#never thought about those details for her

[zombii-writess]

𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛

You made it.

All those hardships thrusted upon you ever since you appeared in Twisted Wonderland. All those overblots you fought, all those nights where you sat alone in the dark, wondering to whatever god was willing to listen to you, a magicless human with nothing to her name. Barely above a whisper, you asked the stars above you; Is there even a happily ever after for me?

Oh, what a silly human you are, they laughed, not like you heard them. There’s always a happily ever after. And their words spoke true you realized, staring at the large doors you were supposed to enter from, wedding dress clenched in your shaking hands, you smiled.

You made it.

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts (Here), Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

a/n: went wedding dress shopping with my aunt a few days ago cuz she wanted to renew her vows with my uncle in june and seeing so many wedding dresses made me feel inspired! also apologizies if anyone is ooc, i tried my best !!

Your heart was pounding with excitement and nervousness. You were just a few minutes away from marrying the love of your life. The man who's been stuck to you like glue the moment you saved him from his overblot and helped him change for the better.

Pacing back and forth, you don't notice the familiar cherisher grin appear next to you before the rest of his body appears. "Nya? Is the wife-to-be experiencing cold feet?"

Jumping, you turn to face the voice and find Che'nya, in all his cheeky glory. "Yo!" He struts over to the nearest loveseat and like a cat, sprawls his body across the plush cushions, hands behind his head, and his tail swaying against his thigh. Not a care in the world.

"Che'nya? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be sitting with the rest of the guests?" You stopped your pacing to question your friend. "The weddings about to start and I don't think Riddle would appreciate you missing the ceremony-"

The beastman waves your questions with a few flicks of his hand. "Relax~ I'm just here to check on you by Trey's request and from his judgment, he was right." He sits up and scans your face. "Riddle's wife is experiencing cold feet!" Che'nya laughs, poking at your hot cheeks with his nail.

"It's not funny!" You whine, turning your face away from the prodding and walked over to the vanity. Che'nya follows after you, looking at you examine yourself, playing with your hair to fiddling with the vail you wore. "What if I mess up the vows or I trip walking down the aisle? Oh! I don't want to embarrass myself ESPECIALLY on my wedding day!" You shrieked, covering your face and curling in on yourself.

"What if Riddle regrets asking me to marry him..." You whimpered.

"Do you regret it?" The cat beastman asks, tilting his head.

"No! Never!"

Che'nya lets out a sigh, leaning his shoulder against yours as he once again pokes at your cheek. "Oh, then I doubt Riddle will ever regret asking you to be his wife, in fact you should've seen him planning out your proposol!" You look at the beastman with confusion.

Before you were able to ask more about it, Che'nya beats you to it.

"Man! Riddle was so worried about the smallest details, he would bark orders left and right and if one of the flowers in the bouquet were just off by a centimeter, he would get red in the face and redo the whole thing himself!" Che'nya cackles, clenching his stomach from laugh.

"An-and! When it was finally time for the proposol Riddle had the nerve to get cold feet! He was spouting nonsense like 'What if [Name] regrets saying yes?' PFT-"

Dropping back to sit on the loveseat, Che'nya laughs harder while you stared dumbfounded at the information.

Riddle getting cold feet?? But on the day he proposed he was as cool as a cucumber!

Though, you thought, heart thumping in your chest as heat spread across your cheeks. It does feel nice to know Riddle feels the same... maybe he's experiencing cold feet right now?

Standing up, you smacked your cheeks, pumping yourself up for the walk. "I got this!"

Wiping tears away from his eye, Che'nya giggles. "Got what?"

"The wedding, I'm sure Riddle is just as nervous as I am right now and I wanna show him that we're in this together!" Gathering the front of your dress in your hands so you won't trip, you stomped down out the room, bumping into Cater who had arrived to tell you that it was time.

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Standing in front of the large pearl white doors, you took a deep breath, held it, and exhaled.

"Nervous?" A voice asked.

You looked to your left and spotted your professor who you had grown to see as a father figure during your time in Night Raven College.

Smothering down your dress, you responded shyly. “A little.”

Then familiar notes of 'Here Comes the Bride' begans playing.

"Are you ready?" Your professor smiles at you and stretches out his elbow.

Linking your elbow with his, you nod straightening your shoulders. "I am."

Soon the doors were pushed wide open by magic and there stood Riddle across the room at the altar, waiting for you. Your heart speeds up once you both make eye contact.

Walking closer and closer, Riddle blinks away his tears rapidly, straightening his back one more once you stood in front of him, hands laced with each other. His breathes through his nose harshly after getting a good look at you closely.

You were just as beautiful as the day he met you.

He zones out whatever the officiant is saying but Riddle immediately locks in once he hears it was his turn to say his vows. With shaking hands, Riddle pulls out a folded paper from his breast pocket and with a loud, shaky voice, he spills the vows he spent countless hours on.

"[Name], you have been my rock since the day we met, you have seen me at my worst and stood by my side whenever I was blinded by rage." He pauses, eyes flickering to yours before swiftly back down at the paper again.

"You soothed me whenever I had doubts, and you stuck with me after my mother cut contact even after all the harsh words she had thrown at you. F-for you, I would break all the rules."

Slapping a hand to your mouth, you choked on the sob that threaten to escape. Tears bubbled at your water line, a few managed to escape and leave a burning trail down your cheek. "R-Riddle..."

The officiant smiles, glancing between the two of you. "Riddle Rosehearts, do you take [Name] as your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and in good health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, til death do you part?"

"I do."

Smiling, the man turns to you and repeats the same phrase.

"And you, [Name] [Last Name], take Riddle Rosehearts as your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness and in good health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, til death do you part?"

Sniffling, you smiled. "I do."

The man smiles and turns to the bundle of fur on the side. "May we have the rings, please?"

Grim perks up and waddles over, presenting the rings. After placing the rings on each other, Riddle and you held your hands together, not once removing your gaze from each other.

The officiant then loudly proclaims. "I now pronounce you, husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride."

Riddle wastes no time and immediately cups your face in his hands and placed his quivering lips upon yours. The hall explodes in applause at the now married couple.

Whistles ring out once you wrap your arms around Riddle's neck to bring him closer to you, salty tears mixing with your kiss.

Pulling back to stare into each other's eyes, you give your now beloved husband a smile.

"I love you Ridde."

Riddle chuckles, tears finally rolling down his as he uses his thumb to wipe at your wet cheek.

"I love you too, Mrs. Rosehearts.

Who Was Invited?

Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Duece Spade, Ace Trappola, Che'nya, Trey's parents, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver Vanrouge, Sebek Zigvolt, and a few professors you had grown close to. Riddle's mother never showed up

While Riddle wanted a small wedding, he couldn't say no to you once you gave him those puppy eyes.

My tip jar! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

excuse any mistakes !!

[kiragecko]

Do you think Cass's writers KNEW how harmful Babs' teaching methods were?

Cass and/or Babs fans who have read the first Batgirl series and/or No Man's Land, what do you think?

I'll get into the details in a moment, but my guess is they were trying to write Babs as a fallible mentor, but were ignorant about just how much damage she would realistically be causing. I'd like to get second opinions, because I've spent enough time studying communication with nonverbal people that I no longer know what people actually KNOW.

Anyways, here's the stuff I want to know if you guys think is intentional:

When we first meet Cass, Babs is trying to teach her to read. Babs is showing her the word 'stop' and getting Cass to sound out the letters. This is ... not a good idea.

Some of the errors Cass makes (starting with a 'd' sound and correcting to 't', for example) suggest that Cass is still learning HOW TO MAKE SOUNDS. She's still teaching her body how to shape her mouth and throat, when to vibrate her vocal cords - the physical aspects of speech. That's HARD, and deserves focus so it can be learned properly!

We later learn she only knows a small number of words. She's still learning to associate sounds with meaning. That's HARD, and deserves focus so it can be learned properly!

She's also still learning to match letter shapes to sounds. THAT IS ALSO HARD AND DESERVES FOCUS SO SHE CAN LEARN IT PROPERLY!

By conflating reading, speech, AND understanding, Babs is making Cass' job MUCH MUCH more difficult! Each of those, and a dozen smaller aspects of communication, all need months of prioritization, without competition from other aspects.

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Throughout Batgirl, Babs pressures Cass to read. Cass is still learning to parse meaning from the words downloaded into her head. She struggles to organize them into sentences. She struggles to understand the nuances of what other people are saying. Once again, these are all important things that she should be encouraged to focus on! Reading is nice, but at this point it shouldn't be the priority. By ignoring the skills Cass IS building, and pushing Cass towards competing skills she doesn't have the prerequisites for, Babs is slowing down Cass' progress and providing negative feedback loops.

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Babs seems to equate reading with communicating. Possibly because of her past as a librarian and the obvious value she gets from reading. Possibly because her current job is as an information broker and hacker. Possibly because her own disability limits her physically, and reading and writing has become necessary for interacting with the outside world. Possibly because she is living vicariously through the new Batgirl. And possibly because her eidetic memory suggests she thinks in words and can't actually imagine thought in other ways.

Cass is probably never going to use reading as a primary communication method, and would have benefited froma learning regimen that works with her skills, rather than pushing through her weaknesses.

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Here's the stuff I'm pretty sure was intentional:

Babs calls Cass stupid for not being able to read during a high pressure situation that is triggering Babs. This is obviously wrong, and she feels awful about it.

Babs is frequently impatient with Cass' progress, and sometimes accuses her of not trying, or not caring enough. She makes comments in front of other people without thinking. These are all shown as problematic and hurtful.

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Here's the things I think Babs did right:

Babs sets up a computer system that can be navigated by voice, and can interpret vague instructions. It provides visual, as well as verbal, information for everything Cass asks about. Cass is never pressured to use a different system.

Babs mostly allows Cass to explore, and builds lessons around Cass' interests. She integrates life skills into her lessons, and actually does a REALLY good job at helping Cass build enough of a foundation to start getting curious about the world.

She usually backs off when Cass gets stubborn, which lets Cass recover, and keep some agency.

She MOSTLY doesn't co-opt Cass' growing friendship with Steph. She supports them, and doesn't try to use Steph to push Cass in the directions Babs wants her to go.

Other than stuff around speech and literacy, I actually think the writers did a good job of writing a flawed but caring mentor who actually helped more than she harmed.

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What do you guys think?

[whatever1728]

"Love, I'm not loving you any less because of it"

a/n: had this random thought about Pau and was like "YES, finally write some fluff"

summary: in which Pau tells his girlfriend who is 3 years older that he is a virgin and she was his first ever kiss and feels shy about it, but reader is extremely loving and reassures him that it doesn't matter to her, it only matters to her so she can make his first time special when he is ready

warnings: mentions of sex, making out

part 2

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Pau thought this would be like any other day. He woke up in his dormroom in La Masia, took a shower, got dressed and went to have breakfast with some of his dormmates. After eating, he went back to his room and studied for a while, training with the first team start at 10 o'clock today. So he had approximately an hour to study since it was now 8:30. He sent a 'goodmorning amor' to his girlfriend of 6 months, just like every other morning. Neither of you were huge on texting, always prefering to call one another.

You had a pretty dull morning. You woke up with a bit more energy buzzing beneath your skin because you slept well but that's about it. You had classes early today. So you got your gear and rode your motorcycle. By the time Pau's text arrived you already were on your way to the University campus. You replied to his text quickly before entering the amphitheatre.

Fortunately, since his training was early and your classes ended around 2, you both had the evening free to enjoy each other. Most likely, Pau would come over, you would cook something together -meaning you would cook while he hugged you and kissed your shoulder blades- and then you would watch a movie while you cuddled, possibly make out a bit and that's about it. Honestly, those quiet evenings were you didn't have to care about uni work and Pau didn't have to think about the pressure of the football world were always the best.

Amor 😍😍

Love I am going to be home a bit after 2,

when is training over?

I will be done before you get home guapa

I'll head back to my dorm to study for a bit,

will be at yours around 3 propably 🤗🤗

That's fine amor 💕

See u then 😘

With your date later settled, you went to the cafeteria with some of your friends before the next lecture started.

"So what plans do you all have for the evening?" Carla asked

"I'm hanging out with my boyfriend..." you replied

"Ohhh, we want details tomorrow girl, you never tell us anything spicy" Aria said

"That's 'cause nothing spicy happens, apart from make out sessions that is" you told her

"Why though? How come you haven't crossed that line?" Isa questioned

"Honestly, I don't know, whenever it gets heated he turns me down" you asked, getting concerned

Now that you actually talked aloud about it, it made you realize that you've been a bit careless, you just thought Pau was tired or just not in the mood. Now you understood something else was going on.

"Do you think I should talk to him about it?" you asked the girls

"If I were you, I would. He is younger, maybe he is just shy or something" Lia expressed, and in the end she wasn't far from the truth.

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When midday rolled around, Pau took a cab from his dorm to your place. He knew he was a bit earlier than he said, but when he saw your motorcycle parked outside he realized you were already home. He knocked on the door and waited.

You didn't take long to open it.

"Hola amorcito" you said and kissed him gently on the lips

"Hola" he replied, a bit breathless, you always took his breath away with the way you kissed him.

"I'm making carbonara" you informed him lightly

"You always nail that and I love your cooking, whatever you make"

He followed you in the kitchen like usual. You chatted for a while before the cooked ingredients needed your attention again. Then he -as expected- hugged you from behind and rested his head on your shoulder, his arms circling your waist, his palms resting on opposite hips.

You ate while talking about the latest news each of you had. Pau told you how Pique came to see them during training and how he complimented him. Pau was more than thrilled that one of his idols, a person he looked up to and who many compared him with was so awestruck by his performance.

When you finished eating, the two of you decided to watch the first episode of a new series that seemed promising. However, not long after the beginning of the episode, you started making out. He teased you about something and you decided that you had to shut him up after such a comment. It grew heated quickly. He picked you up easily, his strong arms grabbing your hips, and got you seated on his lap. With one hand, you grabbed his hair, tilting his head up to have better access to his lips and later his neck and jawline. Your other hand was teasing the line of his t-shirt, barely grazing his skin.

You started caressing his skin and went to raise his shirt up. At that moment he stopped you, again. You were left confused. You could feel his erection through his jeans and your shorts, so why did he stop you yet again. He pushed you off his lap gently.

"Pau, talk to me, what's going on?"

"What do you mean?" he replied a bit nervously, his hands twiching.

"Your hiding something from me..."

"No..."

"Yes..." you teased him with a smile, hoping to ease his nerves so he would open up

"I just... ahhh how do I even tell you?" he seemed concerned and a bit panicked.

"Love, just talk whatever it is, I won't judge you for anything, you know that" you spoke calmly

"I..I... look, I didn't tell you 'cause I'm really shy and embarrassed about it" he said, mumbling a bit.

"Guapo, tell me there is no need to feel embarrassed, it's just me your talking to"

"Okay, well yo-you were my first ever kiss..."

"Ohh love..." you said, a smile tugging at you lips, then came the realization and you grew serious

"Wait, but that means..."

"I'm still a virgin? Yes..." at that Pau covered his face with his hands, feeling exposed

"Baby, look at me..."

However, he didn't move. You gently got a hold of his chin, lifting it up so he would look at you, his eyes teared up.

"Oh my god amor shhh... come here" you hugged him tightly, sensing how streesful this was for him, even though it shouldn't have been.

"Why didn't you tell me love? It's okay, god above it's more than okay, it doesn't change the love I hold for you or how important you are to me"

"I-I don't know, I just-I thought you would leave me...I-I thought you would realize that I-I'm still just a-a kid and leave me-e because of it" he said between sobs

"No, baby look at me. If I knew I would have stopped, I didn't know it made you uncomfortable"

"Bu-but it didn't-t, I felt comfortable every time, it felt natural, I just-t never had the guts to admit it-t because I couldn't face the fear of you leaving me..."

"Amor, that will never happen... I love you, you're easily the best thing that has happened to me, it doesn't matter to me that you don't have experience, the only thing that changes is that I will try as hard as I can to make your first time special, okay?"

He nodded, unable to form words with everything he was feeling. He just buried his face in the crook of your neck for a couple of minutes, while you stroked his hair. A couple of minutes after he managed to calm down. He looked up at you, sea green eyes wide, blue and green always dancing in those irises of his.

"I am ready though..." he said quietly.

"Not today love, today you had a lot to deal with and your mind was a turbulent sea. I'm going to do this the right way, come pick you up from your dorm with my car and we will go to a nice restaurant by the sea, then go for a walk and watch the sunset and if it feels right we will end up back here, okay??"

"I-okay..."he said with blush painting his cheeks.

"Te adoro, carino" you replied and kissed his nose. You got a blanket for the two of you and cuddled up to him, while you rewound the episode. 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[klavlock]

i want to write a fic set just after phoenix loses his badge, post aai2. kay is still hanging around with miles when he gets the call about phoenix and therefore finally meets “that man”. she’s never seen miles so frazzled - he spends large amounts of time pouring over the details of nick's final case and his disbarment. kay spends a lot of time bumming around his office, bored out of her mind but much happier with miles than at school or back at the foster home she'd run away from a few months back. miles refuses to tell her the details of the case he’s working on, citing phoenix's privacy.

cut forward to a few weeks later, when miles asks kay to come with him for dinner at the wright residence. “my… associate is going through the process of adopting a little girl. i thought it might be nice for you two to meet.” kay and trucy get on like a house on fire. kay also has EYES, and realises that miles is in love with this phoenix wright guy. she wanders if they’re dating.

they keep spending time with the wrights. phoenix wright seems like a cool dude, if sort of depressed. he gets this glint in his eye sometimes and helps her tease miles until he’s spluttering with indignation, and it turns out he’s friends with ema so he’s a great judge of character. phoenix tells her about how trucy's biological father disappeared at the end of the trial. kay makes a joke about dads dying and going missing in courthouses that nobody laughs at.

when trucy's adoption goes through they have a little party. trucy beams and calls phoenix ‘daddy’ and miles ‘uncle miles’. kay climbs out onto the fire escape and does not cry.

more time passes. miles is still being secretive about something, even though the window to appeal phoenix's disbarment has passed. kay gets a semi-regular babysitting job looking after trucy. her eighteenth birthday looms. she spots a photo of miles, phoenix and trucy taped to trucy's bedroom wall and her chest aches. trucy says she’s thinks her daddy and uncle miles love each other very much. kay agrees. trucy says she’s wants miles to be her daddy too. kay says nothing.

she's in miles' home office one evening when he excuses himself to take a phone call. he’s been doing that a lot recently - taking phone calls where she can’t hear. curious, she looks through the papers on his desk and finds foster-to-adopt documents.

suddenly, she’s so stupidly, furiously envious that she starts to cry. trucy wright's dad leaves her alone in a courthouse and she finds a new one immediately. and not any dad, phoenix wright, who is weird and kind and took her in without a second thought. and now, just because phoenix and miles are romantically involved, trucy is going to get miles edgeworth as a dad, too?

she’s still crying when miles re-enters, sees her holding the adoption papers and freezes. “ah,” he says. “surprise?” when kay doesn’t say anything, he looks chastised. “kay, i apologise. i should have spoken with you about this earlier, it was a flight of fancy on my part. after helping wright with the process for adopting trucy, i thought… it was foolish.”

he looks so unsure of himself that kay's heart breaks for him. does this guy not realise what a good dad he'll be? what a good dad he already is? she sniffs, wipes her eyes and paints a wobbly smile on her face. “trucy loves you. she's really lucky to get you and mr. wright as dads.”

“trucy?” oh. his tone is weird. “kay- i haven’t explained this properly. i’m sorry. you caught me unawares. those documents aren’t for trucy. they’re for you.”

kay stares at him. “nobody's adopting me, though. i age out of the system in a few months.”

miles swallows. “well, yes. that’s why i’ve been so busy and taking so many calls from your caseworker. i’ve been hoping to expedite the process, since adult adoption is such a pain to navigate.”

“you want to adopt me.”

“was that… not obvious?”

“No?”

“Oh. well. kay. I consider you to be my daughter. jokes notwithstanding, i am under no allusions that you view me as a father, however i feel i can offer-“

kay crashes into him, hugging him tight. she is crying again. she doesn’t care. “idiot. course you’re my dad. love you.”

“i love you too, kay.”

[karikitdemonrp]

Shippo listened to Inuyasha, a bit shocked by the half demon's demeanor. Must've been some talk. "I wasn't super sure about it so I talked about it with Kagome while you were with Kari and she gave me the basics about it. At least enough for me to understand a bit more." He sighed.

"I'm glad she's doing better. She looked a bit happier too." Shippo said with a thoughtful expression. "If she is part kitsune maybe I could help her at least a little bit if she has any fox magic or related abilities... Kagome said that she felt Kari's control on her abilities wasn't very good. Makes sense, she's never used them before and just learned about them." The fox hummed in thought. "I dunno what she can do, but I'll still help where I can. If I were in her situation I'd want someone to help me, at least a little." He informed with a wagging tail.

When Inuyasha brought up pranking the bullies, Shippo let out a grumbling noise, clearly upset. "Those kids did a number on Kari, I'm not sure if you saw but when those bullies were crowding her like that she looked so scared. I don't blame her." He growled softly at the memory. "So I'll definitely be pulling out some nasty pranks on those kids as pay back for sure! They'll regret what they did by the time I'm done!" Shippo puffed out his cheeks a bit in anger, tail fluffing out violently.

When Inuyasha smacked Shippo's head slightly, the fox gave a surprised chirp. Not out of pain, just shock since he had gotten lost in thought. Hearing Inuyasha say that they were all part of Kari's pack and that they looked after eachother caught Shippo off guard a bit. He fully agreed that they were all a part of the same pack and that they looked after one another, but this was Inuyasha saying it. This wasn't normally what the half demon would say. Regardless, Shippo gave a confident nod. "Yea, we look after eachother!" He said with a proud grin.

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The day turned into night with not much else happening. Kari had her hair washed, now with a hint of strawberries and vanilla thanks to Kagome's shampoo and conditioner, and Shippo was out setting up his pranks for those bullies. Some had already happened given loud screams and crying from a few of the bullies, but there were a few more to go.

Currently Kagome was setting up a large futon in the spare room and Kari was drawing with some spare drawing supplies Kagome brought for Shippo from the modern era.

The child let out a huff, scribbling in some herbs she saw that she didn't want to forget about due to how helpful they were. Kagome noticed this and slightly frowned. "Kari, you can draw something other than helpful herbs ya know, right?"

"I know," Kari chirped softly. "I don't wanna forget them tho."

"There are scrolls already with that information. I'm sure we can find you something somewhere if you want. I have a few books from our time too with some herb information too so you should try to have fun with it."

Kari looked up at Kagomw, a bit puzzled. Have fun? With this? The child looked back down at the paper and hummed in thought as Kagome went to sit next to her. "What... Should I draw?" Kari asked softly, pencil hovering over the paper.

"Well... Why not draw something or someone who makes you happy? Or at least makes you feel safe." The child blinked, taking a moment. Then she moved to have a clean piece of paper and slowly began to draw again.

Then her pencil moved faster, Kagome watched for a bit with a chuckle once she realized who Kari was drawing. Eventually Kari moved to begin coloring in her drawing and smiled at it. It was a simple drawing of Inuyasha. Not super detailed but it was clearly him. After a moment, something clicked. "Inuyasha and I have pretty similar hair colors... Huh?" Kari muttered, glancing at the dulled white crayon she used.

Kagome nodded. "Yea, you never noticed?"

"I did but... I dunno, it just didn't sink in until now." She muttered and Kagome's gaze softened.

"Yea, his hair kinda reminds me of fresh snow. Yours does too. Its so pretty and it shimmers in the sun in a way that just... I'm not sure how to describe it, but it's very beautiful." Kagome informed, Kari staring at the teen with wide eyes. "What’s with the--- Oh!" Kari rushed into give Kagome a brief hug, body shivering a bit. The priestess was a bit caught off guard but slowly relaxed and gently pat Kari's head, having already been told about what the bullies said.

The two stayed like that for a moment until Kari moved to stand up and clear her throat. "I--Im gonna go show Inuyasha my drawing." She muttered, drawing clutched in her hands as she rushed out to go look for the half demon.

Inuyasha gave a slight glance toward Kari as she rattled off her guesses about his family—she was quiet and thoughtful, not pushy, which he appreciated more than he let on. He grunted in vague confirmation. “Yeah. My mom was human. Sesshomaru’s mom wasn’t. So yeah, he’s a full demon—acts like it too.” His tone didn’t sound angry, more like he’d just accepted it a long time ago. “And… yeah. You stay near me if you ever meet him. He might not like it, but tough.”

Then she called herself not a turnip, and he let out a snort. “Yeah, yeah, fine. Not a turnip. Maybe a sweet potato. All stubby and covered in dirt.” He smirked, looking amused as she tried to think of what vegetable she was.

When they spotted Kagome and Shippo, Inuyasha’s ears twitched at the sound of Shippo’s fussing. He watched quietly as Kari explained herself, and though Kagome’s reaction was soft, he could tell she was concerned. Inuyasha didn’t step in, but the way Kari held his sleeve didn’t go unnoticed by him or Kagome. He said nothing as the girls went off, just watching for a moment with a slight tilt to his ears, until Shippo hopped onto his shoulder.

At Shippo’s words, Inuyasha’s expression darkened slightly. His jaw tensed and his hand clenched into a fist for a split second before he let out a rough exhale through his nose. “Tch. Figures they’d go for her hair. Buncha cowards.”

He looked toward the direction Kari had gone. “Doesn’t matter what they said—she held her own.” There was something proud in his voice, even if it was subtle. “But I’ll remember those brats’ faces.”

When Shippo dropped the real news, Inuyasha’s gaze snapped back to him, and his brows rose just a little. “Hmph.” He crossed his arms. “So you figured it out too, huh? I figured you might’ve, eventually.” He didn’t sound angry—if anything, there was a strange kind of relief behind his voice. “I ain’t tellin’ her yet. She’s got enough on her plate without tossing some big revelation into it. But… yeah, you’re right.”

He looked thoughtful for a second, then added, “Her aura’s different from any one thing. She ain’t just one piece. But if anyone’d pick up on the fox in her, it’d be you.” His ear twitched. “She doesn’t know what she is yet. But she’s strong. Stronger than she thinks.”

Inuyasha finally looked back down at Shippo when the kitsune asked if she was doing better. He gave a quiet grunt, but this time it wasn’t dismissive—it was more like agreement. “Yeah… she is. Slowly. She talked to me today. Really talked. That ain’t easy, not for someone like her.” He scratched the back of his head, looking slightly awkward for a second. “Said I made her feel less alone. So… yeah. She’s doin’ better.”

Then, with a huff, he gave Shippo a soft smack on the head—not hard, more like an affectionate bop. “And don’t beat yourself up. You’re part of her pack now. We all are. That means just being there’s already more than enough.”

His voice lowered just a little, more serious. “We protect our own. That’s all there is to it.”

Then he gave a slight grin. “But if you do wanna prank those bullies later… I’m not stoppin’ you.”

[alexanderlightweight]

Writing wednesday's are back babyyyyyy!!!

Honestly it's just a great relief to see you writing again 🥰.

If this verse still sparks something in you, could we have some more unicorn!Alec? NSFW/SFW is writer's choice. I ain't bothered either way.

they are back!!!!!! <3

okay so I love this verse and always will (I mean this because I’ve loved both unicorns and phoenix since I was a child) the mood does have to be right but that's more because the world building takes effort (I know I say that a lot but for about maybe a dozen or so verse the worldbuild is super complicated. a lot of others are canon adjacent or sideways so it's easier to build off). and so does developing and deciding where to go with the relationship. I don't want it always the same but also I don't want to write slowburn. but also why do I always complicate things for myself by trying to make each verse a little different to show a similar but slightly different flavor of Malec? I love my tropes and my niches but I also like exploring the various possibilities and it murders my brain. I want to be clear I do this to myself. every damn time.

and also that fucking gif sparked something in me. I was like, well shit the verse needs to come back with a bang like Kuzco... though maybe with Magnus' elegance for malec's own sanity. (and yay because despite my research binges into other verses details, I had the spoons to actually map out how some of the stuff works in this verse).

i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

flames of triump

Alec really doesn’t know why he has to wait here, for Magnus.

He could be anywhere else and yet he’s here.

Waiting in some obscure and well-warded fae valley for Magnus to finish his meeting.  His mate is currently dining with both the unseelie king and the seelie queen.  There’s a problem between the two factions that’s big enough it requires the presence of both a phoenix and his mate.

Even if Alec isn’t actually needed or wanted at the meeting itself. Which is a relief because Alec doesn’t think the meeting would have lasted nearly as long as it has if he’d attended.

Another distraction breaks him from his thoughts. Another faerie arrives, the eleventh to show up and try to join him since Magnus left. She starts by waiting a little while away as she calls out to him.  Her form is half-hidden in the trees as she tries to coax him with a basket of apples, her hand even daring to hold one out in offering.

Apples.

As if Alec is some common horse or mule.

He snorts angrily, tossing his head back and pawing at the ground, breaking it under his hooves in fury.  When he’s done, the fae is gone; her frightened scent vanishes with her and only a fallen basket with a trail of apples remains.

Alec approaches it with fierce, quick steps but only so that he can crush each individual fruit beneath his hoofs before making quick work of the basket with his horn.

The smell of the fruit is fresh and sweet,  tantalizing considering how long he’s been waiting here and food — fae or not — holds no power over Alec in this form. However that doesn’t mean he’s a simple beast or so easily coaxed.  If anything it infuriates him, stoking the murderous rage in his belly that never quite settles unless Magnus is there with him.

The others that approach him as the hours pass are like minded. 

Some offer him lumps of candied honey, fresh vegetation or rare fruits and some offer the choice bits of meat or organs for those who remember that a unicorn is not a beast of pasture.

Each is offered from a distance whether from respect or fear Alec isn’t sure.

Yet each gift is a trap.

They want to touch him.

Touching a unicorn is thought to give luck and strength and being blessed by one is a coveted boon. The hair of his mane and tail are worth as much as Magnus’ feathers and tears and just as rare and Alec knows exactly how much he’s worth and so does Magnus.

Everyone that passes the ward Magnus put up isn’t a danger, or in danger.  

Because Alec has enough self-control that he won’t kill someone out of irritation, no matter how much he wants to.

—-

Magnus’ feet hasten, his steps lengthening without thought as if his very legs are yearning to make up for his lack of wings in this form.

Alexander is waiting for him. 

Proud head tilted up towards the sun and the breeze playfully tugging his mane into a dance with the wind.  He’s ethereal and gorgeous, glowing like obsidian under the sky and pure power to look at. At the sight of him Alexander rears in greeting, hoofs striking air in silent applause and the silver tip of his horn gleaming gold as it catches the sun.

Magnus feels the weight of his mate’s gaze and sighs, letting himself finally calm down.  The gold and red feathers that twine with his dark hair flutter as the same wind playing with Alexander teases Magnus’ face, the scent of him carried in a kiss of air.

As beautiful as the sight of his Alexander is, the evidence of unwanted guests and gawkers is littered across the valley.  There’s ruined gems and food and even clothes scattered across the once pristine land, though thankfully for the fae, no blood.

A pity for Magnus, however. 

A single drop of blood sterilized by a phoenix tear and he could have used fyre flight to find and incinerate the interlopers rather than let them go free.

“If only we’d known the Trueblood line carried unicorn souls.” Arawn murmurs from where he’s deigned to act as Magnus’ escort.  The unseelkie king’s gaze is unsettling and greedy as he looks at Alexander. “He could have been ours, then.”

Magnus knows exactly what Arawn means, considering the young blonde woman who had been the scribe during the meeting.  She’d had pointed ears and fangs yet also dark, stark and nephil runes on her skin.

Fae folk mixing with nephilim isn’t unheard of and Magnus isn’t surprised that Arawn specifically keeps track of nephil bloodlines to see which one he wants his people to seduce.  However that doesn’t mean Magnus will allow another to covet his mate, even if there’s nothing lustful about Arawn’s covetous gaze.

“And yet, he’s mine.” 

Arawn’s unnaturally green eyes meet Magnus’ gold and Magnus lets a hint of power bleed into his voice when he speaks.

“Even if he had been yours in another life. Or another time, in the end he’d still be mine.”

Arawn tilts his head, the smile on his maw decidedly unfriendly but not yet dangerous.  There is respect in his gaze and amusement as well.

“I have many sons—” and Magnus bristles even though he knows Arawn wouldn’t actually dare offer them to him or Alexander. “And your mate has a sister, does he not?”

The verbal assurance that Arawn recognizes Magnus’ claim on Alexander calms him enough that he nods.  Isabelle Lightwood does carry the blood and she mingles with fae so it’s not truly far fetched.  He summons a card, not with Isabelle’s name but the name of her most recent paramour. That is the best he’ll give Arawn, the fae king will have to do his own work from here.

Arawn understands and smirks, shallowly nodding his head in the closest to a bow the unseelie will ever lower himself to.

“I’ll leave you to your mate,” Arawn pauses and the card disappears from betwixt his fingers, “and I’ll remember a favor owed.”

He stays quiet then and Magnus is glad of it.  

Alexander wouldn’t ever be receptive to Arawn’s plot.

Yet Magnus knows that if he were any less powerful than he is, Arawn would happily use one of his sons to try and steal Magnus’ mate

Magnus summons an apple, golden and glowing and perhaps to the rest of the world, it will look normal.  Golden apples exist in the shadowworld aplenty, both in myth and reality.

Alexander neighs angrily, hoof stamping down so hard he cracks a boulder but then he’s trotting over, mane and head shaking as he passes the unseelie king.  Fingers reach out, hovering over Alexander’s coat for a moment before it’s swiftly pulled back, the tips nearly bitten off from Alexander’s lunge.  

The white of Alexander’s eyes are wide and wild as he bugles, teeth clacking together with unfettered viciousness and he doesn’t need the canines of a predator to be dangerous.  His back legs kick out and Arawn retreat without a word.

Alexander could take off an arm at the elbow without even trying with his teeth, dull though they may seem.

Magnus tsks, clicking his tongue several times in a mocking noise that has Alexander’s attention back on him instantly. 

His sweet boy isn’t actually angry, but he’s going to act like he is as he lunges forward.  His muzzle knocks against Magnus’ shoulder with enough force to rock him, but not drop him and his deadly horn passes harmlessly past Magnus’ jaw.  Alexander’s forelock brushes against his cheek then Magnus steps back, offering the apple with a smirk.

There’s a moment where Magnus just knows that Alexander is considering whether or not goring Magnus’ hand will actually hurt him considering his instant regeneration.  Magnus can also see the moment where he decides — as always — that even the possibility of causing a whisper of pain to Magnus outweighs any vindictive pleasure gained.

Especially when they both know his boy will eat the apple either way.

With a knicker of defeat Alexander lowers his head, whuffling at Magnus palm and then the apple with a snort of disdain.

Alexander eats it despite the irritation he’s radiating.

Whiskers brush Magnus’ palm and Alexander’s eyes glitter with malice even as he chews and swallows every bite of the juicy fruit.  It doesn’t matter that Magnus is teasing him and his boy could just refuse. Alexander’s too territorial to even pretend not to take something Magnus offers, especially when it’s formed from Magnus’ magic rather than by nature’s touch. He's also too proud of their relationship and of Magnus himself to refuse anything Magnus offers him.

Alexander would consider it an insult to Magnus which in his lovely boy's mind, is somehow worse than an insult to Alexander himself.

The only reason he's dragging his hooves or fussing at all is simply the principle of the matter... and the fact that Magnus made it look like an apple.

-

AN:

Arawn is aromantic though he’s hyper-sexual. He’s genuinely just a collector of unique things/people/powers etc and also why he has so many kids though he really does love his kids and family, in a bit of an admittedly obsessive way. He never keeps a paramour and doesn’t have a position for one.. I know i have two fics where he’s alec’s tad  (father) but he is not interested in adopting or suddenly fond of alec in this fic. He just collects unique things and is regretting he didn’t seduce maryse lightwood to get unicorn fae babies or send someone else to seduce her to get unicorn fae subjects. He seriously won’t really think of Alec again other than in context to Magnus. His goal is trying to get one of sons to seduce izzy. Arawn fully believes at least one of his sons can figure out a longterm relationship with isabelle lightwood and give him the possibility of unicorn grandchildren. He’s normally even more extra and intense but he’s appropriately wary of magnus who is powerful and also a phoenix. This is him being tame.

Also Helen is implied/mentioned by appearance and while she isn’t one of Arawn’s kids, she is like... distantly related. In this, Helen’s seelie mother fled to the unseelie court using the blood ties her relative who is Arawn’s like... who knows removed cousin as a voucher because she knew the king liked unique beings (he’s arrogant enough he doesn’t need to use them if its objectionable. he just likes that they’re his subjects) so her kids would be safer under Arawn than under the seelie queen who would manipulate them far more).

Please remember this is my fanon verse building and even here Arawn is not a nice or good person, i write him favorably because there’s also a god named that and because i hate the seelie queen. Very much. Dislike. Dont like. Will rip apart 10/10 would write again.

Alec is instinctually very violent and so is Magnus. They sometimes in their own heads when annoyed/overly happy/excited/upset/mad/jealous/tired/just large emotions envision setting each other on fire or goring each other before going like ‘okay but that might actually hurt them and they’re not allowed to get hurt. ever. so i guess i’ll settle for making it very clear that i’m upset and i’m going to continue to be upset’. 

So they work really well together despite the fact that they’re brat tamer/brat.

Yes. magnus uses the noises people use to signal with horses to get their attention and soothe them. Because he likes riling alec up and he likes it when Alec brats back.

Also i’m going to be real. Alec should be grateful magnus didn’t make it look like a carrot. Because that would have made alec even more indignant and he would have considered it more insulting and magnus would have done it gleefully (kink dynamics. You dont need sex to have dynamics or scenes going on especially since i write magnus and alec pretty much in a 24/7 dom/sub dynamic. No it’s not explicitly talked out, this is primal instincts and fanfic and i’m already doing research binges for billiard innuendos and how to write mermaid sex. I’m not adding researching how to write a fantasy 24/7 kink contract when it’s all based on instinct. The thought makes me want to cry.

Also this isn’t humiliation because Alec’s not humiliated, he’s outraged but he’s also like territorial so like magnus isn’t forcing him to eat the apple. Despite how huffy he is, alec would snap at Magnus’ fingers if he tried to take the apple away. Just because he’s annoyed by the fact that Magnus likes to make horse jokes doesn’t mean a small part of him doesn’t see the humor. Alec is in fact annoyed by the fact that he finds it funny because he knows he only finds it funny because Magnus finds it funny.

it’s the principle of the matter.

Alec’s literally just angry on principle and that’s part of why magnus finds it so funny.

Alec wouldn’t normally be so sensitive about people giving him apples btw except Magnus keeps giving him magical apples and so it’s become a ‘them’ thing and so not only is it insulting but its encroaching because HOW DARE YOU. ONLY MY MATE IS ALLOWED TO GIVE ME APPLES. Because instead of thinking, ‘no one is allowed to give me apples’ alec’s brain makes allowances for Magnus on instinct alone.

...about the emotional aspect of the jokes, its characterized because saeth has jokes that i’m annoyed by (not ones that actually upset me, saeth is very careful to try and not make jokes that might upset me or repeat them if one is made by accident). And part of the reason i get so annoyed is because its something i find funny, but its always something i wouldn’t find funny if saeth didn’t find it so funny or present it in such an obnoxiously on point manner. and i can’t get actually mad because its not harmful and it doesn’t actually upset me but the fact that i see where the joke is and i get the joke is infuriating. 

Often times its sort of like the ‘i’m in this picture and i don’t like it’ kind of unwillingly amused feeling too.

Fuck i hope this isn’t too confusion. I have to be up in four hours so i’m giving up for the morning <3

[kawhh]

To anyone who was affected or reached by Brynn's (sweetestdesire's) actions who might see this and any of her anons - if you're comfortable to read a direct apology from her and think it'll help you heal or at least understand her actions, or if you were an anon wanting to still be in contact with her and also read the apology, she's coming back tomorrow. She's coming back as @angelichughes and I wanted to take the time to let people know but to also explain why I think she should be heard out and why I believe she's learnt the lesson, has grown as a human being and understands how things went wrong and what she can do to make sure she never falls into the hole she did again.

Everyone who was hurt by her actions doesn't ever deserve to go through it again in any shape or form - her actions were wrong, it shouldn't have happened and shouldn't have dragged on long as it did. I've always understood the frustration from anyone who was hurt and especially those who had reached out and talked with her in the past - I still don't agree with how it was handled and I never have and I don't agree with anyone who was using the situation for drama points or dragging it on.

I'm not saying that was everyone, but this is also tumblr and we're all responsible for being better role models with how we handle drama and conflict. There are children here and they deserve the best from people.

But I do understand how some people felt trapped and felt like they had no other option but to deliver the initial message in the way that they did.

I'm not here to apologise for her actions. I'll be perfectly clear in that. This is NOT what this is and I'm saying all of this because I can see a real change in her and want to help people get what they need or want.

I'm not going to sit here and discuss all of the reasons and explanations and any other details - people deserve that to come from her and I also understand how some people will never want to even hear another word from her and you have no responsibility to hear her out or see her name again.

When I've been hurt in the past, it's helped me often to have an explanation for the actions even if I haven't ended up fully agreeing or understanding or wanting to change my opinion or view after reading it.

I've also had situations where I've blocked any mention of their name because I just don't want to see anything and I'm hoping by mentioning the username that I can also help with that part for people.

I'm not in her brain and I've never pretended to be in her brain, but I can see a full, genuine difference and understanding in her behaviour and her mindset after it's happened. I want to be clear about that - if I didn't see a difference and thought she was the same person with the same understanding, I would not be supporting her like this and I would not be typing this.

I do believe that she needed the shock and needed the blow for it to fully sink in for her, to drag her out. A way her brain couldn't skip over as she fell deeper into the hole.

After spending a month talking to her, I fully understand how everything happened for her and how it did happen, but there's no illusions about how she should've dealt with it and reached out. It's not an excuse coming from me or coming from her, but it'll be the honest explanation and reasons why she did it and I hope that can help people in some way.

I fully believe she understands the hurt she caused and how it went wrong at each turn and how she needs to be better for both everyone else and also herself. I believe she's honestly regretful and not just for being caught out - but for her actions as they were.

That can mean nothing to you and that's also fine, but if that does mean something to you, I'm 100% confident in every word I say.

I'm thankful for the anons of hers who have continued to send asks my way to send to her - she hasn't taken any of this lightly and hasn't avoided any of the emotional damage to both herself and everyone she hurt and interacted with and seeing some of you still wanting to understand and wanting her to heal and be a better person has meant a lot to her and myself.

I understand if any of you would be nervous about interacting with her again, but if you would still like to interact with her and give her a chance to show you how she's developed and how she wants to continue to grow with you, I would be grateful.

I also understand that there's anons who have been hurt by her actions and have distrust in all of her previous actions and interactions with you and I repeat that if you're comfortable with it, I think hearing her apology is the least you deserve.

As a final piece, I'm going to make it very clear that I'm not going to tolerate hate sent my way or sent to anyone who does interact with her. Like I said earlier, we all have a responsibility to be better on this platform and any other platform online.

I understand being hurt, but there's a difference between being hurt and asking for an explanation and being hateful. Asking her for answers and expressing hurt is always going to be fine, but we're also all humans who make mistakes and nobody deserves the kind of hateful messages some people on here send with no regard for any human being on the other side of the screen. Some people would do well to ask themselves how they would feel if it was them or someone they cared about getting some of the pure hate some of you send. Not just even this - even simple things like someone not liking a player you like.

I don't tolerate it when people send me hate. I will not tolerate it being sent to her friends.

Being actually hateful towards someone will not help you. It will not help you heal. It will not bring you comfort or satisfaction. It will not make the situation better for anyone. That's my stance on any behaviour like that on this website.

I'm also not going to be doing a personal Q&A. This is my statement and she'll make hers.

I will also understand if I'm blocked for my stance on this by anyone who was hurt - I will be interacting with my friend and I will be doing it publicly. I believe in her and the changes she's made and I'm very proud of all her development. I see someone who understands the situation and genuinely wants to be better for herself and everyone on this app daily.

I'm tagging a few of you - but I also have no expectations and have no right to ask anyone to read or forgive or be friends with her again. Everyone needs to do the right thing for themselves.

@hughesinthebox @zzbubblegumbitchzz @ruinix @rowdyluv

[harmonyrae]

Vow - Part 4

Synopsis: Your blossoming relationship with Sylus is starting to attract the attention of those closest to you. Life had been so bland, so ordinary before Sylus. He’s offering you another first and it’s rather… interesting. Good thing you’re just as eager to please as he is.

AN: I do not claim to be knowledgeable about everything in BDSM culture. I am very interested in it and am still learning, so keep that in mind. Cover image from Pinterest, all credit to original artist!

Content Warnings: Explicit language & sexual themes, blood, medical terms, somewhat detailed surgical procedure described, guns/self-defense fighting, BDSM culture & toys/tools, Genital Piercings, Improper use of evol - do not try at home, Deepthroating, Sensory Deprivation, Intimacy Struggle & Implied Grief, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 6.6k

New Years was exactly as chaotic as you expected. From alcohol poisoning to a slew of vehicle accidents, when you finally clocked out you immediately called Sylus. There was no way you’d be able to drive home with how tired you were. Sylus surprised you and drove you straight to the airport. After boarding the mystery flight you passed out, when you woke up you were somewhere warm, where the air smelled like citrus and spice.

Seven days in an overwater bungalow with private beach access, custom catered meals, massages, boat tours…and, of course, mind-blowing sex. It was the honeymoon you never had and honestly never expected. When you returned to the N109 Zone you were a new woman, taking the “New Year, New Me” thing seriously. Sunkissed skin, a closet full of new tropical dresses, skirts, bikinis, a shell bracelet you made yourself after a long walk along the beach. Convincing Sylus to wear the matching bracelet was easy when you were on the island, but you were sure it’d be impossible once you returned. However, you caught a glimpse of it under the sleeve of his suit when he kissed you goodbye before your shift. You couldn’t hide your smile while changing into your scrubs in the locker room. 

“So he just surprised you with a vacation to the Maldives?” Yvonne leans against the locker beside you, her eyes wide with wonder. 

“Yeah, I had no idea. Took me right to the airport from the hospital.”

“Okay, it’s official, I’m jealous of your whole life.”

You shake your head while you laugh, if she knew the dark side she might change her tune. Her phone chimes and she gives you a quick hug before racing out of the locker room. You check your phone to see who you’re working with today and nearly drop it. Zayne? Really? 

Since the board critiqued him for working with you while he should be “offering equal attention to all residents” he basically stopped adding you to cardio cases. The board literally pressured him about non-existent special treatment and it bit them in the ass. You’d been the most promising cardio hopeful when you first arrived, everyone thought you and Zayne would be running the department like a well-oiled machine in a few years. But thanks to the board’s meddling you changed your specialty to neuro. It’d been at least a year since your last cardio case, why is Zayne requesting you now?

Beep Beep

Your phone buzzes and it’s a page from Zayne requesting your presence in pre-op. Not wanting to irritate your brother, and for today your boss, you hurry to the elevator and descend to the surgical ward. 

“Good morning. I take it you haven’t had a chance to read the case notes yet?

Formal as ever… 

“Not yet, I can read them now.”

You open your tablet and open the newest document he shared with you. The notes were simple, written in Zayne’s unique short-hand. 65 year old male, moderately healthy, born with a heart defect, signs of heart failure began 6 years ago, has been on the transplant list for 4. You nearly walk into a wall as you read the pre-op notes for a full heart transplant.

“You requested me for a transplant? I’m not even specializing in cardio! What about Olivia? Or Maxwell? Wouldn’t they be better choices for such a major surgery?”

Zayne stops. His posture stiffens and you immediately regret speaking so casually. He turns and tucks his tablet under his arm, removing his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose.

“Doctor Green is on vacation and Doctor Reeves is on sick leave.”

You can think of at least 5 other cardio residents who would kill for a chance to work with him on a transplant. He shakes his head and turns to continue down the hall. You jog to catch up, glancing down at your tablet off and on to finish reading. 

“I’m sorry, I am grateful to be working with you. I was just surprised.”

“I can tell.” 

You try not to take it personally, he’s like this with every resident. But you can’t help but wonder if he’s angry with you for… well, you’re not sure what…

“I simply needed a resident I trust. I’ve worked with this patient for several years and know his family. However, if you’d prefer I select another resident, I can remove you from my service.”

“No! I’ll do it! When is the procedure?”

“20 minutes.”

You freeze in the middle of the hallway. Zayne senses your hesitation, he turns and stares at you. He waits for you to return to reality. 

“I’ll speak with the patient, you finish reading the case notes and meet me in the OR.”

He veers off and enters the prep area while you continue to the scrub-up room to finish reading. When Zayne joins you, he immediately shrugs off his coat and hangs it up. He turns to the sink and steps on the bar to turn on the water. He looks over his shoulder as he grabs the soap. 

“Any questions?”

You follow his lead and hang up your own coat to begin to scrub up. 

“Nope, I’m ready.”

He nods and you finish scrubbing up in silence. The surgery is straightforward and you witnessed a few transplants in your time at Akso. While it was never a heart, you knew the basics and knew your primary task was assisting Zayne and following orders. 

Mr Dylan is prepped and under anesthesia by the time you and Zayne enter the operating room. Zayne always operates with a small nursing staff and one resident, which today is you. He nods to a nurse and she holds up a remote. The lights dim and focus in on the patient and soft classical music begins playing over the speakers. The steady beeps of the machines sound off in time with the music. You sigh, you’ve missed operating with Zayne. He always creates a peaceful atmosphere, which makes the surgery less intimidating. It’s no wonder why residents basically fight over him as their teacher. 

The nurse administers blood thinners per Zayne’s instruction and you prepare the bypass machine. It’s more advanced than bypass machines of the past, but it still shocks you that Zayne prefers to use them. With newer techniques and procedures available, you expected him to be at the forefront of testing their efficiency. As you watch him carefully make the incision and expose the patient’s heart, you realize he’s sticking to tried and true methods for the sake of the patient. He mentioned Mr Dylan has been his patient for a long time, he won’t risk a newer method failing a patient he cares deeply for.  “What?”

You look up to see Zayne staring at you. 

“Huh?”

“You’re smiling.”

“I’m wearing a mask, how can you tell?”

He gives you a pointed look over the rim of his glasses and you chuckle. He extends his hand and you pass the cannulas to him. His steady hands attach them to the patient’s superior and inferior vena cava’s. 

“Your eyes. They get all… squinty and your blink rate increases.”

He motions for you to attach the next tube to the patient’s aorta and you shake your head to focus. Once all the tubes are attached and the medication to stop the heart is given, the bypass machine whirs to life. Zayne is quick to clear the field and clamp and sever the vessels, you let the comment about your “squinty eyes” slide and watch in awe of his handiwork. He operates like he's conducting an orchestra, bold but flowing effortlessly. 

“How was your vacation?”

He’s elbow deep in a chest cavity and he’s starting this conversation now? 

“It was… relaxing. Haven’t gotten that much sun in years.”

As he removes the heart you hold the basin to retrieve it. You hold your breath as you carry it to the nearby table and cover it with a surgical cloth. The nurse retrieves the new heart and you both carefully bring it to Zayne. He inspects the organ and gently lifts it from its container, placing it into Mr Dylan’s chest. 

“Good. You were looking a little worse for wear.”

You scoff and pass him the forceps with the prepared sutures. You hold the graft material in place and provide suction while he slowly reconnects the vessels. Each suture placed with such precision you’re completely mesmerized. Not so far gone to let his cheeky comment slide.

“Rather bold of you, Dr Zayne, to judge me for how I appear. When was your last haircut?”

He huffs and pauses his movements to glare at you. You flash a smile and he rolls his eyes. He returns to his previous state of godlike stillness and you try not to breathe too loudly. 

The rest of the surgery goes by rather quickly, no complications, no need to use electro stimulation for the new heart. Mr Dylan was wheeled to recovery in record time and you were scrubbing out with Zayne before noon. 

“Would you like me to write up the surgical report?” 

“No, we can work on it together. I’m going to get a coffee and I will meet you in my office.”

“Get me one?” You call out to him as he turns to leave. 

“I should tell you to get your own, but you impressed me today.”

“I impressed you! Wait! How–”

“My office, 10 minutes.”

He leaves without another word and you shake the water from your hands excitedly, droplets pelt your face, but you’re too delighted to care. You dry your hands and rush to grab a hoodie from your locker before settling into Zayne’s office for a lengthy report writing session. 

Zayne arrives with two cups of coffee and you eagerly take what’s offered to you. The warmth from the first sip spreads through you, seeping into your very soul. Notes of chocolate and hazelnut cut through the bitterness, you want to down the whole cup in one go. Forcing yourself to slow down and set it aside, you look up at Zayne, who settled at his desk instead of sitting next to you on the couch. Reluctantly, you trudge over to his desk and sit in the chair across from him, opening your tablet. 

“I can cover opening if you’d like to cover closing?” He asks and you nod. 

The soft taps of your fingers on your screen and his fingers on his keyboard fill the room. You glance over at him occasionally, waiting for him to ask you a question or make another comment. When he doesn’t, you take advantage of this alone time to ask the question you’ve held onto for months. 

“Zayne, are you ever going to tell me how you know Sylus? Like how you met?”

He stops typing and closes his eyes. Uh oh. 

“This is hardly the time or place to discuss that.”

You place the tablet on his desk and lean back, holding your coffee with both hands in your lap.

“There’s never going to be an opportune time to discuss this. And this is the first time in weeks we’ve been alone. I’m not asking for the dramatized version, I just… want to understand why you, you know, volunteer…”

You may be alone, but blurting out “perform unauthorized medical treatments in an illegal medical facility with equipment of unknown origin” in a hospital is just… awkward. 

“He helped me. It’s as simple as that.”

“No. Nope. Calling bullshit.” 

He turns his chair away from his desk and reclines. He watches you out of the corner of his eye. 

“Zayne…”

He sighs, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes roughly. 

“A few years ago, some information about the hospital was uncovered and it put me in a bad spot. Without Sylus getting involved myself and a… colleague may have been killed.”

You don’t miss the way he struggled to say “colleague” - his eyes glazing over, his hands turning restless, his expression grave. There’s more to the story and he’s being evasive on purpose. 

“What happened to your colleague?”

He shifts in his seat and stares at the computer screen. A chill runs up your spine as you notice the drop in temperature. You’re used to the cold, with your evol you usually prefer it, but this… There’s a difference between using your evol to cool off and freezing because you lost control. Zayne taught you how to control your evol when you were young, but as you got older you realized he never could quite control it himself. He never explained why. Thankfully you’re one of the few people who can calm him down before it turns dangerous. 

“Zayne! Hey! Look at me.”

He blinks slowly, crystals begin forming and inch up the side of his neck. You stand and circle around his desk quickly to grab his face. You turn him to look at you, focusing your evol to absorb some of the frigid energy. His eyes clear just enough to reflect your panicked expression. Once the crystals recede, you sit on the edge of his desk and hand him his coffee to warm up.

“Why didn’t you tell me? How long have you been dealing with this?”

He finishes his coffee and tosses his glasses on his desk. 

“Because I didn’t want you to be in danger. And… I was ashamed.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t earn this position based on my skills alone. I am confident in my abilities, but I know it was a political move.”

You rub your temples as you try to read between the lines.

“Wait, so you’re saying the board promoted you to chief of cardio to what? Keep you quiet?”

“That is what I believe, yes.”

“Zayne, what the fuck is the board hiding?”

He stands abruptly and places his hands on your shoulders. You can feel how cold his skin is through your hoodie.

“This is why I kept it from you. Do not ask questions like that. Not even to Sylus. Do not go looking. Promise me. Please.”

There’s an urgency in his voice that frightens you. His hands tremble as he holds you tightly. 

“I won’t, I promise. Just tell me you’re safe?”

He releases you, straightens his jacket and retrieves his tablet and glasses from his desk. 

“I am.”

You nod, nowhere near satisfied, but you won’t push. At least not now. He steps past you towards the door. 

“I’ll finish the surgical report if you can write up the post-op review and recovery guidelines.”

“Yeah, I will.”

You phone chimes and you gasp, you’d forgotten Sylus changed his own alert to Careless Whisper… Zayne looks over his shoulder with a brow raised. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask, when did you and Sylus start sleeping together?”

You almost drop your phone and scream bloody murder. Your BROTHER did not just ask that question. He chuckles and looks at you over the rim of his glasses.

“You know you look like dad when you do that.” 

You try to deflect… unsuccessfully. His smile grows wider and he leans against the door, effectively blocking your way out. 

“You do realize how weird it is to ask me that right? Like, I don’t ask you about your sex life!”

He remains silent, which only irritates you further. Your phone chimes again, another message from Sylus and another sexy saxophone solo. You cover your face with your hands. You’re not embarrassed, just… you wanted to keep it private for a while longer. 

“Fine! Before New Years…”

He nods, his smile remains.

“I don’t love the idea, but he is a good man. You know, if you overlook the fact he’s the leader of the largest criminal organization in the N109 Zone. And all of Linkon, if we’re being honest. But, he’s… he’s a good man. Just, promise me you’ll be careful.”

“Two promises in one day? Zayne, you’re asking a lot of me.” You smirk, making sure he detects your sarcasm. 

“It’s one thing to be in a fake marriage to protect yourself from a psychotic gangster, but trying to have a real relationship with someone like Sylus…”

You stand to gather your things before standing beside him. 

“I’m happy, Zayne.”

He surprises you with a hug. Usually, you’re the one to initiate something like this, but you’re not complaining. Look at your big brother becoming more sentimental. You’re so proud. He lets you go and opens the door, looking back for another moment. 

“We’ll review the reports tomorrow.”

He leaves you in the doorway to his office. You watch him walk down the hall and disappear into an elevator. Digging your phone out of your pocket you see Sylus’s messages. He brought you lunch and is waiting at the entrance. You bite your lip and skip down the hall to the stairwell, if you’re lucky he’ll provide dessert first. If an on-call room is available that is…

“Is that really the best you can do angel?” 

Oh you just want to slap that smug grin off his dumb sexy face. You wiggle to try and free your limbs, but with how Sylus has you pinned to the mat you’re not going anywhere. Sweat coats your back, making the mat beneath you slick. You try to use that to your advantage and slide away, but he brings his knee down on your hip and stops you. 

“Sylus!”

“Say the magic word sweetie.”

You try to thrust your head forward, as if knocking him in the head wouldn’t leave a massive bruise on your forehead and have your colleagues asking many awkward questions… He doesn’t even need to pull back, with your wrists pinned to the mat your range of motion is too limited. 

“Fine! Kitten. Kitten!”

He smiles and releases your wrists, sitting back on his heels to stand up. You stay where you are, utterly defeated and embarrassed you have yet to make any progress in overpowering him. He crouches down next to you and pokes your cheek. Ignoring your glare, he offers his hand and helps you stand before turning to grab his water bottle.

“You’re doing well, all things considered.”

You dry your forehead with a towel and toss it over your shoulder. As you turn around you tense, he’s tugging his shirt off over his head… His body glistens with sweat, his shorts tight enough to show the curve of his ass. He probably wore them to distract you. How dare he.

Two can play that game. 

You pretend to dry your face some more, dipping the towel into the front of your tank top. He sips his water, keeping his eyes trained on you. Lifting your tank top over your head, you drop it to the floor next to your towel and approach him, bringing your hands up into the sparing position he showed you. As if you didn’t just perform a cute little strip tease a moment before. 

He stands opposite you, hands by his side. In one swift motion, he conjures a gun as his arm swings wide, black and red smoke vanishing as quickly as it came. You follow the steps he taught you. Once the gun is pointed, you reach out and grab the barrel with your left hand and slam your right hand down on the inside of his wrist, turning the gun away from you and around towards him. He takes hold of your wrist and yanks it away, bringing the gun back to its original position. Diving under the line of fire, you kick his leg hard, making him stumble.

“Impressive, you’re improving.”

Without missing a beat, he lunges forward and knocks you back. Your back hits the mat once again and you gasp when you feel the tip of the barrel under your chin. You open your hands and drop them beside your head in surrender. 

“Kitten…” You whisper.

He chuckles under his breath and stands up, tucking the gun in the back of his shorts. Again, you don’t move, you’re not sure how long you’ve been trying to disarm Sylus, but it’s starting to feel pointless.

“Come on, we try again.”

You sit up and pull your knees to your chest, resting your chin on your knee. 

“No. I’m done…”

Sylus crosses his arms and stands in front of you. His sneaker taps the mat like an impatient coach waiting for his moody trainee to stop being a big baby. 

“You’re quitting on me? I thought you said you wanted to learn to shoot?”

“I do!”

“And before I teach you how to shoot you have to…”

“Disarm you. I know. But clearly I can’t and I feel worse about my chances of survival than when I walked in here.”

Sylus sits in front of you, but you avoid meeting his gaze.

“Tell me what you would do. If this was real. Someone pointed a gun at you and your life was on the line. What would you do?”

“I’d turn them into a popsicle.” 

“Perfect, your chances of survival are better than most.”

You huff and tuck your chin to your chest, lowering your forehead to your knee. 

“Do you remember what you told me when I asked you why you started racing?”

“Yeah…” You mumble from your fetal position. 

“We’re training your brain. If you can disarm me without your evol, you’ll feel more confident and less fearful. And I meant it, you’re improving.”

Throwing your head back to cast a pitiful glare. 

“When we started, you’d flinch when the gun appeared. Now, you act, you don’t hesitate.”

He pulls the gun from his waistband and holds it out.

“I know you want to learn to shoot, but if I know you like I think I know you… non-lethal methods might be best.”

He’s not wrong. Once the anger clears, you’d regret shooting someone. But you still want to know how, in case it ever comes to that point. You know if a life is on the line, yours or someone you care about, you’d pull the trigger. 

“Baby, I will teach you, but I want to make sure you know your options and feel free to choose on your own.”

You cross your legs and settle your hands on your knees. The gun disintegrates into swirling mist and Sylus shifts closer to you and takes your hands in his.

“Might be a good idea to stop for the night.”

He brings your hands to his mouth and kisses your swollen knuckles. You nod and giggle as he drags you over onto his lap, he kisses your neck as his hands travel up your back to toy with the clasp of your bra. You press on his chest and struggle against his grasp.

“Sylus, we’re all sweaty…”

“We’d end up like this anyways, wouldn’t we?”

You groan as his mouth moves over your collarbone, sucking on your skin, The sounds he’s making are lewd, shameless. 

“How about we continue to train in a different way?”

Looking down at him, unsure what he’s implying. He lifts you and guides your legs to straddle his lap. His hands massage your ass, pressing your core closer to his hardening cock. You whimper as he continues to kiss your neck, pausing to whisper his filthy plans in your ear.

“We can train your adrenaline and satisfy our… more carnal needs.” 

“What are you suggesting, Sy?”

“Would you like a few more firsts?”

With how he’s staring at you, whatever he has planned is bound to be… intense. 

“Yes…”

He helps you stand and instructs you to take off your shoes and socks, leaving you in just your bra and shorts. He takes your hand and leads you out of the gym. You follow him through the house, passing his bedroom, your bedroom, the kitchen, the living room… When he stops in front of the door to his armory you freeze. He places his thumb on the scanner and the door clicks open. When he feels you hesitate, he squeezes your hand and nods reassuringly. You step closer and he swings the door open, ushering you inside the one room you’ve never seen.

The sheer amount of weapons - of all types from guns and katanas to crossbows and ancient battle axes - you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. You’re a doctor, an upstanding citizen - besides the illegal racing - and you live in a house with a fucking arsenal. Some of the guns look advanced, their hazy glow hinting at their protocore capabilities. A long sofa, a shelving unit with cleaning supplies, a bar cart with wine and whiskey. 

“So this is your man cave, huh?”

He lets go of your hand to hook his arm around your waist instead. 

“I take pride in my collection, no shame in that is there?”

You shake your head and lean closer to him as he continues through the room. It’s much larger than you anticipated. Showcases, wall mounts, shelving units - it’s like a vault or a treasure room. When you spot the pair of doors in the corner you just laugh, how on earth is there more?

“Door on the left is a bathroom, the storage is exclusively for my cologne collection. But it does have a nice skylight over the tub.”

“You collect cologne too?” He nods. “So I’m guessing the other room is for another collection?”

“You could say that.”

His vague answer leaves you more curious than ever. He approaches the door and pauses, his hand on the knob. He holds you close and you instinctively loop your arms around his waist. 

“Do you remember the magic word?”

“Kitten? Why?”

His tender smile morphs into a wicked grin. Your heartbeat quickens as you watch him open the door, letting it swing open to reveal his other collection.

“Holy shit…” You whisper before letting him go and stepping inside.

You’re not sure what kind of kinky dream you’ve entered, but you’re too engrossed in examining every detail to even think about leaving. At the center of the room sits a round bed with silky red sheets and plush pillows enclosed in a huge cage. There’s a padded wall with rings fixed above. A display case filled with… tools? Toys? You recognize some of them, a dildo is a dildo but some of the other “items” are a mystery to you. A rack on the wall holds various handcuffs, blindfolds, harnesses, paddles, gags, collars… Your heart races as you continue to scan the room, you’d expect harsh neon lighting in a room like this, but the red and blue accent lights cast a soft glow on the black marble floors. 

Sylus rests his hands on your hips as he stands behind you. His chin on the top of your head. You melt into the warmth of his chest against your back. 

“We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I’m showing you this in case you ever want to… indulge your curiosity.”

You take hold of his hands and bring them around your waist. He holds you, swaying side to side, letting you decide the next move. You realize your life has been so… boring. Sheltered. Careful. You didn’t even think about the consequences of racing until after your first race. The rush was addicting and you knew the moment the countdown began you’d be hooked. Being with Sylus these past few months has made your inexperience extremely obvious. You’re not embarrassed, you have goals and dreams to achieve, but god do you want to live a little.

You can’t ignore how seeing a room like this makes you feel. Your heart pounding against your ribcage, palms sweaty, nipples pebbled, pussy throbbing. The room itself, while enticing, is not what sets your skin on fire and your nerves into a frenzy. Who you’re with and what they want to do to you… You want this. So much…

Leaning back, you rest your head on Sylus’s chest. You rub the backs of his hands before lifting one of them and placing his palm over your breast. His breath catches and he squeezes, making you moan. He lowers his head to whisper in your ear, his hand dipping under the fabric of your bra to continue working your breast. 

“I need to hear you say it angel.”

Turning your head towards him, he brushes his lips over the shell of your ear. 

“I don’t have to call you any weird names, right?”

He chuckles, his breath warm tickling your ear.

“I prefer it when you call me by my name actually.” 

“The bed does look comfy…”

“I wouldn’t know.”

You lean further to the side so you can fully see his face above you. He’s dead serious.

“You’ve never…”

“I’ve never brought anyone here, no.”

You turn and set your hands on his hips while his fingertips dance along your arms. 

“So… It’s a first for both of us…” You purr.

Without wasting another second, he picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder. You squeal and slap his back, which only makes him laugh louder as he kicks the door closed. He stalks over to the caged bed and opens the hinged door. He ducks to step through and up onto the bed where he drops you amongst the dozen or so throw pillows. He drops to his knees, straddling you, his hands gliding over your stomach and over your ribcage. You close your eyes and arch your back, eager to please.

“Remember the magic word. If you want me to stop, I will.”

You open your eyes and nod, your mouth falling open as he tugs the cups of your bra down exposing your breasts. He pitches forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth. The pace of his tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive flesh drives you mad. You fist his hair and grind his face against your chest, which prompts him to bite down. You jolt and then your hands are yanked upwards and slammed down on the bed above you. The fabric of your bra that was bunched under your exposed tits vanishes and your eyes fly open. 

“Sy… what…?”

Sylus doesn’t stop his relentless attack, your back arches to the point of pain as he switches between your heaving breasts. What his mouth can’t touch, his hands take care of. Pinching, tugging, rolling, flicking. You scream, the mixture of pain and pleasure completely unravels you. When he finally leans back, his cheeks are flushed and he’s gasping for breath. 

“I’ve wanted to show you the extent of my evol… tonight, I’ll give you a preview.”

You look down at him as he slips your shorts and panties over your hips and down your legs. Your brain reels as you realize both of his hands are visible to you, but whatever is holding your wrists doesn’t feel metallic or plastic, it feels… You struggle against whatever is holding you and hear Sylus snicker. Suddenly you’re lifted off the bed by your wrists, your arms brought down and around Sylus’s shoulders. As he dives into the crook of your neck you see the red and black smoke wrapped around your wrists like rope. 

“Is there anything your evol can’t do?”

He lifts your hips and lays you back on the bed, pressing you down into the mattress under him. 

“I don’t know, I guess I’ll have to put it to the test.”

“My bra! Did you–?” His breathy laugh becomes a sigh as he kisses you.

“I’ll buy you as many pretty bras as you like, if you let me destroy them to get to these perfect tits. Deal?”

You whimper as he seals his mouth over yours again. 

“Take that as a yes…” He breaths. 

When he turns his attention back to your neck, you look around the room once more. Wondering what each tool does and what it would feel like. As Sylus grinds his hips down you gasp. Your brows knit together as you try to work up the courage to –

“What are you thinking about, angel?” 

Sylus hovers over you, his nose tracing your jaw to get you to turn your attention back to him. 

“I want to do something.”

He tilts his head, a brow raised, amused yet curious.

“But… I’ve tried before and you stopped me.”

You tried many times before actually. During your vacation you’d tried almost every night, almost begging at one point, but he always diverted your attention. You want nothing more than to make him happy, to make him feel good, to please him like he pleases you. 

“Is there a reason you don’t want me to go down on you?”

His brows shoot up and he stutters. He’s the one who wanted you to be more direct and now he’s the one who is speechless. If you weren’t so desperate to understand you’d find it funny. 

“My intimate life has been… more about giving, not receiving.”

“Do you not like it or…” Puzzle pieces start to slide into place. “Do you not allow yourself…”

His head falls forward to rest against your shoulder. The energy around your wrists dissipates and you thread your fingers through his hair. 

“I want to make you feel good. You deserve to feel good, Sy.”

He groans softly, lifting his head to stare down at you. 

“It’s been a long time since… I haven't felt like I could…”

“I want you, in every way. I crave you. When you’re ready, I want to take you… all of you.”

His body trembles, his cock straining against his shorts. He sits back on his heels, lifting your effortlessly onto his lap. He stands and grabs hold of a bar running along the top of the cage. You squeal as you begin to float, his evol wrapping around your body like a cool breeze on a hot day. You hold onto his shoulders and giggle as the feeling of weightlessness becomes less foreign. He smirks and he doesn’t have to say a word, you know whatever comes next will be unlike anything you’ve experienced before. 

Sure enough, you gasp as he flips you upside down. Sylus holds onto your waist and guides your legs to bend at the knee. Once you’re steady, he backs up and you watch him drop his shorts, kicking them out of the cage. His cock bobs, heavy and flushed, leaking already. He steps forward, you can sense his hesitation. Your hands rest on his thighs.

“Are you sure?” 

“Only if you are.” He whispers.

You smile up at him, even though it probably looked like some demonic frown from this angle. Taking a page out of his book, you don’t waste any time, stretching your neck to close your mouth around his tip. His thighs twitch and he groans, his hands finding your hips. You wrap your hands around the backs of his thighs and pull yourself closer, his evol carries you where you want to go. His cock is long and you’re somewhat inexperienced with this, but you’re also insanely stubborn. And a quick learner. You want all of him. Now.

“Squeeze your thighs if it’s too much, angel.”

Your hands are torn away from his legs and secured behind your back. He parts your knees and rests your thighs on his shoulders. His fingers immediately stroke through your weeping cunt and you whimper. It’s exactly like you thought it’d be. His cock in your mouth, his fingers in you pussy… being upside down was not part of your little imaginary scenario, but fuck is it hot. 

Trying your best to relax your throat, you focus on rolling your tongue over each of his piercings. You hollow your cheeks and suck hard, making Sylus hiss and thrust involuntarily. His tip hits the back of your throat and you gag. Sylus swears loudly and his hand on your hip spasms, his nails digging into your skin. Oh he likes that. You bob your head, breathing deeply through your nose so you can keep him as deep as possible. Every gag becomes less scary and more arousing. 

As soon as you hear a strangled whimper break free from him your entire body breaks out in chills. Sylus can’t even pleasure you anymore, his hands hold onto your thighs and he growls, trying his best not to thrust. As his grip tightens you feel his resolve slipping away, his hips twitching, the veins in his cock pulse. You close your eyes as you summon your strength to stretch your neck forward one last time, his tip sliding down your throat as you tip your head back and swallow around him. He’s cumming before he can give you any warning. Your mouth forms a smile as you take what he gives you, swallowing every last drop. A guttural groan rips free from deep in his chest. He moans your name over and over, his voice raw and broken. His cum leaks out the sides of your mouth and you close your eyes as it drips up your cheeks. He pulls you away, his cock slipping from your mouth. He lowers you to the bed and as his evol fizzles out you drop onto the mattress. 

Sylus nearly collapses onto the bed beside you, still unable to catch his breath. You roll onto your side and caress his cheek, moving your body closer until he grabs you and your bodies collide. He frantically kisses your face, your hands, your neck, any skin he has access to while holding you close. He licks his release off of your face between kisses and you can’t stop yourself from giggling as his tongue tickles your cheek.

“Baby… breath.” You manage to whisper.

He grunts as you cover his mouth to stop him. You kiss his forehead and his breathing slowly steadies. He reaches up to remove your hand from over his mouth. 

“I was supposed to give you a first.”

“You did. Deepthroating while upside down is definitely a first for me.”

He glares at you and cradles your head in his hand. 

“So, what would you like to try next?”

Your eyes widen, you swallow a few times in an attempt to soothe your sore throat. Looking over his shoulder you spot a set of clamps that look exactly like office supplies. Oh god, what if some CEO somewhere has them on their desk… There’s too many things to choose from…

“Angel, use your words.”

“I don’t know… You choose.” 

His smile should make you worry. You have work tomorrow and you need to be able to walk… He uses his evol once again to bring a blindfold, thick headphones and a pair of handcuffs over to the bed. 

“You might regret that decision, angel.”

“God I hope so…” 

You slot your mouth over his and let your body go limp. Handcuffs are placed around your wrists, a blindfold covers your eyes and the world goes silent as the headphones settle over your ears. Every touch feels brand new. He takes his time ruining you and you’re fairly certain you blacked out for a minute or two. 

When you wake up in Sylus’s bed the next morning, you watch him sleep. His arm draped over your waist, his eyes shifting as he dreams, his lashes fluttering, his hair stuck to his forehead from last night’s… activities… You don’t know why he denied himself for so long, your best guess involves whoever he lost. Whoever he thinks about whenever he plays that song. You’re thankful he let his wall down, let you in, let you pleasure him and make him feel half as good as he makes you feel. 

This man, who’s feared by so many, has opened his heart to you and shown you his vulnerability. You’ve come a long way from the girl who only cared about her career. And you’re thankful. Now, you only want to bring him happiness.

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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[statesyde]

your hands were bound, restrained by the leather wrapped harshly around your wrists. you kept tugging, squirming as if they'd just loosen like rope that was tied by an amateur who never thought of tightening it to confirm security.

ellie stands at the end of the bed, staring you down, her eyes lighting up menacingly, a soft shade of blue painted to her cheek to her lips where the blinds were pulled open. yet her expression was unreadable— but you know that you're in trouble by the way her lips were pressed in a thin line before she pries your thighs open, exposing your almost dripping cunt.

she slots her thumb between your folds, opening you up, inspecting you. the tip barely pushing in enough to get you desperate; but you keep your mouth shut, you know that. she does all the work here, whenever she wants.

"you know you would've prevented this, right?" she mutters lowly at you, hushed green pupils flicking up to your face. "but you had to be a slut, hm? couldn't even wait to get home that you had to embarrass me in public?"

you swallowed, shaking your head in mild panic. her gaze was practically boring into you when they narrowed into slits, her eyes darkening while they sponged your body from head to toe.

her thumb leaves you way too soon, and you were about to whine— 'til you felt calloused and heavy fingers landing across your cunt, then another, and another.

your body jolted upwards at the contact, her grip on your other thigh was brutal, unyielding, and you were fighting to close your legs each time she'd land her hand right at your aching pussy. "count."

you were crying out each slap, your voice failing you when tears began to prick in your eyes, your vocals growing shaky and broken.

when it passed twenty lashes, you were sobbing, your lashes clumping together from squeezing your eyelids whenever fat globs of tears would threaten to fall.

you were panting heavily, anticipating for the next blow, but to your surprise, nothing came. you opened your eyes, looking up to the girl above you.

"ellie?"

she doesn't respond, her eyes glued to the way your cunt was clenching around nothing. it's not regret in her gaze, more like she's thinking of what to do next.

without warning, she slams her fingers into your pussy, the intrusion making you gasp. she began ruthlessly thrashing her hand into you, the muscles in her forearm flexing each time it jams against you.

it's too much. you gave her those eyes, indicating that you want her to slow down. which only earned a scoff from ellie.

"i know you can take more, baby, you can."

she pressed her hand below your tummy, and that just made you more sensitive. you were getting close, your walls clamping around her digits until you explode, soaking her all the way down to the intricate details of ink tattooed on her forearm, glistening in the glow of moonlight beaming through the blinds.

this is where you'd think she'll be done with you, but judging by the way she still has your hips pinned down to the mattress, she's not even close to being finished.

you're in for a night.

[fluent-in-lesbianism]

Girl, what's the drama on To Get Her? I saw a blip but I'm not connected to anything to know more. 👀

Full disclosure, I don't watch the show. I just know the drama. I don't like reality tv even if it's wlw dating. I watched The Flavor of Love when I was 16 and still haven't seen a reality tv show that could top it.

I'll put it under the cut bc A LOT happened, and we're now getting updates:

To get the least problematic drama out of the way first. The show had to pause production to edit out a contestant (Riwon) after it was alleged Riwon lied about being a lesbian to get on the show. But it seems like their "proof" of her lying about being a lesbian is that she dated a man in the past. They also said Riwon wasn't a lesbian bc she worked as a camgirl and her clients were men. Stupid drama, who cares.

"But, Natalie, they really edited her out over that?" No. The real controversy started after another contestant (Hangyul) accused Riwon of trying to lure her into prostitution after filming.

According to Hangyul, she told Riwon that she wants to work in the entertainment industry as a singer/songwriter. Riwon, being an influencer, offered to introduce Hangyul to people she knows in the entertainment industry. Hangyul knew Riwon had a large online following. She said Riwon also boasted about being signed to an influencer agency. So Hangyul agreed to meet those connections.

Riwon asked Hangyul out on dates and trips under the guise of what Hangyul believed was friendship and influencer work, but she got suspicious after Riwon would not provide the connections' names or provide details of the trips/meetings. Hangyul realized later that Riwon (allegedly) wanted to set her up with "sponsors" for something in South Korea called "meal dates". Idk the American equivalent to a "meal date" other than like escort work.

Hangyul then found out one of Riwon's "connections" was a VIP listed in the Burning Sun scandal. And this (allegedly) wasn't the first time Riwon's lured women into similar situations. Another contestant on the show (name not revealed) says that Riwon tried the same thing with her. Thankfully, Hangyul and the other contestant never followed through on any of the invites from Riwon. You can read the full thread explaining it here.

And to add more to the drama, Riwon posted responses to these allegations and accidentally let slip in her screenshots that one of the "connections" she wanted to introduce Hangyul to is super famous Korean singer Ailee's new husband, Choi Sihoon. Riwon denied any inappropriate behavior or intentions involving Sihoon, but she did confirm that they know each other. She said that Sihoon gives her "influencer-based advice" sometimes via his talent agency.

And if you thought it couldn't get any worse, production hid the fact that Hangyul is 19 from everyone including the other contestants. The others are in their mid-20s to mid-30s. I think the 2nd youngest contestant is 26-27. Which makes Hangyul's accusations against Riwon even worse because Riwon is the oldest at around 37. Hangyul and Riwon were also paired up on the show. The show was filmed in 2024 when Hangyul would've been 18 and Riwon 36.

Anyway, y'all beware of anyone claiming to "know people" and want to introduce them to you. I see that all the time in my line of work. It's actually very easy to accidentally get trafficked. Please read up on the signs to watch out for so you can protect yourself and others.

[shadmist]

The Summons

Author's note: This is purely made of my imagination. I have no solid reference for where I came up with these details. This is an x reader, and I am doing my best to keep the reader description open to design. Attitude of reader is curated to be more realistic, sassy, and capable. The damsel in distress attitude gets so old. What do you think? Comment a favorite part, a critique, or just something fun!

Warnings: Woman reader?, first written piece in a while?, some dark humor?, I am doing warnings for each chapter. This one is innocent.

Overview: Jason wanted to prove a point. He instead became a fan boy. Now, he gets to experience that world first hand and meet a book crush. Will it be everything he could hope for? Or will he DNF this book and look for a way home?

— Jason —

Jason cursed himself. He picked up that fantasy dark romance book so he could give a list of why those suck to Barbra. And then he liked it. Read the 2 published books three times and hated that it was another year for the third title to be released. Would he admit it was good wuen Barbra asks about it? Hell no. He would rather need to be dunked in the Lazarus Pit again than admit to her that he loves the plot.

Instead he felt he would pick at the side character and main character dynamics. Because he thought Y/n L/n would have made a better main character than the actual main character.

Angel was great. Classic good girl turns bad when she discovers how twisted the world was.

But Y/n was the type of character he rarely gets to read. Strong, sassy, flawed but not dramatic, never whines, more powerful than let on to be, and just seemed real. That and her soul dragon was rare, a summons ability.

He's infuriated that it is so under used and under developed.

Jason was skimming through some of the pages and brushing up on a few details regarding the soul dragons, when a soft glow illuminated his book. He groans.

Dick must have found his safe house and was using a flashlight to screw with him. Again.

Jason turns to his knees on the ancient lounge chair, putting the book on the box that is making due as a side table, and gets ready to flip his brother off.

But the light does not reveal his brother dangling upside down outside the window. It gets brighter. Blindingly bright. At first pure white, then a prismatic effect starts to swirl.

Jason feels like he's being pulled in. He gets up to back away only to find his feet falling through air instead of hitting the floor. The odd prism of light encompasses him fully as he falls. Then he finds himself landing feet first onto grass.

“It worked, right? There's a figure there, it has to be him right?!” A male says excitedly. “You figured it out! He's safe!”

Then a female replies, “Well, hold on now. I told you this was a shot in the dark. My dragon has not linked to a soul in a long time. This could be an enemy.”

The light dies out, the prisms fading to the dull look of a rainy forest, a woman with (hair length and color), and a male with strawberry blond hair that stands beside her. They look familiar, yet Jason knows he has never seen them before. How does he know them.

The male speaks up, “Uh… I don't think it worked actually…”

“No shit. Who are you?” The woman sasses her friend then instantly states firmly to Jason.

— Y/n —

Marcus is officially horrible. Y/n know she thinks that a lot but souls collide, how does she keep having faith he has something in that skull?

And who is this? His clothes are weird. His face is sharp, marred from a past trauma. That white streak in his hair somehow accents the blue in his eyes dramatically. Though he is confused, quite obviously, and on guard, Y/n's dragon and her sense no real threat. In fact, it seems his dragon is still sealed. Which is odd, considering he's clearly far past the age of soul collision.

“I will answer after you tell me.” The man says firm, his gravely tone matches his face oddly well. Though it also sounds practiced, a bravado to intimidate.

“I am Y/n L/n.” She responds, but before she can continue, he interrupts her.

“Y/n L/n, formerly of Noventi? Collided with…” His words are muffled by a firm hand as her (eye color) glare into his eyes.

“How would you know anything past Noventi? Who are you?” Y/n's tone is dangerously low, her free hand poised at the ready to summon my spirit blade.

The man's eyes go wide and he holds his hands up as if surrendered. He nods twice.

He knows the customs it seems. The agreement to comply, hands up to surrender and nod twice to confirm compliance.

Y/n removes her hand from his mouth, but the other stays poised at the ready.

“My name is Jason Todd. And I was brought here from a world where this is all a book… you are… were a character in a fantasy novel to me.” His tone is calm, cautious, and slightly in awe.

Y/n squints. Of all the explanations, this was not what she expected.

She mentally slaps herself before confirming with her dragon. ”Is this possible?”

“I told you this would summon the one you needed most at this moment. It appears you did not need the imbeciles brother, but did need this man from another world.” Her dragon, Slif says casually.

“Always the greatest help.” Y/n sasses at Slif before sighing. Jason. It fits, she supposes. “Very well. I have no reason to doubt you. But we will need to fix a few things. Namely your clothes for start.”

Slif huffs in a sound similar to a chuckle, “Always happy to oblige.”

Jason nods some. But he's fallen silent. Staring at her.

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.

.

“Staring at me?!”

— Jason —

“It's her. Really her. She summoned me? And she just believes me? She had to have talked to Slif. I bet it was funny. Based on how she's dressed, chainmail on her shoulder is damaged, leathers are seared, clothes dirty, this has to be right after the last battle of book two. Which means I know nothing of what is about to happen. But they are in danger, and so am I now.” Jason's internal monolog starts, then he pauses.

Then catches up to what Y/n said just now. He looks down and sees his old, musty sweatpants and ragged t-shirt he's had for way too long. And bare feet.

He just met his latest favorite book character looking like a homeless man.

[siriuslyobsessedwithfiction]

just thought that the tale of the Too-Clever Fox could be interpreted like "don't try to make things better", that fits really nice in the bigger grishaverse narrative (about which you talked in post about Bagra, Alina, etc), that only inaction is good and iniciative is ultimately evil

and just how fucked up the author must be to write, even accidentally and subconsciously, such narrative

Very interesting interpretation. Haven't looked at it that way. (omg you remembered my post about Baghra? I'm blushing).

There is definitely a message of "don't overreach", even if the said "overreaching" is just an effort to help your people. I don't remember the details but I think the fox was trying to figure out who the hunter who was killing animals in the forest was, right? And he nearly got skinned because he thought he could outsmart the hunter. Might be just my good natured approach, but the message I took was "no matter how clever you think you are, no one is immune to loneliness." Since the trap the real hunter used was loneliness. That's how she lured the animals.

To be fair, the Darkling did fall for the loneliness trap. He got hopeful too soon and decided that Alina would see reason and follow along. But people don't always see reason and you can't just teach them to care about things. Alina didn't care about Grisha struggles, genocide, their liberation and extinction being on the line, the revolution, Ravka being threatened by two countries, collapsing economy, etc. She was all too glad to leave everything up to an idealist picaroon (avanturist. Shame this word doesn't exist in English, it describes Nikolai charming Alina and using her forces to get the throne perfectly). Nikolai did have potential to be like Peter the Great, a historical figure which he is based on, a relentless driving force which would restore Ravka. But his character got flattened in KoS duology. Him being a clever politician while having an experienced advisor and a proper general like the Darkling would be *chef's kiss*.

There is no greater example for advising inaction in Grishaverse than in Shadow and Bone trilogy. (Once again, Alina neglecting her responsibilities and never showing any compassion for her people is not the same as Katniss settling down after the war.) I actually love The Language of Thorns. It's my favorite book in Grishaverse. It still baffles me to this day that she wrote those fairytales with a dark twist so cleverly but then went and wrote KoS duology with that many plot inconsistencies and half-baked conflict resolutions. Maybe Leigh Bardugo having a ghost writer rumors are true after all.

[panzershrike-pretz]

PRETZ! can i ask 💤, 🐉, and 🎶 for fiona?

HEY BLU!!! ABOUT FIONA!!! I love her so much!!

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💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

Fiona's a light sleeper, more so because of her autism and anxiety. She's constantly somewhat overwhelmed, so falling asleep itself is already a battle for her - so, staying asleep, is even harder.

With the tecnologies of the modern days, she learned to use happy hoodies (for grooming dogs), noise concealing earplugs and sleep masks, but they aren't really a hundred percent effective. Any sudden movement is still enough for her to wake up.

She's normally the first to go to bed and first to rise, of all the crew :3

🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature?

Her favorite mythical creature is the Anhangá! Although she is German, not Brazilian, she learned about them from Madam Iraci Troupial, one of the Brazilian Ymbrynes.

Anhangás are white deer with blood-red eyes and a soft glow around them. They live alone and their mission is to protect the Amazon and its inhabitants, killing whoever hurts the forest with their giant antlers!

Anhangás where a lot more common before Brazilian colonization, but as the Portuguese explored the resources and the population started to shrink the Amazon, their numbers went down due to loss of habitat and poaching (their antlers and blood can be used in potions; eating their eyes is said to strengthen people and cure most mosquito-born diseases). Now, they are a protected species under the International Magical-Beast Protection Act (IMBPA) and are slowly but surely comming back!

(And as a disclosure, I made my own twists to the actual Anhangá folklore! They are common in some indigenous communities and their stories differ here and there; this version is made to fit my universe and is based in more than one versions of the legend)

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

Fiona's favorite is classic music, but she's also a big fan of operas and anything-ballet! Those are the ones she's been exposed the longest to, but as she came into the modern world, she found passion for musicals!

They are like therapy for her and she actually loves to be able to sing and act - although she's mostly nonverbal, when she's on the stage, she feels way more confortable.

Natasha turned her into a theater kid 💀✨️

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 2 - Psyche Skills

Part 1 - Part 3

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Horrible new theory about Runaan's shirt today.

-no, not the new one, the one he lost-

He's still got his green assassin shirt here on the balcony, and vest too:

But by the time Gren is thrown into the dungeon a couple days later, it's missing.

Runaan's also sporting bags under his eyes because he'd been kept awake all night, enjoying Viren's frustrations about losing Harrow and also getting denied the crown of Katolis.

So. About that missing shirt.

I can't think of too many things worse for a guy who wears four shirts at once than to have them all taken off while he's badly hurt and manacled to the wall, and then be tickled half to death all night long, on his birthday.

[britneyshakespeare]

Had the extremely upsetting experience of a mutual of like 6 years going off on me for occasionally making posts about supporting Harris because apparently that makes me a g n cide denier who refuses to learn and grow, with all of my views just being assumed not even from what I've told them I believe or what I've posted before, but just because I DON'T post particularly the kind of things they THINK I should be. When I pointed out how much they were just completely assuming about stuff I'd never talked to them about, I was told it doesn't matter what I do in real life or "care" about if I simply disagree with their conclusion and vote for her anyway. Like they were absolutely not sorry for the level of maliciousness they not just assumed of my character, but for some reason thought appropriate to bring directly to me before unfollowing me. No apology whatsoever for how discomforting or upsetting that might be and certainly no acknowledgment that I could disagree with them and still be a good person. I just got another even longer rant about how they fundamentally can't fuck with me because of this one thing, no matter WHAT else I do in my real life (which I pointed out that they do not know), and how I'm directly supporting fascism.

Like seriously what is it about Tumblr that makes people think they know someone based off of occasional posts? There were just such DEEP assumptions they were making of me and going off of very little or absolutely nothing. Around the time I first became mutuals with that person I used to express my personality and beliefs and talk about what was going on in my life a lot more openly, but I've significantly scaled back on doing that in many ways for many reasons. One of my major ones is privacy and the way I've had strangers outside my followers and following circles just find random things I say and dogpile me for it. I was fundamentally changed after some T Fs did that to me like 3 years ago. I also just didn't have many conversations w that person anymore (I message people in general on here like 10x less than I did circa 2018-2019, which I'm somewhat sorry about!). My point is to say I think this person felt comfortable assuming that they knew me, especially who I am in 2024 at the age of 25, much better than they actually did.

One of the specific things they accused me of was being afraid of learning and growing (because I don't perform social media activism on here like they think I should). Like AFRAID to take criticism. When again I've never received criticism from them or had to respond to any criticism on here before as pertaining to my views on... well, absolutely any of the issues they accused me of not caring about. They essentially treated it as if the only thing in the world I cared about was the US election and characterized me as the most out-of-touch liberal they could possibly imagine, because I'm not "pushing" Kamala Harris to be better (Oh?? Should I do that on here?? Does she read my blog??).

And most hypocritically what they said was that I only *sometimes* *vaguely* post pro-Harris things (I often post like 5 or fewer things in a day though?). But here's the kicker. "Because I know I'll get shit for it. And rightfully so."

Really????? Not a single person, anon or not, in my messages or in a tagged post or anything, has ever given me shit before for saying who I'm voting for. I'm actually NOT afraid of "getting shit" for that opinion, I just don't start fights with people who are anti-voting. And why should I??? I genuinely don't believe in trying to change the minds of strangers on the internet about that sort of thing. I'm just not confrontational about it; that is so not the same thing as being "afraid of getting shit." I'm not posting ENOUGH about my support for Harris, therefore I'm afraid. But therefore they can also make all these assumptions about me being their strawman for an ignorant Harris supporter.

I'm afraid of getting shit but I still post anyway? But if I weren't afraid of getting shit I'd be posting a lot more?? This is ALL based on their assumptions of what my blog *should* look like, based on what I really and truly believe. My level of posting every now and then is an accurate gauge of my feelings on complex, sensitive, global issues. Because I'm voting for the Democratic presidential candidate and I'm ok sharing pretty much just that little glimpse of myself.

I really don't think that person knows just how inappropriate and insulting that is to just say all of that to me. Like they really know what's going on in my head. Their first message began and ended with like "I'm sorry I love you I just can't take it anymore" but they clearly weren't sorry enough to try and be more respectful to me, and they didn't love me enough not to default to extremely ungenerous assumptions and attacking me based off of those instead of any actual words I've said that they take issue with.

Online radicalization is real and it's not necessarily bad because your political views can start to fall well out of the contemporary Overton window. The way you find it appropriate to treat people whose views, however common, seem to fundamentally misalign with yours... that does matter. You can't just assume the worst of everyone and then act on that in how you approach them as individuals. And then be shocked that you don't stay friends with them. You can't be confrontational with someone about an issue you've never had an honest conversation about, and then expect them to take your bad faith in them as reasonable well-meaning criticism.

I'm afraid of criticism??? I'm afraid of criticism. No I'm not. This person and I have never had an issue before where they criticized me and I got harshly defensive. It was ALL projection. The entire tone of their messages was as if all their anti-voting posts recently were somehow in communication with the occasional go-vote-for-Harris posts that I make. That's not a conversation. I don't post for your satisfaction. I don't post in "response" to my mutuals I disagree with. I just post what's on my mind, sometimes, about some things. I really again can't stress enough how baffled I am by this