#pre-polyamory

[grimicarus]

Stumbling onto cold stones, leaning heavily on Violet’s shoulders- tiny Violet, a foot shorter than you and half your weight, with weak still-developing muscles, forced to carry your weight as you trip over your own feet. There’s a trail of blood behind you, consistent dripping from the leaking hole in your belly that could be traced all the way back to the dorms.

“You can’t just give up on me know!” She hisses, and it’s music to your ears, even as your vision gets fuzzy around the edges and your hearing goes in and out inconsistently. Pretty Bird. Pretty Violet. Brilliant, beautiful, clever Violet. “Stop calling me that!”

“Jus’ the truth,” you slur, a crooked grin painting your cheeks as you spit a mouthful of iron onto the ground. These cobbles have seen worse.

She huffs in outrage, and adjusts her grip to support you better, which is helpful because you’re starting to lose feeling in your legs.

It takes an uncomfortably long time for you to notice the newcomers to your late-night party, and even longer to realize who Violet was bickering with. “Riorson?”

His gaze snaps to you, dark eyes taking in your hunched form. It’s an uncomfortable feeling to be so much shorter than him, and you try to straighten up, to match his height the way you usually did when you weren’t pouring buckets of your life on the ground. “Come ‘ere often?”

“What happened.” His tone is flat, no-nonsense, and he doesn’t respond to your flirty tone, even as another arm hooks itself on your other side, taking some of your weight off of pretty Violet, who’s seething like a spitting cat. Cute.

“Well,” you drawl, long and slow and strained as your vision spots out again. “I was havin’ a lovely dream ‘bout our pretty bird here.”

Your fucking accent. Gods-be-damned, you caught enough eyes on you for it when you kept it tightly under wraps, little hints of it seeping out every now and then, but now the thick drawl of an unfamiliar world is unmistakably and obviously foreign. And you might be leaking blood, but not so much that you don’t recognize the way Xaden’s eyes narrow, or the way the new arm around you tenses momentarily.

“‘N then I woke up, wet ‘n leakin’ all over the sheets.” The grin is painful and sharp and ugly as it stretches across your face, explicitly revolting and full of implication even as another cough wreaks your form, blood splattering on your front. Distantly you hear Violet calling you a “fucking idiot” but that’s neither here nor there.

Lolling your head to the side reveals Bodhi holding you up, and to the other reveals that Garrick had replaced Violet at some point and the pair had you sandwiched between them, dragging you towards the infirmary as Violet fretted and hovered with Xaden trying to pry information out of you.

“Look,” you interrupt, groaning as you stumble and aggravate your wound just a little bit further. “it ain’ so big a deal, jus’ gotta… gotta…”

You frown, furrowing your brow as the words slip away from you, and your head drops. And between one moment and the next, you go from the edge of the courtyard to the middle of a hallway, and Violet’s still spitting mad, she refuses to leave your side and abandon you to the upper years who had every reason to kill you (because of her, because she was a Sorrengail).

“Pretty bird,” you drawl, struggling on the inhale as you loll your head to the side to watch her over Bodhi’s shoulder. “Don’ do nothin’ stupid now, ain’ worth it, lovey.”

“They stabbed you in your sleep!” She hisses, and gods-be-good, you loved that voice. “It’s a violation of the Codex, you-“

“Lovey.” You cut her off, stumbling over your feet a little again as you try to get them under you. Had they been dragging you? “I’ll sort it, yeah? Don’ worry your pretty little head abou’ it.”

“As wingleader it’s my responsibility to-“ Xaden starts to explain, like you didn’t know it already from your pretty birds rambling, and you roll your eyes, huffing and glancing over at Garrick.

“You hearin’ tha’? Big man thinks he go’ any place in my bus- busin- busy- fuck.” You curse, dropping your head as the word trails away from you, darkness stealing you once more, and the next moment you’re in a different hall, closer to the infirmary.

“You’re gonna be okay.” She whispers, your pretty little Violet. Far more resilient than a flower, sturdier than any frail petal.

“Pretty bird?” You slur, mouth full of wet and iron that dribbles down your chin.

“I’m here.” She says, reaching for your hand over Bodhi’s shoulder. “You’re gonna be alright.”

“Big man?” You ask weakly, gaze flickering for Xaden who you couldn’t see anymore, but you don’t get a response before your vision fades again, for the final time that night.

[quixotical-lymbo]

I saw that your requests were open and rushed over here as quick as I could!

I would LOVE to see more D-16 and Orion Pax, maybe a poly relationship of how they would act as a dynamic. Reader would be whatever you'd like for them to be and a miner as well, maybe they are the balance for the two to keep them in check? Can be fluff or angst, I'm not picky!

Im so excited to see what you do! Keep up the amazing work!

Pairing: D-16 x Orion Pax x mech!Reader Rating: SFW-ish Summary: When a balanced duo meets a like-minded bot like them, how will this shake the dynamic between the newly formed trio? Warnings/Tags: Pre-canon, does this count as spoilers?, angst, fluff, romantic gesture(s), oil baths, secret relationship(s), Elita-1 cameo, Orion gives you a nickname, reader is an archivist (lmao WAS an archivist).  Word Count: 1600+ words 

How did you three meet?

It was a normal day sorting through the records and making sure everything was in its proper place. You adjusted your spectacles before moving the box from your hip into two servos. The corridor you were walking in was long, empty, and cold. Not a single spark in sight and you preferred it that way. 

As you pressed a button, the doors to a room slid open and you carried the box inside. Whistling a small tune, you placed the box on a table and paused when something clicked.

Looking over your shoulder, you found two pairs of optics staring at you. One as blue as the sky, the other as bright as the sun. 

"....hey?" 

"AAAAAAHHHHHH-MFPH!" 

First Impressions:

D-16

🟡 Thought you were rather skittish and weird, especially after you almost got them both in trouble had it not been for Orion shushing you with his servo.

🟡 Thankfully, you were rather understanding, a bit naive, but understanding of their innocent intentions.

Orion Pax 

🔵 You seemed like a nice mech.

🔵 A really nice mech when you didn't rat him and his buddy out to the guards when they approached the room to investigate the scream from earlier. 

🔵 Your derpy spectacles and timid mannerism (he caught onto your nervous tics) made him believe you were one of those uptight bookworms. Not the bad kind or snobbish, but not a social type of bot.

🔵 He was proved wrong twice when you had the opportunity to turn them in, but choose not to after hearing the purpose of their 'visit.' 

Shared interests: 

Oh boy, who knew you were a fan of Megatronus? Orion had a 'pleasant' time hearing D-16 and their new acquaintance ramble on about how cool and awesome the Prime was. 

When the conversation (more like fangirling) about Megatronus turned on Orion, the aforementioned mech spoke about the matrix and his goal in helping seek the location of it. 

Cue flapping servos and a squeal that was shushed by D-16's servo over your intake.

Not only were you interested in learning about the Primes, mainly Megatronus, but you also were interested in finding the lost lore of the Matrix and any information you could get your servos on. 

A friendship blossomed on that day and the three of you agreed to meet up at a bar or park whenever all of you had the time to do so. 

Overall dynamic a friends: 

You fit in pretty well with the duo. 

Your eagerness to learn more despite the consequences and sometimes good judgment was a nice balance to D-16 sticking to protocol and Orion Pax's exasperating ideas. 

Although your time spent with the two wasn't a lot compared to them working together in the mines, it didn't stop the bond from strengthening between you three. 

You were D-16's backup whenever Orion had a ridiculous plan that could lead him getting demoted severely.

You were Orion's hype mech and source of information whenever the two of you felt like you had a lead in your goals. 

You tend to call the red and blue mech Pax, even after being assured that you can call him Orion. After a while, Orion didn't mind the way you said his name, it felt…nice, like a 'special' thing between himself and you. 

Overall, I'd say the three of you were great friends. 

Until….

You picked up your pace and rubbed the glass of your spectacles from the smudge that happened to get on it. It was your off day and you wanted to spend as much of it with your friends as possible, especially when you had exciting news to share with them. 

You nearly bumped into a few bots, apologizing to them anyway, as you maneuvered around the busy streets of Iacon. It did not take long for you to arrive at the mines. You skidded to a halt when you spotted a pink femme chatting with a few other bots. 

You approached and before you could raise a digit to gain her attention she had long since spotted you. 

Elita-1 rolled an optic and jabbed a digit in one direction, then you were off--scurrying towards the showers to find your friends. 

"D? Pax?" You called as you stepped into the communal showers. The showers, which you've seen in some blueprints, were a shared space with only one or two baths built in. 

Mutterings echoed off the tiled area that appeared vacant. If it wasn't for the sound of oil, you would've assumed so. You rose a ridge before continuing to walk deeper into the area, only to stop when the murmurs grew clearer. 

"...Orion, we're going to be late…"

"C'mon, a little fun isn't going to make us late."

When you heard your designation spill from D-16's intake and more reassurance from Orion, you quickened your pace and rounded the corner to find a…well…sight to behold. 

Orion was partially submerged in the bath with D-16 straddling him. Their gazes were filled with a passion you never saw whenever the three of you were hanging out. For some reason, a pang seized your spark and you took a step back but bumped into the wall. 

The noise caused Orion and D to separate. 

"___?!" 

Energon shot to your faceplate added with the heat of the bath fogging up your spectacles caused you to stutter out a 'quick' sorry while attempting to escape. Oil splashed around as D-16 moved to the other end of the bath to cover his flushed face and Orion ran out of the bath to catch up…or rather, catch you.

Running in a slippery area was not a good idea. 

You crashed onto the floor and shrieked when your ankles were snatched and you were pulled back toward the bath. Clawing at the floor, your futile attempts at breaking free caused Orion to drop your ankles and walk around to your front to grab both sides of your helm. D-16 watched as he leaned against the edge of the bath.

"____."

"Yes?" You squawked. 

Orion smashed his dermas against yours. You felt weak and nearly melted into the kiss had it not been for the 'd'aww' coming from your other friend. You found the strength to withdraw from Orion and scoot back until you were a reasonable distance from both. 

"What..why…huh??" You pointed to the two of them, you and Orion, and then to your dermas. 

"We've…been meaning to tell you," D-16 started. 

"Just hadn't found the right moment, but now that you know…we can finally tell you how much we like you!" 

 "...classy." 

"Whaaat? ___ deserves to know about us and how we feel about them! All these secrets just felt..wrong, anyway-" Orion turned to look at you with a wide smile. "Whaddya say, starlight? You in?" 

 

"Call a medic cause  I'm about to have a spark attack." 

Cue them panicking along with you. 

And that's how you managed to become more than friends with your…well, friends. 

First date? 

A bar :) 

Twas a fun time walking the two of them back to your home when they were drunk off of their processors  

In the morning, you all comforted each other with the hangover pains 

First kiss? 

Orion already stole your first official kiss.

You and D's first kiss happened on the second date when you managed to 'borrow' some merch of his favorite Prime at a invite-only Iacon event. D legit swept you off your peds and kissed you hard enough you felt like you were seeing stars.

Demotion…

Yeah…courting a mech who's becoming notorious for sneaking into archives to look at restricted and sensitive data did not go over well with your higher ups. 

You were demoted to a lower title that stripped you off your access to most records. 

To say you were devastated was an understatement. 

You couldn't even look at Orion in the optics for a while. 

Arguments

This incident definitely caused a few disagreements in your relationship

First, D stopping Orion from visiting you too much so that you could have the space you needed 

You felt like scrap for the boiling resentment you were feeling toward yourself, the relationship, and with Orion.

It all boiled over when Orion disregarded D's warning  to stay away and managed to catch you during your working shift. 

And…it didn't end nicely. 

Names were called, not-so-good things were brought up, and you even called Orion a fragging screw up.

Making up 

After the big fight and 'cold war' that was going on between you three, mainly you and D-16 vs Orion. Things…settled down when all of you sat down to talk about it for once. 

Starting the conversation wasn't the easy part, discussion and apologizing was, especially when you and Orion were 'fighting' over how sorry you two were. D-16 had to shut the two of you up by holding you two idiots close in a hug.

Lots of servo-holding and cuddles happened that day :3

 Overall dynamic as a polycule: 

Healthy when communication isn't disrupted.

It's easy to play mediator if something does arise between two of you, but when all three of you are angry at each other? Eh, let's say there is a rule in the relationship to never bottle up your emotions for too long and communicate if you're upset about anything.

Jealousy….ohhhh, it doesn't happen often, but when someone gets a little too close Orion and D are on you like a starved bot on a pile of energon cubes. 

Your relationship is discrete, only a few bots (including your higher ups) know of the true nature of your relationship with D-16 and Orion Pax. 

Overall, it's a beautiful relationship....hopefully nothing bad will happen in the future wink wink.

😼 - I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence. banner(s) by @dollywons !!

[hisbucky]

Ravi: So you're dating Tommy? Buck: Yes. Ravi: And you're dating Marisol? Eddie: Not anymore. Ravi: And the two of you have never been married? Buck: No, well, not yet. Eddie, blinking: ...Not yet? What about Tommy? Buck, shrugs: That's the thing - gonna have to wait until it's legal to marry two people. If you both want to marry me, that is. Eddie: ...Huh? Wait. What? Ravi: And somehow I've ended up more confused than I was before. Great.

[etirabys]

vagueblogging. forgive me

contemporary fiction writer: colonialism was bad

me: for sure

cfw: here's a depiction of colonized societies that play up the ways they were sympathetic to the modern progressive reader, e.g. more feminist than the conquering culture. you can see how backwards the conquering culture was to consider their values superior when the subaltern population permitted girlbossery. I may have taken significant liberties depicting their culture btw. but it's all for a good point, so

me: noo... wait...

[just-another-oikawa-kinnie]

Marinette is feeling a little bit confused guys! Help her out won’t you??

[thetreehousechronicles]

Better Drawn Edits/Commentary

Hey everyone! I just wanted to share a better version of my first post—I decided to redraw it and add some commentary to the photos. I also included a brief description of why I designed the character(s) this way. Keep in mind, this is just my personal headcanon and how I imagine them, so please take it with a grain of salt. Hope you enjoy the updated edit!I’d love to hear your thoughts, though—feel free to drop a comment down below if you’d like to discuss any headcanons, design ideas, or how you imagine these characters looking.

So let's get started

Frist up, Abby and Nigel

For Abby, I didn’t change much because I really like her canon design—it definitely gives off that cool tomboy vibe, which suits her perfectly. I did make a few tweaks, though. I liked how she had those golden hoop bracelets in her FusionFall version, so I included a nod to that by giving her one big ring bracelet, similar to what you might see on Sonic the Hedgehog characters. I also gave her athletic jeans/shorts to make her outfit a bit more practical, especially since she’s only 10 years old. I always thought her original design could use a bit more coverage for a kid.

As for Nigel, I wanted to keep the iconic elements of his original design while incorporating some of the more practical and battle-ready features from his FusionFall look. I kept the puffy vest from his FusionFall outfit because it gives him that tough, adventurous vibe and makes him look like he’s ready to take charge. The black fingerless gloves were added because I thought they gave him a cool, tactical touch, fitting for someone who’s always on the front lines and leading the team. I also decided to go with the FusionFall shorts because they make him look more prepared for combat while still being practical for running around on missions. I wanted to keep that balance of both.

Second, Hoagie and Abby

For Hoagie, I actually preferred his canon design over his FusionFall version, but I did take a few elements from both. One thing I liked from his FusionFall look was the fingerless gloves, so I tried to incorporate those. I’ll admit I’m not the best at drawing hands, so they didn’t come out perfect, but I still think they add a nice touch to his look. Another detail I liked from FusionFall was the knee patches on his pants. To make the outfit look more cohesive, I made the patches match his shirt color for a more aesthetically pleasing look. I also darkened his pants just a bit, while keeping the folded-up parts slightly lighter, since the inside of rolled-up pants usually appears a bit faded compared to the outside. Lastly, I changed the "2" on his hat to have a more bubble-shaped design, making it look bolder and more readable. I also colored it blue to match his shirt and tie the whole look together.

As for Abby, this is more of a full design for her outfit. I forgot to mention earlier that I added a small yellow button to her MJs (Mary Janes) to complement the golden hoops and bracelet. I thought it would be a nice little touch to tie the outfit together and add just a bit more personality to her look.

Finally Kuki and Wally

For Wally, I gave him a more rugged, tough-guy look with ripped clothes because I can totally see him always getting his clothes torn up from fighting or just being his reckless self. The piercings add to that rocker vibe I imagine for him—I get the feeling he’d definitely be into rock music, so I wanted to reflect that. One detail I did like from his FusionFall look was the silver pocketchain on his pants, but I took it a step further by giving him two chains linked together to make it look even more like a rocker/bad boy style. He always has a bandage on his face because, well, it just fits his scrappy personality—he’s always getting into fights, so it makes sense for him to be a bit banged up. I also wrapped his hands with bandages, inspired by another artist @kommandonuovidiavoli , to add to that fighter aesthetic.

As for Kuki, I wanted to blend elements from both her canon and FusionFall designs since I really like both. I kept her signature green sweater from the show, but I styled it off the shoulder with a black tank top underneath to give it a more modern and stylish look while still keeping that casual vibe she’s known for. II also gave her a skirt inspired by another artist @hyperfixingfr @spicedwatermel0n (Edited part). He also gave kuki a black skirt, which I loved and wanna to do, so i was inspired by him. hint at her wearing leggings underneath, I made her legs a bit thicker to create that layered look. I always imagined Kuki would go for comfort and mobility, especially since she’s always running around and being active. The leggings not only add practicality but also make the whole outfit feel more complete.

[total-drama-brainrot]

This Alenoaheather AU is bringing me an unholy amount of serotonin and I love it- I’m still just now discovering it and I wish I knew about it sooner😭😭 But question if I may!

So, by the time Noah gets eliminated, where would you say his relationship lies with Alejandro and Heather? Like, does he leave the competition like, “You both tried to play each other, but I ended up playing the both of you, L” Like does he just think that Alejandro and Heather only romantically like each other, and he was just their attempt at emotionally manipulating one another, or does he at least have an idea that they potentially may feel romantically towards him? Honestly I’m just curious about how his elimination would play out between the three of them-

I'm glad other people are enjoying this AU as much as I am. Me and Perp are slowly spreading our Alenoaheather propaganda and it's working.

It's been established that Noah's elimination in this AU will take place at some point in the early post-merge game, probably either China or the Serengeti (though Niagara Falls might work too. We haven't exactly touched on how each challenge can/will play out since this whole concept has been put on the backburner), which gives his dynamic with Heather and Alejandro time to blossom from the initial double fake dating ploy into something more genuine.

Well before his elimination, Noah's been caught in his double-crossing ways; or to be more accurate triple-crossing, since Noah initially decided to play along with both Heather and Alejandro's schemes with the intention of throwing them both under the bus (or at least reaping all of the benefits for himself). But, by the time his ploy is figured out, the three of them have developed genuine feelings for each other.

As such, Heather and Alejandro are hesitant to have him eliminated; sure Noah somehow managing to pull the wool over their eyes for as long as he did was infuriating, but it was also impressive. Like recognises like, and the two biggest schemers in the game can appreciate when they've been outplayed, aggravating as it is, especially when the person who bested them essentially used their own trickery against them. Also, though the two of them would never admit it, both Heather and Alejandro know that they'd honestly miss Noah's caustic company.

Of course, at this point in the competition Heather and Alejandro are still deep in their "rivalry" phase, so it takes the two of them a very convoluted and overcomplicated conversation to figure out that they both share the same sentiment concerning a certain cynic- since every encounter they have with each other is practically a game of backhanded compliments and dancing around the true meaning of their words. It takes even longer for them to come to an agreement, given how stubborn the both of them can be, but eventually they manage to co-operate.

Which is what leads to The Confrontation, the point in the story where the two fake dating plots merge into Heather and Alejandro putting aside their differences to rule the game together, utilizing Noah as their shared right hand man since he's shown a knack for strategy and subterfuge. After all, why would they want to get rid of the one person on the jet who's able to go toe-to-toe with them in terms of scheming, when they can instead keep him around as an accomplice?

At least, that's the excuse they both use. But the two of them internally can't deny that, even if it was all pretend, Noah wasn't a bad "boyfriend" by any means, and they genuinely enjoy his company. In turn, Noah's accepted that neither Heather nor Alejandro are as insufferable as he initially assumed, and that playing along with their grand plots is actually really fun. (And maybe he also likes the two of them, but Noah would never admit that.)

But there's a a whole cast's worth of people on the jet who the trio also have to consider in their plans; it would be super suspicious of all three of them if the flirting and Aleheather's animosity suddenly ceased. No matter how oblivious the rest of the competitors are, a sudden public change in their dynamic would be the equivalent of waving a huge red flag and screaming "hey, we're in an alliance, vote us out!" Very counterintuitive to their goal of winning the competition.

So the three of them resolve to act as they have been during challenges, and sneak off to the confessional when it's most convenient/feasible to do so, where they can plot and scheme away from the rest of the cast.

This means that, at least to everyone else in the game, Noah's still in this weird grey area where he's actively flirting with both Heather and Alejandro. Or, well, "flirting", since I imagine most of the advances would be initiated by the other party and Noah would play the part of the blushing damsel- or more accurately the begrudging but highly amused recipient, since I just can't conceptualise snarky, stoic Noah being the type to get flustered easily.

I imagine The Confrontation would happen somewhere around London timeline wise (it just feels like the most appropriate place to have a major shift in the plot happen, for obvious reasons), which would give the initial fake dating aspect of the AU time to run it's course without getting stale, and allow the three of them to establish their dynamic as a trio before the merge hits. It'd give Alenoaheather around five or six episodes worth of time to grow closer as a trio (from Greece's Pieces to Niagara Brawls, at least) and have their feelings grow and develop at a natural pace, to the point where they acknowledge that, perhaps, not all of the romantic tension between them is fake.

And then, of course, the Fake Cheating Arc happens. Noah's elimination is the catalyst for this section of the plot, which Perp and myself touched on pretty heavily in one of our reblog chains, and at this point in the story Alenoaheather are in a sort of vague kind-of-dating situation; the three of them know there's feelings there, but they're all more invested in the competition (and their manipulation of such) than trying to figure out what exactly is going on between them. Plus, World Tour takes place in 2010- concepts like polyamory weren't exactly common knowledge back then, so the three of them wouldn't have any basis of comparison for what their dynamic is/would be.

That, and the three of them are all fairly emotionally closed off, so getting them to admit genuine feelings for each other and show vulnerableness to anyone would be like pulling teeth. As it stands, they're fairly content to continue acting as a Trickster Trio, contented to leave whatever's going on between them unlabelled for the time being in favour of focusing their time and energy on winning the million. There's an unspoken understanding between the three of them; what they have is special, inconceptual and indescribable by mere words... which is mostly just an excuse for the three of them not to breach the subject, since they have the collective emotional intelligence of a spork.

That doesn't mean they don't love each other. Because they do, even if some of them (Heather and Alejandro) aren't exactly familiar with concepts like "unconditional love" and "loyalty/compassion for someone besides yourself" and "lowering your emotional walls and being the most genuine version of yourself in front of the people who care about you". It's a steep learning curve, but they're doing their best.

But that's besides the point; at this point in the plot, the trio are essentially a throuple in all but name at the point of Noah's elimination.

That's why his suggestion of playing off of his "cheating" is initially met with hesitance on Aleheather's part- they don't want the one person on the jet (besides each other) they actually care about to risk his reputation, but they also know that it's a strategically sound idea. There's a conflict of interest between their desire to win the competition by any means necessary, and the budding sense of empathy they've both began to develop as a result of their situationship.

Of course, they eventually agree to his plan, and then the whole Cheating Arc plays out as it's been explored previously.

Which means Noah's actual elimination ceremony is a very tense affair.

He's intentionally playing himself up as kind of a scumbag during it, since he wants both Heather and Alejandro to appear as sympathetic as possible to the remaining competitors, so the three of them stage an altercation during that day's challenge where Noah's caught out in his "cheating", and consequently "admits" that he's been playing the two of them and it's all ingenuine on his part, to direct the majority vote against him. It'd kill two birds with one stone that way; Noah gets himself eliminated without having to do much out of the ordinary, since he's already kind of an asshole so all he really has to do is play up that aspect of himself a little and lie about manipulating his partners, meanwhile Heather and Alejandro can reap the benefits of whatever brownie points they gain from being his "victims" by using their own manipulative prowess to adopt the role of the ex-villains, redeemed by their shared heartbreak. Or something equally melodramatic.

Noah doesn't really care about the specifics of it, he'll be long gone before his partners can start playing up their "betrayal and heartbreak", and then soon enough one of them will win the competition. And spoil him rotten with their money.

So, during the actual ceremony, Noah becomes persona non grata. No one wants to sit anywhere near him on the benches, and the remaining cast members form a protective wall between him and a distraught Heather, who sniffles back quiet tears every time her eyes wander too close to the cynic's slouching, impassive frame, and Alejandro who's sat eerily still and taut with disgraced fury, who's fiery green eyes haven't strayed from the burning glare he's shooting towards the bookworm.

Not that Noah's a stranger to receiving glares; the rest of the cast are also shooting him some downright murderous looks. Though he is impressed by his partners' acting abilities. He's also physically biting back pearls of laughter- the gritting of his teeth only serves to make him look unapologetically indignant, and thus more irredeemable in the eyes of their company- because every time Alejandro knows that no one's focus is on him, he sends his cerebral partner a cheeky wink and a smirk. The smug bastard.

Unsurprisingly, the vote is fairly unanimous. Chris doesn't even bother trying to raise suspense or tension by counting the votes, since the result is inevitable. That, and the atmosphere is already so tense and dramatic, the host is revelling in it. Chris even goes so far as complimenting Noah for outshining Duncan's cheating fiasco, showing the audience "what real relationship drama looks like", and maybe even congratulating Noah on almost being as heartless as he is.

He's escorted to the Drop of Shame, parachute backpack in tow, but before he can take the plunge he glances back at his audience. A raging sea of hostility greets him, but within the depths of animosity two shining beacons of light greet him. Alejandro and Heather shoot him a fleeting wave, the ghosts of smiles flickering across their features before they continue their flawless acts, but it's enough to reassure Noah that everything will be fine.

(Spoiler alert, things don't end up being fine for Noah.)

Of course this is all just an idea I'm spewing out. Nothing in this AU is set in concrete and it's always open to peer review or change. That's the beauty of public AUs; you can do whatever you want with them!

[li-nox]

Slices Of Love - The Poly Series Chapter II

[...]

"Sorry for barging in like this," he says with a chuckle, tossing his keys onto the kitchen counter. "I would have used my key, but as you can see... I'm a bit loaded..." He laughs a little breathlessly and makes a vague gesture.

Only now does Tommy notice not only scads of cupcakes but also Eddie's appearance: messy hair, bright eyes, flushed cheeks, and splashes of batter on his tee. "Ed, what..." Tommy's gaze flits restlessly back and forth between the counter and Eddie's face.

Eddie shrugs. "Chris is obsessed with ‘Percy Jackson’ at the moment," he explains, looking a little sheepish. As he continues, the corners of his mouth twitch into a wry smile. "It's on a constant loop these days, and Chris really wanted to bake Blue Velvet cupcakes today, for the 'vibe'..." He wiggles his fingers, drawing quotation marks in the air. "The whole thing got a bit— well, out of hand..."

Tommy stares at him, blinking in bewilderment, but can't help to smile at the chaotic scene.

[transingthoseformers]

I’ve been thinking about Megatron/shockwave recently but I never see much about them. And now what if..senator shockwave who never got empurata (what’s the past tense version of that?!?!) +shadowplayed and him and Megatron get together🤭 also if shockwave never got empurated(??) I like to think of situations where he still joins the decepticons (im a decepticon lover🫡) do you think he would or would he be an autobot?🤔

OWO YAY MEGASHOCK :D

Senator!Shockwave x Megatron could be fascinating as far as the dynamics (especially considering Shockwave's connection with Orion/Optimus)

[theseerasures]

why do people think polyamory is this panacea to all friction and conflict in a romantic narrative, is this like when struggling couples decide having a baby will fix their marriage

[grimicarus]

18+ MDNI

This is pure smut, mostly Violet x reader but we got a Xaden cameo in there too.

Tomorrow was presentation day. And your pretty bird hadn’t been able to get up the Gauntlet fully even once during training. It would bug you if you didn’t know better, after all- what bird couldn’t fly?

So no, you weren’t worried about her. Violet would soar up the Gauntlet, through the chimney and over the ramp, and she would most certainly impress the dragons. After all, she’d caught your eye hadn’t she? And gods above, you couldn’t wait to watch her fly.

But she was getting in her head, foolishly, so- loyal dog that you are- it’s your task to bring her back down to earth. To center and ground her, to make sure she’s relaxed and ready for the challenge at hand.

Which is why you had stuffed her pretty mouth full of your thick fingers, to make sure she wouldn’t catch unwanted attention with her wailing as you devoured her pretty cunt in the light of the moon.

“Pl-pl’s-” She can barely speak around your fingers, pressing down mercilessly on her tongue and forcing her saliva to spill out onto her chin. Naturally, this drives you to abandon her delicious cunt on the precipice of her orgasm so you can lave your tongue over her face, scooping up the drool she was wasting. Fuck, she tasted so good.

“None of that, luv.” You croon, leaving her face wetter than it was before as she sobs and shudders at the tantalizing release you had left just out of reach. Fuck, she looked so pretty like this, needy and wanting, aching for you. For your mouth, your fingers, your everything.

Even now her hips were jerking desperately up against the space between your clothed abdomen and her slick cunt. “If you want somethin’ you just got to ask for it.”

Your smirk is mean, and your accent slips for her as you grin like a wild beast, snarling and slobbering over your pretty bird like she was something delectable to devour. Which is true. And she glares up at you with tears clumping her eyelashes together, your saliva drying on her cheek, and her chest heaving with pure need.

“Le’ me c’m.” She demands around your fingers, glowering up at you, and you smile widely— as though you hadn’t just spent the last hour edging her over and over and over in the empty rotunda where the cadet’s had all gathered that first day. You can’t help yourself when another frustrated tear slips out, swiping your tongue over her cheek to make sure that salty goodness didn’t go to waste. It wouldn’t do for her hound to be thirsty; now would it?

“What’s ’at?” You ask innocently, tilting your head a bit in faux confusion. “Couldn’ quite hear you.”

A spark of pain goes through your hand, and you moan noisily, hips jerking towards her thighs in one rough thrust when she fucking bites your fingers. Hesitantly at first, then harder at your reaction, until you can see the blood peeking past her teeth.

“Fuckin’ hell, such a perfect bird.” You moan, and the gods of this world must look upon you with favour to let you have this pretty bird yanking on your leash. You press your fingers a little deeper in her mouth, forcing them past her teeth, watching her gag around them as your other hand releases her thigh to push into her clenching cunt. “So good, all for me. Beautiful, powerful, delicious.”

The words are almost slurred with deliberate desire and hunger, and you abandon the game you’d been playing in order to reward her ferociousness by pummelling her sweet spot with two crooked fingers. Your thumb presses down on her clit, and you’re panting above her, eyes bright as you admire her moaning and writhing, bucking to get even more of you inside her.

A third finger joins the party between her thighs, and your other hand pushes down on her tongue until her jaw is open enough for you to lean over, gathering saliva in your mouth. She jolts when you spit down her throat, and her eyes roll as her cunt clenched down around your fingers. Her thighs shake violently, and her back arches until her nipples brush against your shirt while she cum’s hard.

You can feel something cold trickling over your scalp, and you force your eyes away from your Pretty Bird to scan your surroundings. It was your responsibility to keep her safe, especially now when she was so deliciously vulnerable. For you. Because of you. You had done so well as her loyal hound, helping her cum nice and hard before her challenge.

Shaking the thought from your head, your gaze eventually lands on a particularly shadowed spot, on the far side of the courtyard. One-two-three shapes. Three. Three intruders who had witnessed your Pretty Bird falling to pieces under your hands. She’s still riding it out, so you’re diligent in keeping your fingers moving. You did this. You brought her to her first peak, and you’d give her a second, and maybe a third if she was good. Who were you kidding, she was perfect.

You were going to treat her right, give the watchers the blessing of laying sight on her before you tore those filthy eyes from their skulls. You would gouge them out and serve them on a platter for your pretty Violet, rip their tongues from their mouths so they could never dream of sharing this perfect moment with any other. Maybe you’d even let them live. Maybe.

One figure tilts its head, and the other two draw back, and you track their path scurrying across the courtyard, darting through thick shadows until they vanished inside. No matter. You’d find them.

Your Pretty Bird catches your attention once more, whining and whimpering as you bring her overstimulated cunt to another peak.

“Wha’s at, luv?” You ask it like she could even answer, cooing down at her. “You’ve gotta speak up if y’ wanna be heard, Pretty Bird.”

Bending down to catch a nipple between your teeth rewards you with another shuddering moan, and you look up again to lock eyes with the figure. “Y’ve go’ an audience, luv.”

Your accent thickens, and Violet’s body tenses. You pull your fingers from her mouth as she tries to jerk up to see, putting them in your mouth to savour the taste of her spit. Your fingers grind against the sweet spot inside her, and her eyes roll as soon as she spots the shadow, cumming hard for the second time.

By the time she’s done, the figure is gone. But you’ve got an inkling feeling you know exactly who it was, after all. Xaden Riorson tended to have a problem with getting himself in other people’s business. You’d fix it, right after you cleaned your Pretty Bird up with your tongue, after all- didn’t you deserve another reward for your efforts?

[neon-in-the-night-time]

everybody always talks about the experience of rereading an old fic you used to love when you were 13 and realizing it was utter dogshit but it is absolutely delightful when you reread an old fic you used to love when you were 13 and it is every bit the masterpiece it was back then

[thealmightyemprex]

Selena and Alden are known for being ravenous preds but they secretly adore being consumed by their consort Barna

@ariel-seagull-wings @themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @piterelizabethdevries

[seven-n-wolf]

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII (Compilation of)

Relationship: Vincent Valentine / Sephiroth, Vincent Valentine / The Turks / Rufus Shinra

AU: canon divergence

Summary:

Vincent wakes up nearly thirty years after being locked up in a coffin by Hojo and Lucrecia to find that they’re both dead and Sephiroth, against all odds, is alive and well—or as well as a genetic experiment can be. After a bit of coercion and emotional blackmail from Rufus and Veld, Vincent decides to rejoin the Turks as Head of the Department. Things go rather well until Vincent starts getting hot flashes and, almost at the same time, Sephiroth approaches him with a desire to be friends.

[ravenclawshermione]

Chapter 2 of The May Queen's Crown just dropped!

“So Nightwing, is it just me or has Hood been weirdly evasive lately? Or seems like he’s always busy, which is wild because it’s Hood, and I know Arsenal isn’t in town.”

I grinned, remembering our boy’s night, “Oh it’s not just you. And it isn’t Arsenal keeping him busy.”

Calla keyed in immediately, “Wait, is he really seeing someone?”

“He insists that it’s not like that. But considering the fact that ever since the emergency boy’s night about two months ago he’s been completely unavailable most evenings before patrols, and the hundreds of dollars he dropped buying DVDs for this mystery girl, I'm calling bullshit.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe he didn’t tell me,” she said, amused, “That little punk. I’m glad, though. He deserves some happiness.”

Before I could agree, Babs came in over the comms.

“Oracle calling all hands, we just got a report of a breakout attempt in progress at Arkham,” the modulator couldn’t fully mask the urgency in her voice, “Meeting point Delta Bravo, B is en route now.”

“Delta Bravo?” Calla asked me, looking determined. 

“Rendezvous point just across the bridge to Arkham,” I replied, pulling her close and firing my grappling hook, swinging us through the air, heading towards where our bikes were hidden. 

We dropped to the alley, and she moved the bramble that she’d used to hide the bikes. Her personal ride was a lot nicer than the plain black one she had started using for getting around on patrol nights, but it was also one with a more recognizable paint job. It was one of the drawbacks of our lifestyle, having to worry about being discovered. 

“Any idea who’s involved?” Tim asked.

I could practically feel Cal tense up next to me. With situations like these, standard procedure was to communicate over the open channel. Direct lines still existed, but being able to coordinate as a group was vital. Still, I knew she was only just getting used to the idea of being involved in these Bat-ops. She valued her independence, and she and Bruce didn’t exactly get along.

“Riddler, Penguin, Ivy, and a handful of others,” she answered, “Unclear yet who’s calling the shots, and who’s just taking advantage of the chaos.”

There was a clatter of keys hitting the pavement, and I turned to see Calla standing there, a look of frantic horror on her face. I’d only seen her look like this once, when she’d nearly-

No. I couldn’t think about that right now. 

Right now there were exactly two things that mattered. Making sure Calla was okay, and getting to Arkham as soon as possible. 

[sheis-theslayer]

Ok but like I need a 90k slowburn Faith/Buffy/Spike post-Chosen fic. Does it exist. Can I have it please.

I do not want to write it I want to live in it please I'm begging you.