re the only pilot who has a problem with me because you’re a shit pilot, Brady, did you ever stop to think about that?”

“Brave words from someone who spends more time flirting with everyone over the radio than delivering landing instructions.”

“Not that you’d know because I wouldn’t dare flirt with you.”

“Because you know you’d get rejected.”

“Because I’m not interested,” she corrected sharply.

Brady rolled his eyes. “You and I both know you’d be interested if I was interested.”

“You and I both know that you’re a fucking arsehole, John Brady. I wouldn’t go for you if you were the last man on earth, let alone willingly.”

“Such pretty language from a lady,” Brady mocked. “Yeah, you’re a real prize, Harlow.”

Millie opened her mouth to retort but Alice cut right across her, likely sensing that there was no end to this argument in sight. “Are we actually going to dance or are you two just going to argue while Benny and I stand here like lemons?”

Millie and Brady stared each other down for a few more seconds before Brady scoffed and stepped back from Alice. “Don’t feel like dancing anymore.”

“Me neither,” Millie growled.

“Wonderful. Benny, would you like to dance?” Alice asked.

“Love to,” Benny replied.

“Prick,” Millie ground out as she turned and passed Brady on her way off of the dancefloor.

“Heard that,” Brady taunted.

“You were supposed to,” Millie told him over her shoulder before making a beeline straight out of the officers’ club. After all that she needed a smoke.

Unfortunately, Brady wasn’t willing to let her off the hook. He came stomping out of the officers’ club right behind her, muttering under his breath all the while, and when Millie stopped to lean back against the outside wall of the club he took hold of her elbow and towed her behind him further away from the door.

“What the fuck, Brady?” she demanded, wrenching at her arm to free it from his grip. “Let go of me!”

“Stop acting like a brat, Harlow,” he fired back and kept on carting her with him. He led her into the darkness, walking in silence, until they ended up in the small alley between two buildings.

Now, Millie finally managed to tug her arm free. She was seething when he turned to her. “What the fuck?!” she demanded once more.

“What is your problem with me? Huh?” Brady asked. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving not with exertion but with frustration. His eyes were stormy as they glared down at her.

Standing this close, Millie became conscious for the first time of just how much she had to crane her neck back to meet his hard gaze.

“What is my problem with you?” she echoed with a scoff. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, Harlow, I am fucking serious. What’s your problem?”

“What’s your problem with me?!” Millie demanded of him right back. “You waited outside the tower for me just so you could insult me! You don’t do that with anyone else!”

“You were the first to insult me after my belly landing when I first got here. I didn’t even know you then!”

“I wasn’t insulting you -”

“Then what were you doing?!”

“Why were you listening to my conversation anyway?!”

“You were talking too goddamn loud to ignore it!”

“Well, I wasn’t insulting you! I just said I thought the crash landing was unfortunate,” Millie told him, tilting her chin up higher to assume an air of defiance. “Not that it’s any of your business, for the record.”

Brady’s eyes were still blazing. “You laughed after.”

Millie scoffed. “Oh, come on, Brady, your feelings are not that fragile.”

The set of Brady’s jaw was hard. “How are you and Fred such good friends? She’s so sweet to everyone and you’re -” He faltered.

“What?” Millie snapped. “What am I? Choose your words very carefully, John Brady, or I swear to god they’ll be the last you ever say.”

“You’re so fucking annoying,” he hissed.

“Oh, I’m annoying?!”

“Yeah! You are!”

“You’re worse than I am! I can’t do anything without you getting on my back about doing a bad job!”

“I can’t go anywhere without you staring at me!”

“I can’t dance with anyone without you interrupting me!”

He kissed her so suddenly and so fiercely that her back hit the wall. His hands on her jaw kept her close.

Millie’s hands were on his chest, relishing the racing of his heart beneath her palms, the hardness of the muscles of his chest. Her lips were feverish in their attempt to keep up with his.

When his hands descended to her waist, hers twined into his hair, twisting and tugging at the strands as his tongue slipped into her mouth. He pushed one of his legs between both of hers, pressing his knee up against her, and groaned into her mouth. The sound of it, the vibrations it sent into her own mouth, woke Millie up. She pushed him back, gasping for breath, and sputtered, “What the hell did you do that for?!”

Brady didn’t quite know where to look. His eyes flitted from her face to her hands to the wall on either side of her and down to his own hands, like he couldn’t believe where they’d just been. “Well, I -” He grasped frantically for words. “I just - I don’t know!” he finally decided.

Millie stared at him hard, her expression cold, before she lurched forwards in turn, wrenching fistfuls of his jacket towards her and pressing her lips firmly to his. They resumed their previous rhythm immediately, hot and fiery and insistent, passionate and desperate, tugging and pulling and pushing at each other, trying to get closer than it was possible to get.

That was, until Millie set both of her hands on his chest and gave him a push back as firm as it was sudden. “You’re stupid!” she accused, pointing one finger at him. With that, she turned and fled the scene, her footsteps rapid, leaving Brady panting and disoriented, utterly bewildered, in her wake.

Once safely back in her hut, Millie shut the door behind her and fell back against it, raising one shaking hand to press against her tingling lips. And, in spite of herself, she smiled, just at the memory of the feeling of his lips and the taste of his tongue and the smell of him, how it had been to feel his heart racing beneath her hands.

Her smile fell right off her face when she remembered who it was, exactly, that she was mooning over.

Once again she was scowling. “John Brady,” she hissed to herself, “you are on such thin fucking ice even a feather would send you under.”

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