#like i understand some of them being created and being ''brothers'' instantly

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Hiyaa there!! Can I pls request a scenario with Oscar. Reader never had her first kiss (and that makes her nervous) and they talk about it and he's being really patient and gentle with her like hugs her closer kisses her and it's really cute and fluffy😊 that would be adorable and it's so Oscar. Thank youu!!!

first kisses- o.piastri

summary: being jack wolff's nanny is a pretty sick gig, especially when your old friend is an f1 driver and is interested in you...

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! reader

part one part two part three

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23 with no romantic prospects probably should’ve made you feel worse about yourself than it actually did. Yes, you occasionally wondered what it would be like to have someone to love and cherish, but you knew it wasn’t exactly realistic. You were extremely busy, like, all the time. Being Jack Wolff’s live-in nanny was quite the chore, despite him being only one child. Don’t get me wrong, he was well-behaved and sweet, but he still had a packed schedule of going to F1 races every now and then. When he wasn’t spending his weekends in the Mercedes garage, he was busy spending them in his own garage. Jack was in the beginning stages of his karting career, and he was damn good at it too. He loved the rush of trying to go as fast as he possibly could through every corner, every chicane, every straight. When he took his helmet off after a race and ran straight to you, it was one of the best feelings in the world. You loved Jack like a little brother, he adored you like a second mother. 

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“Why did we have to get up so early?” he yawned as you walked through the Harry Reid airport, just after landing in Las Vegas. Due to the fact that Jack was two public figures’ son, you two always got the craziest flight times to avoid crowds. 

You smiled, picking him up and placing him on his suitcase so he could sit while you pushed him. “Because your mom and dad missed you,” you explain. “And they want to see you as soon as possible.”

“I could’ve waited a little longer,” he mumbled. 

“Das ist nicht nett,” (that is not nice) you chuckled. “They miss you, and you haven’t exactly been very good at texting them back.” 

“But we could’ve had a race this weekend,” he whined. 

“We do, you’re just not racing in it,” you smirked as he rolled his eyes. All 7 year olds really were sassy. 

“Do you want me to ask your dad if we can go to a track for a little bit of the weekend?” you offered after watching his sad face.

The frown on his lips instantly turned into a smile. “Yes please! You’re the best!” 

The kid knew how to play you, you’d give him that. 

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It was 7am when you finally got checked into the hotel, and it was finally time for Jack to go see his parents. As much as he pretended he didn’t, most nights than not he would sneak into your bed and ask you to call one of them, so much so that you’d just made a time where you called each of them so he could talk. He had been getting better at the whole ‘long distant parenting’ but it still hurt him sometimes. Sometimes, he just wanted his dad, but his dad was 3,500km away at a race where their car was a piece of shit. 

You knocked on the door of their hotel room and it immediately opened to reveal a very excited Susie. “Jack!” she cheered, picking him up in his arms and hugging him tight as he giggled. Toto wrapped his arms around the both of them as they all reunited. 

You 4 have breakfast together where you popped the question about going to a kart track at some point over the weekend and they begrudgingly agreed, upset that they’d miss out on precious ‘Jack time’, but understanding of his want for more track time all the same. You had agreed to join them in the garage for the morning though, since seeing everyone again was nice. 

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“God, I’ve created a monster,” Toto joked as you both sat and watched Susie showing Jack around the garage. 

You chuckled. Jack was obsessed with anything to do with cars. He loved his kart more than anything, and h e couldn’t wait to move up into single seaters. He also had a mechanical engineer as a nanny, which probably didn’t help all that much. “We’ve created a monster. I’m the one teaching him about tire temp and degradation,” you chuckled as Toto just put his head in his hands jokingly.

“How are you?” he turned to you. “Any news?”

“Nothing new, just Jack’s news, I guess,” you shrugged. To be honest, you loved your life. You loved nannying Jack, you loved living in Monaco, you loved being at a kart track every single weekend, but you knew that wasn’t the typical experience of every young adult. 

Toto squinted his eyes. “How are your friends?” 

“They’re good, we went over to London the other week to go see them, since Jack had a race there on the weekend,” you explained, knowing what Toto was trying to say. “Don’t worry about me, I’m taking care of myself just fine.” 

He nodded. “We worry about you too,” he shrugged. “You’re like another daughter to us, we want you to be happy.”

You smiled. “I am.”

“And any boyfriends-?”

“Shut up!” you playfully hit him to stop the awkward conversation that would follow. “Enough Toto.”

“What?” He feigned innocence. “I can’t be interested in your dating life?”

“Nope,” you shook your head. “No you can’t.” 

“Y/n!” Jack shouted as he ran over to you. “Can we go to the track now please?” 

You looked to Toto, who nodded, then off you went to go grab Jack’s things and get into the car. When you pulled up to the track and got him stretched and warmed up, you watched as he circled the track while Toto and Susie went over strategies for the weekend in the cafe of the place. Toto had booked it out for Jack (mostly so he or you wouldn’t get papped, but also because that’s how Jack likes tracks when he’s practising), or so you thought. About 40 minutes into you being there, half of the McLaren garage showed up in papaya, apparently ready to race.

“Hey Toto,” Zak smiled. “Jack’s looking fast out there.”

“Hi Zak, what’re you doing here?” 

“Racing,” he chuckled. 

“We’re supposed to have it booked out for the day,” Toto argued. 

You came in as the two men started getting heated (which didn’t take much) and pulled them away from each other as Susie went outside to keep an eye on Jack. “What’s the issue?”

“We have the track booked out, and they want to race,” Toto scoffed. 

“We also have the track booked out,” Zak explained. “Also hi Y/n, nice to see you.”

“Nice to see you too,” you smiled at him. “So just let Jack go until they’re done getting ready, they do a session, Jack does a session, and so on. We need to get out of here at 3 anyway, and you and Susie are leaving earlier.” 

They both pondered the deal, feeling rather stupid for not being able to compromise on their own. 

“Sounds fair,” they both said at the same time, then they went back to their respective groups. 

You went out to tell Jack, who agreed quickly, wanting to watch what the F1 drivers would do in a kart. You two watched at the sidelines as they went around the track, Jack literally taking notes beside you as you watched one kart only. Oscar Piastri. 

Oscar and you had been friends in boarding school, and you’d always had this inkling he liked you, but he never acted on it before you left school, so nothing ever came of it. You had definitely liked him back though. He was so nice to you, so sweet, so funny. He was just… Oscar. 

As Jack got back on track, Oscar came over to sit with you. “Hey,” He smiled. 

“Hi,” you smiled back, scooching over so there would be more space for him. On track was Jack v Lando, and Jack was winning. 

“How are you?” he asked. 

“I’m good, thanks, you?”

“Great,” he smiled. “It’s really nice to see you again.”

“It’s really nice to see you again.”

“I thought I’d seen you around the paddock but then I realised how strange that sounded so I just chalked it up to my imagination, which is an even weirder thing but, yeah. It’s nice to know you’re not just a figment of my imagination,” he chuckled, awkward and shy, just how you remember him. 

You laughed. “Yeah, not a figment of your imagination, just Jack’s nanny.” 

“Cool,” he nodded. “He’s a good driver.”

“He’s very good,” you agreed. “Every weekend we’re at tracks, it’s madness.”

“Where are you living now?” he asked. 

“Monaco,” you explained. 

“Me too,” he smiled. “We should meet up sometime.”

“I’d like that,” you nodded, and you couldn’t help but feel the charged air between you two. 

“I’d like that too.”

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Asking for a night off was a nightmare. Both Susie and Toto had their noses stuck into your business no matter what, so they begged and pleaded to be told why, but you somehow kept your kind-of-date-not-really-a-date under wraps until you got to the restaurant. 

And it was nice. Oscar was just as sweet and funny as he was when you two first were friends. He even walked you back to the apartment, stopping before you went upstairs so as to not be seen by Toto or Susie. 

“I really had fun tonight,” he smiled, the cold Monaco air making his cheek red. 

“Me too,” you smiled. “It was really nice to catch up.”

He stepped closer, a nervous smile on his face. “Tonight was a date, right?”

“I-I’m- I don’t- I…” you trailed off, looking away from him as you both chuckled. 

“I’d like it to be,” he admitted. 

You nodded. “Me too.”

“So I can kiss you, right?” He smiled. 

Your heart slightly stopped, you’d never been kissed before. How did you even do it? Would he think you’re awful? Would this end the entire relationship?

“I don’t have to, I’d just… I’d like to,” he smiled understandingly. “If you’re not ready for that then that’s alright.”

“I just… I’ve never been kissed,” you admitted, deeply embarrassed. 

His jaw dropped. “You’ve never been kissed?” He asked despite himself. “Sorry, that sounded rude I-“

“It’s alright Oscar,” you shook your head. “I get what you mean.”

“No, I mean I’m just shocked, you’re so amazing and… yeah. It’s just surprising,” he chuckled. “I’m kind of honoured that I get to be the first.”

You chuckled. “Shut up.”

He chuckled. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, much too nervous to actually speak. He placed a hand on your cheek and leaned in, his lips softly meeting yours. 

And it felt good. It felt really good to kiss him. His other hand circled your waist as you tentatively placed your hands on either side of his face. When he pulled back you felt your heart stop once again. 

“You’re sure that was your first time?” He teased and you laughed. 

“Pretty sure,” you chuckled. 

“When can I see you again?” He asked, bashfully smiling.  

“I’ll be at the next race, or here,” you explained. “So whenever it works for you.”

“What about-”

“OSCAR?! You picked Oscar?!” Toto shouted, making both of you jump apart. “Absolutely not! Y/n get up here!” 

You sighed. “Text me about the date? Yeah?”

He nodded, laughing (trying to hide his terror of Toto) as he watched you go upstairs and start trying to explain to Toto.

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Alpha Killua/Brother X Omega/Sister Reader

Part 2

dark content warning: contains brother/sister love, yandere behavior, nsfw, explicit, you’ve been warned!! 🕷️

Killua can’t exist without Y/n.

It’s been close to two years since you and Killua presented at 16, and a lot had changed for you.

True to his word Silva no longer required Y/n to partake in the family business. The not so slight down side was that Killua’s work load doubled now taking more jobs then ever before. It pissed him off no doubt but more or less he didn’t seem to mind as long as you were safe and sound at home. You had tried arguing to Killua that he really didn’t have to and you didn’t want to burden him. Didn’t matter, he wasn’t hearing any of it.

So when you were informed by Father on this decision and it’s finality you instantly sought out your brother knowing he was the reason behind this. Staring into his eyes with softness only held for him you sighed, “Killu, you don’t have to do this for me! I can do this for you too, Im not some weak little girl anymore.” Embracing you in his arms he shook his head. “You and I both know this was for the best.. now you can spend your time doing things you actually want to do.”

Giving him a sorrowful expression you push away from his hug. He was always like this, trying to shelter you from the harsh realities of the world. But this was too much. “This isn’t fair to you though, how can I be happy knowing your risking your life out there solely for me.” Killua looks away and huffs out a deep breath clearly uncomfortable that he’s made you upset. Shaking your head you turn to go back to your father. “I’m going to ask Father to change his mind, I can do this to.”

At that he jumps to action and grabs your arm before you can fully turn making you face him. His reflexes are much quicker and his strength is rivaling that of Illumis already. That only upsets you more, how much has he suffered to get to this level of strength? Frantically he tries to reason with you his inner alpha being upset at the one he loves being distressed.

One of his hand gently holds your cheek directing your teary eyes meet his. “No! No, listen Y/n I told you I’d take care of you and I meant it okay? Just let me do this for you..please.” Melting into his touch I place my hand over his and hold it closer to my face. He’s letting out calming pheromones that envelope me whole but I still can’t help but cry.

Tears fall down my face and he quickly laps at them, a habit he created as a pup and has no desire to break yet. Not when you cry those pretty tears just for him, would be a shame to let them go to waste. “UhUh, no crying, you don’t have to cry anymore Y/n. ‘M gonna take care of my Omega, my little sister” Kil Mumbles affectionately as he catches each tear with a soft lick occasionally placing little kisses on your cheeks. Nodding in understanding you blink away any more tears now just lightly sniffling. In a small voice you answer to him, “You are too kind, always taking care of me! Wanna take care of you too Onii!”

Letting out a low growl of approval he nuzzles into the side of your neck breathing in your now calm scent. You smell sweet like peonies with a freshness like the air the morning after it rained and just so good. You smell like home, his home and only comfort in this harsh world he was born into. “You always take care of me baby, being so good for me. Gonna keep you safe until I can take you far away from here. You remember what I promised you?” He whispered just so you could hear him, placing small kisses on you loving the way you scent spiked with arousal. “Y-yeah I remember Kil”, Is your breathless reply as you lean your head to the side letting him swipe his tongue over your sensitive neck.

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~ 6 months prior ~

It was just another regular night for you, already having bathed and finished your night time routine. Skin soft and smooth with a slight glimmer from your lotion. Adorned in a matching set of pajamas that was pink with daisies all over them. A white lace trimmed cami top with shorts of to match that clung to your body perfectly. The moon shined through your window reflecting off the matching anklet and necklace Kil gifted you as you sat up in bed anxiously.

He’s been gone for an entire week now with Illumi doing a job he was tasked for, and it must’ve been dangerous if Father sent both of them together. Hugging a white cat plushie to your chest you sighed and layed in bed restlessly. Soon you slip into restless sleep but you awaken an hour later when you heard your bedroom door open up. Years of training made you instantly awaken and tense up until you saw who it was.

A freshly bathed Killua slipping into your bed in just sweat pants, he wraps his tired arms around you and sighs as he breaths in the scent of you that fills the room. Now he was finally home. Nuzzling your slightly startled face he smiles. Even in your sleepy state you give him a big tight.

“Didn’t mean to wake you, we just got back tonight. Go back to sleep.” Purring at finally being in his arms you pout, “I was so worried about you…” Smiling he plays with the heart shaped locket necklace that dangles from your neck ending just above your bust.

Flattered he hides his blush behind a quick witted joke, “You’re always worried about me cry baby.” It was true but you can’t help thinking of everything that could possibly go wrong when he’s gone for so long. Rolling your eyes and huffing you turn your back on him and cross your arms over your chest, “Well excuse me for caring. I’m going back to sleep then I have to leave out for my own task in a few hours anyways.” Grumbling Killua wraps an arm around you pulling you flat against his toned chest. Your smaller body fitting perfectly against his own. “And why wasn’t I told about this?” I giggle and turn my head to face his. “Because you would’ve tried to make PaPa give you this mission too, you need to rest Killua I can handle this it’s fairly simple and I should be back within the same day.”

Knowing I’m right he just lets out a irritated huff, but his expression quickly dissolved again when he heard my laugh again. Staring at my lips before looking down at the curve of my body slotted against his. And how your ass is just sitting perfectly on his bulge you feel his length twitch against you. I deadpan stare at him before busting out laughing. “You’ve got to be kidding me Kil ! Let go.”

Shaking his head no he traps me in his arms shoving his groin closer to me. Continuing to wiggle only makes him stiffen more letting out low growl he playfully bites your ear. Squirming at how it tickles you giggle more, “Ow Killu !!” Satisfied with my reaction and finally hearing my laugh for the first time in a week he smiles.

I feel myself swooning all over again, Im pretty sure there’s hearts in my eyes. And then he’s staring at my lips again longingly. The air in the room suddenly feels warmer and the smell of our arousal mixing makes me feel fuzzy. Starting to feel shy I turn my head away, “Kil, I really need to sleep now, and you need rest too…”

Ever so slowly, slides his hand that was holding my torso up my body until his hand rests comfortably on my neck. With light force he directs my face to meet his again and leans in. Tilting his head he furrows his brows in confusion, “I thought I told you that taking jobs isn’t necessary anymore. I don’t want my pretty girl getting hurt.”

Having him this close and feeling him twitch in his sweats against me is distracting. Suddenly I’m feeling almost breathless looking into his intense eyes. “B-but Killua, I want to help you and the family.” Again, he feigns a look of confusion yet still devouring me with his eyes alone. “You keep calling me by my name , that’s not what you usually call me baby. And why are you worried about them ? You should only worry about me, Onii knows what’s best for you, right ?”

Emphasizing his point he gives a soft squeeze of my throat, keeping his hips firmly against my back side, even as I try to discreetly rub my thighs together. “I-I’m not a pup anymore , I don’t call you Onii! You treat me like I’m a baby.” His eyes widen now almost as if in disbelief. He was gone for one week and you’re acting out.

Rolling his hips against me, I bite my lip to stiffle a moan. His hand trails back down from my neck to resting on my hip. “Oh you’re not my baby anymore ? Even though we’re older you’ll always be my little baby sister, but you’re right! Your a big girl now Y/n, Look at this pretty body..” His hand that was caressing your hip slides inbetween your thighs.

Slick now soaking through the light material of your sleep shorts has you gasping. Parting your legs for him automatically as he rubs over your slit . A deep growl of satisfaction is felt vibrating on your back, “Yeah that’s my big girl, so beautiful and so mine.” Feeling up your wet pussy through your shorts he stops to slowly rub against your aching clit. His breath felt warm against your ear as he whispers, “Your mine right Y/n-chan?”

Nodding my head as my eyes flutter closed, too busy focusing on the pleasure he was giving me. And although he was more composed than you he was slipping into that fuzzy head space too. Pleasuring the one he loves, bathing in her scent after being deprived for seven whole days of her touch. He couldn’t help himself from stealing a needy kiss from your lips, which you gladly returned.

His hips rhythmically rolling against you in time with how his two fingers rub at your clit. “So perfect for me,” Even as you moan he keeps your lips together swallowing them as he does with every bit of attention you give him. Selfishly. Possessive. Obsessed.

His grunts mix with your whimpers, he still won’t give up kissing at your mouth, you messily return kisses but the pleasure is just too distracting. Your hands cling to him to drag you down from the pleasure. One hand gripping his hair keeping his mouth close to yours the other grasping at his forearm. Not pulling him away from his motions, just wanting to touch him. “Perfect just for me, fuck Y/n.”

His face is flushed now, seeing you fall apart is enough to please him. Pressing one more sloppy kiss he pulls back reluctantly, but just enough so he can see the mess he’s made of you with just a few touches. And oh man, it was almost enough to make him bust in his pants. Swollen lips glossy from your desperate kisses, eyes low from breathing in his scent and squirming from his hand rubbing up and down your cunt.

He groaned as he took the very last bit of restraint he had left to halt his rutting. Slowed his hand down before he removed it all together making you whine in confusion. Repositioning himself to kneel in between your legs with you on your back. Pushing your legs up and open so he could see the slick covered mess you two made. Drinking in your image only makes him thirsty for you.

From above you he looks so handsome, seeing his toned body that has built muscle never fails to make you feel flustered. Looking down you see how big he is,feeling it against you was one thing but seeing his outline in just sweat pants has you moaning. Your eyes both taking eachother in. It’s silent other than your breathing calming down.

You’ve curiously touched each other before, but never this far. Making out was as far as it went, and he was always handsy with you never wanting to let go of you. This is uncharted territory though, never having a boyfriend of your own to explore with, which was all apart of his plan.

Finally your eyes meet, his eyes are darker than usual. Love & lust is in the air and very hard to deny. Curious hands touching on eachother. Killuas hand teasingly rubbing your soft inner thighs as he holds them open. “Too perfect Y/n,” He whispers before interlocking both his hands with yours. It’s like time stops as he leans down again kissing you, but softer this time. He may struggle with expressing his emotions but it always comes through his actions.

His love for you being ever evident in his eyes, in each slow motion of his lips against yours. And his hips roll against you again but this time it’s slower, wanting to take his time. “It’s hard for me to control myself around you, but I’ll wait until it’s time. We’re gonna be mates Y/n, and I’m gonna take care of you...” Breathlessly you moan, your hearts are beating in sync, the love you two have for eachother is blossoming into something new.

Yet doubt shreds through. Killua notices the change in your scent and nuzzles into your neck to distract you with soft lips against your sensitive scent gland. “But w-what if it’s not you? We’ll never know until the day of our birth day.” He can’t help the growl that rips from deep within him. You? With anyone other than him? Please even if by some odd miracle his name wasnt revealed on your wrist he wouldn’t let you go. Never.

“Said your mine Y/n, no one else can have you, my mate. ‘M gonna marry you Y/n have you full of my pups.” The pleasure isn’t enough to distract you from all the what ifs. “Kil, my pups, I d-don’t want them to grow up like us. I couldn’t handle that!” You cry out to him, even as you feel these euphoric feelings of him stimulating you it’s bringing out a vulnerability within you. Nipping at your neck he sucks a decent sized bruise there. That’ll have to do until he can actually mark you.

Sighing he stops yet again, he wants you but not like this. Not when you are questioning your future together. For now he ignores how painfully hard and pent up he is and comforts you. Kissing up your jawline be presses kisses on your lips not wanting his baby sad. “They won’t baby they won’t… I won’t let them hurt you anymore. You listen to me okay.” Big eyes look up at him with tears threatening to fall.

“I promise you I’ll be a good alpha for you.. for our pups. They’ll have what we needed and more. But you’ve gotta help me help you. No more taking jobs , I’ll do it for you and you just wait for me. After we mate I’ll get us far away from here, anywhere you want to go.” At that your heart fills with joy, far away from Kukoroo mountain and your crazy family ? That’s a dream come true, but is it just that ? “Are you sure Killua? That we can live a normal life away from this?”

Nodding his head he smiles at you. Your smile brightens up the whole room and your scent doubling down as your happiness spreads through your whole body. “But you hold up your end of the deal, no more taking jobs Y/n I mean it, It’s too dangerous for you.” He says sternly but his smile still not leaving his face because seeing you happy just does that to him. Cracking his cold exterior down to nothing but dust.

Pouting you groan, “But I don’t like seeing you come back exhausted or possibly hurt.” Rolling his eyes his grin deepens as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “It’s a good thing you can heal me with your pretty tears, huh. You didn’t even notice the stab wound on my leg.” Gasping you wiggle out of his hold, pushing him backwards so you are now the one on top of him. Your lip wobbling as you feel frantically for where it might be at. “Killua why didn’t you tell me? I knew something happened.”

He doesn’t even flinch when you press slightly on his right thigh where you feel the bandage under his soft sweatpants. His eyes scan your face as you let you tears fall and hit his abdomen, your nen making quick work at the wound and in no time it’s gone. Frowning he sees your eyes still crying even though he can no longer feel the pain. “You worry too much as it is, I’m sorry I upset you pretty..”

Reaching one hand up to rest on your cheek and swipe at any more tears, his other resting on your thigh giving it a small squeeze. Wiping your eyes you rest your hand on where the wound once was smoothing it over. Still not meeting his eyes your other hand plays with the string of his sweats.

“Come on Y/n I’m sorry this won’t be forever.. I told you we’d leave this life together. I’ll take a thousand more wounds before I let you get hurt.” Only shaking your head you feel tears about to fall again. And he knows it soooo wrong but his dick jumps in his sweats wanting attention. Cooing he grabs your hands in his own “My pretty omega so worried for me, Im fine baby wanna see ?”

Your heart skips a beat, you’ve bathed together but never have you seen him before. You can only bring yourself to timidly nod at him, and he takes the initiative to guide your hands to the hem on his pants. They were already low hanging so you knew once you pulled them down exactly what you’d see. “Go ahead, you wanted to see that I’m not hurt right ?”

Swallowing hard you nod but still hesitated already seeing his happy trail of white hair. Tugging down his sweats he lifts his hips so you can pull them down further. Your eyes zone in on the bandage that was slightly tinted red on his right thigh. But in your peripheral vision you saw him, and you felt that ache in your lower stomach again.

Huge and hung, precum smeared on his tip from all the excitement and a vain running down the left side of it. Curly white hair at the base makes you want to touch him but you shake your head and go back to the task at hand. You frown and peal back the bandage to see a brand new scar to add to the many on his body. Atleast he was no longer hurt anymore, “O-okay Kil, it’s okay now you can cover up.”

Smiling he stops your hands as they reach to pull his pants back up and guides one hand to his member. “But what about right here Y/n ? I need your attention right here, it’s so hard for you” To emphasize his point he twitches in your palm. Placing his hand over yours he starts to stroke himself. Groaning his free hand up reaches up to squeeze one of your soft breast. “Come on I’ll show you what to do..”

Finding yourself rubbing your thighs together you almost moan at the sight before you. Seeing how handsome he was and being able to see him like this under you, your mate. Before you can say anything else the door slams open.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU LITTLE MINX !” Your mothers voice screeches at you. “How dare you seduce your brother to mate with you Y/n I am so disgusted with you!” I jump and back away until my back hits the backboard of the bed. Killua looks at me longingly and sighs like this is nothing but a inconvenience and tugs his sweats up. “Calm down you old hag, I came onto her first.”

Kikyo gasps and grabs Killua by the arm, hastily dragging him out the room, “Unbelievable Killua your father will be hearing about this!” That’s the last thing you hear before your door is slammed shut. I don’t move from my spot as I catch my breath and try to process what just happened.

It’s safe to say after that incident me and Killua were under heavy surveillance it was too risky being together.

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Even now, recalling the incident has you flustered for a multitude of reasons but you decide to block out the terrible ending to what would’ve been a great night. His sweet promise to you was what mattered. Taking you away, being mated, having pups. It was like a fairy tale and you hung onto those words religiously.

Coming back to your senses you try to put a end to his tongue attacking your neck already giving you hickeys in minutes. I gasp and push at his chest but he doesn’t budge. “Killua! Come on you’re going to get me in trouble..” Placing another sloppy kiss onto my now very wet neck he smiles proudly at his work.

“The last ones i gave you were going away.” Was his excuse as he admired your flustered face. “One week until our birthday can’t you wait ? just one week!” I say scolding him but my pleased scent betrays the front i put on. He snickers at the act you put on and nods in compliance. Taking your smaller hands, he places a kiss on each individual finger tenderly, before his eyes are staring into yours “Just one week so remember what i told you okay.”

Smiling at him you close the distance before you and he rests his forehead against yours lovingly as your purring fills the empty hallway. All peace comes to an end as you hear your mothers heals clicking along the corridor. Killua growls, he has done nothing to hide his feelings of disdain towards her since he was a child but you shake your head at him. Giving him a quick kiss to the cheek you two separate and watch as she turns the corner.

Halting she sniffs the air around her and scrunches her nose at the slight smell of arousal in the air. But one look at Killua and how he’s glaring at her already is enough for her to bite her tongue and hold any comments. Instead she clears her throat and smiles as she approaches you two. She dotes on you both, “My dear twins, my sweet babies ! Your birthday is approaching! Let’s go talk party details.” She says using the relevant excuse to come between you both and drag you elsewhere.

You spare Killua a glance and smile at him and thinking of his promise. And as if he is thinking of the same thing he smiles back genuinely.

Just one more week <3

[circeyoru]

The Raven’s Deer

[Alastor x Zestial’s Little sibling!Reader]

Part 1 (here) — Part 2

Zestial speaks in [archaic dialect redolent of early modern English], so something like Shakespearean English and you speak that same

Where as Zestial is a bat-like demon, you’re a raven demon with two pairs of retractable black feathered wings on your back. Your appearance was similar to that of an angel, but it was more of a mocking to them since you have an inky substance that would float around you

Different to Zestial who instills fear with just a look and/or his appearance, you tone it down and is arguably the more approachable of the two. Though others can’t see this as a free pass to bully you as you were more prone to violence than Zestial too

You do speak ‘funny’ as the modern sinners would whisper and sometimes try to instantly translate your words with their phones, especially those that were unlucky enough to meet your shopping requirements. But you can speak ‘normally’ in a way that everyone understands. You just don’t to watch them struggle more

Your big brother and you rule over your batch of souls in a small district that you two share and guard, your brother overseeing a mansion while you oversee the surrounding forest. Your people were your silent servants with powers that were useful to you and have signed contracts with you, soul-binding or otherwise

Being as old (do NOT use that word since you died young) ancient as you were, you’ve seen your fair share of the rise and fall of overlords. Though not one as interesting as Alastor. At first, you were merely enjoying some wine while you read whatever was in your collection. Then you heard screams of agony and pain in your room. You were positive there was no one being tortured at the moment, so where did it come from?

The radio had come to life on a shelve of yours. You twitched your fingers, bringing the radio closer to you, the screams were indeed from the device before you. But you never turned it on and this was the first time you heard such music. You left it playing to see when it would stop, to your delight, it never did

Well, until the culprit behind such an act came forward. The screams died down a bit, but not entirely gone as he made his name known. “Greetings, sinners and demons of Hell! I am Alastor, The Radio Demon!”

“Fitting.” You mumbled out as you listened, from then on, you’d leave the radio playing. Sometimes Alastor was hosting and other times it was those screams. You even talked about it with Zestial, expressing your fascination to this new demon

Your older brother, growing curious and intrigued, asked for Carmilla to host a meeting to see who were still surviving. As luck would have it, it was the day after the extermination. The pair of you were positive Alastor had been safe and alive since he was having a wonderful time broadcasting, all the while Carmilla, Zestial, and you listened and done your own activities in your safe underground room deep within the forest

Your ravens had been the ones to collect the angelic weapons for Carmilla to experiment and create her weapons, even perfecting her fighting style. Since you were more physical and violent than Zestial, you happily trained with Carmilla, even helping her. In exchange, she made sure your wings were even deadier than before, now having angelic coat. Your wings were your weapons

The meeting was uneventful to say the least, Zestial and you didn’t need it to see what Overlord was alive since Zestial could name every demon behind the scream on the radio. See, he was the one with more information and a nack for those things. The pair of you really do complete each other

What caught your interest (and maybe slight fancy) was Alastor. You and Zestial arrived right behind Carmilla and took your seats side by side, ignoring all the Overlords you passed by. Their aura and presence were lacking to say the least, it was no wonder Alastor could overthrow these bunch. You noticed Husk and Niffty missing though

The formal meeting between you and alastor came only when you were delivering some demon bodies to Cannibal Town. You dropped by where Rosie would be without checking if she had company, so you made quite an impression

Alastor blinked with his head tilted as Rosie suddenly got up from her seat and opened one of the bigger windows. Then you appeared, your wings undercovering from the cocoon you wrapped yourself around to enter through the window without breaking it. “Oh, so nice to see you!” Rosie hugged you, careful to avoid your wings even after you shifting it away from her. You returned the sentiment. “I always told you there’s no need to drop bodies for my people.”

“T wast a valorous way to ex’rcise. (It was a good way to exercise)” You waved it off. “Thy people w’re joyous to seeth me anyways, so I’m m’re than joyous to giveth those folk a valorous meal. (Your people were happy to see me anyways, so I’m more than happy to give them a good meal)”

“Oh, where are my manners? Here, allow me to introduce you to our rising Overlord friend.” Rosie guided you over to where Alastor was seat, he immediately got up when you neared. “This is Alastor, The Radio Demon, I’m should you’ve heard. And this is The Nightmare Raven.”

“Quite a pleasure to be meeting such a legend, I’ve heard tales of you!” Alastor bowed a bit, then taking your hand to kiss it. “Never in my weirdest dreams would I think we’d be meeting so causally, my dear.”

“Charm’d I’m sure. It’s a pleasure to beest meeting thee as well. Thy radio did broadcast given thee quite the nameth, broth’r and I has’t been listening and wast ent’rtain’d. (Charmed I’m sure. It’s a pleasure to be meeting you as well. Your radio broadcast given you quite the name, brother and I have been listening and was entertained)” You smiled back

Turns out, you and Alastor hit it off quite well and enjoyed your time well enough that Alastor started acting more intimate behind closed doors. A relationship even Zestial didn’t mind but he sure as hell threatened Alastor a bad time if your heart was broken in any way, shape, or form. Alastor swore, “I���d never leave such a beauty and terror alone. Why, I’d think your lovely sibling is worthy of all things!”

LIAR

The first year of his disappearance, you thought he was busy with a human contract up above. But there was none. The second year, you thought he was perhaps taking a break from interacting with you since you were a bit more clingy than he’d like. The third year, you thought an exterminator got to him. The fourth year, you accepted his disappearance and broke down. The fifth year, you were suddenly active when you caught wind that Husk and Niffty were alive but still bound by contracts, you searched high and low, but no Alastor. Not even his radio played new screams. The sixth year, Zestial comforted you and suggested you drop your interest in Alastor. The seventh year, you locked yourself in your forest. Only leaving and observing the city by your ravens

Alastor flinched when Zestial spoke of you, he eyed the raven on the ancient Overlord’s shoulder, it was on the side away from him, so he was a bit grateful. Perhaps it was a luck thing that you weren’t joining the meeting and Zestial came in your place with the raven. He did feel a shiver when Zestial spoke of your state, how you were not yourself and more drawn back and distant

He honestly never expected to leave for so long. 7 years, 7 exterminations. The times after the two of you met, both of you were tolerant of the other under your shared interest and use of the other. It was merely beneficial, like business partners. Yet he found himself more adaored by you as time passed. He had planned to confess and solidify the relationship between you two, but then came his disappearance

“May I see the darling?” Alastor asked, begged. He needed to make things right

Before Zestial could answer, or perhaps he was waiting for your cue, the raven on his shoulder screamed loudly, motioning its head as if to peck at Alastor. Then came Zestial’s cold tone, different from the previous carefree one when he greeted Alastor. “I believeth mine own sibling hast nay w’rds ‘r timeth to spareth f’r thee, Alastor. (I believe my sibling has no words or time to spare for you, Alastor)”

Note: Yes. I took a break from the requests. But you can still send your ideas for me to write. It's just taking time for me to come up with ideas on how to write it~ I love reading and writing some of your interesting and silly ideas~ Keep them coming!

Circe Y.

MASTERLIST

[snoopyhughes]

And he feels like home (j. hughes)

Happy winter fic exchange! @one-night-story I am so thrilled to be able to have written this for you! I hope I created something that you love that you feel fully represented in and safe to read. 🩷

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Title was taken from long story short by Taylor Swift. This is 4.7k words, gender neutral reader. It has been double checked by lovely c to ensure that it is safe for all to read <3

new neighbor

You considered yourself to be a very patient person. You were also extremely understanding. You didn't get upset or frustrated by much. You were a good person, sometimes you allowed people to get away with things for their own sake, even if it inconvenienced you in anyway. But at this point, you had had enough.

Since you moved into your apartment in August, you could probably count on one hand the amount of times you had talked to your neighbors. You were in the corner apartment, the last at the end of the hall, your only neighbors being two young men who you presumed to be brothers.

You ran into them a few times in the hallway, the two of them hardly ever separated. You knew they left in the mid afternoon, usually in suits. You assumed it was for work, but you never felt inclined to ask. They usually look rushed, the older one pestering the younger one to "hurry up" as he got out the door.

It was only this week that you had learned their names. A piece of their mail had accidentally been dropped in your box. The name addressed as "Jack Hughes." You contemplated what to do with it, standing at their door with the letter in your hands for a few minutes when the door suddenly burst open, the younger brother opening the door.

"Oh! Hello," he muttered out awkwardly. Neither of you had known the other's name, but you both knew each other as neighbors. "Hi! Are you Jack?" You asked awkwardly, not holding out the card, making your question seem like a random inquiry. "No, I'm Luke, Jack is my brother. Why do you ask? Do you need something?" He asked in an almost bothered tone, as if people frequently came to him asking for unwanted favors.

"Oh! Duh. A piece of Jack's mail got put in my box by accident. I assume it's okay if I drop it with you?" You asked, making you almost instantly face palm. "Yep, that works. Anyway, I'm late to something. Thanks for dropping it off..." He mumbled off at the end, not knowing what to insert for your name. You told him your name, and that was that.

That was earlier this week. This was now Friday. Occasionally, you could tell that they had some small parties. Nothing too outlandish for an apartment building that shared thin walls, but a decent amount of people resulting in a louder volume. You were young yourself, you were never going to complain for a small amount of volume on the occasional Saturday night. This however, had been far too much.

You swear this was the 3rd night in a row of their little parties, and you had dealt with far too much. It was mid April, you were studying for a big exam you had. Part of your move in August was to signal the start of your journey to get your masters degree. You were almost done with the semester, just a few big exams in between, this being one of them. You knew that it seemed a little lame, studying for exams on a Friday night, but part of the move was moving to New Jersey where there was a school that was one of the best in the country for your intended major, not super close to home. With all of your studying and academic work, including working to pay for the apartment and schooling, you didn't have much time to socialize. You had gone to coffee with some people from your classes, but not much beyond that, not enough to warrant Friday night plans towards the end of the semester.

Slamming your textbook, you decided you had officially reached your limit. You paced back and forth a bit, trying to calm down a bit in an attempt to hopefully not absolutely lose it on your neighbor. It wasn't that late, but you had been studying all day with minimal breaks. You couldn't see the end of the studying in sight if your neighbors kept the music at the volume they had. You wondered how the people on the other side of them weren't bothered by the noise, but then again you had probably seen them even less than you had seen Jack and Luke.

You slipped your feet into the pair of shoes closest to the door, banging on the door in an attempt for them to hear it over the blaring music. You took a small step back when a man you didn't recognize answered the door. "Can I help you?" A dark haired man with an accent asked. Before you could open your mouth, a very energetic Jack came bustling towards the door. "Y/N! To what do I owe this pleasure?" He asked with a charming smile, almost causing your reserve to break down. But when your brain came back after the sound of the music blared through your ears, you remembered why you were over here.

"Do you know what time it is?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. "It's only 11. It's a Friday night. But based on your casual attire, I doubt that matters much to you," Jack quipped at your casual pajamas. "For your information, Jack, I'm studying for a big exam. Clearly you don't know much about that." You snapped back.

"For your information, my team just made the playoffs. We have a lot to celebrate." Jack flexed, causing his chest to puff out a bit. "I don't care which of your beer league teams made the playoffs, but I would really like to pass my first year of my masters program and not have to repeat. That is, after all, how I ended up here, as your neighbor." You were starting to lose your patience, and instead of Jack surrendering, he started laughing.

"Beer league, huh. Do you not know?" You rolled your eyes. "If this is your attempt at a 'Do you know who I am?' moment, you're failing severely. Or even better, if it's going to be a 'do you know who my father is?' Just save me the time, I have an exam to study for," you had one foot out the door when Jack grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

"Relax, I just figured you knew because that seems to be all anyone wants from us who lives in this building. Favors relating to our job. Luke and I play for the New Jersey Devils, the NHL team around here. It's okay that you don't know, however I hope now that you do, you'll choose us to be your favorite team." Jack smirked at you, causing you to giggle, which resulted in you immediately covering your mouth. What was happening to you? You didn't giggle over charming guys.

"Oh, did you guys win or something? Seems like an awfully long time to be celebrating one win," you quipped. "We made it into the playoffs. We are the number one seed. We've been celebrating for a few days because we have a bit of time off. I am sorry, it is probably excessive. We'll turn it down and remind the guys that we aren't the only ones who live here." Jack put his tail between his legs. You did feel a bit bad, but you were glad the noise was going to at least quiet down.

"I hope I didn't come off like a jerk, I just got flustered. I know you didn't know. I shouldn't have come over attacking." You muttered, causing Jack to smile.

"I'll accept your apology on one condition. Do you think you can find some time in your busy finals schedule to come to one of our games? I can get you more details when the playoffs schedule comes out, but I would it if you could come. I think Luke might be a little jealous that I softened you up first, but it just adds for some more bragging rights on the kid."

You couldn't believe your ears. Your cute, albeit a little clueless neighbor, was not only a professional athlete, but he was also asking you on a date if you weren't mistaken.

"Well Jack, I'd love to, but you just better hope I pass this exam." You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Good thing we're gonna turn the volume down."

2. first game

What do you wear to a hockey game that you were invited to by your neighbor who you have only talked to a few times but you think he may have been awkwardly potentially flirting with you when he invited you?

You were digging through your closet, looking for something appropriate to wear for probably one of the most awkward, unique events you have ever been to. You can't say that you had ever been to a professional hockey game. You weren't clueless to the rules and such, you just never had the opportunity to attend one in person.

Not to mention, you were going alone. You only had a few casual friends at school through this point in the year, and it didn't feel appropriate to bring any of them to this... interesting event you were going to. Plus, you were certain that you would be wrapped up in the game. You were nervous enough as is, and you can't imagine if you had to sit there and make awkward small talk with one of your classmates who might be able to say what your last name is.

Sitting in the uber on the way there made you start to question your choice of agreeing to go to the game. You had no idea how this would go other than you knew that Jack had slipped the ticket under your door earlier this morning and written on it was instructions on how to get to the gate. One thing that caused your cheeks to heat was that on the bottom of the post it note, was his phone number.

This made it feel almost official in a way, having his phone number. Before you could dwell on it too much, your uber pulled up to the door that Jack directed you to. You thanked the driver and walked in to the stadium, immediately overwhelmed by everything. For a second you considered turning around and making something up to Jack that you were sick, but when you took a second to look around, you saw so many happy people with Jack's last name plastered across their backs, number 86 standing proudly. You felt a sense of pride for Jack, though you weren't sure how to feel about that.

That sense of pride never went away once the game started. Your eyes were on Jack from the second his feet touched the ice, and the moment he sat on the bench. Your eyes followed him all the way to the bench, wishing the time he wasn't on the ice would go faster. You wondered why you had never been interested on hockey. Jack was so talented, and the game ended with him scoring a goal and getting two assists. You thought for a second that he was looking up at you when he scored, but you shook your head quickly to rid your brain of those thoughts.

As the game ended, it suddenly occurred to you that you weren't sure how this would end. You sat in your seat for a while letting the seats clear out, preparing to walk towards the gate that you entered in, opening the uber app. As soon as your phone unlocked, a message from Jack popped up on your phone.

"Meet me outside," it read. "I'd like to take you to dinner and drive you home. I'll meet you by the gate you entered in."

Your cheeks flushed at his admission, suddenly looking down at your outfit. Was this appropriate for a dinner date? You were not planning on this at all. You checked what you looked like in the front camera of your phone. Before you could decide whether or not you looked appropriate, you heard a familiar laugh. Your chest warmed at the idea that his laugh could be so familiar, so homey despite the fact that the two of you had not spent much time together.

Jack's feet sped up as he caught up to you, just excited to see you after a great win. His smile was contagious when he saw you standing there, staring at your sneakers in an attempt to not be noticed by the rest of the guys who might ask questions.

In the end, it wasn't Jack who spoke up first. It was Luke. "Y/N! I'm so glad you came! I wanted to score for you, but unfortunately this guy beat me to it," he smiled, throwing an arm around your shoulders. You tried to relax into his arms, telling yourself this was a new normal in your life. Casual banter with your neighbors who just so happen to be professional athletes making millions of dollars.

"Hey back off, I invited them. You dropped the ball. Your turn is up, by the way," Jack muttered, causing Luke to give a quizzical look. Taking advantage of Luke's moment of confusion, Jack sneaks around him and puts his arms around you, squeezing you tightly. A noise of surprise comes out of your mouth. Not discomfort, just surprise at his sudden display of physical affection. "That was awesome!" Jack yelled. "Did you have so much fun?" He asked, pulling away to see your face looking up at him.

"Well it would have been more fun if Luke scored for me but I guess I'll settle for your points," you teased. He smiled, his cheeks turning red at your teasing. "Y/N, is Jack blushing? Did you turn him into a shy mess?" Luke teased and Jack groaned, hiding his face in your shoulder. "I just want to impress you," he smiled which caused your entire body to heat up. It never occurred to you that he wanted to impress you. That you were there because he wanted you to be impressed with his game and how he played.

"Well don't worry, I was thoroughly impressed. Would you like to go to dinner now?" You asked. "Am I invited? Is this like a neighborly get together?" Luke was now teasing you both, causing both of you to get bashful. "Dude, clearly this is a date," Jack mumbled, causing your eyebrows to raise. "Clearly? Is that what we're calling it now. I mean I certainly thought it was, but you never asked me." You and Luke were truly just having fun with the teasing now.

"Jack, it's not very gentlemanly to assume it's a date. You really should ask, especially with someone like Y/N. They're a catch!" Jack was glaring daggers into Luke. "Yes, I should. Y/N, I would like tonight to be a date. Will you go out on a date with me?" Jack asked, grabbing your hand in his. You were grinning, nodding your head. "Well then, Luke I think it's past your bedtime. Why don't you go home with Holtzy and I will take Y/N out for dinner?" Luke shook his head, giggling. "Wouldn't you like that," he laughed. "Luke-" "Fine! Fine! I'm done. I'll go. Y/N, it was a pleasure to laugh with you. You kids enjoy yourself."

"I have a feeling we will."

3. first (real) date

Your dinner with Jack was perfect. You finally got the news back that you had passed the exam you were stressing about, and to celebrate, you got your favorite take out and watched Jack's game on the couch with a glass of wine. It was strange, to whole heartedly notice his absence when him and Luke were away for games. Right now, they were on a short West coast road trip, Denver, Arizona, and Seattle, and then heading back home for a few days off before a home game.

This was their last game being gone, and you found yourself waiting hopefully for Jack to come back. You had been texting a lot on the road trip, Jack even calling you once after he crawled into the empty bed next to Jesper's bed. According to Jack, his friend, teammate, and road roommate Jesper slept like the dead, even going as far as to wearing headphones when he slept, so there was no concern of the call waking him up. That didn't stop you from keeping your voice to a low volume, which Jack of course countered by yelling an obnoxious "What was that?" whenever he couldn't hear you.

After a Devils win, you crawled into bed for the night, finding yourself thinking of Jack, and how you couldn't wait to see him. You were in so deep.

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As you cleaned up the remnants of your late afternoon lunch, a knock sounded on your door. You had a feeling you knew who it was, but you still checked the peephole to see Jack's face on the other side, nervously rocking back and forth on his feet, holding something in his hand.

Flowers.

"Hi, it's so good to see you!" You smiled, welcoming him inside. "These are for you. I wasn't sure if it was appropriate, but I wanted to ask you something, so I thought these might help. I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to dinner with me on Friday? We have a game on Thursday night, and I thought a more formal, not after a game greasy pizza joint dinner would be fun. That is, if you are interested? If not, it's okay, I was just," you finally cut him off with a hand on his arm. "Jack! I'd love to. The flowers are beautiful. Thank you for thinking of me. I would love nothing more." You smiled, causing an audible sigh to come from Jack's lips.

"Oh thank God! Sorry, I didn't want to ramble, I just really got nervous. I wanted you to say yes but I didn't want to sound weird or make you uncomfortable." He smiled. Neither of you knew what was going on. Jack was stunned that his neighbor who he had barely talked to but admired from afar had turned him into a nervous, blushing mess. You also couldn't say you were expecting to fall for your neighbor. But when he was gone, you came to that conclusion: you were absolutely falling for Jack. You were falling for him, you couldn't understand how it had happened or why, but you absolutely were.

When it came time for your date to come, you felt more nervous than you did for the game. Jack had let you know that you were going to be going to a nicer restaurant. You picked his brain a bit at what to wear. What you didn't know is that he had preplanned his outfit, mannerisms, conversations, basically his every move for the date with his mom and brothers. Well, mostly Quinn. When Luke saw how nervous he was, he was constantly teasing him. Luke loved to tease him about how you should have fallen for him instead of Jack. Of course it was all jokes, as soon as the two of you started hanging out Luke could immediately see the chemistry between the two of you. He knew that your connection was much deeper than any sort of joke he could make. He was really happy for his older brother, finally seeing him fall for a person who made him truly happy.

When you decided on an outfit that was both appropriate for the occasion and made you feel good about yourself, you started pacing by the front door of your apartment, anxiously waiting for Jack to come. It was about 10 minutes before he said he would arrive. On the other side of the wall, Jack thought about coming a few minutes early, but his mom immediately shut that down. Jack argued that he wanted to seem timely and didn't want to keep you waiting. Ellen shut him down, though.

"How long does it take you to walk 10 steps next door? You never want to rush someone getting ready, especially for a first date." Luke was cackling in the background, of course.

At 6:00 on the dot, Jack was knocking on your door. He was almost more nervous than when he came by a few days before asking if you wanted to go to dinner with him, if that was even possible. When you opened the door, Jack planted his feet in the ground, willing himself to not fall over on his ass and make a complete fool of himself.

You were absolutely stunning. You looked so amazing in Jack's eyes. He felt himself blushing as soon as you opened the door. He was thanking his lucky stars, wondering how he had gotten so lucky as to find someone as special as you.

"Y/N..." he finally breathed out, his heart racing. "What? Do I look okay?" You began to feel nervous under his intense gaze, your hands instinctively picking at your fingernails. "Okay would be an insult. You look incredible. These are for you, by the way," Jack handed you the flowers he forgot he even had. "That's so sweet! You didn't have to bring me flowers. The ones you brought me a few days ago are still going strong. They will look beautiful together, though."

You took a minute to put the flowers in a vase. Jack was watching you from afar, you felt his eyes on you, following you around your small kitchen. Truthfully, he was admiring you. He couldn't help but blush at the sight of you, putting flowers in the vase that he bought for you, getting ready for the date that he was taking you out on. He felt like he won the lottery.

When you turned around, you saw him blushingly admiring you, causing your own cheeks to heat up. "What has you so smiley?" you asked, taking a step closer to him, bravely grabbing his hand in yours. You rubbed your thumb over his hand in an attempt to help him feel calm. Jack was certain no one had ever made him feel this nervous. Certainly not someone he was dating. "I just can't believe how beautiful you are. I feel so lucky that you are going out with me."

Both of you were nervous wrecks at this point. Before you could convince yourself otherwise, you were leaning forward, kissing him on the cheek. As soon as Jack felt your lips on his skin, he knew he had to kiss you. "Can I kiss you? Like, on the lips," he muttered, causing you to giggle. "Yes Jack, you can kiss me, like on the lips." He groaned at your teasing, but before he could throw his head back exasperatedly, you leaned forward, capturing his lips with your own.

Jack felt himself melt, holding onto your waist in an attempt to hold himself up straight. It was official. You had softened Jack into a gushy, pillowy mess. And Jack had never been so happy.

+1. as a couple

6 months later

"Jack, honey, if you keep stomping any louder, the people below us are gonna come complain," you muttered teasingly at him. "You really think they can hear you? Besides, if they came and complained, I would simply explain to them that my amazing partner, whom I care for very much, is meeting my family for the first time, and I think they would understand." He quipped back, causing you to laugh.

Jack's parents were coming in to town for the first time in the new season. Before you met Jack, you had long planned to spend the summer abroad with your closest friend. Jack was thrilled for you, but disappointed you wouldn't be able to spend time together over the summer at his summer house. He did however, jet off to meet you in Italy for a week, which was perfect. Ordinarily, you probably would have met Jack's parents already, but with the chaos of your summer, it was now the Devils home opener, and you had yet to meet your boyfriend's parents.

"If I'm so amazing, why are you so nervous for me to meet them?" Jack groaned, causing you to laugh. Teasing each other was something so common, but it was always done lovingly. It was almost a love language of sorts between the two of you.

"Babe, how many times have I talked to Quinn on FaceTime with you? And Luke is the best friend I have here in Jersey, besides you obviously, so it's just your parents. Who, by the way, we have also Facetimed with a handful of times together."

"I know, but in person it's different. They might get knocked on their ass by your good looks and charm, just like I was. And besides, if you think Luke's teasing and sarcasm is bad, just wait until you meet my dad. Where do you think he gets it from?" Jack continues to ramble. To an outsider, it might look like Jack didn't want you to meet his parents, but you both knew it was the complete opposite. The two of you hadn't been together for that long, but in a way that didn't matter. Jack was close to saying the "l word," and you probably weren't that far behind him. He wanted you to meet his parents because he wanted them to love you as much as he did. You felt the same way.

In an attempt to stop his never ending nerves, you took the few steps across the room towards him, putting your hand on his cheek and pulling him in for a soft kiss. "Jack, I am thrilled to meet your parents. If it makes you feel any better, I am a bit nervous too. I want them to like me. Although, I'm sure you've bored them to tears with stories making me seem like I'm the most amazing person on the Earth." "Because you are," Jack intervened, serious as a heart attack.

You laughed at his genuine tone, he was always buttering you up. "They'll love you, because you're amazing. Besides, Lukey and Quinn already love you. This will be easy work for you. The shock of me being in a serious relationship has already worn off. They're thrilled to meet you," you laughed at his half hearted attempt at a joke.

"Besides, I'm sure they will be so excited to meet the person who has turned you into a sap," you laughed, causing Jack's mouth to open in shock. "I am not a sap!" He tried to quip back, but you both knew he was absolutely lying. He was so soft on you, something none of his loved ones had ever seen. "Jack, yesterday you laid your nice jacket over a puddle in the nasty streets of Jersey for me to walk over because there was no way around it," you stared back at him. "That puddle was huge! Your pant legs would've been soaked, I know you would've hated that." You laughed at his kind hearted attempt at an explanation.

"You are one of a kind Jack Hughes," you started. "I truly love you." As soon as the words came out of your mouth, your hand covered it in shock. Of course you loved Jack, but you were so nervous to tell him. You had never said those words to someone romantically before, and you were both certain he would say it first, even though you hadn't talked about it before.

"You love me?" He asked, his voice quivering. "Of course I love you, did you miss the puddle story? I would be crazy not to have fallen in love with you." At this point, both of your eyes were watery, Jack's grip on your shoulders never wavering. "Oh my God, you love me. Oh my God, wait, I love you! I love you so much! I can't believe I haven't said it back yet! I love you!" Jack was over the moon, causing you to laugh wetly.

You had absolutely softened Jack to his core. But you were nothing but soft for him, the two of you a perfect match for each other. When you pulled each other in for a kiss, the love between the two of you was imminent, the nerves of the upcoming event melting away. Jack couldn't wait to introduce you to his parents as his partner whom he loved so much, and you couldn't wait to love them as much as you loved him.

[archivewriter1ont]

Shep-Centric Thoughts...

I'm plotting out a Shep-centric fic and I have come to the conclusion that this man is amazing, awesome, and doesn't get enough attention in the fandom.

Bullet points on why below...

One: His relationship with Phee.

Are they actually, biologically related? Was she instrumental in helping him and Lyana find Pabu, this safe place away from the Empire? Has she saved his and his daughter's life and now he feels like she's the greatest person ever? Was she a stray he found with a bullet wound in her side and a machete sword in her hand, snarling and snapping until he and Lyana "tamed" her? We don't know...but we're durn sure they're close and that for all anyone knows, they're family through and through.

Two: His willingness to accept Phee's friends.

Now, Phee might have called ahead to tell our friendly mayor that she was bringing friends, but even if she did Shep is so freaking welcoming. He doesn't ask how or why she came into sudden possession of three muscley ex-commandos and a smol danger child but you know what? He doesn't really care either. They're Phee's friends and so they're his friends, full stop.

Three: His eagerness to make the Batch feel accepted.

Throughout his scenes, Shep is going out of his way to make the Batchers feel safe and at home on Pabu. I ADORE that he seems to give extra attention to Hunter, who has the hardest time adjusting to a non-combat life and who is constantly on edge regarding the safety of those around him. Shep is also a leader in a way, so I feel like he understands a little of where Hunter is coming from, but because he's a normal human, he recognizes that Hunter's obsession with keeping what is left of his broken family together is breaking the sergeant. Because his accelerated life has been spent as an experimental soldier who may or may not see tomorrow and who must constantly be on guard, Hunter doesn't know how to be safe. He can't accept it because it goes against his very DNA. I think Shep clocks that and is trying to reassure the tracker that he can relax on Pabu - -that they're not threats, but also that Hunter and his brothers and sister are not a threat to the Pabuans, either.

Four: His insistence that they stay.

Shep isn't blind and I'm sure that little things reveal to him that the Batchers have all had very rough lives. Instead of pushing them away and being unwilling to take on their issues, Shep is completely sincere in wanting them to stay on Pabu, to build a new life for themselves despite what they've already been through.

When Wrecker says he's never full, what does that trigger in Shep's mind? I think he would instantly realize that these are survivors, but because he's around them, watching them, he also notices that just because they know how to survive doesn't know they know how to actually live. The Batchers are still adjusting to not being soldiers and now they're fugitives, castaways. Even before the war ended, they were experiments and viewed as canon fodder, created for a war that they didn't get to choose to fight. But more than pitying them, I think Shep would just be that much more eager to set their minds at ease and help them adapt to civilian life. That's certainly what he seems to be doing in the buildup to Season Three.

And now we just have some more pics because I love Shep so much.

[dunno-u-decide]

Wild Kratts x Pokemon Headcannons

Feel free to use these if you wanna write fics.

If the Wild Kratts were from the Pokemon world:

The Wild Kratts are a team of traveling Pokemon rangers and researchers. Martin and Chris are the primary rangers and field researchers, Aviva and Koki are the engineers and data analysts, and Jimmy pilots their ship and is the primary cook and social media handler.

All of them can use a capture styler to some degree, even Jimmy. Martin and Chris are the best at using them because they do most of the field work, then Aviva and Koki, then Jimmy.

All of them train Pokemon. Martin is a water specialist, Chris is a grass specialist, Aviva is a fairy specialist (but likes all cute Pokemon), Koki is an Eeveelution trainer (and has both forms of Ninetales), and Jimmy has no preference.

Jimmy is the only member of the team to have completed a league run, being Unova. Going by the anime setting, he got to the top 4 in the conference. Going by the game setting, he managed to beat Grimsley and came close to beating Marshal.

From best to worst in terms of battling skill, Jimmy is the best, then Martin, Chris, Aviva, and Koki.

With the exception of Aviva, everyone is originally from Unova. Aviva is originally from Paldea.

The Tortuga HQ is modeled after Drednaw and is called the Drednaw HQ.

When they run into Wild Kratts Kids, they give them tips on raising and training Pokemon and helping and approaching wild Pokemon.

If the Wild Kratts were sent to the Pokemon world:

They'd all instantly go crazy over the plethora of Pokemon to study. Their own insights on their animals may also help researchers and trainers.

They constantly compare Pokemon with animals.

Out of curiosity, one of the bros tries to activate a creature power suit using a Pokemon that is similar to the animal genetically, like activating zebra power with a Blitzle or Zebstrika. It works, but the resulting suit looks a mix of the animal and the Pokemon and it only has the animal's abilities. The suit also malfunctions, causing the brother who activated the suit to speak using puns on the Pokemon's name and it can't be deactivated until Aviva fixes it. The suit, however, does allow the brother to understand Pokemon speech.

Aviva and Koki soak up the Pokemon world's tech like a sponge. It takes a long time before Aviva is able to create a Pokemon power disc.

A Pokemon power disc for a Pokemon that can evolve can switch between forms.

Jimmy easily takes to learning about Pokemon battling thanks to his video game skills.

Villain headcannons, most can be used in either of the above scenarios:

Zach steals Pokemon from the wild and uses them to power his robots. If Zach was from the Pokemon world, he'd sell his robots to poachers. After he's defeated, the Pokemon he captures are released.

Donita raids wild Pokemon for materials for her luxury lines, like Clamperl pearls and Flabebe flowers. After she's defeated, the Pokemon she captures are released and the stuff she steals are returned or compensated for if possible.

Gourmand hunts wild Pokemon to use as ingredients. After he's defeated, the Pokemon he captures are released.

Pre-redemption, Paisley tries destroying nature to build facilities. Post-redemption, she takes inspiration from nature to build in a way to protect it.

If the villains were sent to the Pokemon world, they'd initially be bewildered with how often they get thwarted by people other than the Wild Kratts because normal trainers would pick fights with them when they get up to their schemes.

Edit: I forgot the most important headcannon: Martin nicknames every wild Pokemon they get close to, and those Pokemon recognize him and the other Wild Kratts whenever they run into each other.

[asher-agere]

LAST KOTLC RAMBLE (Maybe)

SO. I just just just finished my copy of Unraveled and I NEED to say my thoughts because. OH. MY. GOD????? Huge spoiler warning

I would like to start off with Alvar because he’s my biggest take away. I feel like before when we saw Alvar… It was from Sophie’s point of view. And let’s face it, for most of these books Sophie idolized Fitz. Her perception of Alvar was tainted by Fitz’s hatred, and by only seeing the bad parts. Keefe however… Man Alvar was really a brother to him. I never realized how similar they are both in experiences and how they act but… Yeah

Alvar knew what to say to get through to Keefe. He knew what Keefe was thinking and how to get him to STOP thinking. As someone who can relate to Keefe (No I’m not a genetic experiment, sorry to disappoint) it was scary seeing him depressed. Like… That’s what he’s like when he’s alone. Even when he’s been vulnerable around Sophie he always jokes. But Alvar understands him so completely… It’s gotta be frustrating. So he just stopped trying. And Alvar pushed him to keep on trying

On a similar note at the beginning when Keefe was losing his concentration at the beginning during his third light leap and wanted to just “let go”??? UHH WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT TO BE SUICIDAL? EXCUSE ME? I’M NOT LETTING THAT MOMENT BE FORGOTTEN. HE’S ALWAYS BEEN SUBTLY SUICIDAL BUT GUYS THAT WAS SO OBVIOUS. WE CAN NOT KEEP IGNORING THIS. It’s not like people are ignoring his poor mental health, it just feels like no one really talks about the severity of it… Because it’s severe guys

Let’s talk about… Cass Lordeman. The second I read that name it all clicked into place. In the Sencen family… Keefe isn’t the only one Mommy Dearest traumatized. Cassius was put through a lot. He needed a break. Before they even had Keefe, Cassius had his escape. Creating distance between him and his wife. Then he had a son. And it’s not right to drop his hobby just because of that right? But Cassius went to far. He neglected his son in the process. Not to mention. Being jealous and punishing your son because he’s more skilled than you? At DRAWING? Cassius just needs a therapist guys… I still don’t like him but let’s think his character through not just hate him

Small note, I really think Keefe and Alvar could’ve just like. Said they were autistic? Like hear me out. Keefe overwhelmed by all the different emotions? That’s a sensory overload my guy. Alvar played up the amnesia pretty well honestly, not much to critique there. But like just saying they were autistic would’ve gotten them some calmer and clearer explanations

Also I loved seeing the LGBT+ community represented in these books… For so long I’ve questions what elves and other intelligent species think of that, but this book really cleared it up… The elves don’t even think about that. It’s like me as a child feeling masculine but not realizing I can just change my gender identity to feel more comfortable. They were never shown options, so they didn’t think about it. So when they viewed LGBT+ couples they were accepting. They had a blank slate and no reason to be judgmental

ALSO THE TIMEZONES ARE FINALLY EXPLAINED. All the elves are just. Synced? I want more of an explanation kinda but honestly good enough man. Now it doesn’t just feel like a forgotten detail

AND FINALLY. THE MOMENT. THE CHAPTER. THE ENDING. T H E K I S S. The chapter being called “Everything” instantly had me squealing and kicking my feet because THAT’S WHAT SOPHIE IS TO HIM. SOPHIE IS LITERALLY HIS EVERYTHING. I love Keefe talking to Silveny about how worried he is… Silveny didn’t really help but it’s ok. KEEFE TALKING ABOUT SOPHIE IN RED??? “Almost like the color existed just for her” HELLO MR. ROMANTIC. I would swoon and die on the spot. Also the difference between Keefe and Fitz… Sophie started worrying about match lists, surely remembering Fitz. And Keefe just. Doesn’t care? I love him so much guys you have no idea- Also Keefe almost pumping his fist when they kissed was so cute- LIKE THAT’S NOT EVEN HIS FIRST KISS. IT’S NOT SPECIAL. IT’S SPECIAL BECAUSE IT’S HER. First thing he said afterwards was to check if she regretted it… Afhfhfhgjghhghfhf my hearttttttt

That’s all. Just thoughts I needed to say because. Yeah. I could go on and on about Keefe and Alvar though guys… Would anyone be interested in KOTLC agere content? Just curious…

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

Context: from The Mouse who Dared to Dream, I thought people could use some fluffiness. The hilarity of Walter Elias Disney really just not understanding what he's created but like many animators of time they had to figure out through experience, but he'd Marvel at Mickey at times like seen here,

.

Walt slowly sat down next to the tiny mouse asleep in his crate. The human was honestly fascinated by his latest creation. He wasn't quite aware he did do his acting, but as soon as it was done, he'd curl right back up in a spot, napping and sleeping,

Even his wife Lillian instantly treated the mouse like a child, they'd been married 3 years and he knew she longed for a family, a child to call their own.Julius was before she had entered his life and Oswald had showed a maturity almost immediately jumping into being an adult, with a wife of his own and plenty of kids to boot,

But Mickey, she'd cart him around like a baby even getting him a bottle which the toon would settle exactly like an infant might as she fed him warmed milk, sure occasionly he'd be mischievous or up more then a few hours, for right now though it did seem to him this toon was unlike his Brothers,

He was almost growing like a normal child. Minnie clung to the women as well, however she was more independent quite like her sister in law Ortensia the Cat, Mickey was a breed of his own,

The mouse in front of him slept on as his creator stared, wondering what secrets these creatures held, if his creation grew like a child did that mean that Cartoons were just like them? The thought was intriguing, right now most like them treated these guys like circus animals,

He himself had just acquired Mickeys finished collar held in an unassuming bag in his hands and he was quite excited, to any animator the day they could put some mark on their creation it didn't happen to just anyone as it meant you had a studio of your own

[lulu-recs]

wolfstar

sirius's new year mystery kisser by remus_la_swearwolf

it's remus lupin's last new year's eve at hogwarts, and sirius seems to have forgotten all about him.

misbehavin' by nifflersfancy

sirius would be having a good time but he would much rather be with remus.

succession of halos by orphan_account ♡

when remus gets talked into seeing his favourite author - astronomy professor s. black - hold a stargazing lecture, he anticipates a stodgy old man in tweed. he does not expect the ripped jeans and rolling-stones t-shirt wearing, motor-bike riding sirius black with his wicked smile and passion for the stars. remus is sure there's no chance between them, but little does he know, sirius has a passion for many things in life, one of which being remus lupin.

the patronus charm by ruinsplume

now he understands: all the effort he has spent trying to keep his own desire from himself is as useless as trying to keep the werewolf from himself—there is no from himself—no separation. it is in him.

starry eyes & galaxy minds by littleoldrachel

sirius works in the joke section of a toy shop. remus works across from him with the books. valentine’s day is fast-approaching. that’s it, that’s the fic.

anniversary dinner by kittycargo

remus and sirius celebrate together with a night at home.

the summer baking festival by the_secret_wordsmith

sirius black only came along to make james's new girlfriend happy. but now he needs to bake a showstopping cake to wow the hot guy with the cute smile else there is no meaning to life! (and why the hell is his mixture still too gloopy?!)

kind gestures by athenowl

“it’s the creamers,” remus blurted and instantly regretted it. sirius visibly paused. “it’s—you know how most people do stupid things when they’re drunk? well, I only drink coffee when I really pissed off, and I do stupid things based on the number of creamer packets I put in. it’s a lose-lose situation for everyone involved.”

“so this was…?” “four creamers is when I start shouting with my hands.”

coffeeshop au where sirius is a cute barista and remus really needs to have some spatial awareness.

one good turn (the fair play fandango) by victoria_p (musesfool)

remus is drunk. it's all sirius's fault.

suffer for the people by orphan_account

camp counsellor remus lupin has a good relationship with a difficult charge. when regulus becomes convinced something's happened to his brother, remus decides to call sirius to the camp to reassure the young teen that everything's fine. what remus didn't expect was to fall head over heels in love.

larry stylinson

a hungry heart by jacaranda_bloom ♡

harry styles, florist and great british bake off contestant, loves many things. he loves his flower shop, he loves baking, and there’s also that little crush he has on pop star louis tomlinson.

but when louis arrives on set as the surprise guest judge, harry’s worlds collide. throw in a cup of cuteness, a teaspoon of teasing, and a pinch of pining, and there’s all the ingredients for an epic love story, or absolute chaos.

or the one where the bake off tent has never been so hot, and it’s got nothing to do with what’s in the ovens.

pull you closer (kiss me harder) by sunshineandthemoonlight

louis pouts at harry from across the room. "why're you getting dressed?"

the space between by alltheselights

harry styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why. louis tomlinson is the omega phd student who helps him figure it out.

and touch me like you never by runaway_train ♡

“lets move back a bit yeah?” harry clutches at his waist with a free hand and tugs him to move through the crowd until they are almost at the back of the group and settles them both beside the far wall. “there. that better?”

louis looks up at him, as if he’s a tad dazed. “uh, yeah, thanks. can’t really see much from back here either though.”

harry lifts a shoulder and grins at him, placing a hand on the wall behind louis to pen him in. “we’ll just have to create our own fireworks then, won’t we?” he says it jokingly with a wink, and louis laughs but he seems nervous. he must know that harry is harmlessly flirting. harry flirts with everyone after all, including louis.

“do you think this is a good idea haz?” louis asks quietly, almost too quietly in the clamour of the room, his head bowed as he scuffs his shoe on the carpet. “stop over thinking it lou, it’s one kiss. what’s the worst that could happen?”

or : the one where harry and louis agree to be each other's new year's kiss and it ends up being a lot more than they bargained for.

late night talking by kingsofeverything

louis tomlinson has a new album coming out and a second world tour on the horizon. promo season gets underway with a stop at late night talking, the late night show hosted by harry styles, and harry styles just happens to be the man who blew a chance to date louis a decade ago.

[scorbleeo]

Book Chat: God of Fury

Legacy of Gods (Book 5) by Rina Kent

Source: Google Images

I’m not attracted to men. Or so I thought before I slammed into Nikolai Sokolov. A mafia heir, a notorious bastard, and a violent monster. An ill-fated meeting puts me in his path. And just like that, he has his sights set on me. A quiet artist, a golden boy, and his enemy’s twin brother. He doesn’t seem to care that the odds are stacked against us. In fact, he sets out to break my steel-like control and blur my limits. I thought my biggest worry was being noticed by Nikolai. I’m learning the hard way that being wanted by this beautiful nightmare is much worse.

ISBN: 9781685452193 (2023) | Source: Goodreads

Absolutely Worth It

This review took me a long while to get to it mainly because I am still in a daze. I cannot believe I finally got to God of Fury and that I am finished with the book. It hasn't been a long journey to get to Nikolai and Brandon's story but it had been a rather arduous one. Kent's books have been an unpredictable roller coaster ride with extreme hits or misses and as much as I was afraid my high expectations for this book would ultimately bite me in the ass, I maintained extremely high expectations for God of Fury.

For a book written by an author I sometimes have issues with for the writing style, for a book where I have ridiculously high expectations for, and for a book that I've actually already know roughly what goes on in it... This was a wonderfully and beautifully crafted story. While reading God of Fury, I can feel the patience and time and effort Kent took to build her characters and develop the storyline. I finally understand why some people said this felt like such a different book as compared to Kent's other books.

Lets begin with the storyline of God of Fury. This is the only book in the Rina Kent Universe where I did not feel that the author was rushing through the plot. Yes, Nikolai was instantly attracted to Brandon but the feelings both parties developed for each other came slowly, smoothly and very naturally. Like, before I finished the book, when exactly did Nikolai fall for Brandon? Or when exactly did Brandon start to develop positive feelings towards Nikolai? As you're reading the book, you really don't see it as it happens right in front of your eyes.

Which brings me to why the patience in plot development is so prevalent in this book. First being the way Kent wrote Brandon's character arc, there is simply no other way to have this book succeed without having patience in developing the plot. Secondly, Nikolai's willingness to go with Brandon's pace. Because of what plots these characters have, Kent had no choice, she could not rush through the storyline and that made this book her best one.

Now moving on to our two main characters. I knew there was a reason I loved them since their first appearance (as kids). I mean, Astrid and Levi? They are my favourite Royal Elite couple. Rai and Kyle? They are one of my favourite Rina Kent couples. I could not hate their children even if I wanted to. Of course, this is not a place to gush over the parents.

Starting with Nikolai Sokolov. He is another unhinged man in the long list of unhinged men Kent has created. However, he was really only unhinged in other people's books. In God of Fury, you see that Nikolai's not exactly unhinged. He's just unapologetically himself, does not care how anyone views him and even though he does bad shit, he has a moral compass despite what anybody assumes. The fact that my dude has vulnerable phases every now and then, and yet he does not hide that. How many men has Kent created that embraces and showcases his vulnerability like Nikolai does? I can bet that's one big reason why Nikolai is such a beloved character.

As for Brandon King. He's my baby, okay? And I will do anything to protect my baby. He is the one and only male character created with a different template. This man is not annoyingly frustrating or has that stupid toxic masculinity that ultimately plays into his stubbornness to not accept people's "no". And boy, oh boy. One of the most tortured character with the most kindhearted soul. I really do love that Kent made everybody like/love Brandon, because he deserves all the kindness the world has.

Last but definitely not least. Kent did not do a good job writing God of Ruin to the point where I don't actually have a connection with Mia or Landon. But the way she wrote Brandon and Landon's brotherhood? I have a connection with Landon King now, all thanks to this book. Even thinking about the hospital scene now brings tears to my eyes, and I finished that book weeks ago.

So, yes. I really love God of Fury. This is the only one where I own a physical copy of. I read the book, fully focusing on every single word. I did not do any annotations because the first time deserves my full undivided attention. And I am way too lazy to check back but I am very sure this is the only book by Kent that I have given 5-star to.

Rating: ★★★★★

P.S.: Remember in God of Ruin when Nikolai made Mia call Brandon and Brandon ended up covering for Mia? I really wished we had a chapter for it here too.

More Rina Kent Universe here: Cruel King (Royal Elite, #0) | God of Ruin (Legacy of Gods, #4) | Throne of Power (Throne Duet, #1)

[smokescreenstuff]

Hi I recently saw your post about predacon Smokescreen Au and I wanted to ask some questions.

-How do you think Predaking and Smokescreen would interact after the incident where the autobots saved Smokescreen?Would Predaking try to save Smokescreen because he thinks they kidnapped him

-So basically Smokescreen is like a predapup (that's what I think a sparkling predacon is) I definitely think he would move his wings based on how he's feeling

-How would the autobots think of Smokescreens change in frame(body) would any of the bots or humans feel a tad bit uncomfortable?

-Would Megatron use the fact that Predaking sees smokescreen as his son against Predaking?

-How would skylynx and darksteel interact with smokescreen?

-Would Predaking try to find Smokescreen after Megatron threw him off the ship or would he still go to cybertron?

-Do you think Smokescreen would specialize in some cool things like invisibility, lighting/electricity,etc

-How would Smokescreen feel with the fact that the phase shifters gone?

-How would Smokescreen feel about his new change?

That's all the questions I have and I'm really enjoying this Au😄

First of all, predapup is adorable and I will be using it.

- Smokescreen and Predaking would take a while to meet up again. Especially since Smokescreen would be out of action for a bit. But when they do meet Predaking would immediately bring Smokescreen into his warm embrace like one would do with a young child. During the transformation Smokescreen only ever say Predaking once, and during that time Smokescreen realized Predaking was kinder then he looked. Smokescreen may be a bit uncomfortable at first, but he quickly relaxes in Predaking's grasp. Though later Smokescreen tries to attempt to tell Predaking he's older... But that doesn't really work.

- I already head cannon that Seekers and Parxians (I hope I spelt that right) move their wings with their feelings. So that trait would be one Smokescreen would definitely have. I have this picture in my head of Smokescreen waking up in his room after a nightmare and his wings instinctively spreading, causing a mess in his room and a group of sounds that everyone hears. They head to his room and find him on the floor trying to clean up the mess he made.

- Miko would be the first to express an opinion on Smokescreen's new look, she thinks it's amazing. Everyone else is pretty uncomfortable but a few like Wheeljack and Bee can't deny it's a good look.

- Megatron would definitely try to uses Predaking's point of view of Smokescreen against him. But he still ends up thrown out the airlock in the end.

- I feel like Skylynx and Darksteel would see him as a younger brother. Someone they can play with and rough around, but they still understand to be careful with him.

- Actually, Predaking's point of view is a bit different in this AU. When he's attacking Ratchet, not only does Ratchet reveal the truth about Megatron, but the truth about Smokescreen as well. Predaking instantly realized that Megatron and Shockwave put his "son" through pain and was set to kill them for doing so. When he's thrown from the airlock he immediately pursues the Nemesis in hopes to find the other Autobots and our Smokescreen. (He knows Ratchet is there so he assumes eventually the other Autobots will come and lead him to Smokescreen)

- Due to Smokescreen being "under developed" he wouldn't be fire capable, maybe never will, but I still got an idea. A smokescreen... Literally. He can create a plumb of smoke.

- He would be very upset with himself for losing the Phase Shifter. Not only that, but getting the Star Saber would be a bit more difficult.

- Smokescreen hates it, normally he would love it, but the way he gained the new form has made him uncomfortable with it. It was painful and traumatic.

P.S.

At the end of the season 3 finale, instead of flying off in the sunset, Predaking lands on the Nemesis and immediately looks for Smokescreen to comfort and embrace him.

[adragonsfriend]

On Writing Ekkreth Stories

So you want to write an Ekkreth story, but it's not working. You can't figure out how to start, it doesn't sound right, it just doesn't feel like Fialleril's do.

I am obviously not the expert on this, but I've have seen one or two people comment on Biting His Own Tale that they struggle to write Ekkreth stories and/or think mine are neat, so I thought I'd take a stab at writing a guide/conglomeration of tips I've figured out.

(This is also intended as an exercise for me to articulate why I make the decisions I do as a writer, because I think that's a good thing to do once in a while, so spoilers for my fic, Biting His Own Tale)

Connect to "Real" Events

Reading Double Agent Vader the first time (it was one of the first Star Wars fics I ever read), I was instantly enamored with the Ekkreth stories. I wanted to read them, understand them, write them. Problem being, no matter how long an hard I thought, I couldn't come up with a single idea. It felt like Ekkreth's tricks were all way too clever and neat for me to ever come up with something comparable and the style was so cool and mysterious that I didn't know how to copy it.

Then I committed myself writing Biting His Own Tale. I started writing down notes and then drafting my main story, and the ideas started pouring out. I had two different ideas for Ekkreth stories to go along with Glittering Chains, I had other ideas for other sections as well. Sometimes the ideas for Ekkreth stories influence my main plot--the story of Ekkreth being beaten inspired both This Story Can Kill You and the section I'm currently posting.

I am echoing Fialleril when I say I don't really think it's possible to write these stories without having some "real" fictional events to relate them to. So pick a fic idea you've always wanted to write, and start writing it. Personally, I'm kind of obsessed with time travel fics. You probably don't even have to actually write that fic, just starting to plot it out will give you ground to stand on.

The Moral of the Story

Ekkreth stories have a point. They're not historical tales meant to accurately recount a true event, though they may do that too. They're not novels, meant to entertain, though they may do that too. They're not comedies, meant to make you laugh, though they may do that too. Ekkreth stories have messages for the Amavikkan people who are telling them and listening to them and creating them.

What do Amavikka people in general need to understand to survive?

What do your characters need to understand to survive?

Are your main story characters living up to the lessons and values of Amavikka culture, or are they failing to do so?

What is the point of your main story? Why are you writing it? What do you want your reader to learn from it?

The intersection of these answers is where your story's moral lies. In Glittering Chains:

Amavikka people in general need to remember that no matter if their depur sometimes appears nice for a moment or favors them over other slaves he is always cruel, and he'll never make them free.

Anakin needs to understand that Ventress is keekta-du and therefore a fellow slave. He also needs to be reminded that all Sith apprentices are slaves to their masters in some way or other. This understanding will influence how he interacts with both Ventress and Dooku later on. Slick needs to understand why the way he went about trying to free himself was cruel to his brothers, and that while Ventress could not help him, Anakin can.

Anakin is living up to the role of Ekkreth by recognizing both Ventress and Slick as fellow slaves he can help. Ventress is very explicitly failing by continuing to follow Dooku's orders and refusing to think on Anakin's warning that Dooku has not freed her. Slick was failing by dooming his brothers for his own freedom, but is moving toward Amavikka values by taking Anakin's offer to help free other slaves.

My point with Glittering Chains was to clarify Slick and Ventress' decisions, and to force Anakin into having a more complicated plan than just "kill Sidious and all the Sith," because I think it's important for him and the audience to consider redemption whenever there is the opportunity.

So my Ekkreth story needs to be about Ekkreth guiding someone to realize they are keekta-du and then show that person deciding to do something about their situation once they understand it.

Figuring out the moral of your story early will help you figure out its structure. I knew I wanted my story to talk about being keekta-du, so I came up with a situation where I thought someone might become keekta-du (a sex slave convinced her owner loves her), and from there I came up with the mechanism of Ekkreth's trick (Ay'leli has to be the one to steal the keys because she has access to Depur's quarters), and Ekkreth's method (getting Ay'leli to empathize with her fellow slaves by getting her to care for one child). From there, I thought up some symbolism that fit both the situation and the moral (Ay'leli is going to have to steal some keys, so there needs to be some chains for her to steal the keys to. Also, Ay'leli's chains are prettier than the others, but just as strong).

Doing it this way, you can get the thematic and literal elements of your Ekkreth story and your "real" story to overlap in interesting ways, because the thematic elements are most important, while the literal elements can, ultimately, be whatever you need them to be. For an example of a connection of literal elements from Fialleril, Ekkreth steals pieces of the actual moon while Anakin steals the death star plans, a connection which comes directly from the "That's no moon," line in the Phantom Menace.

Doing it this way, with the moral first, you can get the thematic and literal elements of your Ekkreth story and your "real" story to overlap in interesting ways, and this kind of connection can also help justify why your Amavikka character would be thinking/telling of this particular story in their real situation.

I promise you your thoughts about how the world works, and how people should act, and what we should value are important and valuable and interesting. You can and should write about them if you feel driven to.

Values you're passionate about are far more fertile ground for cool world building and deep metaphors than quirky world building and random metaphors are for good values.

(P.S. This is not to say it can't ever happen the other way around, it absolutely can.)

(P.P.S. It's okay if you pick your moral and then you realize it needs to change after you start writing. This happens to me all the time, that's why it's called a first draft.)

Consider the Medium: Oral Storytelling

This is a lesson straight from the mouth of my epically cool high school humanities teacher when we read the Iliad. Other real examples of the things I'm about to talk about include the Vedas and aboriginal American stories, so they're not unique to European tradition. When a story is being told outloud, the listeners have to be able to keep track of who is who and who is doing what, and they can't go back and read a section again like you can with a written story. Also, in oral traditions, stories are passed down by memory, and repetition makes memorization easier. We are writing our stories down, but both of these circumstances must still affect the way we write them, if we want them to sound like they are from an oral tradition.

Clarify speakers often, and do it before they start speaking/acting rather than after or in the middle of their dialogue to avoid the pronoun game even more than you would in other writing you do.

Refer to characters the same way multiple times. Their titles can be quick ways to give your audience information about them.

Consider how your words sound. Words that sound good and share a rhythm and vibe are easier to remember. There often multiple different epithets for the characters in the myths to help keep the meter of poetic sections.

Read your story out loud! This is how Ekkreth stories were meant to be experienced. Better yet, have someone else read it out loud and listen for places where they stumble. If you're not comfortable reading aloud, or you don't have a private space to do so, you can use text to speech to listen to it.

Prototypes have to be tested by the people who are going to be using them, in the way they are meant to be used if they are to become useful to those people. You can treat your stories the same way.

Real World References & Questioning your Muse

Consider fairy tales, religious stories, poetry, children's books, bedtime stories, etc. What tools to they use?

What parts of them sound the best? (Do they repeat certain phrases? Do they rhyme? Are they written in meter?)

What kind of stories to they tell? (Are they complicated or simple? Are they super realistic, or kind of mystical?)

How do they introduce characters? (What do they include descriptions of? Physical traits? Character traits? Actions they often take? Their role in relation to other characters?)

Does the character's reasoning always follow real world logic? (If they do, how does their world influence the way they act? If not, what rules are they following instead?)

Ask all the questions you can about setting, characters, plot, style, etc. The answers to the above questions with regard to Ekkreth stories are, as I see them,

There is lots of repetition of descriptions and titles. There is repetition in structure where there is repetition in the story (if Ekkerth asks five different animals for advice, they will ask questions phrased in similar ways, and get responses phrased in similar ways). The beginnings and endings of each story have several repeated phrases, lending a sense of familiarity no matter how wacky the middle gets.

The stories are relatively simple. Ekkreth is going along, finds Depur has done something bad, Ekkreth does something to fix the bad thing, the people run away, Ekkreth taunts Depur and then flies away, this story can save your life.

Characters are introduced by their names and titles and something of the way they act. Ekkreth is trickster, sky walker, wandering traveler; no chain can hold them forever. Depur is the master, the slave owner; he is Ekkreth's enemy. Leia is elder sister, mighty one, Ekkreth's daughter; she can endure anything.

The character's reasoning doesn't really follow real world logic. Otherwise, Leia would just step on Depur in every story. Otherwise, Ekkreth's tricks coudn't work every time. Otherwise, there's no way Depur would be that dumb every single time. They are following a set of rules that teach the lessons and values of Amavikka people while acknowledging their limitations. They can't kill their owners, so Leia can't kill Depur. There are always small opportunities to defy Depur, so Ekkreth always has another trick. Every depur is both cruel and prideful in someway, so Depur will always be fooled by flattery.

Looking at real world examples can also be the inspiration for the structure and plot of your story, Ekkreth's tricks (heist movies might be good for this), or characters (there's a Norse myth about Loki catching a fish which inspired the way I wrote Umakkar).

Try mapping out Kadee's favorite story, "Depur's new clothes." See what changes happen when the person trying to sell the Emperor intangible clothes isn't a random tailor trying to make a fool of him, but instead Ekkreth trying to free the people from Depur. How would Cinderella's story change if instead of a girl looking for a night of freedom from her awful family she was Ekkreth disguised to get into Depur's party? Are they there to steal something? To trick Depur into marrying them? To distract him from the people escaping out the back of his palace?

Use references. Study them, copy them, improve them. In exactly the same way a visual artist must observe real humans to learn how to draw humans, you must observe real fairy tales, folk tales, movies, religious stories, poetry, books, children's books, songs, bedtime stories, etc, to learn how to write your own.

Repetition, Repetition, Repetition...

Repetition is a tool of meaning in any kind of story. The things a storyteller chooses to mention more than once, the things they return to again and again, build meaning and change it with every echo. I've talked a bit about aesthetic repetition (repeated titles, names, phrases), but not about thematic repetition. Making these match up is one of the greatest tricks you can play as an author.

Knowing the intended moral of your story is going to come in handy here. It is repeated at the end of every Ekkreth story that "this story can save your life," not just because it's a good line, but also because that is what Fialleril considers the essential message for Anakin, every slave on Tatooine, and us, the audience.

In my story Elder Sister, Umakkar asks Leia three times, “Who are you, who would stand in the path of the storm?” not just because she keeps standing there, but because it gives Leia the opportunity to change her answer time. Her changing answer shows her figuring out her own identity through the trial of outlasting the storm, and it also displays what I believe is her most essential trait: the strength to endure.

Stories are something you can add to your main story to repeat the themes in the main plot. As Anakin defies Sidious, Ekkreth defies Depur. As the scanner comes to Tatooine, Ekkreth delivers the wisdom of the animals to the people. As Pooja interprets a secret flower language to save the rebel senators, Queen Polana uses a secret flower language to warn her people.

Like wearing the right color shirt can bring out the color of your eyes, the right Ekkreth story is a chance to echo the point of your main story, drawing it into the light.

Review the Source Material

Go back and read Double Agent Vader again, with a critical eye. Pay attention to the way mythology is woven into characters understanding of the world and their emotional journeys. Leia musing on how Ekkreth reminds her of Torhu, one of Alderan's spirits, was a big inspiration for me in writing Rex thinking of Anakin as being like a sea monster. Neither Rex nor Leia is Amavikka or even close to as deeply entrenched in their respective mythologies as Anakin is (his narrative is almost always accompanied by an active story being told whereas they mainly just think about their mythologies), but even they are actively using mythology to interpret their real world.

Also, I meant what I said about listening to Ekkreth stories aloud. There are wonderful podfics of DAV by @darlingsweet that can help you get a feel for how Ekkreth stories are meant to sound.

Finally, Commit to the Bit!

When fics have their own plot and then randomly mention "blah blah blah Ekkreth! blah blah," it actually tends to take me out of the story rather than drawing me deeper in. It's a distraction. It makes me think, wow I should go reread DAV again instead of this.

It's much the same form of imitation that makes a lot of sequels fall flat--where the creators knew they did something good with the original, but failed to appreciate what exactly it was, and so end up including all the surface elements without creating depth (think a lot of Disney's Star Wars content: lots of flashy lightsabers, big space battles, anyone can have the force now, not so much for consistent themes, or the Pirates of the Caribean sequels [or for an even worse example, the Avatar the Last Airbender movie]). It's saying, "Well whenever Fialleril wrote the name Ekkreth it gave me lots of feelings, so I'm going to also write the name Ekkreth in my story. That will cause people to have feelings about my story." I promise you, it won't. Not on its own.

Where Fialleril's writing excels most is in making the mythology matter to the characters. Making it affect the way they think and act. Anakin takes responsibility for his actions and turns his back on Sidious twenty years early, without Luke or anyone else around to guide him towards doing good because of these stories. That is the singular, most basic, and most powerful premise of DAV. It is an argument, not just for the power of Amavikka culture in Anakin's situation, but the power of storytelling and beliefs in general.

Writing full Ekkreth stories is much, much harder than including surface level references. I absolutely do not claim to have mastered any of these tips, my own stories are all works in progress, but effort and connection are the cost of depth, and depth is what creates all those wonderful and terrible feelings you feel when you read the name of Ekkreth.

In Conclusion

These are, so far, my guiding principles when I write Ekkreth stories. I hope they are interesting, and helpful to someone. They are also, I hope, applicable to any story that tries to intertwine myth with reality. Please feel free to add/argue anything I've missed, I'm sure there's lots, especially with the number of people who have taken to interacting with Fialleril's mythology.

(P.S. Obvious disclaimer, but this is the internet: when I say things like "Fialleril does blah blah blah because...," I am guessing. I'm not in their head, I've just read lots of their fics and posts. I'm interpreting the data I have as best I can, and then phrasing my guesses very confidently.)

(P.P.S. Happy Christmas if you celebrate, happy holidays to everyone else. All the holidays I've ever heard of, religious and otherwise, have fascinating stories behind them which you can analyze in depth, if that's anyone else's idea of holiday fun.)

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“I have lived a lot of lives and dislike myself in every single one of them.” Armani.33. TK’s bodyguard.

OC by the sporadic mind of T. if interested, learn more below!

Armani was born on December 13, 1993 in London, England and is of Guyanese and English descent. Growing up, his father was very strict due to him being a military man but his mother was the complete opposite of that. She was warm, she was kind, she was very caring and his father would always say that she was entirely too soft with him. Armani was essentially closer with his mother more so than his father up until her death when he was 9 years old. He was his mother’s only child and alarmingly, just a year shy after his mother’s untimely death, his father had remarried and was expecting a child with another woman. Later on, Armani would find out that once his mother had gotten sick that his father had sought out comfort in booze, in drugs, and his work. How he managed all this but kept his facade as a respected military man was beyond him..

Armani was raised by his stepmother and it took some time but he eventually softened up to her. It was their mutual love, care, and protective nature of his half siblings, twin boys Devin and Casey. It was his baby brothers that introduced him to the wild, unpredictable world of professional wrestling. He can’t recall the moment he fell in love with it but he can remembered instantly believing that this was what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. At 12 years old, he began getting in trouble a lot at boarding school because he would “play WWE” with some of the other boys and by the time he was 15, he convinced the local wrestling school to let him be apart of the training regime. He lied about his age and got away with it for two years because of his muscle and strength. He paid for it through bus boy jobs and janitorial work because his parents didn’t approve of it. The assumed idea was that the Morelli boys would follow in their father’s footsteps in the military and it even led to a physical fight with his dad that ended with a broken jaw… on his dad’s part. His dad was the one who ended up with the broken jaw and Armani hardly had a scratch on him. The strength of his eldest surprised the entire family that it was almost scary. While his stepmother doesn’t fully understand, she’s supportive. His father, however, thinks every dream Armani has or had is a waste of time.

On his 18th birthday, Armani moved out of their flat in Oxford where they’d settled and went to the States never looking back. Armani found himself in the states, the Bronx specifically, with 100$ to his name and an excitement to show that he can make it work on his own. The first thing he did was buy a cheap tablet, go to the nearest coffee shop for WiFi, and create a social media presence (he didn’t have one before). He spent hours in the same spot still smelling like the plane he was on just 24 hours before and uploaded a bunch of his small independent matches, training videos, and workouts. Armani was laser focused and having his name out there as a threat on the independent wrestling world outside of England.

At 20, two years after moving, he managed to live in what he describes as the world’s worst apartment with its consistent repairs and brain dead landlord. He was 5 years into the wrestling thing and yet nothing but small shows in different boroughs is all he could get. In order to afford things, Armani worked part time in a gym downstairs from his apartment that the braindead landlord ran as well. Another 6 years had gone by, Armani suffered through depression and anxiety. His hands were always shaking, his guard was always up, and paranoia consumed every single thought. He was still wrestling but less and less frequently because he found himself with constant, consistent headaches and dizziness. At the suggestion and persistence of one of his last opponents, he found himself at the urgent care being told that if he took one more drop to the head, he could kill himself. His body, the universe, this so called God he initially believed in, had pulled a dramatic heel turn. The night he left the urgent care, he went home and dramatically burned a Bible that his mother had given him before she passed. 6 or 7 months later, at the young age of 26, he worked full time at the gym as its manager and given up on his professional wrestling dreams.

The braindead landlord had scored tickets to a wrestling show in Jacksonville. The company was All Elite Wrestling and any and every wrestling fan heard the buzz surrounding it. The rumor was that the company was a pro wrestling alternative to the WWE. Armani went with brain dead landlord since he was invited and, for the first time since being told that he shouldn’t wrestle anymore, he felt the passion spark from beginning to end right there in Daily’s Place. Armani saw the vision that the company was trying to pursue. He got it. He couldn’t explain it, he just did. He went to every show and watched others perform, deliver, and pursue what once was his dream as much as he could even during the pandemic era. Mid 2020, after one of the shows, Tony Khan had come out after a show and thanked the limited crowd for their attendance as he always did. That was when some drunk dumbass, three rows behind where Armani was sitting, tried to rush the stage. Despite being intoxicated, the so called fan moved quick. Unfortunate for him, not quicker than the 6 foot British man because without hesitation, Armani had the man pinned onto the ground in front of Tony Khan just a few inches away. From that moment on, Armani had a job as apart of Tony’s personal security team.

W H E W!! Ok so I obviously have put a lot of thought into this original character. If you’ve made it this far into it, first of all heyyyyy! I’d appreciate a heart emoji or a “dope!” below cause there’s just something about validation when you don’t need it… nonetheless, the rest of the story is that Armani has been working there for 5 years and relocated to Jacksonville to guard the billionaire. He is very close with the Khan family and has been to a million dinners. Tony calls him “The Avenger” of AEW as a nod to how quick he moved when the fan was trying to rush the stage. Currently, Armani is in line to be promoted as the head of tony’s security team when the one holding that position retires at the end of the year.

NOTE: **VERY IMPORTANT** Armani doesn’t work for AEW. He works for Tony Khan. The security for AEW is separate.

Open to any sort of connections! Despite not working for AEW technically, he will obviously be at shows a lot and know some of the talent; especially the OG’s that were there from the very beginning. If you’d like to skip the awkward “I’m Armani, I’m Y/N” convos on main and assume they know each other, you can message me if you want to but it’s not necessary; it’s entirely up to you. If you’re not apart of AEW, he obviously won’t know you personally but he’s a sweet guy! get to know him! he has a dark sense of humor, self deprecating, here for a good time not a long time, introverted slightly. Really, just plot with me. We’ll figure it all out as we go.

[iheartgaykey]

Hiii Ellie! I know this might sound a bit corny but I just have to say how excited I am for your AU Locked Up?? You’ve been such a huge art inspiration for me ever since I started following you and it goes way beyond DHMIS!! Every piece you create always leaves me in awe and you have no idea how much YOU have inspired me to experiment with bold colors. The way you execute everything is just so flawless it pushes me to do better every time I see your work! I don’t say this nearly enough but you’re really funny and you’re also just so much fun to be around! I really wish I could express more often how much I appreciate everything you’ve done and the time you’ve spent following me.. IT TRULY DOES MEAN A LOT TO ME AAJFDHGFDGF THE WAY WE JUST HAVE THESE REALLY STUPID INSIDE JOKES. We can never let "abc to shoot me in the face and kil me instantly " die or "home is where the ward is" I'MGONNA CRY I wasn't sure which account to send this but also you don't have to reply to it AT ALL I honestly get how cringe it might look I JUST HOPE YOU KNOW I'LL ALWAYS HAVE YOUR BACK. Even if you need to vent or rant about something you're free to reach out to me! Never stop talking about that Key, Never stop talking about $oulbomb and just keep spamming the fuck out of this account -💌🩷

This timing is so good actually I've been rereading this like all day.THANK YOU SO MUCH DOLLY YOU FR DO NOT UNDERSTAND. I've been so stressed for the past few days bc alot has been going on (to be expected but that's a story for another day) so hearing this actually made my day my week my month and my year please never ever stop being you and never let your friends parents or anyone put you down bc good god doll you are genuinely an amazing person. I DO NOT DESERVE THIS AAGH NEVER EVER.THINK YOU HAVE TO HELP OR COMFORT OTHER PPL I could yap all day about everything you brought up here but I'll try to keep it a bit short FIRSTLY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVEN READING SOME OF THE SHIT I POST MOST OF THE TIME (for some reason...) I ASSUME PPL JS LIKE MY POSTS & DONT READ THEM... I was originally going to give up on my dhmis au bc I DID NOT THINK anyone gave a shit abt the pilot anymore bc I am a few years late.. (joined the fandom early last year methinks..) ALSO I AM STILL SO SHOCKED I INSPIRE YOU AT ALL WHAT :(((/POS

I WOULD LOVE to talk abunch abt why I likey bright neons sm bc I think it does show a lot in my art (I fell in love with neons a few years ago js like $oulbomb bc I was looking for a specifc genre of items and found them before I had a name for em ♡) AND YOU STILL SOMEHOW PULL OF NEON FUNNY COLORS BETTER THAN ME??? the way u draw is so magical it KIND OF REMINDS ME OF GACHA/POS everytime I talk to my family abt tumblr or literally anything dhmis related my brother brings up abc to shoot me in the face and kil me instantly...

THANK U FOR SENDING IT TO THIS ONE BTW I DONT LIKE CLUTTERING MY MAIN BC ITS MEANT TO BE AESTHETIC AND PRETTY ♡ (Only real fans follow iheartgaykey AND pastelliek...) (even realer fans follow dreidreck too wink wink/ref) SORRY FOR REPLYING LATE A LOT HAS BEEN HAPPENING TODAY D: I ALSO WANTED TO KEEP THIS FOR MYSELF FOR A BIT IN MY INBOX..

[jarita123]

Firefly and Serenity

I just rewatched Firefly for about 12th time and I still hate FOX for cancelling it.

Yes, we are not supposed to talk about Joss Whedon these days but think whatever you want, he knew how to work with big cast, characters and how to mix it together. His Buffy, Angel and Firefly are three shows that are a great example of that. Yes, today, we know he was a bully and it is not OK. But I am not going to pretend these shows don´t exist - it would be disrespectful towards the people who worked hard on those shows, despite the conditions and created memorable characters and are still proud about being part of these shows.

Now, after the explanation - Firefly existed for only a brief moment in time, yet made a huge impact for many reasons.

I understand Whedon took some inspirations in, for example, Blake´s 7. Today a bit unknown show about rebels on a space-ship, edging western (or Mad Max :D ) at some points. It was a low-budget but great show and the insipiration is apparent. But in Firfely, the characters are not criminals (or falesly accussed criminals, that would be B7 AND Farscape, but that´s another story), and Malcolm Reynolds could have been actually a very complex character, if he got a chance to take a few seasons to develop from the moral, yet grey area captain to the darker turn in Serenity. But he did not get them but Nathan did a great job with the short amount of time he had. That is why Serenity is a bit of an odd animal. It is a result of a characer and story development that never happened.

In the existing 14 episodes, you get character interactions between ALL characters, each one has sort of "their" episode but it never fails to be a team piece.

Mal´s adamant "you are my crew" and his protectivness over everybody is the core. He accepted Simon and River into his arms and his crew without a hesitation. His "Simon is many things, coward is not one of them." shows a huge respect towards - for him a snobbish person who represented all he fought against in the war - who gave up everything to protect and save his sister. His relationship with Inara is "will they, won´t they", his total trust in Zoe, who always has his back and through her, in Wash. Even Jayne, who knows very well how lucky he was to get onto Malcolm´s ship. Mal´s almost older brother protectivness over Kayles is cute.

Through all this, we get to know all the other characters.

And yet, we know so little and we never get to know more. No wonder the episodes like "Out of Gas" or "Objects in space" are some among the most favourite.

Inara, who for some reason left her relatively safe life and income at the Core and went to discover edges of the space with a band of thieves. Why? What happened? Would she be able to leave: What are the rules of the Guild?

Book and his set of skills that included knowledge of Alliance tacticts, firearms, fight and we never get to know how he got to do and know all of this.

Simon and his slow change, warming up towards people who he would never even met in his previous life. His slow acceptance that this piece of junk is actually his home, where he is respected and cared for and finds a love and safety for himself and River.

Kaylee, her innocence and trust in people, who is cared for as a junior member of the crew and protected even by someone like Jayne.

Jayne, a mercenary, a criminal, a person who you can trust for as long as he gets paid...or not? What made him this way? Where did he learn to fight and shoot like that?

Wash, who we know nothing much about except that he is a great pilot and loves Zoe, yet is instantly our favourite. Who he was before? Where did he learn to fly?

Zoe, who is a "first officer", yet we know probably the least about her. Who she was before she joined the army? How did she fall in love with Wash?

I could go on and on and still suffer from the fact we will never know.

Yet, we got some answers in Serenity, that had painfully too short time to cover it all. It is different tonally, the crew seems to have some cracks and as mentioned above, apparently a few years passed so everyoboy is a bit more bitter, Mal the most and his OOC behaviour from "You are part of my crew" to "You haveto earn the stay on my crew" is a bit too big leap.

Yet, it is at least *some* conclusion and more or less tries to stay faithful to everything else we loved in those brief 14 episodes. Some shows got cancelled even without the luxury of any closeruse.

Serenity can also work as a stand-alone movie. I saw it years before I got to Firefly and only later found out it was a sequl to the show. Yet, I enjoyed it as a sci-fi nerd, and did not really need to know that much. The scene where they are listening to the message from the doctor and then her apparent death in hands of the Reavers, recorded and shown off screen, but with screams and faces of our characters watching it, is one of the most chilling scenes ever. "Don´t show" is the best way how to create a horror. So it was not a bad movie at all, but makes you feel nostalgic and sad about "what could have been" because we were robbed. We could have spent so much more times with these people.

Many of the actors went on to have successful carreers and other shows and it is good for them.

Yet, this not-even-remotely forgotten gem should, and could continue, if it was not already so many years since it aired. I don´t want a sequel or a remake because it is impossible to remake in the same atmosphere and chemistry of the cast.

We can keep this show close to our hearts with the "what could have been" thought and rewatch it from time to time, to let the world know that we love it, remember it and that FOX should be damned for cancelling it too soon :)

[angelmichelangelo]

You can write for the fanfic au about Leo Mikey and Shredder if you want I can reblog the post on my blog about it so you know who I am I went anon free on here once but I sometimes feel a bit anxious about it when it comes to talking compared to reblogs I created the au when I was thinking about how to make a different tmnt series anyway but yeah you can if you want I don't mind because I've been having trouble making the concept work and would love to see others takes on it so yeah it's pretty much free real estate but yeah just let me know and I'll reblog the fanfic au post so you know who I am because it may be weird if you see some of my own posts about the au and I don't want you to think I'm two different people such as the au being stolen or anything like that since I went anon on here so you know I'm the same as that person and that you have my full permission to do it.

hi anon! thank you for trusting me with your au idea! and i totally understand the anxiety surrounding talking to people online - it takes a while to build up trust with people you don’t necessarily know so don’t worry about it. you can stay on anon for as long as you feel comfortable, i don’t have a problem with it at all :)

i started drafting a few warmup paragraphs that i thought i would share with you! i might take a while to ever actually get around to writing and posting because i have a lot of wips i need to finish plus life is kinda kicking me in the butt rn so writing fic is taking a little breather atm but here’s what i got so far! thanks again for sharing your ideas with me! <3

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Light bursts through the top of the stairs, startling Mikey awake, he scrambles upwards onto his feet, bowing over even when it sends another shock of pain buzzing through his body, hurried footsteps and a hushed, whispered voice makes him immediately straighten out, all the tension leaving his body at once.

“Easy, Mikey,” comes Leo’s voice emerging from the shadows. “It’s just me.”

Mikey grins, fingers finding the bars of the cage and curling them around them, pressing himself closer to get a better look at his brother.

“Leo. Hey. What’re you doing down here?”

Leo has his satchel slung across his shoulder, reaching in to rummage around it, he brings out something small wrapped in brown paper.

“Risking my shell,” he says dryly. He hands Mikey over the parcel, peeling it open to reveal a few slices of bread. His mouth goes wet almost instantly.

“Thanks,” Mikey says in a rush, already picking bits off to stuff into his mouth. “How’d you know I was down here?”

Leo closes his bag, stepping closer, Mikey can see the worry that crowds his face.

“Well Bradford loves a good brag. Said something about whipping your butt during training. Father also told me not to expect you back in the room tonight so…” his voice trails off. He looks forlorn, wringing his hands together anxiously. “I wish you wouldn’t get yourself into so much trouble all the time, Mikey. It worries me.”

Mikey swallows down the bread. It’s bland and plain but it settles something in his stomach.

“And I wish you would stop calling him Father,” he says, tone icy.

Leo bristles. “Don’t say that.” He says. “He only does this because he cares. He needs us to be safe, Mikey, this is all to keep us safe. You know that.”

Mikey shifts. He looks down at the paper, spotting a few rogue crumbs, he picks at them uselessly.

“It doesn’t feel that way,” he says miserably. “Not when I’m getting my shell waxed by that… bonehead Bradford.”

Leo makes a face. “How hurt are you?” He asks, gesturing for him to turn around so he can have a look.

Mikey does so, pressing himself up against the bars as best he can, he can feel Leo’s hands tenderly inspect his shell.

He tuts and Mikey slowly turns back towards him again.

“A hairline crack,” he tells him disappointedly. “You’re lucky it will heal on its own. Anything more severe and you know they wouldn’t let you out to treat it.”