#my light in ever present darkness 😊

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day 7: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYGORL 🎂💙💙💙

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Best Thing I’ll Ever Do - Lio x Savannah (Part 4)

ICYMI: Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3

A/N: The way you all are not gonna recognize Lio in this AT ALL. Ah, I am so proud of him! He is sooooo good for Sav in these moments. So strong, dependable, the voice of reason when she needs him to be, and how he loves her so throughly. AH! I cannot wait to hear your thoughts! Enjoy 😊

Word count: 4.4k

November’s date night has been an absolute dream. Savannah feels like she is floating from being swept off her feet by her husband. He planned every minute perfectly. She feels so loved and understood by him when he adds in details she mentions in passing- like the new restaurant she showed him on Instagram that he booked reservations for tonight. Or the way he remembered that she specifically wanted their viral dessert, so he called ahead to make sure they saved one for them. 

In the darkness of the car, Lio holds her hand on his right thigh. He flicks the blinker up, signaling as he exits the freeway to wind through their neighborhood. Savannah leans forward, running her right hand along Lio’s chest. She cups his neck, pressing her lips into the opposite side of his throat. Her teeth nibble in places as she works her way down to the sweet spot in the crook of his shoulder. Lio sighs, removing his hand from hers to glide up her thigh. 

Savannah opens her eyes, kissing along his jaw bone. When he gets to a red light, Lio turns, grabbing her face so he can kiss her deeply.

“Mmm.” She sighs into their kiss. 

The light changes and Lio begrudgingly lets go of her chin to keep driving them home. Her lips go back to his throat, working it over while her hand drifts down to cup his hard cock. Lio’s fingers work under the skirt of her dress, palming her ass as she turns onto one hip. He kneads his fingers into her bare cheek, making Savannah moan into his skin. 

“Drive faster.” She requests breathlessly. “Need you in my mouth.” She undoes his Prada belt, keeping her lips pressed on his warm, pink skin, then she follows her hands down. 

“Baby.” Lio groans, squeezing her ass tighter as she kisses his erection over his pants. 

“Hurry, Lee.” 

“We’re home.” He tells her, tossing the car in park.

Savannah squeals as Lio unclips her seatbelt. She falls face first into his lap while he laughs, hand coming to the back of her head to hold her there for a moment. He presses up into her mouth then releases her with a slap of her ass.

“That’s for teasing me.” Savannah sits up, flipping her hair back and biting her lip.

“You should make me pay for that inside.” Lio’s smiles softly, holding her cheek again. 

“Kinda wanted to make love to you tonight.” Savannah’s lower lip immediately pushes out in a pout. 

“Lio Meier is a make love kinda guy. Hell froze over!” She exclaims, leaning forward to kiss him deeply. She drapes an arm across his shoulders, running her fingers through his hair.

“I’ll be making love to you forever, beautiful.”

“Mmm, I know.” She confirms, then kisses him again. “Let’s go!” She bounces on her knees, them untucks her legs to get out of the car.

“Wait for me.” Lio requests. He gets out of the car, walking around to her door. He opens it, then presents his hand for her to use to get out. Her heels click on the sidewalk as she stands proudly next to him. He shuts the door, then wraps an arm around her waist, leading her securely to their front door. 

Once inside, Lio grabs Savannah’s purse, putting it on the entry way table so he can work her jacket down her arms. He places it in the closet while she steps out of her shoes. After his coat is hung as well, they walk together to the stairs, climbing them side by side to their bedroom. 

Savannah gathers her blonde hair up into a makeshift pony tail for Lio’s fingers to work her zipper down her back. One slim strap after the other falls down her shoulders. Lio pulls her back by her stomach into his hard shaft, grinding it into her ass. Savannah sighs, reaching around to hold him there. Her head falls to the side as Lio’s lips brush along her shoulder.

Lio moves his leg forward, encouraging her to step towards the bed. Then his hands on her hips turn her in his grasp. He kisses the front of her shoulder, then down to the swell of her left breast. He bites her there, savoring the redness of her skin under his touch. Lio forces the dress the rest of the way down her body so it pools at their feet. Eager fingers come to Lio’s shirt tucked into his pants, pulling it out and working his belt apart. Lio scoops up Savannah’s breasts in his hands, gently thumbing her nipples into hard peaks. Her head falls forward, caught by Lio’s chest as he smirks into her hair. 

“Lay down, baby.” He whispers, nudging her backwards until her knees hit the side of their bed. Savannah complies, spreading her legs for Lio to follow her down to the mattress. He hooks one of her knees around his hip while they kiss, grinding his bulge into the wetness of her core.

Little whimpers drop from Savannah’s mouth as Lio works his lips around one of her nipples. Shivers of pleasure dash down her arms, collecting in her clit until it pulses, calling for Lio to shift his attention south. She grabs his hand, moving it from next to her hip to her core, pressing his fingers deeper into her folds. Lio moves her panties to the side, stroking the tips of his fingers through her wetness until she bucks up into his hand. Lio pulls back, raking his blue eyes over her face as he gives her the tight circles she needs. His eyes are feral, passionate, like the look of her below him by it’s self is enough for him to finish. She moans his name breathlessly. 

“Babe, I want you inside of me.” She pleads, running her fingers down his arms.

“Patience, beautiful. I’ll be worth the wait.” He mumbles next to her belly button as he continues to kiss down her body.

“Oh!” She gasps, gripping the sheets next to her hips as Lio strokes his tongue up her slit. “Wow.” She continues, spreading her legs wider for him as he settles on his knees off the bed. He pulls her down to his mouth, rolling his tongue up from her entrance to her clit. Her hand drifts down to her thigh, asking for his hand. He slides his fingers into hers, rubbing his thumb along her pointer finger as his mouth continues to work her over.

His lips hold over her clit, lightly suctioning her into his mouth, savoring the sharp inhale of her breath. He knows she’s loving this, but of course she has to tell him too.

“Oh, that feels so good.” She cries, fading off with a moan as he goes in for another lap with his tongue. Her muscles clench, collapsing around an uninvited emptiness. Savannah reaches down, stroking his cheek with her hand as she curls her knees up closer to her chest. 

“Lay still.” Lio murmurs, knowing she is adjusting for her release. “I’ll give you what you need.” He assures her. Because he can now, especially this way. Lio glides her legs back to where they were, but resting his middle finger at her opening. In tandem with his mouth, the finger glides into her wet heat. “Ohmygod.” Savannah sighs immediately. Lio grins into her folds. She’s gonna be a wreck for him in under a minute. 

Synchronized strokes of her entire pussy have Savannah trembling hard on the bed. Lio builds and builds the tempo and pressure exactly as she taught him. Her fingers fist their expensive sheets as her mind goes blank, only capable of following every stroke of her husband’s tongue through her slit. White explosions blast along her eyelids as she comes loudly and wetly into Lio’s mouth. He slurps her up greedily, whimpering at her taste coasting his tongue. 

“Mmmm, baby.” He moans. “Taste so good tonight. Never wanna leave this pussy.”

“Yeah?” Savannah asks, watching with lowered lids as he kisses along her pubic bone, nuzzling his nose into her short hairs there. 

“Yeah. Fucking love how you taste for me.” He compliments, then drags his coated fingers along his tongue, groaning at the taste on his tongue. 

Savannah’s eyes close in pure ecstasy. Fuck, he drives her wild. 

“You’ve been such a good girl for me.”

“Yeah.” She snaps, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him forward. Lio chuckles at her eagerness. “Reward me.” She smiles coyly as she says it. 

Lio shoves his pants and boxer briefs down his thighs, gripping his cock in his hand as he steps out of his clothes. Savannah’s blue eyes drink in the sight of him, strong muscles, gorgeous thick lines coming to a V where he seeps at the tip for her. 

“I love you.” He murmurs, smiling cutely, eating up her mouth as he leans over her. Savannah cups his face, kissing him deeply as his swollen head meets her core. 

“I love you more.” She mumbles. He grins into their kiss, then pushes in, biting her bottom lip when he reaches the hilt. Savannah pants into Lio’s open mouth, collecting his tongue with hers. “Fuck, you feel like heaven.” 

“Made for me, baby.” He compliments her. 

Lio gathers her knees by hooking them in his elbows, working her legs up to create the positioning she loves. Savannah moans loudly, wetness filling the room with each of Lio’s pumps into her. 

“I love you so much, Savannah.” He pulls her tighter into his chest, not letting her move at all as he fucks deep inside of her. Her head bobs back, hair tickling his forearms.

“You’ve helped me become a better man. Better partner. Better brother. Better son.” His lips collect her needy gasps. After each comment, his thrusts began to increase, until the bed squeaks in protest beneath their bodies.

“Better everything. I don’t know who I would be without you. I’m glad I’ll never know.” He feels her begin to shake in his hands as he fills her need and desire to be more than just a body to him. She’s the complete package and he wants her to know it tonight. Sure, they’re married and she should know. But Lio didn’t go through losing her to leave anything to chance.

“I’m never leaving your side. You and me forever, baby. No one else.” He assures her, collecting her moans as she comes hard around him. Her walls concave into his cock, ripping the orgasm out of him quickly with his persistent pumps into her. 

Lio kisses all along her face and upper body as they both come down from their highs. Then he slides out of her, rolling her to her side so he can continue to kiss and love on her. He holds her breasts, kissing them too in a worshipping way, then back up her body. He works them both back up before he throws her leg over this hips, driving into her and fucking his cum deeper inside of her, just to fill her back up again. 

When they finish their second round, they both begin to drift to sleep, wrapped in each other. Lio has her crushed into his chest, buried under the blankets except for her nose and eyes. His gentle snores make her face rise and fall on his chest. He twitches slightly in his sleep, then pulls her tighter still. 

Savannah smiles into his warm skin, then kisses his chest. She feels Lio’s seed creating a sticky mess between her thighs. She crosses her legs, keeping what she can inside of her and off the bed. 

By morning, it will all have leaked between her thighs, but she doesn’t think twice about the consequences of what is inside of her. 

- - - 

Deep under her duvet, Savannah Meier bites her tongue as another wave of nausea threatens her stomach. She places her palm over it, willing everything inside of her to settle down. She already had to cancel all her meetings today and lunch with Liv, who was in from California. The last thing she wants is to create more work her weak body can’t do by throwing up in this bed. 

“Baby I’m home!” Lio calls out after the front door shuts. He is returning from team meetings. “How you doing?” He asks, voice getting closer with his hard footsteps on the floor.

“Shitty.” She moans.

“Oh, baby.” He whines, pouting at her. “What are we gonna do with you? Should we just let you die like this?”

“Yeah.” She whimpers.

“Well, I can’t live without you, so I’m gonna have to go first somehow.”

“Your brothers would probably do it for you.” Lio laughs.

“I could outrun those little shits.”

“You’re supposed to want to die.” She reminds him.

“Oh…” He pauses, rubbing her thigh over the blanket. “Yeah. Maybe Connor instead. He would make it quick out of respect.”

Despite her current circumstances, Savannah chuckles then groans.

“Ugh my boobs hurt so bad too.” 

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well. Can I get you anything?”

“No, I just want to lay here by myself.” 

“Okay.” He kisses her. “I’ll be in the living room if you need anything.” 

The rest of the day, Savannah drifts in and out of sleep. She requests ginger ale from Lio, who happily complies and brings in some Crunchmaster crackers for her to snack on if she needs. The combination of the two help, allowing Savannah to take a three hour nap. When she wakes, it’s because Lio is coming in to check on her.

“Babe, it's around dinner time. I was thinking of getting some soup from the corner. Is that all you want, or a sandwich too?”

“Just soup.” She moans. “Do we have any tums?”

“Yeah, I’ll grab some for you.” He walks into their bathroom, rummaging through the drawers for the medicine she requested.  “Um, babe?” Lio says, grabbing the unopened box of tampons from her side of the bathroom. “Are you late?” He asks. Savannah tilts her head at him. They had to make a special trip to buy that box on the way home from a game in preparing for the following days. But now the same box sits there as purchased.

“No… well… I guess a little, maybe?”

“You’re usually never late.” He murmurs, confused.

Although most men probably aren’t in sync with their wives cycles, Lio has become accustom over the years in his support of Savannah’s journey, including having access to her period app she used to track everything in the midst of all her changes with the specialist. She gropes for her phone on the nightstand to pull it up. The app immediately gives her a notification that she may be late, or reminds her to put in her last period. She pauses. This is weird. 

“Why would I be late…?” She trails off, mostly speaking to herself. She nibbles her bottom lip, then looks up at Lio. He raises his eyebrows at her. “What?”

“No reason you could possibly be late?” He trails off.

“Lio, I’m not pregnant.” She rolls her eyes. “Can’t. We’ve been over this.” 

“You have always said can’t…. The doctors never said can’t…” He reminds her. He is trying to be gentle, but Savannah feels anger bubble up in her chest. 

“Okay.” She snaps. She flips her blonde, disheveled hair over her shoulder. 

“Don’t get upset. It is reasonable.”

“No, it’s not.” She scoffs at him. “And I’m allowed to not like that you’re bringing it up as an option.” Lio backs off. 

“Okay, I’m sorry. You’re right. That may be coming off hurtful, but it’s not my intention. I’m sure it will come.” 

But it doesn’t. So when Savannah is over 14 days late while still refusing to take a pregnancy test, Lio takes matters into his own hands. He comes home from practice with a Target bag. He puts it on the counter, pulling out refills of hand soap, a few chocolate bars requested from his wife, her face wash and two different brands of pregnancy tests. Savannah’s mouth starts to open in protest. 

“Before you jump down my throat.” He holds his hands up in a truce. “Go take it. If it’s negative, then fine we know. But this…” He gestures to her overall avoiding disposition. “Is not working for me.” 

“Lio.” Savannah sighs, rubbing at her forehead. “I have Endo, have been told my whole life having kids is likely impossible, and I’m on birth control pills.” She shakes her head. “This is going to be negative.”

“Okay. Go be right then and take the test.” He shoves them towards her. She looks down at them, already having the sinking feeling of being mocked by the pictured two blue lines she won’t be seeing in three minutes. 

Savannah is right. She doesn’t see the two blue lines in three minutes. She sees them in twenty seconds. She is so in shock, she doesn’t even stop the timer on her phone. She blinks, then raises her gaze to her reflection in the mirror. Her mouth is gaped open, face white as ash, as she brings the pregnancy test up to eye level. 

This can’t be right. 

Savannah rips open the remaining tests in both boxes dipping them in the cup she peed into to control the testing process.

“Oh my god!” She yells when they all light up quickly. “Lio!” 

Lio comes running into the bedroom as she rips open the bathroom door. 

“I’m dying! I have cancer! They’re all positive! All four of them! Like immediately positive!” Lio’s look of concern drops and he blankly stares at Savannah, blinking rapidly as he tries to formulate a response.

“Babe.” He says very tenderly. He steps forward, gripping the tops of her arms. “You have four positive pregnancy tests on the counter in there?” She nods, tears racing down her cheeks as she begins to shake. “And you’re late?” He pauses, moving his hands up to cup her cheeks. “And you’ve been sick?” He licks his lips, voice beginning to shake a bit. “And your boobs hurt?” He laughs gently. “Baby, I think you’re pregnant.”

“No.” She says immediately.

“Okay, maybe this is ah, just um, a…” He trails off, swallowing hard because he too is kind of freaking out, in a really good way, and he wishes Savannah was feeling any sort of joy from this. “Maybe you’re just trying to protect yourself right now. But we should try to think what’s more likely.”

“I’m not.” She says, swallowing hard. “I’m- I’m seriously Lio, I’m not.” She shakes her head. Lio collects her into his chest.

“Let’s go be sure, okay? I’ll call Dr. Barnes.” 

Dr. Barnes isn’t in until the next morning, but the clinic squeezes Savannah in right away at 8:00am. She pees in a cup and gets blood work drawn, then returns to the room they placed her in when her and Lio arrived. Lio waits in a chair opposite the door, standing to help her up onto the exam table. Neither of them talk, unable to move forward in any sense of the way until the doctor comes in with answers. 

A knock sounds at the door, breaking Lio and Savannah’s silence.

“Hi. Good morning to you both.” Dr. Barnes comes in with a polite smile. She shuts the door, then goes over to sit down on the stool. “Well, we don’t always get to have exciting moments like this. But yes, you are pregnant, Savannah.” Dr. Barnes lets her words sink in the air. Then clears her throat at the lack of response from them both. “I am sure this is a shock. But I figured, since you’re here, we can do an ultrasound and give you a visual. It can be helpful in processing this surprising news.”

“I…” Savannah’s mouth hangs open. Her heartbeats so hard and fast in her chest, she is sure the doctor and Lio can hear it. Lio. Oh my god. Lio Meier who doesn’t want babies is now going to be a father. A lightheaded wave collapses over her. “I’m gonna pass out.” Savannah cries. Lio and Dr. Barnes stand up, each grabbing an arm to gently lay her back on the bed. “How could this happen?” She asks the room, eyes rapidly moving back and forth, searching for an answer on the ceiling.

“Everything came together perfectly.” Dr. Barnes states.

“How!? I’m on pills.. I have Endo so bad it lights up all over the scans. What!?” She practically howls.

“Well, that was before your surgery.” Dr. Barnes cautions. “As for birth control, it isn’t 100% effective.”

“Well you would think it would be in my case!?” She slaps her hand on her forehead, continuing to breathe heavily. “Oh my god.” She closes her eyes as an avalanche of nausea collapses in her stomach. Lio rubs her shoulder comfortingly.

“It’s okay, babe.” Lio assures her.

“It’s not going to stick.” Savannah says. “I’m going to lose it. The tissue isn’t conducive for pregnancy.” 

“I understand the concern. But the hardest part is implantation with tissue irregularities and here you are. By the looks of your blood work, around 7 weeks pregnant.” Dr. Barnes addresses immediately. 

“I won’t.. carry to term though. It won’t work.”

“We don’t know that for your case, Savannah.” Dr. Barnes speaks calmly and clearly, holding her hand as she speaks. “Right now, we should shift our focus to what we can control. Like this ultrasound, discussing prenatal vitamins and getting you scheduled for an appointment in two weeks.”

“Two weeks?” She sniffs. Lio gently wipes the tears falling down from the corner of her eye. She hiccups slightly from the emotions breeding in her chest. 

“With your medical history, it will be a high-risk pregnancy. I want to see you more frequently. That does not mean you will have complications. We just don’t know yet. We will have to see how your pregnancy progresses.” Savannah’s eyes drift away from the doctor to Lio. She licks her lips, feeling the fear grip her throat at ruining the entire trajectory of his life. 

“Ahh okay, but can- can I talk to Lio alone, please?” 

“Yes, of course.” Dr. Barnes agrees, then slides from the room, leaving them alone.

“You don’t want this.” Savannah immediately blurts when the door closes. “We should.. discuss-”

“We are going to be parents.” He cuts her off, wondrously. Savannah inhales sharply. Her and Lio stare at each other in silence again for a few pauses. His blue eyes swim with tears, so unexpectedly. He steps closer to her, cupping her cheeks in both of his hands. Savannah feels the splash of his tears on her cheeks and she begins to sob into their kiss. The feeling is indescribable. Adrenaline and hope sprint through her veins as she clutches his shirt in a fist between their bodies. “Baby, we are pregnant!” He says incredulously. He laughs excitedly, then wraps his arms around her shoulders. “We are having a baby.” He whispers into her ear, clutching her head with the hand threading through her hair.

“You don’t have to pretend. If this isn’t what you want-“

“Baby, oh my god, I am so excited I could run a fuckin’ marathon. Please. Be present with me in this moment. We are going to be parents. Our dream is coming true.” 

Our dream. Their dream. Not hers. Theirs.

Savannah begins to sob hard. It’s worst case scenario for her: he is excited. Overjoyed. Over the moon. And he doesn’t understand the risks of their case. It’s like all the cautions they need to consider went right through his brain and out the other side. 

“I’m so scared. Lee, you cannot get attached this.. it might not..”

“But it might.” He corrects her tenderly. “But it might.” He whispers to her again after pulling away to look into her eyes. “Let’s go see our baby on the ultrasound. Maybe we can hear the heartbeat.” 

It’s too early, so they don’t.

But they see the little blob of their baby on the screen in black and white. They are holding hands when they find out their due date is August 7th. As hard as Savannah tries to be realistic about these odds, she is already in love with this baby. Their baby. Her baby.

She is pretty sure she floats out of that office with her ultrasound pictures in her purse. She scans the room of pregnant women waiting, connecting immediately with the sight because she is one of them. She starts to laugh, tears building in her eyes as her and Lio push through to the winter scene outside. 

“We’re having a baby.” She tells Lio. He grins back at her, then wraps her up into his chest for a hug. 

“Yeah, babe. We are.” Lio’s hand drifts down to cup her flat stomach, pressing in slightly. Savannah puts her hand over his as Lio’s lips cover hers. When they pull apart, Lio can see the deep fear returning to her face as her mind rushes over how fucking hard it would be now. To lose this. To know she is pregnant and not be able to keep it. To not be able to hold their baby in her arms 

“I know you’re scared.” Lio nods. “I’m a little scared too. But baby, we’re doing this together. All of it. The good, the bad, the maybe devastating, I don’t know. What I do know is I’m going to be right here holding your hand. No matter what.” Savannah nods, letting Lio wipe her tears away.

She has never needed anyone as badly as she needs Lio right now. 

Her fingers lace with his, body feeling heavy with each step knowing what she carries inside of her now. Lio opens her door for her, watching her carefully as she slides into the passenger seat. He comes around to the driver’s side, getting in quickly to avoid the chilly wind.

“First dad hunch here, it’s a girl.” He says as he puts the key in the ignition. “I don’t know why. I have nothing to go off here, but on the screen it looked like a girl.” 

For a moment, Savannah lets herself picture it: a little girl with a pink t-shirt, and little blue jean overalls, baby blue Nikes on her feet, with pigtails that runs around a backyard with Stella and Winnie Wood. 

All of it is a surreal dream.

One Savannah won’t let herself fully believe is coming until well into her second trimester.

Read more Lio and Savannah here.

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Mine - Part 3

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 3730

Series Warning: (N)ON/(D)UB CON, Swearing, Angst, (P)ossessive Behavior, Jealousy, (K)idnapping, Male (M)asturbation, (S)omnophilia, (D)rugging, Light (B)ondage, (P)hysical Fighting, Rough (S)ex, C-hoking, Female and Male (O)ral, (B)reeding (K)ink, Multiple (O)rgasms, (F)orced (O)rgasms, (S)panking

Please READ the Warnings!! These will be touched on throughout the series.

Summary: Steve is determined to win you over even if you’re denying your feelings. When an opportunity presents itself to flee or stay what decision do you make?

A/N: Sorry for the long wait with this fic. I have been dealing with a lot of health issues. Hopefully, this is worth the wait.

A/N: Beta read by @pigwidgeonxo​ & @lfnr-blog-blog-blog​

Moodboard by @fictional-affairs

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You woke to the soft sounds of birds chirping outside the bedroom window. You were laying in the middle of the bed when you slowly sat up. Your eyes scanned the room and found Steve sitting in a chair opposite of you. Instinctively you backed up against the headboard. The clink of your bracelet caught your attention and you tried to pull it off.

Steve scoffed. “You can try all you want but that won’t come off unless I allow it. I told you already that bracelet makes you just like everyone else, a normal human with no serum giving you strength.”

“All of this because you want a future with me. I told you I liked you, Steve. This…” gesturing around the room. “This is crazy.”

“This is not crazy. This is what love is. I love you and want my future with you. Don’t you see I thought I lost my chance at happiness when I went into the ice all those years ago? Someone else came out and I gave up on that dream. That is until you came into my life. You make me want to have a life with a family.”

“That’s not what I want…”

“Lies! I know you love me deep down inside your heart. You’re just too mad to admit your feelings now, but in time you will. You will love me, crave me, and in the end, we will have a family cause that is what you always wanted.”

“I won’t and definitely not with you.” You defiantly responded. 

“There ya go being stubborn and acting like you have no feelings. Let’s talk about that. The stolen glances you would give, the flirting you always did, and last night we made love. You moaned my name and begged for more. No longer will you look at me as just a friend. Going forward it’s us now. Who knows after last night it could be the three of us.”

The thought of Steve never using protection last night would have upset you but you were on birth control. A dark chuckle came from Steve as he could see the wheels turning in your head. 

“Yeah about that doll. Your birth control is obsolete. Thanks to Tony I was able to give you a shot that took care of the birth control problem, and made you completely fertile so we could start a family right away. Don’t worry if that didn’t work then we will just have to try harder next time.”

Tears started to fall from your cheeks at everything he was saying. At the moment everything sounded hopeless. You had to figure a way out of this. How could you have ever had feelings for him?

Sensing your hopelessness Steve started to stalk towards you. “I want your body and mind to submit to me willingly. But if I have to take what’s mine for now then so be it.” You got off the bed and took a step back in fear but he grabbed your arms causing you to squeak out in pain. “Strip or I will do it for you.” He let go of your arms and watched as you shook your head. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

Feeling vulnerable you saw no way around this and started to strip slowly for him. As soon as you stood before him naked he smirked, taking in your body. “On the bed, now.”

Slowly you crawled onto the bed while Steve started to strip. You tried to feel brave at the moment. This was just sex, right? Even though you didn’t want to, you knew Steve could forcibly take you. Better to relax and let him have you willingly. The last thing you wanted was to be injured.

Once he was naked he stalked you like prey until he climbed onto the bed. “I better get you warmed up.” 

Steve grabbed your ankles and pulled you down the bed. Pushing your thighs apart Steve laid between your legs. You stared at the ceiling trying to focus on anything but him. But when he licked the first stripe up your core you shivered at how good it felt. Steve chuckled against your core as he started to eat you out like a man starved. His fingers came up your body as he rubbed your clit. You couldn’t help but moan in pleasure at the way he worked you with his mouth and fingers. Every dip of his tongue had you panting in pleasure. You were trying not to moan his name and Steve was starting to pick up on that. He keeps licking sucking, and tongue fucking you until you finally broke. Your back arched off the bed and you moaned his name to the ceiling. 

Stopping his ministrations Steve smiled at you. “My name sounds so good coming from your lips.” Steve sat up and flipped you over onto your stomach. Grabbing your hips he pulled you to your knees so you were ass up and face down. Positioning himself behind you he dragged his cock through your wet lips a few times before he pushed inside you. The stretch had you both groaning in pleasure as he took his time with you. Finally seated all the way in you Steve set a firm and steady pace as he started to take you apart piece by piece. 

Your fingers dug into the bed as you held on for dear life as he fucked you. You tried with all your might not to moan but every snap of his hips had you seeing stars. So you gave in and let go moaning his name like a prayer. 

Steve watched as you pushed back against him every time he snapped his hips. His fingers dug into your hips a little more as he started to fuck you harder. This is what he dreamt of, you being submissive to him in bed as he took you apart. Your moans filling the air were fueling the fire that burned deep inside him. You were a drug that he was addicted to and now wanted all the time. His hand slipped from your hip and made its way toward your clit where he started to rub firm circles against it. Your breath hitched and he knew you were close. Steve plowed into you harder until your walls squeezed him tight as you came with a cry of his name. Within seconds he was cumming deep inside you and groaned your name. Once he worked you through your orgasm Steve pulled out of you and collapsed next to you on the bed.

Steve watched as you had your eyes closed and tried to catch your breath. You were absolutely beautiful in his eyes. He smiled softly at you. “See, we can have this for the rest of our lives. You can’t deny you enjoyed yourself. If you would just accept this now your life would be so much easier. I know deep down inside that you love me.”

You opened your eyes slowly and stared at him for a moment. “Just because my body is a willing participant in this it changes nothing between us.” Your attitude showed just a little in your statement.

Steve didn’t like the way you spoke. “You know me, I’m a patient man. Whether you comply now or later is up to you. Steve climbed off the bed and grabbed his clothes. He headed towards the bedroom door and left you behind. The door closed and you heard it lock. Great, now you were stuck in here. You got off the bed and headed to the master bathroom to shower. Steve should know that you were stubborn and could make his life a living hell. Thinking to yourself you thought, “Game on.”

Steve had taken a shower in the other bathroom when he locked you in the bedroom. His thoughts were of you and how willing you were in bed with him. You could say whatever you wanted about not wanting him but your body didn’t lie. You were just in denial. He knew eventually your feelings would come around and you would see things his way. Hell Bucky already got his girl under control and they were about to have a baby. Children were something he always wanted to share with the woman he loves. In due time you will be pregnant and building a future with him. He knew deep down inside you had feelings but since seeing the message on his phone by Tony you pulled away emotionally. Damn Tony for trying to follow up with him so soon. No matter Steve already knows how to win you over and once he does he will have everything he ever wanted.

You were sitting on your bed in an oversize hoodie and leggings. You were staring out the window lost in your thoughts when you heard the door behind you unlock. The last thing you wanted to deal with was Steve again but you knew you had no choice but to face him. 

“Doll, I made us something to eat so come downstairs with me.” 

Letting out a sigh, you stood up and faced him. He was holding out a hand for you and you reluctantly grabbed it. You put on your fake smile for him and asked, “What are we having for lunch?”

Steve smiled back at you and took your hand. “I just made your favorite sandwich with a side of fruit.”

“Sounds delightful.” You both walked down the stairs together and made your way into the dining room. The food was already waiting for you both as you went to sit down. Steve pulled the chair out for you and you couldn’t help the small smile on your face. He was always a gentleman even though he is acting crazy by kidnapping you. Together you both ate in silence. Steve every now and then would look at you smirking as he took you in. You didn’t know why he was staring at you so much but you didn’t want to find out. 

Right now you were trying to form a plan in your head of how you were going to make your escape. You knew the cabin was surrounded by a forest; you just needed to figure out which way you were going to run. You knew the quinjet was somewhere outside. All you needed was a moment of distraction for you to make your escape. Once you were far away from Steve you would be able to re-evaluate not only your life but the Avengers. How could Tony be involved with Steve’s plan? They were supposed to be your friend. But then another part of you reminded yourself, didn't you want to be with Steve? You had longed for your Captain’s approval and tried to make him jealous with your former boyfriend. Does this make this scenario your fault for pushing Steve too far? Yes, Steve was the one to kidnap you but didn’t you always want a life with him? No life was giving you that chance and you wanted to throw it away. 

“Whatcha thinking about doll? You look lost in thought? Not planning your escape, are you?” Steve leaned forward, his blue eyes practically staring into your soul.

“N-no of course not. Just thinking of what I'm going to do to keep from being bored and locked in my room. I mean I’m going to need something to occupy my thoughts.”

“Well, I brought some of your favorite books for you. They are in the office in a box. I wanted to bring you some creature comforts.” Steve explained, “I want you to have something to do besides fill my bed.”

“Since we are done eating can I see my books? I wouldn’t mind sitting in front of the window to read.” You hoped you sounded convincing enough.

“That’s fine, sweetheart.” Steve stood from the table and grabbed both of your plates. He put them in the dishwasher before he gestured to you to follow him. 

You followed him down the hallway and to the office. Sure enough, he had a few boxes of your things that he brought with him. Kneeling next to the box of books you looked through them. You couldn’t help but smile seeing that he brought your favorites. Gosh, why did this man have to be sweet? No matter his feelings you knew what the plan was. Make it to the quinjet and leave him behind. 

Steve’s phone started to ring from the kitchen. You both looked towards the door leading to it and then back at each other. Steve stared at you for a minute. “I need to take that phone call. If I leave you here to look through your things will you behave?”

You nodded your head. “Yes, Steve.”

Unsure whether to believe you or not he walked out the office door and picked up his phone. You slowly crawled to the door to hear who he was talking to but just when you could hear him you heard him step outside the front door. This was your chance. You crept out of the office and down the hallway. To the left, you could see Steve on the phone looking serious. You went into the kitchen and quietly went out the backdoor. As soon as you turned to close it Steve locked eyes with you and he was angry. You bolted down the stairs and saw the quinjet fifty yards away in the opening. You ran with all your might towards the jet but you could hear Steve running after you.

“Stop now, doll or you will regret this!” Steve shouted behind you.

His steps were growing closer to you as your lungs burned from the running. Damn him for blocking your super soldier serum in your body with the bracelet. On any other day you were equally matched but for your frail body, you could only run so fast. You were just yards away from the jet and started to feel a sense of hope when a hand wrapped around your arm. Steve tackled you to the ground and you landed with a thump, crying out in pain. He turned you over on your back, pinning you to the ground by sitting on your hips. 

“Why run? I told you this is your home now. You belong to me!” Steve shouted out. 

“Let go of me!” You screamed back at him as your legs were kicking trying to help flip you both.

“Never you’re mine. You belong to me now and your place is here by my side.” Steve argued back.

“I don’t want to be yours, Steve. I don’t even know you anymore. You’re a psycho!”

“A psycho? For what loving you? You know who I already am but if you want me to be your villain then so be it. Today you will know me and you will remember me.”

Steve stood and pulled you to your feet. When you started to fight against him he lifted you up over his shoulder. You screamed at the top of your lungs all the way back to the house. “Scream all you want sweetheart no one is going to hear you.” He pushed through the side door and kicked it shut as he continued to carry you all the way upstairs. Once he reached the bedroom he kicked that door shut and threw you on the bed.

He stalked toward you and before you could get off the bed to run he was on you. Quickly he stripped you of your leggings and underwear. You tried to fight him but were easily overpowered. Steve bent you over his knee and held you down so you couldn’t get up.

“Because you didn’t listen to me I’m going to spank you until you get it in your head that you aren’t leaving me.” His hand came down hard on your cheek and you whimpered out in pain. Then came slaps two through five in quick succession and he could hear you cry out for him to stop.

“If you learned to behave this won’t be necessary. Remember this was you who caused this not me.” Steve continued the sequence of slapping your behind and all you could do was sob from how painful it was. By the time he counted twenty, he stopped. You lay across his lap boneless crying from both humiliation and pain. But there was also something else there too, arousal. Steve’s fingers moved through your wet lips and chuckled darkly. “Who knew spanking would turn you on my little minx? You acted like you didn’t like this but your body says differently. Steve picked you up and made you stand in front of him. Tears continued down your face as he pulled your top off you, leaving you naked again in front of him. Steve stood in front of you and stripped himself quickly. Seeing your body’s reaction made him hard as a rock. He pulled you to him and gently pushed on your shoulder until you were kneeling in front of him. 

“I want you to suck my cock doll. Show me that you’re truly sorry. If you bite me know I will break your jaw and that’s not something that will heal fast either.”

You nodded your head as you grabbed his cock and slowly started to stroke him. Your tongue did small kitten licks on the tip of his cock before you took him in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around him as you started to bob your head, up and down across his length. A deep groan left his mouth as he fisted a hand in your hair. With every up and down motion you made the more his hips moved along with you. Before you knew it Steve started to fuck your throat. Every push had you gagging around him and that seemed to spurn him on. Tears dripped down your face as you let him use you. Steve was a groaning mess when he stopped abruptly using you. His cock slid from your mouth and you couldn’t help but cough hard from how you were used.

Steve grabbed your arm and wrenched you upwards. Before you could catch your balance Steve pushed you onto the bed where you landed on your stomach. He pulled your hips up and easily pushed inside you. Every snap of his hips bumped into your red ass causing you to whimper. Steve was on a mission to fill you and maybe if you apologized he would let you cum. His hand fisted into your hair again and he pulled you up against his chest as he continued to fuck you hard. Little moans and cries of pain escaped your lips as he used your body. 

Steve groaned against your ear. Gruffly he spoke, “Tell me you’re sorry and I promise to let you cum. Fight me and I swear I will not let you cum for a week.  I will make you beg for me to let you but I won’t. Say. Your. Sorry.” he emphasized with each snap of his hips. 

You hated yourself that you wanted to cum. Hated that you knew he would do what he said. You had to swallow your pride and give this scruffy menace what he wanted. “I-I’m sorry Steve.”

“Not good enough.” Steve never let up his pace as you tried to hold on to his arm that was now wrapped around your throat. 

“I’m sorry for trying to run. I sh-shouldn’t have done that. Please forgive me.” You squeaked out as he squeezed your throat harder. Your walls started to squeeze his cock as you started to get close to your orgasm.

“Fuck… that’s it doll. I forgive you. I want you to cum for me. Cum for me now!” His fingers let go of your neck and started to rub at your clit. Within moments you were moaning his name to the heavens. A few more thrusts and he was painting your cervix white with his seed. He rode out both your orgasms before pulling out of you and letting you collapse on the bed. 

You drifted off for what seemed like a few minutes but when you woke up you were in the tub pressed up against Steve’s chest. He gently held you as you both sat in silence. After a while, Steve spoke, “I hate that I had to punish you but you wouldn’t listen to me. You broke my trust by running. Can’t you see how hurt I am?” He sighed. “I hate to keep you locked in this room but I’m going to have to until you prove to me that you can be trusted.”

“How do I do that?” you quietly asked. 

“By listening to me. Don’t question anything I tell you. If you can do that and be on your best behavior then maybe I can trust you won’t run again. Until then you will stay up here during the day, eat with me downstairs for meals but come right back to the bedroom. I will bring you your clothes and books so you have something to do and wear. Can you do that?” 

“Yes, Steve, I can do that for you. I’m sorry I broke your trust.” You knew you screwed up and it was all because you were angry at him. You stayed silently in his arms until it was time to get out. You both dried off and when you went to put something on he stopped you. 

“Don’t let’s crawl into bed and rest. We both had a hectic day.” You nodded your head and you both climbed into bed with one another. Steve pulled you close to him and rested your head on his chest. His hand rubbed soft circles on your hip until you finally passed out from exhaustion. Steve lay there holding you close to him. He will win you over in time. All you needed was to see things his way. He kissed your forehead as he drifted off to sleep.

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A Penny Ahead

Alright well here is my gift to @golddragon387 for @remnants-of-rwby-exchange day. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this and hope you enjoy it to. It was a blast to write again on here and I look forward to putting more out😊. Here we get Penny dealing with knowledge from the future since she was awoken and trying to keep it all on track, as she attends the Beacon Dance for the Vytal Tournament. Wish her luck.

Bright lights and the upbeat tunes of music flowed throughout the converted hall, as the students of all four academies mingled with one another. Jokes and stories were traded, as the various refreshments were consumed. It was a joyous occasion as many enjoyed the party atmosphere, with several busting some moves on the dance floor.

Well except for one party-goer. Penny Polendina, who though outwardly was having her systems do a little jig, was inwardly barely holding it together. Ever since she had…awakened, her mind was flooded with memories of the future, past? Never mind that, whenever she thought and tried to rationalize what had happened to her, well that was no longer a major issue for her.

No, instead it was trying to implement her new, past, knowledge. She had so many conflicting points, her father, General Ironwood, and all of Atlas were in danger. Originally her focus had been trying to prep for the oncoming storm, but her status as an experiment left her few options. Anything too hard and she could see the worry on her father’s face, too soft was simply brushed aside by General Ironwood. She was trapped between being a daughter and a weapon, a fact that hindered her in other ways in Atlas too.

She couldn’t get close to anyone; she couldn’t make a friend that deep down she so desperately needed. The loneliness she now experienced was overwhelming, especially as she tried to keep up her façade of being the obedient girl. Sure, she could reach out to her father, but he would just keep pulling her back, to the false safety of his home. No, she needed someone to be willing to listen to her, to let her say what she needed to say.

Her new memories had pointed to one such individual, a person who prompted her to stick to the old/normal routine. A person that caused her to freeze over and over again. Someone that she had to see in this life to see just what these memories of her were about.

Ruby Rose, a name, and face that did the worst torment to Penny as she processed everything she had in her head. Sure, the deaths she saw came with their feelings of pain and terror, however, those paled compared to the fact that the fair-faced dark-haired girl in her new memories always made her soul yearn. At first, she only had a vague idea. The memories explained much but there was no way she had these feelings, at least until she met her again.

Penny had tried to model the first encounter as close as possible; she still froze when she gazed into the silver eyes of Ruby.  Even with the awkward first words, Penny could see why her past/present self had fallen for the young huntress. Ruby was just so kind, and she saw her as someone to talk with. The following evening had Penny trying to cope with her own feelings for Ruby and detangle the ones coming from her own memories. After all this Ruby wasn’t that Ruby right, it would be unfair…right?

So, she had continued just following the steps her memories laid down, except when they found the criminal Roman Torchwick. Penny would not distract Ruby from that man and instead had moved to deflect Roman’s sneak attack. The rest of the night was a blur as Penny ripped through the White Fang’s airships without even a glance. Instead, her mind had focused on how Ruby looked at her, in wonder and excitement. Sadly, before she could move to talk, the security detail from Atlas bundled her off the scene at the docks.

For weeks she was kept within the hotel as the head of her detail, her father, and General Ironwood berated her for engaging in such a public space. It was grating, and yet she knew she had to take it less they send her back. That was something she couldn’t risk, not when she was so close. Still, she did have to sneak out once, if only to meet Ruby again, to give her side of the incident of course.

However, unlike the time in her memories, Penny was much more careful, staying away from the potential patrols of Atlas personnel. She really didn’t want to cause any issues for Ruby, especially since she didn’t have much information for her. Instead of a harrowing chase and reveal, Penny instead got to listen to Ruby for a while. It was sweet, a nice calming moment that just felt right.

It was a moment that Penny wanted to keep going on forever, but she knew she had to get back. For a moment she almost asked if Ruby would save a dance with her, but she hesitated. She wasn’t sure if it was right, as due to her caution, there was no need to run, no incident with a truck almost hitting Ruby, and thus no reveal that she, Penny Polendina was…was built instead of born.

So, Penny packed it away and waited patiently for the dance to arrive, there she would ask Ruby. Or at least that was the plan. However General Ironwood was still concerned about her movements, and as such Penny found her protection detail being doubled for the night. Sure, she was annoyed, but the greater issue was that things were changing, becoming different from what her memories had shown her. She had accounted for slight variations at this stage, but these drastic measures by General Ironwood worried her. If too much changed, she couldn’t strike Cinder Fall’s plans at the exact—!

Cinder Fall, she would strike tonight targeting the CTTS Tower, and more dangerously confront Ruby. Her mind was a wash of the probabilities, with too many being unacceptable. A shift in priorities was needed. So, she made her opening.

“Excuse me, may I be escorted to the restroom?” she asked the corporal in charge of her detail, giving the man a brilliant smile. She knew they didn’t want to be here, guarding what they assumed was someone’s kid. As such it was easy for her to get reasonable requests, especially since she had stayed in her hotel room for the past few weeks. The corporal nodded and, in a few minutes, Penny found herself alone in a nearby girls’ restroom. Quickly she located a vent and scrambled into it. The blueprints of Beacon Academy were relatively easy to acquire for her. With a path selected, she hustled toward the tower.

The next few minutes were the most harrowing for Penny as she tried not to over-analyze what she knew of this incident. Time frames, potential attacks, and disastrous outcomes all rushed through her head. No matter how hard she tried to focus on her task her thoughts always seemed to track back to the fact that she was racing against time. If she was too late—

Penny shook her head as she finally managed to find an exit. Slipping out she hit the ground running, regretting not pressing her father for the jet boots her previous/future self had. Still, she filed that complaint for later, as she deployed her blades. She knew Cinder Fall was not someone to hold back on. A first strike would—

“Penny?” a familiar voice stopped her as she reached the entrance, and she turned to meet the concerned and armed form of Ruby Rose. “What are doing here?”

“Ruby it's fine, please return to the party, there is no need to worr—hic!!” Penny felt her eyes go wide at the startled hiccup that came out of her mouth. Ruby’s eyes narrowed in concern as she stepped closer.

“Penny is something wrong, I saw someone sneaking—”

“It's nothing—Hic!! No, it is just a HIC!!” Penny was not prepared for the rush of emotions as she tried to assuage Ruby that she didn’t need to get involved just yet, she didn’t need to be a target of Cinder. It would just be her Penny that would earn Cinder’s wrath, it is what she was designed for it was her purpose for being built. She—!

Her panicked thoughts stopped when Ruby stepped forward holstering Crescent Rose and brought Penny into a quick hug.

“Penny breath it's fine whomever she is we can—”

“No!” Penny quickly jerked back, wide-eyed, “I mean Ruby please you can’t she’s dangerous.” She pleaded as she stepped closer to the main entrance.

“If she is that dangerous then I can’t let you go alone Penny,” Ruby pressed, subtly swearing as her heels caused her to stumble on the bottom steps.

“I…I’ll be fine, this, this is what…” Penny felt her words stop in her non-existent throat, as her internal computers churned through vague explanation after vague explanation.

“How Penny what possible could, make you…fine,” Ruby trailed off as Penny turned her back to her, and the light shimmers of the thin lines that connected her blades revealed to be going directly into her. “Penny, what—!?” Ruby’s question was stopped as Penny had an auxiliary charge port at the base of her neck.

“I, I was built Ruby, I, can be rebuilt,” Penny answered as she turned back around, with a sad smile. “I can sustain more damage than a person and still fight,”

“What, but that just doesn’t mean you can do this alone, who knows just what that person is—”

“I am well aware of her combat capabilities Ruby,” Penny declared, as she interrupted Ruby’s questions before she gave her friend a small smile.

“How!? There’s no way that…” Ruby trailed off as her face scrunched in thought, which she quickly shook off. “No matter I’m still coming with you.” Ruby declared as Penny began to fidget. She knew it was a long shot, her memories told her as much, but perhaps there was a way.

“Ruby please,” Penny started again as she entered to door frame of the CTTS Tower’s entrance, in the attempt to block Ruby’s access as she tried to push forward.

“No Penny, it doesn’t matter that you're mechanical, you are still my friend, and I won’t just stand by and let you do this alone, now we can stand here arguing till whomever this woman is leaves or you can let me follow you.” Ruby promptly declared.

“You are my friend, Ruby,” Penny started, “but I—”

And with an impulse she never expected Penny bent down and gave a quick peck on Ruby’s cheek shocking said girl. In a flash, Penny had stepped back into the tower proper and immediately locked the entire building down. She knew Cinder would have already dispatched the guards, and most likely had one of Dr. Watts’ viruses in the computer systems. However, the lock-down protocols were easy for her to find and set to maximum. Penny then hustled toward the stairs. There would be questions, but it would all be worth it, as long as Cinder Fall did not leave this building alive.

“I promise you Ruby,” Penny whispered to herself, “I will ease your burden.”

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Jlaire Week Ask Game

Yeah, I went ahead and answered all of them. :P

Light and Darkness - What got you into Jlaire in the first place and what makes it one of if not your favorite ship?

I’m pretty sure I shipped them from the very first episode. First, we’ve been introduced to Jim, who is like the sweetest character ever. So when we saw him literally drooling over Claire, we know she has to be special.

It doesn’t take much time for them to interact and I remember loving that scene because I didn’t know there was so much Spanish in the show (at least in the first season). Both that interaction and the one just before the audition show they’re actually interested in each other and I’ve loved their dynamic from the beginning.

I think they somehow remind me of my own characters, Zem and Aury, since he’s the anxious one and she has to help him (even though Aury is way more short-tempered than Claire).

Romeo and Juliet- What's your favorite Jlaire moment form Trollhunters?

There are many good ones to choose. I love when she discovers his secret, the dance in the hill and when he reaches out to help her when she makes that mega-portal. They really care about each other and I think the best part is how we’re able to see their relationship flourish during the seasons.

Beauty and the Beast- What's your favorite Jlaire moment from Wizards?

The picnic, for sure. I think we should have seen more Jlaire interactions when he was a half Troll. I loved all the scenes where Claire gets to protect Jim, showing how much she has improved as a sorceress, but there’s something about them being able to relax and have an actual date.

Tragic Love - What's your Jlaire heartbreaking moment in the series?

Even though Jim knowing he’s not going to survive if they go back to the present is a close one, I have to say when Claire finds his soul wandering over the Killahead Bridge in the Shadow Realm. I’m a hopeless romantic and what breaks my heart is that “being close but still too far from each other” if you know what I mean.

My Romeo - What's your favorite Jlaire quote from Trollhunters?

From Hero of a 1000 faces: “This is the worst day of my life.” “That’t the real Jim.” It’s so funny, but also shows how much she’s gotten to know him.

100 Life times - What's your favorite Jlaire Quote from Wizards?

That’s a tough one. I liked the “I'd date you for a hundred lifetimes, Jim Lake.”… until the movie came out. So I guess: “But I've fought across time and space to bring you back.” Because of the same reason that scene is so heartbreaking to me.

Toby dating Advices - What's your advice for Jim that would help with him Claire

Actually, I think things worked out quite well. I would have advised him to be braver but he actually ended up being it, so...

Mary Dating Advice- what's your advice for Claire that would help her with Jim.

Actually, I think things worked out quite well.

time and Space - What's your Aus for Jim and Claire relationship or what's your favorite Au for them?

I have a soft spot for Beauty and the Beast kind of stories, so most of my Aus revolve around that. I seriously thing Troll Jim was underused and I’d have liked to see more of them as a couple, like travelling to New Jersey. That’s why I had to write about that and why Lights and Shadows of Camelot is the culmination of it. BTW, I’ve written a lot about Jlaire in my fanfics, if you’re interested 😊

Shadowhunter - What's your favorite headcanons for Jlaire?

They send messages all the time, checking out the other is okay. Jim makes Claire her favorite cookies and she takes him on dates using portals to visit new places.

If you have any more questions or want me to elaborate about anything, don't be afraid to ask!

Sadly, I won't be able to do any prompts, but I'm gonna share some Jlaire art I have around and you can check out my fanfics for more Jlaire content!:

-New Jersey: A brief story of what happened in the journey to New Jersey that had place during the season 2 of 3Below.

-Awakening: A novelized version of the 11th episode of the third season, "Jimhunters". Includes original new scenes.

-The Arrival: Final chapter of "New Jersey", connecting the story with "Wizards".

-Light through yonder window: After being attacked by Nomura, Jim is brought to the hospital. Claire decides she has to go and stay by his side. Tells what happened between the episodes 'Claire and Present Danger' and 'Battle of Two Bridges' and a couple of things more.

-Waiting: Jim has entered the Darklands. Claire and Toby will have to act quickly and not fall into despair.

-Butterflies and Christmas Jlaire, from Arcadian Nights.

-Lights and Shadows of Camelot: Claire has just discovered her magic powers and goes to Camelot so Morgana can teach her. One night, she'll meet the Trollhunter.

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Okay okay I’ve seen some takes regarding Orym on twitter (specifically about his relationship to Laudna) that I feel the need to refute but I have a lot of thoughts and also I don’t want to get into fights so hi tumblr! rant below the cut 😊

(tl;dr I think the bell’s hells are doing the best they can in a series of complicated situations, but people are expecting a kind of inter-party conflict to come from it that doesn’t line up with the text and I don’t get it, so I guess I must become Orym’s #1 defender, feat. a defense of the c3e63 decision, Ludinus Da’leth hate, and big big feelings about Keyleth and Vax)

Take: Orym is uncomfortable with Laudna’s weirdness/creepiness, as evidenced by him always bringing it up and trying to hide and obscure her undead presence.

My opinion: Laudna loves the fact that she’s creepy. She revels in it. Orym/Liam pointing it out in narration is part flavor text, part acknowledging an important aspect of Laudna. It’s like how he always makes sure everyone knows that Orym is Small. Not to mention, Marisha brings it up in her narration as much as Liam does.

During Laudna’s resurrection ritual, Orym says, “I don’t know what Bell’s Hells will be without your darkness, Laudna. Or your light.” He values both sides of her!

Regarding Orym’s disguises for Laudna (i.e. dressing her in white in bassuras, adding flowers to her hair to give her more color in hearthdell), again I don’t think this is a sign of Orym’s discomfort with her. Remember, Orym is a bodyguard. His job is to protect others, protect the group. Yes, several members of Bell’s Hells will draw eyes, but notably, Laudna—being undead-ish, with the Unsettling Presence feature and a canonically scary physical appearance—might strike fear into others. And fear makes people more willing to resort to violence than, say, being surprised by the presence of a robot or a faun. It’s not about making her palatable, it’s about keeping all of them safe. It’s bodyguard behavior.

Also, Orym only does this when they are actively avoiding drawing attention to themselves, and as far as I know, Laudna has only had a problem with it once.

Take: Laudna looked to Ashton and Orym for what to do during the scuffle with Bor’Dor, and Orym encouraged her to let Delilah back in, all because he’s hell-bent on revenge and thinks he can use Delilah’s power to get it. He actively disregarded Laudna’s well-being to further his own goals.

My opinion: No, she wasn’t looking to them for what to do. Marisha said it herself: Laudna was barely present. She couldn’t even hear Deni$e suggest keeping Bor’Dor alive; what makes you think she’s going to see a singular nod from Orym 15 feet away? She had already done Hunger of the Shadow, was already cloaked in the “purple-ish glowing hue that hasn’t been seen in a while,” and Matt had mentioned the heartbeat long before Liam ever said anything. Laudna had already let Delilah back in before Orym nodded and before she killed Bor’Dor. It was a horrible situation all around, but Orym did not convince Laudna to let Delilah back in for his own purposes. It is not his fault that Laudna embraced Delilah’s power or that Bor’Dor died. Laudna made her choice, as heartbreaking and conflicting as it may be, so let her live with it.

And for the record, I think they were justified in killing Bor’Dor. He attacked them with a pretty powerful spell (he did Vitriolic Sphere at its baseline 4th level, which is the second highest level spell he had) and nearly killed Prism in the process. Yes, Bor’Dor did a bit of waffling back and forth between “I’m gonna kill you!” and “just let me die,” but him being a pathetic mess is nothing new. He still tried to kill them all. If they let him live, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t try it again.

I don’t know how to impress this upon people who haven’t already gotten it from just watching the show, but the Ruby Vanguard is a bad group. Ludinus Da’leth is a bad person. He may have convinced some members that his goals are noble, but they aren’t. He is misleading people for his own gain, because guess what? The concept of free will exists even with the existence of the gods! People are allowed to worship them or not, and the gods aren’t smiting people down for refusing to worship them (otherwise Keyleth would be long dead, y’all. she said out loud to the champion of the raven queen that they should use her power while it benefitted them and then find a loophole to get Vax out of her service. and she is so valid for that. 15/10 would do the same).

We had a PC, a dozen or so NPCs, and an entire arc last campaign—and then a whole 4-part series!—that dealt with wizard hubris and its unfortunate consequences. Ludinus was one of those NPCs! What makes you think that Mr. “let’s steal a holy artifact and instigate a war” “should try friends sometime” “Essek looks forward to never seeing his face again” “Trent Ikithon can keep abusing children it’s not my problem” Da’leth suddenly has people’s best interests in mind?

He and the Ruby Vanguard need to be stopped, and Orym, being a person whose driving motivation is “to protect,” is willing to do what needs to be done, even when it sucks.

Take: ooohoohoo Orym’s alignment might be shifting! We need Dorian to get him back on track!

My opinion: No? To both these statements? Firstly, Orym’s alignment isn’t shifting, at least I don’t think so. I’m not an expert on D&D alignments (I think they should be more descriptive than prescriptive/ultimately they matter less than character choices, arcs, and narratives), but I would guess that fighting to maintain the balance of nature and to stop those that would harm others for their own gain is still pretty in line with neutral good? I could maybe see an argument for that being more lawful good, but it didn’t seem like those people were talking about a shift along the horizontal axis.

Secondly, I think Dorian would do the exact same thing Orym is doing. Was that not the whole draw of the Spider Queen’s crown during ExU Prime? Power to protect and save his friends? So I don’t think Dorian would see anything wrong with how Orym is acting, much less take him to task over it.

Take: Look! Orym told Keyleth about Imogen’s mom and said “I don’t care” when Imogen complained! Bad! Mean! Selfish!

My opinion: idk that felt more like Liam being a brat to Laura than anything else.

Like, yes Liam/Orym had his own goals in that convo which were unexpected and uncomfortable, but I don’t think he was wrong to point that out. The moment Keyleth swore to take down Liliana, you could feel everyone in Bell’s Hells get really tense, and I am certain that Keyleth, who has 20 wisdom and ~30 years of experience leading her people and politicking, clocked that instantly. And Orym would have clocked that immediately, and in an effort to make sure that their group had the confidence of a very powerful druid and world leader, decided that full transparency was the way to go.

And I don’t know, this is largely speculation, but Keyleth having that information might mean that she will make sure Imogen doesn’t have to be the one to take down Liliana? Or it might make her more sympathetic and willing to show some mercy to her?

Leaning more fully into speculation bc this relies mostly on inference and assumption: while I do think that Keyleth deserves to know what’s going on with Vax, withholding that information at this juncture might have been another tactical decision from Orym. We don’t know how Keyleth has mourned over the last 30 years, but we know that she’s been angry and we know that losing Vax was and is devastating. I feel like finding out that the love of your life (“forever and ever and ever and always” “I’ll never get over you”) is suffering extreme torment such that the followers of his god are in a period of mourning, basically implying that you’ve lost him all over again, that potentially the one reassurance that you would see him again has been ripped from you, etc., etc. would cause anyone to break down on a good day. Add on the fact that Keyleth is gravely, gravely injured, and you’re basically asking for her to be completely out of commission, because 1) holy moly talk about new trauma, old trauma, grief, longing, guilt, etc. bro I’m an emotional wreck just thinking about Vax and I’m not the one living through it, and 2) that would be a lot of stress on her already extremely stressed body, the consequences of which could be very bad.

It’s a tough decision to make, and while I’m not sure I 100% agree with Orym’s, I think it’s a defensible position.

Anyway thanks for reading this far, I hope you enjoyed my analysis. Again, I don’t want to fight or get into arguments, but I’m down for some brief discussions! Emphasis on brief because I can fall into a rabbit hole very easily, which means this will be the only thing I can think of and I have other things I want to do, shadowgast to write, fearnechetney to draw, and this post already took several hours over two days to write after weeks of mental build up.

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hmmm I'll give you a lot of options with this one and say anything of your choosing off the 'questions starters' for lies of p? 😊

Listen. There are SO many characters I love in LoP - the boi himself, Romeo etc. But do you know who I will ALWAYS go to bat for? That's right, it's Eugénie 💞💞💞 this is inspired by my absolutely batshit first run of the game AND its "Free from the Puppet String" ending, thanks

Question Starters

"Do you feel alright?"

Eugénie doesn't expect the boy to come look for her because, frankly, she doesn't expect to be the person he needs, right now.

Not that there are many people left, honestly. Sophia is gone. Geppetto is gone. Antonia is wasting away to nothingness, and Polendina is an ever vigilant shadow by her side, as helpful and devoted as he always was. If there weren't a thousand and one things Eugénie can and must do to keep herself busy, she wagers she'd be going insane at the moment, what with the world falling to pieces as she speaks.

Still, fixing things is her job and her vocation. Perhaps taking a hammer and some boards to the walls of Hotel Krat might be a slight misuse of it, but weapons and machinery - that she can still do blindfolded, so when the boy comes and wordlessly holds out his legion arm for her to inspect, she accepts it without question, clearing some space on her cluttered worktable and turning on the nearest lamp. She might not be Mr. Venigni, but that doesn't mean she's useless, thank you very much.

He remains silent as Eugénie pokes and prods at him, but that doesn't faze her - he's a quiet one, this guy, always has been. She's plenty used to having to fill the silence herself, and heavens, does she need to, presently, with the doom and gloom still hovering over their heads. "It's not doing too bad- you took good care of it, you know? I just need to replace a couple springs in here."

No answer, which is just typical. What's not typical, however, is the way he seems to freeze at the words - Eugénie lifts her head from her work, pushing her glasses up to squint at him, and finds him staring vacuously ahead, all tense and curled up on himself, the other arm tucked in the folds of his coat. "Do you- are you feeling alright?"

It wouldn't be unheard of for him, to be hiding some sort of injury or- or mechanical damage, she guesses. He seems the type to avoid drawing too much attention to himself, especially at a time like this, with their generous host dying a painful death and after what Geppetto tried to make him do. Eugénie is quite ready to bully him into getting a check up, personally, but before she can conjure up a good scolding he pulls his hand out, dropping something on the table between them.

It's not blood, or grease, or, God forbid, a metal plate from his chest. Instead it's a pair of leather gloves, wonkily stitched but brand new, clearly never worn before. Eugénie chokes out a gasp, despite her best intention - she recognizes those gloves, because of course she does. She made them, after all. She made them for Alidoro, long before he...before they...

"Where did you get these?" She asks, breathlessly. "Why do you have them?"

Once again, she gets no reply. What she gets, instead, is the legion arm pulled out of her weak grasp, almost guiltily and still half-opened, and a weak, low voice whispering: "I'm sorry."

"I don't understand. Why- what happened?"

"I lied to you. Alidoro never...he said they were rubbish, but I knew it would make you upset, so I didn't tell you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"Oh. I see." Eugénie glances down at the gloves again, feeling a small shiver run through her like a drop of icy water. She is a solid, practical woman, she's always thought, but these things look as dark as a bad omen, right now - the betrayal is a sharp stab in her chest, but then again she should have gotten used to it by now, shouldn't she?

"I guess I should have seen it coming," she hears herself say, distantly, forcedly light, as though it came from someone else's mouth. "He was never as nice as I'd remembered him, once he got here."

"That's because he wasn't the real Alidoro." He hasn't raised his voice even a smidge, damn him. Eugénie has to strain to hear him, and yet she feels as if paralyzed, hypnotized by what he has to say. "The real Alidoro is dead. That man killed him for- for gold. He'd been lying to everyone about his identity, for months."

"How- how do you know that? When did he tell you?"

"After the Alchemists' attack, I- I wasn't looking for him, but he was in the path, and he was cowering, and- and then I killed him."

Where earlier he was as still as a slab of stone, now he's shaking like a leaf, a full-body tremble that goes from his hair to the tip of his shoes. His face is crumpling into something that might be fury, or shame, or even just realization of all that's fallen on their shoulders; if he was capable of crying, Eugénie thinks he would be, by this point.

"He called you a stupid girl," he continues, and he's never sounded as hoarse as he does now, nor as emotional, far from any other puppet she's met before.

"He lied to you and- and he said you were the reason why he told the Alchemists about the hotel, and I know he was just a coward, but he- He did all that for money, and he couldn't even be nice to you. And he used me. I- I shouldn't have done that, but I'd seen the hotel and I was so angry-"

He won't meet her gaze, but Eugénie simply stares at him as he trails off all the same, hands folded in her lap. There is a cynical, logical part of her that tells her that she should be angry, horrified, even, at all these lies and tall tales, at a friend of hers killing a man out of pure frustration, like a rabid dog. This is what she would have done, no doubt, before Hotel Krat was destroyed.

But Hotel Krat is in shatters around her, and all she can think of is this boy, this angry, fragile thing that isn't fully human and yet isn't a real puppet anymore, who's had to watch his father die after being forced to make many a terrible choice and still wanted to come clean about what he did in the name of caring for her, as though that was the worst mistake of his life. As though it had been the last straw who managed to break his back, even after Simon Manus did his worst to get the same result.

She could be giving him any of her usual witticisms, right now. Instead, she gets up, slowly and without a word, and steps around the table to get closer to the boy, wrapping her arms around him.

He startles in her grasp, stunned, but Eugénie doesn't let go. He smells of gasoline and decay, and this is hardly her preferred method of comfort, but all of it only makes her hold him tighter, and for a split second she almost forgets who's actually holding who upright, in truth.

"Thank you for telling me the truth," she whispers, low enough that it doesn't echo, even in the hotel's cavernous, suddenly too empty arched galleries.

"And- thank you for trying to spare me, earlier. I know you only wanted to make me happy. It's not your fault that any of this happened. You were just trying to do the right thing."

There is a lull of silence, one that seems to stretch for decades. Then, haltingly, the boy lifts his arms and clings to her, the motion feeling nearly desperate, like a child begging for company after a long, dark nightmare even if the chandeliers above them are still burning sun-bright. He doesn't stop shaking, but it seems more focused, almost, true relief instead of simple rage.

And all throughout that Eugénie holds him, waiting for the moment to pass, watching those small, blasted, handmade gloves just lay there, innocently, mockingly, amongst her beloved tools.

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Here is the 2nd and final deleted scene from my recently completed fic: When Generation X met Z! Please enjoy 😊

1st deleted scene

DELETED SCENE #2: Lokun's fight with the council (placeholder title) - from When Generation X met Z

“Dooku has defected.”

The woman who was pacing in the middle of the council chambers stopped. 

“I’m sorry?” She then looked towards Obi-Wan first, but when the ginger averted his eyes she made eye contact with the Grandmaster for confirmation on those words. And when he nodded, she froze. How? When did this happen?

“We received visual confirmation of various representatives from Separatist planets landing in Serenno not too long ago, and Dooku welcoming them with open arms.” As he spoke, Mace Windu removed a hologram from his pocket and proceeded to play a holo recording of just that. Indeed, the footage was undeniable - the woman saw Dooku’s signature red and black cape fluttering in the wind as he shook the hands of each representative and ushered them through the double doors of castle Serenno. 

The woman narrowed her eyes. “How long ago was this?”

“A week.”

The woman exhaled through her nose sharply, mastering her best neutral face before turning to face Master Yoda. “Send me to Serenno. I’ll uncover the truth of the situation and report back to the council.”

“Strong faith you still have, for my old padawan.” Yoda observed. “Admire your tenacity, I do. But no longer the man you knew, Count Dooku is. Sending you to Serenno, suicide it will be.”

“Suicide?” the woman asked, intrigued by the Grandmaster’s choice of words. “And why is that? I am a Jedi Knight, and a fully trained espionage agent. I can handle myself.”

“We do not doubt your abilities Ashleigh. That’s not why we are hesitant, rather it’s due to our lack of intelligence on Serennian soil and its defences.” Obi-Wan now spoke up, trying to soften Master Yoda’s words. But Lokun was having none of it. 

"What difference would it make if someone else was sent out? Doing so would also mean certain death for them!”

“We are not sending anyone out to Serenno.” Master Windu’s stern voice cut through the ever so rising tension in the room like a knife. “Serenno is deeply entrenched in Separatist territory, and at present shows little to no regular military activity. It is off limits until we can find out more information about the place.”

“And how in the name of the force are we going to do just that if we are not even going to consider breaching into enemy territory? Information doesn’t just come preloaded into the council’s holocomms, you know!”

“Lokun!” Windu barked back - a feat done so rarely on the part of the older man that it even took his colleagues by surprise. “The decision is final.” Lokun remained rooted to the spot, fists clenched tightly till her nails formed half crescent indentations into her skin. Her head was now bowed downwards - in disappointment or fury was anyone’s guess - and took deep breaths. Anger swirled around the Jedi Knight like a fumes, and like a hungry fire licked the very recesses of her mind, tempting her to open the floodgates she had kept sealed her entire young adult life until now: the temptation to tap into the dark side. But she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. She made a promise - and promises were sacred. Master Katri had taught her this ever since she was a junior padawan, and that breaking one’s promise is a telltale sign of a distrustful person. Distrust is not the Jedi way.

Truth is, Lokun had tapped into the dark side at a really early age. At the tender age of 13, she had tapped so deeply into the dark side that she had managed to conjure force lighting. Watching the streaks of crackling, pure energy shoot out from her fingertips and target her opponent was quite the experience - one that put her in an unconscious state for half a day. Since then, Master Katri had made it her duty to teach her padawan how to contain her anger for which Lokun was grateful. Against all odds; against the naysayers that came in the form of Senior Jedi Masters and even some members of the Council, Katri remained adamant on keeping Lokun as her student. And in a surprising turn of events, Master Yoda publicly backed Katri's decision.

Since that day, Lokun was determined to uphold the Jedi code to the best of her ability - in honour of her late master’s memory. And we weren't about to break that streak now. 

When Lokun looked up once more, she was met with a half observant, half knowing look from Yoda. 

“Want to know why paired you with Dooku, I did?” This question caught the woman off guard, as did the other councillors. Some were leaning forward in their seats, all attention on the little green troll.

“If that is possible, yes.”

Yoda snorted good naturedly. “Paired you with Dooku I did, was to curb his draw to the dark side. Always learning, we Jedi are, therefore though a padawan takes instructions from their Master, the Master should learn from their padawans as well. Learn to contain the dark side since your Initiate days, you have. Hoped Dooku could have learnt from you in that regard, I did.” The Grandmaster sighed. “Too arrogant and self-centred, Dooku had become. More cynical, Qui-Gon’s death made him with the Order.” He now looked towards her, in which Lokun was prepared to swear she saw tears glisten in those big, wise eyes of his. “Failed my old padawan, I have. Failed to look out for the signs, I did.”

The room was silent at the Grandmaster’s confession, each taking in Master Yoda’s words in their own way. Lokun’s heart shattered for Master Yoda, for she of all people knew how it felt to have disappointed others; to be a disappointment when you were expected to be at the pinnacle of things. 

“Master.” The woman now stepped forward and knelt before the green figure. “You have not failed. My Master Yan Dooku was a good man, a good jedi. A man who was excellent in his sabre skills as he was in his mental prowess. He moulded me into the person I am today, and if not for his tutelage i would still be stumbling over my own feet every time I wield my sabre; I would not have been encouraged to pick up Jar’kai, nor would I have had the skills of negotiation that we as an organisation seem to be lacking.” Lokun smiled at the memory of Dooku using the training sabre to swipe her feet the first time they met - how frustrated she was at him back then! “People change, such is the nature of things. After a certain stage, a Master cannot be blamed for the actions of his padawan; such is the necessity of accountability and the understanding of agency.” 

Lokun stood up and gave a sweeping glance towards the rest of the council: Some were looking at her with admiration(Obi-Wan), others with scepticism (Mace Windu). She powered on nevertheless. “Why Dooku defected I do not know. Though I was his padawan, Dooku had always been a private man. I was not made privy to his inner thoughts or feelings throughout my padawanship with him, and such status quo remained long after I was knighted. But what I do know is this: the man defected for a reason. He made his bed, and he is prepared to lay in it in the long run. What I simply wish to know is what motivated him to do so and why.”

Yoda nodded. “Misjudged you, I have. Alot about reading people, I wish I learnt from Dooku.” the green troll chuckled at the hypocrisy of his own words, before giving a discreet glance towards Master Windu, who simply raised an eyebrow. “One observation about you, Dooku made. Told me, he did. And after listening to you, right he is.”

Lokun raised both eyebrows in curiosity. The Grandmaster now hesitated slightly, as if contemplating if what he was about to say was appropriate in the given setting. 

“Little value for your own life, you hold. Onto a higher goal you cling to, so as to feel a sense of satisfaction and purpose.” Yoda’s tone softened, as did his voice. “Always available I am, if you need someone to talk to.”

Normally, most people would feel a sense of relief when being assured by the Grandmaster of the jedi order, but for Lokun it created an opposite effect. She felt disgusted. 

“Excuse me.” And with those words she turned abruptly and left the chambers, leaving behind a worried Master Yoda, a concerned Obi-Wan Kenobi and a frustrated Mace Windu. 

[rays-of-fire-and-ice]

Hiii! For the fanfic asks game you recently shared, would you mind answering 2 and 20? I'm looking forward to your vision, especially for 20. Feel free to dissert 😊

fanfic writer asks

2. What is your favorite paragraph from (insert story title you want to know about here, or leave it blank for writer’s choice)? Is there a reason it’s your favorite?

Going to go with my most recent fic for this one. The final paragraph from What the Future Holds haunts me a little ever since I posted the fic:

Her heart throbs when he flips his hand around and interlaces his fingers between hers in a tight grip. It’s all they can do for now as a cloud passes over the moon and the laughter continues outside.

I loved how this turned out. I love the bittersweet image it conjures up in my mind. Toshiro and Momo sit silently against the wall in darkness, lamenting on the future and trying to find hope, all the while the world continues on without them outside - the moon, their only light source through the gap in the doorway, vanishes behind a cloud, and the Shinigami carry on around the fire, laughing and chatting and being normal. It's a sharp contrast that puts their situation into perspective, and somehow makes them even more lonely in their struggle. The future only has one certainty at that point: that Toshiro will die sooner than he should. All they can do in the present is hold hands and hope in silence.

20. Is there anything about any one of your fics that you have been dying to discuss but haven’t had the chance to?

The process for writing On the Shoreline was absolutely wild! I allude to it in the author's note, but seriously, this fic just kept transforming until it reached to what was posted.

My original intent was just to do a purely fluffy fic about Toshiro and Momo going to beach by themselves, doing all the typical beach stuff - shaved ice, walks on the beach, swimming the ocean, collecting seashells, and so on - with Toshiro being a grump but wanting to be supportive for Momo's sake. Momo gets caught up in the excitement of being at the beach and wanting to do all the typical beach things she read about in World of the Living magazines and books, but seeing Toshiro isn't coping 100% well with everything she wants them to do, tries to steer the activities into things that involve cooling him down.

However, midway through writing a scene at sunset, an image of Toshiro just standing in the water, staring out on the horizon, and Momo unsure how to approach him, suddenly came to mind. It interested me, because I don't think the beach would be a place where Toshiro would contemplate something - he'd be too bothered by the heat and everything he doesn't like about the beach - and Momo looking unsure what she should do. I pursued the idea, and at first came up with the idea that he's reflecting on something he'd done on a mission, on a failing of his. He came to beach with Momo because he wanted to escape thinking about it, but it only made it worse; not only is reflecting on this failing, he's also self-critical about trying to not think about it and 'escape' from it. I came to a halt with this idea though when I got stuck on the moment Momo wades through the water to get to him, and I didn't know what to write to get him to say what was on his mind to her; it felt like he would be really guarded about this.

I have this section of scene tucked away still in the deleted scenes of the fic:

With her lips in a tight line and a fist over her heart, Momo walks down to the shoreline. She concentrates on Toshiro shadow, watching it ripple and warp with each wave that bobs and crests to the shoreline. She raises her other hand to shade her eyes against the sunset's glare. Even when she finally wades through the water, he doesn't turn around.

She finds the edge of his reiatsu's influence, the water around her shin's becoming icy cold. With a shiver that rattles her teeth, she lets out an iota of her own reiatsu. It's take several seconds, but when the the sea's temperature is bearable, she continues towards him.

She thinks to speak up, alert him to her presence if he isn't aware, but nothing comes out of her mouth, even as she stops an arms length away from him. He hasn't moved a muscle, as if he'd turned into one of his own ice sculptures. Somehow, though, she knows he's aware she there. Maybe it's in the fact he hasn't turned to her, that whatever is making him like this is something he wants to hide from her.

If that's the case, she should turn around, go back to the inn and wait for him. But she can't move, doesn't want to.

She does what feels natural, and lifts her hand to his shoulder. "Hitsugaya-kun?"

So then I went back through what I'd written prior, and realised all this fluffiness it now didn't fit with the later scenes. I went through and edited them to include hints that Toshiro was being troubled by something, but it didn't work.

I returned back to the scene in the water, and wrote backwards from that scene. I then had a fic set during the ten year timeskip where Momo wanted to take a break from the Soul Society reconstruction and Toshiro came along. However, this didn't get too far as I thought it'd be out of character for them to take a break like this in the World of the Living, specially if it's over multiple days.

I thought more on the fic in the next few days, with a few images coming to mind - Toshiro fanning himself outside an inn while a commotion is going on inside, Momo and Rangiku shopping for clothes in a store and stepping out to a beach view, and Toshiro walking aroudn the inn to get fresh air, ending up in a courtyard with Renji also awake. For those that read the fic, you'll know the first idea made it into the fic, the second one didn't (but may or may not be included in a future sequel fic ;D) and the last got modified with Renji not involved - I think this idea came to me because I think an interaction between Toshiro and Renji would be interesting.

The image of Toshiro outside of the inn again showed him being pensive, reflecting on something. Again I got to thinking what would make him be like this, at a beach of all places! But then I thought about the commotion going on. Was he annoyed by the noise? What was the big deal that caused whoever was in there to get into an argument?

But then came the question that more or less set the story on to it's path: why the heck are there so many characters here? It lead to me questioning what time period would this be? I think this, combined with 1) the fact I wanted to write about the revelations from the No Breathes From Hell oneshot, and 2) I had an idea to write a fic about Toshiro visiting Jushiro's grave, made me realise Toshiro was reflecting on what happened with Jushiro's Konso Reisai and what might happen if he dies before they can figure out how to stop the Captains from ending up in hell.

The rest is more or less history. So in the end, the setting determined where the fic would go. Told you it was wild! XD

Thanks for sending these in! :D

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tagged by @komawo THANK YOU SM, I am soooo honoured to be included and I’m so sorry for the delays!!!! And omg of course you fit into the Tumblr community, I can’t believe you would even question this! 

hot or cold shower: hot shower, my self-care practice is to drench myself in a hot shower and question all my choices in life

texting or calling: calling, so I think working from home has really soured my attitude towards texting or any text-related form of communication like emails, chats, etc...I can’t begin to tally the time and energy wasted on the back-and-forths, the typos, the waiting for people to respond, the misinterpretations and misunderstandings, the passive aggressive tension...like honestly, just press the little phone icon on MS Teams and we can resolve this 3-day email chain in 10-minutes, it’s not that hard.

earbuds or headphones: earbuds, got my first Air Pods this year and I’m not going back!!! If you have an iPhone, nothing will make more sense than Air Pods, I promise you.

paperback or hardcover: paperback, there’s something very nostalgic about the feel of a paperback book in my hand. It takes me back to a simpler and more innocent time, where all your life’s toughest questions could be answered in a satisfying concluding chapter of the book you’ve been working through.

More below the cut (because this got kinda long lol)...

matte or gel: I have no idea what this is referring to but my mind went to nails…like gel nails or the….other type idk. So my answer is idk...

12 hr clock or 24 hr clock: 12 hour, 24-hour clock is too complicated for my brain

blue or green: blue, favourite colour 💙 Only reason why I picked Team Mystic in PoGo

sunsets or sunrises: I wish I could say both but am I ever up to actually see a sunrise? 🤣

tulips or orchids: orchids, I grew up with orchids all around me. Even now, there are orchids everywhere in our abode because my mother loves tending to them. It’s actually kinda cute to see her tend to her hobby.

candle light or moonlight: moonlight 🌝 not only is moonlight prettier, but it doesn’t stoke my anxiety and give me constant fear that everything in my home would be burned down lol

sci-fi or horror: sci-fi, me and my anxiety cannot handle horror anything, nope.

pen or pencil: pen, I WANT TO MARK THAT SHIT DOWN IN PERMANENCE! Plus, I love Muji pens

pandas or koalas: pandas, #teambamboo

gold or silver: gold, it pops more when I incorporate gold into any projects I’m working on, silver kinda blends into the background, unless I’m using a dark background but I rare use dark backgrounds.

sneakers or boots: sneakers, comfy and practical 😊

denim or leather jacket: neither because they’re both uncomfortable, but out of the two, I would say denim

pink or purple: pink, esp pastel pink

choco or sour candy: sour candy, I used to hate sour, but the older I get, the more I crave sour things. I don’t know what that means…am I Hydrogen ion deficient or something?

deodorant or perfume: perfume, deodorant makes my skin feel all weird. Maybe I’m allergic

drive-in theater or cinema: cinema, I do miss going to the movies. I haven’t been as often since COVID lockdown and would really like to go back on a regular basis. Also, I’ve never been to a drive-in theatre but imagine it would be too distracting with everything around me. I really want to immerse myself in the movie….that’s why I enjoy going to the cinema a lot

pastel blue or earth tones: pastel blue, favourite colour pt. 2 💙 💙

lemonade or fruit juice: lemonade, goes back to my sour thing

past or future: As cliché as it sounds, I do try my best to live in the present so…neither?

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7 for the OTP ask <3

Sorry this took so long. That word count was stressing me out lol. Never bothered to keep track before.😊

So here it is. Esther gives John a present.

Snippet under the cut

The warm light of the golden afternoon shined through the window of Esther's bedroom bouncing off her hair as she moved. John watched her, smiling contentedly as she buzzed about searching for something. His Yale sweater hung loosely off her shoulder, the hem coming down past her hips. 

He thought she looked very cute with her pigtails and little white socks, his breath hitching slightly whenever she leaned over and he caught a glimpse of her flowered panties. 

"Yes!" She exclaimed pulling a large wrapped box out from under her dresser. Hopping toward him, grinning broadly. 

"I found it. Your birthday present."

He raised a brow at her, his lips turning thin as he frowned. He usually tried to ignore his birthday. Being born on Halloween had hardly been something to celebrate in the Duncan's household. He had purposely made sure to stay in his own apartment for his birthday. Avoiding her.

"I told you I don't celebrate my birthday. Besides it was yesterday. We missed it."

She smiled up at him cocking her head to the side. It made her look a bit like a bird. 

"No we didn't. Your birthday is today not yesterday silly."

"What?" He just stared at her, confused. "I know when my birthday is Esther. The thirty-first was yesterday. You missed it."

Esther shook her head holding the present out to him.

"I know the thirty-first was yesterday but that's not your birthday. Your birthday is today. November first."

He took the present from her, his head cocked to the side.

"No it's not…you can't…just…"

She grinned up at him.

"Sure I can. You hate your birthday. So it's not your birthday anymore. Today is. From now on. So Happy Birthday Hummingbird."

He laughed, he couldn't help it. He started to open the present as Esther turned to her closet to find something to wear.  Listening to her as she regaled him with the details of how she got the gift.

"I was at the fabric store with mama and I saw this there and just thought of you. I knew I could make something out of it."

He hummed a little as he put the box on the bed and lifted the lid, an eyebrow raising.

"Took forever to make, and Micheal got me the leather. Meemaw found the buttons. Daddy helped me with the lining, so it's removable and he helped me waterproof the whole thing"

Esther's voice was cheery and bright. He lifted the coat from the box. Dark, with leather on the shoulders. Buckles at the collar and sleeves. With the most ridiculous airplane print all over it and buttons with scales on them. His first thought was that it was tacky and kinda ugly. The stitching was wonky, and some of the buttons were uneven. And he loved it.

 He was still staring at, a crooked grin on his face when she turned to him finally dressed.

"Do you like it?"

John turned his head to her, she bit her lip and started stammering, her small hands making almost apologetic gestures.

"I know it's probably not as nice as your other clothes and…"

He put the coat down and strode over to her, pulling her close and kissed her, cutting her off mid sentence. Smiling down at her when he broke the kiss. His voice soft, almost like he might cry just a little.

"I love it. No one's ever made me a present before. I'll wear it all the time."

Esther's face lit up like the Fourth of July. Smiling from ear to ear.

"Really. Sarah said it was campy and a little tacky. I was worried you'd hate it."

John just smiles, a smile that reaches his eyes. Broad and real. A smile that has graced his face a lot since he'd met her. The coat was campy, and tacky. But then again so was he sometimes. And he didn't care. It was the most wonderful gift he'd ever received. And she was the most wonderful person he'd ever met. Why she loved him he'd never know.

"It's perfect and I don't deserve it. Just like you."

"Happy birthday hummingbird."

He laughed, surrendering to her change of his birthday and kissed her again. It really was the best birthday of his whole life.

[surrealsunday]

I think the issue with Payu and Rain is that they had no interesting storyline. Boss and Noeul had amazing chemistry and even though Rain was immature and kind of annoying in the beginning, he ended up growing on me a lot, and it also worked with the dynamic of the couple. What annoyed me the most was their big Climax ended up being very underwhelming and the conflict just came out of nowhere and honestly didn’t make much sense to me. It was kind of odd tbh. Pai and Sky had so much more richness to their story in a way the former couple didn’t. They had a much deeper connection by the end of the series and I felt Payu and Rain were lacking a bit. Even the conflict of “Payu is cheating on me because I saw 0.2 seconds of a friendly interaction without any context so I’m gonna run away” felt a bit lazy in the writing department if I’m being honest. It’s such an overused trope that it just bugs me anymore when I see it. I think I would’ve enjoyed the first half a little better if their storyline had a little more substance to it. I’d still rec it to people but it’s be more of a “it’s terrible but you’ll love it” kind of thing. It’s a guilty pleasure lol!

Please keep getting hooked on BL’s because I need more of the good ones. You’ve gotten me hooked on at least two now.

- Crazy Theory Anon 👋🏻

Crazy theory anon hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 😊❤️️❤️️❤️️

Ok yes 100% to this. I did not even get into the Payu/ Rain storyline because I literally forget it exists lmao. What even was that final hour conflict?! I've talked to another friend about this too. It was just unnecessary. They could had had the climax conflict for that storyline be Rain's reservations about being public with his relationship, and how that would be a problem considering others' desire for Payu and the general jealousy they both harbour when it comes to the other. But I guess they were held back by the book storyline which I'm assuming was about what we saw play out on screen. Also as an aside, Chan wasn't a character who was poorly presented at all. He honestly was pretty cool. But kinnporsche has ruined me and literally all I could think when Chan came on screen was that Kinn would have done it so much better 😂.

Pai and Sky absolutely had a better, more interesting, and more appropriately developed storyline. I was pretty nervous about how the show would handle such a serious topic. In general I watched LITA in a pretty light-hearted way, so it made me nervous that they had introduced a storyline with real trauma and dark themes. But I was pleasantly surprised by how it all went down. I thought overall they did a really good job of showing how Sky's trauma affected his life and relationships, and they managed to make him a truly strong and incredible character, even as they had Pai 'save' him in many ways (not in a 'love heals all wounds' way, but in a 'the loving, unconditional support of a partner can help you begin healing' kind of way). I hate the 'oh no he's cheating' trope too, but at the very least, it made sense from Sky's pov and how they had built the storyline (with Pai being a playboy, and Sky’s self-worth being 6 feet under). And I appreciated that they resolved it in one ep and it resulted in such an impactful confrontation and confessions of love. I was worried about how the Gunn stuff would go too but I was soooo satisfied with how it was handled. I appreciated so much that they didn't go the route of Pai bursting into the room and freaking out in jealousy or thinking Sky was cheating, etc etc. That they had him confused and worried and holding back on his reaction until he understood the situation made me love his character even more (and then beating in Gunn's face was just a bonus 😌). And I don't think I will ever get over the way the line 'Can't I be only yours?' destroyed my heart and soul. That is the kind of angsty line that will stay with me (I say that as the highest compliment).

I do love that the show gave such different pairings tho and neither tried to be the other. Payu and Rain were the sort of ridiculous, fun, light-hearted pairing that I would expect of a comedy in uni... the kind of couple you can believe date through uni and who knows about the future. Sky and Pai were the much more intense 'soulmates' kind of bond that I am a total sucker for. And it was done so believably that the marriage convo at the end wasn't forced at all but made perfect sense - it was the future I saw for them. So I like that whatever characters or relationships people preferred in the show, everyone kind of came out winning.

Love that you get into these shows too tho! It's so much fun! I really only have two recs in the BL world so far apart from Kinnporsche (tho I agree LITA is definite rec in a ‘it’s terrible, you’ll love it’ way lol). I'll summarize them below, but have you watched Not Me? You gotta watch that one. For some reason when I saw stuff on tumblr about it, I didn't think I'd like it. But my god... I was wrong. Watch it! And the other is Manner of Death (different experience but more adult and genuinely so enjoyable). Here are some details so you can decide for yourself:

1. Not Me - The easiest rec. It’s completely brilliant even outside of the world of BLs. The actors are seriously phenomenal, their chemistry is top notch (they’re apparently one of the big BL couples, though I didn’t know that before watching), the storyline is really apropos of the world’s current state, it’s not explicit in the way Kinnporsche or LITA are but it’s not PG, and the soundtrack (which personally really affects my viewing experience and can make or break a show for me) is 👌👌👌. Watch it.

2. Manner of Death - I loved this one but I will qualify that statement by saying I loved the murder mystery plot and if that isn’t your jam, you may not, because while the love story is absolutely there, the murder plot is at the core of the show. I loved Max and Tul as the leads (their chemistry is 🔥), I loved the dark, adult plot-line (this not a teeny bopper romance or storyline), and I loved that I was surprised multiple times while watching. I will say that Tul is a much weaker actor than Max imo, but he still managed to create a charming character, and the actors’ chemistry makes up for anything lacking.

If you watch either, you must let me know your thoughts! 

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#OnThisDay artwork: Dec 27th, 2017

Title: Family Presents Open

This is a "Christmas" drawing for MuruKir and the Speedsters Family. 🎄🌟

All my current O.C.'s are here in one paper, and yeah still Christmas in December after Christmas day. 🙂 Although, a few days to go before new year's upon us, as we entered 2018.

But in the mean time, MuruKir and the Speedsters family are opening their presents during Christmas day. Here are the ff items that they want:

• The twins got their new R.C. Cars with with red (for Riya) and blue (for Spot) colors. They're so like, they want to test it out. 🙂

• MuruKir got a new star rod Christmas theme w/ build in glow in the dark and light on feature. So he'll see during dark and also used as a night light to prevent from his nightmares. And also he'll always to play though.

• The twins' father Bonn just got his first own a mini flying drone/quadcopter with build in removable action cam. Just what he needs for his shooting outdoors.

• And finally, Rita just what she wants, a multi purpose mini blender. Now she'll make her delicious and nutritious healthy made foods to start her morning breakfast before exercise.

All of them are really enjoying this festivity holiday, and they're glad.😊

🎅🎄 So, Merry Christmas.🌟🎁

MuruKir & the Speedsters Family - created by ME!

[imkylotrash]

Hey dear 😊 I really enjoy reading your winx imagines, but didn't have any particular request until now. I'm going through a tough patch right now health wise. I'd like to request for saul and reader, whos a fellow specialist instructor, and reader gets wounded by a burned one and she's anxious while it's hunted down so she can get better. Saul comforts her by sharing his own near-death experience with the burned one that Sky and the fairies take down in the show, and helps her apply zanbaq

I'm sorry to hear that, baby! I hope this makes you feel better. Also, my inbox is always open if you need to talk 💛

"They should be back by now," you say, stepping away from the window only to start pacing back and forth. Every step causes you pain, but you're a specialist. You've been trained to hide your pain, to fight through every second, and you'll be damned if you let Saul see just how much pain you're actually in.

"They will be. Sit down," he says, guiding you to one of the chairs. You sit down, careful to keep your expression neutral.

"It's been three days. It might not matter soon," you point out. You need him to be ready, in case you have to leave him. He needs to know that if you do go, it is not voluntarily. You want many more years with him.

"I have full faith that they'll succeed. If I didn't, I'd be out there hunting it myself." His hands are steady as he pulls out the flask with zanbaq and motions for you to lift up your shirt.

"I can do it," you start, but he immediately pulls the flask out of your reach.

"Let me take care of you," he says. It's not an order, and it's not a question. It is somewhere in between that, allowing you the choice to deny him. Of course, you could never actually deny him. Not when he's looking at you like the world is on fire.

"Okay." You surrender as he lifts up your shirt to reveal the nasty gash the Burned One gave you.

"I know what it feels like, you know. Waiting around, feeling like you just might go crazy." You've heard about the time he was attacked by a Burned One, but you didn't know him back then. You weren't there to comfort him or save him, and he never talked about it - until now.

"I thought I was going to die. I'd just about accepted it when that idiotic kid ran into the forest." He's lost in his own thoughts as he gently spreads the zanbaq across your abdomen.

"I'm really glad he was stupid enough to do that," you smile, cupping Saul's cheek and bringing him back to the present.

"I owe him my life," Saul states. Once he's redressed the wound, he helps you get back to bed. He kisses your forehead and moves toward the door but you grab his wrist to stop him.

"Where are you going?" You can't be left alone with your thoughts. You'll go crazy wondering how the hunt is going.

"I was just going to turn the lights off." Once the room is dark, he crawls under the covers with you, holding you tightly. You know that as calm as he is trying to be, he's as worried as you. And despite what he said earlier, you know it's killing him not to be out there hunting the Burned One yourself. But you'd asked him to stay, and so he did.

"Thank you for being here," you whisper once you're certain he's fallen asleep.

Almost two days pass before you feel a difference. It's slow at first as you regain your strength, but by the end of the day you know they've succeeded.

"I told you it was nothing to worry about," Saul teases but he hugs you a little tighter that day. And miraculously, his hand always seems to find yours.

"I guess I should've had a little more faith," you reply, looking over at the man who you know is willing to move heaven and hell to keep you safe. You decide right then and there that if there's something you're going to have faith in, it's him. Him and his too big heart and the way he always knows exactly what you need. He is your past, present, and future. You exist in an extension of him and vice versa. It's the only truth you'll ever accept as universal.

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[scarletttries]

Soft Kendall Roy x Reader Headcanons:

Pairing: Kendall Roy (Succession) x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Rating: Explicit

Author’s Note: A little change from my current flow of Adrian Chase content, but I recently finished Succession and my saviour complex was so triggered by sad boy Kendall Roy and I have so many thoughts about how much he would react to a reader being genuinely kind to him so I had to get them out there. Fellow succession fans please send me your Roy family thoughts 😊

Soft Kendall Roy x Reader Headcanons

I picture you coming into his life as a carer for Logan once he is home after his time in hospital. I think seeing someone who literally spends their whole life looking after others would shake Kendall’s world view to its core. Watching you speaking politely to his father, being caring while never showing any frustration as Logan intentionally tries to manipulate you and push your buttons, would leaving him immediately captivated by you.

You would become a regular part of the Roy family, trailing close by Logan in your healthcare uniform doing what your job required, but always being friendly to his children. You'd spent enough time in private healthcare to know that families with this kind of money were often endlessly cruel to each other, so being an easy, warm presence quickly had each of the Logan kids taking the time to speak to you whenever the occasion presented itself, all except Kendall, keeping his distance and watching you from afar, trying to understand where you fit in the way he viewed other people.

The first time he would really speak to you, you'd be called in on your day off after Logan took a turn and collapsed, and the way you sprinted through the penthouse on your arrival, calmly commanding the room with your expertise left him in awe of you. Logan spoke to you showing rare vulnerability, scared for his health and having gained a level of respect for you over the weeks you had cared for him, and Kendall wouldn't be able to take his eyes off you as you worked. It was the first time he had seen you out of uniform, dressed in lighter colours, hair falling loose, looking like a human ray of sunshine. He fetched you a disgustingly expensive bottle of water, wanting to do something to help in a desperate situation. As he handed it to you, mumbling a thank you for rushing in so fast, you kindly thanked him, smiling at him properly for the first time, something he was desperate to have happen again and again. Logan even called him a good boy for helping you and, as you nodded in agreement, Kendall really thought you might actually see some good in him.

From that moment Kendall was around the penthouse more, under the guise of caring for his father, but genuinely desperate to spend as much time in your warmth as possible. He spoke to you more and more, trying to find out more about the person behind the light, and wanting you to know more and more about him, like he could absolve his self-loathing if he explained himself to you.

Even as Logan's health recovered he kept you around, fearful of taking a turn when you weren't nearby. One Saturday night he had you attend a ball with him and the rest of the Roy’s. He had Gerri pick up a dress for you, hoping you'd blend into the crowd better, easily the most expensive gown you had ever seen, let alone wore. As the orchestra picked up, he told Kendall to dance with you, hoping to make you look like one of his son's dates, conscious of the rumours that would swirl if his critics knew he had a medical profession with him everywhere he went. As Kendall awkwardly rested his hands at your waist, scared his touch would somehow mar you in his darkness, you tried to break the tension,

"It's probably for the best your father didn't leave me unattended on the dance floor. I'm usually all uncoordinated limbs and if the mood strikes me, I might even try and break dance, which would probably injure a few innocent bystanders." He laughed easily as you spoke, a rare occurrence for him, retorting,

"It's actually to protect the family name from my dance moves, I'm all hips and twerking, it's not dignified but I’m very talented." You laughed at the mental image, settling into your position draped around his shoulders as you swayed. "It's nice to see you out of your uniform by the way." He ventured, feeling desperate to cross a line of familiarity with you, and you blushed,

"Thank you. Gerri chose this little number, but now I'm going to be in love with her for the next few weeks because no-one’s ever bought me a ball gown before." You shrugged, earning another laugh from Kendall who said softly,

"Lucky Gerri." At that moment you got distracted by a buzzing on the smartwatch Shiv had bought you, so you could set silent reminders for all Logan’s medications and observations.

"I have to go bother your father again, but thank you for the dance Kendall." You said sincerely, mocking a formal curtsy as you left him alone on the dance floor, wondering how long it had been since he had smiled that much.

Logan would insist on having you come into the office with him, and you were happy to oblige, getting a fun excuse to go office-wear shopping with Shiv, who relished having the closest thing to a sister she had ever had, and having even more opportunities to bump into Kendall. You would notice his eyes found you in every meeting you sat in, always flitting away quickly when he realised you had seen him. He'd find excuses to come into his father's office when he wasn't there, bringing you a drink so he could get a few minutes of your undivided attention, enough to sustain him through the day. Until it wasn't.

On one of your rare nights off you had gone out with your friends, staggering back to your apartment late and tipsy, only to find Kendall sat outside your door, holding a pizza. As you walked up he looked at you, the usual sadness in his eyes dissipating as you approached him, immediately concerned,

"Kendall are okay, are you hurt? Is your dad hurt? Also is that pizza?" You rambled out, worries fading as he laughed and shook his head,

"No! Everyone is fine, I just wanted to see you, and thought I could exchange pizza for spending time with you." He admitted, and you laughed at his confession,

"In that case, welcome to my home Kendall," you bowed as you opened your door, stumbling a bit as you did, "And you don't need to bribe me to spend time with me, although that being said, please give me the pizza."

"I take it you went out on your night off?" He chuckled stepping gingerly into your home. Your little apartment was nicely furnished and decorated, and you'd put a lot of effort into making it feel like home, something Kendall immediately felt as he entered. There were pictures of you with friends, bright cared-for plants, soft blankets, colourful mugs on display, nothing like the clean, cold places he'd spend his life; he never wanted to leave.

"Well I don't tend to dress like his to hit the library on a Friday night 'dall." You joked back, doing a twirl to show off your party dress before settling onto your coach to eat. You tapped the cushion beside you, beckoning him in, resolved not to think too hard about why he was here or whether you should try and retain some air of professionalism. He joined you, slightly entranced by the sight of you, comfortable and eating in your sexy dress, and spluttered out,

"Did you call me 'dall?"

"Well yeah. I figure some people call you Ken because it's the first half of your name, but Dall is the second half of your name, and it sounds like 'doll' which is a cute thing to call someone and it makes sense because you're pretty." You nodded resolutely, knowing your sober self would be kicking herself right now, but enjoying the freedom you felt speaking to him on your own terms.

"I like it." He said quietly, a rosy hue cropping across his cheeks. You sat together talking for a while, resting your head on his shoulder as you relaxed, telling him about some of the framed pictures across your walls. Eventually you dragged yourself to your feet,

"I appreciate you coming Ken, but it's pretty late and I need to some sleep" You monitored his reaction carefully as he took a deep gulp, looking sadly at his feet. "But if you don't want to go yet, you can crash in my spare room. It's not the five stars you're probably used to, but I've not had any complaints yet,” you said boldly, gesturing to the small corridor behind him. He nodded, facing lighting up at the thought of not having to trapse home alone. Bidding him goodnight you pulled him into a tight hug, holding it for as long as it took for him to respond, wrapping his arms back around you, a quiet thank you falling from his lips.

You woke up early, feeling a little delicate and running through the events of the night, hardly believing your memories at all. Knowing this was all way too much to handle before coffee you pulled on a skirt and jumper combination and quietly made your way to the coffee shop across from your building. The fresh air provided the clarity you needed and as you came back through your front door, two coffees in hand, you were pleased to see Kendall was up and had settled back on your sofa, in his exact position from the night before, flicking through the photo album on your coffee table.

"I thought we could both use a coffee, and I've seen you try and use a machine before so felt safest to leave it to a professional." You joked, handing him a cup, and sitting next to him, an arm gently resting on his shoulder,

"How are you feeling from your night?" He asked, as you took a gulp and nodded,

"Yeah I'm back to the land of the sober, it wasn't too crazy. How are you feeling this morning?" You countered, now almost certain what level of feelings had brought him to your door.

"A lot better for spending time with you. So, thank you." He said quietly, smiling at his hands, not able to meet your eyes. You set down your cup, and shifted to straddle to his lap, his eyes shining up at you like he had just seen an angel descend from the heavens.

"I'm really glad I could make you feel better." You breathed out softly, lowering your lips to his so slowly he worried they would never meet. But as you delicately kissed him, he felt like his cold heart had restarted, filling his body with warm. As he gently traced his fingertips over your cheek, brushing your hair behind your ear, he felt something he had long given up on; Hope.

All it took was one kiss to send Kendall into full boyfriend mode. You got a constant stream of texts through the workday, his inner monologue spilling out, punctuated by emojis. He was at your apartment whenever you were, spending your nights off bringing you fancy dinners, feeling like he still had to buy his way into your life.

Kendall would definitely be big into gift giving - he knows he has resources no-one else has access to and wants you to feel the full benefits of the role you play in his life. He would be thoughtful too, knowing what you value most and getting you the best possible version - whether that's a designer backpack, the latest games console, or casually dropping that you no longer have any student loans. One day when he turned up to your home, arms full of designer dresses, remembering your comment about Gerri, you felt like you had to address it with him.

"Kendall I love all my gifts so much, but I want to tell you this just in case no-one else ever has - you don't have to buy me things to make me like you. I would like even if you didn't get me gifts. Because I like you for your personality, and also the way you look." You feigned a dramatic swoon, covering your face as you blushed at your confession. Kendall laughed but looked genuinely moved as you continued,

"I like you because you are smart, and interesting, and nice to me, and I think you're funny, and I like your face and I think the clothes you wear are cool, and spending time with you makes me happy. So while I am always happy to accept the amazing things you buy me, you could never buy me another gift and I'd still like you 'dall. Except I guess on my birthday because all my friends get me a birthday present..." He cut you off with a sweet kiss, practically pulling you on top of him, before daring to comment,

"You really like me." He said softly, more to himself than anyone else, confirming that something he had long thought impossible had come true, before launching into an excited rant about all the things he would get you for your next birthday.

As your relationship got more established, Kendall would definitely get jealous of the other men working at the Waystar office, and the way their eyes would follow you as you followed Logan to meetings and spent hours in his office. Occasionally when you would be sat in Logan's office alone while he was in a private meeting, Kendall would see one of the senior office guys gearing himself up to approach you, so he’d make a point to walk in, sitting right next to you, hand on your thigh. He would lean in close, pretending to read whatever you were typing on your tablet, nuzzling your hair with his nose, before making prolonged eye contact with whichever challenger wanted to approach you today. You quickly figured out what he was doing the first time it happened, looking up at his face, his eyes still fixed on your screen and reassured him,

"Don't worry, I'm sure they can tell they don't have a chance."

"Because I'm the boss's son?"

"Because of the way I look at you 'dall."

He turned to meet your gaze, overwhelmed by the warmth in your smile, the love in your eyes before you quickly turned back to your screen, stoking the fires of office gossip with the huge smile spreading across Kendall's face.

Kendall would finally get to feel like he could enjoy some of the parts of a normal life with you. You'd lead him through a grocery store and then leave him awestruck by cooking even a simple meal. You’d support him without manipulation or alternative motives, something he would never take for granted. He wanted to share his every thought with you, finally trusting someone enough to let them in, no longer terrified of having his every word turned against him. You taught him what a family and a home felt like, and while he never said, he knew he'd give up everything the Roy name offered if it meant he could be a part of your family of two forever.

Can you imagine how much fun it would be to bring Kendall to a karaoke bar!!! He would have the best time and buy everyone who sang a drink, and perform like 8 raps and it would be the best night of his life.

NSFW: I firmly believe Kendall would feel like he is always working to earn your love and affection, and this would come out so much in your sex life. He would absolutely worship your body, relishing in the true intimacy, not leaving a single curve unkissed. He would pride himself on spending as long as you could take with his head between your legs, wanting to give you even a fraction of the pleasure and affection you showered over him when he felt like no one else could. He would handle you so delicately, even when his jealousy flared up, never wanting to hurt or frighten the most important person in his life, aware his temper had been an issue in past relationships. He would also be absolutely entranced by you whenever you were on top of him, staring up at you like a man rediscovering his faith.

Your life with Kendall would never be simple, between schemes and business and his tumultuous family, but together you were in a better place than he had ever known. He knew he could get through anything with you.

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Always Be There | J.K

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Pairing: Jordan Kent x fem! teen!reader

Request: “Hi! Hope ur doing well😊 Could I request a Jordan Kent x Reader where instead of Tal-Rho taking Clark he takes the reader because she’s psychic and can tell what plans of his will fail but when he tries to use the red beam thingy it fails and she beats the living daylights out of him but when she comes back Jordan immediately gets attached and its all fluffy and Clark thanks her but its not over cause Tal-Rho killed her fathers and Lois and Clark let her stay and then just more fluff with Jordan pls🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼” | Requested by Anonymous

A/N: First fic of 2022!!! I changed the ending because I’m not comfortable with the whole Barry and Iris “siblings to lovers” trope. I honestly think it’s the weirdest thing ever because the show will be so quick to call everyone family until the two actually raised as family get married. But anyways, this isn’t the time nor place to criticize The Flash’s plot.

Summary: When Tal-Rho abducts you from a car crash, you find yourself to have an unimaginable power inside of you.

Warnings: Implied threat of torture

Word Count: ~1.6k

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The last thing you remembered before blacking out was the car crash and Morgan Edge’s red eyes before you were lifted off the ground.

Now, there you were, lying on the cold, stone floor of the previously remote desert base of Superman’s greatest enemy this year.

Lifting your head, you squinted at the unexpected brightness in the room, contrasting its dark emotional atmosphere. Although the lighting was courtesy of the structure’s geographical setting, you figured that the cheerfulness stopped there.

Morgan Edge, now known to you as Tal-Rho, entered the room with an aura of superiority as he looked down to where you were, shriveled on the ground.

“Get up. At least act like you are deserving of your power,” he ordered, disgust present in his tone.

Without moving an inch from your curled up position, you dryly asked, “Where am I?”

Losing patience, Tal-Rho demanded, “Stand or else I will make you stand.”

Still refusing his command, you simply rolled over to look him in the eye, “Where. Am. I?”

Your captor’s eyes began to turn red and you shut your own, bracing yourself for the pain that would come.

Instead, a hologram flickered to life and demanded the attention of your kidnapper.

“My son, let us not injure such a crucial element of our mission before we have even started,” the man spoke, causing your eyes to shoot open in surprise at the stranger intervening on your behalf.

Tal-Rho was equally surprised at his father’s request, although for the opposite reason. He had never known his father to be so merciful, especially to someone refusing to follow his orders. But then again, Tal-Rho supposed that he had never really known his father.

The hologram then turned its attention to you, his eyes observing your form in an inquisitive manner.

“I have to admit, I have never met a being such as yourself in person before,” he noted before looking down at his intangible form, “Although, the statement does remain true due to my current circumstance.”

You remained uninterested in whatever the alien had to say, and Zeta-Rho took your unsympathetic expression as a prompt to get to the point.

“However you… you are extraordinary. Child, your mere blood retains more power than Superman himself. You are the key to achieving our goal of restoring Krypton to its former glory. And you will be a hero to the strongest planet in the universe.”

Not batting an eye at his unfounded praise, you reminded yourself that no promise in the multiverse would make you betray your friends.

You refused to have your last memory of Jordan be his horrified face helplessly watching as you were taken out of the wrecked vehicle and him desperately calling out your name. You had to get out of there.

You had to get back to him.

Channeling the fiercest glare you could manage, you silently made it clear that you wouldn’t be helping Zeta-Rho or his son with any of their malicious plans. The only thing preventing you from voicing your defiance was the fear your voice would waver and give away your true fear.

Shrugging at your decision, Zeta-Rho turned to his son and gestured to the floor. “I admit, your resistance is disappointing. I originally didn’t wish to use such severe methods to convince you. However it would be a lie to say that I won’t enjoy bringing one of the most powerful beings in the universe to her knees.”

Pulling you up by the forearm only to throw you back on the ground in front of Zeta-Rho, Tal-Rho stepped backwards and out of the way to observe as his father went through with his threat.

Bracing yourself on the ground, you shrunk into a fetal position and clenched your teeth in an attempt to protect yourself from the incoming pain.

In your panicked state, you didn’t notice the burning corner of your mind, aching to be let out and release the chaos that was inside of you.

When the red beam hit your skin, you screamed at the agonizing pain. And without even realizing… you let go.

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Groggily opening your eyes, you furrowed your eyebrows when you saw debris from the lair surrounding you. Examining your body, your confusion was only heightened when you saw your unblemished skin, despite being able to swear that it was being torn off of you less than a minute ago.

Hearing the rumble of vehicles in the distance, you turned to see the source of the noise and saw dozens of military vehicles approaching.

Trying to piece together what happened for when they inevitably asked, you only remembered your desperation for the pain to stop when you felt power engulf you… and everything else apparently.

A thud landed on the ground behind you and you quickly pivoted with your hands up defensively, not quite sure how to use your powers but threatening nonetheless.

However your posture instantly relaxed and a smile spread across your face when you saw Jordan Kent and his uniformed father.

“Jordan,” you sighed in relief, letting your legs run to him.

He enveloped you in a hug as his arms locked around your body, not wanting to let you go again.

“Oh my god, I thought something happened to you,” he exclaimed, finally releasing you.

Speaking up from behind you both, Superman asked, “What happened here?”

As the military vehicles parked around you, General Lane approached upon hearing Clark’s question, him having a similar one.

“Well, I-uh,” you trailed off, nervously scratching behind your neck as you once again examined the scene around you. “Morgan Edge brought me here… well, before all this. And the hologram guy tried using the red light thing on me… and then, this happened.”

“You did this?” the General questioned with an eyebrow raised, wondering how a freshman in highschool managed to destroy a kryptonian base.

“Yeah,” Jordan said, agreeing with his grandfather’s question before gesturing to all the damage, “This is… a lot. Even for a kryptonian or any other superpower alien.”

You shrugged, “Well according to him, I’m not kryptonian.”

“What are you then?” Superman asked.

Once again shrugging, you absentmindedly kicked a rock away before answering, “Just powerful I guess.”

General Lane dryly chuckled, “That’d be quite the underestatement young lady.”

From afar, one of the soldiers called out, “Found him, he’s unconscious!”

Looking over at the commotion, Tal-Rho’s unmoving form was being pulled out of the rubble by a couple soldiers and locked into kryptonite cuffs.

Turning back towards you, the General held out his hand for you to shake, “Well on behalf of the United States and the world, thank you for your heroic bravery in stopping one of the most dangerous kryptonians since Reign.”

You smiled as you took his hand, “I honestly don’t quite know what I did, but I’m glad that I could help.”

General Lane walked away, probably to sort out the government’s reaction to the matter and call off whatever kryptonite weapon he was planning to use against Tal-Rho.

Walking up to you, Clark spoke, “Now that you know you have a power like this, you need to be able to control it.”

You frowned, looking down at your hands which still had a blue tint in them, “I didn’t even know I had powers a few hours ago. How am I supposed to do this again?”

Perking up from beside you, Jordan sensed where his dad was going with the conversation and interjected, “Training! You can train with me!”

Clark chuckled at his son’s enthusiasm before nodding, “I’m already teaching Jordan how to use his powers, I’d be happy to show you too.”

Jordan’s excitement must have been contagious because you similarly grinned, “I would love that.”

Nodding at your agreement, Clark continued, “Great, now we should probably get you home, we don’t want too many people seeing you here.”

Jordan added, “Superhero 101, no one can know your secret.”

“Mysterious,” you remarked.

Pausing while his father momentarily left you both, Jordan breathed, “I… I’m happy you’re okay. More than happy even. I was so worried that something bad happened to you and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

You placed a hand comfortingly on his arm, “Well, try not to think about it so much. As long as I have anything to do with it, you’ll always have me.”

Jordan softly smiled before repeating, “Always.”

Walking back over, Clark held his arms out for you both to hold on to, “Ready to go?”

Glancing at Jordan, you both exchanged warm smiles as you replied, “Yeah, I’m ready to go home.”

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