#like yes let them be happy and married in peace they deserve it

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i just love thinking about hannigram in their cute little house in cuba post-fall 🥺🥺 like after everything they went through they can finally exist together in a space made specially for them

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Respect

Feyd-Rautha x female!reader

Summary: Your betrothed is a son from one of the Great Houses, an awful man who has enjoyed threatening and scaring you since you were children. Feyd makes it known he doesn't appreciate such disrespectful treatment of the woman he loves.

Notes/Warnings: SA (mention of past unwanted touching. Not by Feyd). Violence and blood. Implied or mentioned sexual situations. Feyd is soft for reader and reader only. Typos, im sure. I think that's it. Feel free to correct me.

Words: 1900

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You told him stories of the youngest son of House Kenric. As you lay in Feyd’s arms, you recounted your meetings with your betrothed over the years. The ways he teased you as children, pinching your skin, tugging on your hair, spitting in your face, calling you worthless, stupid, pathetic. Then in the years before coming of age, how he would mock you alongside his brothers. How he would smack you if you defended yourself and force you to tell your father you’d fallen. How he would grope you over your dress when neither your parents nor his were paying attention. But you’d kept one story from him; the most recent of them.

Feyd had met you at a party for a handful of influential Great Houses, and it wasn’t long before he found himself rather attached to you. Over the course of six hours, you’d met, talked, flirted, snuck off, kissed, fell into bed, fucked, and returned to the party with no one the wiser. It was that same night you were able to convince your father of a budding interest in Harkonnen ways, and that if the Houses were aiming for peace and unity, there would be no harm in you spending a few months on Giedi Prime.

At the time, Feyd knew the “Harkonnen ways” you so appreciated didn’t extend far past the attachment the two of you shared and his ability to make you see stars when his cock was inside of you, but it eventually developed into more. Much more. Though never said aloud, he loved you. So much so that when you finally informed him of your betrothed’s treatment of you the week preceding the party—his cornering you, touching you, telling you of his intent to control and use you as he pleases once you become his wife—Feyd struggled to swallow his rage. 

“I’m scared, honestly,” you told him, your hand sliding up from his abdomen over his chest to the curve where his neck met his shoulder, gently squeezing the toned muscle. “How do I become the wife of a man like that? And what about producing his heir? I’ll have no choice but to let him have me.”

It made Feyd sick to think of another man so close to you. Another man’s hands on you, his lips marring your body, tongue between your folds, sweat staining your skin. Even screwing his eyes shut couldn’t make those images disappear. They only grew stronger, tormenting him. She’s not yours, a little voice whispered. Not your woman, not the mother of your child, not your wife. 

But, fuck, you should be. You should be all of those things. You would make a perfect Baroness; the only one Feyd could imagine himself wanting. You would face hardship with a sturdy backbone and not shy away from what Giedi Prime would request of you. You would be respected as the ruler by his side, as you deserve. Respected most of all by the man who loves you.

“Would you rather marry me?” Feyd asked, lazily running his fingers up and down your bare spine. He felt a sudden uneasiness, like nerves wiggling throughout his limbs. Such an unfamiliar sensation. Unwelcome, but not misplaced he supposed.

“Yes,” you replied to his relief. “But we both know that’s not how this works, Feyd. It’s just not that simple.”

You were right. It wasn’t simple. Your father made an arrangement with House Kenric, but there was no chance Feyd was going to let that old Duke take you from him in two weeks and ship you off to marry an abusive, unworthy pest of a man. If your father wouldn’t permit simplicity for the sake of your happiness, then Feyd would just have to make it simple. 

—

“Why is it again that I’m not allowed to see?” you ask as Feyd guides you down a dark corridor with his fingers covering your eyes.

“I told you it’s a surprise,” he teases. “Don’t you like my presents?” 

You chuckle. “Of course, I like your presents.”

“Then that’s all you need to know,” he tells you. “We are here, anyway.”

Coming to a stop, Feyd removes his hands from your eyes and places them on your shoulders, kneading out the tension that has only worsened in your body as your wedding day grows nearer. You blink once, twice, still curious as to what sort of present could possibly be this far from your rooms, but when your vision adjusts to the onslaught of bright light illuminating the small cell, you gasp at the sight before you. 

“What do you think?” Feyd asks, pressing a kiss to your neck as you take in the badly beaten body of Aldo Kenric—your future husband.

He’s secured to a chair, his arms strapped down to the chairs arms and legs strapped to legs. His head hangs low. His shirt is torn down the front, exposing the deep purple bruises that litter his torso. Blood drips from his nose and split lips to stain white fabric and forge red rivers through the hills of his abdomen muscles. If not for the pink flush to his skin, you would think him long dead.

The hand that raises to your mouth partially conceals your shock, but the rest of your face gives the emotion away. Your eyelids don’t seem to be able to blink anymore, and your brows will not lower from their position high up on your forehead. You don’t know how to swallow what you see.

With a sigh, Feyd says, “Wait a moment. He’s not very lively.” Then he steps around you toward your betrothed, lifts the man's head by his cropped blond hair, and hits him across the face with a smack that echoes throughout the cell. Scarlet droplets splatter across Feyd’s forearm like flung paint from a brush.

Aldo jolts awake, body convulsing in a sharp jerk. His eyes blow wide as saucers as he snaps his head in all directions and struggles against his binds. The gag in his mouth muffles his whimpers of panic. 

“H-How?” you stutter, glancing at Feyd. “When did you—”

“I had some of my men snatch him last night,” Feyd informs you. ‘While we were busy fucking’, he leaves out. “I was told it was done without difficulty. Didn’t put up a decent fight of any sort.” 

He grabs Aldo’s jaw, fingers pressing into the hollows of his cheeks, and forces his head so he has no choice but to look directly into Feyd’s eyes. “We had a long talk about respecting our women, didn’t we, Kenric?”

Tears stream down the man’s face, cutting through dried blood and dripping onto Feyd’s hand. Aldo tries to yank his head free from the tight grasp to look at you. You think he’s repeating your name behind the stuffing in his mouth, but you can’t be sure.

“What are you going to do with him?” you ask.

“What would you like me to do with him?”

“I can decide?”

He laughs. “Of course. I wouldn’t give you a gift and not let you choose what to do with it.”

You almost flinch in shock. You’re not known for choosing things for yourself. Until you met Feyd, ‘choice’ was a word associated with negativity and obligatory sacrifice. He is the one thing you’ve ever chosen. Your clothes, your hair, your studies, your husband—all selected for you. But Feyd…you met him and fell and didn’t want to get back up. 

Maybe now, you don’t have to.

“You’d kill him?” you ask.

Aldo screams behind his gag, more salty wet lines running down his face. His squirming shifts the chair back and forth and forward and back. Unevenly distributed weight nearly causes him to fall on his side, but Feyd sets him upright before he can crack his head on the stone floor. 

Reaching around his back, Feyd pulls out a small knife and in one sharp motion sinks it into Aldo’s thigh with a sickening yet satisfying thick thud. “Stay put,” he growls, then he turns to you with a smile. “Yes, I would kill him, if that would make you happy.”

Water pools in the corner of your eyes. Your bottom lip begins to quiver. Feyd rushes to you and cups your cheeks in warm palms. 

“Do not cry,” he demands as his thumbs brush over your cheekbones. “You know I hate it.”

“I'm sorry,” you say, sucking in a few deep breaths between your sniffles. “No one has ever done something like this for me before.”

His face softens. “I’d do everything for you,” he swears before drawing you in for a kiss; slow and sensual and sweet in front of the broken man who currently has a claim on your hand. You lose yourself to mouths moving in perfect sync until he pulls back. 

“So, do you have a preference?” he asks, giving you one final peck. “Slit throat now, or arena in the morning?”

Your head tilts in contemplation as you observe the distressed, wailing man who has happily hurt and terrified you. By nature, you are not a violent woman, not in the way your man is a violent man, and you were raised to believe that it is improper and rude and disrespectful to wish pain upon someone else—downright cruel or whatever—but there’s a sense of freedom now. Clearer mind, lighter heart, straighter spine, weakened conscience.

You raise a brow. “If I choose the arena, will you make a show of it?”

Feyd hums in agreement.

“And, um…” you pause.

“You can have anything you want,” Feyd says at your hesitation.

You nod, your confidence renewing with his encouragement. Yes, he’s right, you can have anything. With Feyd, it’s anything, and it’s conditionless. 

As you slowly drag your hand down his chest, you peer up at him through your lashes. “Will you go in without a shirt? I’d like to see you come out covered in red.”

Feyd smirks then steps out of your arms and crouches in front of your soon-to-be-former betrothed. “Did you hear her?” he asks Aldo as he flicks the hilt of the blade sticking out of his flesh. Aldo whimpers, pressing his legs together. “Covered, she says. And I will give her what she wants because I love her and this is how I respect her.”

Leaning down, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Let’s go to our room. I want to thank you…properly,” you whisper, softly kissing just under his ear before sucking his earlobe into your mouth. Feyd groans.

“And then I will properly thank you for thanking me, my love,” he says with a grin that falls into a frown when he turns back to Aldo. “See, Kenric? Respect.” Feyd slaps the top of Aldo’s leg for emphasis as he stands. “You can keep the knife for now. Can't have you bleeding out. We have an important day ahead of us and I don’t want it to be too easy.”

“Come on,” you snicker, pulling him by the hand as you walk backward out of the cell. 

Feyd spins and grabs you at the waist to lift you into his arms. You giggle as your legs lock around his hips.

“Will you agree to marry me now?” he asks you.

“Yes,” you tell him, your lips ghosting over his. “You saved me.”

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the final Lady Sharpe part 5: sent away

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Summary: Your plans with Thomas are coming to an end as his machine parts arrive and you both head into the city to set into motion Lucille's arrest.

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k (get a drink ready)

Warning/s: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers exit the room i only ask nicely once); vaginal fingering; oral sex (f receiving); Lucille Sharpe (yes she's a warning) [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: married blorbos are snowed in (oh no how terrible 😈😏); Thomas is a simp for his wife; mutual pining sad blorbos hours

Dick-tionary: smut starts at "If we cannot lay together, then at least let me pleasure you." and ends at "…except one somber truth"

Logically there was no good reason why Thomas would wake this morning in a significantly better mood, considering that he was still stuck in this manor, a death sentence care of his psychotic murderous sister still looming over your head, and tasked with a nightly distraction that even the mere thought of it made his stomach want to turn. And yet somehow, in these few moments when he got to rouse from sleep before you did, getting to really look upon your features at a seemingly peaceful rest while he held you in his arms, there was a contentment that blanketed him and kept him warm despite the biting cold of winter.

If he could keep even at least this after this treacherous endeavor was done with, if he could keep you, then perhaps he could believe himself still deserving of happiness despite all the devastation he'd wrought throughout the years. There was no version of the near future that he could picture where he would be denied the simplest pleasure of getting to see you, perhaps even hold you. And with those thoughts, his mood had begun to sour, fully knowing that that was what awaited him at the end of the road. Dissolution of marriage.

And he couldn't even fault you for that. Why would you wish to stay with him given the context on why he'd chosen to court you? Why would you have any reason to believe him if he could muster up the courage to tell you that he'd fallen irretrievably in love with you and that he wanted more than anything to try to make this marriage work? To make it real?

He traced the back of his finger across your cheekbone, his heart twisting and melting all at once when you smiled and nuzzled your cheek against his chest. "I love you," he whispered, hoping that somehow his message would reach into your dreams. "I don't want you to leave if we make it through this. I wish to stay with you. Wherever you wish to go, I'll happily follow."

You began to stir in his arms, soft groans coming from you as you slowly roused in your husband's embrace. "Hmm?" The baronet's heart caught in his throat when your eyes fluttered open and met his, a soft smile stretching across your face. "Morning..."

He couldn't resist the urge to press a kiss to the tip of your nose, doing his best to fight back the desire to do nothing more than simply to stay in bed just like this when you rewarded him with such a lighthearted, melodic giggling in response. "Good morning, wife."

"Big day today," you mumbled, failing to fight back a yawn as you worked your way out of his embrace to sit up on the bed. "Your machine parts arrive today if your supplier and the postal service is on schedule. I just have to get all the duplicate documents I've had hidden away in your workshop together so I can send them over to my contacts in Scotland Yard." Excitement colored your features as you reached for his hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "It's almost over. We actually did it. You're almost free."

Thomas' stomach dropped as the reality of the situation dawned on him, mentally counting back on how long it had been since he carried you in his arms across the threshold of Allerdale Hall and you concocted a plan that might grant him his freedom from Lucille's reign of terror. Three and a half weeks. He would be expecting the notice from the post office any day now. Tears prickled in the back of his eyes as your words haunted him.

You'll be free from me, too.

You seemed oblivious to the darkness that begun to plague him as you bounded your way over to the wardrobe, starting to dress yourself so that you two could grab something to eat. And check on your mail for the day.

Thomas made his way to you, gently placing his hands over yours while you did up the buttons up the back of your dress. "May I?"

"Go ahead," you said breathily, releasing your hold on the stiff buttons. Your husband took his time carefully slipping each stiff button through its loop, softly kissing your temple as he worked his way up your back.

He rushed to grab for your collar piece before you reached for it, making you both break out into light chuckles as he tightened his other arm around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek once he'd successfully grabbed the piece of fabric. "Never pictured you to be the type that had a playful mood, husband," you giggled, righting yourself and gathering your hair in your hands so he could secure the piece around your neck.

Before he could stop himself, he pressed his lips to the back of your neck, the sound of your staggered breathing and faint whimper spurring him on to press another. And another. All so that the words that danced on the tip of his tongue couldn't escape. Come back to bed. I wish to hold you a while longer. I have no desire to leave this room.

And the most dangerous words of all. Words that he never thought he would say to another and fully mean them. I love you. And I wish to spend the rest of my life with you.

"Thomas," you gasped his name like you were fighting for breath, reaching behind you and holding on to him to keep yourself upright. He groaned against your neck when your hand met the bare skin of his stomach. "What's gotten into you?"

His adamant words from many nights ago nearly slipped from his lips. You're my wife. I should be with you. It should be you.

"Can I not simply indulge in greeting my wife--"

The sharp rapping of knuckles on your bedroom door pulled you both harshly out of the moment, worsened by the shrill tone of Lucille on the other end. "If you both dawdle about, breakfast will get cold."

"We'll be down shortly, Lucille, just start without us," you called back, muttering something about mood ruiners. "We should go," you told him with a downhearted exhale, your breath hitching again when it seemed that the last few moments seemed to have no effect on Thomas, who resumed with kissing along the column of your neck. "Thomas, didn't you hear your sister? Breakfast will get cold."

"Then we'll eat it cold, darling," he mumbled, setting your collar piece back down on your dresser so he could wrap his arms around you. He turned you around in his arms, mesmerized as he watched your hair slip from your hand and fall to frame your face. "Have I told you how exquisite you look in the morning light?"

You broke out into a smile, averting your gaze from his as you made a motion to step out of his hold. "Thomas come on, we should go you need to--"

"Or how I think you're absolutely brilliant?" he cut you off, framing your face in his hands before pressing a tender kiss to your lips. Will I ever get to tell you that I've fallen in love with you? he thought to himself, savoring the fleeting moment where you returned his kiss before breaking it, taking a step backward and looking visibly flustered.

There was a long moment of deafening quiet before you spoke again, your tone soft, almost wistful. "If you keep this up, Sir Sharpe, I'll have no choice but to miss you when this is all over." Your expression became guarded, veiling to your husband the poignant fact that you, too, dreaded what would come after today.

The truth was that you already missed him, longed for him, even when he was already within your arm's reach. Just as he longed for you.

"There is still no mail that has come for your wife, Thomas," Lucille seethed the moment she made his way to his side as he fixed some tea for both of you. "I am growing quite impatient, it's nearly been a month and still no correspondence regarding her inheritance has come for her. In fact, no correspondence has come for her at all. As if there isn't a single soul that even cares to check up on her. Keep in touch. Could it be possible, sweet boy, that this Y/N is playing us for fools?"

A lump formed in Thomas' throat at his sister's suggestion, panic rising inside of him knowing how close her speculation actually was to the truth. "She did mention her father was quite the busy man, perhaps he has been overwhelmed with his work and will reach out soon."

"Well the old fool better hurry," she hissed. "The sooner we get what we need from this one, the sooner we can build toward an even better life together. Perhaps even make our way out of this decaying house. Finally let it sink to the ground."

The only better life I can envision is with the woman waiting for me at the dining table, he wanted so desperately to bite back. "Has any correspondence arrived for me, sister?" He struggled to keep his composure, forcing a smile on his face as he faced her cold, calculating features. How could you ever have convinced me that what we had, what you had me do, was love?

She was visibly taken aback by how he diverted the conversation, no longer speaking in a hushed tone and ensuring that you could hear from where you sat. "There--There is. A notice that those parts you ordered for your machine have come in. You'll need to sign for them at the post office."

"Excellent, I can bring Y/N along with me. Make a day of it."

Your face lit up at the mention of the notice. His supplier was perfectly within schedule. The end of your time together truly was drawing near; nearer than he ever wanted. "I would love to come with you to the city, husband," you beamed at him. "There are some letters I wish to send to my family as well. Keep them apprised of what I've been up to since getting married. All about Allerdale Hall and its rich history."

"That sounds like a perfect idea," Lucille told you both through gritted teeth. "I hope you two have a lovely time, then. Do try to get home before the blizzard strikes." Before Thomas made his way back to you, Lucille grabbed his arm in a talon-like grip. "The moment any form of correspondence comes for her, you are to tell me right away, dear brother. My patience can only last for so long."

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N, aren't you quite the sight to behold. How long has it been since you've aided us in a case with your expansive knowledge?" Detective Jeffries, a colleague of yours from Scotland Yard, was there to pick up his own mail from the post office and bumped into you and Thomas right as you arrived.

"Too long, Jeffries. Hopefully not so long that you'd all forgotten that the reason for my prolonged absence has been my acclimation to married life. I actually go by Lady Sharpe now," you politely corrected him, giving his hand a firm shake before gesturing toward your husband. There was a noticeable pinch at your heart calling yourself that. Lady Sharpe. You wouldn't be for long if things worked out according to plan. "I'd like to introduce you to my husband, Sir Thomas Sharpe. Lord of Allerdale Hall."

There was a fleeting moment of pure glee on Thomas' face at your introduction before he settled into a more cordial expression, stepping forward to shake the detective's hand. "Good to meet you, Detective," he greeted, placing his other hand on the small of your back before stepping back to your side. "I shall go see to my deliveries now, darling." Before he walked away and let you catch up with your colleague, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, giving you a soft smile before walking further into the post office for his parcel.

"And here I once recalled a feisty consultant insisting that she'd never fall in love or become the marrying type," Jeffries teased, wagging a finger at you as if to tell you 'I told you so'. "Matrimony becomes you, though, my friend. Both you and your husband are positively radiant with your adoration for one another. It doesn't take a detective to notice that."

His remark sat heavily in your heart, every part of you struggling not to give it away that the words struck a nerve. This marriage was a sham, and it would all be over soon. Thomas was just doing a remarkable job at pretending, and you…you didn't have to. Out here in public, feeding into the image of a newlywed couple happily in love, this was the only time you could let your love for him show. To communicate the sentiment that you would never dare to with words.

"Right well uhm…" You cleared your throat, shaking your head as if to shoo the conversation away. "What you said about aiding you all with a case…that's actually what I came here for. You remember those cases on the board that we could never make any headway on? Enola Sciotti? Edith Cushing? Pamela Upton? All missing persons cases?"

"Don't tell me you were spending your honeymoon investigating these cases, Y/N, that's simply depressing--"

"I didn't actively seek out the information, I stumbled into it," you cut him off, clutching the envelope of documents in your hand with a death grip. "Married into it, really."

Sheer horror colored your friend's features, throwing a look at the baronet currently making small talk with the workers inside as he signed for his parcels. "He--"

"No, Jeffries, not him. His sister. Lucille Sharpe. Right piece of work, that one. Sad to say they're no longer 'missing persons' cases." You placed the envelope into his hands, holding his gaze and hoping that he could see the desperation in your eyes. "These are copies of death certificates, marriage certificates, and money transfers. It paints a morbid timeline that will tell you what happened, what's been happening, behind the doors of Allerdale Hall. I've also made a transcript from recordings I found from a phonograph. One of his former wives caught a confession from Lucille Sharpe. There's a map of the manor in there as well, showing you where you'll find all the original documents and the recording cylinders."

"Y/N, if this is all true, you're not safe in that manor." His tone was laced with more than understandable concern. "Neither of you are."

"That's why I need you to get those documents to Scotland Yard as soon as you can and come to Allerdale Hall to arrest Lucille," you told him, your own fears starting to creep into your words as they stumbled out of your mouth. "She's already getting stir-crazy waiting for an inheritance to come to me that doesn't even exist. We've only barely managed to convince her that there's a windfall coming my way, but it won't be long until she grows impatient enough to kill me anyway and start fresh. Jeffries, we can't let her harm another woman for the sake of satiating her bottomless pit of hunger for money and status."

Now the detective clutched the documents tightly in his grasp, giving you a nod before flagging down a carriage. "We should have a squad there tomorrow. Until then you two stay safe. Perhaps try and spend the night elsewhere, just to make sure." He reached out to you, both of you grasping the other's forearm in a show of trust and respect. "Thank you, Y/L/N--I mean, Sharpe. You're about to bring closure to a whole lot of distraught families with this."

You only nodded, fear for your own safety creating a lump in your throat you found near impossible to swallow. "Let's focus on putting Lucille behind bars before we focus on what comes after. Thank you, Jeffries." You closed the door to the carriage and tapped on the wooden panel twice. "To Scotland Yard!" you called out to the coachman, who tipped his hat to you before the carriage began to move.

As you made your way back into the post office, you tried to force a wide smile onto your face, stomping down any fears you had for what awaited you once you made your way back to Allerdale Hall. And any anticipation you had for the heartache that would accompany your inevitable divorce.

Once you were within arm's reach, Thomas reached for your hand, pulling you towards him and wrapping his free arm around your waist before softly kissing your lips. "There you are, sweetheart." He quickly noticed the absence of the envelope from your hands. "It's done?"

You gave him a tight-lipped smile. "It's done," you confirmed. "We really did it."

The entire time that Thomas inspected the coil springs and other machine parts that were delivered for him, he kept his arm around your waist, his hand over yours and lacing your fingers together. His face was a mix of emotions, the plainest to see being relief, no doubt from the realization steadily creeping in that in a few short days he truly would be free from all of this.

There was a disquiet in his eyes, too. One that he tried so hard to mask, but you'd gotten to know him well enough ever since your courtship that no smile, no matter how bright or breathtaking, could ever mask it from you. And you knew exactly where his concern lied. It wouldn't take long for Scotland Yard to conclude that even though he had not been the one administering the potion, or the one holding the cleaver, he still bore a great amount of responsibility for the deaths of all his former wives.

Thomas would be seen as an accomplice to his sister's crimes; perhaps a case could even be argued for third-degree murder because of his administering of the cyanide. Sure the documents would reveal Lucille to be the mastermind, but they would also reveal that in some of those cases that had gone cold, Thomas was partly the executioner.

You flinched in his hold when the sound of the post office's main doors slamming shut hit your ears, all of you inside turning your heads toward the man holding the handles, a frantic look in his eyes. "The storm's gotten too strong," he huffed out, slumping to the ground. "No carriages in or out of the area, if the lot of us value our safety."

Your husband let out a sigh of relief, holding you closer against him before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Perhaps when we arrive at the manor tomorrow we need not even face her," he whispered into your hair.

"Yes, and while that is a marvelous turn of events, husband, we are faced with one…tiny problem." He tilted his head at you slightly, prompting you to continue. "We're still stuck here, and the nearest inn to rent a room is a good walk away. In this storm we'd likely freeze before we even reached the front door."

"Ah, yes…that," he murmured, brows knitted together as he tried to look around the post office for a possible place to pass the time.

"Erm…we might have something that could house yous," one of the workers spoke up, jerking his head towards the back of the office, signaling for you to follow him. "We 'ave a little suite here set up for whenever the owner comes by and wants to spend a few days in the city. Sure he won't mind if you use it for tonight."

He opened the doors to reveal a quaint bedroom that felt a far cry from the echoes of faded opulence that your room in Allerdale Hall held, and yet still emanated the feel of a warm embrace that home was supposed to feel like. When you looked upon Thomas, you could see from his expression that he likely held a similar sentiment.

"This will do more than fine," he stated, holding out his hand to the worker to shake. "Thank you."

"So now that your grievous time with Lucille is finally coming to a close, what are your plans for…well, the rest of your life? Your freedom?" you asked Thomas through the divider in the room, trying to keep your tone casual as you changed into your underdress, preparing for sleep.

He answered you with a sharp huff. "In truth, darling, I haven't even begun to think about it yet. I feel as if I am not completely in the clear yet. Best to focus my attention on that first before thinking about what I wish for my freedom to look like."

You took out the final pin in your hair, setting it down on the little table by the window, next to your blades, before stepping out from behind the divider, your husband immediately catching sight of the furrowed brows and the grimace on your face. "I'm sure Scotland Yard will have a degree of leniency, considering that Lucille's arrest will lead to the closing of multiple cold cases on their board."

"That was entirely your work, Y/N. Your work in making the arrest possible is all that they will see--"

"And I wouldn't have been able to accomplish any of it if I didn't have help," you cut  him off, making your way over to him and placing your hands on his shoulders, giving him a slight shake. "Not just from the spirits in that house, but from you. If I didn't have you in my corner, I would've been caught that first night. I know that I owe you a great debt for what you--"

The rest of your words died in a muffled squeak as he pulled you to him, the jerking motion causing you to straddle him on the bed as he captured your lips in a sudden kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feel of his lips moving against yours, his hands roaming your body freely until they buried  themselves in your hair.

He groaned against you, the sound melting into the sweetest sounding whimper when you crossed your hands behind his neck, pulling him closer. This would be the last night that you could call him your husband; perhaps you could allow yourself a sliver of indulgence. When he broke the kiss, he wrapped his arm securely around your waist before flipping you onto the bed, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.

"My beautiful, brilliant wife," he rasped, the gravelly tone of his voice sending thrills up your spine. He proceeded to kiss along your neck, softly sucking at the base of your throat while he undid the tie at the top of your underdress. A mix between a gasp and a moan escaped you when he hooked your leg around his waist, pressing your hips together.

"Thomas what are you doing?" you asked him dumbly, breathlessly. "We don't need to do this tonight. Or ever again--"

"I want to," he mumbled, pressing a kiss above your heart. "I wish to lay with you, Y/N Sharpe." He kissed his way back up to your lips, looking at you with those pleading pup-like eyes that made him near impossible to resist. That whittled your resolve down to nearly nothing. "Please…"

You were finding it increasingly difficult to deny him, especially with how he was pressed against you, and you could feel his erection even through the layers of his trousers and what sheer clothing you had on yourself. And considering how you'd come to feel about him in the weeks past, how alarmingly quickly you recovered from the shock of his true predicament and the actual circumstances of your marriage, and you still found yourself falling so recklessly in love with him, most parts of you wanted nothing more than to say yes to him.

But then there was the borderline unwelcome party in your internal argument. The logical voice in your head that rationalized his actions as an overwhelming gratitude mistaken for desire. That you had done so much to get him out of the diabolical inescapable captivity that Lucille manipulated him into, and he couldn't articulate his gratitude to the point that in his mind, he saw it as an urge to lay with you.

"Thomas…" you said his name slowly, trying so hard to keep your head level and work against your more primal urge to just shout your assent. Taking deep breaths wasn't any help; it just pressed your bodies closer together, the slightest shift in his hips threatening to drive you mad. "Think about this for a moment…Wouldn't you rather wait until you could lay with someone that you love?"

There was a split second where a pained look crossed his face, before he leaned back down to softly capture your lips, moaning into the kiss when you threaded your fingers through his curls. "I wish to at least do something for you." He kissed you again before presenting you with another all too tempting offer. "If we cannot lay together, then at least let me pleasure you."

He kissed a trail along your jaw, his breath warming your skin before he traced the shell of your ear with his tongue. His next words had you letting out a whimper of his name, your desire for him that had been simmering for weeks now starting to boil over.

"I've been reading through the books in the manor's library, and all I wish to do is show you what I've learned. To explore these avenues of pleasuring with you. My wife. Please. Let me at least do that."

Another whimper escaped you, the only sound you could manage to make as you finally relented and nodded your head. There was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes as he scanned your face, eyes never leaving yours as his hand made its way under your dress and up between your legs. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan once his fingers made contact with your slick arousal, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a half-smile.

He breathed your name, carefully studying every detail of your face as he traced up along the length of your slit, his mouth breaking out into a devilish grin when you arched your back off the bed, screaming for him when he touched the hardened bundle of nerves above your entrance. "Exquisite," he rasped, repeating the motion and causing you to let out a sharp moan. You could only manage a whimper when he started to kiss along your collarbone while those sinful fingers kept on stroking you, dipping into your warmth before making their way back to your clit.

Before long you felt a tension at your lower stomach, begging to be released. Whenever you'd reached this point in your solitude, back in the city, from your own touch, you would close your legs. The sensation was too great and you would stop yourself. Catch your breath. Having your husband situated between your legs made it impossible to close them now, his fingers still diligently stroking you. "Thomas p-please," you squeaked, struggling to breathe. "'S too m-much for me."

"Not enough," he muttered against your skin, stroking at you faster as he kissed at your collarbone. "Let go, darling. I've got you." He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your neck, flicking his tongue against the spot and letting out a whimper that sent you over the edge, your walls fluttering and clenching around nothing as he continued to stroke at your clit.

Thomas proceeded to kiss down your chest while you tried to catch your breath, pulling back his fingers from you to firmly hold on to your hips, pinning you to the bed as his lips descended further down. You uttered his name in a breathless question, your heart beating even faster when his hands moved to hike your underdress up your legs and place your thighs on his shoulders.

"I'm not done yet," he said with a whimper, kissing his way up your inner thigh and looking up to meet your eyes, his pupils blown out so wide his eyes were near black. Shining with a sincerity that stole what air remained from your lungs. "I wish to taste you."

"Thomas what are you--Oh!" You arched your back off the bed once more, letting out an obscene moan as he licked up your entrance and closed his mouth around the oversensitized nub above it. The sight of his onyx curls subtly moving with every bob of his head, his hands grasping your thighs to keep you in place, immediately burned itself into your memory.

You would remember every devastatingly pleasurable moment of tonight for as long as you'd live. Remember him.

It wasn't long before he brought you to the brink of orgasm again, mercilessly flicking his tongue against you until you came undone, your husband making you ride his tongue while you came down from your high. Soft groans slipped from his mouth while he licked away at your release, kissing along your inner thighs again when he brought the fabric of your underdress over your legs again.

There were no words left in your mind except one somber truth. "You're going to make a fortunate woman very happy in the future, Mister Sharpe."

Thomas couldn't sleep that night, holding your sleeping form in his arms as he absently stroked at your hair. His life felt like a stick of dynamite that could set off and crumble around him at any moment now; while he allowed himself to feel a touch of relief that soon he would finally be free from Lucille and her wretched ways, that freedom came at a heart-wrenching price.

You.

Your words before you went slack in his hold haunted him, ringing constantly in his mind now like an eerie church choir. You're going to make a fortunate woman very happy in the future, Mister Sharpe.

His day ended the same way it began, watching your peaceful features as your head rested on his chest. With him speaking words he hoped would somehow reach you in your dreams. "I want to make you happy, Y/N." He didn't bother fighting back the tears that welled in his eyes as the thought slammed into him that this may very well be the last night he had with you.

And then you would disappear from his life. You'll be free from me, too.

"I don't want to be free of you," he whispered through the suppressed sobs. "I wish to be free with you. I love you, Y/N Sharpe." He pressed his lips to your forehead, a tear rolling down his cheek as he did so. "Please don't leave me."

A/N: In today's episode of "YN is stronger than all of us" 🥴 I know that this is super slow going but I promise there are plans to guide me through writing the rest of the series and I'll get to finishing it 🫡

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[beloveds-embrace]

Tbh I'm starting to suspect that most of my asks for you are just going to be me affectionately yelling at you.

Because you've given me so many ideas???? And now I'm faced with the constant "LEMME GIVE THIS READER A FRIEND PLEASE LET ME BE HER FRIEND"

Dukedom AU? Congrats, Reader now has a friend who's father was Riley's and Price's general and while she has no doubts about Reader's husband, they haven't seen each other since Reader's parents practically forbid it in their teens and- actually, isn't Duke Riley still friends with Duke Price? And unmarried? ... She has a letter to write. Short and simple should do it. (And maybe her and Reader resume their queerplatonic relationship- the Friend is devoted to the Reader like a cat returns to the same home that lets it chase the rats)

Shifter AU? Here, Reader's friend is a demigod (Zeus' kid who begged for Hera's forgiveness and bound herself to the goddess in blood and ink) who works nights and lets it known exactly how she feels about her friend being taken without letting her know first via lightening storm over the whole fucking city until she knows Reader is safe. (And maybe she's slowly becoming a minor deity herself. Maybe Soap gets a whiff of hair bleach when she's pissed, or tattoo ink when she's cackling, or antiseptic when she's offering comfort).

Fertility God AU? The deity of death visits sometimes, calm and quiet and peaceful- a reminder that it is dying that's painful, while death itself is nothingness. She never picks the plants herself, merely grabs the flowers Reader picked already and uses that to tap noses. Okay I might actually just take the idea of 141 serving their war god and the war god being slowly brought to his knees and going a whole other direction with it.

Just. Let me give these soft Readers Fierce Friends who'll take one look at these military men and be like "Bitch you still have an Achilles tendon, I will cut you down if you hurt them." And maybe that's a turn-on for a couple of them, idk it could happen.

So. Many. Ideas. And I'm like, buzzing with insecurity about writing them because they weren't mine to start with and tbh Tumblr is really the only way I know these characters? And also I appreciate it if you made it this far through my word vomit thank you for your time and have a good day!

As long as the yelling comes from a place of love who am I to complain? 😌💕

Also omg yes every reader needs a friend. A good, dependable friend that lessens the angst just a little.

Also omg yes?? If Friend manages to even convince Simon to marry her, with the promise that she wants nothing romantic with him just a way to be close to you again, then she’d also solve the rumors that still spread about Simon’s unmarried status even with the general fear of him. And you get your darling Friend close again! Win-win, and the 141 get to see you exceptionally happy and excited.

Friend looked away for just a short while and then returns to learn your shitty boyfriend has cheated on you with your other shitty friend she never liked, you aren’t anywhere in your home and you haven’t gone to work and you have been kidnapped by some pack of shifters- personally, anyone would be fucking pissed too ngl. Friend probably smells the loveliest when she’s with you, though, when she sees you happy at last.

Now the Fertility god au I’m gonna need more from you babes you can’t just leave me hanging here 👁️👁️ /nf

And yes. Like I said all readers deserve a fierce friend it’s not a law but it should be and yes to that too i need them to blur the lines between friends and lovers just a lil too. Life’s more that way, me thinks.

Also no please don’t worry, fandom spaces are shared and new writings are always welcome 😭🫶🏻 i haven’t laid a single finger on any of the games im just rawdogging it too dw so you should absolutely write if you want to without fear!! Thank you for this wonderful ask I loved reading it!

[monstress]

arcane s2 thoughts

prayinggg we get a no soundtrack version because while i do like a few of the tracks (yes even Enemy!!!), there are more duds than hits and they take me out each time

also obviously i'm a Jinx Is Alive truther because of the ending scene of cait staring at the air ducts to the hextech tower fiddling with a fragment of her bomb...come on. jinx has said in the start of the season that she wanted to leave piltover/zaun and with isha gone and her sister happy, she can finally do that

i am very invested in jinx and vi's relationship so when jinx without any hesitation chose to let herself go from vi's grasp and destroy warwick (both something that vi could not do) which in one fell swoop legitimizes her agency, protects vi from a monster, saves vander from eternal hell - i'm like yea...[sniffs] that's a redemption arc baby

jinx and vi. piltover and zaun. they'll always be sisters...yea....

i admire the open ending with the airship. but she did say she'll ride one of those things one day. yay.

maybe an unpopular opinion but i liked cait this season. finally some bite and controversy and trauma to her choices. she was way tooooo comfortable in s1. while she's still a cop, at least she's interesting now!

also ok....yelled and hollered when lesbian sex is finally happening. rejoice guys - i thought we will never get it

the writing pace of this show is bonkers and i understand they need to keep it tight because of animation budget but what the helllllll was that viktor machine herald speedrun. it felt like it needed a good one more season to incubate and i was overwhelmed with that + jayce's heel turn + mel's superpower reveal like hold on hold the fuck onnnnnn what does this meannnnnn

gay sex in hextech void deus ex machina goes crazy tho

like oh yeah i am cosmically tied to only one man in this world and he alone can guide me to the error of my ways in any universe

ok!

mel being the most specialest princess in the entire world seems right imo. i can easily be riled up to sycophantic fervor to serve in her army just say the word ma'am 🫡

let's not forget the tragic irony that Mel was exiled by her mother and has tried to carve her own path through diplomacy and peace in defiance but ends up finding herself sitting in her mother's steel ship in her colors with her army with so much power in her veins and now leaves the city she loved that her mother ruined too. mel merdada one of the characters of all time......

and i am a number one sap so!!!!!!! the flashback scenes this season got me hurting real bad. when i thought i was devastated by Remember Me...here comes s2e7 to punch me in the gut

the fact happiness and normalcy was possible for powder...the fact that powder will never use hexcore because of what happened to vi and it made all the difference. vi's death unknowingly protecting her sister (and the world!) from beyond the grave...i am sobbing my eyes out

also as a season one timebomb shipper, thank youuuu arcane writers i didnt expect this at ALLLLLLLLLL???? it was written like everyone knows they were an item except themselves??? i have done nothing to deserve this but thank you

UPDATE: i hv been informed that they are already dating in the alternative universe from background details. even more delicious

i am just happy to be here and prepared to be devastated

vanderco Real. like don't even waste your breath to say they aren't when they look like they are glowing in domestic bliss. what's some light stabbing and drowning between married couples amirite fellas

claggor and mylo!!!! i didn't expect to get emotional seeing them since idrc but seeing them grown up like ohhhh these are vi and jinx's brothers...and they'll never know this life...okay.....

the alternative timeline pretty much put a bandaid to the pain and suffering for the past 2 seasons and as contrast for more suffering. i love it. the writers are so diabolical

heimerdinger sacrificing himself for ekko is ok for me lol idc abt him goodbye cheesepuff

i still need to process the Ambessa vs MelCait fight. im quite sure there's some great parallels there

but Ambessa as a character is sooooo fascinating. while i hv qualms making a prominently Black character be an imperalist warlord (othering her with her accent too), Ambessa i fear is so so very cool and i was slightly rooting for her ngl like i can't hate a cunning ambitious woman it's against my nature!!!!!

i am gonna think abt mel holding up ambessa like repin's painting of ivan the terrible for a longggg time

side note: i love that sevika finally got what silco wanted all along - a seat at the (council)table. like that's my wifeeeeeee. lib ending i know i know since the best ending is a free state of zaun but like narrative wise it would notttt make sense at the point of time. but also since they never confirmed anything, i wanna say they'll have a go at dismantling the power structure that is oppressing zaun with sevika keeping an eye on it. not a perfect solution but i'll take it rather than leave it

so will i watch another show on LoL?

mmmm.......anyways guys watch Penelope of Sparta!

[dellalyra]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 - ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

pixie says: i am healing and yes - i have written family formations. this is my fix it fic - canon be damned. family formations is happiness only. this fic is what i would like to see as the ending of the final battle of jjk. cw: angsty at the start, but also sweet, bittersweet stuff, canon typical gore, creative liberties and lots of spoilers if you’re not okay w that go away and mdni bc I said so.

“I won’t ask you not to go.”

“Good. I wouldn’t listen to you anyway.”

“Yaknow, when we were 16 I thought your stubbornness would ease off with age.”

“You’re the one who married me.”

“Best choice I ever made.”

You can’t help but smile at the man laying on the bed beside where you stood. Black and blue bruises fading to green on his usually unmarred skin evidence of the toll the fight took on his body - which he barely escaped with his life. The deep laceration on his stomach only stemmed by the work of your best friend who had cried into your arms several days prior saying she had been terrified she couldn’t save him for you, for the kids.

Yet, she did.

She saved him, and your son.

Your son who spent most of his time asleep, body recovering from weeks of torture and mind melding itself back together with love and care.

Your husband’s cursed energy was burnt out. The usual bottomless pit was drained to bring him back to you and extract your son from his own body. He was injured, his eyes were okay, all six of them and he’s alive and he’s safe and he’s okay.

Then the announcement came.

You all knew it would come.

The final challenge.

Kenjaku’s challenge.

There was no dissuading Yuuji, not ever but especially now he knows the truth of his parentage. Choso too, pain and suffering bottled for 150 years is a powerful motivator. Yuuta - he was going to protect everyone, no matter who he had to face. Inumaki? Was not leaving Yuuta to face this without him. Maki’s rage fuelled a fire within her, the loss of so many people making her ready to ‘bitch slap’ him, as she so delicately put.

To top it all off.

You.

Like hell were you letting these kids go alone. Were you scared? Infinitely. Only a fool would say they weren’t. You knew the risks, a widower, a baby without a mother, weddings you’d never see.

They were risks you had to take.

For Megumi. For Yuuji. Two boys who deserve a love filled future.

For Tsumiki. Your daughter snatched from your hands.

For Nanami. A brother in arms, a best friend, a mentor and a godfather.

For Akio - to grow up safe.

For your ‘Toru. He deserved to not fight anymore. He deserved peace - you both did. He deserved the life you spoke about at night in bed curled in his arms.

For Geto. For the man who was your brother in all but blood. For one half of a whole. For a future ripped apart by trauma and a body desecrated.

Satoru knew you’d go. He held you tight as his wounds would allow and protested his attendance but you and Shoko pointed out to him that his current condition would make him someone to be protected - not vice versa.

He grit his teeth and cursed.

He believed in you. Your strength and courage and immense abilities.

But that didn’t make him any less scared.

He wondered if this was how you felt.

Megumi has been sleeping for going on 24 hours now. You don’t wake him. Neither does Yuuji.

Satoru looks at you.

You sit on the bed beside him.

“Satoru. We both know this might now work in our favour. We both know I might not -” you start, breath shaky but determined.

“Absolutely not. Don’t you dare say it, Princess.” He says, grasping your cheek.

“Satoru. Listen to me. If I don’t come back, I want to go with the knowledge you’ve heard all of this. If I die, take Megumi - go find Akio, bring Shoko and the students. Leave Japan. No more fighting, I want you to live. I want you to see our sons first day of school, Megumi’s graduation, all of it. I want your world filled with love and happiness even if I lose I don’t want to be avenged. Fuck vengeance, just live. Live for our boys, make a shrine for ‘Miki, and Suguru, and Nanamin.” You say, tears flowing.

“Y/N, please - please don’t talk -” Satoru says, head buried in your neck.

“I have to. It’s important to me. You deserve to live, ‘toru. You deserve love, and happiness.”

“How can I have those if you’re not there?” He says.

“Because we have two beautiful boys who adore their daddy very much, and I’d never be gone completely. You - Gojo Satoru - have been the light of my life, the blood in my veins and the air in my lungs since we were 16. I am so, so grateful to have had you in this life, and I know you love me the same.” You say, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I’ve loved you since the moment you got mad at me for picking a daisy a ladybug sat on. I can’t imagine an existence without you, and it runs so deep that I think my soul has merged with yours. You have always, always, been everything to me - and every day I’ve loved you more. My, sweet, brave girl.” He chokes.

All you can do is let out a watery laugh as you kiss him, soft and gentle.

“You made me promise to come home. I need you to do the same, princess.” He says, and you stick out a pinky finger which he takes in his own.

“Pinky promise.” You say, because you’re going to do everything to come home to your boys.

You stand, and yelp as a large hand smacks the globe of your asscheek.

“Go kick some cursed booty, Princess.” He says, smiling.

“Aye, aye, captain.” You blow him as kiss and he catches it, pretending to eat it.

The door softly closes behind you.

Seeing Kenjaku again was jarring. Satoru was right, your eyes saw Geto - but your soul knew otherwise. An oppressive power circled him as he teased and taunted before Choso lunged and the battle begun.

Curses swarmed like locusts all around, and you all moved in perfect formation - you fought back a comment that the mornings they grumbled at training were worthwhile after all.

Inumaki brought up the rear, a layer of protection casting an eye over the battlefield.

Maki - wasn’t the Maki you saw the last time you witness her in action. She’s lethal, a hurricane of destruction and terrifying rage as she brutally slaughters all in her path, and you swell with pride.

Yuuji and Yuuta - seamless in tandem with each other as strong fists flung them toward Yuuta’s swinging blade as they cleared a path to the centre.

Choso was engaged directly with Kenjaku - screams of rage and fury built of years of trauma swirled through the air along with shards of pure crimson as father and son clashed.

You were everyone’s back up, flashes of green pulsing around as soon as anyone became too close for your comfort to any of the others, protection second nature in your subconscious as you ripped through enemies with dagger and claws, ripping limb from limb to exorcise the curses and the raw grief in your body.

Out of the corner of your eye, a lethal looking serpentine curse lunged toward Yuuji - currently wrestling another monstrosity and you knew he hadn’t noticed it - you wouldn’t get there in time. Just as you shouted his name as it was inches from his head a whizzing rushed past your ear and toward the curse, which you saw crumble in a heap beside a gaping Itadori.

You move to run to him, but you don’t get far before a voice sounds from behind you.

“Looks like I still need to do everything around here, eh, Itadori?”

That voice.

You both spin on your heels, and behind you, hammer in hand - stood Nobara Kugisaki.

You blinked.

Presumed dead, as Shoko had refused to speak of it - she had done it.

Shoko had healed her too, and black leather eyepatch covered one side of her face but she was smirking, a hand on her hip.

“No fucking way! ‘Bara!” Yuuji says, barrelling toward her - his honorary twin sister.

He scoops her up and she thrashes.

“Put me down you oaf! I nearly died, don’t kill me again!” She shouted.

“You’re really here, Nobara?” You say, tears flooding your eyes.

“As fabulous as ever, Y/N-sensei.” She winked and threw herself into your arms.

“Eh - as much as I love this vibe guys could I have some help please, Itadori?” Comes the voice of Yuuta, snapping you all out of it as Yuuji drops his best friend and runs away to him calling ‘sorry, senpai!’.

Nobara runs to your left - to provide back up for Maki as the frenzy resumes.

Hours pass, but before you can comprehend how many - all that’s left is a smirking Kenjaku surrounded by 7 warriors.

You stride forward, dropping your blades and stopping right in front of him.

“What are you doing?!” Shouts Maki.

The clatter of the daggers is sharp against the silence. Kenjaku’s blank face looks down at you.

“I know you’re in there Nii-chan. I know you can hear me. I’m sorry we couldn’t save you, but we love you. All of us. ‘Toru and I had a baby, you’d love him. I’m also sorry for what I’m about to do.” You say.

In the blink of an eye, you whirl back your fist and drive it straight into his nose. The curse reels as he stumbles - unexpected force from your smaller body fueled by rage.

The momentary distraction works as you begin to pull out your trump card - hoping to weaken him before he can use his.

You hear Inumaki shout ‘shield your eyes’ to all the kids as your body begins to emit a strong, golden light - searing everything in its path as a screech echoes from Kenjaku - the tarmac beneath you bubbling from the energy emitted as you shout: “Cursed Technique - forbidden technique - sunbeam.”

As the screeching ends, and the light fades it’s visible effect is clear as patches of skin have melted from the body leaving bone exposed and the top of the head protecting the brain of Kenjaku is exposed - with you panting on your knees as Kenjaku attempts to regain himself. The fury on his face alerts Yuuji who grabs Choso who immediately understands, running toward you to scoop you up and away. Yuuji barrels toward and everyone begins to scream as you see Kenjaku’s hand making the sign required.

Uzumaki.

You all brace for impact but the shockwave and death of Yuuji never came. When your eyes all open, a black dome is covering the area both men were. It’s solid surface impenetrable - no matter who you were. Just as you think to summon your domain to override you look - that’s not a domain with traces of Kenjaku.

Those traces…

Yuuji Itadori.

“Stop! Stop! No domains!” You shout to the kids.

“What?!” Maki responds.

“It’s not Kenjaku’s. This domain - its Yuuji’s. This is Yuuji’s domain! He did it!” You say, beaming - pride and astonishment mixed with exhaustion.

“She’s right. This is my brothers energy.” Choso agrees.

“Holy shit, it is.” Nobara chimes in.

“We can only wait.” Yuuta says, anxiously leaning on his sword.

This battle was between the two in the domain now, having no idea what Yuuji’s domain would be left you all blind.

You were gently sat on the ground, a characteristic you learned was intrinsic to Choso by now - someone who you have grown to count as a very special friend over the last few months.

You wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Nobara curled up beside you, as Maki filled her in on all she’d missed. You didn’t miss the whimper when she was told of Megumi’s imprisonment.

And after 20 minutes, Inumaki’s soft voice jolts you all.

“Look.”

The domain was fading, melting from above.

It lowered like melting ice and the dust within cleared until a backlit figure stood beside a crumpled lump on the ground. The figure was heaving air into their lungs.

The body walked forward.

“YUUJI!” Came 7 voices.

The lump. Kenjaku. Corpse mangled and bloody and a grizzly mass of brain matter was coating the ground as slowly disintegrating into dust.

He did it.

He killed Kenjaku.

“Little brother, you did it! Are you hurt?” Choso grasped his exhausted younger brother and Yuuji shook his head and you saw a weak smile on his bloodied face.

“Y/N?” Itadori rasps.

“Yes, sweet boy?” You smile, hand on his cheek and tears on your face.

“Can we go home now?” He says.

You huff out laughing.

“Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

Yuuta on one side and Choso on the other, helping the exhausted boy - they all began to walk away.

“Are you coming?” Nobara asks, as you crouch down beside the corpse.

You whip out your phone, clicking a contact and pressing the share location button.

“You guys go ahead. I’ll be there soon. Yuuta, help patch up Yuuji.”

They all exchange looks but go ahead anyway.

You sit down. Looking at the body, and fix the top part of the head so it sits where it should.

Before long, you hear footsteps behind you and someone sits beside you.

“He’d go crazy if he saw his hair that messy.” Shoko huffed.

“He’d probably blame Satoru.” You respond and she smirks, lighting a cigarette.

“You hurt?” She asks.

“No. Just… tired.” You say, leaning your head on the shoulder of your best friend.

“Me too.” She leans to close his eyes.

“He would have been so proud of all of us, Koko. He always said you’d look hot in a lab coat.”

“He would have had Akio hanging from him 24/7 too, kids always loved him for some reason.” She mentions and you both laugh. Her head rests on yours.

There’s silence for a few minutes.

“He looks peaceful, doesn’t he? Like how he used to look when he’d sleep on my lap under the tree.” Shoko says, voice thick.

“We can pretend for a moment that he is just asleep.” You say.

“I’m glad Satoru isn’t here.” You confess and she nods.

“Koko?” You whisper.

“Yeah?” She says, squishing her cigarette out.

“We can take him home now. Do it right.” You say, tears forming again.

“Somewhere close, so I can sit and have a smoke with him sometimes.” She agrees.

You stand, holding your hand out - the remnants of your cursed energy forming a floating box of vines around the body, neither of you could carry him so you’d create a way to transport him home.

You turn your hand to her, the vines levitating behind you.

She grabs your hand.

“Let’s go see your husband.” She says, wiping her face as you walk hand in hand back to base.

Walking toward healing, and a safe future.

[doodle-pops]

Caranthir with Pregnant Reader and as a Father

Request: May I request a headcanon about Caranthir expecting kids? How would Cara react to the news? And how would he behave with his wife (reader) and his kid? (I think Cara would be an amazing father ^_^ I love him so much) – anon

A/N: I know you suggested reader with multiple pregnancies like twins or triplets, however, I decided to settle on just one baby for a start. I’d be happy to write a headcanon with him expecting twins another time.

➽ The idea of you becoming pregnant is certainly a distant dream of his which recently came into reality. The words leaving your lips with a smile while cradling your non-existent bump leaves him speechless.

➽ Quickly Caranthir falls into silence which prompts humour in your mind at his facial expression. In his mind, he was attempting to figure out just how much luck he was capable of having—first courting and marrying you, now having a child.

➽ When he breaks out of this trance, he rushes forward to embrace you in a supportive hug and reaches his hands downwards to your non-existent bump while whispering praises and thanks for such a priceless gift.

➽ Through your pregnancy, Caranthir becomes more doting. He finds it difficult to deny you anything you request since he wants to ensure your comfort during the entire duration. The only things he denies you are your weird cravings ‘if’ you have any. You will not be spared a look of judgment as he watches you eat a banana in tomato sauce.

➽ Consult the healers to learn all about dealing with your pain and nausea, all the herbs that are safe to make tea with or rub on your skin as it stretches and if your cravings are…acceptable.

➽ All your clothes will be tailored to fit your body as your stomach enlarges, and he will also participate in frequently tailoring new dresses of the same high quality, so you don’t have to wear less than what you deserve. However, you prefer to wear lighter materials since your stomach weighs you down.

➽ His hand will be on your belly often as he speaks to your unborn child, speaking to them of what their parents are like, how much he adores them already, or how miserable their mummy can be at times. It brings him the utmost joy when he feels them wiggling around whenever he speaks or rubs your tummy.

➽ When the baby does arrive, let’s not pretend that he was impatient and angry during your labour because you were in pain and he couldn’t take it away, he waits until you have fallen asleep to steal the baby away. Cooing silently and playing with each finger and toes, he’ll introduce himself to his child in a soft voice.

➽ Speaking of Caranthir sewing, he’s going to be making clothes for the baby so you or he and your little one can match. Tiny robes adorned in exquisite embroidery or lavish beads would be placed on tiny mannequins. He comes in every other week to show off the new dress or tunics he made like the proud father he is.

➽ He’ll accompany you on walks when he can, and ask the guards or your handmaids to assist when he cannot. It’s worse when he’s in the middle of a meeting and one of your handmaidens walks in to inform him that you’ve disappeared to walk alone. He drops everything to go find you chilling in the garden at peace.

➽ Moryo cannot help himself from releasing a string of words that expresses his concerns before rushing over. “Weren’t you in a meeting with officials?” “Yes, but it doesn’t matter, I’m here now. Shall we continue the walk?”

➽ This occurs frequently which prompts his meetings to be rescheduled and you annoyed at his hovering. You have to remind him that you aren’t handicap and you’re capable of managing on your own perfectly.

➽ “Hello little one, I’m your atar.” In between, he pauses to check if anyone caught him being all soft with his little one.

➽ For the early months when it came to caring for them, he helped out after turning to the healers for guidance. If they woke up crying, he would sprint from the bed to comfort which led to exhaustion before the day was over after walking multiple times a night.

➽ He keeps the existence of your child a secret from his brothers, except Maedhros, Maglor and the twins who would send gifts for your little one in the form of jewellery (obviously) and clothes.

➽ Throughout their life, Caranthir does his best to keep the outside world away from them, solely due to the reputation his house has earned for themselves. When they’re older, he would speak with them should they ever confront him about rumours and whatnot.

➽ His little one is his second weakness who could do almost anything and he would simply smile at them affectionately. He hates to be the one to scold them since he doesn’t want his temper to light up or appear as the bad guy–you’ll have to be the one to do the scolding.

➽ Note that your child will be spoilt from birth, and you cannot tell Caranthir to ease up because he will give you the look. “How can you tell me not to spoil my own child? I mean look at them! They deserve to be given everything.” He says as he makes them wear a bracelet which gets slobbered in drool.

➽ Should they ever cry, the entire palace gets shut down to assess the situation. “Who made my little pumpkin cry?!” Your little one made themselves cry by performing their acrobatics believing they were invincible.

➽ Moryo adores hosting conversations with his little one even though all they do is babble gibberish. “Oh really?! Ammë didn’t give you a kiss this morning? I know right! Mommy’s horrible! You should bite her next time. Oh, you will? I support!”

➽ Sometimes when you’re searching for your little one, it’s because they’re curled up in Caranthir’s lap while he’s busy writing up tax reports or speaking to an official. He’s nonchalant when it comes to what they do; they could tug or chew his hair, yank his circlet off his head, tug on his necklace (says something about always ordering better ones) or dribble all over his clothes.

➽ Does not allow anyone else to hold his child except you or his two older brothers, and even then, he HOVERS. He gets teased for how soft he has become for his little one by his brothers. They’ll reminisce on Moryo when he was little and whether or not his baby shares similarities.

➽ As your child grows and learns of the world around them, Caranthir ensures they are blessed with the best scholars and their interests are respected. Whatever trade they wish to embark on, he supports and solidifies their foundations, so they can excel.

➽ He’s proud of their accomplishments and boasts about them, even hosting celebratory dinners in their honour.

➽ He fears as they grow older and learn of the outside world, their views of him will change, and he isn’t prepared to face them on that topic. For now, he does his best to maintain a healthy relationship with them.

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[dustbunnylair]

More hate is continuing to spread within queer ships, especially within the JJK Fandom (!JJK MANGA SPOILERS!)

As I have shared before in previous posts, within the Jujutsu Kaisen fandom unfortunately a lot of queer ships get hate meanwhile straight ships do not. Personally, I do not care what people ship, as long as it's legal and unproblematic/toxic then it's okay! However, I will hate on someone's ship if they feel the need to disrespect other ships that aren't problematic.

And before anyone says, "Making straight characters gay is problematic!" Technically, yes, you are correct, but it really depends on the situation. For example; if you were to make let's just say Oh Sangwoo from Killing Stalking, a psychological horror manhwa, gay, then yes, it is problematic, because his character is based on the fact that he is straight, hence why if you were to make him gay it removes the point of the story.

However, if it is not a situation similar to Sangwoo if it doesn't change a major plotline or point of the story then it really doesn't matter, hence why it's a headcanon/fanon. Recently in Chapter 267, a "confession" is said by both Megumi and Itadori. Yuji says that if he doesn't have Megumi he will be lonely. Then Megumi said that he dreamt of a life with Yuji, in which the life Megumi describes is peaceful or happy, honestly, I'd compare it to a peaceful morning with an old married couple.

However, since the ship Itafushi, Megumi x Yuji, has risen because of the chapter, the ship has also gotten a lot of hate, and hate that it does not deserve. It's perfectly fine to disagree with the ship or just not ship them, but it's another thing to absolutely hate a ship and disrespect the shippers who aren't sexualizing the characters in any way, shape, or form.

As I have talked about previously in another post, Satosugu, Gojo x Geto, also get this same type of hate. As literally any other queer ship in the JJK fandom. Shipping queer ships isn't abnormal within fandoms, even if it's shounen or not canon, people will still do it, if it's a fetish, then yes it should be looked down upon, but some people, usually other queer people, ship the same genders usually because there's a vibe between those characters, like a "gaydar" going off.

In fact, I actually saw someone compare Itafushi to Goyuu, Gojo x Yuji...

Yeah, let's just soak that in for a minute...

Now let's play a game of spotting the difference between the two ships! Ding! Ding! Ding! That's right, Gojo x Yuji has pedophilia and a 13-year age difference between a student and teacher and Itafushi is legal because they're both minors and the same age!

I swear people who hate on queer ships and then only ship straight ships that (also) don't make sense and quite literally say the same shit queer shippers do when defending their shit of "its fanon", the hypocrisy is going through the roof right now.

Like I personally do not like the ships Sugushoko, Gojohime, Nobara x Yuji/Megumi, etc. but I'm still gonna respect those ships, but if you're disrespecting other ships, I won't respect your ships because of that. I personally think none of the ships I listed make sense, just like how people think Satosugu or Itafushi don't make sense.

At this point, it's not even people shipping queer ships that make the fandom insufferable like many people say, it's the straight ships because people try so hard to say the straight ships *are* canon and are just borderline homophobic towards queer ships.

I honestly just wish we could respect all ships whether they're queer, straight, nonbinary, etc. it really does not affect anyone *that* much. If it were a pro/comship then I'd understand. Satosugu and Itafushi aren't pro/comships, nor are Gojohime, Sugushoko, Nobara x Yuji/Megumi, yk the ones that are legal and not toxic/problematic.

It makes me really upset that literally no one is able to ship normal ships anymore without just getting hate. It makes it to the point where you can't even enjoy JJK, or any anime/manga for that matter.

Sorry for the lame yapping, I'll probably have another debate similar to the Kirara and Hakari post soon. This was just on my chest and as a gay dude who's been in many anime/manga fanbases, whether it's shounen, shojo, etc. it really upsets me seeing that people are getting really judgmental over normal ships.

extra: Sorry I haven't been as active writing silly stuff on things I'm interested in, back in school I've been slightly stressed and don't have time for a lot. This post and some of my other recent previous posts we just silly extras that I just barely managed to post. Unfortunately, since I have been stressed it is taking a slight mental toll on me right now and I've been absolutely exhausted my vertigo is worse and my mind is very fuzzy anymore, I'll be okay dw I just need time to adjust to a somewhat new schedule. I will be trying my best to be active during weekends though.

[gatitties]

Hmmm let's see, since I'm feeling romantic, something inspired in Marilyn Monroe and Princess Diana!

how about a YN who has the beauty inspired of Marylin Monroe (not necessarily the same or exactly the same, but I say an extremely beautiful person) and with the sweet heart of Princess Diana.

•°°°•°•°•°•^•°

✧⁠*⁠。YN, who abandoned her role as a princess, to live on many adventures with Luffy, who won YN's kind heart.

All te people are amazed, even being a rival of Hancock, YN acted in movies , theaters and was a very welcome person in all corners of the world, YN was a good form of financial income on the Mugiwara ship, YN was someone so charming that she won the hearts of the Yonko and Shichibukai (you know me, needless to say💞😔💞)

But! due to YN's misfortune, one of the celestial dragons wants to marry YN, and they are constantly chasing YN, as well as pirates and bandits, as much as YN is strong, YN lived in constant danger, as she was always persecuted for being famous and extremely affectionate he was also very smart

even though he's young, he's already responded to Shank's sly and affectionate compliments and that he's already had drinks with the redhead, as well as not dispensing with good tea with Mihawk.

but, in addition to her theatrics being comedy, YN harbored many insecurities to herself, YN was someone who never felt genuine approval, who always wondered if she really deserved to be friends with the Mugiwaras and travel with them, but she loved them so much , and it frustrated her too many times.

YN always thanked Luffy at certain times for letting YN join the crew, as Luffy didn't know how happy it made her to see her teammates waiting for YN after a long day on an island.

YN also liked to give gifts to everyone YN could, whether from Shanks or even Whitebeard, who also had a lot of affection and respect for his faithful companions. YN simply loved and protected everyone they loved, even with Hancock's intrigues, which YN took advantage of and made jealous to piss her off.

YN running away from arranged marriages and making new stories, however much their emotional and mental problems could shake, the Mugiwaras in particular, always cheered YN up somehow, Brook singing and encouraging YN to sing, Luffy taking YN's hands and starting a nonsensical and strange but fun dance, Franky doing SUPER cool things to impress YN, Nami and Robin being kind and teaching new things, as well as YN teaching them how to act in certain moments of danger, Chopper being cute and letting YN hugging, Usopp making jokes, Zoro just making YN drink with him and Sanji bringing wonderful food and juice ✧⁠*⁠。

( sorry if it's long, hope you understand, do it if you want, have a nice day!)

─Shanks & Mihawk x fem!reader

─Summary: the peaceful life with little adventures that you were looking for always turns into chases, luckily you can always have a rest with two of your favorite people

─Warnings: none

"Will you go again?"

You smiled at Luffy's pout as you once again grabbed your trusty backpack to head to a small boat moored to the Thousand Sunny.

"Yes, I've already spent a couple of months with you all, plus I have an island to go to, they need staff for a play."

He nodded, still frowning, you said goodbye to him briefly before setting sail, the others found out later, you didn't like goodbyes so normally you would leave the ship to come and go whenever you wanted, Luffy didn't have many complaints since you were part of the crew since you ran away from your kingdom, abandoning your position as princess to go on adventures.

The thing is that your eagerness for the movies and the theater made you have to travel more constantly and get away from the Mugiwaras, at least you knew how to manage to fight or dodge the marines or pirates most of the time, since you had a reward for your head, not only that, but the last news you received, more like a threat, was that a celestial dragon wanted to ask for your hand in marriage. Despite being young, you had run away from many arranged marriages and this would be no exception.

After several days you arrived on the island, luckily there was no unwanted person waiting for you and you were able to tour the town warming the hearts of the people with whom you stopped to ask about the place. It didn't last long though because word spread fast, forcing you to keep a low profile for the rest of your stay until the day of the play.

Not everything is so bad when word gets out about your location, apart from marines, thieves or ruffians looking to take advantage of you or your reward, your friends also know where they can find you. You were a well-known person, either for your person in the world of acting or for your old role in your kingdom, not all you encountered after that were persecutions and dangers, you always met some of your friends on your days away of the Thousand Sunny.

"I don't know why I keep accepting."

"Aw come on, you always have a good time with me."

"Sure, whatever."

Mihawk crossed his arms, not looking at Shanks, both of them on their way to the bar in the town where you were, the swordsman's reasons went beyond sharing a drink with the redhead, although Shanks himself was also here because he found out that you would act tonight in a play. While the two men were spending the afternoon drinking, you were going over the last lines of your script, you didn't expect to see them there today, since they were usually busy with their Yonko and Warlord titles, you were unaware that these two would go to the end of the world to look for you if necessary.

You had to erase the goofy smile that grew on your face when you saw them sitting in the audience, focusing on your role once you went on stage, unfortunately halfway through the play a group of pirates broke in threatening you to go with them in a 'nice' way if you didn't want to be subjected to force.

There were few things that really bothered you, but one thing you never tolerated was someone interrupting your performances, even though Shanks and Mihawk were there, they stayed in their seats with a smile as they watched you use the stage set to hit and scold the pirates for having interrupted the play.

Luckily there were no more inconveniences and you were able to finish your work, the small anger quickly passed when you saw that those two were waiting for you at the back exit, you greeted them with your best smile and a warm hug.

"What are you two doing here? I thought you guys were busy or something, nice to see you again."

"We heard some rumors and I dragged Mihawk here with me, you know this guy needs to hang out more often."

The swordsman rolled his eyes, offering you his jacket since night had fallen a couple of hours ago and the wind was starting to get colder, you thanked him silently as you placed it on your shoulders.

"Yeah, he should travel and socialize more, why don't you join me in my next destination?"

You elbowed his arm with a mocking smile, he looked at you silently sighing, his head shaking slowly.

"I have places to be, but I wouldn't mind being with you."

"Me neither…"

The redhead put his hand to his heart pretending to be stabbed, he grabbed your shoulder dramatically, pulling you slightly.

"Why don't you offer me to travel with you?! I would also like to go with you."

"Because you have a crew to turn to, he doesn't."

Shanks pouted, looking at you with puppy dog eyes, giving his partner a dirty look without you noticing, though you caught him in the act which made you smile at his antics, you patted his shoulder pushing him to start walking.

"I'll think about it, but for now, why don't we go to the bar? I will invite to a couple of rounds."

[gabessquishytum]

King Time and Queen Night declared war on a smaller kingdom next to theirs for no other reason than they wanted more land. They declared war and to everyone suprise they lost. Badly. And so they had to give up a proportion of their land and send over one of their children as a war prize. They send Dream their least favourite child and a disgraceful omega at that, sure he will anger them into killing him soon and so they won't need to worry about their superior blood mixing with those filthy mutts.

A year later, the King and Queen are surprised to see Dream at the resigning of the peace treaty alive, heavily pregnant and happily married to the third prince.

(This is actually an idea of how Hob has a lot of siblings, and Dream is surprised to see how they are totally different from his own family. )

I love the idea of Hob having lots of siblings!! Maybe some are related by birth, and others are adopted. They're a mix of alphas and omegas, and in general there seems to be a very different attitude to omegas in Hob’s country. They're treated with just as much respect as alphas.

Hob’s siblings are all fascinated by the "war prize" that's been delivered. As one of the older ones, Hob has to hold back the little ones from swarming the poor foreign prince, who already looks terrified. Hob’s two elder sisters are already married and have many state duties to attend to, so Hob is happy to have the task of looking after the new guest. He rescues Dream from his little brothers and sisters and gets him set up in a nice room. Dream seems confused by it all. Why is everyone being so pleasant? Is it all a trick?

Dream doesn't really trust Hob until he seems him playing with the children - letting them ride on his back, helping them with a difficult lesson, breaking up a fight over a broken toy. Despite being an alpha, Hob is clearly an excellent caretaker, and he's so sweet with his younger siblings. All the children of the King and Queen in this realm seem so happy, like they really trust each other.

It doesn't take long for Dream to fall in love with the kind, homely alpha prince. He's surprised to find that Hob returns his affections - Dream has always considered himself unlovable, but apparently he's not. When Dream has his first heat in his new home, Hob is there with him the whole time... and yes, there's a slightly hasty wedding afterwards, but Hob’s family don't seem at all upset.

Dream is a very different person as he stares hautily at his parents across the room. He's sitting down, to spare his poor pregnant body, and one of Hob’s littlest siblings has nestled up in his lap, curled around his bump. Hob is fussing over him, never taking his eyes off his omega for a moment. Dream is quite clearly loved.

As he very much deserves.

[adeliniel]

SFW alphabet | Iorveth

No one ever asked for it, but I wrote it anyway. Dear tumblr, just incase you wanted some Iorveth fluff, here it is! Happy weekends^^

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) 

Not a fan of making out in front of others, but doesn't hide his affection either. Holding hands or just holding you in his arms are absolutely normal things for Iorveth.

His true nature, though, comes to life when the two of you are left alone. Gentle and passionate kisses, touches all over the body, words of love and adoration and so much more. This elf has a big passionate heart and it stores so many feelings.

B = Body (Their favourite body part of their partner, why? Do they like touch?) 

He admires all of you, but your back is something that always draws Iorveth’s attention. He remembers you being younger and smaller, and with just looking on your back he can tell what a long way you’ve come to become who you are and how strong you are now. 

C = Courtship (What do they do to take your attention?) 

You have known each other since you were a child, so it all just happened naturally, when you grew up. The biggest show of his interest to you reached when Iorveth started dancing with you only during elven feasts and different celebrations. Even if the celebration will go for the whole night, he will prioritise you amongst everyone else.

D = Domestic (Are they the type to settle down with you? Are they willing to help with chores? What is your daily routine with them?) 

Despite the path Iorveth chose for himself long ago - to fight for the freedom of elves - deep inside he dreams more and more about a place he can call home. With a warm campfire, food always on the table, simple and steady life. The time is passing and Iorveth is getting older and more sentimental too. Although he's not sure, he'd be able to sustain a lifestyle like this, he definitely would like to try it with you. 

E = Espousal (Do they want to marry you eventually? Who proposes to who?) 

Yes, eventually, Iorveth sees you as his dearest spouse. Maybe not right now, as he’d like to believe that better times are lying ahead, and there’ll be more time and opportunities in the future. He’s also well aware that it might never happen as any of you can die any day, but the thought of having a family gives him hope.   

F = Fragile (How protective are they of you? If they are, how do they show this?) 

Iorveth knows well that you're a great and careful fighter. Yet in his sleep he dreams about a peaceful life where Scoia'tael don't have to fight to survive anymore. Any time he loses you out of sight in battle, his heart skips a beat. If only he could protect you from all of the misery of the world...

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they like receiving gifts?)

Elf doesn’t have much to give you, Life of an elven rebel didn’t bring him any wealth, rather the opposite. He and his squad are struggling to afford basic stuff like food or new armours and weapons, what to say about something luxurious. Iorveth realises it well, and sometimes sadness hits him hard, when he feels that you deserve better than this poor miserable life. Yet still he’s forever grateful that you choose him every day and that you stay.  

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) 

Not so huge on hugs at first, simply doesn’t remember how it feels. However, grew to like it really quickly. The feeling of someone warm and completely devoted to him is something incredible he hasn’t experienced for years. When you hold him back, gently but firmly, he for the rare moment finally feels safe.    

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)  

Iorveth has more problems with being intimate than he'd like to admit. Rough life of a Scoia'tael taught him to always be on guard, and it's really hard for him to just let it go.

Despite it, he always tries to give you his full presence whenever you're together. He listens carefully to what you say, he remembers little things, he tries to open his heart and share things with you, even if it's really hard.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) 

You expected Iorveth to be more jealous than he actually is. Gets jealous here and there, but his overall trust in you and your relationships is way stronger.

When he does get jealous you can tell that he's starting to show off. Crossing hands on his chest, giving everyone that arrogant look of his, standing right behind you and stabbing the opponent with his stare. A frightening picture to look at and a really scary situation to be in. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) 

His kisses reflect his passionate nature. They are hungry, sometimes rough, but always full of love. 

He likes to kiss your hands, starting with peppering your fingers with light kisses, slowly going up to your elbow and then shoulder, softly continuing until he reaches your neck. He is as gentle as he could be, patient and dedicated to covering as much of your skin with kisses as he can.

For himself, Iorveth enjoys when you kiss (and sometimes bite) his collarones. It makes him shiver, leaves goosebumps on his skin. 

L = Love language (What’s their love language?) 

In private Iorveth is rather talkative and manages to express his feelings in all different ways, be it words of love or appreciation or touches.

He's good at actions, always making sure that you have anything you need, like a covered place to sleep, food to eat and that he's always there for you.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) 

Some time into the relationship you found out that Iorveth enjoys slow lazy mornings. He’s the type to stay in bed for longer, have cuddles, nap or chat, whatever brings you both joy. He calls it his guilty pleasure, that he cannot indulge in too often.   

N = Nicknames (What do they call you? What do you call them?)

Iorveth has so many names, given him by all the people he hurt and frightened, that he prefers when you call him by his name. Without fear in your voice or judgement it sounds nice to him.

Mostly calls you by your name as well, rarely adds something like "my dear" or "my lady".

O = Overture (How did everything start?) 

All of it began so long ago, that it’s even hard to remember when exactly. You just came out of your teenage years and started joining elder elves in their feasts and other entertainments. Iorveth was your older brother's best friend and witnessed how out of rebellious child you slowly became a beautiful young elf. And that’s about a time you both developed romantic feelings for each other. 

On one hand, Iorveth was worried that you’re still too young, on the other hand - he couldn’t help but fall in love with you.     

P = Pace (Are they fast-paced in a relationship? Or do they like to take things slow?) 

Elves live long and there’s no point in speeding things up. Even Iorveth with his passionate nature agrees that rushing is the last thing that makes a relationship stronger. He waited so many years to just be able to see you again, that couple of days wouldn’t change anything. He tries to take it as it goes and just follow destiny, believing that this time it’s not going to separate you.

Q = Queen/King (Who takes the initiative in relationships?)

It actually appeared to be quite equal. Although Iorveth is an intense partner with a tough, heavy personality, he manages to recognise other strong individuals and to listen to them (sometimes), to cooperate with them. He wouldn’t even consider you as a partner unless you live up to his expectations, so when you’re already together it’s easier for you to reason with Iorveth when needed.    

R = Remembrance (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?) 

He’d never forget your first kiss. After years of longing and waiting, he finally had you in his arms. When you were recovering from the battle, resting on the bench, enjoying the evening sun, Iorveth was massaging your injured arm. He looked you in the eyes and there he knew - it was now or never moment. He leaned forward, resting one hand on the bench and putting his other hand on the back of your head, and touched your lips with his. He deepened the kiss when he felt that you were reciprocating, letting him in. For a spare moment Iorveth felt a little bit lightheaded, barely believing that what was happening was true, his heart full of happiness.    

S = Salvage (What issues does this relationship help him to cope with?) 

These relationships do make Iorveth feel needed.He feels like he finally belongs somewhere, he’s cared for, loved and he’s not alone. It’s been years since he felt something like warmth inside, years since someone treated him with love. You took away his loneliness, his feeling of unworthiness. You showed him that life can be different and that there is more to it than misery, poverty and eternal fighting for survival.   

T = Tiny (How are they around children?) 

Iorveth is highly concerned about the future of Aen Seidhe, he worries about the extinction of your race, and if he’d be able to have offspring himself. Despite his harsh temper and complicated past, he actually likes little elven children and would like to have a kid or two (or three). Currently he understands he’s not in the position of having any, as he would never put his own child at risk, but he believes that there’ll be a time when you both can create a new elven life and provide it with a better future.   

U = Ulterior (What’s their secret?) 

This elf has a fear of rejection. Well, he doesn’t trust anyone, and no one likes him as well. So many times Iorveth and his Scoia'tael were used, abused and lied to, that his revenge fell a heavy burden on the shoulders of his enemies.

When it comes to relationships Iorveth knows what kind of elf he is (unkind and unfriendly at least), how much hurt he caused to others and that loving him is not an easy task. So he preferred to stay away from anything that might bring a rejection to his life. Because hearing it is hard, and it hurts more than any arrow that pierces the flesh.  

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?) 

Iorveth is definitely not the one who is used to being vulnerable in front of others. As a leader of his group of Scoia'tael he is forced to maintain an image of a strong and confident elf. When it comes to the vulnerability in the relationship, at the start Iorveth feels that if he lets his guard down he would be considered as weak and unable to protect you. As time passes he learns that it’s impossible to build a strong bond between the two of you without being completely honest and open, and that he has to make an attempt to risk and open his heart.   

W = Wound (How do they feel about exposing their scars/injuries?) 

It took you quite some time to understand how Iorveth himself feels about his scars. For a long time you were sure he was completely indifferent and didn’t care at all.

Right until one day you caught him looking at his reflection in the water with unbearable sadness. Iorveth knows very well what he has become and he accepts it, but you can still see that he’s mourning those long gone days of him being the pure beauty of an elf. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon about your relationship) 

Long ago, when you were just out of your teenage years, and Iorveth just joined Vrihedd, not wearing his scar yet, and was about to leave the camp, you gave him a little bowl of fresh berries, trying to show your affection and to wish him good luck. It deeply touched his heart and he remembered.

 So when you were injured in the battle for Vergen and ended up having a fever, Iorveth secretly went to the forest to pick some fresh berries for you.He wanted to remain anonymous and to just leave the berries by the side of your bed.

Little did he know that the whole Vergen already noticed his feelings towards you and it quickly became obvious who left those berries for you. 

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when their SO isn’t with them?) 

Well, he waited for about 10 years to just have a chance to see you again. He devoted his life to the path of Scoia'tael and he was and is ready to sacrifice a lot for the higher goal.

Yet he still misses you badly when you part ways, even if for shorter periods of time. You both know that any moment can become the last one. You never ask each other to promise that you'll see each other again, but you both always hope for this.

Z = Zzz (How are nights spent with them?) 

Quiet and sensitive sleeper. Even if he’s deep asleep, Iorveth is still always on guard. Will always notice if you have trouble sleeping or something is bothering you. 

Since you got together, he started to care more about whether you have a good place to sleep, whether it’s protected from the rain and safe enough to relax and rest. This is one of his ways of showing you that he cares.   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[corneille-but-not-the-author]

New Year's Eve

This text is a sequel to : https://www.tumblr.com/soupedepates/769304596920352768/tyr-belongs-to-hel-phoenyx-leonova-belongs-to?source=share

***

It's always the same, really.

The same words. The same cold building. The same New year's Eve, with those cold faces.

My father asked me if I was alright. I answered yes.

No, I am not alright, father.

My mother asked if I had someone in my heart. I answered no.

Yes, I have two, and I don't know what to do.

They didn't ask about the rapt. They didn't ask if I wanted to cry.

I'm a growup. It shouldn't bother me.

I would rather return to work. But I can't. Not when the Mayor and the Priest looks at me like this.

I hate their gold. I hate their power. I hate how, so many years later, there is still no way I'm someone in their eyes.

Mother tries to smile.

She really tries.

But the link has been cut a long time ago.

---

A few hours later, I'm at my desk, sleepy as hell.

We stayed awake a few hours too early.

Their friends were just like them. Their daugther too. My memory is hazy. I think they want us to marry. I don't really care.

My plants are fairer than her.

So I come back to work. Sip a bit of coffee. Ask my colleagues if they had a good holiday. I was away for a week, a lot of them are not back yet.

One of them has a savage smile when I ask. I didn't catch his name, those few months ago, when the commissar presented him to us.

Not really that important.

"Sigismund ? Your girl is here."

Amandine has such a smug smile, when she wants to. It's not "my girl", but I understand why they think she is.

She's coming a lot to the function, for someone so afraid of cops.

So I stand up. Come and greet her. She has cookies, they're the most beautiful in the world. She has a smile and is wobbly, I'm worried for her.

"Hi Domhildr, I wasn't expecting you today. Did you have a good New Year's Eve?"

She smiles.

Such a beautiful smile.

How can someone expect me to marry a bland woman when I see this smile so often, now ?

She tells me of her adventures. I listen. She give me the cookies. I propose to share.

But I cannot shake the feeling I'm being observed.

When she leaves, I let out a smile. Amandine laughs at me, I tell her to be quiet. Someone is still looking at me.

But the impression leaves quickly. And I stop thinking about it. For the rest of the day, I can only think of Domhildr.

The way her smile light up her entire face. The way she seemed...well. She seemed at peace.

Something must have happened.

I'm happy for her.

Maybe she has finally met someone good.

Maybe it's her roommate ?

Someone who isn't me.

Because I'm duty-bound. And I don't deserve that.

I don't deserve those cookies.

I don't deserve anything.

...

...

Why am I crying ?

Someone is looking at me.

Little did I know, Fenrir was a name I should've remembered. As he was the man looking at me, this entire time.

But even though I had remembered his name, I would've never been able to predict what would ensue.

[specialagentlokitty]

Lokittys 2024 prompts

“I knew that you were from the beginning, I could see the blood on your hands. You’re like me.”

“You will always be a monster.” “Maybe, but like humans we can choose what we want to be.”

“He/she/they carry more anger and pain then the whole universe combined, I can see it. Betrayal, hurt, deception, heartache, they’ve been through it all. He/she/they walked through hell a thousand times.” “Why are you telling me this?” “Because the only time I’ve ever seen true peace in his/her’s/their eyes is when he/she/they saw you.”

“I wish you always remember me as I was, that I once existed. Will you remember that I stood here with you like this?”

“There is no such thing as beautifully broken.” “Then what is it called?” “It’s called being torn apart from the inside out, and learning how to live.”

“Tell me something about you.” “All I’ve ever loved, I’ve loved alone.”

“You are the best person I’ve ever met, I’ve met so many people, but none of them compare to you.”

“Can I be honest about something?” “There’s a first time for everything, sure.” “There are no words that describe how I feel about you, no words to describe how deeply, passionately, insanely in love with you I am.”

“Why is he/she/they like this?” “All the coldest, rudest people were once as beautiful as flowers, as warm as the sun.”

“I fear if you get too close you’ll see me for who I really am, I don’t want you to see me for that.”

“Why does it hurt..?”

“Let pain come, let it wash over you, then let it leave.”

“You exist, and that in itself is beautiful.”

“You deserve a love so deep it roots itself into your very soul, reminds you that out there somebody who thinks of you and sees the world in your smile.”

“What is it about (Y/N) you love so much?” “Aside from being the most spectacular person I have ever met, everything. I just wish there was a way I could say that.” “Turn around.”

“Would you come find me?” “I’ll cross the entire earth if I have to.”

“Will you meet me in the place where we first met?”

“I’ve been told that apparently I love you.” “See, I want to say good for you but that doesn’t seem like the appropriate response.” “No, it really wouldn’t. But if you want to say it then that’s okay.” “Good for you.”

“Give me money.” “Do I like like a bank to you?” “Do you have money?” “Yes?” “Then yes.”

“I can’t read, you know that right?” “You can read, stop lying and help.”

“I didn’t know you were married, I can’t believe it! You didn’t tell me?!” “Wait until you find out who actually agreed to marry me.”

“Let’s make a bet.” “No!” “Why?” “Because somehow you always win!”

“I once sold my soul.” “Hard to believe you had a soul in the first place.”

“Can you use magic?” “I feel unsafe answering that.”

“You make me want to cry.” “Like, in a you’re happy to see me way?” “I said what I said.” “Is that a good or bad thing?!”

“Look, in life you either find a way or make a way, but if you stand there and do nothing, then you’ll never get where you want to be.”

“I need a parent or guardian to sign this.” “I’m neither.” “You’re close enough, sign it.”

“Tell me something I don’t know about you.” “I was hit by a car once, not fun.” “Not what I was expecting. Why?”

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“Do you want a hug?” “No, that involves physical contact and that’s gross.” “We are quite literally married. If you’re angry at me just tell me.”

“Why is it every time I come here you seem to be here too?” “I study here.” “In detention?”

“What was the last thing he/she/they said to you?” “Ask if we could get married.”

“Can I stay at yours?” “You don’t need to ask.”

“If you could go anywhere, where would you go?” “Home…”

“I don’t remember you… I’m sorry…” “that’s alright, how about we start again, from square one?”

“Will you ever forgive me?”

“I can’t do this… be this anymore…”

“I never asked for any of this!”

“Did you mean it?” “What?” “When you said you loved me did you mean it?”

“Don’t go… stay with me..”

“I think when you’re in love, and that person in return loves you, it is the most beautiful thing in the world. The most painful thing.”

“All my heartache is because of you!”

“I’m.. I’m sorry…” “it’s okay… it’s not your fault…”

“If you want the world then it’s yours, whatever you want I’ll get it for you.”

“Come with me.” “Where?” “Anywhere but here.”

“I have to do this, I have to do it alone.” “No you don’t..”

“You’re all alone.” “I never go anywhere alone.”

“You’re not so scary.” “I’m not?”

“You’re the one!” “What?” “You are everything I never knew I needed, everything I never knew I wanted. You are the one person I want for the rest of my life, to be by my side.”

“Did you just punch me in the face?” “I would say sorry but that’s a lie.”

“How long have you been waiting?” “Hundreds of years.”

“I love the sound of your laugh.”

“What’s your favourite thing in this world?” “You.”

“He/she/they would hurt anybody, everybody, but you’re the one person he/she/they just can’t hurt.”

“You are the one thing that keeps me sane.”

“So, want to start a riot?” “Sometimes I worry about you.”

“Are you drunk?” “Extremely.”

“I swear to god I’m going to knock you out one day.”

“Are you an Angel!” “No, the opposite actually, demon.”

“Why do you insist on destroying all my things?”

“Stop throwing things!” “No!”

“Warn a person before walking up to them!”

“My mother warned me about people like you.” “Did you listen?” “No, I never was any good at that.”

“I’m pumped up on caffeine and I feel like my heart is going to explode.” “Yes, no more caffeine for you.”

“You’re very British.” “I.. don’t know if that’s an insult…”

“Why do you insist on breaking all the rules?”

“You stole my car?” “You left your keys unguarded.” “So you stole them?”

“Even if nobody else believes you I do.” “Really?” “Of course.”

“You will always be the most important part of my life.”

“Thank you.” “For what?” “For showing me what it’s like to be human…”

[oh-hell-help-me]

Day 30: Volcanic

To be honest, Luigi didn’t think he’d get this far.

Long before the peace talks and his position as an Ambassador, he wouldn’t have even considered the possibility that he’d get together with Bowser either.

And yet here he is, waiting to be walked down the aisle.

The wedding preparations were a few notches below chaotic, if only because of their large budget and the practice Bowser had in setting them up.

(Something Bowser admitted to having a lot of fun doing, even if they ended up ruined.)

His willing input- something clearly novel for Bowser- was met with excitement. Combined with the luxury of setting up a guest list, menu, floral arrangements, and all the nitty gritty detail work that came with co-planned weddings? Absolutely ecstatic.

And then there’s the dress.

It wasn’t initially Luigi’s idea- the honor would go to Junior- but he was fully on board the moment both Bowser and Wendy started presenting him with ideas, sketches, and swatches of temptingly soft fabric.

(By the time he decided on a style, Bowser was kicked out since ‘grooms weren’t supposed to see the bride's dress before the wedding’. Personally, he thinks Wendy wanted to capitalize on the project.)

The next thing he knew, he was having several fittings with an A-Line dress that showed off his shoulders but still covered his neck and chest- a ‘Backless Halter Neck’, according to Wendy.

Whatever it might be, it’s a dress that makes him comfortable-

Something greatly needed when he also feels a second away from passing out.

Yes, he’s excited to get married. Yes, he’s excited to marry Bowser. Yes, he is sure that he wants to be married now.

But that didn’t take away the sheer terror of facing a new start in his life- to finally commit and be committed to in a way that will span the rest of his life (or Bowser’s life, considering..).

He feels like the world is getting smaller like there isn’t any air, and what if he isn’t meant to be happy and doesn’t deserve-

“Luigi?”

Mario had seen the wedding coming a mile away- even before Mina’s arrival (which he never could have predicted).

Heck, he even anticipated Luigi taking the first step by proposing. Despite his timid nature, his brother was the kind of person to embrace happiness regardless of the potential hardships that might come with it.

It was a trait he always admired his brother for- to have the bravery to try even as he was scared shitless.

And the days leading up to the wedding have cemented that admiration. Every hurdle was overcome with determination. Every conflict between citizens of different kingdoms is met with gentle patience…

Seeing him handle each one made it easier to accept that Luigi was going to be married.

Which is why, when he arrives to walk his baby brother down the aisle, he is surprised to find the bride-to-be hyperventilating against the doors to the venue.

“Luigi?”

He sees him flinch, but he doesn’t uncurl from his position as Mario drew closer.

It’s enough to have him rush to his side, take him by the shoulders, and let him lean into a hug. Not even seconds passed before he felt his brother's hands grasp desperately around his back- burrowing his head in his neck as he tries to calm down.

To Mario, it felt like watching a runaway train- seeing it derail and crash in a way he couldn't look away- and he won't. Not when Luigi needed him.

"Luigi- cosa c'è che non va, fratellino?"

"Lo non- cosa succude se- What if I'm making a mistake- am I dragging him down-"

And Mario understood- he did considering Peach, but he also understood that if he didn't get to the bottom of this... "And who says that you're dragging him down? Or that he's settling for a mistake?"

"N-no one. But-"

"Ma niente. Luigi, this is your day- the biggest and likely the best day you'll have and remember and share with the grande tartaruga!" And he thinks on that, and belatedly asks- "Do you love him, veramente?"

"Lo faccio. lo amo, Mario."

"Then what is it that you are afraid of, Luigi?"

"I- I feels fast- come se non sapessi cosa aspettarmi. It feels like I might mess up- or that I might lose all of this- all of the happiness- il suo amore, la famiglia, il mio bambina..."

He holds him tighter, and can't help but give a wobbly chuckle.

"[Luigi, fratellino, I'll still be here- we'll all be here, whether you like it or not- even if you ask." He lets him go if only to grasp him by the shoulders again and look him in the eyes. "And even if you call the wedding off, Bowser will still be there for you because he loves you. You're fine, Luigi. You'll be okay because we love you and we'll be here."

And Luigi?

He lets him hold that gaze, lets him search for any sort of doubt or lie (not that Mario ever would, but he knows why and understands).

"Okay." Another calming breath. "Okay."

Bowser was anxious- no, terrified as he waited at the alter.

As a force of habit, his first thought is that Mario has somehow waylaid the bride. But-

Even he knew (long before he even fancied Luigi) that the shorter Mario Brother wouldn't dream of doing that- not when his brother's happiness was on the line.

Even so, the wait was killing him with 'what ifs'.

What if something went wrong, while he wasn't looking.

What if Luigi was regretting it- regretting him- regretting marrying him-

What if he didn't love him-

Logic- and so many instances where he literally felt that sought-for love radiate from Luigi- have met each doubt in turn- made it less likely, but-

Well, he never claimed to be purely logical.

But then he heard the venue doors open-

And then nothing mattered anymore.

Not when Luigi came out the doors with joy on his face and the same sparkling of his eyes that Bowser came to love.

Not when it was Luigi seeming to lead Mario down the aisle in his eagerness.

Not when he arrives, looking at him like he held the whole universe in his grasp.

Not when it felt like he had his whole universe right in front of him, beaming and holding his paws with gentle hands.

Not when they vowed to stay 'through sickness and health', not when they exchanged rings.

Not when they said, "I do."

And especially not when they leaned close, breaths sharing as one, eyes open and vulnerable and so- so happy-

Not when they kissed, and his whole being felt volcanic enough to burst with the happiness that is in and around him.

[theoakleafpancake]

Okay so I think I've had enough time to get my thoughts together, and after watching the new season twice back to back, here are my highlights for each episode (Basically me taking the thoughts I had written down and condensing them) (Do not keep reading if you haven't watched it yet :)) This is going to be a very long post

Chapter 1: Startouched

First of all, still can't get over Aaravos's crying. Pack it up, Santa Claus 🤚

The new Viren intro? Hello? Is he dead? He must be

Was very disappointed to realize that he was, in fact, not dead

Terry is still thriving. We stan him

Rest in peace, Sir Sparklepuff

Claudia was abandoned by her mother and her brother (in her eyes), and now her father, too, whom she sacrificed so much to save.

Her sobs are chilling

Soren is an icon, as usual, he and Opeli are the best duo

"Fellowship of the Pearl" ELROND??

Stella is the number one Rayllum stan

Seriously, why does everyone sleep in full uniform?? Except Rayla. She gets comfort

"What have I done" my poor boy is never going to sleep again

"He took our blankie" LMAOO

Barius could be an award-winning baker in our world

"I'll be fine. I have my blankie." I'm going to live by this phrase

Claudia, PLEASE get some therapy

Chapter 2: Love, War and Mushrooms

Ayo we get a Claudia intro now??? Leave my girl alone

SORUVS CRUMBS LET'S GOOO

"I'm happy to see you, too." Good. Now kiss

Karim's reflection in the crown :( poor Janai

"What am I not seeing?" Corvus, honey. There are weirdly-colored mushrooms. EVERYWHERE.

Not him having to babysit Soren and Hat

"But I will do what I must" Karim stop trying to be Viren

Ezran and Zym being brothers <3

Soren's carrying the entire show with the modern references "Among Us"

"If I ever start to doubt you, I'll know I am truly lost" crying rn

I did not expect Soren to have beef with a mushroom

Hello?? The parallel scene with Janai and Karim's speeches?? I am speechless?? It's beautiful.

Fun sized Zym!

YES JANAYA IS GETTING MARRIED

Each group adopted a baitling and I'm here for it

Chapter 3: The Frozen Ship

AARAVOS FORCED HIM TO USE DARK MAGIC ON THE SHIP???? HE WAS POSSESSED AGAIN???

"Aww, look at that pair, Sneezles and Snoozles" as he's having a traumatic nightmare LMAO

Terry is still waiting for her...

SNEEZLES WHY'D YOU RUIN THE KISS (Very smooth, Callum)

I love Earthblood magic

"Evil black ice" preach, Rayla

They really put the ship monologue in, didn't they 😭

"I mean, you can sit here and draw pictures up the ship, but does that change anything?" hey, shut up <3

Y'know what, forget the plot twists and everything, I wanna know how Claudia's nails stay perfect

Rayla sobbing over a love tragedy while Callum's out in the freezing snow

"Rayla, I'm here!" *door slams in his face*

"Rayla..." *gives a super soft look* "all this time...you were READING?" Writers how dare you

WE GET DAD LORE, EVERYONE. HIS NAME IS DAMIEN. HE WAS A POET. AND HE HAD A BREATHING DISEASE. Maybe the same like Soren? Could he have been saved with Dark Magic????

Callum just share the blanket...YES

Stella the wingman

Callum nO—WHY WOULD YOU TELL HER ABOUT THE DARK MAGIC RIGHT WHEN YOU WERE ABOUT TO KISS?

Claudia is slaying with that new haircut

TERRY WAS COLLECTING THE STICKS TO MAKE HER A LEG HJLEFHKBEFAHKBEF "I did it for you!" kuhewfkhuefw "I would do anything for you." YES

Idk why but the animation during the argument was just *chef's kiss*

"I promise." Hey. No. Stop it.

"I am a humble servant!" How the turns have tabled

Aw, Viren's begging and sobbing on the ground like the pathetic man he is.

"Good. You don't deserve any." LET'S GO, EZRAN

Chapter 4: The Starscraper

I was expecting Callum to just be shot up in the sky like he was walking into a geyser, tbh

but the starscaper is giving minecraft beacons

I was kind of expecting a "BUT it's a living creature and deserves to not be used for parts" but ig we'll settle for a "BUT it's sooo cute"

"Hello, we need help." "Drop." Well alright then

Claudia, yes. Step away from Aaravos. No, he does not deserve your help. nO

"I need to see my dad, he can tell me the right path" Yeah, I don't think she's gonna see her dad again

"How do you all feel about spiders" haha nOPE I'm out

Oh, yay. Sol Regem.

"No" HA

"No horns! But greasy hair..." dang Astrid what did Callum do to you

THE STAFFS. AND VIREN'S SHOULD BE THERE

The novablade was given to a human girl?? The Orphan Queen, mayhaps?? 👀

AARAVOS CAN'T BE KILLED???

Thank you Terry, for saving Claudia from using that vial

ohhh, Soren's about to get severe whiplash

Chapter 5: Moonless Night

Soren's serious and I don't like it

LMAO not Stella trying to steal Callum's book

"Maybe I just want to see you suffer" As you should, Soren

"And I'm so proud of you" "Everything you're telling me is some kind of lie" OUCH

Viren being miserable brings me joy

Not the wet socks :(

Rayla girlbossing as usual

her seeing the good in the ones that everyone else thinks is a monster >>>>

I want to pet Esmeray

Moana who? I only know Rayla

"Luna's love is with you even if she's not" didn't Runaan say something similar to Ethari before he left??

What's the significance of the bells

THE QUASAR DIAMONDS

HE DID IT FOR HER. HE WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HER. SHE GETS TO SEE HER FAMILY AGAIN

Imagine the first thing you see in your life is the stars...I think I'd transcend, too

THEY'RE SEEING EACH OTHER FOR THE FIRST TIME

Kosmo's getting his magical girl transformation

"Your star is...darkness" That wasn't very nice >:(

Lain's face is full of defiance while Tiadrin and Runaan are terrified

Poor Callum

The scene with Viren shouting to Aaravos he can't control him, and then panning to the fly caught in a spiderweb is a nice touch

Chapter 6: Moment of Truth

I'm sorry, what happened to "Hello?" "How are you?" WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT THE REAL PEARL? WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S THE DECOY? WHAT DO YOU MEAN AARAVOS CONTROLLED HIM AGAIN?

The parallels of both Viren and Harrow writing a letter to their son

Lissa is gorgeous

Nooo, writers, stop trying to make me feel sympathy for the rat man

Kpp'Ar?!? Isn't actually a bad guy?

Kosmo you broke Callum

"You might have all the power of the cosmos but you're still dumb" Astrid ily

Did he just?? Hit the restart button? I want that. Give me the power of the cosmos :(

HARROW CAMEO

Callum's stronger than I am cause I would have walked out as soon as she mentioned the spider was going to bite me

"Without magic, you're just a frail old man" who's talking now, Viren

Oh. "I watched it fill with her tears" my hatred of you has increased tenfold, Viren

RAYLA IS HIS TRUTH. HIS LIGHT. THE ONE WHO BRINGS HIM BACK FROM THE DARKNESS

That letter needs to go to Claudia instead of Soren

Stella bringing out the popcorn lmao

THEY KISSED. THIS ISN'T A DRILL, THEY KISSED

"I love you" IOUHEFIUHGIUEGFIUGHEFWIUHEWIO THEY FINALLY SAID IT

Chapter 7: The Red Wedding

The way he caresses her face adiwefiijefjioef

MOON NEXUS. HER PARENTS. RUNAAN.

Not Stella being mean to Sneezles for messing up another Raylum kiss

Ooh, they're getting married! But Karim has to be a little POS and ruin it with an army

Aanya, beloved

Hmm I saw you moving closer to Ezran there

Janaya for life

"Specifically, we tried to kill each other" true love at it's finest

They keep bringing attention to Pharos's wound and I don't like it

Get married, kill your traitorous brother, and eat cake, all in a day's work

THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER they're literally perfect

"Of course I love my sister! I still want to take everything she ever loved from her!" Brother of the year award

So many of my problems could be fixed with an exploding arrow

Ezran didn't reach them in time IS HE GONNA DIE WITH THEM

Wait

LMAO SOL REGEM DITCHED THEM THAT'S HILARIOUS

Oh no he's heading for Katolis oh NO

Chapter 8: We All Fall Down

I am...I have no words for this. (Seriously, I didn't have a lot of notes for this bit. Just seeing Katolis being burned to the ground, the townspeople about to die...the writers were brilliant at letting us feel their horror and fear)

AARAVOS.

Hat survived tho

"Take good care of Hat" you act like you're about to die??

There are a lot of names I'd like to call Aaravos, but I won't say them

"I can't" oh do something for ONCE

"Take my heart." I'm sorry??? No???

Viren. Why is there blood on the knife what did you DO

He carved his own heart. He CARVED his OWN HEART

Soren's alive tho

THE PICTURES OF THE FAMILY JLKBEFJBKLFES

Ladies and gentlemen, Viren is finally dead. And even though I still hate him, his death sequence was top tier

CLAUDIA

Ew, pathetic beast (Sol Regem)

Aaravos, I hope you choke on your own tears <3

Claudia, the tragedy that you are

She lost her father TWICE

Nooo the pearl GET AWAY FROM HER AARAVOS

HE DID ALL OF THIS. ALL OF THIS BECAUSE THE PEARL WAS STILL THERE. HE KNEW SHE WOULD COME BACK FOR HER FATHER. AND HE NEEDED VIREN DEAD TO GIVE HER THAT FINAL PUSH.

I forgot Lujanne had a husband. Or boyfriend. Did she and Allen get married? I don't remember

Thank you for being the ONLY reasonable one here, Terry

Claudia and Callum are after the same spell??

He needed Sol Regem's bones :o

IT ISN'T THE REAL QUASAR DIAMOND?

"Veritas" hello Deltora Quest what are you doing here

HE HAD THE THIRD QUASAR DIAMOND IN HIS STAFF THE WHOLE TIME?? RAYLA HAS TO CHOOSE? WHY CAN'T YOU LET HER BE HAPPY DANGIT

Ooh Claudia's spell didn't work?

Chapter 9: Stardust

"It needs love" That was...not what I expected from you

Leola, cutie. Her and Claudia would have gotten along well

Callum made her a bracelet to bring her back <3

Rayllum!

RUNAAN? it wasn't the behemoth, he's there but he's corrupted? What???

LAIN AND TIADRIN!! And they're...dancing?

Ohhh the key was for a book

They're at peace. Runaan's not. I'm going to die

Leola looks so small standing before them

I love how the cosmic order is just like "oh this is the beginning of chaos" you are quite literally about to kickstart that chaos

The og trio looks so small in the flashback

THE REFLECTION IN THE POND SHOWS LITTLE RAYLA HUGGING HER PARENTS. ILUHEFIUGLEFIUHL

And thus, Leola's Last Wish was born

Oh Santa's back

They put his prison in his daughter's grave 😟

"You taught me to never break my promises!" Hey, so. Can you break the promise you made in Chapter 3?

"No!" Runaan get back here right now.

So Lain and Tiadrin have been dancing this whole time while Runaan's been living in a nightmare. That checks out

Ruthari <3

OOh the Aaravos/Runaan spell is just like the Janai/Karim speech sequence

RUNAAN IS BACK. RUNAAN IS ALIVE

OH NO CALLUM CAUGHT SIGHT OF KATOLIS BURNING

The wedding was supposed to be happy >:(

Aanya got to try her cake tho

Ezran, my poor boy. He was just going away for his aunt's wedding. Nothing was supposed to go wrong. He's still a kid.

Aaravos also gets his magical girl transformation

Hello?? He's literally a giant? Ohhh the "I swallowed her" makes sense now

Terry knows this is a horrible idea. What if Aaravos makes her turn on Terry?????

Is this why is voice is so deep?

Overall, season 6 was a ROLLERCOASTER and probably my new favorite season. There was so much going on, and it did not disappoint. I can't wait to see the next season, AND for those of you who don't know, there has been a mention of a third arc which means possibily 10 seasons instead of 7!!!!! But in order for that to happen we need to show as much support as possible so yeah! If we do get those 3 extra seasons I will never shut up about this series

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Solar Opposites: The Misadventures of The Solars Episode #1: The Unwanted Personification of The Solars

The episode starts on Earth, an unknown mask being appears with a familiar outfit while wearing a hood with a bow on it with a bunch of viles in her hands.

???: Hello GeenaDavisville, I know about Jesse and her family. Prepare to be just like them!

We then cut to Korvo and Terry having sex

Korvo: Oh Terry! *moans* I love it when you bang me like that! *moans* Keep fucking me up!

Terry: *moans* Fuck! You feel good, baby!

Korvo: Treat me like a nectar! Call me a slutty mogul!

Terry: Ooooh! *moans* Yes, that gets me so fucking hot!

The two husbands cum as they moan

Korvo: *screaming in ecstasy* TERRY!

Terry: KORVY! OOOOOH!

The two alien husbands embrace in kiss as they moan lovingly.

Korvo: Fuck...things have been better since we got married...

Terry: I know… we had everything we ever wanted… our four kids… our nanny… our human neighbors and human frenemies… our house… AISHA… we had everything we ever wanted… a peaceful happy life…

Korvo nods.

Korvo: I know… I love you Terry-bear…

Terry: Love you too...

The two husbands kiss as they snuggle with each other. Back with the mysterious figure, she presses the button and colorful electronic mist spreads across some of the humans, while most of them are safe, some of them aren’t. The mysterious figure laughs evilly as thunder and lightning clashes. The next morning, Principal Cooke unlocks the keys while carrying stuff and heads inside his office. But then, suddenly notices red Shlorpian skin blotches in his hands.

Principal Cooke: What the?

The scene then cuts to Miss Frankie, taking a test for her car but then notices blue-green Shlorpian blotches in her hands that caused her to scream in horror. The scene then cuts to the Replicants and Sonya getting excited because of the Sprinkle Museum.

Sonya: Wow! The Sprinkle Museum is open! I can’t wait for the cute sprinkles artwork!

Jesse: I know right?!

Yumyulack: I can’t wait! I’m gonna take a pic of sprinkle from every celebrity on Earth!

Jesse: I hope they finally have the ones from Katy Perry! She is very amazing!

Sonya: I'm with you on that one!

Yumyulack: I’m betting they have the one from Brad Pitt! His sprinkles are really action-packed!

Sonya: Hopefully they also have some from Ariana Grande!

Korvo: No one is going anywhere until we have your pussy cleaned off. It’s attracting those space spiders again!

Jesse: Aw, do we have to?

Yumyulack: Aw just let me be stanky! My mound! My choice!

Sonya: Come on, Yumyulack.

Korvo: Now now now. I know it’s a bit painful, but I keep some slipping on that stuff. And this little sprout of mine deserves a clean ass.

Yumyulack smiles

Yumyulack: Korv...

Phoebe MacCarthy: Hold your horses, *gets out a back* I’m gonna help use this bag to grab all the droppings before it spread on the floor.

Korvo: Thanks Phoebe.

Phoebe MacCarthy: You’re welcome, because I ain’t want to have to clean up y’all’s pussy. This is the only solution I got.

Jesse laughs

Korvo: Okay, Phoebe hold this bag while I abstract all the droplets we get.

Phoebe MacCarthy: Got it!

Korvo presses the button on the mound expressor and it starts abstracting the mound on Yumyulack’s ass.

Yumyulack: *laughs* It tickles!

Korvo: *sing-songy* Doo do doo doo! *normal voice* Get it all Phoebe. We can have it our own mold and make gummy bears!

Suddenly… a human’s offscreen body appears with Terry’s clothes.

Terry: *offscreen* Oh! We getting our mounds abstracted?! Me next! Me next!

Korvo: Alright Terry, you can be next! Just drop your pants and and let’s see- *exclaims in shock*

Yumyulack: *gasp*

Jesse: Jesus Jessica Parker!

Sonya: *screams*

Terry: *offscreen* What?!

Korvo: Terry! You have a human penis! *scene cuts to Terry, now a human* And you’re human!

Human Terry: Huh? What are you talking about?

Human Terry looks at a mirror and gasp.

Human Terry: I’m… I’m a human a-and I got a slight above average human penis!

The family screams in horror at the sight Terry’s human penis. The scene then cuts to a board meeting where the board are waiting for Cooke.

Board Leader: Where the fuck is Principal Cooke?!

Board Member: We don't know, sir.

Then, Cooke comes as the board members gasp in horror and disgust. Cooke now has a red Shlorpian skin body.

Principal Cooke: I am so sorry I'm late. I-

Board Council: What the fuck happened to you?!

Principal Cooke: I don't know but-

Miss Frankie and Ms. Perez came in with Shlorpian skins of their own. Ms. Perez has orange Shlorpian skin and Miss Frankie has blue-green Shlorpian skin.

Miss Frankie: Honey?!

Principal Cooke: *gasp in horror* Oh my gosh, baby! What happen?!

Miss Frankie: I don't know! I just woke up like this!

Principal Cooke: What?! Ugh! *to the board members* We’re so sorry council, but we believe this has something to do with our alien students and their dads!

Board Leader: You mean the fact to tell us that you’ve been banned from school grounds starting with today?!

Principal Cooke: Pretty much...

Board Council: Good! Because… YOU! THREE! ARE! FIRED!

Principal Cooke, Miss Frankie, and Ms. Perez: WHAT?!

Board Member: I don’t what crazy bullshit this is but you three have gotten worse more than ever! You three are nothing but monsters!

Ms. Perez gasps and tears up. The three teachers look around and sees everyone backing away at them. The scene then cuts to a teacher throwing the three teachers out.

Teacher: GET OUT OF HERE!

Miss Frankie growls and punches the ground in anger

Miss Frankie: This can’t be happening!

Ms. Perez: We gotta talk to Korvo!

Principal Cooke: That does it! We’re going over there and giving those fucking aliens a piece of our minds!

We then cut to the Solars' house. The scene cuts back to Human Terry touching his ears.

Human Terry: Wow. You gotta touch these ears! I can’t believe it got a penis and a nose and a dick and head full of hair and a shlong!

Korvo blushes

Jesse: Jeepers! I can’t believe you are actually human! This is cool!

Sonya: Do you have a butthole?

Human Terry: I don’t know you tell me!

Human Terry bends over

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: Whoa! He’s got a butthole! He’s got a butthole!

Korvo gets flustered

Human Terry: Oh what kind of stuff should I put it in it! Give me that gunquin!

Korvo: Uh uh uh! *grabs the gunquin out of Yumyulack’s hand* Nobody is putting anything in Terry’s butthole, except me. Until we can find a way to zap it.

Phoebe MacCarthy: Terry, how did this happen?!

Human Terry: *to Korvo* Oh come on! You never let me put anything in anything!

Korvo: We have to figure out how this happened.

Korvo scans Human Terry’s body.

Korvo: Damn it! It’s just as I feared! Terry’s body transformation is a natural Shlorpian reaction for being on the planet too long without the Pupa terraforming it.

Phoebe MacCarthy: That doesn't sound so bad.

Korvo snaps

Korvo: Yes it does! It means he’s turning into a different form!

Human Terry: Wait? Am I a daywalker?!

Korvo: No human!

Jesse: Can't he just turn back?

Sonya: How come it happened to Terry first?

Korvo: Because, he’s too weak minded and has succumb to the human culture long before you two did.

Human Terry gasps and tears up at being called weak-minded

Korvo: Oh no I didn’t mean it I- *groans in frustration*

Human Terry runs off in tears

Korvo: *groans in frustration*

Yumyulack: Will me and Jesse turn human too?!

Korvo: Yes but not at this moment.

Korvo runs upstairs to go comfort Terry. Korvo enters the bedroom.

Korvo: Terry?

Human Terry: *sniffles remorsefully for upsetting his husband*

Korvo: I'm sorry I called you weak-minded.

Human Terry: *sniffles* I’m sorry I upset you.

Korvo: Oh Terry...

Korvo hugs Human Terry

Human Terry: *sniffles* I just feel awful because I angered my hubby.

Korvo has an idea and seduces Terry

Korvo: *seductively* I think this form has got me feeling horny.

Human Terry: But you said you'd never have sex with a human...

Korvo: Not as long as it is this handsome-

Suddenly, Miss Frankie furiously kicked down the door with Cooke and Ms. Perez entering the room as Miss Frankie furiously grabs Korvo.

Miss Frankie: YOU SACK OF SHIT!

Korvo: *screams*

Miss Frankie: YOU! YOU DID THIS TO ME YOU SCI-FI BITCH CUNT!

Human Terry: HEY! GET OFF HIM!

Miss Frankie: LOOK AT ME!

Principal Cooke: *gives Miss Frankie a successful cooldown hug* Hey hey easy honey. Just calm down.

Miss Frankie: I AM CALM!

Ms. Perez: Okay. Everyone calm down. Korvo, did you or did you not really try to turn us into aliens like you and your family?

Korvo: What?! No I didn't

Miss Frankie, Principal Cooke and Ms. Perez: Huh?

Korvo: Why would you think I did it?! Because I'm an alien?! IS THAT IT?! *starts crying* YOU DON'T KNOW ME! *cries into Human Terry's chest*

Ms. Perez: *to Miss Frankie* Nice going

Miss Frankie gasps as she realizes she went too far

Miss Frankie: *in a nervous regret* Ooooh… shit.

Human Terry stares angrily at Miss Frankie

Phoebe MacCarthy: *grabs Miss Frankie from the shoulder* What the fuck did you do this time?!

Miss Frankie: I didn't mean to make him cry! I-

Phoebe furiously pins Miss Frankie to the wall.

Phoebe MacCarthy: You better explain what is happening right now! Or else!

Miss Frankie: *gulps* Okay! I think we’re turning into aliens!

Phoebe gasps and releases her hold.

Phoebe: What? *skin suddenly turns a teal Shlorpian skin and gasp* Oh my God… well that’s not Korvo for sure. Korvo, we have to get to the ship!

Korvo pulls himself together and dries his tears.

Korvo: Okay...

The scene cuts to the ship where AISHA scans Miss Frankie, Phoebe, Principal Cooke and Ms. Perez.

AISHA: Holy shit.

Ms. Perez: What is it?!

AISHA: Look like someone must’ve created some kind of DNA from Korvo, Terry, Yumyulack and Jesse’s blood and DNA samples and must’ve created some kind of virus that turns another organism into a Shlorpian.

Principal Cooke faints

Miss Frankie: So wait? It wasn’t the Solars, then who did?!

AISHA: Don’t know.

Korvo: I’m afraid there is impossible to make the cure. It’s like when you make panna cada the cream has to set.

Yumyulack: Uh why did you compare to the book of Boba Fett?

Korvo: *shrugs* Don’t know. I thought it would be interesting. But don’t worry, the kids and I know the perfect place we can go while you guys stay here. Las Vegas. That’s where we can find the perfect help.

Miss Frankie: Why Las Vegas?

Human Terry: Baby, I like the way you think!

Korvo: D’aw *kisses Human Terry on the lips* It had the right shipment that could help us. Replicants, Sonya, you’re with me. Terry keep on an eye on Pupa with Phoebe. We’ll be back soon.

Human Terry: Got it!

Korvo: Come on kids! I have the perfect vehicle to help us!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: You do?

The scene cuts to Korvo and the kids digging out Hammerhead 2 and washed it and shine it. Now it is ready.

Korvo: Behold, Hammerhead 2!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: Whoa!

Jesse: Wait? Should we add upgrades to it to make it more cooler?

Korvo: Uh, yeah!

Yumyulack: I don’t see why not. Right Sonya?

Sonya: Mm hmm.

Later, Hammerhead 2 gets an upgrade, including the ability to fly.

Korvo: This is perfect!

Jesse: Alright! Yay!

Pupa: Bye bye.

Everyone gets on

Sonya: Bye Pupa! Be good for Terry and Phoebe!

Pupa: Korvo!

Korvo: Hammerhead 2! Set course to Nevada!

Hammerhead 2: Setting course to Las Vegas, dude.

Korvo: Thanks for the reminder.

The Hammerhead flies off as the kids whoop. Then, suddenly the Pupa starts straining.

Pupa: *grunting as he suddenly starts glowing and then starts screaming*

The glow fade as Pupa suddenly become… a human girl? Human Pupa gigges as Human Terry comes outside.

Human Terry: Okay Pupa, I got pink lemonade Hi-C for you and- *gasp as he drops the snack tray* and what did they did to you?!

Human Pupa: Human!

16 days later… Korvo and the kids arrived in Spain.

Korvo: Damn that was a rough week. But at least it worth it to see SeaWorld.

Sonya: I know...

Yumyulack: Ugh! I still can’t believe it got a stupid starfish on my head! *takes the starfish off of his head*

Korvo: Now look for any signs of something noticeable or Terry because he has been here before.

Jesse then sees something on a woman.

Jesse: Hey look! That lady is wearing one of Terry’s shirts.

Korvo and the kids head over to the woman, who is drinking some kind of beverage in a red cup.

Jesse: Excuse me lady, did you meet Terry?

Woman: This sweet ass alien dude gave me this shirt after teaching me how to do swing islander.

Korvo: Did you fuck him?!

Woman: I would have, but he told me he is already married to this sweet guy named Crumbo.

Korvo blushes because he knows Terry calls him that because of his love for crumbs.

Woman: I don't know who Crumbo is but I'd bang him if he's hot...

Korvo: Oh that’s me. Because I love crumbs and it’s actually Korvo.

Woman: Ew. Nevermind. *leaves*

Korvo: *then realizes something* I actually know where Terry went to next. It must be Nevada where they had that neon light festival!

Yumyulack: Wow! I heard that sounded amazing!

Sonya: Yeah. I heard of these festivals. Really had a lot of wooden building burned down.

Korvo: We have to head there now!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: Yay!

Korvo: Solar Opposites minus Terry, Pupa and Phoebe, roll out!

Korvo and the kids head back on Hammerhead 2.

Korvo: Hammerhead presume coarse to Nevada! Maximum speed!

Hammerhead 2: Ooh, bummer buddy. Destination to Nevada is… 16 days.

Korvo: Hmm. Better pick a faster route!

Then suddenly, Jesse starts glowing as she floats.

Jesse: On shoot! I’m doing the glow!

Jesse turns into a human.

Human Jesse: Guys! Guys! I’m a human! *looks down at her boobs* And I got boobs!

Yumyulack: Let me touch them! Uh I mean who cares? Humans are lame.

Korvo: Shit! I told you this would happen! We just have to get to Nevada on time! Don’t panic! Stay on course!

Human Jesse: Panic? *hops off of Hammerhead 2* Look at me! I’m young, hot and ready to sign up for a student loan!

Sonya: Wait, what?

Human Jesse: I want to do the uniquely human activities I always dream about. Like waiting in line at the DMV, paying taxis and having jury duty!

Korvo: Oh dear lord...

Sonya: Oooh! Count me in! *hops off of Hammerhead 2*

Yumyulack: Not you too!

Korvo: Oh relax I’m sure they’ll be fine. But Jesse, that’s what you always wanted?

Human Jesse: Aliens never get to do all the boring Monday human stuff. I gotta skeddale! *hops on a bull with Sonya* Too-da-loo!

Korvo: Well, looks like it's just you and me, huh?

Yumyulack: *sighs* I hope they’ll be okay.

Korvo: Don’t worry, your sisters will be fine. Anyways, I manage to find a faster route. Hang on Yumyulack, by my calculations, we’ll be here in in 8 days. Hammerhead 2, takeoff!

Hammerhead 2: Cowabunga Nevada! Here we come!

Hammerhead 2 blasts off. 10 Days later Hammerhead 2 made it to the post festival.

Korvo: God damn traffic! Well, at least we made it!

Yumyulack: *listening to Slipknot* I wonder how the girls and Terry are doing. See anything?

Korvo then spots a sleeping hangar that used to belong to the ship as he grins.

Korvo: Aha! Found it! It’s one of my old hangar!

Yumyulack: What's that do?

Korvo: It can help charge a ship up. *gets put chargers* Let’s use this to help gain more power of Hammerhead 2. Come on.

Korvo and Yumyulack head to the hangar, but then Yumyulack’s pants and shoes rip to reveal human legs.

Korvo: *gasp* Yumyulack, how long have you have that human leg meat?!

Yumyulack: Aw man! Just a few days, I didn’t say anything because I thought you cut them off!

Korvo: Y'know what? It's okay. We just need to-

Yumyulack screams as he glows brighter and then as the glow fade, Yumyulack has turn into a human.

Korvo: Fuck! I knew we gave you too many lunchables and X-Box LIVE.

Yumyulack: Holy shit I'm human! And I have...

Human Yumyulack then checks down inside his pants while counting.

Human Yumyulack: *gasp in joy* Several pubes!

Korvo: Great. Now what are we gonna do?

Human Yumyulack: Oh uh I um…

Korvo: *sighs while smiling* Go ahead. Run off to do human stuff you always wanted. I got this.

Human Yumyulack smiles and hugs Korvo

Human Yumyulack: Thanks old man. *spots an old time bike* Better borrow this bike real quick! *rides off as Korvo smiles while rolling his eyes in amusement*

Korvo: Now...time to head to Vegas.

3 hours later… Korvo made it to Vegas and went to a casino. He walks up to a security guard.

Korvo: Was there a guy name Terry? Yeh tall? Good looking?

Security Guard: Depends. Are you this Korvo he told me about?

Korvo: Uh yes? Why?

Security Guard: Come with me.

The scene cuts to an office where the Security Guard plays the footage of Terry at the Casino.

Terry: *on video* Where’s the fucking game room? I want to play Tobaccon Gwen, *kicks a child* bitch!

Korvo gasps

Korvo: *facepalms* Jesus honey, *to the guard* fast forward through this.

The footage fast forwards to Terry at a game of poker.

Korvo: *gasp* What the… these freaks look like they play card games for a living. What was Terry thinking?

Terry: *on footage; takes a deep breath* Easy mode. This is just like in the solo.

Then, Terry accidentally and drunkly makes a huge tragic mistake!

Terry: *on footage; drunkly* I call and raise you… *throws the ships keys* An actual spaceship!

Korvo gasps

Korvo: Oh no! My poor Terry! What have you done you poor drunk thing? How is this hand?!

Security Guard: He had five crestamoons and a hand of swords.

Korvo: What the hell does that mean?

Security Guard: I don’t fucking know. That sounds bad.

Korvo: Shit...

The video then shows Terry losing his bet to a woman, who laughs.

Terry: *on footage* Holy fuck… well at least no one will ever see this.

The Security Guard pauses the video as Korvo grows enraged by him.

Korvo: I want that ship back! Return it now or I will mercilessly lay waste to this entire casino!

Security Guard: Sorry sir. This vehicle is now the property of the Vegas Vegas Corporation. And you need to fucking leave… prim this guest!

Korvo: *gets grabbed by two security guards* What the hell? Stop it! Why are you shoving me into a cement mixer?!

The security guards shove Korvo into the mixer and pours cement in it. Then, one of the security guards throws Korvo, who is encase in a block of cement out of the casino as Korvo breaks free from the cement. Korvo growls as his eyes turn aquamarine.

Korvo: I CAN’T SEE! I CAN’T SEE! *then realizes he can see as his eyes turn back to normal* Okay now I can see. God damn it, I can’t believe my family isn’t here. I really hope they aren’t miserable.

Korvo cries. The scene then cuts to Stacy G, who suddenly now has magenta Shlorpian skin, who is making dinner, which is spaghetti and meatballs with Human Terry. Louise, who is covered with neon green skin and Trevor, who is covered in cobalt blue green looks at Human Terry in surprise.

Louise: Wait, so you’re turning into humans, while we’re turning into aliens?

Human Terry: Kinda.

Then, Human Terry hears a knock on the door. He opens it and reveals to be Human Jesse, Human Yumyulack and Sonya at the door with Cheery, who now has red-violet Shlorpian skin.

Human Jesse: *smiles* Hi daddy.

Human Terry gasp in joy and hugs his kids.

Human Terry: I'm so happy you guys are okay!

Human Yumyulack: Us too. Glad you recognize us Terry.

Stacy G: *offscreen* Babe, is that you?

Jesse looks at Stacy G and gasps

Human Jesse: Oh my goodness. Honey, you got infected too.

Stacy G: Yeah, we don't know what happened!

Louise: Us either. Also, Frankie is at your house. She doesn’t look well. *Miss Frankie starts moaning as she suddenly starts glowing in the same color as her Shlorpian skin* Is she… okay?

Miss Frankie: UGH! DO I LOOK OKAY?!

Human Jesse: Uh Miss Frankie…. YOU’RE DOING THE GLOW!

Miss Frankie: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Miss Frankie starts glowing as she freaks out. Then, she has turn into a Shlorpian as she screams.

Shlorpian Frankie: Oh great! Now I’m like you and your family now!

Human Yumyulack tries not to laugh

Human Jesse: Holy Jeepers, you look great as Shlorpian.

Shlorpian Frankie breaks down crying hysterically

Shlorpian Frankie: *cries hysterically* Oh my God! I’ve turn into a monster! *gets comforted by Human Jesse and Sonya*

Sonya: Hey, it's okay. You're not a monster.

Shlorpain Frankie sniffles as she wipes her tears.

Shlorpian Frankie: You-you mean it?

Human Jesse: Yeah. I think you still look pretty.

Shlorpian Frankie smiles.

Shlorpian Frankie: *wipes away her tears* Gee thanks.

Human Pupa hugs Shlorpian Frankie. Human Terry smiles

Louise: Yessh. You weren’t kidding about this. What should we do now? Do things we always wanted to do in case we want to have a new life later on?

Trevor: Huh? That’s a great idea.

Meanwhile with Korvo, he's still sobbing

Korvo: *looks at Hammerhead 2 crammed between cars* Fuck! Hammerhead isn’t made for car jamming! Hello can move these casino addicts cars?! Hello?! How?! How has it come to this?!

Korvo sobs harder. Suddenly, a nose appears on his face.

Korvo: A nose?! No! No no no!

Korvo suddenly grows ears.

Korvo: Ears?! Shit! I don’t want to be a fucking human! *glows brighter* NNOOOOOOOOOOO!

The screen cuts to black. Four months and 1/2 later… Stacy G, now a magenta Replicant wakes up while rubbing her eyes and getting ready for school. Suddenly, she hears her mother, now a neon green Shlorpian panicking on the phone from school.

Shlorpian Louise: Expelled?! Are you nuts?! My daughter needs this education!

Replicant Stacy G gasps

Shlorpian Louise: Well my daughter is very smart girl! You dare call my special little lady a freak one more time, so help me- *call ends as Louise sighs*

Replicant Stacy G: Mom?

Shlropian Louise: *hugs her daughter* Don’t worry honey, your girlfriend’s dads will find a way to help us. I promise, we’ll get out of here with Trevor and start a new life far away from those humans who hate us now.

Replicant Stacy G: Okay

The mother and daughter hug. The scene then cuts to a now Peaches n Cream Shlorpian Janice getting fired from the Rake Company as she screams upon getting thrown out.

Rake Company Boss: AND STAY OUT!

Shlorpian Janice: H’no I don’t wanna be a burden y’know.

The scene then cuts to Phoebe, now a teal Shlorpian, getting groceries until a mean customer insults her.

Customer: GET LOST, FREAK!

Shlorpian Phoebe: Excuse me?! What did you say? Punk?!

Customer: Jesus you extraterrestrial bumpkin! Go back to Uranus!

Shlorpian Phoebe growls

Shlorpian Phoebe: I’m sorry. *furiously walks up to the customer* THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME, JACKASS?!

Customer: I said go back to Uranus!

Shlorpian Phoebe screams in fury and gets into a fight with the customer. Then, a few seconds later, Shlorpian Phoebe throws the customer out of the marker.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Asshole!

The scene the cuts to Randall, now a white Shlorpian opening his empanada stand until people got freaked out by his new form.

Hannah: Aw dude, you look hideous!

Shlorpian Randall: What? No I'm not. I'm fine.

Rick: Aw dude! You look a freak! Just like the Solar Opposites!

Randall gasps

Shlorpian Randall: Hey! Those are my friends, you jerks! Leave them out of this! They helped change me and my life for the better after Halloween!

Wallace: Well no way jośe! No more empanada from an alien!

Customers: *booing as they throw empanadas at Shlorpian Randall*

Shlorpian Randall leaves while sobbing. Meanwhile, Principal Cooke, now a red Shlorpian, is at a bar, drowning his sorrows in drinks while getting drunk as the customers stare at him.

Shlorpian Cooke: *drunkly* What are you looking at?

Bartender: *nervously* Uh, nothing, sir. It's just that you're a-

Shlorpian Cooke: *drinking a margarita* I’m fine you shitbags! You don’t know my life you bitches!

Bartender: Very well.

Bar Customer: *whispering to his friend which Shlorpian Cooke overhears* Geez, what a red loser.

Shlorpian Cooke: WHO SAID THAT?!

The bar falls silent as Shlorpian Cooke smashes a glass bottle.

Shlorpian Cooke: YOU FUCKERS WANT A FUCKING PIECE OF ME?!

Bartender: Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to-

Shlorpian Cooke throws a bottle at the bartender who helps as he ducks as the bottle shatters. Then, the customers starts to pummel on Shlorpian Cooke who punches and kicks them which led to a bar fight. The scene cuts to Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse and Sonya walking until they heard the bar fight. The three siblings open the door and gasp upon seeing Shlorpian Cooke fighting some bar customers.

Human Yumyulack: Holy shit!

Human Jesse: Aw jeez! Principal Cooke had started a bar fight!

Sonya: PRINCIPAL COOKE! COME HERE NOW!

The human Replicants and Sonya grabs Shlorpian Cooke while dodging some fighting bar customers as they ran out of the door while Human Jesse yanks Shlorpian Cooke on the ear.

Shlorpian Cooke: Ow ow ow ow ow!

Human Jesse: You are coming with us!

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Frankie meeting up with Shlorpian Randall and a now Shlorpian Jamie and Darcy and Kevin.

Shlorpian Frankie: Sorry I was late. I had a court day.

Shlorpian Darcy: Court day? What happened?

Shlorpian Randall: Oh no worries! I saw her getting arrested for calling the judge a bitch, a big-ass bitch and nothing but a bitch!

Shlorpian Frankie: She couldn’t hand the fact that she literally sucks! Fat! Shit! Now I gotta wear this everywhere! *shows them a tracking device* Plus, I’m in a boat load of debts because people have been using my social security number to take out loans!

Shlorpian Randall: Things haven’t been going well for either. Everyone ignores me now that I’m an alien. At least when I was human, I was being notice.

Shlorpian Darcy: *sigh* Man, this being alien stuff is the pits!

Shlorpian Jamie: I know what you mean. I try to change my name into something else to stand out. But there’s already someone with the nickname! So now everyone calls me J.J!

Shlorpian Darcy: I don't think it's bad.

Shlorpian Kevin: *coming by* Holy geez, is that Cooke?

The Shlorpians then sees Shlorpian Cooke getting carried by Human Yumyulack and Human Jesse while being injuries and beaten up while Sonya walks with them.

Shlorpian Cooke: *weakly* Hey. Guys. It’s great to see you.

Shlorpian Frankie: Oh my God. Honey, what happened to you?!

Shlorpian Cooke: What do you mean? I’ve been thriving. *coughs up vomit* Oooh, the wound’s open again, but in other case, everything’s all good. So yeah.

Shlorpian Frankie: Honey…

Human Jesse: Right...

Shlorpian Cooke: Okay fine! The last few four months have been hell! Everyone hates us now! We can’t live here anymore!

Shlorpian Louise: Aw man. Cooke is right guys.

Human Yumyulack: We don't even know how you guys became Shlorpians in the first place!

Shlorpian Kevin: Ugh! Not anymore! We’re not safe here!

Human Jesse: We'll take you to Korvo. He can help.

Shlorpian Cooke: We know how. It’s because that crazy woman was brought back to life somehow and she stole your DNA samples.

Shlorpain Frankie: Then it’s settled! *throws her chair* We’re going to Korvo so he can help us!

Shlorpian Darcy: But isn’t Korvo pissed off at us?

Shlorpain Cooke: Are you kidding? He’s gonna gush his robe when he sees us!

Shlorpian Randall: Just imagine how desperate he has become to find a way to help us leave!

Replicant Stacy G: Poor Korvo. I hope he somehow held it together.

Then the scene cuts to the house.

Shlorpian Cooke: What the hell?! Where’s the ship?!

Human Yumyulack: I don't know! It was here when we left!

Human Jesse: Uh guys, what’s with all the dogs?

The gang comes in and sees dogs jumping on each other while Human Terry and Human Pupa are in pimp costumes counting money.

Shlorpian Frankie: *screaming as a dog takes of her device*

Shlorpian Phoebe: Oh for goodness sake’s.

Human Yumyulack: For Christ’s sake Terry!

Security Guard: Hey! No Humans and aliens allowed! I keep telling you! This is a brothel for dogs!

Human Terry: Oh! Hey, kids! You're home early.

The mound spider appears and starts sucking on the guard.

Shlorpian Cooke: We Can’t Stay On Earth Anymore! You gotta help us get out of here! We gotta leave this planet!

Human Terry: What? Why?

Shlorpian Frankie: Every human hates us now more than ever! We can’t live here on our home planet anymore!

Shlorpian Trevor: Please Terry! If you really love your family, do you know where Korvo is?!

Human Terry gasp in horror.

Human Terry: I know where he is...

Shlorpian Cooke: What where?!

Human Terry: I don’t know! He never came home last night!

Shlorpian Frankie: Then what happened?!

Human Terry: I don’t know! He said he was at some night club! Why would he go there?!

Shlorpian Darcy: Then that's where we're going!

A few minutes later, the gang and Shlorpians arrived at The Smokeshow House.

Human Terry: This is the place.

Human Jesse: Whoa! What is this place?

Waitress: The Smokeshow House. The ultimate night club for the grooviest sexiest boner people alive.

Shlorpian Jamie: I believe you are describing me.

Human Terry: What the hell’s Korvo doing at a place like this?

Human Jesse: Maybe he turn into human and he’s like a busboy or something.

Human Yumyulack: Maybe the cool people took shit on him for fun. I heard that happens to people. It never happened to me. *laughs nervously*

Shlorpian Frankie: But, do you even know what he looks like now if he really turned human?

Human Terry gasp in horror.

Human Terry: N-no…

Human Terry starts weeping as the kids comfort him.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Aw Terry, don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll find him.

Human Jesse: Yeah. Once we find Korvo, we'll-

Suddenly, Human Terry notices a human with a familiar crystal on his shirt.

Human Terry: Why have I seen that crystal before?

Human Terry looks at the gorgeous human man, who glance him with an annoyed look and then, Human Terry finally recognize him.

Human Terry: Korvo! We found him!

Shlorpian Cooke: *drops a glass of champagne* Korvo?

Shlorpian Phoebe: He's turned into the most gorgeous human I've ever seen!

Human Yumyulack: Korvo! Korvo!

The human Solars and Shlorpians go up to Human Korvo.

Human Korvo: Uh, can I help you?

Human Terry: Korvo, listen! We can’t live on this Earth anymore. Our human friends are being hated by the whole town now! We got to leave Earth AS immediately if we ever want to help them start a new life!

Human Korvo: I'm sorry. I don't know who you are.

All: What?!

Human Jesse: But remember what you said? “Being Shlorpians is what we are!”

Human Korvo: I never said that.

Human Terry: Korv, c'mon. It's me, your husband.

Human Korvo: Ugh! Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?!

Human Yumyulack: Come on Korvo, you’re being a total jackass right now!

Human Korvo: Will you stop it?! I don't know who any of you shitheads are! Now leave me the fuck alone!

Man: Hey K, do you know these guys?

Human Korvo: They were just leaving!

Human Terry: No! We're not! *takes Korvo's arm* You are coming with us! Now!

Human Korvo squeals in horror and slaps Human Terry in the face. Human Terry gasps and tears up.

Shlorpain Frankie: Oh shit! Guys, group huddle.

The gang huddles.

Human Yumyulack: Okay guys, we have a big problem. Korvo has lost his marbles.

Human Jesse: I know. It's doesn't make any...*gasps in realization* Oh my gosh.

Human Terry: *rubbing his face from the painful slap* Wow. If I was that hot, I would not want to look back on my family. I lost the second love of my life to a stuffed crest pizza behind Pizza Hut.

Human Jesse: Guys, do you think Korvo might have amnesia?

Shlorpian Darcy: Huh? Maybe. I don’t know.

Human Terry growls in anger.

Human Yumyulack: Easy Terry. I think Jesse might be right. Korvo must’ve suffer amnesia when he was busy trying to find the person who did this to our friends.

Human Terry: FUCK!

Shlorpian Cooke: Yeah. Maybe that’s how he couldn’t recognize you.

Shlorpian Jamie: But how do we get him back?

Human Terry starts breathing in and out as he sheds tears.

Shlorpian Jamie: But how do we get him back? *looks at Human Terry in concern*

Sonya: *skin suddenly turns robin’s eggs blue* You okay daddy?

Human Terry snaps and punches a wall in anger.

Human Terry: FUCK! *Human Korvo backs away slowly*

Human Korvo: You okay, pal?

Luckily, Shlorpian Frankie has an idea as she gets out a pea shooter and puts a dart in it. She aims at Human Korvo, who shrugs and went back to drinking his champagne, only to get hit by the dart and falls down unconscious. Human Terry looks down at Human Korvo while angrily breathing heavily with tears in his eyes.

Human Jesse: Terry! Easy! Calm down! It’s okay! Korvo is knocked out! Let’s get out of here!

Human Terry: Ugh! Fine!

Human Yumyulack: Terry? What’s wrong?

Shlorpian Cooke: Yeah. I’m sure we can find a way to get your husband’s memory back once we find the ship!

Human Terry: But what if we can't?!

Shlorpian Phoebe puts a hand on Human Terry.

Shlorpian Phoebe: We'll figure something out. I promise.

Human Terry: But-

Shlorpian Phoebe: Of course we can. Look I know you love Earth, but now everyone hates us more than ever. We have to leave now. Please, if you really love Korvo, you must do the right thing. And that is leaving Earth. For good.

Human Terry: Okay. But I wanna go with Korvo...I love him.

Shlorpian Phoebe smiles.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Of course we will. *finds the ship on the tracker* Holy shit! It’s in Las Vegas! Come on!

A few hours later, the gang finds the ship turned into a blimp.

Human Yumyulack: Guys! The ship!

Human Terry picks up Human Korvo.

Human Terry: Hang on there Korvy…

The gang heads to the ship and luckily Phoebe kicks the door with her foot as the door opens.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Alright y’all! Let’s get the fuck out of here!

The gang heads into the ship. Then, Human Korvo wakes up while rubbing his head. Then, the gang hears the Vegas Corporation Security Guard yelling at them from outside.

Vegas Coperation Security Guard: Hey! You’re not allowed here!

Human Terry: Oh shit!

Human Korvo: Wh-what happened? What am I doing in Vegas? How did I get on the ship?!

Human Yumyulack: Hurry guys! We have to leave now!

Human Korvo: Leave? What do you mean?

Human Jesse: We have to get out of here! Everyone hates our friends and want them off of Earth!

Sonya: Us also!

Human Korvo: Then what are we waiting for?! We gotta get fucking moving!

Human Terry gasp as he shed tears of joy.

Human Terry: Korvy! You remember!

Human Korvo: What? Okay. Can someone please tell me what-

Human Terry: Long story! You turn into a gorgeous human, then lost your memories turn you into a jerk and you lost your marbles! Now let’s fly!

Human Korvo: Okay?

Human Terry: Oh! And I almost forgot!

Human Terry surprises Human Korvo by kissing him on the lips.

Human Korvo: *giggles as he turns back into his Shlorpian self*

Human Terry gasps in shock.

Human Terry: Whoa! How did you turn back!

Korvo looks around his body and gasps.

Korvo: Oh my God! I’m me again! I guess we have develop some kind of shape shifting ability.

Human Terry: Wait. Does that mean I can do it too?

Then, Terry, Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa turn back into their normal selves.

Jesse: Yay! We’re Shlorpians again!

Yumyulack hugs the Pupa. But then, they heard a loud thump which made they scream little and made them realize they must leave now.

Korvo: Quick! Let’s get the fuck outta here!

Jesse: AISHA, get us off this planet! Hurry!

AISHA: On it!

AISHA activates the launch sequence as the ship flies into the space and the gang cheers.

Korvo: Yes! *to Terry* I love you, baby.

Korvo romatically twirls Terry around.

Terry: *whistles lovingly*

Korvo and Terry make out while moaning lovingly.

Yumyulack: I'm gonna throw up.

Shlorpian Randall: Isn't it romantic?

Suddenly, the gang hears grunting and it turns out be Shlorpian Janice along with Kevin and his family, Cheery, Naomi and Alice, who are now Shlorpians as they fall out as they scream and landed on the floor as they groan.

Terry: Cheery!

Shlorpian Cheery: Terry?

Korvo: Janice?

Janice: H'no, hello Korvo, y'know?

Shlorpian Kevin: Hey guys. Sorry I was late. I was picking up my family.

Shlorpian Naomi: Hey guys.

Jesse: Hey, Naomi!

Korvo: Naomi! You too?! *notices Shlorpian Alice* Wait, who’s that?

Shlorpian Alice: H-Hello. I'm Alice. A pleasure to meet you.

The Pupa recognizes Alice from “The Super Gooblers”

Pupa: Maid lady!

Korvo: Wait. Pupa, you know her?

Pupa shows him the video he made from the “Super Gooblers” episode.

Brandy: *on video* I want to be a better person…

Korvo smiles tearfully.

Korvo: *hugs Pupa* Bravo Pupa! I am so proud of you!

Pupa giggles.

Alice: Wait. You’re that strange creature Brandy has been talking to me about.

Pupa: Yep!

Suddenly, Korvo turns back into a human, much to his surprise and confusion.

Human Korvo: Huh?

Jesse: Holy jeez you turned back into a human Korvo. I thought you said this was permanent. *Human Korvo is looking at space in shock and confusion* Uh Korvo?

Terry: Korv? You okay?

Human Korvo: *groans in frustration* I don’t understand. I thought this transformation was permanent! How is this is even possible?!

Terry: *puts a hand on Human Korvo's shoulder* Hey. It's okay. Just calm down.

Jesse: Yeah. To be honest, you were right. Being human can sometimes be hard.

Yumyulack: No offense guys.

Shlorpian Cooke: Eh, none taken. Our lives as humans are pretty tough.

Shlorpian Frankie: None taken.

Human Korvo: I-I was? I don’t know what to say. I guess that’s true.

Terry: Yeah, well you’re like hot leader now. And hot leaders are the best.

Human Korvo blushes and smiles. Terry smiles and plays with Human Korvo's hair

Human Korvo: It’s true. I’m sorry for how I acted. I clearly had hot guy brain taken control of me. Now that we got off the planet, I’m so glad you came to rescue me.

Terry: Anytime. Now come here.

After Terry, Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa shapeshift into their human forms, the family then gets in a group hug while their friends join in.

Human Korvo: So...so what happens now?

Shlorpian Frankie: Korvo, you sure we’ll find a way to turn us back?

Human Korvo grows determined.

Human Korvo: I will. Don't worry!

Then, he makes a plan.

Human Korvo: Now don’t you worry. We’ll find a way to turn you all back into humans. We’ll go live on Earth-4. It’ll be the perfect new home for us until we can turn you all back to normal.

Shlorpian Cooke: Sounds good to me!

After the Solars turn back into their normal Shlorpian selves, the family and their friends travel around the galaxy until they’ve finally found Earth-4. The gang landed on another house as they head outside but the Solars have shapeshifter into their human forms, much to their friends’ confusion.

Shlorpian Naomi: What are you doing?

Human Korvo: Oh I thought these forms might help us blend in better on Earth-4. It is getting dangerous y’know.

Human Terry: *laughs* Yep.

Then, an Earth-4 pedestrian passes by.

Earth-4 Pedestrian: Fuck you humans! Go back to where you came from!

Shlorpian Phoebe gets enraged and grabs the pedestrian.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Get. Lost.

Shlorpian Phoebe punch the pedestrian in the teeth and face as he drives him in fear.

Earth-4 Pedestrian: Uh, what I meant to say was welcome to Earth-4!

The pedestrian drives away in fear as Human Korvo gives him the middle finger.

Human Korvo: Fuck you! You people are stupid and confusing!

Human Jesse: Well, this should be interesting. *laughs*

Shlorpian Frankie: Aw jeez.

The scene cuts to Korvo moaning as Terry comes him and kisses him on the cheek while heading to the bathroom.

Terry: How you feeling, big guy?

Korvo: *moaning in overwhelmed* Oh fine.

Terry: Are you sure?

Korvo nods.

Terry: Okay. I’ll be in the bathroom. Love you.

Korvo: Love you too.

Terry leaves and Korvo lies down on the bed

Korvo: *moans as his eyes glow aquamarine*

Then, he starts growling. Korvo then gets a headache as he screams in pain.

Korvo: FUUUUUUUUUUCK!

Korvo then grows fangs while his skin turns black and he starts growing bigger and muscular. Terry comes in and gasps.

Terry: Korvy?

Korvo gets wings and horns as he roars

Terry: *blushing* Holy fuck… you got buff.

Monster Korvo: Don't. Don't look at me.

Monster Korvo whimpers but to his surprise, Terry is amoured by his appearance.

Terry: Tell you what, I'm surprised you never showed me this earlier.

Monster Korvo: *blushing embarrassingly* Well, to be honest, it’s my lifesource since I was a Replicant, it’s been running in my family for generations. I was worry on how you would react…

Terry gasps in shock.

Terry: Do you mind if you, uh...told me more? It's okay if you don't wanna.

Monster Korvo: Oh I’m actually half Super Shlorpian. It’s been running this family ever since my ancestor Koran made a blessing in order to protect his family from bandits and protects the villagers. It passed on to the family when a Replicant turns 13

Terry: Wow...

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yeah. But it feels like a curse...

Terry: Aw… Korvy, why do you think that?

Super Shlorpian Korvo starts weeping

Terry: Oh Korvy…

Terry kisses Super Shlorpian Korvo on the cheek

Terry: Can you please tell me why you think it’s a curse?

Super Shlorpian Korvo sighs

Super Shlorpian Korvo: When I was a Replicant, I was blessed with this after my 13-Birth-A-Day in my sleep.

A flashback plays. Replicant Korvo was walking while carrying books until he starts to feel sick.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voiceover* I started to feel sick. So, I decided to head home that day.

Replicant Korvo made it home as he starts moaning and then notices his skin turning black as he starts having a panic attack.

Replicant Korvo: What's happening to me?!

Replicant Korvo then grows bigger and muscular as he rips apart his robe into pieces. Then, his horns pop out from his head and his wings pop out from his back as he roars.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voiceover* After my first transformation, a lot of Shlorpians saw it and grow afraid of me.

Pink Replicant Shlorpian: WHAT IS THAT THING?!

Yellow Replicant Shlorpian: HOLY SHIT! A MONSTER!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voiceover* I...didn't know what to do so...

Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo grows afraid as the Replicants throws stuff at him as his anger overcomes as he roars.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voiceover* I snapped.

Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo roars as he slashed another Shlorpian, which made the other Replicants run away. Scared, Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo flies back home while roaring.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: So when I got home, you remember my older sister Janiz? The one I was telling you about? *Terry nods* she calm down and I vow to not transform again because of my fear of hurting you guys… so I made pills to help control myself, which is also why I have thin skin.

Terry: What happened to Janiz?

Super Shlorpian Korvo snaps

Super Shlorpian Korvo: SHE DIDN’T MAKE IT!

Terry: *gasp* Oh Korvy… I am so sorry…

Super Shlorpian Korvo sighs

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voice breaking* It’s just that Janiz didn’t have an evacuation partner and… when I found out… *starts crying* I was so heartbroken! I want my sister! I want her! I WANT HER! *punches a wall as he breaks down in tears*

Terry gasps. Super Shlorpian Korvo breaks down in tears as Terry soothes him.

Terry: Hey… Shh… shh… it’s okay… I’m here…

Super Shlorpian Korvo continues crying. Terry then has an idea.

Cue “Beautiful” from Zac Nelson

[TERRY]

You should change your name to laughter

You bring joy to every room

Other voices vanish after hearing such a lovely tune

In a world that′s so imperfect

Every word you say is music

You should change your name to beautiful

You should change your name to pity

You make tears impossible

Wish that I could have you with me every time I fall

In a world that's so imperfect

I know you will try to fix it

You should change your name to beautiful

I don′t think you'd mind it if I change your name to something new

Would you think it childish if I change my name to 'I love you′?

We both have a love so perfect

I would never want to hurt it

You should change your name to beautiful In a world that′s so imperfect

Every word you say is music

You should change your name to beautiful (you should change your name to beautiful)

You should change your name to beautiful

The song as Super Shlorpian Korvo purrs and falls asleep on his bed. Terry smiles and kiss Super Shlorpian Korvo on the forehead.

Terry: Sleep well, baby. Would it be okay if I sleep on the couch.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: No. I want you to stay. I love you.

Terry smiles.

Terry: I love you too.

Super Shlorpian Korvo turns back into his normal Shlorpian form as Terry gasps

Terry: Korvy! You’re you! *lifts Korvo up as they both cry tears of joy*

Korvo: I know! *laughs*

The two husbands embrace in a kiss as they starts to fall asleep.

Korvo: Sweet dreams my love…

Terry: Sweet dreams my beautiful Korvy…

Korvo giggles. The two alien husbands fell asleep. The next day, the Solars and their friends head out of the house and watch the sunrise, now ready for anything.

Korvo: Guys, this is might be a new start for us.

Jesse: Hell yeah!

The Solars and their friends look at the sunrise, awaiting for new adventures.

THE END