#like mate—everyone has preferences and preferences do not make good advice

[vacantgodling]

✨preferences should not be standards for writing advice✨

[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

Dorm leaders with a female singer reader?

Yup yup!

Dorm Leaders + Female Singer Reader!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is very impressed by your technique and talent. He understands that singing for more than just fun takes a ton of effort, and he’s very proud of you for being able to stick with it.

He loves when he you offer to perform at Heartslabyul’s Unbirthday parties. These were few and far between, since he didn’t want you to strain your voice too much by asking you to make an constant appearance.

When it’s just the two of you, he usually likes to talk over tea. Not only does it soothe your throat, it also gives the two of you ample time to chitchat without anyone needing him.

Your voice is one of his favorite things. To him, you sound as lovely as a songbird. Nothing would ever compare, and he adores it when he gets to hear you.

“Thank you once again for performing, it was quite exemplary. Hm? I don’t need to be so formal? Very well. Thank you for singing for me, I’d love to hear you do it again.”

Leona Kingscholar

Leona likes your voice. No need for flowery language or something. He tells you straight up, and fairly often too.

He can hear you singing from pretty far away, so it’s not uncommon for him to mention it from time to time. It confuses you the first couple of times but you eventually remember that most beastmen hear better than humans in the first place.

When you sing or hum to yourself, he finds it quite cute. Especially if it’s a song you’re practicing for a performance. He likes the feeling of being one of the first people to hear your rendition of it.

You didn’t hear this from me, but if you have an upcoming performance, he’s going to send you some things to ease your nerves. It’s pretty common to see Ruggie bitching muttering about having to “deliver another goodie basket”. He’s not mad at you; just your partner.

“Huh? Ruggie dropped by a little while ago? Hm, wonder what that was about. What? Don’t give me that look, it’s just a coincidence that you’ve got a performance comin’ up.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul immediately tries to figure out how to incorporate you into the lounge. You’ve got a beautiful voice, and he has the perfect platform to show it off. It’s just a perfect combination, no?

Of course, that’s only if you want to. He might be cruel to his employees, but he’d never turn and use the same cruelty on you.

He’ll show up to every one of your performances. The only exception is if something at the Monstro Lounge is making work late; but he’ll be sure to make it up to you later.

Although it isn’t mentioned much, he is also a good singer. Whether it’s his naturally or he got it through a contract is up for debate. If you wanted to have a duet, it might take some convincing but he’d ultimately be willing to do it.

“Oh? Are you sure you want me on stage with you? You’re not gonna let up are you? Fine, I’ll sing with you. But just this once.”

Kalim Al Asim

Kalim loves the fact that you sing! It’s a very common sight to see you and him sharing a song. Even if he’s very off-key at times.

He wants everyone to be able to hear your voice, so he’s the most supportive of any of your wishes. Want to perform at a big venue? He’s your guy. Want to have your work recorded? He knows twenty guys.

If you prefer to stay locally, that’s also fine by him. He’ll show up to each and every one of your performances, as well as staying until after it’s over so he can talk with you.

Karaoke nights at Scarabia go absolutely wild with the two of you. You, since you’re literally a professional, and Kalim because he has So Much Energy. It’s basically just giving his dorm-mates a free concert.

“Hey! They’re really liking our show! How about we give them an encore?” You’ve been going for nearly twenty minutes and your voice is tired.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is also accustomed to being on the stage so if you want any advice, he’s your guy. He’ll be pretty strict, but he’s just trying to push you to be the best.

He’ll have you do some of the training that he does for himself. Whether it be grueling hikes or practicing for hours to perfect your posture, you’re definitely gonna show quick progress. While hurting in places you didn’t know could hurt.

He’s more than happy to have you accompany him to the events he gets invited to. Even more so if you’re offered to preform.

Unfortunately, he won’t be able to attend all of your shows due to scheduling conflicts, but he still tries to make it to the vast majority. If it’s being recorded, he will watch it and still support you that way. If not, he’ll call you after it’s over to congratulate you on your show.

“Hello dear, how was your show? I’m very sorry I couldn’t make it, I’ll do my best to make it to the next one. I promise you. It’s been far overdue for me to support you in person.”

Idia Shroud

Idia immediately becomes your biggest fan. You thought he was passionate about his idols? That increases tenfold when he’s cheering you on.

Although you’re more likely to see his tablet where he’s should be, you’ll still hear his cheers through it’s speakers. In fact, the little screen will show you new cute emoticons while you sing to keep you motivated.

He’ll ramble about you to just about anyone who’ll ask. Soon the poor soul talking to him will know your entire discography and the dates of all your best performances. Spoiler: it’s all of them.

While he’ll basically melt into a nervous puddle if you ask him to sing with you onstage, he’ll be more willing to sing if it’s just the two of you. And maybe Ortho if he asks.

“Huh?! You wanna do Karaoke? With me?! But I’m not nearly the same rank as you are! I mean… I guess it’ll be cool if it’s just us. But no recording, okay?!”

Malleus Draconia

Malleus absolutely adores your singing. No matter what genre you sing, he’ll sit and listen the entire time.

If you have a performance, please tell him like a week in advance. That way he won’t loose track of the days and actually make it. He actually marks it on a little calendar in his room, it’s adorable.

He’d be over the moon if you ask him to have a duet with you. Although most of the songs he knows are centuries old, he’d love to sing something that you know.

It becomes a sort of unofficial event in the Diasomnia dorm for the two of you to sing together. Partly because the Malleus Draconia is singing and you two make really pleasing harmonies in the mostly quiet dorm.

“I wouldn’t mind if you taught me a song you enjoyed. Although I may not be able to return the favor. All of my favorites are just lullabies that were sang to me years ago.”

[mysticalmallard]

Brother To Brother

Word count: 686

Description: Opie is falling for a waitress and he feels guilty about it and seeks advice from Jax. Part 3 of the opie and the waitress mini series.

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Opie was never good with words, more of a man of action as they said. So when it came to his emotions he preferred to stuff them deep down where they wouldn't bother him.

But this was different. Something about her just got under his skin.

He walked across the mechanic shop to his best friend- brother, Jax Teller.

"Hey Jax, can I ask you something?"Jax looks up from the engine he was currently working on and turns to him with a bemused expression.

"Yeah, what's up, Ope?"

Opie takes a deep breath and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"I have a question. And I need you to be serious and not laugh, alright?"Jax stands up straight and wipes his hands on a rag, his curiosity piqued.

"Alright mate, I promise I won't laugh," he replies, his expression now serious.

Opie ran a hand through his hair, looking around to make sure no one else was close enough to hear them.

"I think I'm falling for someone," he said quietly, his eyes fixed on the garage floor.

Jax raised an eyebrow, not expecting that.

"Falling for someone, huh?" he says, crossing his arms. "And who might this 'someone' be?"

"A waitress at the cafe on the outskirts of town," Opie mutters, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "Ever since I went there I can't stop thinking about her."

Jax lets out a low whistle.

"Wow, the waitress at the cafe huh?" he repeats. "You've got it pretty bad, don't you, brother?"

Opie scowls at him, his usual bravado faltering.

"Shut up, man. I'm being serious. I have no idea what to do," he says, the corners of his mouth turning down into a frown.

Jax chuckles and pats his shoulder.

"Calm down, Ope. I'm just messing with you." He grins at his friend. "So, tell me about this waitress. What's she like?"

Opie's frown turned back up into a shy smile.

"She's...perfect," he said, leaning against a desk. "She's sweet, funny, and gorgeous. And she's got these brown eyes that just...I don't know how to explain it. You'd have to see 'em for yourself."

Jax smiles, noticing the dreamy expression on his friend's face.

"Sounds like you really do have it bad," he teases. "But seriously, if you like her so much, why don't you just ask her out?"

"The kids..Donna...Donna has only been...gone...for a year and now I'm....I don't know man...it's too soon right?"Jax's expression softened, understanding the guilt Opie felt.

"Ope, you can't think like that," he said gently. "You're allowed to move on and be happy again. Donna would want that for you."

Opie nods, his chin dropping to his chest.

"I know you're right," he says quietly. "But I can't help feeling guilty. Like I'm betraying her memory or something."

Jax lays a hand on his shoulder, his voice firm.

"You're not betraying her memory. What happened to her was tragic, but you can't let it define the rest of your life. You deserve to be happy again, brother."

Opie looks up at his best friend, appreciating his support.

"Thanks, Jax," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "I just can't shake this feeling of guilt. Like I'm doing something wrong by even thinking about another girl."

Jax shakes his head, his grip on Opie's shoulder tightening.

"You're allowed to have feelings, man," he says firmly. "And it's not wrong for you to have feelings for someone else. Everyone moves on at their own speed, and that's okay."

Opie takes a deep breath, trying to absorb Jax's words.

"I know. I just need to let go of this guilt. It feels like I'm trapped in my head, you know?"Jax nods, his expression understanding.

"I get it, Ope. But trust me, letting go of that guilt will be the best thing you can do for yourself. You deserve to be happy, and if this waitress makes you happy, then you should go for it."

Opie manages a small smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.

"Maybe you're right, Jax," he says. "Maybe I need to just take a chance and see where it leads."

[archivistofnerddom]

Bad Batch Headcanons — Moving Omega into her college dorm room

Because it’s that time of year again in the US, so why not.

Hunter

Look, this man got hit with the Dad genes hard when Omega came into his life. If you think he isn’t going to be the most emotional parent moving their kid into college, you’d be wrong. He hates that Omega is leaving home, but he’s also so excited about seeing her take her first steps into her adult life. Guess who is going to be taking the most pictures of Omega in her new dorm room and with her new roommates and floor mates?

He will be the first “parent” to make friends with the RA. He didn’t plan on it. It just sort of happened. Hunter became the RA’s go-to counselor whenever the dorm gets chaotic and they need advice.

Hunter is also the one most likely to teach a few self-defense classes for everyone on Omega’s floor. Safety is a big must for him. His overprotective instincts extend beyond Omega very quickly.

He’s also becomes friends with all of Omega’s floormates’ parents. They have an ongoing text message thread. (Their kids don’t know that fact. Neither do the rest of the Batch.)

Hunter will also be the one who sends the best care packages. (The entire Batch help, of course, but Hunter takes point on making sure that Omega gets care package from her brothers.)

Crosshair

He is a man of few words, but he is the first person to clock every annoying punk kid who might give Omega a hard time. Crosshair is the one who nips that in the bud before it becomes a problem. He might not be the obviously overprotective big brother, but he is still protective.

Crosshair parks it in the common room if anyone needs him. Just poke him if you need help moving stuff. (He’s probably taking a nap, so be careful.)

He’s also the one who just so happens to leave alcohol under Omega’s bed. Don’t worry. Crosshair trusts her to be relatively responsible, but he also knows what’s up in college. Just don’t tell Hunter about that.

Weirdly, he gets along with all the younger siblings who got dragged in to help their older siblings move into college. Crosshair won’t entertain them, but he’ll be the adult in the common room when they need a break. Kids love that he’s a little shit.

He won’t admit that he’ll miss Omega now that she’s in college and out of the house, but he does.

Tech

He figured out how bad the firewalls at Omega’s college were before she moved in. He found them to be laughable. He also built her a laptop with ridiculously good protection and storage space. Tech is not going to let his little sister have a computer that would be open to any number of virus due to bad college firewalls.

Tech won’t admit to hacking into the registrar’s office to make sure that Omega gets her preferred classes (and the ideal class schedule). No one can prove that he didn’t though.

He’s also made sure she’s got a perfectly serviceable college-appropriate car. The amount of safety features are clearly post-market though. Tech won’t sacrifice Omega’s safety for anything. (He also included a few fun upgrades that he definitely didn’t tell Hunter about.)

Tech established a secure chat room and Discord channel for Omega and her friends. He sometimes pops in to offer computer support.

Omega gets a customized gaming set-up courtesy of Tech. He schedules hang-out time around her schedule where they game together.

Wrecker

Wrecker basically moves everyone into Omega’s dorm. Once he gets going, there’s no stopping him. Every single dad appreciates that he’s there to do the heavy lifting.

After Hunter, he’s the second most emotional person about moving Omega into her college dorm. Wrecker can’t believe how big she’s gotten.

He leaves Lula on her bed when the Batch finally leaves campus. Omega is going to need that familiar comfort when she’s finally alone. He feels better about leaving her there with the knowledge that she has Lula with her.

Wrecker is responsible for Omega’s dorm room decor. He makes her room feel like home, complete with twinkle lights and calming colors.

He’s absolutely the one rocking all of the college swag. Wrecker raided the college store and made sure the entire Batch is geared up appropriately. (His brothers appreciate him doing that. It’s debatable if Omega does as well.)

Echo

Guess who is Mr. Snack and Supply King? Yeah, this guy. He’s the one to make sure that Omega is stocked up on everything she needs to get started at college. Hunter may be the care package dad, but Echo will always do the grocery store run.

He is also the one who finds the best deals on all her books. (Echo and Tech collaborate on that front.) Word quietly goes around the floor that Echo knows things, so he gets hit up by cash-strapped students. (He always does what he can to help.)

Wrecker stuck a college-branded baseball cap on his head shortly after they arrived to move Omega into her dorm room. Echo didn’t take it off. He’s so proud of Omega.

He also makes friends with Omega’s RA. Echo is the one who can help with dealing with stupid shenanigans that college kids get up to when left unsupervised.

Echo is also the one who gets called when Omega and her friends get into trouble during orientation weekend. He’s the one who will definitely bail them out with minimal questions asked. (That conversation will happen with Omega one-on-one later.)

Omega

She’s super excited about taking these next steps into her adult life. It’s a big move for her. That doesn’t mean that she won’t miss her brothers though.

Omega appreciates that they all moved her into her dorm room. Having their support means a lot to her.

She had scheduled calls with all of them set up before she even moved into her dorm room.

Omega has no trouble making friends in her dorm and on campus. She’s also going to be bringing friends who don’t have family nearby home on school breaks. She doesn’t want anyone to miss out on being around family, even if it’s just her weird family.

Even though she’s excited about this new stage in her life, she also gets sad when her brothers leave. She’s grateful that she has Lula. (Omega snuck a plushie from the college store into the car for Wrecker to find to replace Lula.)

+Rex

Somehow, he got roped into moving Omega into her college dorm room. He’s not sure how that happened. It just did, and here he is. So, he makes the best of the situation.

All of the moms love him.

Rex is a very handy guy. He gets all the beds lofted in a timely fashion.

Everyone thinks that he’s Omega’s dad. (He gets a kick out of it, especially since Hunter gets increasingly annoyed by that fact.)

[coralhoneyrose]

📚 🔮 ?

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

Oh man, there’s a whole bunch of them as a matter of fact! I made a list for an anonymous ask a while back that you can find here, but there have been some other excellent chrobin fics I have found or re-discovered since then, so here’s a few additions:

Our Last First Meeting

Elevation

Flushed

Mate in Four

Went looking for a creation myth; ended up with a pair of cracked lips

Day of the Dead

As It Should Be

Guilt and Forgiveness 

Heavy is the Head 

Mental math

The Best Dad Ever

Firefly

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

I do have some, actually! Most of this has probably been said before, but here’s some stuff that has helped me:

Take a break. Like a real break where you’re not even trying to write or plan for your writing and set a minimum length for the break ahead of time. If you find yourself wanting to write during the break anyway, don't. Better to make yourself take the time away and give yourself a chance to miss it; also, you don't want to teach your brain that the breaks are conditional it needs to be a real period with absolutely zero expectations of producing anything.  

When you come back to writing afterwards, don’t bite off more than you can chew. Start with small goals like “I will write for 10 minutes and if I am not enjoying it at the end, then I will honor my feelings and stop”. If you have a hard time with accountability, try telling a friend you will start at a certain time and having them message you once the time is up to ask if you were able to follow through and how it went. 

Fresh air!! If it’s feasible, preferably somewhere with trees or a body of water. Could be good to go alone as well, or with someone who won’t expect you to talk the whole time. Making time to let your thoughts wander and to daydream is important for replenishing creative reserves.

Try a hand at drawer fic. Write something really different from what you’ve been working on with no intention to ever publish it or necessarily show it to anyone. Just let yourself focus on the actual creation process without all the pressures

Talk with friends about some of the things you love / that get you excited about whatever thing you’re trying to write (may work better with fic than original work but could probably be made to work in either case)

Put on really good music when you sit down to write. I recommend something instrumental personally, since my brain has a hard time making words if I am listening to someone else’s, but that sort of thing is different for everyone.

Read books with prose you find inspiring and take notes (can just be on your phone) on the writing techniques the author uses that you like or specific word choices and phrasing you find interesting. Next time you sit down to write, revisit it to get some ideas flowing

This last one is kinda specific and may only be applicable to certain types of writer’s block and burn out, but I was in a bit of a writing slump not long ago and reading this blog post was very reassuring to me. To generalize it a little more, maybe try looking into other writing communities or listening to other writers share their experiences with the same thing. One of the scary things about writer’s block / burn out is that when you’re in it, it can feel like it will never end. Hearing from other people who have been in the same position as you can be really reassuring <3

[zeroducks-2]

Hello! I'm just starting to write Omegaverse fic, and I was wondering if you knew any good resources for the way that things like scenting, and claiming bites work? The wiki isn't very helpful but it seems like there is some established ways these things work. Or if you're not too busy maybe you can explain the bites? Sorry for bothering you!

I'm glad you came to me for advice, it's my pleasure to give some :)

You don't find much on the wiki or online in general because there aren't set rules, just a canvas on which we all sketch. The resources you can use are other fanfictions, really! Just read a ton of A/B/O fics and get inspired, you can do whatever you want with the concept.

But in case you might find it useful, I will make a list of the elements I use to construct my Omegaverse fanfictions. Please note that these are not strict rules and tend to vary from fic to fic.

(TW: discussion of bodily fluids, pregnancy, genitals, general a/b/o fuckery. All of this is just the way I do things in my fics, it is not what I assume should be always done or what I expect to find on other people's stories.)

Genders.

I don't call Alpha, Beta and Omega "secondary genders" like many people would do. Being A, B or O is way more important than anything else when it comes to 90% of how an A/B/O society is built, so if anything, it should be called "primary gender".

I myself call it hormonal designation. If someone is a man or a woman (or anything else) on top of that, it's entirely a social construct and it's a case-by-case basis. A combination of "she/they" and "he/they" tends to be the default.

Sex.

There are more specific variants to this but on average, every designation has all genitals and it's uncommon to not have both penis and pussy. When it happens that an Omega doesn't have a pussy they can still be knotted and conceive. When it happens that an Alpha doesn't have a penis, they're functionally infertile.

Fertility.

Technically, everyone can get pregnant if they have the correct genital apparatus for it, even Alphas, and everyone can impregnate (even Omegas). It is however the norm for an Alpha to sire pups and for an Omega to bear them. Even if Alphas or Betas have pussies, they will likely be lacking in some physiological department and therefore be unable to bear pups.

Presentation Heat/Presentation Rut.

Can happen from when a pup is about 11 to when they're about 15. Any earlier or later it means there are physiological or psychological issues. The presentation marks the moment when a pup starts being fertile and experiencing heats and ruts, and if they're technically still a pup or not varies from society to society. Betas don't experience this.

It is possible to determine if a pup will be A, B or O earlier than their presentation, based on smell, temperament and if available, hormonal testing.

Heats and Ruts.

They're cyclical, and they normally happen on a two-three months basis. It's the moment where they're most fertile, but also most vulnerable and violent since the hormonal surges fuck with their inhibitions. An Omega in heat will likely need to be knotted to orgasm and their body will try to milk it (it works as a prolonged orgasm and can last 2-5 minutes) to strengthen the chance of reproduction. In case they don't have a mate or anyway someone to ride their heat with, they will prefer to spend it with their packs rather than alone.

Knotting.

A swell at the base of an Alphas' cock, inflates shortly before an orgasm and keeps the partner plugged while the climax happens (enhances the chances of pregnancy happening). Knotting an Omega normally results in the latter climaxing since it presses on a number of specific nerves past the entrance of their sex. Betas and other Alphas can take knots but it's harder for them and they need a lot more preparation. A knot can last anywhere between a few minutes to almost an hour, but an experienced Alpha can avoid knotting their partner (or making it last very short) if they don't have time to stay locked together. An experienced Omega can slip off a knot by tightening and relaxing their walls in the right way, but it gets harder if they're in heat.

Heat and Rut suppressants.

What says on the tin. Essentially they work like contraceptives and won't allow the cycle to happen (some are also literal contraceptives and will prevent pregnancy). How they work specifically varies entirely from fic to fic, and in some they just don't exist or are illegal.

Scenting.

Scenting is done between people of the same pack, or between people who are sharing an intimate connection. But it can be also done to assert dominance and as a proprietary gesture, since it directly transfers one's scent onto either someone or something. Every designation does this, and it often happens that in a nest, there will be scented items of the nest owner's loved ones.

Scent-marking.

An act of dominance made to signal to other "suitors" that this one is taken, even if they're not mated or claimed. It's done through bodily fluids (licking glands, orgasming and/or pissing onto or into someone).

Scent blockers/patches.

What says on the tin. In some settings it is mandatory for everyone, Betas included, to always wear patches and it's considered rude not to do it. In some others, perfumes and colognes are used to mix with the natural body odor, lessening the need for patches.

Scent patches are used to hide someone's identity (since scents are strictly personal) and also someone's intentions and emotions, since those do carry into a person's smell. It is possible to tell a person's strong feelings/emotions through their smell if there's a physical side to them, like fear, anger, happiness, embarrassment, lust.

Scents are a fundamental part of an A/B/O society, therefore the use of scent patches isn't to be taken lightly.

Scent glands.

Sensitive spots which produce pheromones. They are an erogenous zone. The placement of them varies from fic to fic, but normally they're situated on the neck, wrists and/or sides, armpits, inner thighs. Every designation has them.

Mating glands.

Sensitive spot which can be marked to signify the person belongs to a pack, and/or is mated to another person. It's an erogenous zone. Every designation has them.

Mating bites.

Pack members will sometimes share a mating bite. It leaves a visible scar and it's a quick identifier for "this one is taken". It serves legal purposes in many A/B/O settings. It depends from fic to fic if it needs to be reiterated from time to time, or if it will stay unless the mated person either dies or willingly erases it. More than two people at the same time can share a mating bond. Receiving it is kind of a big deal and causes strong physical reactions, therefore the receiver must be prepared and in the correct state of mind for the experience to be smooth and without unpleasant side effects.

Every designation can give and receive mating bites.

Claiming bites.

Non-reciprocated mating bites. Someone who's claimed has a mating bite but never gave a mating bite in return, functionally signaling they're property to whoever claimed them. It serves legal purposes in many A/B/O settings. Same as for the mating bite - receiving it is kind of a big deal and causes strong physical reactions, therefore the receiver must be prepared and in the correct state of mind for the experience to be smooth and without unpleasant side effects.

Every designation can give and receive claiming bites.

Submission bites.

Very painful bites given anywhere on the neck, but mostly on the glands. They're meant to tame unruly pups, unruly mates, or generally just to hurt and put someone in their place. They can be resisted - a submission bite is effective only if who gives it can enforce it. Lots of people consider it a very bad practice and will condemn it, however this depends from fic to fic.

Every designation can give and receive submission bites.

Pack bites.

A light bite given on the opposite side of the mating gland. It tends to be used between pack members which live far away from each other as a form of token of belonging, or by Alphas with big packs as a form of census. Sometimes parents will give one to their young pups, again as a token of belonging.

Scruffing.

The scruff is a soft part on the nape of the neck, it can be situated at the base of the skull or anywhere closer to the shoulders. Pressure on it is used to calm down pups when they're fussing, it's a sensitive spot and adults might either love or hate having it touched. It's an erogenous zone for some people, and everyone has them regardless of their designation. It can be very humiliating to be scruffed in public and have a strong reaction, so it's considered good practice to never touch someone else's scruff without permission.

(many fics will have scruffing as a submission dynamic which only exists for Omegas, but I don't subscribe to that)

Nesting.

The gathering of soft clothes, pillows and generic bedding material arranged as a comfortable place to sleep, snuggle and mate. Provides comfort and safety. Being denied a nest for long periods of time is a form of violence. Having a scented item in a nest will endear the nest owner to that person's smell, even if they never met before.

Nests can be personal or shared among members of the same pack.

Packs.

Packs have a very broad definition. It can be a classic dynamic with pack Alpha, pack Omega and pups, or it can be the most dynamic kind of thing with multiple situations going on (three Alphas mated together and their adopted pups, a solitary Omega and a couple of Beta in an open relationship with folks from another pack). The definition of pack is therefore personal, but in some fic I do use it as a legally binding caveat for plot reasons.

I hope this was an exhaustive and fun read! I hope I haven't forgotten anything along the way :)

Sounds (snarling, chuffing, purring, rumbling, clicking, crooning, trilling, etc).

They all make them, but some are more common between pups (like trilling and chirping), and some are more effective if coming from an Omega (purring or crooning), and some other tend to be considered more properly Alphan (roaring, snarling). They mean different things in different situations, and can be effective substitutes for properly spoken language if the exchange is simple.

[bunny-atsunset]

[softdom!Leona as Your S/O Headcanons] PART 1: SFW

This lion forgets nothing! He is a genius after all so even though he mostly keeps it to himself he remembers all of your conversations and takes note of your special interests. He may not always understand them or be into them but he tries to be a supportive mate.

He reads your body language well and knows when you're mad, sad, or flustered. He memorizes your preferences when it comes to food, clothing, and drink. He takes note of what position you fall asleep in and your class schedule. When he does manage to come to class with you he always brings two of everything.

Leona wants nothing more than to have an equal, a partner, a mate. He secretly wants to be by your side at all times. (Even though he recognizes that this is NOT realistic.) Quality time and physical touch are his favorite love languages to give and receive.

He gives you your space when you request it or want to go hang out with your friends. He wants you happy. And will deny that little pang of insecurity and jealousy he gets when he thinks about how boring he might compare to your more light-hearted friends. He just wants to make sure you actually have a good time around him too. So, he might need some reassurance in that department.

The lion makes an effort to eat his meals with you OR pretend he hasn't eaten yet so he can eat with you again. (He doesn't mind the extra meals, and he encourages you to have them too!) He will try to stay up till you come to his dorm to spend the night OR sometimes he might come to yours as well. He wants to make sure you are okay and subtly tucks you in the blankets so you are comfortable before you two fall asleep together. He can have a hard time sleeping at times, but having you there comforts him.

Leona's heart tugs when he sees you in his clothes or things he has given to you. Not only does it mark you with his smell but the mingling of your scents is a reminder that you chose him over everyone else and that you are his.

He doesn't make a big fuss about all the gifts though. There is no fanfare, wrapping paper, or bows. He just sighs and asks "What do you need, bun?" His whole closet is at your access 24/7. He knows you can be a proud thing but, he will give you anything if you just ask. He cares little for material things himself but if they can make life easier for you, then his bunny will have it.

However, as soft as he is for you this man will CALL YOU OUT and s c o l d you. He will give you tough love when you need it and not mince words. Most likely, he acted as a mentor figure to you before you were together, begrudgingly helping you in class as a subtle way to show his affection for you. Ask him for advice on any subject since he is very knowledgeable about most things. It won't be the most sugar-coated words but he will be honest with you because he respects you.

He loves to talk with you about his culture and he will teach you new words in his native language and about traditions in the palace. This will get him thinking of the f u t u r e for once, secretly fantasizing about how both your lives might play out together. This man is always 5 moves ahead when it comes to you. He can't help it, it's in his nature.

Expect to be groomed and scent-marked often by him. It is traditional for beastmen to do and he learned it from books he used to read on the subject. After you two are alone is when he saves his special nicknames for you. He hums them in your ear as he lazily braids a piece of your hair to match his, occasionally licking your neck affectionately. He loves baths too and he will always ask you to join him. If you help him wash his hair and brush it out he will scrub your back for you and dry you off, wrapping you in your towel.

Leona will rub his face all over yours and bury his nose in your hair often. He requests lots of attention too, nudging at you and laying his head in your lap until you get the message to pet him back. (He's sometimes too proud to just ask.) Groom him back by detangling his hair or massaging his face. Make sure you include the sensitive area of his scarred eye and kiss it gently.

"Keep doing that bun...and you'll never get ridda' me."

[bf-skz]

24 to 25 days of SKZMAS | December 25th - Finale

pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

genre: mutual pining

synopsis: It is the day of the long-awaited Christmas party, and everyone has a date to spend the night with. Everyone other than Jisung and his deskmate...

warnings: -

words: 2604

a/n: how we refer to the boys' dates:

Chan: significant other

Minho: partner in crime

Changbin: lover

Hyunjin: better half

Jisung: lovebug

Felix: soulmate

Seungmin: sweetheart

Jeongin: date

25th day of SKZMAS

December 25th

You are not sure what to expect from this Christmas party. You have attended a number of such parties before, of course, but this one feels different somehow. Being on the organizing committee, you are kind of expected to take credit for all the hard work that went into the decoration, catering and planning of the night… which you aren't sure you deserve.

Granted, you've been a little distracted. With the emotional rollercoaster of the past weeks, you wouldn't blame anyone for not having their head in the game, but of course, you do blame yourself. You just can't seem to get over the fact that you were one step away from happily ever after… until it disappeared with a disappointing poof.

“Yo, everything alright?” Jisung asks as he stops by your side. He looks gorgeous, even more so than usual. He is wearing a red shirt with tight, black jeans and his signature chunky boots, and a goofy, Grinch-esque clip-on tie around his neck. He looks effortlessly gorgeous and you would prefer not to look at him… it just makes it all harder.

“Peachy.” you hum, but you undeniably check him out from head to toe before looking away. “Kind of feeling bad for leaving all the work for Felix and his soulmate.” you admit as you glance over to the couple, snacking at the chocolate fountain.

“Oh, that. Yeah.” Jisung says in a mutter. He hasn’t really thought about that. “But they love these things! Look at them, I am sure they would’ve never taken the extra step if it wasn’t for the organizing shenanigans. And for my genius advice, of course.”

“Yeah, what would we do without you?” you ask with a sad sigh. “Do you wanna get some champagne?”

“Duh, let’s get fucked up!” Jisung grins at you and takes your hand in his, tugging you along to the table with the drinks. You run into Chan and his significant other, the latter sipping some wine, the former pouring some hot chocolate for himself.

“Are you the designated driver?” you ask Chan playfully as you reach them, holding Jisung’s hand tighter, not wanting him to let go.

“No, I'm pregnant.” he jokes as he clings his glass with his significant other’s. “Just kidding.” he says and he seems to be much more relaxed and laid-back. He is pretty cool, compared to the ball of stress you see him as in the office.

“You guys have been together forever, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were.” Jisung says with a sweet smile, and he also pours some drinks for the two of you. “No pressure, though. You are young and have your whole life ahead!” he adds, and you bite back a smile. Yeah, definitely an expert on love.

“I promise, you will be the first to know.” his significant other chuckles and they gently touch Chan’s arm. “Can you take this for me? I have to use the bathroom.”

“Sure thing.” he smiles oh so fondly before exchanging a quick peck on the lips and taking their drink.

“Could you guys keep a secret?” Chan asks suddenly when his significant other is out of hearing distance.

“Oh we love secrets!” you gasp, leaning in eagerly.

“I am very good at keeping them.” Jisung nods solemnly. “Wait, are you actually-”

“No, Jisung.” Chan rolls his eyes but he can't bite back his grin. “I’m going to propose to them in Paris.” he announces in a hushed tone before taking out a box from his inside pocket.

“Oh my god, it's beautiful!” you compliment as he opens the box and shows off a shiny ring. He must have been saving up… and he is proposing in Paris? So romantic!

“Oh, mate, congrats! That’s like, the most romantic thing ever.” Jisung says excitedly, and did you imagine it or did he actually glance at you just now?

“Thank you.” he chuckles, looking between the two of you. “I hope they say yes.” he wonders before slipping the ring back in his pocket. “What are your plans for the future?”

“O-our?” Jisung asks, glancing at you. “Well, we plan on getting drunk tonight, spending the holidays at home, and then probably New Year’s- oh, shit, right, I forgot to tell you, I’m throwing a party on New Year’s! Please come?” he asks you with big, puppy eyes. With everything going on, he sorta just expected that you would always be around… no party is perfect without you.

You are quite taken aback, as you always are by Jisung’s sudden outbursts. You try your best to not get hurt at the fact that he forgot to invite you up until now.

“I will think about it.” you respond instead. Maybe you should go on a dating site and forget about your feelings for Jisung, you think. Soon enough, Chan’s significant other returns from the bathroom and they start being cute and lovey-dovey in no time. You long to have what they have…

“Everyone is so in love.” Jisung also notes, looking around to spot Seungmin and his sweetheart gushing over a photo album, Jeongin and his date dancing to the cheesy Christmas song that’s playing, and Minho… well.

“You can’t eat more pudding than me. Do you even know me?” Minho scoffs, watching his partner in crime with a grimace but you can tell they are holding hands under the table.

“Oh yeah? Is that a challenge?” they question him with a cocked brow.

“Good to see that some things never change.” you chuckle at the sight of the two.

“What? You couldn't seriously think that we will be like Chan and his significant other.” the partner in crime chuckles.

“I wouldn’t dare.” Jisung says, a shiver running down his spine. Seeing Minho so whipped… that sounds terrifying.

“What are the two of you up to, now that the Christmas party is done?” Minho asks, watching the two of you intently.

Why does everyone assume there is anything going on? “Getting drunk. Enjoying the party.” you shrug. “What about you two?”

“Vengeance.” your colleague says from Minho’s side before they exchange a devilish grin.

“Oh no. One Minho was terrifying enough, now there is two?!” Changbin sighs from a few chairs away, sipping his eggnog, arm around his lover’s shoulders.

“Ew, don't compare us!” Minho’s partner in crime frowns.

“They really are the same. You were right.” Changbin’s lover chuckles, patting his cheek gently.

“I’m always right, baby.” Changbin says with a handsome grin, leaning in to press a kiss on their lips.

Jisung shakes his head sadly, pointing fingerguns at the two. “Another one.” he says and bites in his bottom lip as the textbook example of a sad fuckboy.

“Don’t do that.” you giggle, pushing him a tiny bit as the alcohol seeps in your brain. “We can at least count on Hyunjin…” you start but when you search for him, you find him looking at his roommate with fond and loving eyes, holding their hand tight and caressing their knuckles with his thumbs. “I'll take that back.” you whine.

“It looks like it's only you two who couldn't find a date for this party.” Seungmin materializes from thin air, making Jisung jump.

“Holy sh- you are so freaking creepy sometimes!” Jisung whines, and realizes only a second later that he took your hand in fear. He lets go quickly, clearing his throat. “Well, unlike you overly romantic folk, we don't need a date, right?” he asks, looking at you. “We have each other. That's better than any date.”

“Jesus.” you mutter under your breath. “You are so… unbelievable sometimes.” you huff, anger fuming through your body due to the pain of rejection. “Excuse me. I have to go to the restroom.” And with that, you are off.

“You are very dense, aren't you?” Seungmin scoffs. Jisung is frozen in his tracks, blinking after you as you disappear in the bathroom.

“What’s going on?” Hyunjin arrives, holding his better half's hand while the other is planted in his suit jacket.

“I- have no idea.” Jisung says as he looks around his friends. “Did I say something wrong?”

“You’ve only been saying the wrong things.” Seungmin explains. “You should take a hint from Jeongin. He got himself a date in a month and you have been pining for how long exactly?”

“Around two years.” Jisung says absently before he blinks up at Seungmin. “Wait- how did you-”

“Jisung, honey, everyone knows.” Minho’s partner in crime says.

“I think you should thank Felix for putting up with your dumbassery for the past month because if I were him, I probably would've locked the two of you in a storage room until you confess.” Minho says nonchalantly.

At that, Jeongin, who has just sat down with his date, turns to them with wide eyes. Jisung stares at him, shaking his head slowly.

“I don't think that would have helped, hyung.” Jeongin chuckles nervously, stuffing his mouth with a Christmas cookie.

“You little-” Jisung mutters before he meets Minho's eyes.

“Go after them, Hannie.” he says softly, and wow, is he dying or something? Why is Minho not calling him an idiot? “Don't be an idiot.”

“Ah, yeah, okay.” Jisung says, taking a deep breath and starting towards the door which leads to the bathrooms.

“Do you guys think he will be okay?” Changbin’s lover asks.

“He is a smart boy, despite everything you've just witnessed.” Changbin says with a smile, pressing a kiss on their cheek. “They've been like this forever… it's high time one of them made a move.”

Jisung runs into you as you are about to return, having forgotten your phone on the booze table. Just your luck… and now, you are staring at the face you've been trying your hardest to ignore, or at least find it in yourself to not care about.

“Oh- I was just… about to go looking for you.” Jisung says and you watch him nervously chew down on his bottom lip.

“I told you, I went to the bathroom.” you sigh tiredly. “What? You couldn't stand all the couples any longer?”

“No, that's not it…” Jisung mutters, eyes running around your face. Is it really possible that he has been ignoring all the signs so far? “Actually… I wanted to see if you are okay. Because I, well, I care about you.”

As a friend would, you remind yourself. “I’m okay, don't worry.” you sigh and bite your tongue. “We shouldn't hang out this much.” However, the words still roll off your tongue despite your best efforts.

Jisung's eyes grow wide, almost comically so, and he is at a loss for words for a second. “... what? Why?!”

“Because!” you whine, not really wanting to explain how embarrassingly in love you are with him. “If we keep hanging out, we might never have the chance to find a new love.”

“Then don't!” Jisung exclaims. In the shocked silence, he looks just as surprised that he said that as you are. “I mean! You are wonderful and truly one of the coolest people I know! And you deserve true love more than anyone I've ever known! And if it is with someone else, well, that has to be fine with me because I fucked up my own chance already.” he says and his face is gradually turning more and more miserable.

“Jisung, slow down and rewind.” you shut your eyes as you think back of what he said. “You haven't ruined your chances. It just doesn't make sense, why do I give you all these chances when you are clearly not interested in me.” you pout.

Jisung closes his eyes, trying to recompose himself. His mind is doing the thing again where he is letting his stream of consciousness flow without making any sense.

“Guys?”

You both look up to see all your friends watching the two of you, with Felix pointing at you. No, not at you, something above you.

“Oh.” is all Jisung can say as you both stare at the mistletoe sneakily hanging over your heads.

“Oh.” you mirror him, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Took you long enough to stand here.” Felix's soulmate chuckles.

“They trapped us on purpose.” Jisung says, looking at you with a little smile and he is fidgeting with his fingers. “So, uhm… it would be rude not to follow the tradition.” he says in a small, hopeful voice. “Do you think I could… kiss you maybe?”

All air is knocked out of your chest at his question as you stare at each other. Jisung's eyes are filled with hope and worry while your own heart picks up a deafening pace.

“Yes.” is all you mutter and out of the corner of your eye you can see Felix’s soulmate grabbing his hand and dragging him away to give you privacy.

And with that, Jisung plucks up all the courage he has left in him to lean in and press a kiss on your lips. The angle is a little awkward at first, but once you kiss him back, he seems to remember how to move his hands and he places one on your cheek, the other on your waist to pull you closer.

You grab onto his shirt as you pull him flat against your chest, the two of you now fully making out and you swear you can feel yourself levitating. He must feel it too because he holds onto you tighter, worried that you might slip out of his hold if he isn't careful enough.

“Oh my gosh, look away.” Jeongin's date tells him and covers his eyes with a chuckle.

It makes Jisung come back to his senses, and he reluctantly pulls away. You are glad to see you had a similar effect on him as he did on you, because his breathing is shallow and he can't wipe that cute, dumb little smile off his face.

“Holy shit.” he mutters, giggling and holding you tightly against him. “You like me back.”

“Of course I like you, dumbass!” you gasp, hitting his chest. “You could have asked, you know! I had a crush on you since my first day here.”

“You mean we could've been doing this for 2 years?!” he asks and his cheeks are bright pink now. “But- you can't just walk up to the new person on their first day like hi, you are gorgeous, wanna make out? Even though I very much wanted to, but was told I shouldn't!”

“Who told you that?” you chuckle at his honesty, drawing little circles on his chest.

Jisung instinctively glances at Minho who is trying to hide behind his glass of wine. “Doesn't matter.” he shakes his head before he cups your cheeks with both hands. “All that matters is that you don't find me weird for being in love with you.”

“God.” you blush and lean in his cold palms. “No. If you agree to not find me weird for being in love with you too.”

“Oh.” Jisung says and his grin grows unbelievably wider, eyes disappearing almost completely and you have never loved anyone more. “No, I think that's pretty convenient then.” he says before pulling you in for another kiss.

You giggle into the kiss, hugging him tight as the two of you make out.

“Your plan worked.” Felix's soulmate giggles cutely, playing with his hand.

“Yeah, let's pretend this wasn't the backup plan of the backup plan.” Felix grins and he presses a kiss on their forehead. At the end of the day, he was right. This is the best Christmas ever.

The End. ♡

[carlisles-girl]

OMG UR CAIUS FIC WAS SO GOOD COULD YOU DO SOMETHING AB ARO PLEASE

a/n: Thank you so much! I’m very excited to write for Aro, he’s one of my favourite characters, more so because of Michael Sheen’s performance. I put a slight reference to something in this, you might catch it if you know other projects Michael Sheen has been in, but you might not, and that’s alright. Hope you enjoy <3

another a/n: I did put one or two feminine terms in this work, such as ‘mia regina’ which is ‘my queen’ in Italian, so do skip over it or replace it with something else if you’d like. I love writing this type of material in the middle of my classes, it adds so much adrenaline to not get caught.

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Aro Volturi With A Human Mate

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Instead of being angry and frustrated like Caius, Aro was more excited.

Like as if he was getting ready for a big party.

A human for a mate was inevitable for some vampires, of course, but Aro didn’t expect to be included in the some.

He was excited since it was rare for such high profile vampires to socialize with humans.

Aro often gushed to his brothers, excited to meet you, but also for them to meet you.

He wanted to host a ball for your welcome.

But Marcus noted that it would probably be slightly frightening for you to be in a room full of vampires.

Most of the vampires would look at you as if you were some sort of a snack.

Because it Marcus’ comment, Aro assumed it would be a greater choice to send an invitation to a tour of the castle.

Free of cost, of course.

When you had received the invitation, you were beyond excited.

An invitation to a tour of an ancient castle with endless legends, for free?

Absolutely.

The tour was the next day, so of course you were slightly nervous.

When the tour commenced, a very pretty woman named Heidi lead the tour group.

She began to speak of secrets of the castle, as well as secret corridors and legends.

Some things a normal tour guide would most likely have no idea about.

Heidi then looked in your direction, and smiled brightly at you.

“It’s very lovely here. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Just when she had finished her sentence, she opened the doors where there were three men sitting in thrones, and what seemed to be 4 guards.

The man who sat in the middle, greeted everyone and began speaking greatly of the castle.

He had only stopped when he motioned for your tour guide, Heidi, to come forward.

She did as told, and held her hand out towards him.

You would have thought it was to greet him, but it seemed like he was concentrated, or zoned out.

“Magnifico! I will get Demetri to escort them.” (Translation: “Magnificent! I will get Demetri to escort them.”

A man who you assumed was Demetri, walked in your direction.

“Come with me, all will be alright, rest assured. However, do not look behind you.”

You went with him, doing as he said, but immediately turned around when the rest of the tour began screaming.

“What the hell was that?!”

Demetri just grabbed your wrist and brought you upstairs.

“Just stay in here, I’ve been instructed to keep you under my eye. Aro will explain everything to you.”

“Aro?”

“The man who sat in the middle throne.”

You nodded, and decided to sit on one of the window seats.

You wanted to ask Demetri as many questions as you wanted to, but you didn’t want to bother him, or disrupt him from his job.

When the door had opened and Demetri bid his farewells, you had turned around and saw Aro.

“You must be Y/n, correct?”

“Yeah, and you’re Aro?”

“I am, I assume you have a good amount of questions?”

You nodded, and Aro moved swiftly but smoothly towards the opposite side of the window seat.

“May I?”

“Of course.”

He sat opposite to you, and smiled slightly at you.

“There’s no need to be afraid of me, or the others. You’re the most safe you could ever be in the castle. I promise you, I will keep you safe.”

“May I ask why the rest of the tourists were screaming when I left?”

“I sense that that question should be answered later, appropriately.”

You were slightly frightened as to what the final answer would be, it could be anything.

Perhaps there was a reenactment of the past after you had been escorted, one of the tourists got pushed and the rest screamed since one of them fell, or the worst:

They were murdered.

“I feel like I already know what happened.”

“I sense that you do know, too. I will tell you everything in a moment. But for now, would you care to lend me your hand?”

You trusted Aro, though you were positive your ancestors were screaming from above or below not to trust him.

You held your hand out in front of him, and before he held your hand in his own, he asked for permission or something else.

“I want you to think of the happiest memory you have stored in your mind, I will describe it to you. I will not see anything else besides the things you want to show me, unless I have your permission.”

You thought of a memory, and then placed your hand in Aro’s palm.

He covered the back of your hand with the palm of his other hand, then he began telling you small details of your chosen memories you had even forgotten about.

When he was finished, he brought his head up from looking down, and smiled at your face of bewilderment.

“That is so cool! Is that like your superhero power?”

Aro smiled widely at your interest in his gift, and began explaining what his was.

“I have a gift, it’s called tactile telepathy. I can read everyone’s thoughts and memories with a single touch. The others in this coven have multiple different gifts, they help keep us safe.”

“So you’re all like superheroes?”

“Vampires, darling.”

After that, Aro enjoyed seeing your memories whenever you two were apart for some sort of time.

Especially say you were having a difficult time attempting to explain something to him, he would hold your hand and immediately understand what you were trying to say.

“I understand you, cara mia. I always will.”

And he was right, he understands you in every way possible.

Aro memorized your body language on how you react to different things, as well as your facial expressions.

When you’re uncomfortable with something, he will do absolutely everything in his power to make you comfortable.

Aro will burn down the entire world for you.

When it’s time for you to go to sleep, you best believe that Aro set up the most lavish and comfortable room for you.

The best and most comfortable bed, of course.

You lay down on his chest, and he brushes the hair out of your face, admiring your tired eyes looking back at him.

“Would you like for me to read to you, dearest?”

You nodded your head, and Aro would get up from wherever he was seated, swiftly retrieve a book, lay back down next to you, and begin reading.

He loved having you hold his hand while he read, it lets him see what you’re imagining the scene that he’s reading to you.

And when you fell asleep while he was reading, he would be so very content.

You curled up next to him, sound asleep on his chest.

Aro adored seeing what you were dreaming.

He loved how humans brains worked while they were sleeping, keeping your mind entertained with multiple little scenarios.

When you woke up, however, Aro would prefer to have you describe your dreams, if you remembered them.

He loved to learn more about humans, especially in the modern age.

And you loved to learn more about vampires, especially in the ancient times.

Aro would often tell you stories of each coven he encountered, his old family and friends, and his past human life.

As much as he wants you to be changed into a vampire like the rest, he can’t help but smile whenever you got slightly nervous around him, stuttering over your words, and hiding your face with your hands out of embarrassment.

He pays attention to little details about you.

Especially your eyes.

Even the shade of your eyes stops him from changing you. Your eyes wouldn’t be as unique anymore, they’d be the same red as everyone else’s.

“You have the most magnificent shade of colour in your eyes, mia regina. I simply cannot get enough of them.”

Being absolute best friends with Demetri.

But wherever Demetri was, Felix wasn’t too far behind.

You three are like a troublemaker trio, always causing trouble and pulling pranks on different members of the guard.

Never Jane or Alec, though. Unless it was a scheduled board game night or something along the lines.

Which Alec loved to take away different players senses, allowing him to cheat in the games you’d play.

He doesn’t do it all the time, though.

Marcus was a lot more welcoming towards you, perhaps more than anyone else.

Whenever Aro couldn’t, he’d show you different areas of the castle you hadn’t seen yet, and would give you wonderful pieces of advice along the way.

“Remember to stay true to yourself, never let anyone think for you.”

Aro will spoil you insanely.

If you mention a specific piece of clothing even once, you better expect that when you wake up the next morning, Aro has an elegantly wrapped package placed at the foot of your bed with a note written in fine handwriting.

“Mia amato, I have seen you speak of this article of fabric, and I have gone out of my way to make sure you have every little thing you admire. I need you to be the happiest you can possibly be. Please accept my gift, and meet me by the gardens by noon. I’ll see you then. Cordialmente, Aro.”

You two have annual walks throughout the garden, usually during golden hour. The sun still above, but setting at the same time, making it seem like Aro was made of a trillion Tiffany Yellow Diamonds.

He loved finding a flower that suited your mood for the day, and putting it behind your ear.

“My beautiful.”

You two often walked either arm in arm, or hand in hand, but sometimes you would hold him closer with your arm wrapped around his waist, your head leaning on his side or shoulder.

Often times, when the moon is visible, you would slow dance together, looking at each other with smiles on your faces, just appreciating each other’s presence.

Usually, Aro would come back into the castle around 2 in the morning, carrying your sleeping self up to your shared room, after you had fallen asleep on his shoulder while sitting in the garden.

The rest of the kings and guards would be predominantly more happy than from before you had arrived.

You had given Aro something to look forward to after trials and mountains of work, something he didn’t have for hundreds of years.

Though, Caius was still slightly jealous of you.

You had practically stolen one, if the not the most, needed member of the vampire world. Aro was nearly as focused on you than he was on trials and legislature.

He’d warm up to you eventually.

At least, you hoped.

Speaking of trials, you wanted to sit in and watch the trials, to see what it was about, and how it worked.

You knew the most of it, of course, Aro had already told you. But you wanted to see it live.

Aro was quick to say no, he didn’t want you to get hurt, or worse, killed.

He understood what would happen to him if his mate was killed, Marcus was the example. He couldn’t even bear the thought of you not being by his side.

Though, you owning the key to his heart, convinced him to let you watch, letting both Jane and Alec stay on either side of you, protecting you if anything were to go wrong.

You would usually sit on Aro’s lap, and then the throne when he had to see what was truly going on by using his gift.

Jane usually stood on the left of the throne, and Alec on the right.

Mainly since Caius sat on the throne in the left, and Jane loved to torture the criminals.

He loved the front seat view.

Constant look backs of reassurance to make sure that you’re alright.

Nearly always having your hand in his.

Forehead kisses.

Constantly bringing the back of your hand up to his lips.

Getting the absolute best care in the world, health wise especially.

When Aro proposed, it was in the bedroom the both of you share, and he was reading some poetry to you.

All was going swell, and then he got to one page.

“I can write no stately poem

As a prelude to my lay;

From a poet to a poem

I would dare to say.

For if of these fallen petals

One to you seem fair

Love will waft it till it settles

On your hair.

And when wind and winter harden

All the loveless land.

It will whisper of the garden,

You will understand.”

At the end, you were leaned up closer to him, looking at him in awe.

He closed the book, and placed it aside gracefully, before leaning slightly closer to you. Placing his hands overs yours.

“Do you remember who wrote that, cara mia?”

“I do. That’s Oscar Wilde, right?”

“That’s right. There’s so much I want to say to you, especially in this particular moment, but I don’t think there’s enough words to express my love and affection towards you. I’ve known you for a little while, and I can feel the bond between us, and I know you can feel it, too. The universe has guided us together, and I am so very thankful for every second we have spent together, and I’m even more thankful for the rest of eternity we have. However, I am the most thankful of the fact that I have the most gorgeous human as a mate. I love you so much, anima mia. Will you do me the best thing that could ever happen to me in my thousands of years, and marry me?”

You said yes, obviously, who wouldn’t?

You leaned over to press your lips against his, as he held one side of your face with one hand, and the other hand slid a ring on your ring finger.

While Aro wanted an extremely lavish wedding, with all the diamonds in the world, you wanted something more of a homely essence.

So you compromised, and had a bit of both.

Aro invited nearly every vampire to the wedding, wanting to show you off in every way he could.

The Denali’s, Cullens, Irish coven, everyone was invited.

Except for the Romanian coven, Vladimir and Stefan. Not trusting them to be in your presence.

The wedding was held in the garden, the arch where Aro stood had your favourite flowers intertwining around it, with diamonds pressed in the centre of each individual flower.

Demetri walked you down the isle, smiling proudly when he handed you over to Aro.

Proud that his leader had finally found true love, and that one of his best friends is finally where they need to be.

After the official wedding ceremony, the rest of the night and day were spent smiling and showing off each other to the guests.

When the night ended, it was finally time for you to be changed to a vampire.

Aro sat by the bed were sitting on, making sure that you were absolutely ready to be converted to a vampire for the rest of eternity.

“Are you ready, my darling?”

You nodded your head, and Aro took one final look into your coloured eyes, attempting to remember every small detail of them.

Aro then moved your hair away from your neck, before placing his lips over where he would finally bite down and turn you immortal.

“Just say when, and I’ll see you after.”

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Heat Up

Pairing :: Rick Flag x short/petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Size Kink

Word Count :: 2,439

Summary :: Rick isn’t too happy Digger tries to tease you

A/N :: I was gonna make a fic about someone else, but then I saw The Suicide Squad trailor and goddamn Joel Kinnaman. I love that tall beautiful bastard. Also, I’m not super happy about the title, but it was all I could come up with, meh

As Amanda Waller’s assistant, you had to deal with a lot daily. It wasn’t just about making sure she got her black coffee right when she walked into the building and managing her scheduled meetings. You had to ensure everything, and one, was in order for her. If someone told you they were running late, you forced them to be on time. You carefully inspected each report and corrected them before turning them into Waller. You got her any top-secret document she needed and kept it hidden. Hell, you even helped her with Task Force X, going through the list of criminals and writing down a thorough analysis of each potential member’s abilities.

Despite working for a woman who was heartless and calculating, you were as timid as a mouse. You rarely spoke to others unless you needed to. After working for Waller for several years, you found it best not to make any personal relationships with the people you met. She warned you most didn’t last very long and very few could be trusted.

One person who had stuck around though and  Waller seemed to even trust Colonel Rick Flag. You two started working for her around the same time, and yet, you could barely hold a conversation with the man. 

When you first met him, you constantly felt overwhelmed whenever you were left alone with him. It didn’t help that he appeared rather intimidating, with a serious expression almost always on his face, and towered over you. He was 6’2’’, and even in your favorite pumps, which added a good three inches to your height, you were still, smaller than him in frame.

However, regardless of your inability to speak around him, he continuously tried to start conversations with you and be friendly towards you. His constant attempts helped you grow used to him, but your face always heated up and you grew ridged when he got too close when you were alone. You didn’t understand the feeling, nor did you didn’t hate the feeling. It confused you.

-

Rick was absolutely perplexed by your meek behavior, especially since he’d witness before how assertive you could get when it came to getting something done for your shared boss. 

So it was no wonder he worried about you whenever Waller brought you along to see the Task Force X members. They were psychotic criminals, and you were like a slab of meat to some of them. You almost always wore a skirt or dress with a pair of pumps or oxford flats. Rick would be lying if he said you didn’t look perfect every hour of the day. 

He used to wonder if you were actually as innocent as you acted outside of work. Then, he saw you run as fast as you possibly could when Harley tried to give you what she called ‘wholesome safe dating advice’.

Since then, Rick did his best to make sure you were at least arm’s length away from any psycho. He even went as far as stepping right in front of you when someone got too close. Somehow, standing either beside you or a bit in front of you had become a habit of his when he noticed you were uncomfortable. 

Like now.

-

Waller sent you and Rick to a hidden ARGUS base hidden in the woods. Rick was obviously there to lead the team. You were there to give them their mission and an extensive overview.

There was a row of chairs for each Task Force X member to sit in. You stood in front of them with a large screen behind you, displaying various diagrams and photos for the mission. Rick stood off to the side, just behind all the seated members.

You looked away from your presentation, the projector turning off and the lights on. “So, are there any questions?”

Harley’s hand shot up. “Did you want me to continue giving you dating advice now or would you prefer I write it all down and give it to you later?”

Your eyes squinted and your lips curved downward just a bit. “What- no. That has nothing to do with the missions and I don’t need your advice…” Your voice trailed off, at a loss on how to deal with Harley.

Rick took a step forward. “Harley, stop it,” He warned her.

The blonde rolled her eyes. “Fine, but only because I think someone has a major crush on you (Y/N) and I wanna see if he makes a move.”

You were silent for a moment, processing what she had said before your eyes widened upon realization. Surprised, you couldn’t stop yourself from confirming what you had heard. “What did you say?”

“Nothing!” She sang, springing up from her seat.

“Hold on, now I’m interested too,” Floyd chimed in. “Now just who do you think it is that has a crush on lil ol’ (Y/N). I mean, no offense,” He glanced at you before turning his head back to Harley, “but she’s too skittery.”

Digger hopped up from his seat, shaking his head. “Nah mate, that adds on to her appeal.”

He started walking towards you and instinctively you started to back away until your back was against the wall. As he was getting closer, Digger’s hand started to extend, reaching out for you.

“See, it makes it fun to try and catch her.”

You shut your eyes, ready to scream the second he dared touching you. Instead of feeling what you thought would be cold dirty fingers, you heard Digger begin to plead.

“Woah! I was only joking around! Let me go!”

Eyes now wide, you saw Rick hoisting the Aussie up in the air by the collar of his shirt. If looks could kill, Digger’s head would be gone. 

“What are the rules?” He asked in a cold tone.

“No escaping and no disobeying,” Digger said quickly.

“Oh! Also no annoying or vexing you!” Harley added.

Rick still held Digger up. “And?”

Confused, Digger looked at Floyd for help who nodded his head towards you. “And-and no touching or teasing (Y/N)?”

Rick released Digger, throwing him towards the door. “Everyone out. We leave at zero one hundred hours.”

All of the criminals walked out of the room. Rick followed to make sure the door was closed once they were out, and locked the door.

You stepped away from the wall, straightening out your black pencil skirt. “Thank you for earlier Colonel Flag.”

“Rick. We’re alone,” He corrected you.

Around others at work, you addressed each other professionally: Colonel Flag and Ms. (L/N). Alone, Rick had started trying to get you used to calling him his name to be more comfortable around him.

“Right, thank you, Rick.”

You were about to clean up and reorganize your notes when you noticed Rick still seemed upset. He had the same annoyed expression he had when the criminals were around and his arms were crossed over his chest.

You cocked your head to the side. “Is something wrong?”

“What were you going to do?” He started walking forward.

“Pardon?”

“What were you going to do if he touched you?”

Your brows furrowed. Why was he asking this?  “Most likely yell at him and push him away.”

“And then?”

“And then what?” Now, you were starting to get annoyed.

Rick stopped a foot away from you, eyes piercing down at you. “What if he didn’t stop?”

“He wouldn’t dare continue.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you’ll keep me safe.”

Quickly, you realized what you said and turned your head to avoid his gaze. With a blush creeping onto your cheeks, your heart started to beat faster when he took one step closer to you.

Rick gently grabbed your chin with his thumb and index, turning your head to face him. You looked up at him with your large (E/C) eyes and that odd tingling feeling started up.

“What if I’m not there to keep you safe?”

“You always are.”

Like a flip was switched, Rick suddenly knew why he constantly wanted to make sure you were always alright. You worked for a harsh realist like Waller, but still naively believed good always prevailed. He wanted to make sure you never lost the blissful joy most did when they faced the harsh reality of the world.

His head lowered towards yours until his lips were pressed softly against yours. It was a simple kiss at first. Rick was unsure of how far he could go until you gently returned the kiss. Your hands went up to his chest and he lowered to your waist to pull you closer.

Wrapped in his arms, the odd tingling feeling turned into a warm little flame. You wanted to stay held like this forever. 

When he pulled away, you lightly gripped his shirt and tugged. “Rick, I want more.”

“Are you sure, because it might be sweet now, but if we keep going-”

Without letting him finish, you pressed another kiss against his lips. Again, you two sweetly kissed for a few minutes. Then, you felt one of his hands lower down to the round of your ass. A small gasp escaped you upon being lifted, your legs wrapped around him for support. Your skirt bunched up revealing your thighs as a result.

Rick pulled away from your lips, begging to trail down kisses to your neck.

You knew what you two were doing, more importantly, where, was inappropriate. Though with your mind clouded, you didn’t care. You only wanted to make sure you two wouldn’t be disrupted.

“The-the door,” Your murmured,

“Already taken care of,” He said, lips pressed against your neck.

Rick started walking slowly, carrying you over to the row of chairs. Before he took a seat, he put you back down on your feet.

Suddenly, the world spun and you were now seated on his lap, back pressed firmly against his chest. His arms hugged you close to him while he continued to kiss your neck.

Due to your skirt bunched up, you could feel his denim jeans below you. With heat growing in you, without thinking, you started to move your hips in his lap.

A small chuckle left him. One of his arms released its hold on you to start trailing up and down the side of your thigh. “Is this why you’re always so tense when we’re alone?” His hand moved to your inner thigh, coming closer to your core.

Your hands shot up to cover your blushing face. Was this why? You never quite understood why before, but it was starting to make sense now.

Rick’s other hand pulled your hands down. When he wrapped his arm around you again, he made sure to keep your arms down as well so you couldn’t hide your face.

“Come on now, don’t be shy. It’s just us.”

“Mmm!”

You bit your lip feeling him begin to rub your clit through your damp panties. You started to squirm a bit, a clear bulge forming and pressing up against you. He pushed the fabric to the side, inserting only one finger. You moaned softly, your legs spreading open and welcoming him. 

Rick pushed in his one finger as deep as he could before pulling it completely out and sticking it back in. This time, his finger curved in you and you felt your cunt tighten. When it did, he stuck a second finger in you. His fingers pumped at a consistent pace, and you kept your moans at a low volume. 

You could feel his hardened erection through his jeans pressing firmly against you now. With his fingers still pumping, you started moving your hips along to feel his covered length.

Rick let out a quiet curse, the tightness of his jeans too much. He let go of his hold on you to unbuckle his pants and release his cock.

“I tried to get you ready, but,” He pulled his fingers out completely, both hands now gripping your hips and lifting you up, “this might still hurt a bit.”

He started lowering you down on him and your eyes widened once he had gotten just the head of his dick in. The further he pushed in, the more pain you felt, your eyes growing glossy as a result. He lowered you until you were seated on him again and he was fully filling you up.

You could feel your pussy aching and tightening around him, never being filled up this much before.

“Christ you have a tight little cunt,” Rick gritted out.

Honestly, he surprised himself you managed to take all of him in, but he knew you were in pain. He wanted to give you time to adjust to his length, even if your clenching walls were driving him mad. Though, you could tell by his tight grip on your hips, staying still was driving him mad.

To distract yourself from the pain, you turned your head back to look up at him and pulled him down for another kiss. This time, his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring the wet space.

During the kiss, you finally started bouncing up and down in his lap. He helped guide you, keeping you at a steady pace. 

With your tight pussy squeezing around him, Rick couldn’t keep the pace you had set. He started thrusting his pelvis up and moved you down on him faster. Eventually, you were no longer in any control while he fucked you. Then, he pulled you out completely and rammed back into you, slamming you down.

“Rick!” You screamed, a sensitive spot now hit.

He did it again and again, your screams growing louder each time he hit your sweet spot. 

Each of your breaths was growing heavier, and his fast pace was now ragged. He hit you once more and your head fell back against his chest, a loud moan leaving your lips. Your cunt clenching and finally releasing around him.

With just a few more thrusts, Rick’s hips bucked into you and he held you still for one moment so he could cum inside you. You felt his cock pulse with each hot spurt in you, causing a shiver. 

After, he moved you only a few more times slowly for you each to ride out your climaxes. Once done, he pulled you off of him and stood up.

Rick wrapped an arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him as you each steadied your breathing.

“So, I take it you’ll start acting normal now when we’re alone?” He asked you.

“I’ll probably heat up thinking about this.”

“I’m fine with that too.”

[nyxicnymph]

How they'd parent: Diluc, Zhongli, Xiao

These are my personal headcanons, based off of my opinions and experiences with these characters.

Summary: How these men act as parents. Characters: Diluc, Zhongli, Xiao. Rating: Everyone can read this. Warnings: not proofread. Note: I can't find any content about these men being parents so here I am. Doing it myself. My two dads and husband.

Diluc:

Surprisingly soft as a parent.

If his kids act out, he'll send them to their rooms and ground them, but the grounding never goes past a month.

He's very involved as a father, always making an effort to be there for his kids.

One of them has an activity and wants him to come along? He'll be there, even if there are three ruin guards in the way.

Very protective, but not smothering.

Very old fashioned about dating, so he definitely wants to meet his kids' partners.

Surprisingly enjoys teaching his kids all about different things, and squirrels the various crafts and gifts they've given him over the years.

He gives off scary vibes at first, but he's very sentimental over his kids.

The type of dad that will let you tread the fine line of teasing versus misbehaving.

Gets stern but never unreasonable.

Zhongli:

Very patient dad.

Tells stories to his kids at bedtime, even when they're teens.

He's the dad who says "I'm not mad, just disappointed" and you get really really really guilty.

He makes his kids talk him through how they came to their decisions. This has two benefits: 1. Illuminate the kid's choices and allow them to understand where they went wrong. 2. Allow Zhongli to better understand their specific thought processes and human thought processes in general.

Zhongli gives very good advice usually, but he struggles with interpersonal advice.

advice of that variety usually consists of "buy them something"

Nevermind how he got married and had a kid in the first place.

he's the proud dad type, always hyping his kids up to his associates.

He understands when his kids tell him, "That's too much expectations, I can't do this".

Hurting his kids is akin to breaking a contract. Rex Lapis has been resurrected and coming for you personally.

he does have a tendency to forget the mortal concept of time so his kids have to remind him that he can't stand and talk to people for six hours straight.

Very few rules, but if they get broken he must deal with you. Usually with a stern warning-story.

Xiao:

At first didn't even know if he wanted kids himself.

but his partner convinced him, and he's glad that they did.

He adores his kids.

he might be working a lot, but he's happiest with his family.

tbh he'd stop his job if it weren't for the fact that he's literally protecting them. Keeping Liyue safe is kinda just... a bonus now.

Very protective.

Wants his kids to grow up strong and happy.

Gets disgruntled and bewildered when his kids end up taller than him.

Warn the partners, mates. Xiao keeps his spear close by and his kids partners have to pass a surprise combat test to be approved. Xiao's partner has tried to get him to drop this. He has yet to.

He encourages his kids to do things they enjoy. He likes seeing them happy.

Totally takes his kids flying.

Zhongli is the only adeptus allowed to know about Xiao's family. He knows the other adepti will make comments.

Nobody at Wangshu Inn knows about the kids, but Goldet knows about his partner.

He always puts away his Yaksha things before being with his kids, he prefers to keep his work and home lives separate.

As Liyue learns to defend itself, he finds himself spending more time with his family.

I'm not sure how he'd deal with misbehavior.

I feel like if he goes quiet, his kids immediately Know.

But he also lets them be adventurous. He feels that they'll learn from their mistakes usually, and it's only if they've repeated the mistake/choice three or more times that he gets involved.

TBH he doesn't know how he fell in love or got in a relationship, so he is not the one his kids go to for advice.

He rarely gets mad at his kids but if they put themselves in danger for no reason, then he's angry. And it's scary.

But he doesn't yell. It's a quiet angry.

overall good dad with a few flaws.

[sugarakis-p2]

All knights and day must die ch4

Mothman Shigaraki is the new king and he has so much on his shoulders and wings. Nothing better than to use Ur (Aka Ur Name x reader < I do not use y/n, it disrupts my flow, but it's YOU non-the-less) to relieve his stress as he plots to destroy the Order of the Azure rose.

Dabi and Shigaraki get drunk when they agree human females noises are too much.

Warning: Sweet whiney drunk delusional yandere smuts. Cussing and plot

Chapter 3

Chapter 4:

Shigaraki's crimson eyes darted, watching the female's fingers dance and work.

Thread and needle pierce the fabric at a rapid rate. All the women blathered too quickly for him to understand their speech. They twitter like little excited birds, laugh like brass bells and flash their blunt teeth. Humans are annoyingly sociable creatures.

Even Dabi seems to be bothered with the cheerful, friendly sounds of his mates. Two are heavy with child and seem to be giving his mate valuable advice for when she is with child. Mercifully, his mate is quiet and seems to prefer to listen rather than chatter.

Initially, he had Lyra come to their nest. It was something he regretted to the point he almost killed everything. Lyra arrived smelling unbathed and reeking of a plant she had brought with her. A nest warming gift, she insisted, and his mate appeared so pleased to have the smelly glowing plants he had Dabi leave them out front instead of throwing them over the edge.

They talked awkwardly for a bit; Lyra was not used to social interactions since most avoided her.

"I was kicked in the head by a horse when I was younger. I've been told the brain damage has left me without a filter. It has put me in awkward social interactions. In fact, it was the reason I was sent to my doom. We were sent to kill a Mothman terrorizing a village. They never bothered to mention that it was more than one," Lyra prattles, embarrassed she has to say anything. But she has to pretend to be visiting to be here. Shigaraki had set out water and fruits, so you ply Lyra with water.

You are smart enough to know you want to get her scent all over the bathroom with the hole in the wall. This would be a perfect excuse.

"I don't mind, Lyra. You seem nice enough. An honest soul," you say to her. Shigaraki scoffs loudly at this and growls when everyone looks at him. Shigaraki looks like a massive pouting child that hates everything. Arms crossed and ruff poofed. "You can be yourself around me. I had several older brothers, so my skin is a bit thicker than most," you continue ignoring Shigaraki. It would be pointless to give him a 'behave yourself' glare you would have given one of your younger siblings. Lyra blushes and shifts uncomfortably.

"You remind me of someone. She was tolerant of my personality too. I really appreciate it. I shall endeavor to be a g-g-good friend," she stammers, hastily shoving a fig in her mouth.

"I'm sorry, there is no meat. Shigaraki, do we have any meat?"

"You eat the meat?" Lyra asked, horrified. There is a sudden uproar of angry chittering from both Dabi and Shigaraki.

"Yes, why?" you ask the room. Lyra shifts nervously, her eyes downcast. The males look irritated.

"It's surprising, is all. The meat is usually reserved for expectant females as a prenatal requirement. Anyway, Ur, may I use the privy?" You tell her to follow the lines, vaguely gesturing to the floor. You decide to distract the males.

"Hello, Dabi, is it?" you say to the burnt one. Dabi beams, amused at you while Shigaraki growls.

"Breeders, no talk to male mates!" Shigaraki snarls. Dabi smirks at Shigaraki.

"But she's not a breeder," Dabi replies. Shigaraki growls at him.

"I'm so sorry, Shigaraki. I will be quiet," you say quickly. Raising a palm. He grunts and buzzes his wings in a way that tells you he accepts your apology.

"She is a breeder and more. Just because she's more doesn't make her less my mate. So, fuck off, she's mine," Shigaraki hisses.

"Which is unique. Unheard of, in fact. I would never have thought you were so progressive. You've already bent tradition; bend it a little more. Let her talk to me." Dabi says.

"Why?" Shigaraki asks suspiciously.

"I want to see what makes you think she's queen material," Dabi smirks.

"What makes you think you get to be the judge of shit? Much less my precious Ur?"

"If she can't convince a nobody like me, then what chance is there against the hardcore orthodox Uppers?" Dabi says. His grin grows wider when he sees Shigaraki giving in.

"You have no manners," he snorts. "Ur is perfection." Shigaraki turns to you and snaps his fingers. He has trained you like a dog. You resent it, but the fact is he holds all the power in the relationship. So, you obey. Snapping fingers means he wants your attention.

"Talk, Dabi," he instructs. You look to Dabi, who seems to be rippling with excitement or maybe curiosity? It's strange how you are suddenly picking up on the subtle body language.

"So, it is Dabi. I had a brother called Dolby. Your name is more interesting." That flutter was pleasure at being complimented. Moth people love to be praised. They seem to be starved for it.

"Lyra says you are a nice girl. Why nice girl gets caught by monster? Hmmm, why nice girl didn't meet a nice boy? Have grubs with nice boy at home?" He questions in his smoky tones. He has a beautiful voice, you don't say out loud, that compliment would get you killed. You smile and clap.

"That was wonderful human. Lyra must be an exceptional teacher. You want to know why I was traveling to Auger instead of staying at home. My village is suffering from famine. After we paid our taxes to the king and the Order of the Light there wasn't enough food to feed all the children. As one of the oldest women in the family, I was sent to Auger. My sister was sent to another village to earn enough to support the family. Or ourselves, or to die away from the eyes of the younger children at least," You reply. Wondering if you should have tried to drag the conversation out more. You're not much of a talker, so this is hard. Suddenly both seem too interested in you.

"Do you like the order of the light?" Dabi asks. This question threw you off guard, and you visibly jerk.

"There are two types of people in my village. People who don't care and people who hate the Order. I don't feel strongly about them, but if I was to choose, I would say hate," the reaction of the males made your skin crawl. Both crawled to you and examined you like an interesting meal. Shigaraki is drooling. He turns and chitters at Dabi.

"Where is your wretched mate, Lyra? This line of questioning requires finesse."

"Agreed. Where the hell is, Lyra?" you hear the name Lyra mentioned several times.

"Well, it is very dark. She might have gotten lost. I'll go look for her," you volunteer. Shigaraki shoves you down with three fingers and hisses.

"Never should have let her wander alone. She's a spellcaster. Who knows what nasty traps she has laid for me," he growls.

"You're paranoid. She likes your mate too much to lay any traps. Trust me, I have experimented with her magic, and she cannot be that precise with them. I have never seen her able to create an attack. It's all defensive and healing."

"She knocked back those girls," Shigaraki sneers back.

"Lyra shoved some weak human girl aside with some wind. It's like the rest of her, all bluster with no real conviction behind it."

"I still don't trust her," He hisses stand upright. Shigaraki looks to you and points in front of him. "Ur come!"

"You're going to use her as a shield from Lyra?" Dabi bursts out laughing.

"That's a queen's job on a chessboard, and my Ur is a perfect piece," he snaps at Dabi. Shigaraki can't smell her because it's all he can smell. The reek of those plants and the scent of Dabi's mate were driving him insane. They found her in a bathroom that was deep in the cave.

Shigaraki didn't buy the "couldn't see the painted lines." His mate insisted on putting the plants near this bath, and he was happy to agree. She went on and on about "real tile" and "real bath." That he painted a line to it then snarled "good enough!" He could tolerate the stench once a week. The rest of the time will be the retrofitted one because it was closer, and he put a lot of effort into dammit!

"You're lying," Dabi hissed. Getting in Lyra's face.

"It's hard to see. I can not see in the dark."

"You can use that ball of light thing," he replies ominously.

"That is a complicated spell," she says, backing into Ur. Dabi is ready to burn her when Ur wraps her arms around her. She is so delighted. Praising Lyra and Dabi so much that Dabi couldn't punish her, not in front of Ur, anyway. Shigaraki was in such a bad mood he ordered the visit cut short. From now on, they will be visiting Dabi and his mates.

"Next visit, get your obedient females to ask her where she is from. Exact directions so I can pay that dowry." Shigaraki says with a wicked grin. Dabi winks, understanding what the plan will be.

That is how they got here, and it was pure torture for Dabi and Shigaraki. He was expecting Dabi's mates would have asked her where Ur hailed from. Instead, when his mate arrived without a nest warming gift, she offered to teach them how to make a quilt. The females jumped on the opportunity. The little airheads are so excited they have forgotten to ask the question. Lyra is there slowing the process. Incapable of the easiest of physical tasks while the rest of the females have taken to it quickly.

This human class system is making Shigaraki question things. Nobles shouldn't be capable of doing anything except lying on their backs and pleasing the males. But all the nobles he's had he ended up tearing apart. Dabi says they aren't any better for him. Yet here they are sewing. It's also making him question their own class system too.

"Tell them to ask her already," He hissed to Dabi.

"I can't. Would you risk the wrath of a pregnant female carrying your brood?" Dabi whispers back. Shigaraki whimpers at this.

"I would have," he growls. Hoping Dabi didn't hear his groan of anguish.

"Liar. Then just order your female outright," Dabi hisses.

"Ok, you saw through me," he grumbles.

"Do you want to drink?" Dabi asks.

"Is that a fucking question? You had drink this whole time? Fuck yes!" Shigaraki screeches.

The females went on and on and on. Being drunk seemed like the best way to get along, both Shigaraki and Dabi determined. They got so drunk they were literally tipping onto each other and confessing their long-lasting partnership. Lyra chuckled at the sight. You kick her under the quilt.

"Don't stare. They will get suspicious. Focus on your work. You're awful at it," you whisper to her.

"Am not," she whines, holding up her shoddy work and wrinkling her nose. "Doesn't matter. Trust me, this was the wise thing to do. If you could understand the foul things they are saying." Lyra smirks, trailing off mysteriously. The smirk disappears when you kick her again.

"Well, hurry. I want to be home before he decides to fly, passing out drunk."

"And you promised a quilt at the end of it. You said if we played dumb, we'd have a quilt. Get moving, Lyra," the one called Suri said through gritted teeth.

"I'm not going to get burned without a quilt," one of the others snarked.

"Don't worry. Dabi is so drunk he will fall asleep on top of you. Likely the same for Shigaraki. That should be a blessing for you as well, Ur," Lyra says, humming in pleasure.

"How so? Do you not like Dabi's knot," you question. The other girls burst out laughing.

"Lyra is considered a worker and has not been touched by Dabi in that way. Perhaps we should suggest it if we get caught," the second one threatens while giggling wickedly.

"Really?" you ask, mystified.

"Yes. Don't you dare June. You will find a nasty end in store if you do," Lyra promises. "I'm considered a worker. Not meant for breeding. The fact that Shigaraki chose you is creating quite a stir," Lyra states.

"So, I have been told."

"It really is a big deal. We are all noble-born. They caught us being sent to a convent. Most of the breeders are."

"What is it like with him? Is he cruel or nice? Do you like sleeping with him?" Suri asks.

"He can be both, depending. It's vexing. He often acts like an irate youth. Then he is like a giant puppy the next moment. Although I must admit, he is very harsh in the nest. Some times are sweet. He's complicated. I'm at the mercy of his moods which can swing to the extremes from one moment to the next."

"At least he takes care of you. Dabi hardly lets us do anything. Once we got pregnant, he stopped sleeping with us, and that was when he was the nicest," June looks forlorn.

"I noticed the Mothpeople seemed to be starved to affection and approval. Act like you like them, and they tend to be nicer. At least the ones I've met so far behave like neglected children and wild puppies."

"We had another nest sister. She hated Dabi. Clawed at him. The burnt flesh came away like peeling an orange. He burned her alive before our eyes. He calls us spoiled princesses that must earn the right to even speak. I am worried that he will be even harsher to us once we have given birth. I was hoping you and Lyra could come up with something," June pleads.

"I have. It's running away as soon as possible," Lyra whispers.

"Well, I have no faith in your escape plan. Ur, at some point, you will have to impress the rest of the uppers. I can teach you how to carry yourself like one of us," June looks to you, ignoring Lyra altogether.

"I was hoping to convince Lyra to give Shigaraki speech lessons," you look to Lyra with hope.

"I'm not opposed to it. But Shigaraki might have an opinion on the matter," Lyra snorts.

"I'll talk to him. Convince him gently. I'm not sure what you're looking for?" You question June.

"The advice of praise is good, but if we can't talk to him, we are left by expressing with our bodies. He's so cautious with his burns, and to be frank, we are inexperienced with intimacy, anything that could put us in his good graces," She says. June comes off as a snobbish mean girl, but she is as human and vulnerable as all of you.

"I will have to think about it," you say.

"What secrets?" Shigaraki slurs. Dabi is rumbling at how close Shigaraki is to the females but can barely keep his eyes open long enough to do anything about it.

"Ur, time home," He grabs you roughly before you can say anything to convince him otherwise.

"Why scared?" He asks, glaring at Lyra.

"Because your drunk and flying us home," you reply anxiously. He chitters something at Lyra.

"He says you shouldn't worry. Your nest is not that far," Lyra interpreted.

"The distance is short, but the drop is long. If I fall from the sky between here and there, I will be nothing but a red splatter on the ground," you sulk.

"Shut up. I take good care. No fall. You!" he snarls, pointing at Lyra. "Anything happens to Dabi, I will know it's one of you. I will torture then kill all of you. I'll rip the babies from your bellies." Two of the girls start to cry as Lyra translates. Dabi mutters something before falling asleep on the incomplete quilt.

He turns to leave, roughly grabbing and kneading Ur cute painted ass right next to his face. Out on the flying platform, the in the night wind, he gives a rumbling purr as he kisses and fondles your ass some more. He pulls you into a bridal style of carrying and demands kisses. Roughly sealing his dry lips against yours. The fumes of hard liquor make you want to gag as it invades your senses. You couldn't stifle the cough from when he's done.

He looks down at you with disappointment.

"Trust," he rasps as he jumps off the ledge. You scream and cling to him as he smoothly glides to your platform. He laughs at you. "No trust, hmmm," he rumbles. You are shocked at how fast he can move and navigate the cave you share. Flying through the wide tunnels until he brusquely drops you into the nest. He pounces on you with a goofy grin and shoves his tongue to the back of your throat, making you cough and gag.

You push him away. He allows you to out of amusement. The man is tall and thinner than most of his people, but he is heavy. You have bitten him with all your strength and barely pierced his skin. The thought he could pass out on top of you mid-stroke fills you with dread.

Shigaraki has reached over and pulled out some gloves. He struggles to put them on, silly as he looks at them curiously, rotating them while he shoves two fingers made for one. You giggle, and he looks at you. You cover your mouth, hoping he won't be mad. Instead, he gives you another foolish grin, rolling on his back as he paws at you like a kitten.

"Ur perfection," he purrs sweetly. You grab his wrist and help him.

"What are they for?" you ask.

"Make safe. No accident. Spread. Take Shigaraki," he growls. Mischievously as he crawls over you. He sucks on your nipple. You groan in fear as he nips you and roughly spreads your legs.

"Wait, don't you want me to get ready?" You ask. His antenna twitches with interest.

"Ready?" he hovers, his semi-hard cock rubbing against your thighs.

"Let me touch myself before and then lay back," you tell, giving him a sweet smile. He chirps with desire.

"Yes, touch," he hisses, guiding your hand to your clit. He nuzzles your thigh, settling in for a show. It makes you self-conscious as he stares at you so intently. When he doesn't think you're going fast enough, he encourages you to dip your fingers into yourself. Occasionally stretching his long tongue out to lick the tip of your fingers.

"I no care. Close to monthly heat. Must mate daily," he groans.

"What?" you say. You Barely heard his drunk mumbling, but the words you heard caught your attention.

"Master and uppers no want bred until after. I no care. Want tiny Ur. Ur perfection," he says with a frustrated whine when you stop fingering yourself.

“Shigaraki what Master? Until after what?" You question sitting up. He starts to pout. Poking the back of your hand with a sharp claw.

"Less talk, more mate," he growls. You don't know what came over you. Perhaps you are irritated by the constant demand you perform while being treated like a favorite toy dog. He was acting like such a whiney pup. Pushing your fingers into his dangerous mouth, you gently tell him to clean. You pet his head and play with his excited feather-like feelers as he eagerly laps and slobbers over your fingers. Heaping praise on him.

"Your hair and fur are so soft. You're so sexy and sweet. Those wings are so beautiful. They can frighten me, but they are what makes you amazing. You're such a good mate to me."

Pulling your fingers out with a lewd popping sound. Shigaraki directly pushes his face between your legs. You squeal in surprise. Raising afoot, you shove hard against his shoulder. Of course, it doesn't move him. It forces you back from him. He hisses at the sudden loss of pussy he was enjoying. Red eyes angry that you had denied him.

"No!" you bark at him. "Lay back. Remember; lay back. I'm going to be on top of you. Lay back," he gives you a silly excited smile. He throws himself backward and encourages you to climb over him. You grab and apply some poultice Lyra had given you. If you used it beforehand, she said it would take away the sharp sting of his massive cock rearranging your organs. You use it and then move to straddle Shigaraki. He whimpers and moves away from you. He looks almost frightened at what you are doing.

Your sister Maude told you about this. Men who are used to being dominate get scared when it's switched. He probably didn't know what you were planning, and this surprised him. Shigaraki is panting with wide eyes as you line yourself over him. You decide to slow down as he vibrates his feelers and wings in a way you have not seen before. You rub yourself along his length. His semi-hard on became a raging hot pillar between your thighs. Moans and whimpers spill from Shigaraki as he watches what you're doing.

He is slowly grabbing your hips and encouraging you. Moaning as you run your hands up your body over your breasts. Shigaraki's eyes are drawn to your moving hands. Your fingers continue up, grabbing your loose hair and fanning it out as you rotate your hips. He looks hungrily at your wriggling body. Placing a hand on his solid chest, you grab his cock and slowly sink down on him. He trembles under you as he watches the slight outline of his head.

This is the part you begin to worry about. You get the idea and understand the concept but have never practiced it before. You start to grind and rotate your hips. Regretting the rotation as his cock head bulges, you begin to worry that you are impaling yourself on him. Again, he whimpers and sits up awkwardly. You grind, and that feels so much better. Delicious even as you consume the look of awe and pleasure on Shigaraki's face. After a few moments, he lets his head sag back. Sweet moans combine and mix in the nest with intermittent sharp chirps.

It feels so good with the medicine working. Shigaraki is watching you with a relaxed sultry expression. One that makes you melt with want and desire. He licks his dry lips and pants. His hips buck up in tandem, urging you to grind him deeper and more demanding in you.

"Perfection," he purrs deeply. His voice and wings rumble and vibrate in your core. You pick up your pace, heated and willing to take his knot. He encourages and helps with his large hands rocking your hips. Soon he is making you bounce and cry out. His tongue begins to loll and drip drool. He's biting himself and bleeding slightly. You kiss him, and he chirps directly in your mouth. He pulls away, embarrassed as he growls. You feel yourself building up and griping his hot, throbbing cock. He sits up quickly, wrapping his arms around you. Abruptly shoving you down harshly in his lap. The sharp pain of his sudden knot is dulled. The sudden fullness and pulsing of his cock as he shoots his seed into makes you climax on him. He yips loudly like a kicked puppy and falls back. Shigaraki writhes under you, causing you to wail louder. His wings are quivering and flapping sporadically.

"Dead! Dead. Ur killed Shigaraki," he happily titters like a fiend. He closes his eyes with an occasional twitch he falls asleep. His knot goes soft unexpectedly fast. You tweak his nipple to be sure he is passed out. Your drunken passed-out Mothman eyes flutter, and he simpers. He is fast asleep like a T-Rex on its back. His fingers twitch while snoring. You pull away and clean yourself off quickly. Grabbing the lantern, you make your way to the privy. Lyra was waiting for you in the shadows.

"He was chatty today. Talked about his 'Master' and wanting to make a baby."

"Is he passed out?" Lyra asks.

"Yes. He was so sweet he let me do some very naughty things. We should get him drunk more often," you flush and giggle.

"We should go and smother him with a pillow," she says casually. Using a spell to create a ball of light to illuminate the way.

"What no. We'll get caught immediately," you look away, ashamed to admit this to Lyra for some unknown reason. "Plus, I like him. He feeds me and keeps me from having to work too hard."

Lyra looks disgusted at your words.

"You really know how to take the fun out of homicide. You wouldn't be defending him so hard if you knew what he was feeding you," Lyra snarks.

"Human flesh. I know what human tastes like. We should start at this corner and work our way to the deeper parts," you say, raising your lantern and stepping away.

"You know what human flesh tastes like? How? W-w-w-why?” she stammers.

"Not all of us have grown up privileged and under the Orders eye. Come on, if you wish to talk, let's do it while walking. I want to be back well before Shigaraki wakes," you answer, shooting her an exasperated look. You did not expect Lyra to look so flustered. She followed quickly beside you.

"Yes, Ur," she said simply for a change.

Chapter 5

[earnestly-endlessly]

hi! hope you're doing well :) do you have any domestic!cherik fics? or established relationship ones?

Hi anon, thanks for the ask. I'm doing very well, been super busy because I'm currently moving but it's all good. I have plenty of great domestic/established relationship cherik fics for you. I hope you enjoy!!

Domestic/Established Relationship cherik

Daycare ‘Verse’ – orphan_account, pocky_slash

Summary: A modern AU in which Charles runs a mutant daycare and Erik is his long-suffering engineer boyfriend.

Runs in the Family – Anonysquirrel (chibirisuchan)

Summary: Alex knew his own reputation. Hell, he'd started some of his own reputation, because it kept some of the smarter thugs off his back. Everyone knew Alex's reputation. There was no way Hank didn't know his reputation, but he'd brought Alex into a house with some really expensive things and a lot of innocent little kids and his too-friendly, too-harmless dad.

But clearly Hank hadn't told his family anything about Alex, just like he hadn't told Alex anything about his family. At least, not about the brain-breaking parts of his family.

"I didn't know where to start," Hank said, for the dozenth time.

Gift of the Magi, But Screw it Up – librata

Summary: He doesn't know if he's buying too much, too little, or even the right things at all, because he's never entertained a guest as important as Edie Lehnsherr.

Making perfect – aesc

Summary: As is the case with most trials in Erik's life, this one starts with Charles gazing beseechingly at him and asking him for a favor. Not that their going-on-three years relationship is a trial, even though it started with Charles giving Erik the full benefit of sad blue eyes and asking him if he wouldn't mind opening his car door since he'd locked his keys inside, but still.

Continue firm and constant – aesc

Summary: Moira hasn't seen her old partner in saving the world from threats human and intergalactic, Erik Lehnsherr, for a few years. When she finally does see him again, she finds a man different from the one who's been with her down in the dark and the dirt and the blood... or maybe he isn't so different after all.

After School Special – listerinezero

Summary: Charles was barely seventeen and Erik was his social studies teacher. But after almost fifteen years together, does it really matter how they met?

Terrifying Domesticity – ishipitsobad

Summary: Erik is the most dangerous and notorious mafia boss around for miles, and yet the strangest things terrify him.

For example: his children, and his very pregnant mate.

Trying is Half the Battle – Pookaseraph

Summary: Post-Cuba, no divorce, Charles and Erik are in an established relationship and when Charles gets sick with a random flu bug, they discover that Charles can get pregnant. They then try to get pregnant, and try, and try.

We’ll all be gone for the summer – pocky_slash

Summary: Charles and Erik's usual family beach vacation gets a little bigger when they agree to watch Erik's teenaged twins for the summer. Charles is looking forward to a chance to bond with his step-children. Erik is terrified of screwing them up even more.

A Summer Day So Late in Coming – helens78

Summary: Fifty years after they fell in love, Erik comes to Charles with a proposal that rocks Charles's world.

Still Going Strong – JackyJango

Summary: Speaking of forty-eight, Erik hates it. Hates it even more that others are aware of it. While he’s pragmatic enough to know and accept that aging is inexorable, the increase in number gives the people around him the freedom to pounce at him with questions, opinions and advice he'd fought to keep at bay all year.

Besides, Erik believes that youth is a state of mind, not a phase in one’s life.

You have a child’s mind in a man’s body, Charles constantly tells him.

But despite his age, Erik is healthy. He works out daily. His muscles are steel and he can dead-lift four hundred pounds. He can break bones without breaking a sweat. Most importantly, he can still carry Charles to the bedroom and fuck him senseless. And as long as Erik can do that, he’s perfectly happy.

Before You Attempt Me (Fair Warning) – kianspo

Summary: Charles helps Raven get ready for the prom. Surprisingly, that part goes well. The prom itself not so much. Erik cooks a lot of unhealthy comfort foods and is incredibly patient. Charles mostly frets about everything, until Erik does something neither he, nor Raven see coming.

And now you will not be alone any more – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik gives driving, sewing, and cooking lessons, soothes nightmares, bolsters self-esteem, and still can't figure out why Charles keeps smiling at him like that.

Some sense of touch and a melody – pocky_slash

Summary: On a day when Charles, for once, finds himself saying the right thing to everyone he sees, he allows himself to be talked into a field trip to a local orchard.

It’s kind of our whole thing – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: After two years of best friendship, Charles and Erik thought they knew everything there was to know about each other. They're surprised, then, when their first summer as a couple reveals that they have a lot to learn about each other and themselves.

Indulgence – grim_lupine

Summary: “The children are still asleep,” Charles murmurs groggily, flinging an arm out as if searching for Erik beside him. “The house is still standing, this is a ghastly hour, and more importantly, I’m still here. Why do you insist on doing this every morning?”

Your Father’s Daughter – ConsultingWriter

Summary: Wanda proves just how much she takes after Erik.

Pietro reeled back before leaning back in "They didn't tell you what happened? Wanda got in a fist fight and totally wailed on this guy, I mean, on one hand I feel kinda embarrassed for him, but it was so epic."

Erik's eyebrows shot to his hairline. Wanda got in a fight? That was....surprising, to say the least. Wanda tended to take after Charles in temperament and preferred talking to violence.

This Crazy Game Called Life – chiasmus

Summary: Raven declares game night in the mansion. Sean finds an elephant, Erik inherits one hundred unwanted cats, and Charles scars Hank for life with misdirected dirty thinking. This is five thousand-something words of crack with a dose of schmoop. I'm not sorry. Written for this kink meme prompt: Raven is tired of the boys going off to play chess (if they're even playing chess!) and pulls out a load of board games from one of the closets in the mansion. Madness ensues.

To my roomba with love – sareyen

Summary: There are a lot of things that Erik loves about Charles. He loves all of the obvious things; Charles’s kindness, his intelligence, his laughter, his eyes. He also loves the little private things; the way Charles sneaks Erik his unwanted tomatoes, his warbled opera singing in the shower, that sensitive spot on his hip.

And he loves the silly things about Charles, especially the way the man has a habit of talking to inanimate objects when he thinks no one is looking. Charles has conversations with the kettle, the washing machine, and their roomba – and every time Erik eavesdrops on him, he falls in love with the man a little bit more.

Everything About it is a Love Song – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik's spent fifty years being a figurehead and he's ready to leave that behind. Luckily, so is Charles.

(aka Old Retired Dudes in Love)

A Very Xavier-Lehnsherr Christmas – zamwessell

Summary: Erik is discovering new things about Charles Xavier all the time. Charles sometimes talks in his sleep. Often about food. Occasionally in Latin. Charles has a scar on his left thigh from attempting to demonstrate relativity to a girl by sitting on a hot stove. Charles doesn’t mean to be so loud when they make love, but sometimes Charles can’t help himself.

Charles is a voracious reader. Charles has an unspeakably filthy imagination. Charles will try anything in bed twice to make sure he wasn’t wrong the first time.

Charles is unexpectedly fond of Christmas. Perhaps that is not the phrase. “Unhealthily obsessed” might be better.

The fluffiest holiday fluff you ever read in your dang life.

Of Crabs and Castles – flightinflame 

Summary: Charles and Erik take their children to the beach. Wanda builds a sandcastle, Nina makes some friends, and Pietro gets some exercise. Some family fun in the sunshine.

Bring Your Daughter To Work Day – listerinezero

Summary: Charles brings three year old Lorna to class with him.

Glasses – grim_lupine

Summary: Charles blinks at him bemusedly, but Erik barely notices because Charles is wearing glasses— wire-rimmed, and Erik can feel the metal humming, traces without touch the way they follow the curve of Charles’s nose and rest behind his ears.

Genetics Isn’t Sexy – pocky_slash

Summary: Charles lectures. The kids aren't very responsive. Erik, on the other hand....

Peanut Butter and Honey (The Fairytale Remix) – pocky_slash

Summary: Once upon a time there was a Princess named Anya who lived in a house with her Daddy and her wicked stepmother Charles. (A wicked stepmother is the person who comes and lives with princesses and their daddies after their mommies go away.) She had a best friend named Leroy, and one day he was lost.

The Bystander (The Consultant (aka A Westchester Telepath in the Avengers Tower) Remix) – Nanimok

Summary: When it comes to Professor Charles Xavier, telepath, SHIELD consultant and compulsive flirt, no one is safe.

Not even the Big Three.

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Life is beautiful and life is cruel. This is a window into the souls of the victorious and the vanquished. In a way, football did come home during the summer of 2021. Follow along Amelia’s journey, navigating the football world as a tactical analyst for the Italian football team, with a brother and father part of the three lions. Will Amelia leave Italy and come back to England? Will she leave the Serie A for the Prem? Will she set aside the bianconeri stripes for new colours, leaving behind friendship for love? Maybe she can have both...

Wow - the response i received in a little under 24 hours since i posted the first taste of part 1 has truly bowled me over! I wasn't expecting that reaction & tbh i would have been happy if 2 people wanted to read this story hahaha! So, i've been writing in the background & the first few parts have already been proofed and are ready to go. HOWEVER! I am open to your suggestions so please please let me know what you think and how you want to see Amelia's story play out. As far as i'm concerned, this fic is as much yours as it is mine! So please enjoy this first part, in its entirety, and let me know your thoughts! Love always,

Steph xx

UPDATE as of 31/07: I've made some additional editing changes due to some feedback about the confusion between ben white (her brother) and ben chilwell (not her brother LOL). Nothing has been added to the story, just the addition of either surname has been added where i think it could be more straightforward - for future readers!

Part 1 | prima parte

warnings; none - maybe a bit of angst? (what sibling rivalry doesn't have a bit of angst)

word count; 1978 words

writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter.

next update; Sunday 25/07 5pm AEST. Updates will be twice weekly at this stage. Probably Wednesday’s and Sundays from next week!!

link to fic masterlist here

The world of football, no matter how big it may seem, is as tight as a close-knit family. Whether its management staff, senior players, scouts, academy players, business developers, medical team, groundskeeper - everyone knows someone who knows someone else involved in the sport. For Amelia White, it was a family affair.

Having grown up with her father as a senior tactical analyst for many different clubs throughout his career, and an older brother currently playing for Brighton in the Premier League, there was no opportunity for her to escape the fanaticism of the sport. It was what her household lived and breathed, football. Most would think that, with her brother being as successful as he is now, her childhood was shadowed by her brother's success but that's not the case. She capitalised on her ability to think both logically and creatively, and absorbed all of the information her father could give her as if she was a sponge, to establish a name of her own in the sport and advance her career in the sport. At the age of 21 she upped and left the comforts of her home in West London, accepted a position at Juventus within their graduate program & worked her way up the ranks to be their youngest tactical analyst by the age of 24.

So far in her career, the support of her mother, father & brother were unmatched by any. They were all so proud of her for making her own name, proving herself and succeeding in one of the most competitive football leagues in the world. She was smart, tactful, both meticulous and ruthless in her approach to her career and the success of her players. Because after all, they were her players. She worked day in and day out, studying them and their opponents, drafting performance plans and set pieces for every possible outcome of the play, so that they could perform at their best. They had her trust and faith, and she had theirs. This is probably what her family was most proud of, and wished her every success, until she was appointed as a tactical analyst for the Italian National Team for the upcoming Euro 2020 tournament. Which happened to be the same tournament that her brother had received his call up to the Three Lions. Which was the current level at which her father was a senior tactical analyst for the English National Team. The Euro 2020 Tournament was about to be a real family affair...

10 July 2021

It had been 2 months since she last had any contact with her family. 3 months ago, Amelia signed a contract with the Federcalcio, the governing body of football in Italy, to become the Azzurri’s tactical analyst for the foreseeable European Football Championship. In turn, her silky signature at the bottom of the agreement, also constituted a digital and physical contact ban with members of her family that were also involved with the tournament...her father and her brother.

At the time of the contract, and against her better judgement, Amelia hadn’t told her family of her opportunity. She knew her father would be proud, but her brother would be bitter. Her mother was switzerland, completely neutral and rooting for both of her children - but that's not how football works. No matter your role you have a job to do, and you do everything you can to make sure it is your team that lifts the trophy at the end of the tournament. So, on May 23rd her family congratulated her for another successful season at Juventus, and unbeknownst to them, said goodbye for the next 2 months. Until the day before the final match of the tournament, Italy v. England.

Her heart dropped when England won their semi final match against Denmark. She wanted nothing more than for her brother to be happy and for her father to succeed, but she didn’t want to have to go up against them in the final. Ultimately, she knew they were good, but she also knew that she could hold her own and compete with the best. Having a close relationship with her brother, up until this period, meant that she often paid attention to the premier league. This was a major benefit to her as she had already started analysing the azzurri’s opponents. It was her job to know what foot Raheem Sterling preferred to pass with, what direction Declan Rice preferred to take the ball up the field, what direction of receiving the ball did Harry Maguire struggle the most with. So that's how she spent the three days between matches, solidifying her knowledge of her opponents & predicting the plays her dad would be instructing the English team to complete, to attempt to outperform the Italians. However nothing would prepare her for the knock on her suite door, or for what was on the other side…

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“Ciao Amelia, vieni con me per favore. abbiamo organizzato una visita supervisionata con tuo fratello prima della finale di domani sera. sorpresa!” (hi amelia, come with me please. we have arranged a supervised visit with your brother prior to the final tomorrow night. surprise!). I stood there in shock staring at one of my players & closest friends, Federico Bernardeschi. I was a person who didn't enjoy spontaneity, who thrived off of preparation and organisation. I needed the opportunity to overthink every situation so that I could prepare for every possible outcome. This was not my idea of a good time. Of course I missed my brother, but I know just how volatile he can be. Nevertheless, I grabbed my jacket and shoved my sneakers on before following Fede down the hall and into a blacked out van that was waiting to take me to St. George’s Park for my family reunion.

Upon arriving, and after a stern pep talk from Fede (who was my appointed supervisor for the visit - not sure I would say he was the most responsible choice but he did talk some sense into me) I walked into the main entrance and saw my father leaning against the reception desk waiting for me.

“Papa!!” I called as I walked over to him, ready to smother him with my love and affection. My father, Dean White, and I had as good of a relationship as possible, being that he was always heavily involved with my brother Ben’s footballing career as well as his own. I think when I came along, my father didn't know how to be a girl dad, so he took my mothers advice and just involved me like he would Ben. I was glad that I would be seeing him first, and he would be taking me to see my no-doubt pissed off brother.

“Dad, this is Fede, one of my players”

“Ciao Dean, it’s very nice to meet you but i am also her bodyguard for this evening” Fede introduced himself to my father and they exchanged pleasantries. I had a look around the foyer of the facility until I heard my name brought up in conversation.

“Amelia, come on. The boys are just over here. I don’t think you have long before heading back to your camp” My dad called to me. Boys? As in...more than just my brother?

“Hahaha that's funny dad, just show me to his room and we can have our screaming match there. Should only be about 20 or so minutes”

“Ben’s not in his room, we have a recreation room for the players and staff to lounge about and relax in. Pretty sure he’ll be in there. Come on, you’ve never been scared of your brother before. Why start now?” Before I knew it, Dad was leading us through some doors and into a large common area with bean bags, pool tables and couches - all occupied by current first team members of the English National Football team.

“Dean mate, don’t normally see you down here after 7pm. Oh look at that, someone let the trash in.” A loud mouthed player, that I used to adore as if he was my own brother, calls out as he notices us enter the room. And just like that, I shake off my nerves, stand in front of my taller & more argumentative bodyguard, relax my shoulders and stare into the eyes of Kyle Walker - daring him to challenge me and push me further.

“Relax Kyle, Benjamin White - your sister is here to see you.” Dad cut Kyle off. I didn’t need him to defend me against Kyle’s harsh comments, I could defend myself.

“Wow, I thought hell would freeze over before I got the opportunity to speak to you. Of course, I didn't realise hell would look quite like seeing you in that shade of blue.” My brother, Ben, spoke bitterly at me as he approached me from the other side of the room. This, coupled with Walker’s exclamation earlier, got the attention of the majority of the players scattered about.

“Ben, if you let me explain in private I'm sure you will be able to understand why things had to be this way” I tried to reason with him. Letting go of my always-defensive guard and pleading with my big brother to open his mind to see my side of the story.

“As if I would even talk to you right now, the night before the final, you’re probably here to try and get some insider information. Boys make sure you don’t say anything to her, she’s as sly as they come” Ben’s words were as sharp as a knife - but I knew what I had to say would cut him deeper.

“Ok that's enough! You are ridiculous! What did you expect me to do? Not take the job because you’re my brother? This is my career we are talking about here” I challenged him. “If you think for one second i stopped supporting you then you must be even more stupid than i thought. Of course this isn't the ideal situation, I'm proud of you for reaching a final but I'm just as proud of myself for doing the same thing.” I got progressively closer to my brother, who stood there with his hands beside himself, unable to get a word in.

“I came tonight to wish you good luck, to tell you I loved you, to give you a hug and tell you to stay safe and play smart. Whilst I still wish all of this for you, I now want you to know that I want you to play your best so I can be better than you. I can show you exactly how good at my job I am. I want you to know that no matter what way you play the ball, I'll be right there waiting for you. I am prepared for this, I hope you are too - so that it will feel that much more sweet when we beat you” I sneered at my older brother, who at this point, is quite visibly feeling a mixture of shock and embarrassment.

I take a step back, let out a breath and shake the tension from my shoulders. Breaking eye contact with my brother, I look briefly - yet confidently - at the other players in the room and take a step back. I turned to my dad, who was looking at me solemnly, as though he wasn’t happy with my outburst but understood it came from a place of frustration with my sibling. Walking up, giving him a kiss on the cheek and wishing him luck, I turned to look at Fede and began to walk to the door. This interaction with my brother, although supposed to be a nice moment shared between siblings, has only gone and motivated me to be at my best tomorrow, to prepare my players to go to war and to come out the other side victorious.

Part 2 | seconda parte

[feliciaiswriting]

🌻ꗥ～ꗥ🌻 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 🌻ꗥ～ꗥ🌻

Hi! If you are begginer writer, this post is for you! I have few years of experience in writing, so here are my advices!

Don’t overwhelm yourself. Write when you have energy and inspiration. Writing is not funny and pleasing, when you’re forcing yourself to do this. Take your time. 

Create a document on your PC. This is gonna be your personal notebook, where you can create characters, plot, write some dialogue ideas and whatever you want to do with your story. 

Take inspiration from pictures, photos, music, nature, EVERYTHING! World is full of amazing things that can give you inspiration and ideas for stories. 

Don’t compare yourself with other writers. We are community who wants to encourage and support each others. Just because you are begginer doesn’t mean you have less talent. 

Practice a lot! Go back to your old stories and make them better. It’s gonna be great practice to see your progress!

Read authors that inspire you! Try to get inspirations with style, maybe overall composition of text or some words. 

Think about using more extended descriptions of appearance, locations and things. Try to draw characters/places, it helps with writing A LOT, trust me. 

Expand your vocabulary. Try to use words or collocations to make your text more fancy and proffesional. For example: Istead of: ‘‘It was a very hot time’‘, use: ‘‘It was a hot spell’‘; or instead of: ‘‘I know you like sweets and candies.’‘ try: ‘‘I know you have sweet tooth.’‘

Try to build tension and make your story interesting. Write text that you would defiinetly want to read by yourself! Give it to neutral person to read, I don’t recommand family and friends. Ask some of mate or person met on social media, even your favourite writer! 

Post your story when you’ll feel ready for it. Don’t let anyone to force you to do this. It’s the worst thing ever. You wanna show everyone your work? That’s great! You prefere to save your stories for yourself? It’s also great! Don’t let the thing you love, turn into something what you’ll hate. 

If you decide to make your story public, be ready for all kind of words. Feedback is very important. Accept constructive criticism, it’s not bad thing! Somebody wants to help you to become even better writer. If someone shares hate - ignore it. Don’t let ANYONE to restrict you or destroy your passion with nasty words.

It’s okey when you have a lot of not finished stories. I’m one of this people who has almost 10 stories and still creating new ones, so don’t worry, it’s normal thing! 

Write what you want to write, not something what someone wants to! If you don’t feel good with writing some certain kind of stories, don’t do this. It’s not healty for you. 

Do research. It’s important if you write about real places, historical events or certain careeres. If you can go to the forest or to the beach, go there! Describe what do you feel, what do you see and hear. Later you can use this in story! 

Don’t give up. Never leave writing. Take breaks when you don’t feel for writing, don’t blame yourself for not writing enough and continue to develop your skills. You are an amazing person with very creative mind, so it’s your strong side! 

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

...Story Imagine...

((Vampire AU with Loki))

It's the 18Th Century, (Y/n) and her family we attending a ball, which was held by her father's many associate. As many women of that Era it was frowned upon a woman who spoke her mind, didn't smile, don't act shy, and most importantly if they were not we'd by a certain young age, which (Y/n) had past, as she was soon entering her 20s. Her little sister, however, was finally entering her 14, making her one of the most eligible young women to marry off, which earned her their mother's complete attention. Their father was different, he didn't care much for the ideas of marriage his wife followed, he loved both his daughters, he was the one who taught (Y/n) to read and write when she asked for it, provided books to expand her knowledge, and when she said how the person asking for her hand was not to her liking he always put his foot down against her mother and rejected the man. Her mother always threw a tantrum on how it was inappropriate for her to be literate, read such "Masculine" books instead of learning broidery like women her age should.

Years oast she had grown older her mother ignored her and focused on her younger sister, who her mother made sure she wouldn't be "infected" like she had, and so her younger sister became the "Perfect" woman any man would want. While her mother was flaunting her younger sister completely ignoring her, she kept glancing around the ball in boredom, her father already drunk with other men laughing and having fun. As for her she was standing behind her mother and other women, who had nothing interesting to talk of, jus looking around and gossiping.

Until they grew quite when the door opened announcing a late arrivals to the party. (Y/n) didn't not look as she didn't care, but she could her the women talking about how these people were new nobles who moved from their country for a better life and profit, and how both sons were still single making the young girls in the group to giggle in excitement. And that made (Y/n) intrigued and she looked up, eyes widened slightly when she caught the small family of 4, they were far away and surrounded by people so it was difficult to have a clear look . One of the women who knew their story started to explain. The father with one eyes, used to lead soldiers when his country was at war, which earned him a title. No body knew a lot of the mother, but from her grace and beauty she was a high member of woman society, as with a single smile she could women anyone's heart. The elder son,who many women swooned over, wanted to follow his father's footsteps, as he trained every day since he was a child making him a one man army. The younger brother, followed his mother's footsteps of being one of the most influential members of society, with a few words he'd have anyone wrapped around his fingers.

Hearing all that, (Y/n)'s mother was determined to ensure her younger sister be part of that family. And so like many other women, she waited patiently for an opportunity to introduce herself. (Y/n) didn't want anything to do with her mother's pathetic plan and so she found herself a sofa, which thankfully wasn't preoccupied since many women rushed in to meet the sons of the soldier.

As (Y/n) was minding her own business, she didn't notice when a man came towards her and introduced himself. He asked for a dance, which she declined, then started conversation on various subject and that didn't matter to the you g lady, thinking he was showing his knowledge but it did catch (Y/n)'s Attention when he started asking for her thoughts in the matter, and seemed pleased when she spoke her mind. Having a better look at the stranger (Y/n) found him quite charming. Thier fun was short lived when her mother barged in on thier conversation, which wasn't knew since her mother made it a habit to come and make the gentlemen's attention om her sister, however, was did suprise her is when her mother started acting... Nice to her in front of the man, she still introduced her sister who stared daggers at her direction, but this time she acknowledged her.

As they talked, the gentlemen seemed put off by her mother who didn't seem to get the hint that he wasn't interested in dancing with her younger sister, instead he turned and asked (Y/n) for a dance, and it surprised her since all men always preferred her sister. But her mood was ruined by her mother's actions, she didn't want to be forced to dance and act nice because of her mother, she wanted to be acknowledged willingly, and so she declined. The gentlemen seemed to have understood her sudden shift of mood, and so he excused himself, not before saying how he hopes to meet (Y/n) again. When he left he mother wasted no time to berate her one everything she did, and she ignored it but when she started to accuse her for wanting to steal her sister's "Suitors" is when she started to talk back of how the man was the one who came to her and continued talking to her even when she didn't show interest. Later on she'd understand her mother's outburst for the man was none other than the youngest son of the foreigner couple and his name was Loki.

But (Y/n) didn't think much of it as they left the party and ignoring her mother's lecture of how her time was gone and that her sister was a priority.

On the next day, everyone was surprised when her father came declaring he invited the family dinner to their house last night, making thier house turn into chaos as her mother ran around and made the servants clean the house thoroughly and pampered her sister with dresses, praises and advices on how she should act in order to not only win one of the brother's but also the parents favor. (Y/n) was told to not ruin this for her sister who boosted on how she'd have thw siblings fighting over her. (Y/n) just rolled her eyes in disgust on how her sister turned out and how she was thinking. When the night came (Y/n)'s mother was at the door greeting them, her sister made a lot of effort to show herself off to the elder brother, who obviously felt awkward. When Loki came into view he had a look of displeasure as if he didn't want to be there, but when his eyes landed on her, his eyes brightened and he smiled as he greeted her personally, which earned a scowl from both mother and sister.

During the entire night Loki kept conversing with (Y/n), which encouraged his brother, Thor, and mother, Frigga, to do the same thing, both seemed delighted with how knowledgable and out spoken she was, and when Odin said something the (Y/n) disagreed on her mother stood immediately apologizing and saying how she wasn't "Right in the head" but Odin only replied with how she shouldn't apologize for something that was correct and how they were having a conversation and it's normal to have different opinion. When dinner was served Loki made sure to be across from (Y/n) to continue conversing, which Thor and frigga would join in, much to the displeasure of both her mother and sister but to her father's great delight.

From Loki's POV:

He and his family moved in to the new country because of Vampire hunters who filled thier previous home. Loki was understanding and believed this new beginning was good to them, but to find out how the humans acted made him quickly miss thier home. him and Thor, were surprised to learn of how women had basically no rights, that all of them were illiterate and if they did seek knowledge it would be wrong, but what almost a slap in the face to almost all of them is when they learned that families marry their daughters off at the age of 14 and that being older than 17 was a death sentence of a life alone. And so they had to endure such society for the time being until they found a better place to call home. It was a difficult to find people to eat since these people made sure to stay in thier homes. Thankfully, they met a a fellow vampire who taught them of the ways of this society and how act around them even provided them blood.

One night, the vampire insisted that they join in a ball to throw away suspicion from them since a lot seemed to ask about them. But the moment he entered he felt a sudden pull to someone in the room and he NEEDED to find out who. So using the women's attention to his brother Loki slipped away and made sure he stayed in the dark as he followed the sudden feeling he had, like a string pulling his heart. And that's when he saw her, he swore that he could feel his dead heart beat at her sight. He would have gave in to his instinct and just took her away from her so he could keep her from anyone's sight but his own. But remembering the rules given to him, Loki introduced himself to her. He at first tried to impress her with his vast knowledge and Silver tongue, when that didn't work her started to ask her questions which he has to supress a chuckle at how her eyes sparked with bit of excitement and so he continued to ask her opinion of various subjects, making him fall deeper with her if not delighted to learn that unlike the women he met so far, she was quiet knowledgeable. His time was ruined when her mother came in and started introducing herseas he mother, from the way his Lady was suprised he could tell that such act was non-existent. Then when she pressured him to ask her child for a dance he asked His dear lady instead, he was very disappointed when she rejected him, clearly displeased by her mother's behavior. Seeing that her mother won't leave them, he found it better to leave despite the beast in him snarling and demanding him to scare the mother away so he might be alone with his Lady again. Before he left he told her that he would like to see her again, which seemed to please her.

Back in his home, his father demanded where did he leave to, and when he explained himself to his family both parents seemed surprised and delighted as his mother took him a tight hug before explaining to them that the person Loki met was his fated mate. Thor congratulated him, and asked about the lady that's when he realized that he knew only her name, and ignored the mother completely when she introduced herself so he can't remember a last name. He wanted to explore town in hopes of finding his lady again but his father ordered him to postpone his search for tommorow they have to visist a nobleman's home, who insisted to host them.

Loki was voicing his displeasure the entire ride to the nobleman's home. He was planning to not interact with anyone that night. But when his eyes landed on her he wanted nothing to run and take her in his arms before burying his face in her neck to basking in her scene and presence but he forced himself back. He introduced her to his family who immediately understood by the sudden big smile on his face who was this woman.

Loki would decide the very next day to follow the custom and court (Y/n), much to her mother's delight, and her sister's dismay. There will be "Coincidence" meetings, and when her sister meets a strange man from church telling her that the man his sister with was a monster who'd suck her blood dry, how can she save her sister.

((Still working on the story line, expect updates))