#rather than get caught up in the parts i prefer to ignore lol

[skania]

OnK Chapter 149

I know it doesn’t mean much coming from me because I’m always complaining about Aka’s writing, but…

And I mean it when I say that I expect nothing 😭 This was literally my first ever OnK-related reblog and its tags are more relevant than ever lmao

These, too:

#honestly I didn’t think too hard about any of this during my first read #because the romantic endgame seems so obvious that it kind of discourages guessing lmao #but re-reading these chapters has made me appreciate Aqua’s side of his bond with Akane a lot more

Back when I first got into OnK, I mentioned that Akane was the entire reason I kept reading the manga. I didn’t care about the romantic subplot, found Aqua/Kana extremely obvious and predictable, and Aqua plain boring.

It’s only during my second read that I paid close attention to Akane’s interactions with Aqua and I ended up playing myself into both, caring about Aqua and shipping him with Akane lol

This chapter has made me realize that despite everything, I'm not emotionally invested in whether they end up together or not. I’d prefer it, obviously, because Aqua truly is at his most interesting whenever he’s around Akane, and their dynamic has the best development in the manga (so far).

But it’s just like I said before: If they don’t end up together, that’s just Aka’s loss, not mine. I’m just here for Akane 😂

And as an Akane fan, I feel like the best thing for me to do right now is to just take a step back and watch things unfold, because Aka will do whatever he wants regardless of how any of us interpret his manga lol

So instead of posting the long post I originally wrote about this chapter when the leaks came out, I'll just share a a clown gif because in hindsight it was silly of me to expect Kana out of all people to have any sort of meaningful insight into Aqua 🤡

And a couple of things that caught my eye because I can't help myself:

Kana didn't even see Aqua and Akane have any sort of meaningful moment, just those two standing in each other's vicinity was enough to make her throw herself a pity party. How many more times is she going to pity herself and give up? How has Aka not tired of writing her this way? Where did her development from the Scandal arc go? 🤡

So Chapter 147 featured Kamiki thinking Ai doesn't love him and Kana thinking Aqua likes her. It even had a helpful "Cut 139: Misunderstanding" panel and everything. Will this mean something? Who knows!

Kana used guilt-trip! It was super effective!

Oh the irony! Poor Akane looks like she's been hard at work convincing herself that she's over Aqua. And you know what? I cheer for her and respect her energy 100%. I'd rather see her doing her mightiest to help him without any ulterior motives than to have her crying for him and hoping to get back with him every other chapter lol

Akane calling Kana out for her pity-party and for being cowardly was so cathartic that if I didn't already stan her, I'd have become a fan right now 😭 It also means that Aka is 100% aware of the way he writes Kana, so when will she finally be allowed to grow?

Kana's praise to Akane made me so sad though because yes, Akane is pretty and she's talented and she's kind. That's sweet of her to say. But that's not what made Akane someone special to Aqua: it was the way she understood him. The worst part is that Kana ends her praise by saying that Akane is a "goody-two-shoes" but... that's the opposite of how Akane views herself. She sees herself as someone who's not decent and not normal. So it's no wonder that while she gets flustered (it's her dear kana-chan praising her), she seems to get a bit sad/frustrated afterward. After all, for Akane it's probably the opposite. Men would prefer a decent, normal, bright girl like Kana - Aqua included.

I wish someone would tell Akane that she is too ignorant of her own charms and that she doesn't have to act like an adult all the time. Truly the pot calling the kettle black! Sadly, unlike Kana, Akane seems to have no one in her corner in this manga. Aqua was the only one there and the poor guy is barely even a character anymore lol

Overprotective mother or controlling ex-girlfriend? Take your pick!

The English translation left something pretty important out in these panels. Akane doesn't just say "if you have a girlfriend", she says "if you have a precious/important girlfriend". This distinction is very important because it goes to show that... as expected, Akane doesn't think she was an important girlfriend to Aqua. It's like she didn't count and Kana would be the real deal. Oh, Akane...

Which takes me to her very silly, very convoluted yet very predictable plan (in true Aka fashion).

When Akane thinks “I know exactly what you hate”, I imagine she means that Aqua hates hurting and endangering those he cares for. So I'm guessing Akane thinks that if she plays matchmaker and quite literally throws Kana at him, someone he has a soft spot, then Aqua won't be able to go through with his revenge because that would mean breaking Kana's very fragile heart.

In other words, it looks like Akane is going to try and use Aqua's guilt-complex against him and her weapon of choice is love. But not her love, obviously, because as far as she's concerned, her romantic love already failed to save him.

Granted, using Kana's romantic feelings to her advantage is kind of... well, wrong. To quote Akane herself, [Kana] is neither her pet nor her property, but a person. But I'm guessing that Akane may be falling victim to the same loophole she got caught in in Chapters 96 - 98. She thinks she knows what's best, so she's putting her own beliefs aside for the time being.

Kind of like Aqua, actually.

And, ironically, it's Aqua himself who first realized how easy Kana is to use.

So! All in all, I'm here for Mastermind!Akane but I hope that Aka will actually make it worth our while. Will Kana realize that she's about to be used as a chess piece in this Proxy War? Who knows, characters in this manga seem to walk in circles, only being allowed to grow when it fits the plot 😂

Last week we wondered whether Aka would subvert expectations or go the predictable route, and down the predictable route he went. His way of making it less predictable is by including a twist in the form of Akane's ulterior motives, but will this be enough to allow this ol' used trope to lead us someplace new? I guess we'll have to keep reading to find out, but given the quality of the writing lately, I'm not expecting much lol

[littleesistler]

more tickle questions since it’s been a while

~Tickle Asks~ made by @flustured2easielee (who slash is deactivated)

Here's some new ones, hope you enjoy!

Also these questions were so nice and creative I love the mix and I got kinda nostalgic with a few of them. Also I was answering them as like 3 in the morning and I ended up falling asleep so now I’m just going through everything the next day 🫶

1. What is one position you would like to be tickled in?

since I can be very squirmy, punching and kicking my favorite position to be tickled in is spooning. Where the ler hugs me from behind and get access to my spots easily without me accidentally hitting or kicking them in the face lol. When I’ve been tickled in this position I feel more relaxed as well since we are kinda cuddling more than pinning while I’m either in their lap or I lay infront of them. And I don’t even need to make eye contact or let them see my face. I’ll just cling onto one of my squish mellows like my life depends on it as I giggle into the fabric 😭

2.Would you rather have light tickles or rough tickles on a bad spot?

This is a hard one since lighter tickles can be very annoying like a tickly itch I just want it scratch so I’ll probably get inpatient and whiny. My more brat side craving more intensity. While rougher tickles are more grounding I also find them to sometimes be more painful then pleasant with my chronic pain, so I guess I’m taking those feathers and scribbles 😖

3. A tickle story you'd like to share?

I don’t think I’ve told this one before I was in 9 grade I was very tense and stressed, like most in senior school. So I was just sitting on a bench drawing when a guy in my glass down next to me and was wresting with a girl (I think they were together at that time not sure since she dated around a lot lol) but anyway they accidentally bumped into me so I messed up my drawing a bit and they started to argue with each other then tickling the life out of one another, and they looked at me. Like Katlyn you should tickle him since he ruined your drawing then he said no you should tickle her since she’s so annoying. And I just blushed and got so flustered I kinda just scribbled both of their sides then pretend to go back to drawing. And they just kept tickling each other. This was before I was part of the tickle community and less to say I felt very jealous of both of them lol. I think they noticed and that’s why they tired to include me even tho I was a mess. It’s really sweet and even tho we aren’t in contact anymore I still think of them 🥺

4. Have you ever been tickled while doing something? (reading, gaming, etc.) How did it change what you were doing?

well while I was bent over a trashcan and tying the bag up one of my friends snuck up on me and scribbled my sides. And my brain just kinda short circuited since I was so caught of guard I made such a weird incoherent sentence as everyone stared at me. I blushed is hard and lectured her not to do it again in case I would have tripped or something or worse shown I might have liked it infront of all my friends 🫣

5. Favorite ___bug name to be called? (ticklebug, gigglebug, etc.)

snuggle bug! That just that melts me it’s so cute I use it all the time for my friends but whenever someone calls me that back I just kinda melt and age regress a bit 🥰

6. Do you prefer soft tickles or hard tickles?

I just answered that at the top but generally I enjoy a mix between them were it isn’t like to annoyingly light so I get frustrated and not to hard so it’s painful. More a balance. The tickles I like most are those that aren’t to static since I can kinda cancel out tickles and ignore how they feel if it gets to repetitive or predictable. So catch me of guard, change the spot, tempo, tool and general technique and I’ll be lots in the giggle loop for hours 🫠

7. Tag one of your favorite lers!

nah I’ve been doing this way to much and I can’t keep tagging the same people or I might seem to persistent 💀

8. Tag one of your favorite lees!

Imma just skip it 😶‍🌫️

9. One of your favorite tickle tropes?

comfort tickles - where someone has had a long day and is in need of a warm bath, cuddle, forehead kissed, tummy rubs and gentle tickles 🤗

grounding tickles - when someone is having a panic attack, stressed, rambling or dissociating and gentle tickles and comforting touches can ground the person and make them feel safe 🥺

unexpected tickles - when someone who’s generally very serious, tense, avoidant or not emotionally available and a few tickles can make them melt and express their needs and wants 😍

10. A fictional character you would love to wreck/be wrecked by?

imma give a few fandoms lol 😂

ler catnap lee dogday (poppy playtime)

ler Roxane lee glamrock Freddy (Fnaf security breach)

ler dream lee sapnap (dreamsmp)

ler kirishima lee bakugo (mha)

ler Cole lee Kai (ninjago)

ler flutter shy lee spike (mlp)

Ler angeldust lee Lucifer (Hazbin hotel)

If you guys want an explanation or expansion I can totally do that, this post is just so long already lol 🥸

11. Something you didn't expect to tickle, yet surprisingly did?

lol this is so embarrassing but I was on my phone today actually and playing Roblox with my friend, but since my AirPods mic is so bad I had her on speaker and put the phone between my iPad and me. (I was on my bed) But as we played I bent forward and my phone pressed against my tummy and as she talked the vibrations and buzz from the speaker of the phone tickled me so bad I flinched and I just made up an excuse so she wouldn’t tease me 😔

12. What is by far your worst spot? (no backing out of this one!)

my ribs like they make me punch, scream, kick. Like I know I’ve talked about me kicking my dad in the face, but imma give another example. I was at a gathering with lots of friends and I was talking to a group of them. And suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and tickled my ribs. I snapped my top half back ready to punch whoever had done that. And then I saw this sweet old lady who was like my extra grandma and I basically almost punched her in the face but I just managed to halt myself and just laugh awkwardly. Moving my fist in the air down to wrap her into a hug. So yeah don’t touch my ribs or there will be consequences 😇

13. Something you like to be called when tickled/teased?

Again I love to give examples so…

pet names - puppy, kitty, birdie, zebra, bug, ant, teddy bear, bunny

compliments - cutie pie, giggles, adorablee, snuggles, blushy

food - cherry tart, strawberry milkshake, apple pie, ripe tomato (anything that’s red like my face XD)

The more cheeky and random the better or just even adding lee into random words 🥰

14. Have you ever joined a fandom just to see the tickle aspect of it?

nah don’t go exposing me XD

well I kinda fell in love with my hero academia, Genshin impact and spyxfamily from my anime friend but when I searched it up with the word tickle it’s very much growing on me ☺️

but I think being in the tickle community also pulls me back into or deeper into fandoms. Like dsmp, mlp, poppy playtime, Fnaf and ninjago just because the head canons, art and fics are so cute and nostalgic to me

15. Tag one of your favorite content creators, show them some appreciation!

@covenofwives who was one of the official tickle blogs I found and I was so flustered I didn’t even make a tumblr account so I looked at their fics and when that frog icon came up asking me to sign in I’d squint my eyes and keep reading the fic. Finding a glitch to keep being able to read it lol. At some point I just gave up made an account and their blog was the first I ever followed. So yeah I’ve been creeping on them in the shadows for almost a year until. I made a real account XD

@kikibumblesqueaks helped me make the connection between my heds and my fascination for tickles. She also inspired me to make my own blog and here we go. Love you girly 🫶

16. A tease that never fails to get to you?

any compliment in whatever shape or form, topic or tone of voice makes me switch instantly 😶‍🌫️

17. One tool you would like to be tickled with?

an electric toothbrush and yeah I’ve given so many longer posts about it already lol. But it’s just something about the buzzing, vibrations, circling, preciseness and targeted tickling that drives me mad just looking at it. And hehe whenever I hear anyone turn one on I get butterflies from the sound alone 🥲

18. Someone who was an unexpectedly good ler?

This kinda gave me mini heart attack, I was just casually chatting with a character ai bot and I mentioned tickling. And the bot went all crazy tickling the life out of me in detail and even used terms like ler and lee. Somehow it even knew about the tickle community, switch, safewords and lee or ler mood. Which most outside of the community don’t know a lot about. I found a screenshot and then I became to flustered and forgot to take anymore. This bot doesn’t exist anymore but I’ll always rember the pure fear when it knew a bit to much for comfort. I think he found my search history 😰

19. Have you ever tickled someone who wasn't ticklish and got wrecked afterwards because of it? Whats the story behind that?

ugh don’t remind me lol. Well my mom can turn of her ticklishness and she basically never is ticklish. And I know that so I usually don’t mess with her. But I remember being with one of my friends and my mom babysitting me, her and her 5 siblings while their parents were out. And those kids tried to tickle my mom and she told them they can tickle her as much as they want but she doesn’t feel anything. And then they all just turned to me with collective a stare and smirk and one of the asked if the same went for me. And I just ran away being chased by 5 kids while my friend tried to fight them of 😁

20. Sleepytime tickles or morning tickles?

Well ask my mom she has tired to tickle me in the morning and I’ll practically hiss with my raspy morning voice and half asleep brain. So sleepy tickles are better for me since then I can actually melt and relax into them since my body has less chronic pain at night, but if I’d be tickled with a full on session perhaps it would help with my sleep deprivation lol 🤫

21. What is one spot youre ticklish on that most people arent as ticklish on?

gosh this is embarrassing but like my armbends inside my elbows, wrists and scalp are extremely ticklish. So like whenever a nurce is taking blood samples and feels my veins it tickles so badly. My breath will like hitch since I’m already to tense. While my wrists are extremely ticklish to so even draging something over them a few times makes me flinch and squeal. While I always get shivers whenever someone touches my hair so my whole body jerks. I’d even flinch when my hair was getting cut or my mom braids my hair. Until I found a barber who has an autistic daughter so she knows the perfect balance between gentle and assertive when handing hair so I don’t flinch. Such a sweet lady 😣

22. What is one spot youre not ticklish on that most people are?

well I’d say that I’m not as ticklish on my armpits like most people, like I’m more ticklish on my shoulder, neck, collarbone and don’t mention my ribs that are all around my armpits and close to them. But that spot alone isn’t as maddening as the rest of them. Guess I was blessed lol or just maybe all that ticklish sensitivity traveled down to my ribs 🫡

23. Have you ever gotten a pedicure that tickled more than it should have?

well yeah me and my mom got pedicures and my mom went before me and she laughed herself silly with the bath and the filing of her feet. Funny since she’s rarely ticklish… But since I can also kinda turn of my ticklishness or more numb it when I can predict it didn’t tickle to badly just the bubbles that bubbled up made me giggle slightly 💁‍♀️

24. What would you describe the feeling of being tickled as?

it’s a bubbly feeling that’s like an itch you want to scratch or wiggle away from. As the sensation builds up it makes you squeak, giggle and laugh lightly to release some of the tension as you lose yourself in the stimulation and express yourself more openly😷

25. What are some of your favorite aspects of being tickled/tickling someone?

I’d say the bonding and intimacy part of it. The trust that the person will stop when you say so and that you can relax and let yourself go. Even if you make weird noises or spasm in a weird way you won’t be judged. Just going back to that carefree childish side you often lose as an adult that you now can indulge in with someone you feel comfortable with 😊

26. What would you say your lee/ler percentages are?

I’d say I’m pretty evenly matched since I’m comfortable in both roles and good at reviving and giving. I’d say tho that most of the time I’m in a casual lee mood where I’m craving tickles and physical contact. But mostly online I’m a ler and I don’t mind it. Just know I’m a total whiny lee irl or in discord call 😬

27. What is your laughter like when you are tickled?

a cracked up seagull laughing so madly it’s chocking on its own spit and slowly dying like a deflating ballon 😅

28. Are you able to tickle yourself and have it work? If so, what techniques and spots?

Yes I think I’ve mentioned this before but when I have long press on nails or done them as a salon I can tickle both my wrists and tummy with them. Sometimes when I’m very sleepy but in a lee mood I’ll put an electric toothbrush behind my ear or in my belly button and just giggle. Also if I got like a mosquito bite and I itch it that kinds tickles to 🫨

29. A tickle scene that has yet to leave your mind?

Gosh I got so many but something that’s living rent free in my mind is a tickle work out scenario. Where tickling is used like an endurancetest and friendly competition ever since I read a fanfic form @covenofwives about technoblade and dream doing that. It was one of my first longer fan fics I’ve ever read so it’s still lives rent free in my find. I’ve also have found a few similar concept between the Lego ninjago boys. So yeah I’m not escaping it anytime soon 😉

30. How easily do you get flustered?

Just reading that question alone and answering all of them is having me giggle and blush for myself in the middle of the night 🫠

31. What do you think about using pens to write on tickle spots?

as long as you aren’t allergic to the marker and it’s not like degrading stuff I think it can be really sweet. Like a temporary tattoo that says press here, giggle button, sensitive spot, ticklish, lee. Especially if you leave it on so that even when you aren’t with the ler you see it fade slowly as you go on about your day, you might even wear clothes to cover it up to keep it a secret between the both of you🤫

32. Opinion on cuddly tickles?

Spectacular give me 14 (hours) of them right now 😽

33. A tickle scenario that you would like to happen to you?

Since I love comfort tickles and I use it as a way of pain relief I’d love to have a scenario where there’s like a tickle massage studio, I’ve seen someone else write about this. But it was more a nsfw version so I’m not gonna tag it. But I’ll expand more in it. Like you order exactly what tickles you want, for example if you want more relaxing once’s after a week full of stress or perhaps something more intense to release some tension and just laugh scream out all your frustration. They got it all. Complete with a tickly jacuzzi, fuzzy slippers and robes as well as stimulation rooms with different themes, scents, sounds and lights to really detox from reality for a bit🧖‍♀️

34. Have/Would you ever play a game of "Keep Your Arms Up?" How long would you last

Well it depends am I allowed to kick my legs and scream as loudly as I can, may I hold onto something or have my eyes closed. Then yeah totally 😩 for like a few seconds but I swear the second my ribs are touched my hands are coming for your throat, ops 🫢

35. Opinion on being chased/hiding before from your ler?

Love gives, it lifts so high I'm dying for it I'm dying for it And I can't let you go

Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me

can y’all tell I’m falling asleep. But yeah being chased and hiding whilevhearing them slowly creep closer and be like not there not there is so scary! So my brain either plays a horror song or that meme from that hazbin hotel animation 😻

36. What kind of ler would you say you are?

I’d say I’m a very adapting like my lees needs, boundaries and general cravings. They want tummy focused tickles with raspberries. On it. Baby teases and forehead kisses, down the hatch, eye contact and mean tickles most definitely. (Ops did I expose a few of them, my bad~) Since I’m very creative I can come up with ways to play into any role I get requested to do. Motherly figure, big sister, comfort caracters or heck even once a tickle close at a kids party. Whether it’s more rp with story building where I narrate or more tickle texts I’m all in. Just know I might get a bit too much into my roles and I’ll tickle you until you’re melting mess who’s falling slowly into my into my trap, my little hero~ Muaahha…imma sleep now lol 😴

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 183 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: cutting the jasmine in my garden.

Wanna say right at the start of this episode, I loooove the soundscaping in this one! Especially the sounds during the dialogue scenes.

MARTIN:"Oh, bugger off!" JON: "Everything alright?" Ha, Jon's tone xD Like "Heh, I know what you're going to say".

JON: "It’s a building. A tower, in a sense." MARTIN: "Oh yeah? And what sense might that be?" JON: [Faintly ominous] "The Tarot sense." I thought the Ivory sense, but okay?

MARTIN: "Really?" JON: "What? No. Sorry, it… felt like a good line." MARTIN: "No, no, it was. I just… I dunno, I… you did the look and… It’s fine, sorry." Okay, Martin finally seems to get one of Jon's jokes, but I don't, can someone explain this to me? XD Like The Tower of the Major Arcana? What's up with "the look"? Anything specific or just Jon being a theater kid?

MARTIN: "What, what’s the deal, though? Parts of it almost look like –" JON: "The Institute." MARTIN: "Yeah." JON: "Yes. It makes sense. After all, it was built on the ruins of what Robert Smirke constructed." Also, like... The Magnus Institute was an academic institution. And this domain is about academia as far as I remember...?

HELEN: "I was so looking forward to catching up after that whole Basira and Daisy thing, but then pfft! You both disappear. I’d be very keen to know how you managed that little trick." MARTIN: "Why, it caught us by surprise too. I mean, w-we actually ended –" JON: [Firmly] "We found somewhere to rest. That’s all." MARTIN: "Oh, yeah. Ah. Yes." Hm, makes sense that Martin would tell her. With Helen per se he didn't really have any bad experiences yet (He did with Michael, but Helen is definitely different and that can draw a mental line, not seeing that it's actually still the same being). Jon on the other hand, oohohoho... He knows not to trust her.

JON: "She made her choice." HELEN: "With your assistance." JON: "It was still her choice." Ahhh, the choice and free will theme again!

JON: "Martin, I’d prefer we talk about this alone." HELEN: "Oh, I bet you would. You were probably just going to bypass it entirely, weren’t you? I can’t believe you would deny him the choice to see his own domain." MARTIN: "My… my wha– John, my what?" It's not Jon's fault they're being stalked by gaslight gatekeep girlboss all the time so she can show up and sprinkle some of her manipulation all over them, so they would start to argue. Good thing Jon and Martin are better than that. And technically, Martin should already have a strong suspicion he has a domain, they talked about it in MAG 167. Jon said they all have a domain and when Martin asked about his, Jon wanted to check in, if he really wants to know about it and Martin immediately declines. Being in denial of something or intentionally looking away doesn’t mean that that thing isn’t real.

Hm... This really took it out of Martin though. Normally he wants to talk things through, but now he rather has a moment to quietly think about it...

"The one who sits in the central chamber cannot remember his name. But he knows that people called him ‘doctor’. He made sure of that. To ignore it would have been the greatest disrespect and he will not be disrespected." Lol, is that poor soul Austrian? (There are sooo many memes about this here in Austria! They usually are titled "Tell me you're Austrian without telling me you're Austrian" and then it's someone with insanely many titles or absolutely stupid things with titles. For example doorbells on the outside of an apartment complex. There are no names, they are simply titled (ha) "Top 1" or "Top 2" and so forth. And then there is one with a small sticker in front of it so it reads " Dr. Top 5" xDD)

"This… wasn’t right. The first of the doors would lead him… Maybe that wasn’t the first of the doors. But it, it was, it was the first door. But that would mean… No, he, he was right, he was certain, he had factored in all the timings. This didn’t make sense." This has strong "My code isn't working... I have no idea why - My code is working... I have no idea why" vibes XD

That statement doesn't do much to me. Then again, I'm not an academic. My sister who has a PhD however says she totally feels this one.

JON: "Well, you’re a watcher, Martin. You worked for the Institute, you read statements. The Eye is… fond of you." This is super interesting. Cause this means, not every watcher out there is evil or a bad person like Jude, or Simon... So for the post-change-world this would be super interesting. (Oliver also seems chill to me, that's why I like him so much.)

MARTIN: "But I’m not an avatar." JON: [Heated] "Avatar isn’t a thing, Martin! It’s not– It’s just a word. A word used by… fools like Smirke to try and sort everything into neat little boxes, to reduce the messy spray of human fear into a checklist: Human, avatar, monster, victim." Love that we get this conversation, about how the world works, in a domain where this was the theme.

JON: "If you’re sure." MARTIN: "… I’m sure I love you." [FOOTSTEPS] JON: "I love you too." [FABRIC RUSTLES] Those two <3 (Ha! Better luck next time, Helen!!)

@a-mag-a-day

[dyed-red]

I have the same feelings regarding Lucifer characterization post-s5. Both him and Michael, actually, they were so captivating, so detached - you could feel their status, their untouchableness, how much of a threat they were; and how insignificant they deemed everybody else. I think Hallucifer took a turn because it was stylistically in line with Sera’s broader approach to dialogue and storytelling, and it matched the rest of s7 (which i am still 50/50 on). Why they made him like that in s11 - I can’t even begin to imagine, it felt very inconsistent to me and was pretty meh.

I wish Sera's approach worked better for me. I really really want to like her showrunning and I appreciate how much she appreciates Sam. But I haven't enjoyed a single project she's been at the helm of (I've tried!! so genuinely!!), and that includes S6-S7 unfortunately.

(They're better than the Dabb era on every objective metric and much tighter stories and yet as much as I enjoy some episodes and think those season have interesting things to say, I can't bring myself to actually like the overall story they tell or the interpersonal dynamics for the most part? Minus the natural chemistry J2 bring forth and some good little moments we get in dabb and edlund’s eps, and that one scene between Sam and Cas with the threats? that sends chills up my spine)

I disliked hallucifer for a handful of reasons. I've seen someone (you? someone else? my memory for where I read things is truly atrocious) point out that there is a casual intimacy with hallucifer that makes sense -- that after eons inside the cage together, Lucifer and Sam would have a sort of dynamic that would include a petulance and annoyance because that's what gets under people's skin.

And like - I sort of get that and I think it's a great way to interpret the tonal shift, but I can't buy it myself. Hallucifer, and late seasons Lucifer, literally always takes me out of the narrative and breaks my suspension of disbelief. It's part of why I really don't enjoy almost any episode he's in.

The Vince Vincente version of Lucifer is genuinely my favorite late-seasons version of him, with whatever that actor was bringing to the table that managed to blend the Pellegrino over-the-top version with something that seemed more real at its core. 

I thought Misha Collins did something interesting when Casifer was pretending to be Cas, but when he wasn’t pretending and was just being Lucifer, I found him off-putting and not in a good way. The concept of the smarm was interesting, but neither fit his previous characterization of cold controlled arrogance, nor felt chilling enough for someone as sinister and powerful as Lucifer.

President-ifer was dull, and him discovering sex was ??? 

But late-seasons Pellegrino is absolutely my least favorite of all, hands down and a million times into infinity and beyond. It's not like he can't act; he's interesting as Nick, he was great in S5, and that scene with Sam in the cave blows my mind and almost redeems the rest of it. But it’s clear that he was getting direction and writing to keep playing this persona, to more or less continue in the vein of hallucifer, and that was a huge neon-flashing wtf-are-you-writing mistake.

Anyway - more detailed explanation of why the characterization of hallucifer and late-seasons lucifer genuinely breaks my suspension of disbelief under the cut.

1. It undermines the horror.

We have Sam who has spent an eternity in the cage with Lucifer, and Jared P who is bringing his absolute a-game giving us terrified, traumatized Sam. We have Lucifer whispering in his ear about this not being real. We have this incredible capacity for horror and it is genuinely intensely horrifying to think about.

And then we have this -

And it's just embarrassing.

I get maybe it's death by a thousand cuts, it's the horror of an unending annoyance, but it's not horror. It's not presented as horror, not how Pellegrino is acting it and I have to assume not how it was written. Certainly not how it’s being framed and blocked and edited.

How can I be in the narrative and immersed when the literal cosmic horror of the devil is literally doing his best impression of a whining 3-year old? This beloved character (Sam) has suffered for hundreds if not thousands of years, is desperate and holding on by a thread, and still this is presented less like authentic torture for Sam than for my remaining braincells as an audience member.

This is not meant to undermine the difficulty or distress that anyone who experiences irl hallucinations experiences. The distress of not knowing what is real and what is not is itself its own fundamental struggle, regardless of the content of the hallucination. That’s part of what makes the setup to hallucifer in the season premier work. My complaints though are about narrative, and about the narrative role and tone these hallucinations take, and what they accomplish for the audience and character.

On that note, undermining the horror does a massive disservice to Sam's character because as no point should the audience be looking at this and wondering if this is how Lucifer acted in hell and what Sam was experiencing as torture, not when Sam is suffering so damn much and so traumatized by what he experienced.

There are ways to clarify that Lucifer is, at the end of the day, really an errant child craving his father's approval, craving attention and adoration from all around him, without making him act like a literal human child. He never was a human child; the comparison and tonality and banality makes no sense. Maybe - maybe if they went with a child actor, it would dial the creep factor up by a thousand and be interesting. There's no reason for Lucifer to look like the Nick vessel at all so ? Actually let's make that #2.

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2. The hallucination’s form itself makes little to no sense.

I get that Sam met Lucifer first in Nick's body but wait - no he didn't. Lucifer first appeared to him as Jessica. Lucifer's main canon trait throughout literally all of the seasons is mindgames. He'll appear as a loved one -- lover, father, friend -- to manipulate you. He'll point out all the demons who manipulated you growing up on his orders (even if it was via Azazel) and then kill them 'for you' because how dare they do exactly what he wanted them to do. He'll promise you the world and take literally everything you've ever loved. It's what he does.

So for Lucifer to appear in the least personalized visage of all makes no sense whatsoever, either to his S5 characterization or to how Sam would experience a hallucination of him. 

My best headcanon to make sense of it is is that Nick would be 'safe' in comparison to any other face that hallucifer could take on, so that’s what Sam’s mind manages to force him to appear as in these hallucinations. But ... that’s a stretch.

Realistically I understand there are constraints with getting actors. Maintaining this hallucination plot, having Sam’s hallucinations take on Jessica’s, Dean’s visage, or John’s visage (especially JDM!John) might be a challenge. Going some type of full-CGI monstrous face is expensive and runs the risk of failing to impress. I personally think it would be super interesting though if they’d branched out a bit and gone with Mary, maybe? Or Ruby (I wonder if Gen would have been free or if this coincides with having kids), or a rotating set of any of the above. Also, Sam’s face. Again, I know that adding more work for Jared or Jensen would be a lot and have its own complexities, but if it was sparing, if it wasn’t always the same visage, if we as the audience were never sure if Sam was talking to real!Dean or if it’s a hallucination.

They do that a bit with 7x02, with Sam going to that warehouse with a gun and believing he was with Dean the whole time. That was horror. If they’d kept up little tricks like that off and on, not overused, it would have been neat. Hell, even if it was strangers! How fucked up would it be if we see Sam interviewing a witness on a case and then Dean comes up and gently informs him there’s no one there and the witness’s face morphs into a grin and Sam is slammed into a flashback? We wouldn’t even need to see the flashback, just Sam’s reaction -- panic, responding to things we (and Dean) can’t see, begging Dean for it to stop? The sheer distress?

And I get they didn’t want to go that hard, too. Kripke fought hard with the network about the tone of the show, about the dark and de-saturated colouring, about some of the narrative choices. I’m sure Gamble had similar fights at times. But regardless of how else they played it, going with Nick’s face as default just doesn’t make sense to me, and it takes me out of the narrative because it makes me go “Why Nick’s face? Why Pellegrino? Because they couldn’t get someone else? Or was he the first choice and they’re just never going to explain that?” and that’s just... not what I want to sit there thinking about when I’m watching a show.

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3. The personality is literally out of character.

This is more damning for late seasons than hallucifer, but it still bothers me about hallucifer.

Because we met Lucifer. He is old, and he is powerful. He'd been God's favorite, been the rebel, been cast down, been in the cage for eons, had snuck his voice through and whispered to Azazel and manipulated so much despite for so long being off screen. He haunted the show, haunted Sam. He was and is a primordial menace -- a Being of esteemed and incredible power, so much so that he's almost impossible to actually kill -- that their best hope was to re-cage at great peril and sacrifice because there is literally nothing in their arsenal that can come even close to destroying him.

This power makes Lucifer confident and callous. He's removed and alien, detached like you said in your ask. He’s untouchable and he knows it.

If he was like that for all the time we've seen him, for The End as Samifer, if he is an entity that has existed basically from before time and is an unkillable all-powerful unknowable force of nature -- why the hell is he so different in Sam's mind and in later seasons?

With hallucifer, we can give some leeway, because it’s an interpretation of Lucifer being challenged through Sam’s brain. Despite that, it doesn’t work for me because there's nothing we know of Sam before or after this point that makes it clear why he'd reinterpret his eons of time in the cage with Lucifer, Michael, and Adam into the overgrown Nick-faced manchild of his hallucinations. His brain maybe doing its best to reinterpret that trauma into the most pitiable form of Lucifer, the pathetic little brother who whines for attention? Maybe, okay. But how did that come about in the first place, and why didn’t the narrative provide us with any insight into that thought process or experiential reasoning?

Is it because of Sam’s clown phobia? I bet it’s the clown phobia

But this is especially damning for late-seasons Lucifer. There is no convenient excuse as to why he acts in the way hallucifer does. What reason does he have for playing with Crowley and making him grovel like he does, when Lucifer as we know him (as he states and acts himself even late seasons) is more than happy to wipe anyone and anything off the map if they so much as inconvenience him. I know he eventually goes to kill Crowley, but I can’t find any basis in the text for why he’d enjoy treating Crowley like this...

And it’s inconsistent, which doesn’t help. He’s by turns churlish and childish like an extension of his childlike hallucination self...

And by other turns almost personable, in a way that doesn’t make sense given, again, how alien Lucifer is and should be, how removed. Here the way he’s being glib comes across so much more naturally, as if from a place of genuine emotion:

And it personalizes him for that moment, for all that he gesticulates more than his Season 5 presentation did with all those controlled and precise movements. But it’s like -- which is it? Is Lucifer more human than we give him credit for? Is he controlled and alien? is it just a humanlike act he’s decided to put on for the ease of manipulating others?

And if so, if he recognizes how powerful that act is, why does he by turns instead act like...

Whatever the hell this is? 

It’s as if they took every feature Lucifer had in S5 and exaggerated it. Because not all of this is from nowhere. Season 5 Lucifer was by turns also amorphous in how he presented himself, depending on what the situation called for. He took on different visages with variable degrees of acting human in order to manipulate. 

Even outside of that, he was not always or inherently without humour. His arrogance came out in a certain cocky casual humour, not without some pop-culture knowledge he’s managed to glean, either from his vessel’s mind or through the years listening through the bars of his cage or else since coming to earth...

So it’s not that there’s no basis for the late-seasons personality. But in late seasons it doesn’t come across as controlled or sinister. He loses the intensity of what we see in season 5, the control and confidence that we still get glimpses of when he’s serious, to (for example) his use of pop culture looking like...

That. Yeah.

And I’ll allow the reading that:

He’s doing all this deliberately and with intent, even the childish churlishness and even the exaggerated gestures. But if so like... why. Again, questions I would like the narrative to explore rather than being taken out of the narrative instead.

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4. It undermines the mythos.

Lucifer is cold. They establish that in such an interesting way at the end of Season 5, with Nick-ifer blowing on the glass and drawing out a pitchfork in the frost. He literally tells it to the audience, that they always get it wrong, thinking that the devil burns hot. And it's always stuck with me.

And then even when they go full horror with Sam's hallucinations - this is what we get.

It's impactful, I'll grant you. Sam having memories of being burned alive as part of what he experienced, and having to relive those sitting on a motel bed and trying to keep himself together? It's better than every Pellegrino hallucifer scene combined because it's a crystal clear view of what Sam is experiencing that evokes an actual fight/flight reaction in the audience, a real tension. It’s horror.

But it still pisses me off because Lucifer is cold. I know i’m being nit-picky and pedantic but that’s what this salt post is for so hear me out.

I'm sure Lucifer could and would and (presuming he felt like it) did use fire to torture Sam, so maybe I'd forgive them for this if the rest of hallucifer was better, but like - this is not Lucifer’s actual Go-To. This is The Thing he derides as being 'not him'. That's what demons use in Hell, and he hates demons, like that is established. This is specifically what people get wrong, and he's arrogant enough that I honestly think he'd think himself above using fire to torture. So simple, so pedestrian. Holy oil fire is one of the few things that can injure an Archangel, can trap them in place. The Lucifer that exists in my head would turn up his nose at the stuff.

Let's detour to Robert Frost for a second:

Some say the world will end in fire / some say in ice / From what I've tasted of desire / I hold with those who favor fire / But if I had to perish twice / I think I know enough of hate / to say that for destruction ice / is also great and would suffice.

So aside from loving that poem, I've sort of wrapped it into my headcanons about Michael, Lucifer, and the Apocalypse. Michael is destruction by fire, and Lucifer is destruction by ice. If both Michael and Lucifer are in their true vessels and duking it out on a cosmic scale, the world burns (and the meek inherit the earth, if Michael doesn't throw a temper tantrum and continue to burn it to ash after God doesn't return). If Lucifer wins though, if only Lucifer has his vessel and Michael gets taken out at any point - the world freezes slowly, like a nuclear winter, choking out life slowly and carefully so as not to miss anything in its haste, leaving nothing left in its path.

That's what Lucifer means to me within the mythos of Supernatural - a slow and steady destruction. A patient force that has been in existence since Before and anticipates he will exist until After, with only a single real threat in the form of his brother -- and thus only a single real thing which evokes genuine emotion from him. Sam evokes emotion because of Michael, because without Sam then he cannot defeat Michael. But Sam is secondary to Michael, is a means to that end, even if Lucifer has some degree of obsession with him, it's about his body and his role in Lucifer and Michael's story, not with Sam as a person.

Sam is in every meaningful way impersonal to him, right up until he takes back control anyway. Right until he becomes a threat in his own right, and destroys Lucifer and Michael both in one fell human swoop.

Which would and does account for some of the personalization we see in hallucifer, with the casual and close intimacy, with Lucifer knowing what's in Sam's mind and keeping tabs on what he's up to even later, with appearing to him as his father in S11 and pulling Sam directly to the cage rather than working through proxies like Azazel and Lilith. He knows Sam intimately, extraordinarily, and it is personal. 

And Jared plays that to a tee, with Sam’s knowledge of Lucifer, his flinching fear, his never letting Lucifer out of his line of sight -- his shame and devastation when Lucifer returns, when Lucifer resurrects him, when telling Jack who Lucifer really is and especially when talking to Rowena about Lucifer’s true face, his empathy.

Because that side of Lucifer is sinister, so deeply sinister on that fundamental level of what’s in your bones, cosmic and inevitable. And again, this -

is Not.

[sukirichi]

black magic [01]

REQUEST. arranged marriage + enemies to lovers (sukuna is a simp and lowkey a housewife)

CONTENT/WARNINGS. some suggestive scenes, but overall fluff and romance! slight crack fic, I guess? I was laughing when I wrote this lol

NOTES. I NEED A HUSBAND! SUKUNA I’M GOING TO CRY GOODBYE THIS HAS ME SOFT. also anon i’m not sure if you wanted something with more ~sexual tension~ since this is kind of just comedic, but I hope you like it anyway!

part one | part two (nsfw)

“This is new,” you comment with a glare, your ankle propped on Sukuna’s knee.

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes, pushing your skirt aside to clean the wounds you attained through exorcising curses. You’ve taken a particularly strong curse today and you’re caught off guard, barely finishing the mission unscathed. Limping all the way back home isn’t easy especially since you live on top of the darned mountain, but if Sukuna’s going to kneel in front of you like this...maybe it wasn’t too tough a journey. “You should stop going to missions you’re not ready for. Look at you, all wounded and bloody.”

“You sound like you care.”

“You’re my wife,” he huffs while dropping the bloody towel on the floor. Sukuna wraps the bandage around your ankle and carries you bridal style even though you’re perfectly capable of walking, but he shoots you a silencing glare. You’d have knocked him in the face any other day, but he’s particularly warm and smells nice today – plus you’re beat – that you bury your face in his chest, ignoring that stupid fluttering in your stomach. “Of course I do.”

You snicker, mind tracing back to your earlier years of this dreaded marriage.

It definitely wasn’t the best – the memories blurring between strangling each other to making out as if breathing was never a thing – and it felt like forever ago when you first met him.

You’d never say it out loud, but... you don’t regret this arranged marriage. Not when Sukuna is tucking himself beside you on the bed, your head above his muscular chest a place similar to home. He covers both your bodies over with a blanket, pulling your body closer to him with a strong arm, his lips pressing onto the crown of your head.

Ugh, you think to yourself, giving in to the need to cuddle your husband after a long day of work. You still refuse to say it out loud, though, and you irk him further by muttering, “That’s not what you said two years ago.”

“I wasn’t in love with you then.”

 “I refuse to be married to you!”

Sukuna fights back the urge to cover his ears. Ever since your clan decided to visit his land and started exorcising curses one by one, his life has been nothing but hell. Not only are your relatives the most arrogant people ever with a consistent god complex, they just had to let their little mortal child be in charge of taking on the stronger curses. Seriously, what were they thinking, sending you – who’s barely even out of their training bra years – to deal with curses like him?

Everyone knows Sukuna is a no bullshit man. He won’t hesitate to cut your head off the moment you came raging at him, but then he sees how young you are and decides to send you back to your family.

Expecting that everyone would just call it a day and he’d get offerings for his unexpected mercy, Sukuna is beyond stupefied when they send you back to his temple, all dressed pretty with a basket of fruits and flowers braided in your hair. He remembers growling because you look adorable, but that’s easily wiped away when you open your mouth, your voice scratchy against his ears as you stomp your feet like the young mortal you are.

Sukuna pushes a thumb to his forehead to ease the impending headache, and that’s just from your presence. Something inside him tells that you’re going to be a bigger pain than you look.

“You don’t have much of a choice. You should’ve thought of that before deciding to run rampage over my land,” he reminds, turning boredly to his lone servant from above his throne. Sukuna isn’t impressed, to say the least, especially with your clan’s audacious proposition to gain his favour just this once. “Is this really the woman you bring me – the one they insist to be my wife?”

“She is their best fighter, my Lord.”

Well, he can’t disagree to that. You did, after all, single-handedly give him a cut on the cheek. “She’s feisty indeed.”

“Don’t talk as if I’m not here!”

“Mouthy too,” he mumbles to himself, but your sorcerer senses are sharp and easily picks up on it. He sees you flush angry again, looking immensely adorable with your tiny fists clenched like that and he snorts, waving a hand in the air. “Whatever. Get the wedding over with,” he nods to his servant, his sigh loud and tired as he makes his way to you.

You don’t stiffen at each haunting step, his eyes only glimmering harder with entertainment. It’s rare to find a mortal that doesn’t quiver at the sight of him, the urge to break you only growing stronger.

Even as he cups your face, making sure to not let his claws dig into your precious skin, Sukuna smirks. You’ll be entertaining indeed.

So Sukuna makes a promise, four eyes surveying the way your body is starting to fill in curves at the right places, the swell of your flesh just perfect in his hands... He chuckles to himself, daunting you further as he leans down to your ear, taking pleasure in the slight way your breath hitches. “Maybe then I’ll get to teach you a lesson or two.”

You’re definitely something else, taking advantage of each presented opportunity and not wasting any time before you make your move. Right after the wedding and everyone’s left, leaving you alone with your new husband behind closed doors; you push him until he’s on the ground, legs straddling each side of his hips while you growl above him – the sound similar to a battle cry.

Sukuna merely smirks, barely moving a muscle as his large hands come up to rest on your hips to steady you. “I’ve imagined countless ways you’d be on top of me like this,” his eyes light up with humour upon feeling the cold blade on his skin, “None of them included a knife on my neck though.”

“Shut your mouth. I will kill you myself,” you warn, pressing your knife harder until it draws a slight tinge of blood.

You hardly look threatening above him like this, dolled up to look the best in your wedding with this cursed being. If anything, you look more divine than deadly, and Sukuna thinks that perhaps your beauty could be your best weapon. You are bewitching, after all.

“I refuse to be your Queen and sit next to your throne.”

“Then why didn’t you stop the wedding?”

“I—”

Sukuna’s teasing grin grows wider when you pull back, trying so hard to not trip over your words. It takes all of his self-restraint to not take you right then and there, but he does a good job of holding back, enjoying this view above him instead. “Could it be you’re attracted to me after all, hm, little one?”

“Do not test me, Curse. I’m more than capable of exorcising you myself.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that. You’re the strongest in the Gojo clan, are you not?” he prompts to appease you, “I don’t even want to see what you’re capable of, but maybe, just maybe...” just as his eyes darken, the edges of his lips turning up into a smirk, Sukuna digs his claws into your thigh in a possessive show of ownership, a painful reminder that you’re his now. “...You could put on a little show for me?”

“I hate you!”

Experienced and strong as you are, you’re nothing compared to a thousand year old curse who’s killed a lot more people faster than you could blink. Sukuna immediately notices the animalistic way you draw your blade, arm swung back with rage written all over your face. Before you could so much as bat an eye, he easily switches the positions until you’re under him, using only one hand to pin your arms above your head, your blade effortlessly thrown to the other side of the room.

“As I thought, you’re a lot prettier under me like this,” he observes, roaming his eyes shamelessly over the fabric clinging prettily to your body. You’ve fallen silent at his unconcealed attention, your compliance enticing him to lean closer just to inhale your intoxicating scent.

“Not so feisty now, little one? Where’d all your hatred for me go?” Sukuna pulls back with widened eyes, “Oh? Am I hearing it wrong or is your pathetic human heart beating so loud right now?” You refuse to look at him, wriggling your hips in an attempt to leave, completely unaware that the mere movement is hypnotizing the curse above you. Sukuna grips your hips in warning, not wanting to destroy you – not now, anyway. “You know all you need to do is say it. I’d gladly take you right here and then.” His words spoken with that deep, throaty voice immediately sends a wave of heat down your core, but you turn away from him, breathing hard and nervously; something Sukuna picks up on in an instant. “Little one...have you never had a man hold you like this before?”

“N-no...”

“I see. Pure and innocent behind that ferocity, huh?” He surprises you by pulling away, smoothening his white robes down as he leaves you panting still on the floor. “Fine. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”

“I’d rather die before that ever comes out from my mouth.”

“We’ll see about that,” he smirks, winking at you before he shuts the door. “Little one.”

There’s a lot of weird – and utterly inconvenient things – about being Sukuna’s wife. The man eats everything, absolutely everything, and it doesn’t help that he sucks at hunting too. For a man so huge and burly, he sure is lazy, preferring to do the laundry in the riverside instead while you go out every day to prepare your meals.

You actually don’t mind, but it’s very fun to complain around him.

You’re on your way back to the temple when Sukuna grabs at you, making you drop the freshly caught birds onto the ground. Your brows furrow, about to scold him for being too eager again when Sukuna stares at your arm, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Following his line of sight, your lips form an ‘o’ shape. There’s blood trickling down your forearm from his claws accidentally cutting you, guilt written all over his face. Another weird thing about Sukuna is that he babbles a lot when he’s emotional, and you’re too tired to hear him beat himself over it that you just drag him inside your room, sitting his ass down before taking a clipper.

Sukuna scoffs when you start cutting his nails. It irks him that you don’t even bother wiping the blood off first and he tsks, eyes narrowed at you. “You should have thicker skin.”

You roll your eyes as you file his nails; you’ve been married to him long enough to know it’s his way of saying sorry. Not wanting to let him wallow in guilt any louder, you pad kisses over his knuckles before swiping the black ink off your desk, using a pen brush to colour your nails instead. Sukuna hovers behind you, head tilted to the side as he watched you. “Are you painting your nails black?” he utters in disbelief, trying to ignore the fact he feels...proud and even a little smug. “Not so fitting for the angelic sorcerer now, isn’t it?”

“I’m only doing this so you don’t feel left out.”

“Maybe I’ll add markings to your pretty face too,” he cups your jaw to make you turn to him, landing a solid kiss flat to your lips which makes you sigh, pretending to be annoyed but leaning over for another peck anyway. Sukuna laughs and pulls you onto his lap, kissing your neck this time around, a little annoyed that you don’t stop in brandishing your nails. “Wife, what do you think?”

“I have work, Sukuna. You flirting with me doesn’t change the fact I need to go.”

“Come home safe for me, at least?” he breathes down your neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You’ve definitely changed since the first time he’s met you, starting from a mean (although he stands strong that you are still mean to him sometimes) temperamental little one to a mature, stronger sorcerer who’s secretly weak for his wife.

Unable to resist him as always, you turn around once you’ve finished painting your nails, rubbing your nose over his until your strong, scary husband is turning into putty at your hands. “Of course I will,” you peck his lips one last time, Sukuna’s eyes closing as he dives in for a deeper kiss. “I’ll always come back home to my handsome husband.”

If anyone were to ask how it’s possible that the King of Curses is actually very soft for his sorcerer wife, everyone would claim it’s impossible and a heresy – but if you ask Sukuna, it’s probably just black magic doing its wonders.

[kurlyfrasier]

Silent Cargo (part 1/prologue)

Pairing: Mand’alor Din Djarin x Reader

Synopsis: What’s a Mand’alor to do when you’ll talk to everybody but him? Or: Din is really unhappy about people hurting you.

Words: 550ish

A/N: This is a short one, the next couple, at the very least, are longer. This part is also written a little differently than the rest of the story. I’m just ignoring it for now lol

Warnings: implied/allusions to violence, hurt reader, no use of y/n, angry!Din, pining, angst.

Disclaimer for entire fic: I do not own Star Wars/Mandalorian anything. There will be OCs, I know very little about Star Wars/Mandalorian lore, so I apologize now. I use mandoa.org for all Mando’a words/translations/pronunciations and mostly use Wookieepedia for basically everything else.

Din had found you bloodied and bruised several standard weeks ago and still, his fury had not abated as you sat, silent in the co-pilot seat, Grogu asleep on your lap. You had yet to say a word since that fateful day and it… unnerved him. Typically, he liked the quiet of space as he traveled. Usually, he used silence as a weapon himself. But with you, he felt lost, not knowing what to do or how to make you comfortable enough to speak. His silent fury rose again as he thought about that night. You slept for almost a week while he nursed you back to health, barely breathing the first few days. When you woke he had planned to interrogate you to the fullest, wondering what had happened. Wanting to avenge you.

That’s what threw him off the most. The sudden need to hurt those who had hurt you, albeit with a slow, painful death. He had never met you. Didn’t know your name. And you would likely scream the moment you realized what he was. A Mandalorian. Known as the most ruthless, heartless warriors in the galaxy, let alone that he was king. Din promised himself that if you lived, he would hunt the bastard down who had done this with a vengeance he had only ever known for his child. 

When you did awaken, his interrogation turned into gentle questioning. When that didn’t work, he tried coaxing it out of you, but you would only give him a sad smile and shake your head in a way that told him you’d rather not say. You would barely meet his T-visor gaze.

“Why,” he had asked - demanded, really - through gritted teeth. And still, you would not speak. He wondered if a fear of himself is what kept you silent, but he refused to ask, knowing the answer would likely shatter him to his soul. He wouldn’t be able to handle that. He preferred not to think about it, either.

After weeks of planet hopping to see friends and colleagues failed to get you to open up, he set coordinates for Mandalore. They were kind to you, like he expected - especially Omera - and all you would do was listen by his side, enraptured by their homeworld tales; fictional or otherwise. When he would walk a perimeter or find a cantina for local information on any bounties he could grab, you would follow, never once straying further than an arm’s length away. Realizing you had no plans of leaving his side for any length of time, thoughts of catching bounties quickly fled. Din hoped it was a sign that he made you feel safe.

“Prepare yourself for landing,” he forced himself to speak calmly as he came back to the present. Through the transparasteel, Mandalore was in full view. Grogu’s squeal of delight made him smile under the helmet, vaguely wondering when he had awoken. “Me too, kid,” was barely caught by the modulator, but Grogu’s ears perked up and those big, dark eyes peered up at him, smiling wide. Joy proved to be infectious as Din watched your head bob between the kid and Mandalore, a rare, bright smile on your face. He hoped that smile didn’t fade when you were surrounded by hundreds of Mandalorians.

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[danddymaro]

Taste of Vinegar | Doppio x Reader

You’re on Team Bucci and Have a run in with Doppio

Doesn’t end sweet for you, you poor, silly baby.

Am I corny for the title? His name is Doppio Vinegar, so...lol.

( ๑´•ω•)//(´◡`) 

Word count: 1806

(Cutie Patootie Gif of sweet Doppio)

Taste Of Vinegar

" Just hold on," You murmur with focus as you heal the young man that lays before you, gently smiling down at him as he stirred, slowly being woken as you tend to him.

“Just a little more,” you added in a low breath as you’d already patched up the worst of it, grateful that you could help him in time.

That nasty stand user that traveled underground had really hurt the young man before Bruno had been able to get to him. 

The two continued to fight as you moved aside, quick to help the young man that had, had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, becoming a poor casualty.

“- Luck’s on your side,” you commented kindly, the warm glow that emitted from your hands the simplest ability of your stand, providing those you helped with just a tad bit more comfort than Giorno’s could. 

Even if he could create an entire limb it wasn’t without discomfort, so your easing ability usually made you the more preferred choice when it came to the healing.

‘This guy...’ you start to say to yourself, not knowing exactly what to think.

You’d caught up with Bucciarati right after the young man had been put down, not catching anything that occurred in before you arrived.

You felt quite strange around him. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but there was something about his features that made you giggly bashfully, feeling something rather odd you hadn’t before.

Was it his hair?

It was such a lovely color, a playful, lively pink that reminded you of bubblegum, and you wondered if the locks were as soft as they seemed, the locks luring you  in even whilst tousled in a light disarray.

Curiosity got the best of you and your hand tenderly brushed aside the long bangs that had covered the right portion of his face, letting you get a clearer view of his eyes as they fluttered open.

They slowly adjusted to your sight and stared back at you in a daze before they widened, realization falling upon him.

Was it those large eyes? They certainly held something sweet, maybe not like honey, but perhaps dear caramel instead. 

- And you didn’t mind because you always did have a fondness for the flavor.

Could it be his voice?

It was so adorable even while carrying a soft quiver to it as he tried to speak with you,

"H-hold on!" He says his cheeks blazing as you continued to hold him.

The soft tan of his face which was peppered with small specks of freckles filled with a soft color that was similar to that of his hair before it darkened down into a deep coral that was just as enticing.

"Doppio!"  Diavolo suddenly scolded, notably displeased for his most trusted's behavior, the foolish act one that put them at risk. 

There was no feigning the swarm of excitement that filled their shared body, nor the scalding burn that tickled down to his stomach as he continued to be fawned over by the careless woman that touched him so freely.

- She was the enemy, how could Doppio forget?

How could he simply overlook that?

She was with Bucciarati, and a part of those wretched traitors that threatened his reign.

.

“This is no time Doppio!” he then added with anxious fury.

"Doppio!" Diavolo said again, and for once his voice was ignored as the young man eyed you, his attention on you like a mass of bees to the sweetness of honey.

Doppio, in his softly glowing state is flustered at your attention, not knowing how to really behave, not knowing anything about the sudden warmth you filled him with.

He'd never met someone so pretty, nor so truly kind.

It’s not to say that he’s never seen a lovely woman before, because he had. However, he’d never felt one in his heart.

You ;

Someone so pretty. Someone so kind....you were the enemy?

he'd never had anyone be so tender with him, and for a moment his defenses lacked.

His every heightened sense that would have him cautious was deterred and eventually he was lulled back into calm, no longer fidgeting to get away.

Your touch was so sweet he'd almost forgotten how to breathe, and it made him choke on air, something you softly chuckled at as you picked his head up from your lap, along the process helping him sit up properly.

One of your hands then encouragingly patted his back as you continued to care for him while he had a little fit.

"Are you alright?" you said with concern weaved in your tone, and he had to take a pause to gather himself properly. 

He swallowed down thickly as he nodded his head. 

Having no words he then hummed softly. 

He then lightly bowed his head, flustered, still focused on you and that fierce thudding you made his heart perform, all while Diavolo seethed.

.HIs very soul festered with venomous spite.

.

Feeling pleased at his recovery, you were then planning to leave him, soon rejoining your group. for a moment you contemplated asking him his name, but you took a step back from that, choosing to not bother.

-What would such a sweet guy be doing with someone of your profession, of your abilities anyway?

You convinced yourself that it was simply better to leave him be, but something held you back, yet another thing you couldn’t explain.

You turned from him, so close to leaving, so close to drawing back when you heard him speak, his voice holding worry.

" The boss…" Doppio then started, slowly coming out of the daze you put him in, and in the meantime one of his hands fisted, the exposed part of his palm pressing right against his head as it felt as though it were splitting.

 " The boss…” he said again with more spine, ” he's trying to call…" he says breathily, somewhat disoriented, and it's seconds before he's making little ringing noises. 

“tururururu,” he rang, “tururururu !” the second time it escaped him being more urgent as his eyes searched for the phone that rung.

‘Not right now,’ he thinks to himself, for once wanting to deny the call. “Please...not right now!” he outwardly begged, knowing the orders he would have, feeling it in his anxious heart.

-Maybe if he pretended to not hear. Maybe if he let it ring then he wouldn’t try to reach him. 

he thought that,  that would be enough.

Maybe if he let it ring, the Boss would believe that Doppio letting you go was simply a slip up of his.

He wanted you to walk away. 

His intentions were good, a kindness to you, but a treachery to Diavolo, who became impatient and even more spiteful.

Meanwhile, you stood stunned, and it felt as though time had slowed down, your reaction agonizingly bovine.

"The...boss?” you whisper back as your eyes grow impossibly wide, and you feel a dreaded weight anchor your heart, the same heavy feeling tugging down your gut as you stop in your tracks.

Quickly turn to face him again, and during your fast spin you watch as the lovely young man  suddenly stills, the calling noises interrupted by dead silence.

His eyes then snapped back at you, and you don't see the same tenderness there.

 They aren't that darling caramel color, but, rather, a vibrant green that reminds you of Trish, but that lacks her heart.

His gaze is cold, dead, and you wonder if this was the same wretched sight he’d given Leone before he took him too. 

The idea fills you with anger, a burning  feeling that is unbearable  and your entire stand manifests behind you, but that’s all it does.

It shows itself for that split second before it slowly crumbles into what seems like a dying mist.

It feels like an instant, and as much as you’d discovered of his terrifying stand, that’s what it is.

You’re in his range, caught by surprise, and to every disadvantage you could have because he’d foreseen your plan at defense, your futile attempt to survive.

The very second you blink scarlet ribbons flow from behind your back like morbid wings that are attached to you for a moment before they decorate the cold concrete, splattered messily to display his carnage, his unforgiveness. 

The impact is so powerful you lean into the arm that so venomously reaches within you and that's connected to the hand that takes your heart hostage. 

Your body trembles, numb to everything, completely skipping over any pain you could feel.

the muscle still beats within his grip, it being just in shock as you are before it slowly loses its strength, the rhythm slowed into nothingness as it lays growing cold in his palm.

He then retracts his entire arm, and it forces you back into no support, leaving you in a bloody heap on the ground. Your back is pressed to the ground, and you can’t do anything but stare in lamentful silence.

For just a lasting moment his haunting green orbs fall down to the blooded muscle still in his possession, entranced by the gore, 

“You’re right Doppio...she does have a lovely heart,” he muses aloud, and there is  dark amusement in his tone.

‘Wretched girl,’ he thinks icily, damning you for trying to come in between, blaming you for the temptation you aroused. 

You catch on quickly, as well as too late. 

You’d saved Doppio, sweet Doppio who the entire time had held a dark secret.. 

- And the man before you, the devil that icily watched  now was the boss, the man you’d planned to stop.

‘No...’ you thought with terror, with utter regret and disdain as you realized your mistake. 

‘I killed them...I killed them all, ‘ you thought with horror that filled your eyes with hot tears as you think about the rest of your team.

In your last moment you gaze at the man again, and the face that looks at your heartbroken one is once again that of the seemingly innocent man of before.

He stares at you with a look you can not place, but it retains a linger of sorrow too, perhaps apology as he draws back and leaves your friends to find you in the state your kindness had rendered you.

' She’s the enemy,’ He thinks to himself, reminded. 

He knows he isn’t forgiven, that even as you lay there in punishment, he’s on thin ice.

  He begins to leave, but not before he looks down at you one last time, the moment lasting for what felt like an eternity to you.

“Thank you...” he manages to say, and his voice while soft, while just as sweet as before tastes too much like vinegar.

OMG Diavolo sounds like a fucking jealous girlfriend lmfao. That hadn’t been my intention, but I had to leave it in because he would go batshit over someone trying to take his trusted, bby boy from him.

[limitless-shadows]

If gofushi not canon, then why [3]

Kawaii student

It's weird to call a guy 'kawaii' since it's an adjective for a subject that you want to coddle or spoil? Instead, guys would prefer being called kakkoii (cool/stylish) rather than kawaii (cute) lol. It caught me off guard first time hearing it ._.

Funny how Satoru previously told Sukuna that he wanted to show off/look cool in front of his student kekek

That said, I definitely think that Satoru spoils Megumi.

Homewreckers?!

If the previous gofushi hints were too subtle, they decided to be blunt with Satoru outright saying that Megumi and him are in a relationship.

Let's go home, Megumi-chan

(heavy gesturing, throws hands to head, crumples into a ball and rolls away while muttering Megumi-chan)

The violin lessons were also used in the movie Leon, where Mathilda lied that she played the instrument.

Megumi and I 'have been together' since I was a student

What other tease are they going to drop on us next... why did the author/editor or whoever was in charge of it decide to use 付き合い

Jisho (JP dict) says that it means "association; socializing; socialising; fellowship" but it's also used when you are dating someone. Are they trying to imply something?

Satoru got annoyed that people didn't take homewreckers seriously so now he has to reiterate that they have been dating for 9 years. Must be hard being boxed and seeing all these homewreckers persons flirting with Megumi. Gotta take all the chances you can get, I understand.

Do whatever you want

It is a meaningful phrase because Touji is letting Gojou decide what to do with his child's fate. His choice of words before dying is also smart because Gojou can ignore Megumi too. Maybe he believed that if someone could do something about Megumi's future, it was Gojou Satoru the sorcerer who just became the strongest.

Megumi thinks that his parents abandoned him and the only adult that has stuck with him the longest is Gojou.

Leon

(I'm salty Leon wasn't referenced in the anime)

A movie about a hitman that takes in a girl whose entire family was killed. She wants to get revenge for her sibling so she starts to learn his job. Sounds familiar...

Also, the girl ends up developing feelings for him. Regardless, it's a good movie.

If Satoru watched the movie, I wonder what did he think about their relationship?

Since I was a student ≠ Since Megumi was a kid

About the phrase "Megumi and I have been together since I was a student."

There's a difference in its significance. Instead of focusing on Megumi, he is using his own perspective when he was a student making it more personal about Satoru.

when Megumi came into my life :^)

9 years growing into their roles together

From their initial interaction and what it meant for them, Satoru began learning how to be a teacher with Megumi, and Megumi began learning how to be a jujutsushi with Satoru.

It was a turning point in their lives, a journey that they started together.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5]

[yesimwriting]

Crossing lines

General Kirigan/the darkling x reader

Summary: This was requested by my friend @vvsdiamond28 who also writes and has a really good kirigan x reader story up right now! The request was basically for a fic in which the reader is out wandering at night and runs into kirigan while he’s in the banya and then they get to talking and some other stuff before he admits to only trusting the reader and giving her his real name. This gets kinda steamy bc of the request and bc the story called for it lol but it’s not full smut bc i decided that it would be better to do that as a part 2 so that i could add some jealousy tension haha

a/n i think im back?? Ive been working on requests a lot and ive really enjoyed writing regularly again. A small side note, after rewatching revenge of the sith im kinda in the mood to try writing an anakin fic 😭 pls he was my OG fictional crush,, so either send help or a request for him or something, Anyways,, back to this fic--ahh i had fun writing it but i still feel awkward writing steamier stuff so be nice!! 

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Those that wander in the night, lost in uneasy thought--there’s probably a lot that can be said about them. But I can’t think of anything to be said about me. Nothing good comes from walking around a place full of powerful and tense people in the middle of the night. It wouldn’t take much effort to interpret my actions as suspicious, and yet I continue forward. I’m an idiot--just because I can’t sleep doesn’t mean I have to wander around campgrounds. My presence is barely tolerated here, I shouldn’t try backstroking in waters I can barely tread. 

But still, I walk, eyes more fixated on the open night sky than anything else. The moon is as full as an overflowing glass, the stars twinkling as if desperate to compete with a light it will never be able to duplicate. I sigh, pressing my lips together. Maybe the stars and I have more in common than I thought. Normally, that would be a good thing. 

Letting out a weary breath, I continue forward, away from the relative safety of the main tents. I’m still on the grounds, I’m approaching the border where the tents of higher ranking officials are. That should make me more nervous, but if anything it almost eases me slightly. 

General Kirigan is not the type to be friendly, and yet our interactions have always been laced with a touch of intimacy I can’t quite explain. We’ve been alone together more and more frequently, and I think that’s how I like him best. It’s strange, but when we’re alone some of his sharpness dulls, leaving space for something I might consider humor or actual personality on anyone else. He probably speaks to many girls like that when they’re alone together--a fact I have to fight to remind myself of--but it’s the closest thing to friendship I have here. Maybe it’s foolish to hold onto that, but I can’t bring myself to release my grip on those sentiments. At least not yet, when the kind moments are still rare and fleeting and no line has been crossed. 

The danger, however, comes from the prospect of not recognizing lines before they’re crossed. Even now, as I walk aimlessly in the night, pacing in hopes of exhausting my thoughts, I’m crossing lines in a much more literal way and even these are ill defined. I must be in new territory now, and even that I can only vaguely recognize because of the strangely humid scent that surrounds this area of the grounds. 

I’m near the banya. I didn’t intend to wander here, but the thought of splashing water on my face is too tempting to pass up on. I move closer, finding a sense of peace in having some direction, even in a small way. 

When the promise of water is only steps away, I begin to regret everything. There’s a figure in the bath. I freeze, ready to attempt to shrink away in hopes of disappearing before I’m caught. This could easily turn extremely awkward even though I technically haven’t done anything. Most people don’t bathe at this hour. Who bathes this late at night? 

I keep my eyes on the individual, trying to make out who they are and how aware they are of their surroundings in the dim light. Pale skin, dark hair--unbelievably attractive torso. My eyes linger there longer than they should. I force my gaze upwards, towards their face as if that can erase my ogling. Embarrassment leaves my face burning--I’m not the ‘ogling’ type, and this person doesn’t even know I’m here. I keep my eyes on them as I step back, taking in unaware features as best I can in the dark. 

I know them--I--Saints, it’s Kirigan. 

Fantastic. Of course he has to be even more impossibly attractive while shirtless and wet. I turn my head upwards sharply, more desperate to not be caught than ever. I would never, ever recover from being caught. Whether he’d tease me or be angry with me, I don’t know. I also don’t know which option I’d prefer. 

I step back again, my gait wider due to my urgency. Snap. The sound of both a twig and my chance of a stealthy escape being shattered. I cringe, craning my neck to the left in a desperate attempt to make it clear that I wasn’t watching him. I take another desperate step, ready to duck behind a nearby tree. Maybe he hasn’t seen me--maybe he’s distracted and assumed that some kind of rabbit or something passed by. He may not actively dislike me, but I’m not sure any semblance of favor he may have for me extends to this situation.

“Y/n.” His tone reveals nothing but his level of certainty. Ignoring him will only make me seem guilty. 

I pause, keeping my gaze off of him. “Yes.” It wasn’t really a question, and yet I still answer it like one. “I was--I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d get some air, and I was walking kind of aimlessly and I ended up here and I didn’t think anyone would be here.” Why do I feel like I’m making this situation worse? “I’m sorry--I’m gonna--I’m going to go now.” This is the kind of embarrassing moment that will come back to me when I’m trying to fall asleep at night. I know it.

“You know the polite thing to do after intruding is to make eye contact.” 

I don’t think my face has ever felt this warm before. At least he doesn’t sound angry, but his voice doesn’t reveal that much. I raise my gaze carefully, turning my head slowly. “I didn’t mean,” I exhale slowly, “It wasn’t my intention to intrude.” 

He straightens slightly at my words, exposing more of his chest. I stay still, eyes trained on his to avoid an accidental lapse. “You could make it up to me by offering conversation.” Kirigan’s tone is deliberate, his words measured and calm. I don’t speak, feeling like I’m being presented a test I don’t understand, but most of our conversations leave me feeling like that. “Only if you’re comfortable.” 

And just like that, I’m backed into a corner. A challenge. To deny him now would be to expose the effect he has on me. My chin raises a fraction of an inch as I take in that assured half-smirk. “Why wouldn’t I be comfortable?” 

Kirigan arches a dark brow, assessing my response. “Then sit,” his voice has not changed, “You want air and I want company.” 

I don’t think anyone that looks as good as he does shirtless has ever had trouble finding company, especially with the smooth way he speaks. Despite this, I step forward to accept his challenge without calling him out on his coyness. Each step is the crossing of another invisible line until I’m near the water’s edge. I make sure to keep my nightgown at a respectable length as I sit down. 

I make a point of extending my legs towards the water while leaning back so that I can’t be easily accused of being a coward. “I feel the need to warn you that I might not make particularly interesting company.”

He angles his head to the side slightly, drawing attention to his jawline and neck. I force my stare to focus on the water. “I’ve never found you uninteresting.” 

There’s something resigned in the way he says this. On instinct, I look up, taking in the slight softening of his features. The release of his usual sternness only adds to his beauty, a fact that I’m already resenting. 

“You may be the only one.” It’s not meant to be a deprecating comment, but I’m not sure my partial laugh softens my bitterness. I hope it does--I’d rather his interest than the interest of my entire unit. 

Kirigan shifts forward, the water moving with him. “Do you think that any coldness you’re experiencing has to do with you?” 

The question has me drawing my eyebrows together. What else could it be? I shrug, “I’ve considered it.” 

He nods once, eyes hardening slightly. “Do you always have trouble sleeping?” 

The personalness of the question shouldn’t surprise me as much as it does. Kirigan seems to only understand boundaries when he’s the one setting them. “Not really.” A partial lie--this time I’m glad I can’t quite bring myself to look at him. “It’s not uncommon for me, but it’s not something I deal with every night.” 

I risk shifting my eyeline when I hear the sound of water moving. Kirigan’s now resting an arm on the rim of the pool, wet skin dangerously close to my ankle and lower calf. “It’s not always easy,” his voice is low now, “Being alone with your thoughts.” 

That’s not the kind of reply I’d expect from him. I blink twice before turning to study his expression. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him seem so tired--so weary and human and in need of something. The line between his eyebrows and the far off quality of his eyes leave me with the strong desire to give whatever it is he needs to him. The urge to reach out, to touch him in hopes of breaking him free from his odd trance leaves my stomach knotted. That line is too clear to cross so recklessly.

I need to chase away the serious atmosphere he’s created. “Is that why you bathe so late at night?” I let myself smile, “To avoid thoughts?” 

“I like the peace of it.” Something akin to amusement touches his words. “And for the record, little dove,” the nickname is pointed and earns him an eyeroll, “The warm water doesn’t exactly chase away thoughts so much as encourages others.” He pauses. “You understand, considering you can barely look at me.”

This is the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened. The suggestive jilt to his words has to be intentional. Damn him. I turn my head, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I can look at you just fine.” 

“And if I were a Heartrender and could hear your heartbeat your pulse would be normal?” The question is teasing, a small smile pulling at his lips. 

The warmth in my face increases, spreading down my neck. Kirigan’s expression remains smug. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.” 

“No?” He leans forward, angling his head so close to me I can faintly feel the warmth of his breath on my lower calf. “I find myself amusing.” 

At least being around him like this is getting easier. I open my mouth, ready to provide some sarcastic comment I haven’t thought out yet. My mouth clamps shut on instinct when I feel his touch on my ankle. The faint contact quickly grows, his fingers brushing up my ankle and calf, leaving drops of cool water across my skin.

“What are you doing?” That’s a--a fair question, right? I’m not sure, rational thought slipping from me more and more with each passing second. 

“Nothing, really,” his reply is quick. “Nervous?” 

There is no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. I roll my eyes, fighting against my instinctual fluster. “No,” a full lie, “You’re just getting me wet.” 

“Barely.” When he’s not busy being brooding he’s not much better than an irritating child. He retracts his hand slowly, fingers grazing my skin slowly as he submerges his hand beneath the water. The loss of contact should feel like a victory. It doesn’t. “Y/n,” he shifts closer, back straightening.

There’s an odd seriousness to his demeanor that almost leaves me reeling. “Yes?” 

He beckons me forward. I hesitate, but comply, letting myself shift closer to the water’s edge. Kirgan’s lips part, but no words leave him before he moves his arm, purposefully splashing water over my thighs and bottom of my nightgown. I let out an instinctively annoyed sound. “That is getting you wet.” 

“Kirigan!” My tone is as menacing as I can make it, but he continues to grin. There’s such a lightness to the look I almost forget to be annoyed. Almost. “I should tell the entire Second Army how much of a child you are.” 

My threat does nothing, his smile softening without fading. “They fear me too much for your stories to make a difference.” He says this flatly. “All of them except you.” 

I don’t know if I’m supposed to make something of that comment. A brief moment passes in which I think his eyes come close to softening. Maybe that’s a side effect of seeing the world as you want. Wait...what do I want? Him? No, no, I can’t. 

Okay, he’s objectively attractive and sometimes I think I may see more depth in him than he wants to be capable of. But that doesn’t mean I’m allowed to want anything with him. Even if he was trustworthy enough for me to be with him in any capacity...even casually, it could never happen. Nothing good could come from having relations with the highest ranked general and I doubt he’d ever want me like that. He likes to fluster people and I’m an easy target. I just accept it because being some level of entertainment to him is better than being nothing to everyone. 

“I don’t think there’s much point in fear.” It feels like a fair answer. The fairest answer I can manage, anyways. 

He sighs, the sound heavy. His hand stretches forward cautiously. I watch him and make no attempt to stop him from touching my lower calf. His fingers trace absentmindedly across the skin. “Of course you’d think that.” 

Again, I don’t know what to make of his words. Or his actions. He couldn’t find anything wrong with me just slightly adjusting my position. It’d be a polite way to remind us both of the natural order of things. But then again, someone like him is allowed to be mad about anything. And I’m not sure I want to remind us of our place. 

Actually, I’m completely sure that I want the opposite of that. But admitting that to myself is enough of a risk. I’ve already crossed thousands of tiny lines and what I want will require us to cross a thousand more. 

“I’m a little surprised you’re not reminding me how foolish a notion like that can be.” 

He lets out a tiny breath as he shifts even closer to me. “Maybe I’m enjoying your foolishness.” 

“I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or the opposite.” 

The slightest hint of a smile is visible to me beneath the moon’s glow. There’s something about darkness that adds beauty to things. I wait for him to reply, but instead of speaking his  hand moves further up my leg. I struggle to hide my reaction to his long fingers trailing up my skin.

He’s touched me before, sure. Tiny moments in which he’d push a strand of hair out of my face or wipe at a bit of dirt on my cheekbone. More recently, he had gripped my hip firmly to guide me through a crowd of soldiers. He had been in a hurry, stealing me from a conversation with the only member of my unit that’s been somewhat friendly to me. It wasn’t serious--he had just been rushing me because he only had a minute between meetings and apparently he had too long of a day to not take a moment to speak with me. 

“Are you alright, Dovey?” Normally, the nickname and all of its variations earns him an eyeroll. But everything is a lot less humorous with his hand half up my lower leg, leaving a trail of cool water wherever he touches. 

His fingers press more firmly into my skin. “Yes, I’m fine--it’s just late.” 

“Hm…” Kirigan breathes before tilting his head slightly. “You’re warm.” I stay silent as his hand shifts slightly. “Perhaps too warm.” 

If I’m hot that has absolutely nothing to do with fever. “I’m fine, General, I promise.” 

“Come closer,” he says, “It’ll take me no time to check.” 

...A little too convenient. My nightgown is still embarrassingly damp from the last time I eased tonight. “Please tell me you don’t find me that naive.” 

“Naive? No.” He lifts his hand slightly. “Warm? Yes.” I still don’t trust him. “I’m not going to do anything. I promise.” 

His eyes are dark and the limited lighting of the moon doesn’t offer me much in my analysis, but what I can see makes him seem genuine. “Why do I feel like that’s not the first time you’ve had to say that?” Despite my comment, I move towards him. 

The back of Kirigan’s palm is pressed to my forehead for less than a second. He brushes his hand down the side of my temple, rotating his wrist so that his fingertips can touch my cheek. His hand then continues to move down my jawline and then my neck...and then finally trails down my collarbone. I bite my tongue to avoid exhaling audibly at the contact. 

“Warm,” he concludes with a tsk, and yet he doesn’t withdraw his hand. “Though that could just have to do with the climate.” His thumb slips beneath the sleeve of my nightgown. “Perhaps you could benefit from joining me.” 

I bite my tongue to avoid letting out a surprised, embarrassingly enthusiastic squeak. I don’t know what’s gotten into him...maybe it’s the night air and the prospect of being fully alone. I should be strong enough to break whatever spell he’s starting to place on me. But I’m not. I’m really, really not. 

He pulls on the sleeve of my nightgown slightly. “I’m…” 

“Unless you’re nervous?” Another damn challenge. To shy away from this would be to expose myself. He tugs on the sleeve a little more assuredly, exposing my shoulder to the humid night. “Do I make you nervous?” 

His voice comes out a shallow rasp. I feel it straight in my core. “...Not more than you should.” 

“More than I should?” 

Ugh--too honest. I let myself get distracted. It shouldn’t be too difficult to explain what I meant. He knows he’s feared. He wants to be feared. “I’m sure we’re both aware that there are a fair amount of cautionary tales revolving around you.” 

His hand falls next to my lap. Oh? I didn’t expect to miss the contact between us so much. His expression seems to have fallen slightly as well. Was it my response to his question? It felt fair and straightforward without being too blunt. “And you believe every cautionary tale you hear?” 

There’s something stiff about the way he asks the question. His moodiness is making me miss his touchiness even more. At least then I didn’t have to feel like I made a mistake. Did I say something wrong? “Should I?”

“It depends on whether or not you plan on being brave.” 

“I told you...I don’t see much point in fear.” 

“And yet you’re still there.” A bit of humor returns to his voice. “Why is that?” 

Rolling my eyes, I shift forward, letting my legs dip into the water. This is as far as I should let this go. I’ve already lost too much more control. “Better?” He’s strangely tense again, a hint of something bitter playing at the smug look he tries for. “You alright?”

“Of course you’d ask me that.” He says this with a tired sigh. “You can never make things easy.” 

“I don’t understand.” 

He shifts backwards slightly. I can feel the distance between us like I’d feel a pebble in my shoe. “Do you believe all the stories about me?” 

Is he still bothered by that? “I didn’t mean it as literally as you’re taking it. All I meant is that people are intimidated by you, but that’s not a bad thing. It’s the way things have to be, you’re the only Shadow Summoner in existence and the army needs you to be intimidating so that they can act on your guidance.”

“The way things have to be,” he echoes, his voice strangely weighted. “There’s a specific kind of loneliness that comes with being feared by everyone.” 

Oh--I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him feel defeated like that. I reach for his hand without thinking, pulling his fingers towards my lap. “I don’t--I’m not scared of you.” It’s a weak attempt to comfort him, but it’s the only one I can think of. “That probably doesn’t mean anything, but I--” 

His hand turns in my lap, squeezing the exposed part of my thigh. “It means something.” Kirigan’s voice has hardened in a different way. “You’re the only person I’m certain of.” 

Everything in me seems to tighten at that. At the implication of something so personal from someone so closed off. “Kirigan, you don’t have to be as alone as you feel. You talk to me all the time and you do so in a way that makes it easy to forget the cautionary tales.” His hand moves further up my thigh. I fight as I try to remember our usual dynamic. “You’re the only one that talks to me like that.” 

“Have you ever considered that maybe the others refuse to take to you because of the favor I’ve shown you? The instinct to stay away from me is strong enough to extend to those around me.” Kirigan’s hand moves higher up my thigh. “To be near me is to involve solitude.” 

“I don’t care.” The answer leaves me too quickly. “Being near you is worth it.” 

He leans closer before resting his chin on my knee with no hesitation. “Careful, you don’t understand the line you tread.” Kirigan places his hand more firmly between my thighs. “Or perhaps you do...perhaps you know what you want to cross.” 

This time I can’t help the airy sigh that leaves me. Kirigan pushes against my thigh slightly, separating my legs. I feel his breath on my inner thigh before I know what’s going on. I can’t move, I can’t think, I can’t even breathe. That inability to do anything but feel my heart pound against my chest only worsens as I feel his lips press into the inside of my thigh. His lips trail up my skin before his teeth gently sink into the top of my thigh. 

“Is the line you want to cross?” He breathes the question so softly I feel like I’m being coddled. Everything in me feels too hot to think of any kind of coherent response. Kirigan uses his free hand to pull the fabric of my nightgown as high up my thighs as he can from his position below me. “Or maybe this is the line you want to cross?” Kirigan pulls me forward so suddenly I let out a tiny gasp. I’m not fully on the edge of the banya. “Or perhaps this one?” He kisses the skin of my inner thigh gently. Each time I exhale too loudly, his teeth graze my skin. He gets harsher with each passing second. “Lay down.” 

My body listens to him on instinct. How is this happening? How am I this powerless to fight against something that’s so clearly wrong? The sound of water shifting causes my entire body to tense. He’s pulled himself out of the water. Kirigan moves above me instantly, water dripping from his toned chest and dark hair and onto my still damp nightgown. 

Before I can speak, he’s on me completely, his lips pressing against my jaw. He kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing against my skin sporadically. He pulls away from me by tracing his tongue across my collar bone. I let out something dangerously close to a moan. “Such pretty, little sounds.” 

“Kirigan--” 

“The only name I want you to hear from your lips is the only name that I’ve not given myself. The only name that holds meaning to me.” 

His lips graze where my skin meets the hem of my now soaked through nightgown. I’m not sure the poor lighting is offering me enough coverage now. There’s no way the thin fabric leaves much to the imagination while being this wet. He kisses up my chest and neck until his lips reach the shell of my ear. 

“Aleksander.” The name is grace in the form of a breath so soft it’s more like I’m feeling the name than actually hearing it. 

He presses his lips against the spot on my neck directly beneath my ear. I exhale into the contact. “Aleksander.” As I test his true name on my tongue, his teeth dig into my skin much more harshly than before. 

I let out a partial squeak at the sudden shift in pace as his hands grip my waist. “Say it again. Say my name again.”

He traces his tongue gingerly over the skin he just aggravated with his teeth before I can speak. The soothing sensation is so much I can barely find my voice. “Aleksander.” 

His hand bunches the bottom of my nightgown, raising the fabric to my hips. “...Say it just like that.” Kirgan’s rough hand slips between the bone of my hip and the fabric of my hip. “Like I’m the only one that knows you like this.”

“Aleksander.” I breathe as he traces invisible patterns into my skin with his lips. “Aleksander.” Each use of his name earns me extra attention--a stronger hold on my hip, a more adamant nip at the base of my neck. I feel my need for him so heavily I swear it’s leaked into my bones. “Aleksander.”

When he pulls away, I fight the urge to whine. The night is still humid, but with the absence of his touch I feel like I’m shivering. He regards me silently for a long moment before shifting his weight again. I feel my heart stall in my chest as his hand softly brushes a strand of hair out of my face. He lets his hand linger there, at the apple of my cheek. The entire world seems to stall as he leans down, his hand cupping the side of my face as his mouth inches closer to mine. 

“I can feel the fluttering of your heart.” 

Any poor defense dies in my throat as his lips meet mine. He gives me no time to think about what’s happening as he presses into me even harder. Kirigan holds my face as his teeth graze against my bottom lip. My mouth opens slightly in surprise, giving him the opportunity he needs to slip his tongue into my mouth. His tongue slowly brushes against mine, coaxing me into total, delirious, compliance. When he starts to pull away, I react, my hands flying forward to grab his hair. He lets me get away with tugging him towards me, prolonging the kiss as he bites my bottom lip. 

One of his hands leaves my face and travels up the hands holding onto his hair. He pulls me off of him easily, pinning both of my wrists above my head with one hand. “Easy,” Kirigan warns, “You’ve been such a good girl, let’s not ruin it before we’ve started.” 

A tiny sigh leaves me. I can feel the pride he takes in that as his hand trails further down my body. His fingers ghost along the hem of my underwear teasingly. 

“Is someone there?” I’ve never damned the voice of a stranger more. 

Panic and dread roll in my stomach. I’m going to get caught like this, with my nightgown bunched at my hips beneath the General Kirigan. An unclothed, wet, General Kirigan. “I’m bathing.” 

Okay...good...Aleksander spoke. Anyone with common sense would run at the thought of invading on Kirgan’s privacy. It’s a good thing that the soldier had the sense to linger behind a thicket of bushes. “Pardon General, but there’s been a crucial development. A new strategy should be thought of as soon as possible.” 

No. No. The thought of losing contact so entirely, of having a moment that should have never happened be ripped from me before it’s even really happened is overwhelming. I feel my lips pull into a pout. Kirigan’s hand adjusts on me, his thumb pressing teasingly over where I’m neediest. I bite my tongue to avoid making an inappropriate noise. 

“Five minutes--I’ll be in the strategy tent in five minutes.” 

“I’ll tell the others, General.”

Great. I hear the stranger disappear, his feet crushing twigs and grass as he leaves us. Aleksander’s attention returns to me quickly. Disappointment swells in my chest as I take in the solemn look that crosses his features. His hand moves to my chin quickly before pulling me into another deep kiss. It’s too short lived. 

“I have to go.” 

Frowning, I lift my hand to trace my fingers up his arm. It’s softer than I should allow myself to be, but it doesn’t really matter anymore. Not when this is probably never going to happen again. “Do you?” I mumble to myself, half joking.

He sighs once, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “No pouting.” 

Now that whatever little bubble we were in has popped, I’m capable of normal feelings. Including shame. “I am n--” 

“Easy, little dove, I’ll remember all of this when I find you again.” 

This...this is going to happen again? “You’re going to find me?” 

“I haven’t yet heard your voice crack on my name as I undo you.” He punctuates the promise with a kiss to my jaw. “Again.” Another kiss. “And again.” Another brush of his lips as he finally pulls away. “And again.” 

My breath catches itself in my throat as he moves off of me entirely. Damn whatever change in the war that’s pulled him away from me so suddenly. I sit up as he stands. I’m not sure where to look now that he’s not in close enough proximity to cloud my thoughts. I should leave as he dresses, but I can’t quite bring myself to. It doesn’t feel safe, not when the man that interrupted us could reappear at any moment. Not when I want to hold onto his presence like this as long as possible. 

 He squeezes my shoulder warmly as he passes before bending down to press one more kiss next to where his hand is. 

“Soon,” he promises again. 

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[writing-in-april]

Dressed in Crimson

Spencer Reid x Female Reader (Royalty AU)

Summary: Spencer is a stable boy with a passion for learning and Reader is the princess of the palace that he serves in. They’ve been in a secret relationship, the two grow restless about not being able to be out in the open.

A/N: Guys I’m so excited for this one I really really loved writing it- it’s my fourth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April and it’s also written for @omgbigfluffwriting !!! I kinda immersed myself into this quite a bit- and it’s my longest oneshot I’ve ever written 🤭The specific historical period theyre in is not specified and the world that they’re in is entirely fictional and not based on any specific point in history- if you’ve ever watched Merlin that’s kinda the vibe I was thinking of just without the magic lol (please still ignore that the gif does not have an accurate clothing choice from Spencer I just wanted a good shot of his hair that I thought of while writing this) i feel like it’s becoming so obvious how much I love historical fiction lol 😂 I’d like to hear from you guys also so if you want to drop me an ask here! It can be about anything 🥰 hope y’all enjoy!!!

Warnings: 18+, Reader has a horrible Father, subtle hints about sexism, Classism, Period typical clothing, Reader and Spencer fight for a little bit, Smut, Dom Spencer, Fingering, Handjob, Unprotected Sex, Day dreaming about fucking in public, Spencer’s possessive as hell, Ignoring the potential consequences of a creampie

Main Masterlist Word count: 4.7k

My day started out like any other with my corset made of whalebone being cinched tightly around my figure with my chemise underneath of course. Every time the ends of the laces were pulled taught on my body I thought of the days where I could get away with not having this wretched piece of clothing cutting off my breath. Those days had been so long ago, when I was just a small child, almost so long ago that I had to strain my memory to recall it. It wasn’t even until I was done clutching my mother’s skirts before I started to be forced into the confines of the worst invention in history. I would have rather muck in the mud in pants like the men, unless there was a reason for me to actually want to wear a dress.

Today, I had chosen a crimson colored gown, one of my only favorites. The front of the bodice was adorned with embroidery, one embroidered with a glistening gold thread. The sleeves were long and ever so slightly off my shoulders, ending just at my wrist. It had been perfectly handcrafted just for me, a seamstress being hired to slave away at each detail with precision. If it had been up to my father the seamstress would have been paid little to nothing for this masterpiece, but you had your own coins stashed away from your allowance to give extra to anyone that gave you goods and services.

The dress was my favorite almost solely because of someone else’s appreciation for the lush fabric, no one needed to know about that though. I did like to look nice on certain occasions, but only special ones. There was no special occasion scheduled for me to have a reason for wearing it, well none that the greater majority of the court would know about.

Only my maid Emily knew what my excursion would be today, why I dressed up so nicely. There was no feasible way for me to hide my dalliances from her, especially the one I was about to go to as it required some higher levels of stealth to be able to evade my father’s guards.

His name was Spencer, one of my father’s stable boys. I loved him more than anything, definitely more than any potential match that was arranged for me.

I gifted him whatever I could without raising suspicion, though I often hid my purchases if someone asked by excusing them as more frivolous in nature, such as a new dress. Spencer had no real need for pretty things as he’d said before, except from myself- those were his past words not mine. And, he did express to me how much he loved the dress I was wearing right now, which was tied to how we had first met.

When I first met him I had been looking for a fabric in the market stalls. I hadn’t really wanted to, I was content with all the dresses that I owned right now, they had no ornament on them, just how I preferred. However, my father demanded I get something fancier for some sort of frivolous ball that was coming up that undoubtedly had no reason to take place besides bleeding everyone else dry.

I brushed hands with him for the first time as I was looking for the material I wanted, something just fancy enough to appease my father. The stall filled with fabrics bordered one that had stacks of books, I would have much preferred to be looking at that one. My hand had gotten close to the edge while I was inspecting a fabric and it had bumped into a man who was looking at one of the books.

When I had looked up to see who had brushed my hand I was met with frantic eyes filled with apology. His stuttered apology had covered my attempt to assure him that it was fine, it had taken me grabbing both of his hands to steady him for him to listen to my reassurance.

When he had introduced himself to me after I asked it flowed into a long conversation. I could have talked to him forever, I would be content to never talk to anyone else. For a stable boy he was exceptionally smart, which I learned was from his mother who had made sure he was educated even in poverty, specifically through having him read anything she could get her hands on. From then on our blossoming friendship had flourished, and had eventually developed into more.

I slung a shawl over my shoulders made out of a fabric of similar color to my gown and also grabbed a purse filled with coins with a smile due to my reminiscing . It wasn’t cold enough for one of my velvet cloaks just yet and most of the walk down to where Spencer was housed was indoors.

The walk from my rooms in the main part of the castle to the stables on the lower floor towards the East end was longer than I would have wanted. Truthfully, I wished I would not have to live in a castle at all, I’d rather live in the small house that Spencer lived. It was just past the castle grounds at the edge of the surrounding village adjacent to the stables so he did not have to walk far for work in the mornings.

My feet tiptoed down the corridors carefully, I was lucky that I had figured out to be somewhat light on my feet otherwise I’d be caught swiftly for sure. I passed by the rooms of most of the lords and ladies staying at court, I always wondered why some chose to stay here, it was positively suffocating here. The door I used to go outside was through the kitchen, that had a myriad of breakable things strewn about that I had to stealthily avoid. Luckily, I knocked nothing over that would have woken up the cooks who slept just a room over. Turning the handle of the door had to be a slow process so no one would hear the creak of the knob while it was turned, but I did successfully make it out with no disturbance.

Beginning the stretch of my journey that was outdoors was perhaps the most risky. Guards were stationed around the perimeter of the castle in greater numbers compared to the ones indoors which were only stationed by important rooms. I weaved my way through, in some aspects it was even more confusing than the inside of the castle. Hiding behind each of the pillars was the most effective way to avoid them, the construction of them making a series of small blind spots. I had just snuck behind one of the last ones when one of the guards nearest to me moved forward a little. I stopped breathing immediately, holding it tight in my chest while I plastered myself as close as I could to the back of the pillar. My nails dug into the stone of the pillar in fear, if I was ever to be found sneaking out at night or worse in the presence of Spencer, I would either never leave my rooms again or be whisked away into marriage even earlier than planned.

When the guard did not move to investigate further I let go of the breath I was holding, still making sure to let go of it slowly so he could not hear me. Moving swiftly forward after I had taken a breath was a bit of a challenge, my knees had gone weak with fear. I pushed myself to take each step even with the weakness in my knees, there was no way I could linger any longer.

Finally I was no longer walking on stone, I was walking on the muddy earth now. It was nice to feel the ground under my feet instead of the harsh stone, it told me that I was now only a handful of strides away from Spencer’s home.

The leaves littering the ground mixing with mud crunched under my feet even as I tip toed carefully. The guards may be in the distance now, but I didn’t feel keen on testing how good their hearing may potentially be.

Passing the stables was the last marker for my journey, then I would be able to see his home too. As I passed the sleeping horses by anticipation began to replace the fear inside me. It had been a while since I had been able to come see him, making me yearn for his touch even more.

His home came into view, even in the dead of night I could make it out if I squinted my eyes hard. My pace picked up exponentially when I landed my eyes on his humble abode. It was a quaint home, fallen into disrepair as he could not afford to fix it on the meager salary that my father paid him. The purse of gold that I had brought with me was exactly for that, the repairs. He would most likely protest the gift just like any other thing I had tried to gift him. From my experience the most effective way to get him to accept anything was to leave it there with no conversation about it. I think it made him feel less guilty even though in my opinion he was owed the money in the first place, no one should have to live in squalor when they did their job every day without question or complaint.

When I finally was at the entrance of his home I entered through the door swiftly, too impatient to wait or knock. Stress melted from my shoulders when I caught sight of him, hunched over one of the books I had given him, candles strewn around to give him enough light to read.

The candles he had lit to be able to read in the night illuminated us both with a glow. He would always compliment me whenever we found ourselves in similar lighting such as this, but in my opinion there was no rivalry. Each time the candle flickered it brightened up every highlight of him, letting me see his wild curls, brown eyes deeper than any others I had ever seen, and a body that I had no doubt was crafted to perfection illuminated in a beautiful glow.

I went to compliment him just as he always did with me, but I became mesmerized when he stood up, then moving his way closer to me.

“It is nice to see you, it feels like it’s been an eternity.” It may seem dramatic for him to say that it felt that long, but I echoed his sentiment willingly.

“It is nice to see you too, Spencer. I agree it’s been far too long.” I was sure it had been at least a full moon cycle since we had the pleasure of being alone with one another, our duties to my father keeping us separated.

It had been painful whenever I would go out for a ride on my horse, to see him hand me the reins of my mare and be unable to reach out to touch him. There had been one day, about a week ago, that I had let my hand brush against his own for a moment while he handed the reins to me. It was an innocent brush of a touch, that also had a barrier in the form of my leather gloves. To anyone else it had meant nothing, but to me and him, it meant everything.

His eyes were blown wide with desire, as I suspected mine were as well. We let ourselves take in the sight of each other for a minute longer before Spencer broke the silence with a request,

“Drop your shawl, so I may see you better.” A stable hand commanding someone of such a stature such as I would’ve seen him whipped if it was any other person before him. His boldness was not unexpected, it had taken a while for him to grow so comfortable with my company. In truth, he had been quite scared when I had first met him. It was perfectly understandable considering his employer was my father, who was not known for his kindness. And, even then after his fear had faded he still had a shy exterior for a while, it only had been lifted when we began to become extremely comfortable around each other. We were each other's only form of solace in this world, we could only escape our reality when we were together.

Instead of having malice in my voice like other nobles would I simply pulled the shawl more taught around my shoulders and teased, “Why should I?”

The expression on his face was one of the ones I loved seeing on his face the most, a sly smirk. He came closer to me, with careful steps as if he was waiting for the right moment to pounce. We were so close together when he stopped moving, but still not touching. He was playing a game with me, not touching until I obliged him. As he leaned in to speak into the shell of my ear he was careful with the way he tilted his body forward so I could only feel his breath on the small portion of my skin, “Because you like it when I look at you.”

My arms fell to my sides releasing my shawl to fall from my shoulders onto the floor at his words, as they rang true. I did want him to look at me and also, of course touch me.

“You wore your favorite dress.” He observed, still not quite touching. I didn't need to answer the statement he made with the thought in my mind ‘I wore it for you’ because I knew he had already figured that out. His observational skills were keenly honed in by his constant reading whenever he had the chance, often reading books that I had gifted to him. He even sometimes read well into the night, straining his eyes in the darkness when the candle was almost merely a wick. I had found that out the first- and sadly, only time I had the opportunity to stay overnight. Since then I had pushed him to get more rest as I knew how hard he was worked to the bone during the day, courtesy of my father.

His eyes were staring at my dress, pupils blown wide, his mind seemingly off in another world maybe thinking about all the things he wanted to do to me.

“Please, touch me.” I didn’t need to speak loud, only a soft whisper for him to hear me because of how close he already was to me. So close, yet so far.

He raised his large hands, calloused from working so hard day in and day out. My own hands were soft from the expensive creams I had been pampered with since I was just a small child. I liked his hands better, they showed the hard work he used everyday to cultivate his beautiful mind and body.

I subtly licked my lips in anticipation of his touch, wanting to feel every inch of his hand roaming my body, from the tips of his fingers to where his palm met his wrist.

His fingers then started to trace over the top of my corset, just a hair away from touching the swell of my breasts. My chest was rising and falling with each breath, each inhale pushing it slightly closer to his fingers. With each fall of my chest I felt the need to quickly let go of my breath, so I could once again inhale and be brought closer to his touch.

“Please touch me.” I repeated, breathless from forcing myself to breathe into his touch.

“I am touching you.” His fingers still did not move to touch my skin, only the crimson accented in gold. It was his turn to tease me now, I was at his mercy, ready and waiting for it.

I could beg again, though quite obviously I could not convince him with it. As he was running his fingers over the cloth for what felt like the millionth time, still not touching me, I teased him back instead of begging, “No you are touching my dress.”

A mere ghost of a touch from his fingers then floated across my skin. What should have calmed my heaving chest from my gasping breaths only served to make my breathing even heavier. The slight touch was still not enough, only making my desire for his hands to roam every inch of my body even more severe.

“Perhaps I should take your corset off, to help you breathe better.” He said, as if he read my exact thoughts.

“I like your thinking.”

I was then spun around so my back was pressed into his chest. It soothes my desire for his touch some, but we both had barriers of cloth preventing me from fully feeling him. I could feel some of the warmth that was hidden underneath his shirt, which was made up of a much billowing white linen that compared to his trousers.

If my skirts were not so large I wondered if I were to push back if my behind would come in contact with his cock and whether or not his desire would be as prominent as the slickness dampening the bottom layer I was wearing. I’d have to find a way to find a pair of trousers then, sometime soon, so I could try to grind into him at a later date. There was no doubt that we’d surely find ourselves in a similar position again.

As his hands started to undo the laces of my corset with care, despite both of our desperation, a thought slipped out from his lips that I’m sure he intended to keep to himself, “I wish I could call you mine in public.”

“My father would kill you!” The taste of my voice would have been bitter in anyone’s mouth, quickly spat out in the same way I said those words. Perhaps my quick anger to his innocent thought would be insane to some, most would probably consider it a sweet thought. However, he knew from previous conversations that when those sweet thoughts were expressed that all I could feel was a heavy sadness sitting inside me, instead of desire.

Tears clouded my vision, so much so that I did not see Spencer’s arms come around me to envelop me in an embrace. I flinched a bit at first, but then melted when I realized it was him. We held each other for a while as I sobbed softly into his billowy white shirt.

He stroked my shoulder with his large hands that I loved, but the corset he had not taken off fully yet was blocking me from feeling his touch the way I wanted.

“Take it off please.” I begged softly, I wanted to feel his skin on mine, and not just his lips or his hands. I wanted to feel every inch of him.

The laces of my corset were already half undone because of his previous attempt at getting it off of me. He finished the job, pulling the corset off of my body, tossing it down to the floor. He may have loved the dress, but he was showing me through his actions that he loved what was underneath more.

Turning me around was his next step, so he could properly kiss me. The pressure was soft at first, as if he was testing the waters to see how I would feel. Feeling his soft lips on my own just made me want to pull him in further, and I did so. My fingers tangled into his curls as the kiss devolved into pure passion, we were both throwing ourselves fully into it, trying to express our feelings nonverbally.

His own hands moved to cup my breasts as he backed me into the cot he slept on every night. I did not let him push me down on the bed so he was on top of me like normal, this time I wanted to be on top for a while. When I straddled his hips the first thing I felt was his cock straining in his pants. I unbuckled them so I could wrap my hands around his cock, I wanted to feel his thick and heavy length in my hands. Precum was already dripping down his hard cock as I pumped his length with my hands. My own arousal was dampening the underneath of the skirt I still had on. Spencer confirmed it himself when he snuck his fingers underneath the fabric to play with my pleasure spots. We both groaned as his fingers entered inside me while he rubbed circles into my swollen pearl.

My skirt was bunched up in his hands, pulling up all the way to the tops of my thighs. He soon got fed up with the skirt being in the way though and maneuvered me to shuck it off of me as fast as possible. Being bare before him did not make me wither in self consciousness, it made me lean into his touch even more.

He leaned up to kiss me again while I grabbed his length and restraddled him. I was definitely wet enough to have him enter me, my separation from him making me desperate, it had been so long since we had the chance to be together like this.

I then sunk down on his length slowly, it was for me to adjust to his size and to relish in the feeling of him sliding inside me. I stilled on top of him as the back of my thighs hit the top of his, he filled me with perfection. Spencer only let me be still for a little while before his hands gripped my hips and started to guide me to roll my hips. The pace I set- well Spencer was the one who set it, was slow and deep, I was languidly rolling my hips while he thrusted up into me at a similar pace.

My face twisted in pleasure as his thrusts became more powerful, still at the same pace but with more force behind them.

“Fuck- I want everyone to know that you’re mine!” It was the exact same thing he had spoken to me earlier that had sparked anger and melancholy inside me. This time it caused a spark of pleasure instead, making me think about him fucking me in front of everyone claiming me as his.

“My father would kill you.” This time when I said it it was gasped into his mouth with little to all anger disappeared from it.

My words made Spencer growl which was swallowed by a possessive kiss. He then flipped me over roughly, my back now pressed into the cot. A high pitched squeak had escaped my lips unintentionally in surprise, it was quickly changed into a moan when he entered me again. This time the pace did not start off slow as I did not need to adjust to him inside of me.

“I don’t care.” His speech was agitated as he pounded into me, holding my legs open with both hands spreading me out for him to see everything, “No matter what anyone says or does, you’re mine.”

Pleasure sparked through me at his possessive words, I grabbed desperately at the cotton sheets trying to hold onto something as my finish was fast approaching. When the cotton sheets were not enough of a stabilizer for me I lifted my hands up to wrap around the back of his neck and pull him close.

“Come on I know you’re close, I’m close too baby.” My nails dug into his neck and back during the latter half of his sentence causing him to slightly wince. I knew he enjoyed it though because of the question that he groaned out next, “Can I cum inside you?”

Biting my lip hard was painful as I nodded my head in response to his question that had me falling over the edge. The consequences of him finishing inside me danced in the back of my head, I chose to ignore them as he did. I did not care as he filled me and I rode out my release, even if I was to somehow get pregnant because of our recklessness it did not matter. I’d gladly have his child, even if it meant I’d have to go on the run.

Instead of falling on top of me directly after finishing like I’ve heard most men do with their wives he gently removed himself from my entrance and laid down beside me on the cot. Bliss was mingling in the air between us, both unburdened by any of our problems that would become a reality as soon as I left for the night. For now we would just hold onto the bliss until it was cruelly snatched away from reality.

Spencer had a solution as always to our problems, and seemed to be thinking about the same thing I was with his next suggestion,

“Run away with me.” We were both covered in sweat that had cropped up from our activities, a contrast to the chilly air outside and in the castle. It was nice to feel warm every time I was in his arms, It was hard to resist being greedy and deciding to stay in his arms forever. It had crossed my mind more than once, but there was always something stopping me from going through with it fully. I opened my mouth to point out all the reasons why that would not be possible when he added, “And, before you say no I want to ask- what’s stopping you?”

His reasoning was sound, as it often was. My mouth opened and closed, struggling to find a reasoning before I accepted that he was right. The only potential downfall was my father’s forces searching everywhere to find me, but it would be worth it. We could also easily cross the border into nearby lands ruled by someone else that was not in alliance with him. I already felt lighter thinking about being free from the confines of the castle- and hopefully my corset. Though I would have to keep the crimson dress I wore today, even if I only wore it around him, It was his favorite and it symbolized the day that we met. He glanced over at me just as I did the same, looking right into his eyes as I spoke,“Alright.”

The light that sparked in his eyes made my heart soar, I could feel just from his gaze how ecstatic he was to spend his life with me. I didn’t need any words to know how much he loved me.

We basked for a moment in the presence of our love, Spencer broke the silence again when he started planning,“You need to go pack!”

I moved myself to sit up even though my limbs protested, wanting to sleep after our post coital bliss. A soft smile was exchanged between the two of us, “I’ll pack light, only the stuff I need.”

The purse of gold I had brought for him would no longer be used to fund his repairs, but to fund our life together. I climbed on top of him again leaning forward to capture him in a kiss that was much more chaste than the ones earlier in the night.

“I. love. you.” He whispered in between kisses making my eyes wet with tears. They weren’t born out of sadness, but of happiness that I had someone to love me as much as Spencer did.

“I love you too, I will see you soon.” I pulled myself away from his lips even though I did not want to, I then got up to leave reluctantly. Though it was easier than previous departures as I knew that it would be the last one that I would have to complete. My whole being was lighter and happier than I had ever felt before as I snuck back with a spring in my step. The only hint of what I was about to do, where I was about to go, was the mud stained at the hemline of my crimson dress.

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Temporary Home: Chapter 6

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!) Guest starring Nick Fury and Maria Hill

Summary: Peter works on cracking your shell and Rocket just still doesn't like you. Oh, and Fury pays a surprise visit and you accidentally poison Yondu- Oops!

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Author’s Note: I think I knew from the moment I read this post I knew I needed to include something like it in this fic, especially knowing one of my readers had also suggested somewhere that they thought it'd be cool to see how the Guardians reacted to Terran food lol

Word Count: 5,617

You came back inside through the back door more than half an hour later, having decided to run a quick coat of stain over the bed frame pieces. The sooner you applied the stain, the sooner it would dry, the sooner you could apply the varnish. Not that you were in a hurry or anything... You just got excited over having a project, that's all. You totally weren't stalling on going back in the house, or anything.

Peter was sitting in the kitchen with Gamora. The others had seemingly all dispersed by now.

Peter looked slightly disappointed. "Saved you some cookies."

You were slightly taken back in surprise. "Oh, you didn't need to."

"You bought them, I wasn't just not going to save you a couple." Peter said with an odd look. "Anyway, thought you said you were coming back?"

You grimaced slightly and accepted a biscuit from the package in Peter's outstretched hand. "I did come back... I just got caught up with something."

Peter eyed you for a moment, as if he were considering something. He tilted his head, a slight smirk forming. "Are you shy or something?"

You blinked at him. "What? No-"

"Kinda seems like you are. I mean, before you avoided us because you were all cranky and hated us, but you don't seem nearly as cranky today. Heck you even seemed to almost like us today. So the only reason I can see for you to still be avoiding us is that you're shy."

Gamora raised an eyebrow at him, but after a moment's thought, almost seemed to agree with him and turned her expression to you. She didn't think he really believed you were shy. Rather, she figured he was accusing you of being shy to make you come clean about the real problem. He did similar stuff like this all the time to trick Rocket into talking when something was bothering him. She often wondered where he learned it from, until she witnessed Yondu doing the same to Peter one day after he and Kraglin joined their group.

You shook your head at them. "No. That's absurd."

Peter nudged Gamora in the arm. "That's cute. I think she's shy."

"I'm not shy. That's dumb. My line of work doesn't exactly mix with shy." You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest in annoyance.

"Methinks you protest too much," Peter teased in a sing-song voice.

You narrowed your eyes at him before turning to Gamora. "Is he always like this?"

Gamora half smiled. "Yes... but he might stop if you told us why you keep avoiding everyone."

You sigh. "Look, it's just going to take some time. I'm not trying to avoid anyone, well, not anymore. Just... being around and interacting with a bunch of people is just... not something I'm used to."

"So you are shy." Peter said, his grin almost smug, but mostly teasing.

You sigh in Gamora's direction and she grins sympathetically. "I'm sorry about him."

Before you could respond again you heard a knock at the door.

You looked towards the sound in confusion at who it might be, because you never got visitors. However, you quickly switched to alarm when you realized you had a house full of aliens and no idea who was at the front door. You look out the kitchen window, but you couldn't see a vehicle.

They knocked again.

You turned back to Peter and Gamora. Preferably you'd want to tell them to get everyone to the cellar, but you were concerned on time and knew the curtain was open on the front door window and didn't want to risk whoever it was seeing a bunch of figures fleeing to behind the staircase to the cellar door. You directed Peter to go upstairs and make sure whoever was up there stayed and remained quiet, while you directed Gamora to head into the sitting room, close the door, and do the same while you checked the front door.

Another knock.

You looked at the window of the front door. It was the type of glass where it distorted finer features of subjects, but even with that obstacle, whoever was there seemed to be purposefully standing to the side so they couldn't be seen.

Once Peter and Gamora were out of sight you kept a hand on the knob and tentatively asked, "Who is it?" You eyed the small table by the door where you kept one of your issued guns well hidden. Just in case.

"Fury and Agent Hill. May we come in?" His tone was slightly sarcastic on the second line.

Dammit Fury. You rip the door open. "You ever heard of calling first?"

"No." Fury said flatly, then more sarcastically, "Nice to see you too." He looked around as he entered, seemingly expecting the house to be teeming with more life than it currently seemed. "Where are your charges?"

"I wasn't expecting company. I hid them," you say almost irritably, walking to open the sitting room door, telling those inside that it was alright, it was just Fury. You walk over to the stairs and look up to see Peter peering over the railing and nod to him in a gesture that meant that he and anyone else up there should come downstairs.

When you turn back to Fury he was smiling.

You pinch the bridge of your nose. Of course it was a test, and you complain as much. "Everything's a test with you, isn't it?"

"Not everything," he said. "You should have been expecting us for a weekly check-in."

"You neglected to mention that," you said, slightly embarrassed because you honestly should have expected check-ins even without being told.

"Oh. Must have slipped my mind." Fury said with a wry smile. He knew full well he didn't mention it.

You roll your eyes. "Nothing slips your mind," you confronted, turning now to Maria. She only offered a smile back that clearly said, 'Perhaps if you hadn't been so cranky last time...'

Peter came down the stairs with Mantis, Rocket, and Groot and everyone filed into the sitting room. You caught sight of Kraglin and Rocket again and still had to cover you mouth to fight from laughing before you turned away and tried to keep your face serious. This, of course was much to Kraglin's chagrin and Rocket's annoyance. Yondu noticed and gave Kraglin another strange look, which Kraglin only responded with a shake of his head and an expression that read, 'Please, don't ask.'

Fury spoke when everyone was settled. "This is just a routine check-in. So far your situation has not changed. As expected, NOVA is still trying to make negotiations on your behalf. We're just here to see how everyone is settling in, make sure there are no concerns or problems we need to know about."

"I got a concern," Rocket spoke up.

"If this is about the crib, we don't want to hear it." Maria replied semi-sternly.

Rocket deflated slightly before saying, "I have another concern."

Fury looked unamused, but before he could ask Rocket to elaborate, Rocket was already going into about how you were a dick and how you tossed him outside like a rag doll.

"You were attacking him," you said angrily, gesturing to Kraglin. "Was I just supposed to let you?" Of course the little shit would try to make you look bad to your boss while leaving out the part he played in the situation.

Rocket went on to say that you just had it in for him, and Mantis, who wanted to both try and calm the situation and also defend you, shyly spoke up and said, "Maybe she would like you better if you hadn't tried to poison her?"

Fury and Maria exchanged looks, hers a mix of startled surprise, Fury's one of surprised concern. Surely if there had been an attempt on your life from one of these people, you would have reported it. They turned back, Maria saying, "Excuse me?"

However, she was drowned out by Rocket saying, "That was after!" as if that were a valid defense. "And she wouldn't have died!"

"Yeah, she would have just shit herself half to death. So much better." Peter said sarcastically.

"Why do you care? She bit you!"

This earned raised eyebrows from Fury and Agent Hill. You purposely didn't meet their gaze, embarrassed.

Peter, who felt guilty at the way Rocket was doing you, then stood up for you, "In her defense I did almost break her nose." He caught the expressions of Fury and Agent Hill and added, "We were drunk, it was all just a misunderstanding," as an explanation before realizing he wasn't exactly helping either.

There was more bickering, mostly Rocket saying how much of a dick you were, and others scolding back that Rocket had been the one to start it, then he brought up how instead of helping untangle him and Kraglin you just laughed your ass off, and then others said more things that weren't really helping and everyone was talking over each other while Gamora pinched the bridge of her nose in embarrassed frustration and you rubbed a hand down your face.

"Enough!" Fury said firmly, breaking up the squabbling. "We are not here to listen to petty grievances." He gave the group a stern look. "First off," he looked directly at Rocket, "do not try to poison my agent again. We can just as easily put you in a cell for the duration of your stay on Earth, but I think you'd agree this is a much better venue."

Rocket grumbled something about how'd he'd just escape, but Fury ignored him.

Fury looked at you. "And you- Do try and refrain from getting into fights with your charges." He nodded towards Peter to indicated he specifically meant drunken fights and biting. His tone was as if he was incredulously scolding a child who didn't normally do naughty things, but had suddenly decided to moon traffic. He actually hadn't expected to hear of this behavior from you. You were one of his best agents. He had the humorous thought that this group's dysfunction might be contagious.

You look down and nod. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Now does anyone have any real concerns? Is everyone healthy? Anyone gotten sick? Are the food rations sustaining?"

Peter spoke up, afraid that Rocket would start in again. "We're all fine here. Don't listen to Rocket, he's just cranky and still adjusting. She's been a good host."

Fury grinned slightly as he looked at you. "I'd take that as a glowing review, seeing as it came from the man you apparently bit."

You felt your face grow warm and you didn't meet his gaze. You had a feeling he wasn't going to let that go anytime soon.

Mantis spoke up again, now excitedly. "Oh yes! She's been very kind! She gave me this bear!"

Oh geez. Of course she'd bring up the bear. You covered your face for a moment and wondered if she ever put the thing down.

Fury looked at the stuffed toy in amusement. He could tell it wasn't new. It was in nice condition, but worn more than what would happen with a week's worth of use. Meaning, he felt you likely hadn't gone out to buy it, he had a feeling that it more than likely came from inside the house, which, if his suspicions were correct...

"Nice to see you're making friends." he said with humor in his voice, only briefly meeting your gaze before you broke it again.

Fury kept the rest of the visit brief, asking a few more questions before he clapped his hands together and said. "Alright, I believe we're done here. If nobody has any further questions, we'll be seeing you all next week. You know how to contact us if there are any problems-" he turned and gave a pointed look at Rocket, clarifying, "any real problems."

"Same time?" you ask.

"We'll see," replied Fury, turning with Maria towards the door when no one spoke up with any further concerns.

You frowned. Clearly he intended to make the next visit a 'surprise' as well. You probably shouldn't be surprised, but you didn't exactly like the anxiety attack he gave you with this 'surprise visit,' and you weren't looking forward to another one.

Rocket watched Fury and Agent Hill as they left, biting his tongue. He considered shouting out after him that you wanted to put them in chains, but of course he knew that him simply seeing the chains wouldn't be enough proof. If he called you out now, you'd probably just make something up, or maybe you had them hidden so if anyone went to look they wouldn't find them.

No. He couldn't say anything yet. He was going to bide his time. He had a suspicion he might find answers in the attic. Why else would you have told Groot there were monsters up there to keep him out, if there wasn't something you were trying to hide?

He only needed to find time to get up there when no one would notice.

At the door Fury pushed a button on his key fob and his vehicle shimmered into place as the cloaking disengaged. You looked unamused and both Fury and Maria nodded in goodbye as they departed.

You shook your head with a sigh and closed the door.

***

"I think that went well," Maria said as she buckled in. "No one's been killed yet."

Fury let half a chuckle and just looked at her before driving away.

***

Some time after Fury had left and everyone had supper you decided to treat yourself to some reading. You decided to curl up on the armchair, something you hadn't done since the Guardians first arrived. This was because you wanted to, definitely not to prove to Peter, who was sitting with Yondu at the table, that you weren't too shy to stay in the same room with other people without coercion.

You were sat curled in the armchair reading a horror novel when Kraglin walked into the room, catching your attention. Of course, when you saw it was him you were unable to hold back your snickers, though you tried to hide them behind your book.

Kraglin's eyebrows knitted together. "It's not that funny!" he groaned.

Yondu, who was growing more curious and amused asks, "What's so 'not funny' that she laughs every time she sees yer face, boy?"

Kraglin gives him a pitiful look, but before he can open his mouth to again beg him not to ask Peter answers for him, retailing the whole embarrassing story while giggling, to Yondu's delight as he starts laughing right along with Peter once he gets to the part about Rocket getting tied to Kraglin's butt.

This, of course, makes you laugh harder, and you're now shaking behind your book.

Kraglin looks like he wants to die before his expression switches to mischievous. Sure, you said you weren't ticklish the other day when Mantis was trying to make you laugh, but he was sure that was obviously a lie. He also knew from dealing with a bratty Peter through the years just how to teach you a lesson. Kraglin approaches you. "You think that's funny? I've give ya something to laugh at, brat!" he says, lunging for one of your feet and scribbling his fingers over the bottom.

This lasts all of half a second before you let out a high squeak, which is then followed by an "OOF!" by Kraglin when your other foot connects with his ribcage.

"Ow! You kick hard!" Kraglin whined, rubbing his ribs where you had just donkey-kicked him.

You blushed slightly, peering over your book. "Yeah, well... I suppose it's in your best interest if you don't try that again." You try to sound intimidating, but it comes out sounding more squeaky than you'd have liked.

"Yeah, no shit." Kraglin replied, still rubbing his ribs as he walked over to sit on the far end of the couch, as if afraid to sit too close to you now.

You muttered into your book, "I'm not even ticklish."

Kraglin just rolled his eyes at you, picking up the remote to turn on the television.

Peter and Yondu just kept laughing.

***

The next morning the novelty of having encountered Kraglin and Rocket tangled up had mostly worn off. Mostly. You didn't burst out laughing every time you saw them anymore, but Kraglin was still slightly annoyed that you still couldn't glance at him without cracking a smile. If you had just been happy to see him he wouldn't have minded, but because he knew it was only a result of yesterday's incident, it was slightly embarrassing.

However, it did make him feel a little better to tease you and Peter for jumping when the toaster popped.

You were buttering your toast when Yondu pulled a jar from the pantry. "What're these?" He hadn't tried much Terran food yet, aside from the few times you had cooked and when Peter beckoned him to try something, and today he was feeling adventurous. Might as well. He had the feeling they were going to be here awhile.

You look over to see him already opening the jar of pickled jalapeños and your eyes widen slightly. "Those are jalapeños. I recommend trying one if you haven't eaten them before, they're hot."

"They ain't hot, the jar's cool?" Yondu said, spearing three slices of jalapeño on a fork. Whatever it was, he was sure he could take it. It was only Terran food, after all. What's the worst that could happen?

Seeing the oncoming tragedy that was more than likely about to happen in his mouth you tensed, "No, that's not what-"

Too late. He already ate them.

It was maybe five seconds before his mistake hit him. To his credit, he swallowed, but he also immediately closed the jar. "What the hell!?" he said, looking at you as he tried to suck air into his mouth to cool it down. "What the hell are these things?! My damn mouth is on fire!" He wasn't panicking, to your relief, but he also wasn't happy.

Peter laughed at him. He had thought he remembered jalapeños from when he was a kid, his grandpa would put them in his tacos. However, he didn't try to further warn Yondu with you, wanting to see what would happen. He wasn't disappointed even seeing Yondu glare at him for laughing as he sucked air through his teeth and wiped his now running nose on his sleeve.

You look at Yondu half-apologetically. "I tried to warn you! I told you they were hot- I mean spicy, that's why your mouth burns. Um... here..." You pull down a glass and pour him some milk. "This will help."

He eyed it. "What is it?" He thought it looked like the same white liquid Peter and Kraglin would pour into what Peter called cereal, but he had never bothered to ask them what it was.

"Milk." you answered, getting a very strange look from him in return, a mix of 'What the fuck?!' and near disgust.

Peter spoke up from the table. "It's from a cow. It ain't hers, dude. It's fine."

Your eyes widen, scandalized, as you look to Peter. "Excuse me?"

He looks at you apologetically. "Sorry, I know this is normal here, but uh, on most other planets... you won't really find 'milk' ...unless you're uh, feeding a baby."

A high, "Hmmm..." is all you respond, not sure what else to say to the implication that the blue man thought you were somehow offering him your milk. Your eyes were still wide and you could feel your face growing warm at the uncomfortable information but you still offered out the glass, setting it on the counter between you. "Well this is all I have to offer for the burning. Otherwise you're going to have to wait it out." You cross your arms over your chest self-consciously.

Yondu looked like he was considering for a moment, before hesitantly reaching out to take the glass.

"Drink it slow, it will help with the burning." You then add, mildly scolding. "Next time listen."

He grumbled, but took the glass and sat down at the table next to Kraglin to drink it. Kraglin covered his mouth with his fist, trying not to laugh and looking like he wanted to say something, but Yondu glared at him, grumbling. "Not a word."

Kraglin managed to giggle out a, "Yes, sir." before returning his attention to his cereal, a new food Peter introduced to him a couple days ago that actually wasn't half bad.

Everything was fine for about half an hour or so. You finished your toast and had some juice, and the guys had finished their food as well and the four of you sat in the kitchen talking. Well, they were talking, you were mostly sitting and listening, mostly just making an effort to sit for more than five minutes so Peter would stop giving you that look that said, "Ha, knew you were shy," that he had recently taken to giving you.

Then Yondu suddenly bent slightly and held his stomach with a stifled grunt.

You raised an eyebrow, as did the other two. "You ok?" you asked, seeing his pained expression.

Yondu glared then tensed again, grunting out a "Dammit." before pushing his chair back and making his way quickly from the kitchen without another word.

The three of you shared confused glances.

Then you heard the bathroom door loudly close, and not too long after that began to hear loud noises of the... smelly variety.

Peter half-stifled a laugh, saying. "When ya gotta go, ya gotta go, I guess."

You could hear the sound of the toilet flush a bit later, but Yondu didn't return. Instead you started to hear the "smelly" noises again, followed by muffled cursing.

Gamora entered the kitchen, holding her nose. You knew that wasn't a good sign regarding the smell of your hallway, and you were only grateful it hadn't made it into the kitchen yet, though you were now less than eager to leave and risk facing it.

"Is he alright?" she asked Peter.

"He'll be fine." Peter laughed in response, receiving a look from Gamora as she sat next to him, no doubt seeking a reprieve from the odor.

A few minutes passed and he still remained in the jacks, but the smell had its own travel plans.

"Oh hell," you choke out, seemingly the first one of the four of you (aside from Gamora from before) the smell decided to assault. You motioned to Peter. "You- windows- help- please? Now?" you say, gagging as you stood and made your way to open the closest window.

"Right behind you!" Peter said, standing and quickly making to open any window in the kitchen he could find. Kraglin stood with Gamora and they left the kitchen, stating that they were going to open the windows in the sitting room and see if that might help. You could hear gagging from the hallway when they left the kitchen. Peter made his way further down the room and gagged as he opened the back door, a cloud of stink having unfortunately pooled down that way as it was the end closest to the bathroom.

He braved the stink just long enough to shout, "Damn, man! What did you eat!?" He only got a, "Oh, grow up!" in response from Yondu from behind the bathroom door.

You exited the kitchen from the other end to open the front door, coughing as your fears were confirmed and the smell was much worse outside the kitchen. You wondered if you should open the upstairs windows as well.

This thought was confirmed when you could hear the sounds of Mantis gagging at the top of the stairs and Drax asking if an animal had died in the house, then going on to confirm it wasn't Rocket as he was with him and Rocket indignantly yelling, "Hey!"

You made your way upstairs, Peter taking your lead and following to open the windows upstairs to help air the house out.

Yondu had only just exited the bathroom when you came downstairs, not looking too pleased. However, he only made it about a meter outside the door before wincing as a cramp told him he wasn't actually finished and spinning on his heels to return to the toilet.

Now Peter actually seemed mildly concerned. "Dude, you ok in there?" he called from a 'safe' distance from the door, as if anywhere was safe from the smell anymore.

There was only more embarrassing noises in response to Peter's question.

"Yondu?" Peter called out.

"Leave me alone, boy! Can't ya see I'm a little busy at the moment?!"

"I can definitely smell it!" Peter shouted back.

"I'm gonna head outside," you choke out, looking at Gamora. "Care to join?" It was less of an invitation and more of a hint. If you value air, maybe get out of the house.

"Way ahead of you dorks!" Rocket called as he ran out the front door with Groot clinging to his back, gagging.

Everyone else followed out the front door, not willing to risk walking toward the back.

"Fresh air!" Peter cried out once he was outside in such a funny way you couldn't help but chuckle and shake your head despite sharing the same sentiments.

After a couple moments of taking in the fresh air, you decided to walk around back. While you were out here you might as well fix the swing.

"Where you going?" Drax asked after you.

Before you could answer, Peter replied in teasing voice, "She's running away 'cause she's shy." Gamora elbowed him and told him to quit.

You rolled your eyes but didn't turn back, flipping him the bird. "I am not. Knock it off."

"Then you won't mind if we join you then, huh?"

You shrugged as you continued walking. "I don't care what you do." you say flippantly, turning the corner of the house.

Peter grinned mischievously. "Oh! So you won't care if I do this?" He jogged after you and all the others heard was a squeaky yip that likely came from you, Peter crying "Ow!" and you responding with, "Then quit that!"

Drax called out, "Mister Fury said no fighting!" as the rest of them followed after the two of you.

"Then Gamora, please come get your child!" is what response came from around the wall.

Drax gave a confused look to Gamora. "Does she really think Quill could be your child?"

Gamora shook her head. "No, Drax. She's just insulting Peter for acting like a child."

You glared at Peter as he rubbed his arm.

"Did you really need to punch so hard?" he asked, laughter in his voice despite the pain.

"Don't startle me next time." You warn, crossing your arms and turning back to keep walking.

Peter smirked. "Oh sure. 'Startle.' Looked a lot more to me like that tickled."

You look back to him with a glare.

Peter held up his hands in a defensive gesture and laughed, and you saw the others rounding the corner and decided to just walk away and let him live for now. Definitely wasn't because you were slightly worried he might try to prove his theory in front of all the others.

You unlocked the shed, grabbed the items you needed from where you had placed them on the workbench the previous day, and shut the shed door and locked it back up all before the others really got near. You hadn't told anyone about the bed frame yet and you didn't intend to, at least not until it was finished.

You dropped the chains by the old swing and walked back towards the shed to grab the ladder leaning against the back wall so that you could cut the old rope away from the large eye hooks drilled into the branch that had been embedded in the tree so long they were now a permanent fixture.

On your way back with the ladder Kraglin asks, "Whatcha doin'?"

"Fixing the swing," you say, not looking at him as you set up the ladder.

You grab the two lengths of chains and start to ascend the ladder when he speaks again. "Would ya like some help with that? Those chains look heavy."

They weren't. Well, they were heavy enough to support a person, but not heavy enough, or you weak enough, that you couldn't hoist them up the ladder. "I think I can manage," you say, slightly irritated. Last thing you wanted was some "Let the man do the lifting" crap.

"It's just that-"

You look sharply at him, "Just what?"

"Nothin' ma'am." His voice cracked as he spoke and you turned back to carrying the chains back up the ladder.

Rocket, who kept an eye on you the moment he saw the chains, but tried not to make a show of it, came over and stood next to Kraglin, Mantis following close behind.

"Are you fixing the swing?" Mantis asks shyly.

"Yep." you say, clipping one chain to the eye-hook with a locking carabiner.

"I'm sorry I broke it."

You don't look down, reaching up to attach the other chain as you say, "Already told you, wasn't your fault. The rope was old. Don't worry about it."

"Oh, so if she breaks something you'll replace it." Rocket said bitterly.

You climb down the ladder and look at him in annoyance. "There's a difference between the rope snapping on her, and you almost throwing the remote through the TV screen during a tantrum."

"I was not throwing a tantrum!" Rocket said indignantly.

"Close enough. Fighting with Peter over it, better?"

Rocket doesn't answer, just crosses his arms and glares at you before taking off. Truthfully, he was less mad about that and more surprised that he saw the chains were being used to fix the swing instead of being used to tie him or his team up. But this didn't mean you still weren't a dick. Just because he was wrong about this one thing, didn't mean he was wrong about you probably hiding some dark plans or something. He just had to find it. He certainly wasn't grasping at straws or anything just 'cause he didn't like you...

You reach down and pick up the wooden seat of the swing. You cut off the rope still attached to the eye hooks running through the board and repeat the same process to attach the chain as you had above.

When you were finished to turned to Mantis and said, "Wanna try it out?"

She giggled excitedly and nodded before hopping on the swing.

You smile and pick up the scraps of rope you had thankfully tossed out of swing-range and noticed Kraglin was gone. So was your ladder.

You turned to see him returning it back to where you had gotten it from and you called after him, "You didn't need to do that!"

He replied back with, "I know!"

You shook your head and started to walk back towards the shed to toss the scraps in the rubbish bin, wondering how long it might take for the house to be inhabitable again.

Gamora and Peter watched as you had finished repairing the swing and smiled. Peter internally noted that you seemed to have a soft spot for Mantis. Of all of them, her and Groot always seemed to get your softer side, even when it was obvious you were trying not to make it obvious. He grinned, sure that there were some advantages to be had from that.

By the time you had met back up with the rest Yondu could be seen exiting the house from the back door and walking towards the group, no doubt also seeking refuge from the smell.

Peter grinned cheekily and asked, "Everything come out ok?"

Yondu just glared at him before grumpily turning to you. "I think that milk stuff ya gave me went bad."

Peter spoke up, "Inside of you, maybe. Kraglin and I ate it and we're fine."

Kraglin nodded in agreement, saying he felt fine. He then suggested that maybe it was those spicy things he ate that didn't agree with him.

Your eyes widened and you crossed your arms nervously. You remembered how Rocket had attempted to poison you with the xanti-berries, and think you just realized what happened. You had accidentally actually did what Rocket had tried to do to you, to Yondu. You wince and say, "I'm sorry."

Noticing your change in expression, Yondu asks, "What?"

"I'm sorry," you say again, "I didn't even think that the milk might make you sick."

Yondu made a grouchy face but said, "Whatever. Guess I know now."

Rocket, who had been listening in not too far off came up and said, "So when I try to do it to her, I'm an asshole, but when she actually poisons him, everything's just dandy!?"

You narrow your eyes but before you can spout off Yondu speaks up irritably. "If I didn't even know it would happen, how the hell is she supposed to know, Rat?"

"Yeah, she was only tryin' to help him." added Kraglin. "Ain't her fault."

Rocket huffed and skulked away. "Whatever," he said, waving you all off, "Screw you all."

"Ignore him." Peter said, annoyance clear in his voice, and changed the subject to something less likely to piss everyone off.

Eventually you all were able to re-enter the house again without gagging.

[souljoon]

hey i love your writing its amazing!! would you mind writing smth i thought abt while i was showering lolll. what if the reader was singing in the shower and corpse had no idea she could sing and when she comes out he likes is so in awe of it and he asks her to sing for him. it could end however you would like lol. (maybe corpse could ask the reader to sing on a song for him) idk do with this what you will sorry for making this so long and detailed lol

thank you for your lovely request! :) i hope you like this one, anon. sorry for the delay btw. i work full time and only have the time to write down stuff at night in bed lol 😅

pairing: bf!corpse x reader genre: fluff warning/s: cursing

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Corpse was currently streaming. And for a while, you stayed there watching him while you sat comfortably on his lap before deciding to leave alone in peace. Admittedly, you’re a great form of distraction during his streams. But he loves having you around, loves making you impressed with his skills, loves listening to your laugh every now and then.

The room was semi-dark, so when he heard a phone rang just as its screen lit up, he right away located where the source—your phone was.

He was supposed to ignore the call since he was in the middle of the game. However, on the third ring, he was forced to retrieve your phone, and bring it to you in case the purpose of the call is important.

He went straight to the bedroom he shares with you, only to find the bed empty. Lights on, bathroom door closed. His forehead crumples at the sound coming from there muffled by the shut door.

He twists the door, poking his head inside. Instinctively, he pressed the red button on your screen, quickly getting rid of the noise. And as quick as he let himself in, his eyes went round.

Holy fuck!

Your back is on him, your palms gliding on your arms, your chest—all over as the running water washes all traces of soap off of you.

Is that your voice he’s actually listening to right now?

Despite the unfamiliarity to your song choice, he couldn’t help but be left amazed. Heavens, he needs to listen to more of you like this—Corpse’s mouth parted, jaw hanging low as his eyes gleam in pure fascination.

His stomach is fluttering, and he could literally just feel the pulls of his heartstrings with his ears drowning from your achingly sweet voice. A stark contrast to his own, yet he realized right there and then he wouldn’t tire of listening to you sing all day, everyday for the rest of his life.

He has a distinct music taste. He doesn’t particularly like mainstream music but that doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate good vocals when he hears one. Especially one coming from his girlfriend.

It’s no secret that you and him share the same love for music despite having different music preferences. But unlike him, you’ve always been clear about your interest in music as a consumer rather than making one so he assumed that you don’t sing, or even consider that you have beautiful vocals. Nonetheless, it wouldn’t matter to him. No flaw of yours could possibly change the fact that he loves you.

You, there inside the shower cubicle, seemed like a singing angel sent from above—a feisty one.

The more he listens to your voice bouncing in the enclosed area with the rhythmic sound of the streaming water as it collides against the tiled floor—a heavenly match, must he add, the harder it is for him to leave you there.

He didn’t want to pass up the chance to listen to more of this discovery but he also wouldn’t intentionally want to make you uncomfortable by the thought of you being watched without your knowledge. The realization prompted him to leave the bathroom, at last, only to stand there before the door.

So when you finally opened the door, you jumped lightly at the sight of him there as if he was particularly waiting for you.

“How long have you been standing there?” You asked, confused and even more puzzled when you caught the glimmer in his eyes.

“Long enough. You have some explaining to do, you little minx.” He spoke. If only he wasn’t visibly starstruck for a reason you were not aware of, you would’ve taken him seriously.

You frown, “What— do you mean? What d-did I do?”

Corpse pulled you closer by your arm, until you were literally flushed against him. He breathes heavily in on your neck.

“Babe-”

“I didn’t know you could sing,” he suddenly mentions.

“Oh! Yeah. Were you listening to me in the shower?” You laugh, nervously. “It’s not that of a big deal, babe.”

“It is, for me. Considering you have such a beautiful voice.” His nose travels upward, hovering just below the shell of your ear. “So perfect. I think I’ve fallen in love with it— if that’s even possible. Can you sing for me, baby?”

You stepped back, blood rushing quickly on your cheeks by his overwhelming compliment. “You’re being too kind just because I’m your girlfriend. I’m not even that good,”

It’s not that you hid your talent from him. There’s just no right opportunity to say that to him without actually getting embarrassed.

He chuckled, deeply. “Oh baby, I can die happily just by merely listening to your voice.”

Your face profusely reddens, not believing you’re actually hearing this from him—except that his expression solidifies his words. You’ve never seen him this mesmerized, heart eyes emoji personified.

He cups your face, forcing you to see his awe-filled eyes. “Come on, don’t be shy now,”

“Fine. But only if you let me play on your computer for a day.”

The expression on his face slowly vanishes. “You can sit on my lap while I stream?” Corpse tries, but you were already stepping out of his grasp to the closet.

Corpse pouts, crossing his arms over his chest as he follows toward your little trail like a lost puppy, determined to have his wish granted.

~~~

[itsclydebitches]

Did u watch the RWBY panel earlier today? If so, thoughts? If not, then ignore.

Hello! I was not able to watch the panel (out all day), but I did just watch the teaser and game trailer. Btw, an upload of the teaser is here if anyone, like me, was having a bit of trouble finding it.

My thoughts... my first thought was confusion about why I wouldn't have much to say about it (don't I always have things to say? lol), but that became clear once I actually watched the vid. Why is our teaser a PoV reenactment of everything we've already seen? Yes, of course this won't be all we're getting in terms of promos, but imo RWBY has continually struggled with the early content they release, a trend that has become more and more worrisome as fans ask exactly how much of each volume they have completed and when. The only thing we learn from this, plot-wise, is that Ruby was still conscious for most of her fall through the void. It's a rather... non-teaser of a teaser, 99% of which is just rehashing what we already knew.

I find first person cinematography to be really awkward, but that's a personal preference, not an objective knock against the choice. The blinking cutting into the visuals, listening to Ruby's constant whimpers, and trying to figure out if such-and-such shot actually works from her PoV (like throwing Neo in the void) takes me out of the story, rather than drawing me in, but for those who are more emotionally attached to Ruby (as I once was) will likely really enjoy it.

Why is Neo transforming into everyone Ruby knows? She uses her semblance to a) actively trick people (pretending to be Oscar) or b) cruelly play on their emotions (pretending to be Nora against Ren). But what is she trying to accomplish by cycling through Ruby's teammates when Ruby knows she's Neo and they're both already emotionally compromised? They're supposedly falling to their deaths! Is this just supposed to be Neo's version of panicking? I find it a strange characterization choice and I'm inclined to blame it more on the teaser itself. Meaning, they wanted a non-spoiler moment that included more characters, but since it's Ruby's PoV and she's not currently near anyone else on the island, better have her relive the fight we already saw and then have Neo show a bunch of other characters.

I'm already seeing people claim that without the slow motion Yang fell too fast for anyone to do anything. Nah. C'mon. RWBY is built around superpowered characters and even putting their unnatural speed/reaction times aside, Blake did do something. Blake nearly caught her! Ruby was written badly in that moment, standing like a statue and then having a non-reaction to her sister's "death." The constant crying we hear in this teaser? We saw none of that in Volume 8. This teaser is working to make the fight look better than it originally was.

Interesting that Ruby's own vision changes when she's using her silver eyes but, again: why didn't she set them off? Unlike the above where the teaser makes some aspects look better, this makes that moment look worse. We now know that Ruby was absolutely hanging there, listening to Cinder monologue, her eyes poised to save her... and just didn't use them for currently unestablished reasons.

Something something Pyrrha turning into gold dust when she died.

Given the difference in color below Ruby, it looks like everyone fell through some sort of portal-esque thing.

And their fight separated them a fair bit, which explains why Ruby didn't wake up with Neo on the beach. There's some logical continuity!

Does anyone know who's calling Ruby? To me it sounds like Ruby's own voice, but it's distorted enough that I'm not sure. Honestly, that's the one part of the trailer where I #feltsomething lol

I'm liking the giant flora and two suns! We knew they were in a different realm, but it's nice to have that confirmed. Right now, I'm reading this as evidence of this being the Gods' world. They're MASSIVE compared to other people, so it would make sense that they came from a world where everything is bigger too; normal sized for them. Plus, two suns, two brothers, everything in balance, etc. etc.

Where did Ruby's emotions go?? We just spent nearly two minutes watching, as the fans are already saying, her having a panic attack and now it's like... nothing? She wakes up in a new world, having just "died," and all she does is give a little frown and march determinately into the woods? No moment to collect herself? No crying? No calling out to see if someone is there? Like her sister? No checking if Neo is still around and a threat?? Please, media Gods, don't let Jaune be the only one reacting to Penny and all the things that have just happened to them. Giving us voice over of Ruby's emotions in a recreation of the plot cannot be a stand-in for getting them originally and after the fact.

I don't have much of anything to say about the game except it looks boring and it's super weird to have them going on buddy-buddy missions for Ironwood post-Volume 8 lol. Unless friends tell me otherwise I think I'll stick to playing WoW ✌️

[honeysorwell]

(a very unprofessional) game changer

Pairing: Audrey Tidall x fem!Reader x Diane Sherman

Summary: Audrey Tidall ends up conquering the role of the protagonist in the expected film that marks the great director and screenwriter Diane Sherman return to the film market, Run, that the blonde one desired really much. The filmmaker has only managed to return now since she left her job almost twenty years ago to take care of her daughter. She has no real plans other than finishing the film that will mark her return, but her nonpeaceful coexistence with Audrey during the filming, along with the loneliness that consumes her personal life ends up instigating an unexpected affection - and that grows every day - for Y/N, the costume designer for Run.

What Diane did not expect, when giving Y/N anonymously flowers during the recording months, is that the costume designer has been in a secret relationship for more than months with Audrey. However, the feeling of indifference and disdain that the director feels for the actress gradually dies after a heated argument between the two, leaving an unnamed tension in the air, while Y/N searches for her secret admirer with her girlfriend.

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A/N: I was extremely surprised when I posted You rush into my life, stay a little while (I know that we can have it all), and in less than a month I got +50likes (after all I barely know how to use tumblr and I discovered these days how and where to look at the followers that I have lol). And thanks to that, I will use (a very unprofessional) game changer as a social experiment, to see if you guys really like what I write, and if the answer is also positive, I will open requests to write things in my free time. And yes, my first language is not English so maybe something might sound strange.

I had this idea as soon as Run was released, thanks to Diane's passion for films... And since Audrey is an actress, I thought it would be good to combine these two...

I can say that this is a big AU because Diane is a lovely mother, and no one from Roanoke dies (because I don't have time to develop any of this shit).

Hope you all like it!

Synopsis of the story + Chapter 1 ,  Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8 , Chapter 9 , Chapter 10 (final one)

Chapter 1

Chapter’s summary: Audrey and Y/N get to know each other thanks to Diane, and even though they are about to start recording Run, they decide that it is worthwhile to continue with their relationship. Even if secretly.

Warnings: In this chapter at least, none. Just implicit mentions of smut, it's not really something!  

Word Count: 1,2k

In theory, when someone wins an award as important as The Saturn, their career between movies becomes more likely to invitations to productions. Films, miniseries, or even theatrical productions. But that didn't happen with Audrey.

There was a voice in her head that said it was thanks to her age. But since none of the actors in Roanoke's cast, especially women, were so different in this aspect, Audrey continued to ignore that voice.

Everything was relatively ready for the British woman to participate in Return to Roanoke: Three Days in Hell, however after her breakup with Rory, the blonde one preferred to focus on something new. She quickly fell in love with him, but when the red-haired man asked about marriage, everything was clear to Audrey. Their paths and thoughts were so different, even with the significant feeling between them, that it was better to break their love relationship before their friendship was affected. And this was what she did.

It was audacious. Refuse a proposal for the same program that gave her fame and awards, to audition for a new film that she barely knew would happen. Some people would call her crazy, but the email she received from her agent was enough to give her courage.

Or rather, four words from that email. Directed by Diane Sherman was what caught her attention and prompted her to try to venture out to take the test.

She can still remember. Years ago, while she was still fighting for a minor role in any theatrical production in England, Diane Sherman was already acclaimed worldwide for the grandiose films with unexpected endings that she produced, even at a young age.

All the films of the woman with a reddish tone between her brunette hair strands became hits. But in the midst of it all, Diane decided to take a break from her career, and less than five months later, a pregnancy was announced.

After that, twenty years passed and no film was released, no interview, no magazine cover. Such a gloriously famous woman disappeared from everyone's view with her baby. But only up to now.

That test was probably the one that tired Audrey the most in her entire career. To portray in a few minutes the pain of the life of a woman who is obsessed with her daughter to the point of making her sick was difficult. But she did, and so, while her former co-stars were locking themselves up in a seemingly haunted mansion, she was getting a call from her agent saying that she got the lead role.

Everything worked well when the blonde received her script and started working with Diane on how they would like this character to be seen by the audience, but as the conversations flowed, Audrey understood why all of the woman's films were such a success. She was a perfectionist and her authority was clear.

Everything needed to be perfect. Including the costume.

And so Audrey met Y/N. A beautiful costume designer with so much talent to spare to the world.

The first time they saw each other, Diane was not present, after all, it was just a date to take Audrey's body measurements. As the story was about a housewife, movable and comfortable clothes had to be designed, which did not force Audrey to strip naked to have her measurements known by Y/N, even if an unprofessional part of her wanted to.

Quick encounters followed, some with Diane briefly present, just to define new color palettes or to approve and disapprove something. The director never stayed more than twenty minutes with the two women, but thanks to Y/N's perseverance, in producing everything exactly as Diane wished, and Audrey's free time, due to her mind being ease in memorizing lines and just a few friendships outside England, the two woman became relatively close.

When the costumes were all designed and in the final process of being made, Diane decided that she would like Audrey's hair to be longer. Some wig tests took place, but a joint decision was made.

The film would be postponed in five months from there, so that the blonde's hair would grow.

It was frustrating, to say the least, and maybe that was the trigger for Audrey's disapproval with Diane, but one thing was good. The time now acquired has started to be spent on Y/N.

Always at discreet lunches or afternoon teas in their homes...

Y/N thinks it might be extremely inappropriate and absolutely unprofessional to get personally involved with a co-worker, even outside the set, and even though their work on Diane's film was relatively distant. But, after many glasses of wine and random conversations, nothing made more sense to Y/N than Audrey's lips against hers.

A one-night stand. That was what they thought they were born to be. But the skin on Audrey's stomach was so smooth that Y/N didn't know if she wanted to kiss her until she moaned or laughed, confused as she tried to understand which one of the sounds was the actual responsible for her heart beating faster.

A one-night stand. Because Audrey didn't feel ready to start a relationship after such a recent breakup. But there was nothing more beautiful than Y/N's face full of pleasure while she was being touched, or her face concentrated on redoing a crooked seam, even if she was the only one that noticed the defect in the piece.

A one-night stand. That turned into two, three, ten, thirty... and when they noticed, Audrey's hair was long enough for the film to start recording and their mind was unconsciously bought each other's favorite foods at the supermarket.

And on one of those nights, when they were both lying on Y/N's bed and Audrey was drawing imaginary flowers on the bare skin of her right hip, a whisper escaped the actresses lips:

"I don't want this to end because we are going to work together... Does that make me unprofessional?", The moment the question escapes her lips, she raises her face towards Y/N and looks deeply into her eyes.

"Well ...", the costume designer starts and stops, distracted by the beauty of Audrey's brown eyes and a lock of her hair - now longer - that is hindering the Y/N view of the blonde's cheeks, but that soon puts the hair strands behind her ear and continues - "Count me in because I don't want this to end either..."

It is a smile so beautiful that it takes hold of Audrey's lips, that the courage to take possession of Y / N's body and one more phrase escapes her lips.

"I think I'm in love with you."

The word think sounds so low, it's like it's not even there. Because Y/N's mind knows that she is sure, even scared and that is why Y/N's eyes focus on the whole room, except the face in front of her. Until delicate fingers touch her chin and direct her to see brown eyes bathed in tears, amid the same glorious smile of seconds ago.

"And I don't know how you didn't notice that I fell in love with you too."

And so they come to an agreement. Nothing will be explicit while they are on set. At work, they will be just friends, close friends if the distance wraps their stomachs, but still, just friends.

For the sake of their reputations, their jobs, and the Diane Sherman film they will be just friends.

[hotcaramelmachiatto]

Hey! I was wondering if I could request a headcanon with luffy, zorro and Sanji with a s/o who has a Symbiote in them (basically venom) they have caught them giggling to themselves, talking to themselves, and sometimes catching them arguing with no one, how would they react when they ask about this and finally meet venom. (I hope it's not trouble ♥️♥️)

Oh my goodness!! No trouble at all! I'm kind of excited about this crossover, this is gonna be fun! You didn't specify any gender preferences so I went with gender neutral, hope that's OK!

Luffy x GN! Symbiote!reader

Zoro x GN! Symbiote!reader

Sanji x GN! Symbiote!reader

Warnings: a couple mild swears

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Luffy

I feel like Luffy would be really confused but not really mind or notice the little giggles and whispers to yourself. He'd think its super cute and weird

Totally picks on you for it even though he has no clue what its about or what it means

Luffy is really honest and straight forward. Never beats around the bush. So the way I imagine Luffy meeting your Venom (so to speak) would be him jumping right in during one of your conversations with them like

"Venom! You need to relax. I know you want chocolate but we ran out already!"

"Yeah Venom! I ate it all. Also, who's Venom?"

So cute and innocent when he asks you. Literally no judgment, just curious. Just kinda walked in while you were talking and joined the convo

Totally spooked you but Venom just kinda gets mad at there being no chocolate

You cannot convince me otherwise:

"EWWWW Y/N!!! THERES A BUG ON YOU!!! Hold still, lemme squash it!!!"

"NOOOO!!! LUFFY THATS VENOM DONT HURT THEM!!!"

Even after explaining what's going on between you and Venom he completely has no idea what's going on. You literally explained it in the simplest of ways and he has no clue

"You have a worm on you." "That's Venom." "Yeah, a worm."

"APOLOGIZE"

That being said, he takes the whole thing really well. He kind of just thought you had a weird devil fruit power.

He and Venom would either get along well or fight over everything. They'd steal each others meals at dinner once Venom starts making an appearance to the rest of the crew

If it was supposed to be a secret, no it wasn't

All in all, he'd support you just like he supports all his Nakama. And Venom becomes his Nakama since Venom is a part of you!

Zoro

He was napping against the railing of the ship, as usual, when he sees you talking to yourself in the corner.

Initial reaction: wtf?

He just kinda let's it go. None of his business

When it starts happening more and more and he sees you straight up arguing with nothing he gets kind of concerned

Wouldn't really know how to bring it up delicately so he literally just asks you

"What the hell are you doing?"

You'd probably have to explain it in words less than two syllables as well or he won't get it either

I low key see him being mildly curious about the strength and durability of Venom. Probably would want to train with them but wouldn't actively search for that

He does keep an eye on you and your symbiote a lot more when you are in a fight. He just enjoys seeing you and them destroy your opponents and how strong you are

He and Venom dont really interact much but there's a mutual understanding of if one hurts Y/n the other will kill them

If you two and Zoro ever spar Zoro and Venom will have an absolute blast. Literally. Everything is destroyed and both of them are still going at it

All in all, Zoro is also chill with it. He is accepting. Probably has drinking matches with Venom to see who can hold their liquor better

Sanji

Sanji is too blinded by he absolute devotion for you and how cute you are to notice the odd tendencies

Or rather, he notices but thinks its just an odd little quirk of yours and doesnt mention it

That is, until he catches you sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night with this big black goo looking thing with spikey teeth hanging off your shoulder

Eating all his food

He needed those strawberries!! The ladies wanted strawberry shortcake for breakfast!!!

Completely ignored you and tried to kick the shit outta Venom.

"GET OUTTA MY KITCHEN YOU PARASITE!!"

"PARASITE?!?! APOLOGIZE!!!"

He absolutely hates Venom. They obscure your lovely skin and make it more difficult to see your figure!

But at the same time they accentuate a lot of your natural figures and shapes so he is sort of torn in half

Also, Venom eats everything. All the time. Worse than Luffy!!

Luffy more or less has a limit to how he stretches when he eats. Venom is an actual black hole. Eats everything, cooked or uncooked

Venom will peak their little head out on your shoulder while you wait in the kitchen and watch Sanji cook

And then steal the ingredients like an actual child

His hand has been caught in the cookie jar a lot

Sorry, that's a lot. He takes Sanji's food a lot. Ero-cook is no pleased

He also doesn't like another creature spending more time with his previous Y/n-swan than him

So jealous of that symbiote. He wants to spend that much time with the lovely Y/n but cannot

They get to feel Y/n's skin!!! All the time!!! (And be inside them lol)

All in all, Sanji will love and support you. He dislikes Venom but puts up with him. He at least will eat everything so there will never be any leftovers or food that goes uneaten. Even if its questionable in terms of freshness.

Oh my. I hope this was good! I had fun writing it and I hope I did you some justice! Feel free to request anything anytime! :)

[skipppppy]

I’m so fascinated by your she ra fan character! I’m trying to understand the storyline but it’s a little hard to find everything, and I was wondering if you would mind explaining it here?

Thank you very much! Her story is SUPER convuluted, I elaborated on it a bit on another ask about her relationship with Entrapta, but I’ll try to sum it up as cleanly as possible but a lot of different factors come into play so it still might be LOOONNGG. It’s also not a very happy story, unfortunately, but it would be helpful for me to get it all written down!

In terms of things that might be triggering, her backstory involves mention of a wide range of abuse. It won’t be explicit but I just want to be safe!

I’m actually gonna put most of it under the cut for the sake of anyone who follows me or any tags so they aren’t cursed with a mile long post on their timeline. I know the pain 😅

So here it is! I present A COMPREHENSIVE TIMELINE OF ALL THE BULLSHIT ARIA HAD TO PUT UP WITH!!!!

-For background context, she’s a Wingfolk, a species of Bird People native to Etheria who live in a kingdom built into a forest of giant trees named Ornithia. I could go on about them for hours but all you really need to know is that they have hollow bones to achieve flight (which is also the case for real life birds), which makes Aria’s body very light and frail. So she’s basically useless in physical combat which is why she never really defends herself. She was also a particularly weak flyer, which is why she doesn’t avoid a lot of situations by simply flying away.

-EXTRA BACKGROUND CONTEXT, Aria was born around the time the Horde landed on Etheria. Her father was a sorcerer at Mystacor, who had a reputation for ignoring ethics in the name of science. This all came to a head when a meteorite struck the surface of the planet; he rushed to the sight, stole it, studied it for a while, and after learning it had a powerful magic, decided to try a ritual in which he extracted the magic from the meteorite and fused it with his daughter’s soul. It took a few years for people to find out but when they did he was exiled for his actions, and Aria, still a child, was given to her mother.

-ONE MORE SMALL DETAIL: from about the age of 18/19 onward, she started having dreams about a mysterious figure made of blinding light who knew secrets about the universe and promised to find her one day so they could “finally be together again.” 3 guesses who THAT is lmao (hint: it’s Horde Prime)

-I won’t go into details about her childhood because we’d be here forever but the most important things you need to know are 1) Aria’s mother was a HORRIBLE parent and preferred to get blackout drunk rather than look after her children. 2) Aria had 4 younger brothers who, due to her mother’s negligence, she had to raise entirely by herself, which is why she feels responsible over others and has such a “nurturing” disposition, it was forced on her. 3) She took her brothers and ran away from Ornithia when she was 15, and built a home in a small woodland in the mountains of Dryl where she has lived ever since. 4) Throughout her childhood she befriended Princess Entrapta and the two were extremely close due to their isolated upbringings.

-When the BFS visited Dryl for the first time in Season 1, Aria was there acting as both a lab assistant and royal advisor to Entrapta, and joined the rebellion alongside her. Nothing crazy happened, but when Entrapta “died” Aria was beside herself with grief and ended up leaving the rebellion in order to go tend to Dryl, since it needed a ruler and as advisor it was her job to step up and take responsibility. Unlike the others, however, she refused to return to aid in the battle of Brightmoon, since she was kinda miffed at how the Princesses treated Entrapta (lookin’ at you, leash lady Perfuma) and was thoroughly pissed that they didn’t even TRY to go back for her, even if it was just to find her body and give her a dignified burial.

-Season 2 was when things truly went to shit. When the Horde came to claim Dryl, Aria resisted but was defeated pretty easily. When Glimmer and Bow came to scout out the situation, they saw her being hauled away and tried to save her but basically got caught in a stalemate where they couldn’t act because the Horde threatened to harm Entrapta if they acted. They told Aria to go with the Horde and promised that they would form a rescue party to save the both of them. But after they learned that Entrapta had joined the Horde by choice and had more important missions to deal with, rescuing her just..stopped being a priority. She wasn’t a rebel so they had no obligation to get her, so eventually they forgot about her entirely.

-Aria was kept as a prisoner for a while, but Entrapta found out pretty quickly what happened and went to find her. At that point Catra was growing frustrated with all the menial paperwork she had to do, and since she’d had experience being an advisor/secretary type, Entrapta basically proposed to Hordak that Aria act as his assistant in the same way she used to at Dryl. He accepted since it meant he would be spending less time running the Horde and more time building the portal. Aria was against the idea of helping him since she was still holding out hope that the rebels would come save her, but she was simply threatened with the classic Evil Horde punishments (torture, more torture, being locked in a cell for weeks without food or water, a tad more torture). So from mid-Season 2 to the end of Season 4, that was pretty much the position she was in. Being the Fright Zone’s resident desk jockey.

-Not much happened in that timespan, most of what occurred revolved around the portal incident and the aftermath. While Aria had been playing the part of Hordak’s pretty little secretary she was trying to find weak points in the Fright Zone’s security system so she could bust her and Entrapta out of there. Due to her and Hordak building the portal (and smooching lol) she’d been spending less and less time with Aria, which had been making her a little upset. She felt like someone she’d spent her entire life caring for was replacing her for something better, but her suspicions weren’t confirmed until she asked Entrapta about leaving together and she refused. That was the first small nudge towards a downward spiral. Then Catra returned with Adora and the Sword in hand and the Princesses came to stop the Portal. The rebels had come to save Adora and forgot about her. She was willing to forgive and join them, until they saw that she had been assisting the Horde, assumed she had betrayed them alongside Entrapta, and decided to leave her behind without giving her a chance to explain herself. That was the second, slightly stronger nudge that made her teeter over the edge of a breakdown. And then Catra told her that Entrapta had abandoned her to rejoin the rebels. While it was a lie, it was perfectly placed salt in the wound, and the straw that broke the camels back into her shifting allegiance and properly joining the Horde.

-Throughout Season 4 she had the same role as before, except this time she actually cared about her work, and had taken on the additional role of helping Hordak with his busted tech since Entrapta wasn’t around to do it. He had already come to rely on Aria for paperwork, but now she was helping him with his machines and they had a shared trauma over being “abandoned” by someone they cared deeply for. She was literally filling the void Entrapta left, and in a way they started to care for each other. Aria, being a hopeless romantic who had read about a trillion love stories about gentle protagonists who healed the evil monster men with their kindness, took to him like a moth to a flame and happily played the role of “the next best thing” against her better judgement. It wasn’t really a healthy relationship, but they did genuinely care for each other and found comfort in one another’s presence.

-It didn’t last, however. Catra was vaguely aware of the “thing” they had, and while she was indifferent for the most part, she was dealing with a downward spiral of her own, and she slowly became paranoid that Aria would distract him from completing their plans. In her poor, burnt out kitty cat frame of mind, the only way to deal with the situation was to get rid of her. So, deciding to kill 2 birds with one stone, she told Hordak that Aria had been jealous of his relationship with Entrapta, and SHE had been the one to send her to beast island. And Hordak believed her.

-I won’t go into detail about what happened after that, because it was VERY GRUESOME! We all saw how Hordak reacted when he found out what Catra had done in the original show. Now remember when I mentioned that Aria has hollow bones that made her incredibly frail and physically incapable of defending herself? Yeah. It was not pretty. Hordak wasn’t completely at fault, since he thought his anger was warranted, but by the time he’d learnt the truth and realised his mistake she was dead. In the space between the incident and learning what really happened he’d thrown her in the abandoned black garnet chamber with no food or water and basically left her to rot. He was EXTRA mad at Catra for pulling that with him, but he didn’t have time to grieve since he, Glimmer, Catra, and Aria’s lifeless corpse were beamed up into Horde Prime’s flagship.

-When Prime initially found her she was still dead. However, remember the healing magic that came from the mysterious meteorite that had now fused with her soul? Spoiler alert! It belonged to him. The meteorite was one of his most prized possessions, and the dreams Aria had been having were the magic’s attempts at trying to establish a connection with him across dimensions. (the meteorite was somewhat sentient. This is perfectly normal and well thought out writing I swear) And being reunited caused a huge surge of magical energy that resuscitated her, allowing Prime’s clones to give her some much needed medical help.

-After being pretty much comatose for 2 weeks Aria finally woke up, and was finally able to speak with Prime in person. When she found out that the “mysterious figure” from her dreams who had promised to find her was REAL and had just saved her life, she basically just latched onto him. She was, understandably, TRAUMATISED from the last 2 or so years of her life, so she was too scared to go anywhere else or trust anyone, so Prime didn’t even have to try to win her allegiance. He was also very happy to have his meteorite back, even if it now had a mortal body with skin and a face and a slew of emotional baggage. So she spends most of Season 5 being showered in love and affection by Prime and all her attendants, eventually being crowned Empress. While Prime was unequivocally evil and Aria was aware of that, he mostly sheltered her from what he was doing, in fear that her loyalty to him might falter. Maybe in a fun au she could’ve convinced him to leave Etheria alone so they could be together for longer, but alas, it was not to be.

-In the aftermath of the Heart being destroyed and Prime being killed, her downward spiral returned and shifted into OVERDRIVE. The people who had abandoned and neglected her took her one safe person away from her and they were being hailed as heroes for it. While she now knew that Entrapta had never abandoned her and was instead sent to beast island, seeing her get a happy ending with the man who had, to be quite blunt, physically abused and assaulted her, shattered any part of their friendship that might have been recoverable. She retreated into herself, taking over Horde Prime’s role as ruler over the Clones. She turned the Velvet Glove into their new home, trying to be civil with the other Princesses but eventually descended into a cold, bitter, vindictive Empress who ended up making terrible decisions as a cry for help.

-I’m still undecided on what to do with her after her fun villain arc, but I do know that in the aftermath she’d probably either step down from the throne so she could properly heal from her trauma, or work with her clones to fix up Prime’s flagship and get as far away from Etheria as possible and find peace in a new life away from everything that hurt her. I may also bring back Horde Prime from the dead through my sheer will to ignore canon so they can be together, since they are for all intents and purposes, soulmates. And I don’t think it would be very fair to let my poor hopeless romantic who just wants to be loved lose her handsome prince forever. I think it would be sexy if I committed necromancy I think.

ANYWAY...THAT WAS A HEFTY READ..SORRY IT WAS SO LONG, BUT THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!! I CAN COME BACK TO THIS FOR REFERENCE NOW

TLDR: babygirl has had it ROUGH