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gamerbearmira · 1 year ago

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Karate kid au

Imagine how shocked the triplets are when they see their 66-year-old (I'm talking about when Mirable was 6) mother chop a wooden board in half. Scratch that, imagine them finally knowing that their mother knows karate. How they knew that Alma throwing a chancla at them was her being merciful.

I feel like at different ages Alma taught Mirabel different things. From 6-10 she taught her karate, from 10-15 she taught her how to use guns, machetes, katanas, and how to throw knives/daggers. (I remember in your wild west au Mirabel had a deadeye, which made it better for her to shoot so incorporated it in here).

So, in this au, Mirabel gets her deadeye from Alma. They both can shoot from anywhere, as long as they have an eye on it. Alma instantly knew Mirabel had a deadeye because the very first time she held a gun; she shot a target in the direct spot she was supposed to. And of course, Mirabel has perfect aim because she practiced so much.

Mira’s parents were surely against Mirabel holding weapons at such a young age. But alma assured them she was in safe hands and always took safety precautions to make sure nothing went wrong. And casita makes sure that when Mirabel isn’t in the training studio, the door is locked so no one below the age of 18 can touch anything inside the training studio without Alma’s permission and supervision.

Training studio

Ok, so the studio has a wide range of weapons starting from Guns; revolvers, colts, rifles, pistols. Swords (all originated from Japan): Katanas, Tachi’s, Aicuchi’s, Ninjato’s. Combat knives, daggers, Combat tactical knife, classic bowie, throwing knives, and of course the machete. All of these weapons are what Alma used to use in her old school and keep in her older years as well.

Casita made these little “opponents” for Mirabel to fight to help her train better. They’re honestly just walking plush mannequins. There are a few punching bags in there too, as well as chop boards. Mirabel chopped a board in half by the time she was 12, Alma couldn’t be anymore proud because when she was 12, she did the exact same thing.

All of the madrigals have been inside the studio but only to look at everything and watch some of Alma’s training skills.

Also, no one in the family likes that Alma sometimes takes the training outside of the studio, like at the breakfast table. Like the woman will just throw a butter knife at Mirabel to see if she catches it, she does but it still nearly gives Julieta and Agustin heart attacks.

But Alma let everyone know that she can throw a knife at someone and still not directly hit them. It’s all a matter of intent. She’s a little offended that everyone thought she was that reckless towards her own granddaughter.

Oh and because of Mirabel’s parkour knowledge, that girl bounces off the walls…literally. She rarely takes the stares in casita, nor does Alma. And outside, Mira loves to run across the roofs of people’s houses to get where she needs to.

Once a woman came to Alma and told her she should “tame” her granddaughter a bit more because “Ladies shouldn’t behave that way”. Man did she give that woman a full earful in front of everyone. It was talked about for weeks, and after that little situation Alma made it her business to parkour across roofs too AND wear pants outdoors.

She also lets Mirabel keep her scars too, to Alma, the scars mean she’s growing and learning like kids are supposed to. Alma had gained some scars from roughhousing with some mannequins and she’s quite proud of them.

Alma also taught Mira how to forge her own weapons, so she has many colorful weapons that she made sit in the studio such as; knives/daggers, swords, brass knuckles, and dynamite (firework kind).

visual differences from canon;

Mirabel has gained quite a few from just being the clutz she is and from roughhousing. She mostly has small scars on her arms, legs, and some on her face. Not to mention her clothes and herself are covered in dirt. Not like she cares. It’s the same for Alma as well. Julieta doesn’t exactly like that they keep scars because they’re both at risk for infection but Alma assures her she knows how to properly care for scars.

Mirabel carries around her machete, just to let all her old bullies know not to f around and find out. Mira mostly wears pants because her dress has been snagged on so many things. Alma only wears pants for training but does wear them outside from time to time.

Honestly this au has a little room for angst but let me know what you think.

WOWWWWWW

Um first. Very cool, love the fighting. Uhhhhh. Guns, I don’t. Don’t give guns to little kids. If at all, I don’t even thinks guns would be a thing 🤕 but a machetes, throwing knives, maybe (imported???) swords in older ages is very cool 🌚 EVERYTHING ELSE. SO COOL. Imagine being able carry around a machete. So rad.

AND DEADEYE RAHHHH ‼️‼️‼️ also training studio. Very cool, keep it locked. Because. Sharp stuff. As for visual differences. I don’t blame Julieta 😭😭 her whole thing is healing people, and her own mother and daughter literally have refused to be healed at times. Like I’d have an existential crisis, what’s point of healing anyone if you can’t heal your own family. Like bro 😮‍💨

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #karate AU

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nooneeverlookedforagirl · 1 year ago

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I feel like some people wandered into Zion and found a tribe of people who needed help and Joshua Graham there seeking shelter and helping them and took that at face value, without ever actually talking to people and learning the full story.

Let’s recap:

Joshua and Edward decide to start a slave army. By “Joshua and Edward” I mean that there was literally no way to communicate with the first tribe without Joshua’s help. Edward, Caesar, would have been left pointing at things without him. And by “start a slave army” I mean that they taught the people holding them hostage how to use weapons and explosions and about military tactics of their own free will, at which point they get promoted from hostage to commander and start forcing other tribes to join their army or die. A recurring trend.

Some 30-ish years into this, Joshua personally meets the Dead Horses and starts preparing them to join the Legion. Which, according to Ulysses, means the strong males become members of the slave army by force, the weak males and the women become slaves, and their entire culture is wiped out. Before they can actually be assimilated, Joshua is called away to join the fight for the Dam.

He fights, he fails, he gets thrown into a canyon while covered in pitch and on fire. With nowhere left to go, he turns home, to New Canaan. Despite knowing Caesar wants him dead, this manages to become common knowledge even to slaves in the Legion war camp and Joshua doesn’t have the decency to pack up and leave once he’s more or less healed to protect his old community and the people who helped him in his time of need.

So Caesar sends an emissary to the White Legs - who is to them what Joshua was to the Dead Horses not long ago - and tricks them into attacking New Canaan by promising they’ll be inducted into the Legion. Again, they will be no more than slaves and their culture will be intentionally erased. This is not something they or anyone else is told, as Ulysses states and as we see in the game itself with the Great Khans.

The White Legs were aided in finding weapons and learning about New Canaan, and attacked when most of the able bodied were away. They killed everyone they could find. Men, women, elderly, babies, doesn’t matter. They killed their priest. Then they followed them and killed any too slow to flee. A few dozen were left, at most.

Meanwhile, the Dead Horses, a previously peaceful people, took Joshua’s teachings to heart and started raiding the people around them. This led to them being driven from their home by said people, despite living in peace for generations before Joshua showed up. They flee south, to Zion, home of the Sorrows since immediately after the bombs, where they encounter Joshua again.

Things Joshua has done so far:

1. Helped start a decades long campaign of murder and rape across the wasteland, taking an active roll as second in command of a slave army.

2. Personally taught the Dead Horses to idolize him and Caesar and to be violent, getting them kicked out of the home they’d had since after the War.

3. As the person who helped create said slave army, been responsible for arming the White Legs, just as he did the Dead Horses, albeit not in person.

4. Sheltered in New Canaan while knowing Caesar wanted him dead (he was thrown off a cliff while on fire and had assassins showing up) and led to the destruction of the place and death of her people.

5. Sheltered in Zion while knowing Caesar wanted him dead (he was thrown off a cliff while on fire) and leading to the destruction of the place and death of her people.

So here he is, standing in front of a tribe who he radicalized, in the home of a second tribe that his friend - who just lost his home and family because of Joshua - tells him are a peaceful people, being chased by a obviously violent and murderous third tribe his army supplied and told they’d only help if they killed Joshua, knowing he’s a target.

And instead of heading out to draw the White Legs and the many assassins sent by Caesar away from these people, he decides to become their war chief.

Because the last time he did that it turned out so well.

And Daniel - his friend who lost his home and family due to Joshua’s slave army and Joshua’s presence - is saying “we have to get these people out of here” because he’s known them for over six years and cares about them. Joshua, instead, decides they should stand and fight because he’s decided it’s fine and good to turn peaceful people into warlike people as long as he does it for his own personal vengeance barely disguised as protecting Zion instead of for Caesar.

Again: the Sorrows are not Joshua’s friends, he stays with the Dead Horses. Zion is not the Dead Horse’s home. They do not remain there once the White Legs are dealt with. Zion is nothing more to Joshua than a battleground.

Let me clarify:

I do not like the White Legs. I do not think Salt-Upon-Wounds deserves to live. My courier has killed many raiders, which the White Legs were before the Legion got its hands on them - albeit weaker raiders - and I see no reason to make an exception.

But Joshua - who brought them here (as a target, as a guide), who would have done the same to the Dead Horses, who DID do the same to so many other tribes, who only left the Legion because he was thrown out, who is doing nothing more than continuing a campaign of violence that started over three decades ago, who would be doing the same thing as a commander of the Legion if he had a choice - Joshua does not get to make that decision.

It is Daniel who should decide if vengeance is due for New Canaan. It was his home, for 30 years when it was not Joshua’s. He goes back to his people, after all this, unlike Joshua, who can invent lies about them to wage further war. Daniel has chosen peace.

It is the Sorrows who should choose to fight for Zion or to escape. To learn to fight people - as if they don’t already fight bears! - or to remain peaceful. (Note: they are not pursued by the Legion. It is Joshua that they want, not the Sorrows.)

If the Dead Horses want to go home and reclaim what was theirs and apologize for their actions, then Joshua is clearly welcome to help with that. He would not stay, if he had the honor he claims, as he would make them a target, but they would let him.

Joshua is not a victim. This is not a redemption arc. He’s doing the same thing he was before, but claiming it’s for God instead of for Caesar, despite having no right to speak against the beliefs of the New Canaanites on behalf of their God. He’s not making anything better. He’s not atoning for what he did. He’s doubling down because he is angry that his friend Edward tried to kill him and that his long since betrayed people are dead.

Joshua does not have the right to make Zion his battlefield.

#joshua graham #fallout new vegas #new Vegas #courier six #burned man #fallout

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seeyatellite · 1 month ago

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Someone asked if my childhood, trauma and CPTSD had ever affected my sex life and/or kinks/fetishes. Between the arguing, clear controlling behaviors from one side and extreme apologist behaviors from the other…

Very possibly. As a teen, I was pretty heavily sexually active and I was lucky enough to be “approachably sexy.” I turned girls down more often than I accepted their advances and it was usually because the opportunity felt superficial.

Therapy led me to understand I have a deep, intrinsic need for closeness and I prioritize touch, cuddling, foreplay, kissing, hugging and affection.

Between 16 and 18 I had 2 threesomes, both MFF and MFM. I dated one of the women in my MFF. I also had a few friends who just cuddled together in piles on beds at parties and group gatherings. I had a few bisexual experiences and a couple of gay experiences.

My overwhelming and obvious conclusion is I’m very possibly polyamorous and I have a strong appetite for both feeling and witnessing physical affection. I may be more comfortable with sharing lovers and engaging in full oral sharing/kissing/body exploration between both men and women involved.

I and my therapists have seen this as a possible trauma response and while I’ve been wrestling with the desire, I also have sensation-based double penetration fantasies which could be rooted in fear of insufficient control over life or just wanting to give up... my fantasy is to be on the bottom and be ridden by a woman while she’s penetrated from behind as I kiss, lick and massage her body, breasts and neck as she occasionally passionately kisses me.

It’s also pretty clear I want to relinquish control and simply lay there as a woman rides me, directs my hands and takes over. One of my first sexual partners did something similar. She careful set herself down onto my body and started delicately and deliberately sliding onto me and away from me with only her hips until bringing her face near mine. Her breasts set upon my chest as she gave my neck a kiss, wet lick and then exhaled a cool breathe from her nose to tingle my wet skin as she took my earlobe skillfully into her mouth with a moan then lifted to bring her lips to mine for a passionate kiss.

That was a major turning point in how I approached and appreciated sex.

I understand that I’m not looking for a wife and I never want kids. I’m deeply emotionally and sexually scarred by fear of judgment compiled atop these kinks and they may have stemmed from not being taught anything about sex and learning through osmosis and porn.

I also have experience with all these dynamics and know wholeheartedly that they are good for me.

Thing is, I also know I’m not into domination or force play. I am against choking or “abusive” dynamics. In my mind, all these can be and must be fully mutual and reciprocal experiences. Penetration is pleasure... therefore it must be enthusiastically pleasurable.

What am I completely against in sexual acts?

Well I have zero interest at all if anyone’s under the influence of substances like drugs, alcohol or weed… which all fall under the “drug” category.

I’m against choking, slapping, aggressive behavior in sex… it’s the opposite of sexy. Same with choking a partner with a cock or holding their head down on it. Huge turn off. I grew up with a man who used choking as a “shut up and listen” tactic. Panic attacks and mental freezing is not a sexy experience.

So what are my turn-ons and legitimately taboo kinks and interests? I don’t really know.

I always thought that was women looking down at me until I realized it’s because I fell in love with a woman I gave oral to every day outside her cycle for 8 months straight when I was 17. I wound up giving myself a slight fetish and every time I catch eyes with a woman from a lower position I get filled with this warm arousal. It’s like a nostalgic sensation of sensual desire.

The thing I find difficult reconciling in myself is an attraction to multiple sexual partners at once; wife/partner shares, threesomes with both another couple or two women… never an “orgy” or “gangbang” kind of thing… and not domination or submission. It’s like I have a powerful craving to hold, be held and feel and share support but it got twisted and sexualized somehow.

I’ve been in and loved these scenarios. I might go so far as to say they were truly safe and comfortable sexual experiences. Most were also in places I lived and knew well so there’s that level of protectedness and predictability.

Something that really doesn’t make sense to me is a DP fantasy. Part of me thinks it’s just doubly pleasurable and an opportunity for extreme closeness while the rational part of my mind says anal probably hurts and prep for it; douching and such, plentiful lube, is annoyingly tedious.

I’m working on understanding my extreme touch starvation in therapy after spending nearly a decade in legitimate isolation while living in my father’s basement. My nervous system, limbic system and general mental health are more in a state of “gotta live on my own and continue therapy” consciousness before a relationship, let alone a marriage. I’m comfortable with my decision to get a vasectomy and become surgically incapable of fathering a child as I reintegrate my hobbies and passions with the sexual self I was once unapologetically in tune with.

#mental health #therapy #kinks and fetishes #cptsd recovery #trauma conditioning #therapy journal

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dokidokitsuna · 2 years ago

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Looking forward to playing my first Splatfest ever! As you can see, I’m Team Sour~

I feel like I’m in a kind of odd in-between position; where I’m new enough that I can still relate to the Christmas noobs, but experienced enough to already have a solid playstyle and a few weapons of choice…and if there are any fellow new players following me or casual players who are just looking to improve, I’d like to share a vital piece of wisdom I’ve gained over the past ~1.5 months:

Find your comfort zone, and make it your niche.

Before, when I used to imagine what it’d be like to play Splatoon, I thought of myself as a ‘support’ player, who’d probably spend most of my time inking turf and helping my allies defeat enemies, rather than going full offensive on my own.

When I actually started to play, I did do that for a while (out of fear XD)…but before long I started trying to copy everyone else, thinking that jumping straight into battle was the ‘right’ way to play and that I needed to stop being a ‘coward’. Long story short, I got killed A LOT doing that (lots of unhappy memories with the Reefslider…), and I found myself getting more and more frustrated after matches, and eventually I thought “Y’know what? Clearly this isn’t working…maybe I should just go back to the non-confrontational approach”.

I made a point to stop using weapons with specials that made me try to get into the middle of fights, and stick with specials I could use from the sidelines (Tacticooler, Wave Breaker). Then I went back to playing like a ‘coward’...and I started learning things.

My first breakthrough was literally just learning tactics-- watching player behavior, and figuring out how to exploit it. For instance, when my team was getting cornered or otherwise unable to advance, I would use the ‘suicide run’: sneak around the side of the map and make a mad dash into enemy territory. Not necessarily to ink turf, but to simply get everyone to turn their backs on the front lines and focus on the intruder (who is always seen as the more urgent threat). If you can survive for at least 10 seconds, it’s a valid strategy, and doing this on the regular also taught me evasive skills pretty early on. When you’re constantly getting attacked by 2-3 people at once surrounded by enemy ink with no one nearby to help, you learn fast. ^^

My next breakthrough was learning to aim…which is a valuable skill that not everyone has, believe it or not. ^^ And as the person who usually wandered off alone to ink all the unloved corners of the map, I often found myself in a position to sneak up on enemies and quickly splat them when they were focused on other things…which eventually became the cornerstone of my playstyle.

At this point, I’ve gone back to focusing on inking turf and ‘Splat Assisting’...but I do it not out of fear of trying other things, but because I’m GOOD at THOSE things and now I know how to do them in the most beneficial ways. I’ve learned to ‘splatter’ enemy turf to slow down opponents’ movements and draw them out of hiding, and even to paint escape routes for struggling allies. My aim’s gotten so good that anyone I can hit before they notice me is usually splatted in 2 seconds, and I specifically target people who are preoccupied so I can get those kills. Yesterday I racked up 21 in Clam Blitz (a mode that, just last week, I was afraid to even try) just by doing what I do best and ‘assisting’.

All that is to say, what you feel comfortable doing (in any MMO game, really) is probably what you need to be doing; you just need to get yourself the right tools and tailor your playstyle to accommodate it. There are lots of types of skillsets that can be useful in Splatoon, and lots of ways to work with each weapon class (and Salmon Run is a great way to trial-by-fire yourself into finding weapons you never knew you’d click with…once upon a time I almost considered becoming a Splatana main). Just go with your gut, believe in yourself, and always prioritize having fun~

#splatoon #octoling #splatoon 3 #musings

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skye-huntress · 2 years ago

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RWBY: Arrowfell Reaction

I have not only played Arrowfell, I have completed the story, collected all the Skills Points, and earned another Platinum trophy for my collection. I just checked and it’s actually my 60th, not like I planned for it or anything.

Lets start with that then, the trophies, achievements or whatever they’re called are all fairly straightforward and easy to collect. The only missable trophy requires you to hold on to 10 Skill Points at once, which I’m glad I spotted beforehand so I could get it out of the way as soon as possible.

Grimm Eclipse was designed as a co-op game, and I no longer have people to play with. I might not be used to 2D platformers, but Arrowfell is more my kind of game. I get switch between all the girls at once, and there’s a lot more story content.

I was still a little clumsy when it came to switching characters, so sometimes I switch too slow or to the wrong character which was especially problematic during ambushes and boss fights.

Ruby naturally had the long reach with her melee and her semblance really helped to get behind enemies and avoid attacks, which makes her ideal for hit-and-run tactics. Weiss was the one I found especially useful. Ranged attacks use up energy which also serves as the team’s collective “shield”, but with her semblance, Weiss can attack at range in multiple directions at once without using energy. Blake’s clones can block projectiles and can attack enemies even after switching to other teammates, so you can attack at a safe distance, or double or triple the number of times you attack at once. Yang is the one I ended up using the least though. She has the smallest attack range which means too often I end up getting too close to enemies. That said, when I want to get the drop on enemies from above, her Semblance is handy for that.

So my recommendation for early skill allocations would be, to boost Weiss’ range damage (which includes her Semblance), Ruby and Blake’s melee attacks, and for Yang, defence might be a good idea. Also, whichever character you end up favouring the most, put a few points in the energy recharge.

As for exploration, you have a map of Solitas where you can explore locations as many times as you want. It’s something I’ve been wondering about, but there must be other locations and settlements around Solitas, supposedly. We never got to see much of the rest of the continent outside the major cities, besides that one mine. Makes me wonder what happened to those towns after Volume 8.

Some locations branch out a bit, where you can explore to find more hidden Skills Points or other items, and each Semblance is used to explore. Ruby can dash across gaps, Weiss’ glyphs can me temporary platforms to reach higher, Blake can use her clones for pressure pads, and Yang… smash.

Although I quickly found the some areas can’t be reached right away and I needed to return after one of the girls improved their Semblance. As an example, after helping Harriet, she taught Ruby how to dash further, which makes a lot of sense in canon, since we know RWBY and JNR were also training with and learning from the Ace Ops and Winter.

I was so thorough in my exploration, that I kept bumping into one particular person a lot, Penny! Her part in the story doesn’t come until later but you can still find her in a certain location in the first four chapters and talk to her.

Speaking of familiar faces, we had Pietro, Maria, Ironwood, the Ace Ops, Qrow and Winter, but we never saw Team JNR or Oscar. I suppose with everyone else working on the current crisis, they were stuck with the more mundane takes.

Seeing Team BRIR take down the Megoliath was pretty impressive, though it did feel a bit like when the Ace Ops took down that Geist. You know, like they were showing off. To be fair, Team RWBY weakened it (after I got my ass kicked multiple times, the only boss fight I really struggled with).

There was something that bothered me, after they were chased off as quickly as they appeared, we’re told they are paid mercenaries that have been extorting towns around Solitas, but it wasn’t shown in their actions. That kind of tipped me off that I should take that information with a grain of salt.

Likewise, the fact that Bram Thormane wanted to take the “Mysterious Orb” off ours hands instead of letting us personally deliver it to Ironwood put him on my suspect list. Not just him, but also the person he told Team RWBY to meet.

You know, I was more than happy to mock the Ace Ops when Elm mentioned that a group like Team BRIR would definitely be on their radar. Now that I have the full context, I’ll forgive them for their ignorance, especially since we were given misleading information about BRIR. In retrospect, that should have been another hint, of course if there were a group of mercenaries running around shaking towns for money that even the Atlas Military would have heard about them.

I find it funny that Ruby was ready to point that finger at Jacques for arming criminals. I actually agree with Weiss, the man may be unscrupulous but he’s not the type to spend his money to arm someone else.

Also, nice little tidbit about Weiss needing to get the materials for Myrtenaster herself. I’m not surprised, Jacques never wanted her to become a Huntress, especially after Winter ran off to join the military.

So first mention of “Arrowfell” in the game, and the person who is already on the suspect list is quick to downplay the possibility it is connected.

As it goes, Arrowfell is a military facility developing military tech that according to Ironwood was shut down and sealed off years ago. And immediately, I could not help but think about Ironwood track record of keeping places secure or making sure his military tech isn’t stolen. I would never take Ironwood’s word when he says a place is unaccessible.

Amoncio Glass was something of a treat. Liked to talk big but a bit of a coward. He said something about how even the Ace Ops know not to mess with him. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I enjoy taking the piss out of the Ace Ops every chance I get, but in this case, I have to say it’s more likely that they consider dealing with Amoncio as beneath their pay grade.

Amoncio: dOn’T yOu KnOw WhO i Am?!

Ruby: Nope! 😁

That little cutscene before the fight might be my favourite.

I cannot believe Qrow stole Winter’s Saber*. I see sobriety didn’t make him any less of an asshole. *Side note, we still don’t have a name for it, do we?

The Faunus in Mantle, Mikado, is adorable.

One thing I liked in particular about talking with Winter is Weiss finally calling her sister out. Don’t just criticise her, give her actionable feedback so she can actually improve. When Weiss said it, I was like “YAS, Ice Queen!”

Don’t you just hate it when you beat the bad guy and in their defeat they decide to spite you by setting off whatever doomsday plan they had in place. Usually it’s something like blowing up their hideout so you have to escape, though that was fortunately not the case this time.

Did Ruby just accuse Weiss of being at fault for the cookie shortage? More surprising was Weiss saying “Cookies are more your thing! I sure didn’t eat them all!” Weiss didn’t deny eating any cookies, that last line implies that she definitely has eaten some!

There’s something about train levels that makes them so satisfying to play. Also, we finally got to see that footage from one of the earlier trailers and I could finally confirm what I suspected, that there was a rogue faction within the Altas military. Not surprising, Ironwood’s leadership left much to be desired.

So it seems like the whole Arrowfell mess for once is not Ironwood’s fault. Seems his predecessor dropped the ball and didn’t pass on information that their successor should have known, like the identities of the Keepers of Arrowfell. I guess the Atlas Military suffered with incompetent leadership long before Ironwood took charge.

And now we finally get to learn what Penny was doing the whole time and what those weird doors were about. Also love to see more of her even in this format.

The banter between Weiss and Penny was… particularly interesting. I suppose we never did see how they would normally interact before things got a bit serious. I felt like some of Weiss’ comments could be toned down a bit, though I don’t think she meant any real harm or disrespect. Penny can be a bit of dolt at times.

And now we’re friends with Team BRIR. After this incident I wonder what they went on to do. I’m sure even Ironwood knew better to just destroy what was inside Arrowfell so it would no longer need Keepers. If I had to guess, either BRIR went to help out with the other settlements, or they would have been among the Huntsmen that were protecting Mantle offscreen during the invasions and evacuations. Maybe they’ll show up in the main show, probably in the background chatting with Team SAFR and Shion Zaiden.

So Bram Thornmane’s motive was because he was passed over for a spot in the Ace Ops. How many villains are just people that Jimmy has personally pissed off? He also had a hero complex, something he actually shares with the man he despises so much.

And the reason he was passed over for the position? “I’m afriad there’s no fit for your Semblance.” I mean, wow. That actually confirms something I only suspected about how Ironwood picks the Ace Ops. He picks members based on whether they have complementary Semblances, not based on merit and more importantly, how they complement the team as individuals. On the one hand, I get the importance of having a diversity of skills for any situation, but perhaps Ironwood may have prioritised the wrong criteria.

After all that, I do have to say, Bram may have had a point. His methods were unforgivable, no argument there, but I don’t think he’s necessarily wrong about Ironwood. I’ve been saying it is a wonder Ironwood wasn’t forced to step down after his disastrous and embarrassing failure at the Vytal Festival. That is to say nothing of his actions since the Fall of Beacon. It is the most believable thing in the world that there was another conspiracy to have Ironwood removed from his position.

I think that’s it. A nice little game I enjoyed playing, and at the end of the day that’s all that matters.

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby7 #rwby arrowfell #rwby arrowfell spoilers

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raventao · 2 years ago

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So I had a very nice ZukAang dream last night about Zuko and Aang (aged up) having a daughter together and it was just super cute. I woke up at 2:30am, half asleep still needing a shower, which, gave me ample time to dwell more on said dream. Why can't I go back to sleep and finish it? I want more. The best I could do is write down what I remembered after the shower in my notes app though.

ANYWAY! If you're interested, the dream went roughly like so;

If you fudge the timeline around a little bit:

Aang gets frozen with Gyatso after a tactical retreat from the attack on the southern air temple. Sozin was looking for him specifically since he's already been announced as the Avatar to most of the world, so the air nomads haven't been outright slaughtered, but their numbers are not what they once were since Sozin still kills a lot of them looking for Aang after he gets frozen, assuming they're hiding him - he's probably about 20 and already been taught Water bending, was in the process of learning Earth bending but it wasn't going well.

He still meets Katara and Sokka (also aged up, so 22 and 23) when he wakes up, they still help him and they both continue their water bending studying as they travel. Gyatso helps them by being team dad.

Zuko still gets booted from the fire nation for the same reason, probably at the same age too, but by the time he finds the GAang, it's just him and a core group of guys + Iroh that have all pretty much come to the same conclusion - the fire nation is in the wrong and want to help. Zuko is also aged up to 23. He's seen some shit, he is not keeping the title fire nation prince, if someone asks, he makes sure they know he's the ex prince. He meets the GAang after they find Toph. (who does not need to sneak away because she’s a grown ass woman of 20 and made her own choices. Her parents still don't know about her bending prowess and coddle her, but ultimately, they can't actually stop her from leaving.)

Gyatso and Iroh are instant BFFs and co dad the GAang once Zuko joins - which is significantly easier since Ex prince Zuko is pretty publicly anti Fire Nation. But he does usually still go by the Blue Spirit to make things easier. Zuko/Iroh and Toph are teaching Aang Earth and Fire bending, and as a result, are getting closer. The comet isn't super immanent, they have time. (5 years or so? They're preparing, (both sides) but the time frame isn't quite as crunch time.) Zuko and Aang end up getting married quietly and having a kid (and nothing I've read/seen in AtLA canon says men can't get pregnant, and it's fantasy so ... ya' know.)

He dissappears from the public eye for about a year and resurfaces with a daughter. Her other father is not made public knowledge just to keep her safe from Zuko's family. (No name yet, leaning towards Rain?) She turns out to be an Air bender so no one actually can hazard a guess as to who her 2nd dad is. Even if being the child of the Avatar does technically mean she had the same chances to be any other type of bender.

She is about 3 when, while Toph and Zuko are away dealing with a covert operation for the resistance, her, Aang, Katara, and Sokka are attacked (where are Iroh and Gyatso? Dunno, maybe a White Lotus meeting???) by Zhao and his fleet. The fight is intense and being older and wiser, Aang doesn't use the Avatar state as often, but they're still kicking ass and taking names until Rain gets taken hostage and Aang gets seriously hurt, when he notices and gets distracted. Zhao uses her to escape and Aang is heartbroken that his baby is taken. Katara and Sokka are just as upset, not having been strong enough to get to her before she was taken aboard the ship. (Rain had wanted to help, saw her daddy, and aunt and uncle fighting, and said "I'll fight too!" And in typical 3yo fashion, did not listen when Sokka and Katara told her no, and slipped into the brawl of Fire Nation soldiers and proceeded to be a little more than a nuacience to them before she's captured.

Cue Zuko hearing about what happened after he gets back maybe a day or two later and sees his husband very injured (they at least took out the ship's worth of men who had stayed back to slow them from getting to Zhao and rescuing Rain themselves. T'was not an easy fight and some got in decent attacks while they were emotionally compromised.) And hears about Rain's abduction. He and Toph give chase while Katara takes care of Aang. He promises he doesn't blame them, he knows how dirty and underhanded Zhao is, that using a child to gain an advantage is absolutely something he would do. The Blue Spirit pays them a visit and when Zhao asks why the blue spirit is after him someone smartly answers; "well, it might have to do with you kidnapping the avatar's kid."

Which is where I woke up, but I'd like to think Rain was just throwing a tantrum amd flinging tornadoes around shouting for her dads when Zhao tells her she can't go home.

When Zuko and Toph get there to rescue her she probably blows Zhao off the side of the ship while they're escaping just to be petty. Toph would absolutely high five her for it too.

#avatar: the last airbender #a:tla #Zuko #Aang #zukaang #Katara #Sokka #Toph #Gyatso #Iroh #Zhao #cw mpreg #mentions of it anyway #children #aged up #AU

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peterpanfromlemonland · 2 years ago

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The Night I Heard You Cry (pt 7. Be Careful Who You Trust)

CW/TW: more emotionally turbulent Simon, much anxiety, mentions of firearms and child abuse, panic attacks

Later that day Ghost and Soap took Mai to the practice range to test out her firearm skills, which she had very little of and it was evident in how she missed all her targets and how she awkwardly held her pistol. Simon groaned as he face palmed visibly, Johnny awkwardly smiled as he did his best to help Mai properly hold the small firearm. He was standing so close to her, his chest pressed against her back, he could almost feel her soft heart beating against him. When they realized how close they were to each other, Mai quickly scooted away from the man.

“Look Mai,” Johnny groaned, “If you want to be able to protect yourself you need to let me help you.”

“I am.” She huffed in response, “I just… I don't like being close to anyone…”

“I understand that, Lass, but you have to step outta your comfort zone sooner or later.”

“Look,” Simon butted in, “Do you want to join the team or not.” Mai was still unsure. Sure, wanted to join Ghost Team and be able to help out- it was the least she could do to repay them for saving her. But she just wasn’t good at violence. She never before had held a gun in her life- let alone had her father let her anywhere near the firearms he had. Sure, Vinh had taught her the basic gun safety; always point the muzzle of your weapon towards the ground, keep your finger on the trigger guard and never on the trigger until needed, always make sure the safety is on when you’re not using it, treat every firearm like it’s loaded- with caution- and always make sure the chamber and magazine are empty.

The basics. Nothing fancy, nothing complicated, just enough info her tiny 5 year old brain could comprehend. Once she got caught trying to touch the pistol without permission or adult supervision, her father got so angry that he pointed the firearm at her as a scare tactic to get her to never ever touch a gun without supervision or permission. It’s not like she didn’t want to learn how to better her aim, it’s that she was too scared to. She didn’t want to fuck it up and disappoint her saviors. It was all just happening too soon; she missed her warm bed, missed the bedtime stories her mother would tell her, the collection of stuffies that overflowed from her shelves.

“I want to help.” Mai grumbled stubbornly before taking the pistol from Johnny’s hands, “I got this.” She walked up to the little yellow line that was painted behind the barrier, got into a shooting stance, aimed her weapon and fired. Barely. Just a few centimeters off from the target, she let out a sigh of frustration while she set the gun down. She had given up for the day and was ashamed that it only took 30 minutes for her to throw in the towel. Before any of the men could say anything she was already stomping off to her room.

“Lass,” Johnny called after her, “Wait!” The man followed her like a lost puppy, leaving Simon alone and annoyed. If she wanted to be a soldier, a fighter, she would make a piss poor one. He sighed and started to stash the equipment away, maybe it was a bad idea to keep her around but he didn’t want her to leave- he kept telling himself the reason he keeps her around is because she has intel, but the real reason? He was completely, utterly, and madly infatuated with her. He refused to admit it to himself, refused to admit that he would sacrifice the world just for her, he refused to tell her. He had already let himself be vulnerable around Soap, already admitted to himself that he would watch the world burn if it meant he could spend forever with him. But now that she was added to the picture? Everything became more complicated for him.

Before, it was just him and Soap. The two of them survived Las Almas, they could survive anything. But now it was more complicated than that, he hated how he couldn’t choose and how he wanted to spend forever with both of them. From now to the afterlife. Once the equipment was all neatly stashed away safely he started making his way in the same direction the others went. His mind was running a thousand miles per second, he always thought emotions were useless and would always get in the way of his work; he would bottle all of his emotions up deep inside him where he never dared to go. He had to bottle up everything in order to survive his turbulent childhood. Showing emotions was like showing weakness, he couldn’t have that now could he?

Johnny had caught up to Mai, reaching out and placing a hand on her shoulder- he was relieved she didn’t get lost- the next thing he knew was that he was on the cold linoleum floor, head throbbing in pain. What the fuck? It felt like an hour when it was merely a minute. His thoughts raced as he glanced around for any signs of Mai, there she was, huddled up in a corner. Eyes wide in fear as rested her hands on both sides of her head. Did Mai do that? She was shaking, tears falling down her face, she didn’t mean to, she didn’t know it was Soap who had grabbed her shoulder.

“Hey,” Johnny rolled over to his side, getting into a sort of push up position and maneuvering himself onto his knees, “A thasgaidh. It’s okay.” The man was at eye level with the shaking girl, he was unsure of what to do- pull her into a hug or just leave her there to cry- he felt helpless. The man got the idea to just tap the toe of his boot against the toe of her sneaker, he wasn’t directly touching her but it was still enough to let her know that she was okay- that she was safe.

Mai’s tear filled black eyes met his calm blue ones, her heart beat started to slow to a normal calm pace, steady and quiet. His warm smile easing her shaking body to a stop as he slowly reached a hand out to pull her into a hug, this time she saw the gesture- this time she didn’t run from it. Mai leaned closer towards the brunette, her forearm meeting the brush of his palm; cool, calloused, strong, confident, safe. She pressed her forehead against his knee as he held her close.

“It’s okay lass,” he hummed, “You’re safe. Didn’t mean to startle you like that.”

“I forgive you.” She hiccuped.

“You did good today,” he mused, “as it was your first time ever shooting a gun.”

From behind the corner, Simon was listening to all of it. He wanted to be the one comforting her, the one to touch her, hold her, wipe away her tears. But he knew that would never happen, he could only live out his fantasies through Johnny and it was heartbreaking. He reprimanded himself for being so coldhearted and unable to express emotion, how could anyone like her be with a monster like him? If he told her the truth about himself she would surely run away and never return. He could only admire her from afar, he was lucky if she even looked his way- let alone, said anything to him.

He poked his head out just a bit to see them, to watch them, to embrace them. Johnny was so gentle with her, he was patient with her- it was as if she just naturally fell into his arms. Both Johnny and Mai stood up slowly, Soap’s hand on the girl’s head in a patting motion, Simon imagined that it was him there with her. Soap gently flicked away her tears, the pads of his thumb brushing against her dry and saline chapped cheeks- that should’ve been him. Just watching them caused Ghost to yearn for their touch, for their warmth, for them.

His heart felt like it was about to explode from his chest, with a sigh he shuffled off in the other direction, if he told Johnny how he felt he’d probably get laughed at and if he told Mai how he felt she would fear him even more. He shuffled past Price who was the only one who seemed to notice something was off about the behemoth of a man. “Say, Simon,” the captain started, “You seem to be out of it, what’s wrong?”Ghost jerked at the question, what was wrong with him? He knew that Price would listen, he wasn’t the one to judge, but could he trust him? Simon just shrugged, giving him a cold, pain filled stare before walking to his office.

#ghost x soap #soap x oc x ghost #ghoap

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treesandtheirberries · 3 years ago

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Dad!Harry talks to his daughter about her questioning sexuality

A/N: might make this into a blurb series? so presh. if you have any concepts around this, send them my way.

wc: 2,249

June was Harry and Y/N’s first baby, their biggest accomplishment before they were soon having another child. June was currently 13, the awkward age of Middle School, puberty, and overall questioning of identity. Y/N and Harry wanted this weird stage to be a smooth transition. They always encouraged her to express herself, with clothes, in hobbies, with their conversations. Although their first child, they both felt as though they managed to get through the difficulties of becoming a parent easily (thanks to the massive amount of parenting books, from birth to adolescence, that Harry kept buying while June was still in the womb).

Yet, there is only so much you can prepare your child for, and surely you can’t be there to guide them through every difficulty. Harry and Y/N weren’t sure if June would question her sexuality as both of them weren’t straight, they didn’t know if the process was the same for heterosexuals. But they never skirted around the topic. If anything, they encouraged watching same-sex couples in movies and such, even having many friends who had families with someone of the same gender (or a partner that was non-binary).

Harry hoped that this would be an excellent way to acclimate their children to the varying diversity of the world. Y/N grew up with racial diversity, but anything deviant from heterosexuality or cisgender was heavily frowned upon. They hoped that with their lack of omission of the varying aspects of identity their children would have the opportunity to understand themselves easier rather than constantly question their identity.

They forgot to take into account that this was simply a stage in adolescence they had to endure though, as Eric Erickson put it: a fight between identity and role confusion. And June was currently right at the center of it.

June, even as a child, was usually calm and they rarely had problems with her being fussy like they do with the twins, Mazzy and Mick (named after the artists constantly playing on their home turntable). Thus, any changes were quickly noticed in her behavior.

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Picking up the kids from daycare and June from school was on the top of Y/N’s list of things to do for the day. She adored seeing everyone’s faces after a day at work and seeing their warm smiles and tight hugs always brightened her mood.

Today, things seemed different.

June jumped into the front seat with a grunt, a frown, and even went as far as throwing her bag onto the floor of the car forcefully. This was generally out of character, except Y/N and Harry have noticed these bursts of anger more recently.

“What’s eating at ‘ya bug?” Y/N calmly asked, wanting to maintain a balance of emotions although knowing June was perhaps all over the place as most teenagers are.

June rubbed her hands on the top of her thighs and noticeably took a few deep breaths; a calming tactic her father taught her when she was younger to calm herself. She took a few more breaths until facing her mother to talk. “Sage didn’t want to hang out this weekend,” she finishes, the frown being found on her face once again.

“Oh, is she busy? Thought you two were having a sleepover at home?” Y/N inquired. She knew Sage and her daughter were best friends since the beginning of sixth grade, and she hoped they would maintain their friendship although she knew the ups and downs adolescents faced it might not be possible.

“She said she’s going to the mall with Rye.”

“As in the bread?” Y/N chuckled, trying to lift the mood.

June rolled her eyes, another behavior that has risen in frequency. “No mom. A boy. That she likes.” She grumbled crossing her arms and sinking further into the seat.

“Oooooh I see what’s going on here, Sage is going on a date!” She rose her voice to a pitch of puppy love, which didn’t sit well with June.

“We promised we wouldn’t date boys in Middle School. They’re all so stupid and ugly. I don’t get why she’s ditching me for him.”

Y/N was a bit surprised by this. Harry and she have talked about the day they’d have to worry about June’s infatuation with others and they were dreading it. Hearing that June didn’t have interest in it now was a relief, but of course, this whole conversation was concerning.

“I understand, not the nicest to make plans with someone when she already made some with you. But June-bug, you guys are teenagers. Of course, she’s going to take an opportunity to go on a date with a freaking boy!”

“Language momma!” Mick yelled, the three-year-olds’ well acquainted with naughty words.

“I guess. Just rude s’all.” June finished with another grumble. She wasn’t known for throwing huge fits, and her outbursts were usually this short.

Still, Y/N knew that this would be something that would affect her for the rest of the week. Her daughter is calm but incredibly sensitive, and the two parents have learned how to work through her internal struggles. She decided to ask the usual question during June’s turmoils: “wanna talk to dad about it?”

“Yes please.”

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Harry was finishing washing the plates as Y/N was getting the twins ready for bed. The small domestic moments like these reminded Harry of how lucky he was to have a family like his. He noticed June’s mood as soon as everyone entered the house, and once Y/N confirmed they would need to talk later, Harry was preparing himself to support his daughter through her problems. Y/N and he were definitely lucky with their firstborn being like June. Sometimes he’ll credit his efforts in teaching June meditation early, and depending on the day, Y/N agrees.

As he dries the plates to put back in their cupboards, June walks in.

“Hiya bug. C’mere give Poppa hug.”

June rolls her eyes (he’s having a hard time adjusting to these teenager habits) and walks closer to her father. Although she’s extremely close with both of her parents, there is a timeless connection she has with her father. “Not a child anymore dad. And please, do not call yourself poppa again. You’re not that old yet.” She mumbled in his chest, clearly needing the affection.

“Mom said you wanted to talk? Want her there?”

“Uhm. Maybe we could just talk in my room please.”

“Of course, let me just put these plates all back” Harry smiled, only letting go of the hug once he felt June move away. A small trick he learned from his mother after she attacked him with countless parenting trips: never let go in a hug with your child, let them determine when the hug is over. It gives them more comfort and stability in their lives and although he saw this as minimal, he understood its significance.

“I’ll help.”

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As they walked to June’s room, they caught Y/N walking back from the twins’ room. “Hey baby, twins are done for. I’ll be in the room. “ She pecks Harry quick on the lips and turns to June to wrap her in a hug. “Love you cutie,” she winks at June as she goes to her room.

“Love you momma” June smiles, happy that she has a supportive family like this one.

“I’ll be there in a bit,” Harry smiles, his arm going back to June’s shoulders, giving it a squeeze.

Once they get to her room, both take a seat on June’s bed. Her back is on the headboard while Harry sits at the edge facing her, cross-legged. Every once in a while June would request to speak to Harry, Y/N, or both of her parents on the issues bothering her. Harry and Y/N were proud of having a daughter that felt comfortable enough to communicate with her parents, and they always were looking for new ways to enrich themselves with the issues kids have a different ages.

“Speak to me June, what’s on your mind lady?” Harry starts, initiating the push. He can tell that she’s struggling to bring her thoughts to words.

“Did you....well. How did you ... realize you didn’t like ... uhm, just girls?” She hesitantly asked, too flustered to look at her father on such a strange topic.

Oh, it’s happening, Harry thought. “Well, I was pretty young, I guess around your age, and I realized that I just wasn’t fully straight. It developed from there I guess, I talked to a few friends about it, spoke to your grandma, and eventually met a boy I really liked. It was really scary, I’m not going to lie, figuring out my feelings at that point. After that, it wasn’t a big deal and everyone in the family understood. I just knew something like gender wasn’t a big deal to me, and if I liked someone I liked them. But it’s different for everyone. Your mom can tell you how she found out she’s bi.”

June was soaking in the information her father gave her. She knew both of her parents weren’t straight, but hearing how they found it out was something entirely different. It wasn’t that she was foreign to the concept, but in personal terms, it was utterly confusing.

She finally looked to her father, giving him a small smile at the personal information he shared. They were a very open family, but something about this felt even more personal. “But, did you ever think you were faking it?”

“Not really, but you already know how pretentious your father is,” he chuckled, lighting the mood. “Your mother, as she’ll tell you, had a completely different experience. Said she struggled for years thinking she was either faking it or actually completely gay! She once told me that she just couldn’t disclose it with anyone, and that led her to a lot of contemplation. But if you’re feeling this way too, I need you to know your mother and I are here to support you in any way we can.”

“Dad,” June scrunched her eyes looking down at her crossed legs. “I think I might like girls. Or at least, I think. After Sage told me she’d ditched me I just realized I don’t like her just as a friend.”

At this moment, tears began to form in her eyes from all the confusion. Instantly Harry brought her into aa encompassing bear hug, keeping her safe in his chest. It hurt him to see her going through this dilemma, the inter-workings of adolescents were never fun.

“It’s just,” June suddenly choked on a sob, grasping her dad’s hoodie. Harry began to rub her back for support. “I like her I think. Like really like her dad. I don’t want her to date a boy, I want to date her. But she won’t like me and...I don’t know! Why did this have to happen to me!” She continued, clearly soaking his hoodie.

“Oh baby, please don’t ever think this is a bad thing. Sexuality is a spectrum, many of our friends are somewhere on it, and you already know Elizabeth and Mary are married. This is a beautiful thing to discover baby. But yes, I won’t lie to you, it’s going to be hard. There may be times you like someone who doesn’t like girls but bug, that’s simply life.”

“What if I am dad. I don’t know if I like boys at all.”

“Then you are. As simple as that. You can label how you feel or not, it’s all about what feels most comfortable to you. As you know, your mother and I will be here to support you in any way we can. If you like girls, so be it, you’re still our daughter and you know that. If you like boys, which I mean yuck,” he imitated a gagging noise, rising a laugh out of June “then okay. Both or everyone? It’s all okay bub. I do want you to think about it, It might take some time to accept it but we’re accepting you any way you are. You’re so beautiful and strong, and your sexuality doesn’t diminish that in any way.” He made sure to hug her tightly as he said this, expressing his full support.

“Dad, thank you.” June exhaled, releasing herself to wipe her tears.

“Of course, June. I’m so happy you were able to tell me this, I know it must’ve been hard.”

After a deep breath, June looked calmer after her small crisis. “I knew you guys would be okay with anything but it’s just, much harder than I expected to really like your friend who doesn’t like you.”

“It’s hard, so so hard. Ask your mum, seriously I swear she told me she also liked one of her friends at your age. Universal gay experience perhaps?” Harry pondered.

June gave a small laugh to that. “Yeah, I’ll ask. I don’t want her to think I left her out of this, it’s just that I’ve heard about your sexuality in the media more.”

“Pesky things, but I understand. It was so hard for your mom in comparison to me. Do you want me to let her know first, is it okay that I let her know you might be questioning?” He gave her daughter a sincere inquisitive look, valuing consent over everything.

“Yeah, of course. Probably talk to her tomorrow after we drop the twins off. I really appreciate it, dad.”

“No problem bug. Let’s get you tucked away.”

__________ part 2

OH MY GOD this is my first I HOPE YOU LIKE. please any feedback would be so sexy.

#harry #harry styles #harry styles prompts #harry styles one shot #harry styles one direction #harry blurb #dad!h #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #one direction #1d #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #fine line

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jojikawa · 4 years ago

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Fatal Attraction | Kayn x Fem!Reader | League of Legends

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✧『Fandom』: League of Legends

✧『Character』: Shieda Kayn

✧『Word Count』: 2,960 words 15,587 characters

✧『Summary』: As a child soldier, Kayn had only made one friend who he wanted to protect during the battles against the Ionians but during his final battle, he was too busy defending himself to see what happened to her. Her body was never found so he knew she wasn't dead and now it was his goal to find her.

(This hasn’t been proof read enough times so bare with my typos)

There was a time in the Noxus military where the battle was getting hard and the Commanders needed a new tactic that would surprise the Ionians. The idea that ended up going through was for the military to pick up poor children off of the streets and train them to fight well enough to distract some Ionians for more capable adult soldiers to come and pick them off.

Kayn was amongst these many children along the way he had met a small and dainty girl that he wanted to protect. When he was injured, she always knew how to patch him up, even if it were with a dirty cloth and a minimal amount of medicine. He assumed that her previous family was doctors and them being tragically killed is what lead you to be on the streets at such a young age.

She was the only person that showed him compassion and the two of you formed a natural bond. Whatever happened, he wanted to make it out with her alive.

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During the training the children were issued to have, you were having a hard time getting used to the sudden change. You were always so small and fragile, Kayn was always doing things for you. He knew that once the battles started that he wouldn't always be there to protect you, so whatever he learned from Noxian commanders, he taught you in secret so that as time went on you wouldn't fall behind the next day.

Eventually, the day of the battle came and on such short notice too. It was assumed to be the last day of this group of children before they would need to go out and fetch a new batch.

“(y/n),” Kayn called to you. “Remember the promise you made to me.” His voice was young but stern. You nodded, too nervous about the fighting for you to reply any other way.

The two of you and others like you were so young and were forced to engage in such violence at the hands of your own commanders as bait and when everything started, all you could do was watch as kids you knew were cut down in front of your eyes.

You had lost Kayn and with a sword and dagger among the fighting, you were left to fend for yourself. You didn’t want to attack these people, instead, you wanted an adult to come to save you but you knew that would never happen, and out of fear you ended up killing more men than you can count on your own two hands.

You weren’t even thinking about the promise you made to Kayn, you were just so scared and couldn’t bear the thought of dying such a horrible death. You wanted to run but at every turn was a man trying to corner you to kill you.

Most children who didn’t die took the chance to run away before they were noticed so, as time went on you had gotten more and more outnumbered.

A group of three men had surrounded you. You could take one, maybe two but three wasn’t something you were made for. Not to mention your own physical strength was still lacking.

“Sheida!”

Kayn had heard his own name faintly in the crowd of people fighting. The Noxus regulars had come to take care of the real threats but there were too many people in the way for him to get to the voice he was so familiar with.

The fighting lasted around a day or two before it was over and word got around that Noxus had attacked an Ionian village.

All the kids who part took were all dead or gone.

Kayn had been left behind. He had been scooped up by the Order of The Shadow not long after.

Master Zed offered to take in Kayn since he had the fighting spirit and tenacity of no other but he didn’t listen to his plea of look for you once more even when he begged to.

It was very hard on him since members of the Shadow kept pushing him to believe that you were dead and your body simply couldn’t be found or maybe your body was there but was ravaged beyond recognition. You were in a better place now.

Kayn refused to believe that and he bided his time in the Shadow until he felt like he was strong enough to make the move of looking for you so that he can have closure once and for all. He felt that if he were the new leader of the Order of The Shadow, he would have the proper resources to locate you somewhere in Ionia.

When Zed had given Kayn the task of retrieving a Darkin weapon in Noxus territory, he saw this as his opportunity.

Kayn had underestimated the journey of obtaining Rhaast but he had done it. His own will kept Rhaast from stealing his body. Now he felt like he could be the most powerful man in the world.

Kayn went back to the Epool River, where everything had taken place and where everything had gone wrong. What remained of it was still damaged from long ago and unwanted memories had flooded his head. He pushed all of that to the back of his mind because knowing if you were really dead or not was his top priority.

Apart from damaged structures and now a small grave honoring those who fell that day, some locals were unable to move and still reside in what’s left of the village. The only thing he could think of was asking locals about you before he decided to take more extreme measures.

“Excuse me” He called out to one person.

“I’m looking for a girl-, uh, a woman I mean.” He said to another. “She has (color) hair and (color) eyes.”

No one was able to help.

He had been asking around all day and at this point, Rhaast had been urging him to start killing people, which would be what made them talk. Kayn refused.

It was the evening when Kayn was about to give up for the day when he was approached by an older woman who seemed extremely nice.

“I’ve never seen you around here.” She commented. “You’re really unique looking as well. You’re not from around here.”

Kayn frowned. “No, I’m not from here. I just came to look for someone, is all. This is where I lost her. It was years ago and I don’t think she’s here anymore.”

“You’re looking for someone? What makes you think you would find her here anyway? This place hasn’t been the same since that terrible invasion that happened years ago. So many children died. Most locals left to a safer place after that.” The old woman remarked as she looked at all the destroyed homes that had never been repaired.

Kayn was hesitant at first but it ended up coming out anyway. “She was here when that happened! We got separated and then when everything stopped she was gone. Have you seen her?”

“Really? I’m so sorry the two of you had to endure that. Those Noxians are as cruel as they come. There were a few children we found that survived. They ended up leaving but a girl stayed behind. Maybe you can ask her where this person you’re looking for went.” The old woman explained.

Kayn’s eyes widened. He suddenly got a second wind. Is it possible? Could finding you really be this easy. “Yes, please! Where can I find her?” He asked frantically looking around.

“She doesn’t live in the village anymore. She lives a bit far out in the forest. She lives alone as well, so try not to startle her.” She warned.

Kayn smiled but it wasn’t his usual devious smile that he would wear while killing Noxians. It was so hard for him to contain the excitement he had boiling inside of him when he got this news. Just when he was about to give up as well.

Kayn carefully followed the directions he was given. This woman was deeper in the forest than he thought. How could anyone "normal" live this far out and be okay with it?

He made his way through and eventually he began to realize that he was at his destination. It was a small neat cottage next to a small pond some yards away.

At first, he saw no one, so he had tread along the cobblestone path quietly. The pit in his stomach was very present and it made him nervous. Rhaast could sense this and only laugh at how silly he looked.

Then Kayn had heard faint water sounds.

Someone was at the pond nearby!

When he got there, he saw a small, young woman. She was covered in scars and wore a simple white dress and a sun hat as she gathered water from the pond below.

She must have not heard Kayn’s footsteps because she has not acknowledged his presence at all.

“Excuse me.”

Kayn’s voice visible startled the woman, causing her to knock over the bucket she had been putting clean water into. She quickly turned around and was immediately frightened.

“I’m looking for a woman...” His sentence was unable to be finished once your eyes met. It’s like he had already known.

The skin, the hair, the eyes. It was you. You were alive!

“(y/n)? You were here all this time?” His knees became weak and he collapsed to the ground at the realization.

“Who are you? I don’t know you!” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, upset at this man for disturbing you at your cottage.

“It’s me, Kayn! Don’t you remember?” A satisfied look dressed his face gracefully as he dropped Rhaast and slowly began crawling toward you.

“No! You’re not Kayn. He’s dead. If you’ve come to kill me just do it already!” You closed your eyes and kicked, sending you back and further away from him. You could feel the water of the pond touching the edge of your palms.

“No, I never died, I’ve always been here. I thought I was the only survivor. Trust me! I taught you how to fight- at the camp, remember?” You could hear the speak of desperation in his voice.

Did you really believe he left you behind like that?

You opened your eyes and really looked at him. He did have black hair and the same color eyes but his body was different. It was...demonic.

“What happened to you...?” Your voice was soft. “I thought you died and that’s why you couldn’t-” you cut yourself off with a choked sob.

Ever since that day you’ve been so alone. The only person that really understood you, you believed to be dead and gone. You had even been trying to move on but then he suddenly appears, unharmed.

“This weapon. It’s special but we can talk about it later. I’m not what’s important right now. I’ve been looking for you ever since we’ve been separated.” He started. “If only I knew this village was still standing. I would’ve come sooner.”

To Kayn, you looked so different but he was able to tell that it was still you. You were so...beautiful. Just as small and fragile but with a strong will to live.

“You were looking for me? I’m sorry. I thought you were dead. I-If I knew, I would’ve tried...” you then mumbled something Kayn couldn’t hear. You were so shy.

Your eyes were glossy like you wanted to cry. So soft and delicate but you were covered in scars that only a warrior could have. You were truly so unique. Too kind for this world.

This was all too much for you. Maybe he should think of something else to talk about that would help since this was a lot for both of you.

“This is your house? So this is where you’ve been hiding out all this time. We should go inside.” He remarked.

“O-Oh, well, okay.” You stood up and grabbed the bucket. Despite knowing Kayn was alive, a sad, sunken look graced your features.

It had been a very long time since you two have been together but it seemed like something more recent was troubling you.

“When we go inside, please remove your shoes. I try really hard to keep dirt and dust outside.” You told him and he did as he was told.

It was so warm inside and the lingering smell of baked goods and cinnamon filled his nostrils. Were you really living here all by yourself?

“S-So, I’ve been wondering.” You touched your index fingers and looked slightly off to the side as he stood in front of you.

A blank look covered his face, confused at your sudden urge to speak to him, but it was welcomed with a curious silence.

“Where did you go? You were...nowhere to be found...when I needed you.”

“There were too many!” He blurted out. “I heard you but I couldn’t get to you. Please don’t think I abandoned you. I’m here now.”

You gasped at his sudden outburst but then sighed when you had processed what he had said. “You can sit if you want.”

The two of you sat on the couch together, drinking a homemade drink you had made. You held your cup but didn’t drink.

“And you?” Kayn broke the silence.

“Huh?”

“You asked what happened to me and I wanted to know what happened to you.”

You frowned. “No, I meant what happened with you being gone for so long. I figured that you died but you’re here. What were you doing all this time?”

“Oh, I...” should he tell you? Was it against Master Zed’s rules to disclose something like that? He couldn’t t...

No. You were more important than some old man’s rules. He was going to be the new leader anyway and in his new vision for the Order of the Shadow, you’re there with him.

“I have been training with a group called the Order of the Shadow. I’ve been with them ever since.” He said with confidence.

“Are they responsible for what happened to your body?” You pointed out that the left side of his body was different.

“In a way, yes. But it’s not by force. I have a great plan and me looking like this won’t last for long.” He explained. This didn’t make you feel better at all.

“I see.” That was all you said in response.

“When I lost you,” you had begun, clenching the drink you had made. “I was surrounded by a lot of men. I had already killed so many of them but I was tired, I couldn’t fight anymore.”

“I-I feel so bad.” You saw the glass on the table and grabbed your head. The memories of gore and bloodshed etched into your brain, haunting you every moment of your life. “They were just trying to help me and I hurt them.”

Kayn didn’t know why but he felt like he should comfort you somehow and he did. He rested a hand in your shoulder. “It’s not your fault. A lot happened that day. They probably would have killed you. You were just defending yourself.”

“NO!” You yelled. “I stabbed one of them because I was scared. Then I was knocked out by the other. When I woke up I was in someone’s home. They took care of me and the person I stabbed died. I’m such a horrible human.”

“Don’t say that! You’re amazing. It was war and you were scared. I’m here for you.”

Your breathing began getting out of control. You were a monster. You destroyed so many people's lives and took lives that can never be brought back.

“Why did I have to live?” Hot tears began spilling out of your eyes. “They were innocent people.”

Kayn was at a loss for words. You were right, they were innocent people but you were too. It was just an unfortunate situation in the wake of war. He had no idea how to comfort a person in such a complex situation.

He hugged you, squeezing you and letting you sob into his chest. He felt so bad. You were hurting all this time...alone.

“Those who’ve died will forgive you. You were forced into this life. You had no bad intentions. Please understand that you live for a reason. Think about it. The two of us were in a horrible situation where we both could have died.”

Your sobbing had ceased, but only just a little. “But here we are, alive and together. Sole survivors.”

“Growing from this won’t be easy but you aren’t alone anymore.” He added.

You clenched onto him. “Ever since that day, it’s been so hard for me to form a real connection with someone. I’m so glad you lived.” You shyly reached your hand up to his face.

His skin was soft and although he didn’t expect this, he didn’t pull away from you. “You’ve grown so much and you’re so capable. I’m very proud of you.” You’re leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his.

Kayn didn’t know what this feeling was. It was almost like nervousness with a bit of excitement. All this time he’s missed your voice and caring nature. He was naturally drawn to you and you were to him. He was your only family.

“I love you, Shieda.”

Kayn immediately kissed you. You weren’t surprised at all. You kissed him back and he held you close.

Tears, of sadness of your pain and the joy of being with Kayn again, streamed down your soft cheeks. A hole inside of you was filled and now you could begin healing mentally and emotionally.

#league of legends #lol #kayn x reader #shieda kayn #league of legend art #league of legends fanfiction #league of legends fanart #lol Kayn #lol imagines #league of legends x reader #lol head canons #Kayn head canons #league of legends headcanons #x reader #self insert #drabble #fanfic #fanfiction

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NAME: Zoe Valiente GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman / She/Her AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 30 years old / April 10 HOMETOWN: New York City, NY TIME IN WESTERLY: 1 year RESIDENCE: Misquamicut OCCUPATION: Actress

I WANT YOU TO KNOW, I’M A —— mirrorball.

Trigger warnings: alcoholism, divorce, mental health

Smile wider! These two infamous words brought her to her childhood within seconds. Flashing lights had been a part of Zoé Anahí Valiente’s life ever since her teenage mother had gotten her hands on a Polaroid camera. Zoé had been taught to pose for the camera since she was a baby. Their humble beginnings as teenage parents made them resourceful. Alonso Valiente had been a one-hit wonder in Puerto Rico, a stagnant career that drove him to New York, New York. Business in NYC wasn’t much different except for the total freedom that came with his residency. Then, he met Zora. While New York City was the land of dreams for Alonso, it was supposed to be a quick spring break for Zora. Spring break suddenly turned into “forever” and as soon as Zoé was born, Alonso saw a pot of gold in his little girl. Her fluffy curly hair, rosy cheeks and warm demeanor made her the perfect baby. His daughter was a gem in his eyes and a prodigy of his own.

The two made it work as best they could. At first, it was fun but it quickly turned serious. Their dual income was little to nothing due to dead-end jobs. Counting pennies was the norm for the Valiente’s. Alonso had a plan for Zoé but it required patience and most importantly: time. She needed to keep growing and learning in order to fulfill the dream Alonso had which was to make his baby girl a star, and a sparkly one at that. As soon as Zoé could babble and sit up on her own, she was in front of a camera and room full of producers for baby commercials. Alonso had his plan to make her the best in the business and found an acting coach for Zoé once she turned one. Since that point on, Zoé memorized lines and practiced scenes for a living. She was seven years old when she had her first panic attack, frightened by the thought of performing yet it was all she knew. Her parents dismissed those feelings convincing her that she needed to get over it because their bills were on the line. Emphasis on their bills. Zoé grew resentful as time continued on and eventually despised the lifestyle of acting, especially how she automatically carried her entire family’s finances on her shoulders. She saw how easy it came to her parents to control her, finding the manipulative ways in their tactics for her obedience. As much as she wanted to quit, she knew the amount of pressure she carried for her parents and herself. As she continued growing, her father found comfort in drinking and her mother was more concerned with her own vanity. Zoé was thirteen when she was left alone on set for the first time and the first time she drank alcohol. She found the same comfort, or what she thought was actually pleasure, like her father did. This was the start of her own relationship with alcohol.

She was fourteen when she landed a successful sitcom that amplified her career into an unknown chaos. Zoé was young, wild and free enjoying the fruits of her labor and the growing distance between her and her parents. Their personal worries remained in her wallet and monies, anyways. It was a mere swipe of a button when Zoé sent her parents weekly allowance over starting at the age of eighteen. She would do this every Friday around 9pm and immediately followed the crowd to the night clubs, engaging in anything but good behaviour. The judgmental slaps on her wrist left her unfazed no matter what the press, public or even her agent thought and said. She worked through the day to find solace in her liquor cabinet at the end of the night. The high feeling of being on a successful sitcom came to an abrupt end when she turned twenty-five and Zoé was left with nothing except her resume. Her parents had divorced and moved in separated directions. Alonso remarried and Zora went back to her hometown. Zoé was officially alone in Los Angeles with more freedom than ever now that her parents were out of sight and out of mind. She hadn’t truly ever been alone like she was now. Zoé still craved the attention and light of performing, ironically. For someone who hated the process, she quickly restarted her career again. She struggled stepping out of her comfort zone as she joined new sets and scenes but she had bills to pay. Zoé grew busy focusing on developing her career further and landing new roles when she met yet another bad habit.

On her twenty-ninth birthday, she was walking a red-carpet event for her latest blockbuster movie when she received the unexpected call about her mother’s terminal illness. The unpredicted growing grief overcame Zoé’s life and left her unable to perform since then. Zoé packed her bags, moved to Zora's hometown of Westerly, Rhode Island and has been living on the shoreline since. Zoé has put an unintentional indefinite hiatus on her acting career, engaging in new and old found passions in Westerly.

Portrayed by ADRIA ARJONA, written by ELLA.

#t.#fl.#f.#adria arjona #ella #zoe valiente

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ask-fantasy-sanders-sides · 4 years ago

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How competent are Dee and Remus at fighting compared to Patton, Logan and Roman? How does Virgil work with a group?

When it comes to combat, Dee and Remus are a much more competent team than Roman, Logan, and Patton! (Mostly due to Virgil’s influence on them)

Logan has never needed to learn any combat skills, since he’s barely ever seen combat. He’s frail and uncoordinated, and Logan doesn’t have any motivation to train skills he isn’t instantly good at. He does know quite a lot about different flora and fauna, which can be incredibly helpful in battles against those things, but his excitable companions aren’t likely to listen to his advice, if he’s even given time to speak. He took some “self defense with a knife” lessons from Remy at his brother’s insistence, and heard old war stories from his Grandfather, but that’s as close as he’d ever gotten to a real fight before this adventure! (And, despite Remy’s best efforts, Logan is still more a danger to himself than anything around him)

Patton was trained for battle, but he was also trained to use it as a last resort. And, though he was trained in the use of a few weapons, he was discouraged from ever using anything more than his fists. All this in mind, though, Patton was trained for single-combat; facing down a singular, humanoid combatant without any assistance.

Roman did get to witness the thick of a few monster hunts himself while travelling with his Mother’s temple, but he never payed attention to the mechanics of the fight, and was never trained himself. When he and Remus started travelling on their own, they were both mostly winging it; they relied heavily on Roman’s magic and Remus’s unreasonable HP, and both of them being able to fly out of their enemy’s reach most of the time. Roman refused to admit he wasn’t an instant master of the sword, and refused any help he was offered for the sake of his pride (until Virgil bullied him into lessons). Still, despite how little technique he knows, Roman would never run away from a fight!

And, there’s the problem that none of the three know how to work together.

They have very little experience as a fighting team

Logan has no defensive, martial, or stealth abilities, is unarmored and cannot dodge, and almost all of his combat spells backfire on his team in some way

Patton has useful skill in a fight, but he is also the least likely to engage in a battle, or put any effort into one that’s already started

They were all either trained to fight alone or not trained at all, so they don’t know how to fight together without impeding each other and/or hurting themselves.

Roman gets carried away by the 'valor of battle’ easily, so he doesn’t do any defending until it’s too late, and he won’t let anyone else get any offense in either if he has an opening to steal the spotlight

Roman is their healer, but he is also the most trigger-happy and one of the most fragile party members, so he is almost always the first to go down

None of them are very good at sensing when danger is near

So, Roman or Patton’s sheer might can get them out of a few small-scale situations, but they can’t work together, and Logan can hardly even defend himself.

Janus and Remus (mostly thanks to Virgil’s training) do not have these problems.

Janus has had access to many offensive and defensive spells since he was a child, and though he doesn’t have as much energy to use on them as Logan does, he has more variety to work with and more experience in using them. He has less mobility than Logan (who is already pretty bad), but he has much higher stealth, HP, and natural armor, so he can take a few hits before being knocked down. And, although he doesn’t have much strength to put behind it, he was been trained extensively to use a sword, and had one crafted specifically to his liking. And, of course, he has natural poisons he can breathe out in a fog form, spray from his hands, and inject via a bite attack!

Remus had just as little training as Roman had before he met Virgil, but he was also born with the unnatural strength and health of an Angel, while Roman mysteriously was not. He got along pretty well on his herculean strength and might alone for many years, but then he met Virgil, and Virgil insisted on training him. Virgil taught him mastery of many different weapons, and how to wield two identical weapons at once without sacrificing maneuverability or power. And Remus may not be as stealthy as either of his companions, but he is better than his brother, and he can actually survive standing bold-faced in the front line of battle.

Virgil, as you are already aware, is a pretty formidable soldier even when he’s almost dead from surface exposure.

And, of course, they can read each other extremely well!

They’ve had over ten years to learn each other’s tactics and fighting styles, to the point where they can give orders and assess conditions without speaking, and predict each other’s every move.

They trust each other absolutely; each one of them can simply expect the other two to watch their backs and make up for their weaknesses, as they do the same

They know their strengths; None of them is here to steal the spotlight. They know who is best to tackle each target, and when they need to make room for one of their allies, or step in to help them.

Virgil (a seasoned warrior in both solo and team combat, and a vast multitude of weapons and styles) spent many years training his companions to defend themselves and compliment each other’s skills, turning the odd group into a veritable three man army.

Virgil and Remus are both extremely sensitive to incoming danger, including sensing when traps are located nearby

Of course, that doesn’t make their group perfect:

They tend to find themselves outnumbered

They have almost zero ability to heal their party after a battle

Occasionally, Remus can lose control of his Rage and go awol

Janus could run out of spells, and lose a lot of his ability to contribute effectively

Remus and Virgil are MUCH faster and more agile than Janus, who can get separated from them if they aren’t careful

If Logan, Roman, and Patton got a bit more training (some more than others, and bless your heart Logan you really just need more offensive or defensive spells my dude) and the six of them teamed up, they could be quite an indomitable force to face! But, as it stands, our ‘light sides’ don’t really hold a candle to the other three, in general skill or in teamwork.

#lets roll #long post #long answer #tw violence #janus and logan cannot be trusted with weapons #im so sorry logan a battlefield is just not your element #this boy was made for a library he was not made for war #everyone just make a circle around logan we should be fine #roman should also go in the circle but good fuckin luck keeping him there #the competence is stored in the Virgil and it takes time to redistribute #the MIGHT is stored in the remus #he is a brick shithouse with arms and legs #and those arms and legs are also made of bricks #he could crush a nokia in his hand. god bless #someone should take away my access to tags

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hello im feeling extra “touch the stove”-y today so. i was looking for any dialogue where solas just straight up lies and (of what i could find online/transcribed, obv) i didnt find anything that was 100% untrue. he’ll completely avoid the question, change the subject, give part of the truth, etc etc etc, but nothing was just Entirely A Lie

what really gets me is that there’s a handful of convos where someone infers something from what solas says, and he will even point out that he didn’t directly say that. like, he tells people how to see through his shit, lmao

here is an embarrassingly long ass list of examples, all sorted by what kind of not-lying he’s doing lol, just bc i am unhinged<3

*note that some of these are cut from longer bits of dialogue or have been split up from one conversation into different categories*

literally just Not Answering The Question lol

Dorian: How much “will” do they have? They’re amorphous constructs of the Fade. Solas: Hmm.

Dorian: Solas, have I offended you? Solas: If you have, why would it concern you?

Dorian: Solas, what is this whole look of yours about? Solas: I’m sorry? Dorian: No, that outfit is sorry. What are you supposed to be, some kind of woodsman? Dorian: Is it a Dalish thing? Don’t you dislike the Dalish? Or is it some kind of statement? Solas: No.

Dorian: Let me get this straight, Solas. Dorian: You’re an apostate – neither Dalish nor city elf – who lived alone in the woods studying spirits. Solas: Is that a problem for you?

Solas: [has a whole tactical moment about the red jennies lmao] Sera: Where d’you get all this, then? Solas: Do you wish to be unnerved by another tale of my explorations of the Fade? Or do you wish to learn something?

Vivienne: You must be pleased with what was revealed at the Temple of Mythal, Solas. Solas: Why should those ruins please me, Enchanter?

changing the subject before he backs himself into a corner

Gatt: I don’t see any tattoos, but you’re carrying a staff. Are you from a Chantry Circle? Solas: No. And I would prefer not to discuss it.

Solas: I find the fall of the dwarven lands confusing. Varric: What’s so confusing about endless darkspawn? Solas: A great deal, although that is a different matter.

giving the truth, but not the whole truth

Blackwall: Skyhold. How did you find it? Solas: I looked. Blackwall: Now you sound like Cole. You looked? Solas: This world is full of wonders for those who seek them.

Blackwall: You spoke of seeing death and destruction. Did you fight in a war? Solas: There are struggles across Thedas at any given time. I doubt you would have heard of it. Blackwall: An elven skirmish? Solas: In a manner of speaking, yes.

Cassandra: Solas, have you always lived alone? Out in the wilderness, as an apostate? Solas: For the most part.

Cassandra: Have you ever encountered templars before? Solas: Only at a distance. I am an apostate, after all. Cassandra: And they never caught you even once? Solas: I am a very careful apostate.

Dorian: We found elves, living ancient elves, at the Temple of Mythal. Does that bother you, Solas? If Inquisitor allied with the Sentinels: Solas: I am pleased we were not forced to kill them, if that’s what you mean.

Iron Bull: You’ve got an odd style, Solas. Your spells are a bit different from the Circle mages or the Vints. Solas: That comes from being self-taught. Solas: I discovered most of my magic on my own, or learned it from my journeys in the Fade.

Vivienne: So, an apostate? Solas: That is correct, Enchanter. I did not train in your Circle.

Solas: You are a man who made a choice... possibly the first of your life. Iron Bull: I’ve always liked fighting. What if I turn savage, like the other Tal-Vashoth? Solas: You have the Inquisition, you have the Inquisitor... and you have me.

from cutscene at beginning Inquisitor: [mentions the anchor closing a rift] Solas: Whatever magic opened the Breach in the sky also placed that mark upon your hand. I theorized the mark might be able to close the rifts that have opened in the Breach's wake – and it seems I was correct.

from cutscene at beginning Solas: [to a Dalish Inq] You are Dalish, but clearly away from the rest of your clan. Did they send you here? Inquisitor: What do you know of the Dalish? Solas: I have wandered many roads in my time, and crossed paths with your people on more than one occasion. Inquisitor: [Crossed paths? dialogue choice] Solas: I mean that I offered to share knowledge, only to be attacked for no greater reason than their superstition.

from “I’d like to know more about you” convo in Haven Inquisitor: What made you start studying the Fade? Solas: I grew up in a village to the north. There was little to interest a young man, especially one gifted with magic. But as I slept, spirits of the Fade showed me glimpses of wonders I had never imagined. I treasured my dreams. Being awake, out of the Fade, became troublesome.

actually telling the truth but no one picks up on the gravity of it

Solas: [...] I believe the elven gods existed, as did the old gods of Tevinter. But I do not think any of them were gods, unless you expand the definition of the word to the point of absurdity. I appreciate the idea of your Maker, a god that does not need to prove his power. I wish more such gods felt the same. Cassandra: You have seen much sadness in your journeys, Solas. Following the Maker might offer some hope. Solas: I have people, Seeker. The greatest triumphs and tragedies this world has known can all be traced to people.

Cole: No, inside. I don’t hear your hurt as much. Your song is softer, subtler, not silent but still. Solas: How small the pain of one man seems when weighted against the endless depths of memory, of feeling, of existence. That ocean carries everyone. And those of us who learn to see its currents move through life with their fewer ripples.

Cole: You didn’t do it to be right. You did it to save them. Inquisitor: Solas, what is Cole talking about? Solas: A mistake. One of many made by a much younger elf who was certain he knew everything.

Solas: Empires rise and fall. Arlathan was no more “innocent” than your own Tevinter in its time. Solas: Your nostalgia for the ancient elves, however romanticized, is pointless.

Solas: Our people used to be here. Sera: Pfft, you say that everywhere. Solas: It is more true than you want to believe.

Vivienne: You must be pleased, apostate. With the Templars dissolved, your rebels will be most difficult to pacify. Solas: My rebels? Am I an agent for their cause, whispering poison into the Inquisition’s ears? Solas: How comforting. Vivienne: You enjoy seeing yourself as a villain? Solas: No more than any other clever man who wonders what he could do if pushed.

Vivienne: [about the Temple of Mythal] Now you know the elves were once a mighty nation. Solas: I always knew, Enchanter. The Temple of Mythal is just another reminder of what was lost.

(in the Emerald Graves): These forests have changed much since I was last here.

during the Fade!Haven cutscene Solas: It seems you hold the key to our salvation. You had sealed it with a gesture... and right then, I felt the whole world change. Inquisitor: [romance option] “Felt the whole world change?” Solas: A figure of speech. Inquisitor: I’m aware of the metaphor. I’m more interested in felt. Solas: You change... everything.

pointing out that people assume he means things he did not directly say

Cole: There is pain though, still within you. Solas: And I never said there was not.

Solas: You may well become fully human, after all. I never thought to see it. Cole: When did you see it before? Solas: I did not say that I had.

Iron Bull: We’ve got the alliance with my people. Given how much you love the Qun, I figured... Solas: I might scold you? Berate you for your decisions? Iron Bull: Hey. The Chargers died as heroes for the good of the mission. Solas: I never said otherwise.

Sera: Don’t you start. Solas: I’m reasonably certain I said nothing.

Vivienne: [talking shit about grey warden mages] Solas: I never claimed mages should be above the law, Enchanter. Vivienne: No, darling. You merely implied it, while offering no viable suggestions for improvement.

after infamous “side benefits” dialogue Warrior Inquisitor: You find my muscles enjoyable? Solas: I meant that you enjoyed having them, presumably. Warrior Inquisitor: Ah. Solas: But yes... since you asked.

diminishing things he does actually know by saying he he “believes” or “thinks,” or that things were vaguely “said” or “told”

Solas: I say what I believe to be true, even if it gives offense to those who prefer the lie.

Dorian: That orb Corypheus carries... are you certain it’s of elven origin, Solas? Solas: I believe so. Why do you ask?

Solas: It is said that we lived at a pace that sustained us for... ages.

making it sound like he’s talking about something/someone else, but it’s just him lmao

Cole: Do you know a lot about wolves? Solas: I know that they are intelligent, practical creatures that small-minded fools think of as terrible beasts.

Solas: No man can kill so many people without breaking inside. To survive... those you fight must become monsters. Iron Bull: The ones that kill innocent people, yeah. The rest... I don’t know. Solas: The mind does marvelous things to protect itself.

during In Hushed Whispers Inquisitor: I’m glad you understood what he just said because I’m not sure I did. Solas: You would think such understanding would stop me from making such terrible mistakes. You would be wrong.

misc

this one i wanted to include because it’s the only circumstance (that i came across) where someone directly asks solas to lie and he literally says he can’t

during the fucking crestwood breakup scene Inquisitor: [angry option] Tell me you don’t care. Solas: I can’t do that. Inquisitor: Tell me I was some casual dalliance so I can call you a cold-hearted son of a bitch and move on! Solas: I’m sorry.

*also note that most of these are banter transcriptions from the wiki; some are cutscene / other dialogue posted by either @/daitranscripts or u/karinini on reddit; it’s not all his cutscenes obv, but I’m not about to look up every single one individually sdlkfj*

#i am................incredibly embarrassed that i did this #forgive me. the brain worms would not leave until it was Done #also sorry that its ugly no matter what i did tungle was NOT happy w my formatting. just know its clean and easy to read in my mind :/#and i know none of this is new information but i am riddled with terminal grad student brain disease so i like having my evidence organized #long post #(bc its long as hell if u open the read more)#im going to put this in my #ref #tag. bc i sometimes get tripped up writing his dialogue to be cryptic but true

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More Than You Bargained For

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written for the Monster March prompt list prompt: incubus

Eskel is fresh out of Kaer Morhen when they first meet. He's nineteen, hormonal, and alone for the first time since he can remember and he doesn't know what to do with any of that. So when he takes a contract on an incubus, he's going in blind with no ideas of what to expect.

He's young and bright-eyed and every lesson he's had has taught him monsters should be killed, so when he finds the incubus, finds him sentient, he doesn't know what to do. His instincts tell him not to harm him, but people have been dying and he has to protect them. He's a Witcher, that's his job.

"I was wondering when one of you might show up," the incubus mumbles, not even bothering to turn around and look at him. He's cooking something, Eskel can smell it, or maybe he's preparing a potion - it doesn't smell like food, per se. "I wasn't expecting them to send a child," he scoffs.

"I'm not a child," Eskel shoots back. He takes another couple of steps forward and the incubus turns abruptly.

"I haven't invited you in."

Eskel stops, but he keeps his arms crossed over his chest, determined not to show weakness. But he's out of his depth. A ghoul attacks on sight, nekkers swarm, archespores wait for the right moment, but they attack without hesitation. The incubus is just... standing there. Eskel doesn't say anything because he doesn't know what to say, but he looks him over.

Objectively, he's handsome, Eskel supposes. He's got a strong build, muscular arms and chest that are only made more prominent by the white lines marking on his skin. From here, Eskel can't tell if they're part of his skin or some sort of ink - tattoos maybe. He likes them though, finds himself following the way they curve down his body - right to the thin scrap of fabric covering his groin.

Eskel's mouth goes dry and he abruptly averts his eyes.

"Oh," the incubus hums, "that's interesting." He comes closer and Eskel doesn't stop him, lets him walk right up and turn Eskel's chin to look at him. Eskel is confident he could fight him off if he needs to, so he doesn't see the trouble in letting him come close. "You're here about the missing people, aren't you? I didn't kill them, Witcher. You do know what an incubus does, right?"

"I'm not an idiot."

"Then you know it's better for me if I don't kill my 'victims'." He leans in close, sniffing at him, but Eskel holds his ground, doesn't let him see how it affects him. But Eskel can smell his own arousal and he knows enough about incubi to know that the incubus probably can, too.

"I fucked them," the incubus admits, "but I didn't kill them. It was two men and a woman right? I prefer men, haven't fucked a woman in years. And the men? They were alive when they left, and satisfied."

A shiver runs down his spine and Eskel measures his breath.

"But that was weeks ago now," the incubus continues, his implications perfectly clear. "They tell stories about Witchers, about your mutations. Say you can go for hours, is that true?"

"Dunno," Eskel mumbles, "never tried."

He thinks back to his days at Kaer Morhen with Geralt. They fucked and they fucked around, and they did it a lot, but it never lasted long. It was always stolen moments, tucked away in some lonely corner or in bed after hours, having to keep quiet or face the consequences.

They never had long and it was never worth trying to extend their dalliances once they'd come. And sometimes, one or both of them didn't get to. But he's heard the rumours of heightened stamina and he can go longer in a fight than any trained soldier he's come across, so maybe there's something to it talk.

"Oh, but you'd like to, wouldn't you? Maybe we can come to an agreement, Witcher." Hands rest on his hips and Eskel's breath catches on a sigh. "I can take care of you, give you something you crave, hm? And in return I'll be satisfied, I won't have to lure out any unsuspecting victims for a while. What do you say?"

Eskel doesn't know what to say. He takes a short breath, considering it far less than he should before whispering, "can I touch you?"

"Oh, I certainly hope so."

The incubus leans in, pressing his mouth to the join of his neck and shoulder. Without any pre-empt, he wraps his mouth around him and bites down, fangs breaking the skin. Warmth rushes through Eskel’s veins and he feels lightheaded. His vision blurs slightly and his head swims. The incubus takes both hands, guiding him back toward a low bed in the corner of the cave. Eskel blinks and the figure before him blurs into the image of Geralt.

"Oh," not-Geralt hums, "you see someone, don't you? Tell me who it is Witcher."

"'S Eskel, you know that. Don't call me Witcher."

"Sorry, Eskel, tell me who you see."

He's a little foggy, doesn't understand the question, but Geralt is beckoning to him, pulling him down toward the bed, and nothing else matters.

It's not until later that he learns incubus venom is a hallucinogen, that it makes you see the person you want most - a tactic to boost your arousal. Eskel thinks on that for a long time. He loves Geralt, and they have a good time together, but he doesn't know that he loves him like that. Or maybe he does and he's just confused.

He returns to the incubus, lets him bite him again. He sees Geralt.

In the winters, he returns to the keep. Sometimes he fucks Geralt and sometimes he doesn't, but every spring he returns to the cave and every time, the incubus is waiting for him.

It's been close to a decade that Eskel has been going back to the cave. At one point, he was worried about losing out on the contract because he never killed the incubus, but that seems like a pointless concern now. He may have lost out on a few hundred gold, but he's come to like this incubus - Florian, he's called - and he looks forward to his yearly visits.

Sometimes, they'll fuck for hours, but sometimes Florian will take him to bed as soon as he arrives and they'll spend hours afterward just lying in bed talking. Florian will go on and on about his herbs and elixirs and Eskel likes having someone to bitch about his brothers to. It works and it's good. And it's a distraction from Geralt.

Then, one spring after the sacking, Eskel comes to a startling conclusion.

The last few years at Kaer Morhen have been difficult. This year, he almost didn't go at all because the ghosts lingering in the halls are too much for him to bear. The feeling isn't the same as it once was and Eskel doubts the sense of community will ever return to Kaer Morhen. It's cold, it's lonely, and as much as he loves seeing his brothers and Vesemir, the absence of the rest of them hits hard. They say time makes everything easier, but he's not so sure this time. So more than ever, he's happy to have Florian to return to in the spring.

Eskel is worked up in more ways than one when he leaves the keep. He feels like he's going to crawl out of his own skin between the sadness, the guilt and the sexual frustration. Geralt doesn't come to him anymore and Eskel doesn't want to push those boundaries. They're all grieving and he understands that, but it's hard for him to cope with because his time with Geralt was always an escape for the two of them and now he doesn't have that.

When he gets to the cave, he hesitates, peering around to see if Florian is there. He doesn't see anyone and he doesn't want to intrude, but just as he's about to leave, there's a warm pressure against his back.

"Eskel," Florian hums, "you're early this year."

"Couldn't stand it up there any longer. It's too quiet, too lonely."

"You missed me," Florian guesses and yeah, that too. "Come," he whispers, "get out of those clothes and lie on the bed. I'll be back in a minute."

Eskel does as he's asked, stripping out of his clothes and climbing onto the bed without hesitation. When Florian does return, he's smirking and he crawls up to straddle Eskel's hips. He's hard already and when he grinds his hips down, Eskel realizes with a start that he is, too.

Florian nips at his collar bone and Eskel wraps his arms around his shoulders, tugging him close. They rock together, picking up a quick rhythm and Florian's mouth moves to his neck. It's always like this the first time, quick and hard; they've both been waiting for it and Eskel groans as his cock slides against Florian's.

There's pressure against his neck, the familiar sensation of a bite and Eskel shuts his eyes. Lately, he dreads opening them to Geralt's image leaning over him. It feels a lie, like he's betraying Florian somehow by seeing someone else when they fuck and it's becoming uncomfortable.

Sometimes, he can keep his eyes shut, can imagine Florian above him instead, but a particularly sharp twist of Florian's wrist has his eyes fluttering open again. Above him, he sees nothing but Florian’s dark eyes and plush lips and he grins.

"Thought you were gonna bite me," Eskel teases, running a hand up Florian's chest.

"Mm are you that preoccupied? I did bite you, not that I need to the way you keep showing up so needy for it." Eskel barely hears him because if Florian bit him, he should be seeing Geralt. It should be Geralt's form looming over him, not dark skin and white swirls.

Eskel reaches up tentatively, tracing the lines that slide low down his torso, the one that eventually comes to an end at the base of his cock. Florian looks down at him, following Eskel's fingers with his eyes and Eskel can pinpoint the moment he realizes.

Florian's eyes snap up to meet his and Eskel forgets how to speak. This isn't how any of this is supposed to work and he doesn't know what to say.

"Eskel, do you- see me?" Eskel says nothing and Florian persists. "Unless your Witcher friend has scars that perfectly match my markings, I'd say you do." When Eskel says nothing again, Florian hums thoughtfully. He sounds almost sad. "Eskel, do we need to talk about this?"

"No," Eskel says a little too quickly. Evidently, Florian disagrees.

He moves from between Eskel's legs to lie next to him on the mattress, leaning on his elbow to look at him. Eskel winces. He's been waiting for this to fall through; it always seemed too good to be true, and for it to linger as long as it has is surprising already.

"Eskel do you... if you're seeing me now and not him-"

"Yeah," Eskel agrees softly. "Yeah."

To his utter shock, Florian leans over and kisses him. It comes as such a surprise that Eskel forgets to respond and when Florian looks down at him again, he must look stunned.

"Eskel," he says softly, "I'm not angry, I'm not upset. I'm surprised, but I- I care about you," he lifts a hand to smooth up Eskel's stomach, setting above his sternum. "This isn't about the sex for me anymore. If I wanted to, I could fuck anyone, if I needed to. But I'd rather wait it out when I can until you come back."

"You shouldn't, you could-"

"I'm careful, I know my own limits, Witcher. And you are so good to me, my sweet."

Eskel jolts at the name, looks up at Florian where he's still leaning over him. "Sometimes seeing you is the best part of my year, It's so hard lately and I," he manages to meet Florian's eyes if only for a moment, "I look forward to seeing you."

"I love you," Florian breathes, tipping Eskel's chin so they're face-to-face again. "I'm not afraid to say it. You're a good man, Eskel and I know you didn't come back here those first few times for you. And you didn't do it because of some promise because you fulfilled your part of the bargain that first night."

Eskel can't find the words to properly express every feeling bubbling to the surface, so he wraps his hands around the back of Florian's neck and pulls him down into a passionate kiss. It's uncoordinated and sloppy but it's so much more than ever before and before he can even think, Florian is climbing over him again, kissing him hard and sliding a hand down his torso.

He wraps a hand around Eskel's cock, tugging firmly, and Eskel's eyes roll back as he jerks into the touch. He's still hard, still aching for it, but the interruption had preoccupied him and now his arousal is hitting him with full force. He rolls his head back, hands slipping into Florian's hair and he groans. Florian cocks his head and looks at him before smiling and shifting down the bed.

Eskel misses the loss of him, but then Florian's mouth wraps around the head of his cock and any other thought goes out of his head. He runs his fingers through Florian's hair, aware that he's mumbling but only vaguely aware of what he's saying. Florian takes him right to the base, something no one but another Witcher has ever succeeded in doing and Eskel is unbelievably close to coming right then and there.

Abruptly, he tugs Florian up and kisses him again. He doesn't want this to be over just yet and he knows that realistically, they could go on for hours like this, until Eskel's worn out and physically incapable of coming again, but this feels different. This feels important in a way he's never felt before, not with Geralt, not with anyone.

He hauls him up and draws him close, burying his face in Florian's neck.

"Could I," he breathes, "I'd like to fuck you tonight."

Florian jerks back and stares down at him in surprise. For a moment, Eskel thinks he's overstepped; they've never talked about doing it the other way around, though they've done just about everything else. He opens his mouth to apologize, but Florian interrupts.

"You'd want that?" he asks and Eskel nods.

"Yeah. For a while now."

"Didn't think you'd want to," Florian shrugs, "especially seeing as there was someone else."

"There was never anyone else, not really. I saw him but it wasn't him, it was only ever you."

Florian smiles at him and dips down to kiss him, cupping Eskel's cheek in his hand.

"You're a sap," he teases, but his grin only spreads further. He moves to slip down again, kissing Eskel's neck and down his chest, but before he can get too far, Eskel stops him.

"Let me, tonight," he says, "how often do I get to pleasure you?"

Florian just laughs. "That's not the way it works. I feed off your energy, there's no reason to treat me special."

"I can think of many," Eskel counters, "but mostly, I just want to." He presses a hand to Florian's shoulder, pushing him back against the bed.

Eskel presses in against his side, sliding a hand down his chest and wrapping around the base of Florian's cock. He grips him firmly, strokes up to the head keeping an even pressure around him, then pushes back down to the base. Florian groans under him and shifts his hips, pushing into Eskel's grip, but Eskel holds him steady, earning a whine of frustration in response.

He leans over him, kissing Florian’s jaw as he moves his hand again. He nips at the skin, moving down to his neck to suck a mark into the stripe there. He loves the pale strips of skin that curve and swirl over Florian's body, always pays them special attention even if he's the only one who notices. He licks and sucks at the skin as he works his hand over him, always squeezing tighter around the head of his cock. It gets progressively better and better reactions, so he doesn't see a reason to let up.

Florian shudders under him and Eskel hums against his skin. As Florian squirms under him, Eskel works his hand quicker, he reaches down, rolls his balls gently in one hand before slipping up the length of his cock again. And Florian moans. He wraps his arms around Eskel's neck, pulling him into a burning kiss. He nips at Eskel's lips, fingers digging into his scalp and he clings tightly. Then, abruptly, he pulls away and throws his head back with a groan.

Florian comes, arching off the bed. He spills between them and Eskel slips his fingers through it, using it to ease the way as he strokes him through it. Florian writhes and bucks under him, pressing up into the tunnel of his fist and he's shaking by the time he finally stills.

His breath comes in hot pants and Eskel leans down, kissing his chin and his jaw and, lastly, his mouth. He lingers there for a moment until Florian hums and presses him up.

"Didn't realize you were so good with your hands," he grins, "should take advantage of that more often."

"Didn't give me much of a chance. But it's only been what? Twenty years? And you should give me a chance. And will, if I have anything to say about it."

Without hesitation, Eskel climbs over him, pressing between his knees and pushing them apart. Florian looks up at him questioningly and Eskel grins, nuzzling against his hip.

"I want your mouth," Florian groans, "Eskel, darling, please."

"Mmm, don't you want to come when I fuck you?"

Florian lets out a breathy laugh and reaches down to cup Eskel's jaw. "My beautiful Witcher," he pants, "I will happily come ten times tonight if you're willing."

Eskel just stares at him, dumbfounded. "You-"

"As long as you keep it up, I'll keep it up," Florian winks and Eskel just stares at him. All this time and Florian rarely comes more than once, more intent on getting Eskel there as many times as possible. "I don't need to. I rely on your energy, but it could be fun." Eskel smacks his hip playfully.

"I can't believe you've been holding out on me this whole time," he huffs.

Florian opens his mouth to argue, but Eskel just smiles at him and kisses his chest, fingers trailing down his sides as he moves until he reaches the tip of his cock. He flicks his tongue at the head, pressing a featherlight kiss to it before slipping around him and sliding right to the base.

Beneath him, Florian grunts and arches off the bed again. He's oversensitive, but Eskel doesn't let up, sinking all the way down on him and swallowing around the head of his cock. He loves the way he squirms, loves finally being able to give back something Florian has given to him for so many years. Yes, he's been present the whole time, giving as well as he gets, but he's never been solely responsible for Florian's pleasure and it's a rush.

His own cock throbs under him, untouched and aching, but he ignores it for now. He doesn't need to come yet, they have time for that in the next hours, but right now his attention has to be on Florian.

He sucks him down hard, reaching to cup his balls as he slides back up to the head, tongue pressing under the head and earning him a low groan. Above him, Florian moans and grumbles, one hand tangles in his own hair, the other clasping Eskel's shoulder like it's the only thing grounding him in reality. If Eskel's doing his job well enough, it is.

Eskel slips his hand lower, pressing back behind his balls and Florian groans, hips jumping so his cock bumps the roof of his mouth.

"Fuck," he groans, "Eskel-" Eskel pulls off his cock, pressing a line of kisses down to the base.

"Shhh, I know what I'm doing. Promise I'll make it good for you." He shifts down the bed, groaning as his cock drags against the sheets, and buries one hand in the hair on Florian's leg.

He pushes his leg up, hooking it over his shoulder and ducking back down to nose at his balls. Floran groans and shifts, but makes no attempt to stop him and Eskel readjusts him, giving him better access to his hole. Without hesitation, he licks a stripe over him, slowing his tongue as he slips over his hole and Florian's entire body seizes.

"Oh."

"Okay?" Eskel asks.

"Yeah. Please-"

"Anything you say," Eskel hums. He ducks down, resuming his ministrations. His cock aches and he presses his lips into the mattress, pressing the tip of his tongue against Florian's hole.

Fuck, he wants him so badly. He presses his tongue into him, imagining that tightness around his cock, pushing as deep as he can manage without prepping him first. His impatience wins out quickly and he reaches up, slipping one hand through the come on his stomach, and using it to slick Florian’s hole, pressing against him gently. Florian groans, pushing his hips back.

His enthusiasm pushes Eskel forward and he presses fully into his up to one knuckle, licking around the intrusion. He's been thinking about this for years, wanting to split him open on his cock, to see Florian come apart under him, because of him. He's seen him come more times than he can count, but to be the cause of that, to fuck him properly until he's mindless with it- fuck, the thought alone has him aching.

He works his tongue in alongside his finger, thrusting with both at once as Florian squirms and mutters at him. He gets his fingers tangled in Eskel's hair again and it's all Eskel can do to keep from pushing into him immediately and fucking him quick and hard.

He reaches beneath him, wrapping a hand around his own cock and squeezing hard, it does little to ease the need, but he rocks into it slightly, moaning against Florian's hole with each little shift of his hips.

"Eskel," Florian grunts, "fuck Eskel I'm gonna come."

"That's it, darling, come for me." He barely gets his tongue back inside him before Florian's jerking hard and coming again, his cock completely untouched where it sits against his hip.

Eskel gives a few more thrusts before withdrawing and climbing up over him. He slips off to one side and wraps Florian in his arms, rolling them both onto their sides as he kisses him. Florian lingers, pushing back when Eskel means to pull away and he winds up half on top of him, their legs tangled together.

Eskel rubs his back gently before slipping down over the swell of his ass. He pushes back between his cheeks, pushing two fingertips into him immediately. Florian groans and rocks his hips, rutting against Eskel's hip. He's slick with his own come and it makes it easy for Eskel to shift just so until they're pressed together, sliding together with each thrust. He shuts his eyes and nuzzles into Florian's neck, kissing his throat and humming against him.

His finger press deeper and he thrusts gently, giving Florian a chance to adjust to him, but he rocks his hips and pushes back onto him like nothing, his soft moans muffles against Eskels chest. Eskel rolls him onto his side to get a better angle, pressing fully into him with both fingers.

He kisses him hard, and they slot together perfectly, rutting against each other as Eskel works him open, fucks him with his fingers. Florian squeezes around him and Eskel just thrusts quicker, harder. He gets a third finger into him and Florian moans into his mouth.

"Please," he groans, "Eskel I can take it, I want your cock."

"Yeah," Eskel breathes, "come on my fingers and I'll fuck you all night."

Florian groans, arching off Eskel's chest and shifting his hips back. Eskel withdraws and slides a hand down his thigh, burying his fingers in the thick hair and tugging his leg up over his hip. They rock in tandem and Eskel gets a hand between Florian's thighs, slipping into him again. Like this, he has a better angle and he can reach Florian's prostate properly. He angles his fingers toward it, bumping against it with every thrust.

When Florian comes this time, he kisses Eskel hard, biting his bottom lip and sucking hard. He whines and bucks when Eskel pulls out again, but Eskel doesn't hesitate before pressing the head of his cock against him and thrusting in. He pulls him close so he can get deep, thrusting hard into him.

Florian is tight around him and the pressure makes him dizzy after denying himself so long. He holds himself back because he knows he can get another orgasm out of Florian before he comes himself. He pushes his fingers through the hair on his thighs again, tugging a little as he pushes deep.

His breath comes hard and Florian pants against him, neither able to catch their breath as they rock together. Florian's hands are on his neck and his face and his shoulders, grasping at whatever bit of him he can reach and Eskel presses into his arms. They're flush against each other when he comes, buried deep and shuddering. He presses his face into Florian's shoulder, taking deep breaths, but he keeps going, thrusting into him until Florian's shattering apart in his arms, whining and moaning Eskel's name.

Eskel waits to catch his breath before slipping out of him and wrapping himself around Flor. He's still hard, but he's exhausted, emotionally more than anything, and it feels like more effort than it's worth to get up and clean off. Florian presses up close, getting a hand between them to brush his fingers up the length of Eskel's cock.

"My turn?" he asks. Eskel just huffs a laugh and takes his hand, sliding it around his neck.

"Maybe later," he hums, "right now, this is nice just like this."

#eskel x incubus #incubus #monster march #spicy #nsft #rex writes

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