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zaelous · 3 years ago

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The noble and most ancient House of Black was both a family and a cult. A cult is a social group that is defined by its unusual religious, spiritual, or philosophical beliefs, or by its common interest in a particular personality, object, or goal. In the case of House of Black, this philosophy and its subsequent goals were a form of magical eugenics focused on the supremacy of so-called “pure blood.” Establishing these basic principles is important at the outset in order to demonstrate how these beliefs and the House of Black’s implementation of them are what make them not just a family of extreme beliefs but a cult whose practices affected Bellatrix’s sense of identity, self esteem, and motivations, effectively forming her personhood.

I. PRINCIPLES BY DEFINITION

Eugenics is a set of beliefs and practices that aim to improve the genetic quality of a human population, historically by excluding people and groups judged to be inferior or promoting those judged to be superior. Positive eugenics is aimed at encouraging reproduction among the genetically advantaged; for example, the reproduction of the intelligent, the healthy, and the successful. Negative eugenics aims to eliminate, through sterilization or segregation, those deemed physically, mentally, or morally undesirable.

Pure-blood supremacists believe that only pure-bloods were real witches and wizards, and were often inclined to consider themselves as the elite of the Magical world; a place in which they believed that Muggle-borns did not belong. More militant subscribers of this philosophy even consider themselves to be akin to royalty. Elitist pure-bloods even believed that it was a sign of weak magic to enjoy non-magical company. Those who are pure-blooded but do not ascribe to supremacist ideologies are considered to be blood traitors and are shunned.

Shunning can be broken down into behaviours and practices that seek to accomplish either or both of two primary goals:

To modify the behaviour of a member. This approach seeks to influence, encourage, or coerce normative behaviours from members, and may seek to dissuade, provide disincentives for, or to compel avoidance of certain behaviours. Shunning may include disassociating from a member by other members of the community who are in good standing. It may include more antagonistic psychological behaviours. This approach may be seen as either corrective or punitive (or both) by the group membership or leadership, and may also be intended as a deterrent.

To remove or limit the influence of a member (or former member) over other members in a community. This approach may seek to isolate, to discredit, or otherwise dis-empower such a member, often in the context of actions or positions advocated by that member. For groups with defined membership criteria, especially based on key behaviours or ideological precepts, this approach may be seen as limiting damage to the community or its leadership.

Concerted efforts at influence and control lie at the core of cultic groups, programs, and relationships. Many members, former members, and supporters of cults are not fully aware of the extent to which members may be manipulated, exploited, or even abused. While there is really no standardized diagnostic tool with which one can definitively say whether an organization qualifies as a cult, some social-structural, social-psychological, and interpersonal behavioral patterns can help to assess a particular group or relationship, in this instance the House of Black.

II. PATTERNS OF CONTROL & DIVISION

The group displays an excessively zealous and unquestioning commitment to its leader, and (whether he is alive or dead) regards his belief system, ideology, and practices as the Truth, as law. This is a trait more difficult to illustrate than others, since there is no one individual leader of House Black; however, it is the root of the House Black philosophy that their ideologies and beliefs are passed down generationally, presumably from medieval times (given their family tapestry). We do see a lengthy history of the family’s current patriarch (whoever it is at any given time) enforcing these ideologies on other family members by excommunicating anyone whom they deem to have fallen out of line with the House of Black doctrine. The fact that excommunication from the family is even a thing that exists and that it furthermore is seen as the ultimate form of punishment emphasizes two things:

Questioning, doubt, and dissent are discouraged or even punished. There is no room in the House of Black to politely disagree or hold any sort of discourse on ideals. Even at the tender young age of sixteen, Sirius was summarily blasted off of the family tapestry and considered a traitor by the Black family for expressing his malcontent and running away to the Potters, a blood traitor family. Any member of House Black is obliged to conform to their ideologies or be expelled, which is seen as the worst possible outcome.

The most loyal members (the “true believers”) feel there can be no life outside the context of the group. They believe there is no other way to be, and often fear reprisals to themselves or others if they leave—or even consider leaving—the group. In a normative, healthy family situation, being formally dismissed from the group usually only occurs under dire circumstances and often even then doesn’t fully occur at all. The implementation of characters such as Sirius and Andromeda prove early on that the family’s dogmatic beliefs are non-negotiable and that deviation has consequences.

The leadership induces feelings of shame and/or guilt in order to influence and control members. Often this is done through peer pressure and subtle forms of persuasion. This might be considered to be a more headcanon-y than explanatory point, given I don’t readily have any examples of shame or guilt being utilized directly, but given that these other points exist and are true within the narrative, it would be impossible for those things to have occurred without the use of shame and guilt to manipulate family members, even in occasions when it isn’t intended to deliberately. The peer pressure aspect of control is an especially pointed aspect of the situation, given that they are a family, having one’s entire family ascribe to certain beliefs and practices makes it a given.

The leadership dictates, sometimes in great detail, how members should think, act, and feel (e.g., members must get permission to date, change jobs, or marry—or leaders prescribe what to wear, where to live, whether to have children, how to discipline children, and so forth). This is a point easily illustrated by again referring to the tapestry blasting incident(s), as it was up to the Black patriarch what should be done about betrayals, and he even further punished those who continued to support Sirius in violation of his ruling. However, it’s also common for House Black to arrange marriages between family members to those families whose ideologies align with their own, and if a suitable match cannot be found, to keep the blood pure by arranging marriages within the family itself. These marital practices tie in with other notable behaviors (elitism, polarization, isolation), but most importantly, they illustrate an aspect of positive eugenics, which is the practice of selective breeding.

III. GENDER ROLES

The whole point of this excessively lengthy essay is to explain how and why selective breeding is canon and thereby explain my headcanons for Bellatrix’s relationship to her beliefs and her gender and why the two are inherently linked. The entire concept of supremacy and eugenics relies on the continuation of the genetic precepts that the supremacists view to be superior-- that is, there is an inherent obligation within these beliefs to carry on the pureblooded genes and to provide the future generation of supremacists. The brunt of this endeavor obviously falls upon women, as they bear children, but given the patrilineal and patriarchal nature of the family structure (and that of English culture in the 1950s), the implication is that rather than wanting women who can bear these children, the desire is for male heirs to carry on the family name and the family bloodline, which is their most sacred duty.

Having been born a woman in the House of Black was to have been born with a form of original sin in that Bellatrix had already failed to be a male heir. Her only recompense for this initial transgression is to go on to provide male heirs, especially given that her mother died trying (and failing) to do so. While there is very little personal information available about Cygnus Black, we do know that his wife provided him with three daughters rather than a son, and died giving birth to Narcissa and left him to raise these daughters alone. Without a doubt, Cygnus would have viewed his failure to provide a male heir as a shortcoming, and given that his wife was dead, there was no way for him to vent his resentment on her. This is where we cross over into headcanon territory because I can’t prove anything about who Cygnus Black was as a person from the original text; however, it stands to reason giving the existing evidence and narrative structure (and how his daughters each turned out) that he was not a well man and that subsequently Bellatrix’s childhood was not a healthy or happy one as a result of that.

As the oldest child, Bella had little in the way of protection from her father’s dictatorship, although she did her best to shield her sisters from it once she had sisters. She always took the brunt of her father’s expectations, and his wrath should those expectations fail to be met. This is why, of all the Black sisters, Bellatrix held her supremacist values and mission the closest to her heart, and why I believe she and Narcissa held such a close relationship despite the onset of Bellatrix’s very obvious descent into madness. I also believe this is the key difference between Bellatrix and Sirius: although they both came from House Black, they grew up to be polar opposites. I think it was Rowling’s intention here to illustrate that no matter where you come from, you choose your own beliefs and destiny and you can choose to be good rather than evil or some shit, but I don’t think it’s necessarily as clear as simply choosing a different set of beliefs. I think that Sirius and Bellatrix were raised in very different conditions that instilled the same beliefs differently, and therefore had a different effect. Then one might point out Andromeda, but there’s a difference there, too-- not only did she have Bella to provide a barrier between her and their father that Bellatrix did not have, but she also experienced love outside of the family, which is a whole other set of variables I won’t begin to get into. Suffice to say that falling in love is an external catalyst which can’t be accounted for, and it certainly didn’t happen to Bellatrix.

As an adult, Bellatrix would have had a clear duty to take a pureblooded husband and provide him with male heirs. I do have a whole headcanon (which frankly deserves its own post but I digress) that she was first engaged to her Hogwarts sweetheart, but that he died early in the first war before they could be married, and as a result, her father arranged her marriage to Rodolphus Lestrange instead. This was not just to fulfill the whole get-married-have-babies mandate, but also because Bellatrix went mad with grief after her fiancé's death, and it’s really her first tangible, visible detachment from emotional stability. Her father’s solution to simply replace her fiancé might have been fine, had the couple not experienced infertility issues and been unable to produce children.

Infertility is not so surprising when one takes into account the rampant inbreeding in both the Black and the Lestrange families. Generations of intermarriage in the name of blood purity is guaranteed to give a myriad of health issues, certainly not all of which might be cured through magical means. However, an inability to fulfill her duties as they relate to Bellatrix’s personhood would be, to her, an absolute and unmitigated failure on her part. Fertility issues are already an enormous strain without the added pressures of a bloodline to preserve, but especially given that Andromeda essentially defected from the cause, the responsibility lies solely with Bellatrix and Narcissa, and as the older daughter, the responsibility is once again heavily on Bella. Her inability to conceive disallows her from adhering to her most sacred principles, which Bellatrix views as a failure on her part and results in a definitive rift in her self esteem and identity that she could not repair. She is desperate to be good and pure by the standards in which she was raised, and to fulfill what she views as her destiny, but she is unable to, and this destroys her.

IV. SYNTHESIS & RELEVANCE

Having been raised into these conditions, Bellatrix was conditioned into holding House Black and its doctrine at the forefront of her being. Because she held these beliefs so firmly and from such a young age, being a pure blooded witch is a part of Bellatrix’s identity and her self esteem. This is why any affront to these beliefs upsets her so much; it is a personal betrayal not just of these ideals but also of her wholly as a person. What made her turn on family members who had been burned off of the Black family tapestry was how personally she took their choice to leave. It was a personal betrayal, it was a publicly humiliating snub by someone who ought to have been on her side. Who did she have to rely on but family? The word family carries with it an expectation that they would die for the name Black and subsequently anyone who bore that name. Betraying the family was the same as a personal betrayal to Bellatrix, and was essentially spitting on everything Bella believed to be the most sacred and important obligations they held.

These circumstances create the perfect candidate for an offshoot of the pureblood supremacy cult, the Death Eaters. In the context of the House of Black, Lord Voldemort would have been the obvious escalation and clear apotheosis of pureblood supremacist ideals. Since Bellatrix had already been raised in an environment where the ends justifies the means and violence was an acceptable and omnipresent tool (she had ancestors who literally tried to make muggle hunting a legal sport so it’s not a stretch to think that House Black implemented casual violence elsewhere), she was an ideal fit for an extension of that ideology that placed more emphasis on negative eugenics and moving into the extermination of those deemed unworthy of their society.

V. AZKABAN

Following the conclusion of the First Wizarding War in 1981, Bellatrix was incarcerated at Azkaban at the age of 30, when she still had time to conceive a child. Her fanatical religious devotion for her cause convinced her that she would not be in prison for very long, but as she passed the decade mark, it would have been very clear to Bellatrix that if she were having fertility issues in her twenties, having aged past forty would make it very nearly impossible to get pregnant once the dark lord finally came to rescue them. Perhaps her belief in his infinite power led her to believe that Voldemort could magically fix whatever was the impediment to conception, or perhaps, having long given up on conceiving a child, Bellatrix viewed this failure as a reason to prove herself, a reason that she had to be the most dedicated, the most accomplished of his followers-- because she had failed in all other aspects and this was all she felt she had left to contribute to the pureblooded cause.

Either way, her spent youth would have clearly marked her failure in what she viewed as perhaps the most important endeavor in life, and one might suggest that her regression to a child-like state of mind following her traumatic incarceration in Azkaban could be an unconscious response to her desire to return to her youth in order to fulfill this expectation of her; or a desire to return to a time when she was not a failure but instead could still be of value to the ideologies in which she was raised and through which she viewed her purpose in life.

One could also surmise that Bellatrix’s recklessness in battle and her willingness (and possibly eagerness) to die for the cause of her pureblooded messiah might be due to this failure and the hope that at least if she died before the onset of menopause, it could be said that she was murdered before she could fulfill her duty, rather than being accused of having failed at it altogether. It’s also worth mentioning that her father had died while she was in Azkaban, and with his death, she lost any opportunity to finally earn his love and approval.

#meta ❝𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿 𝙸𝚃 𝚄𝙿 𝙴𝙻𝚃𝙾𝙽 𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽❞#this is SO LONG #but it's SO IMPORTANT #this post includes all of my most relevant hcs for bella #and my interpretation of so much of her canon #it took me over 4hrs to write #and I know I promised it like 2wks ago #but here it is finally

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whitherliliesbloom · 4 years ago

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I’m free forever. Free to sail the seas beyond the edges of the map. Free from death itself.

Headcanon for Pirate AU Kaye under the cut!

Captain of the Noctilux (light of the night), a galleon that is home to a notorious band of pirates who call themselves ‘The Wandering Equinox’. Unlike most other pirates, Kaye isn’t interested in pillaging or murder. Instead, he and most of his crew became pirates to live a life of freedom and adventure - as well as to stir up mischief with the rich and noble - who a lot of them hold a grudge against.

In the pirate au, Kaye is about 26 years-ish old.

GENERAL

Kaye’s personality can be described as stoic and aloof, but surprisingly lax and laid back for being a captain of a large crew. He’s quiet, reserved and isn’t especially chatty, but he can be loud and charismatic when he needs to be - as required for him to be a leader. While he does enforce some rules on his ship, he isn’t very strict about them - so long as the safety and wellbeing of his crew isn’t being compromised. He’s also against physical torture as a form of punishment like flogging. As such, his crew is quite carefree and playful. It’s not uncommon to hear laughter, singing and see games being played on ship. In fact, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say Kaye, in comparison to many other pirate captains on the seven seas, is kind of a glorified babysitter to a band of misfits.

Make no mistake though, Kaye is still the captain... and he WILL punish anyone who goes out of line - especially if a crewmate’s offence is hurting an innocent person or their own crewmates. He would never allow anyone who he knows is openly malicious or sadistic to others into his crew and he can be rather merciless in killing someone he deems cruel and despicable enough to deserve it.

Minor transgressions are met with less severe punishments, such as scrubbing the deck or being tied to the mast for an hour (the crew jokingly calls it the ‘time out mast’). In some cases, Kaye asks them to spar with him to train their physical combat. Most of them come out of the training session with aching muscles and many many bruises.

Kaye doesn’t really take much pride in being the captain - if anything he sees it as a mere duty. It’s not always obvious, especially to newcomers, but the older members of the Wandering Equinox will tell you that Kaye had to learn and get his ass handed to him many many times before he learned to be the good leader that he is today despite his considerably young age.

CREW RULES (in no particular order)

No fighting with one another - armed or otherwise. Sparring matches are fine, but they are to be overseen by at least one of the captain’s trusted officers or the captain himself.

All crewmates are to keep their weapons clean and ready at all times.

No crewmate shall have monopoly over any one type of resource. Everyone will learn to share and show kindness to their neighbor if they need provisions like fresh water more. This goes for the captain himself as well.

Lights are to be put out by nine at night. If anyone wants to stay up to drink beyond that time, they’ll have to do it upon the open deck so as to not disturb those who wishes to sleep.

Practice self-restraint in the consumption of alcohol. If you fall off the boat by accident while drunk, that’s your problem.

Sexual misconduct or harassment of any kind is to be punished by throwing the offending crewmate overboard IMMEDIATELY.

Pillaging and robbing the poor or vulnerable is strictly prohibited. Steal from the rich, give to the poor.

BACKSTORY

Kaye’s real name is Lazala Tatozala, the illegitimate son of a nobleman who had an affair with a peasant bar lady. For the first few years of his life, his mother took care of him and raised him to be a morally upstanding person - until she one day succumbed to illness. He was later taken in to live with his father’s household. His father’s wife, a governor’s daughter, was furious to learn of her husband’s affair, and took a lot of her frustrations out on young Lazala, abusing him physically and mentally. About a year after Laz has moved into the family when he was just 6 summers old, the woman had a son - Rokozala Tatozala.

The two boys had a strained relationship growing up - with Roko being pampered and treated with the love and affection from his birth mother and father that Laz never had. While Laz attempted to be a good big brother for Roko; feeding him what little food Laz was already allowed to have, offering to play with Roko, watching over Roko, Roko always kept his distance and was wary of Laz. Roko was taught by his mother that Laz was a lesser being - an unwanted bastard child who is unclean, and so grew up with the prejudice ingrained inside him. The older he grew, the more distant he became to his older brother.

Laz was one day visited by a mysterious man, a pirate captain who claimed to be Laz’s birth mother’s brother - making Laz his nephew. Though skeptical at first, the man took Laz to his old childhood home, and told the boy that he hadn’t known about his sister’s death until just recently since he’d spent the last several years sailing around the world.

His uncle told Laz all about his adventures as a pirate - free from the burdens of society, and offered to take Laz on board his crew and train him on how to be a pirate. Laz agreed.

Now a teen, Laz spent the next several years under his uncle’s wing, training not only physically in combat from what he later learned was apparently one of the best fighters upon the seven seas, but also the tips and tricks of the pirate trade. He inherited his uncle’s moral code to never hurt the weak or innocent, and was later told that should anything ever happen to the captain, he would want Laz to take over his responsibilities.

Wanting to leave behind his family and birth name, Laz went by the alias of Kaye and has since led his life as a wanderer of the seas.

OTHER HEADCANONS

Kaye is a master of a variety of weapons, using anything from daggers, cutlass, spears and axes to fight. He’s not as good when it comes to the use of firearms but he will use pistols and muskets if he has to.

Extremely agile, fast and strong. Has beaten a lot of people older than him in hand to hand combat.

Loves sweets but... they’re kind of a rarity to have on board. He doesn’t like alcohol, but puts up with drinking grog while he’s sailing. He’s never not sober - due in part to his careful consumption of alcohol as well as his high tolerance of it.

He can read and write, but he’s not the most book smart person on board... and his vocabulary is somewhat limited.

Compared to his canon self, pirate captain Kaye swears more frequently and he’s become used to blurting out certain pirate lingo even when he’s speaking to non-pirates.

The ship Kaye inherited from his uncle wasn’t originally named the Noctilux, Kaye renamed it and the crew after his uncle met his end prematurely.

Despite what happened, Kaye doesn’t actually hate or hold a grudge against Roko - and a part of him blames himself for not having the courage to ask Roko to run away with him back when he was offered a place on his uncle’s ship; not that Roko would have agreed to anyway.

Often refuses medical treatment because he believes the medical supplies should be saved for his crew. Often has to be dragged into the infirmary by Nanami and Illya by force to get his wounds treated.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #kaye #gpose #headcanons #pirate au #mine #This took a while to write out wow #i wanted to include pictures of kaye's half brother in here somewhere but #thought it'd be out of place so #that will be a separate set probably

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sensoriella · 5 years ago

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CANON DIVERGENCE: CRIME SORCIERE’S PARDON.

disclaimer: please note that this analysis does not necessarily reflect any personal out of character opinions. people who have murdered and committed violent crimes are obviously bad and deserve punishment. whether i think people like that can be redeemed in a realistic setting is a concept i don't even feel like fathoming in a casual roleplay setting. it’s simply incomprehensible to me because well, i don’t know any murders or criminals in real life. and if i did, i would probably pick the sensible answer and say no, or that it would take an immeasurably long time and probably lots of psychiatric council. ( much longer than the span of the fairy tail series ) BUT, i didn’t major in human psychology or criminal justice unfortunately, so i’m going to work with this pardon thing in a fictional sense the best i can.

it’s difficult to understand how exactly the justice system of fiore works. but given the amount of excused ‘crimes’ and disregarded acts that have occurred for other mages ( not in dark guilds ), the crime sorciere pardon isn’t that hard to believe. also please consider the fact that fiorian royalty isn’t exactly clean of non-violent acts themselves. i mean, they have a group of mage executioners than kill people ( maybe brutally, for all the royals know ) on their behalf!

mind you, crime sorciere is not pardoned easily. per plotting with other crime sorciere muses, these former dark guild wizards participate in a series of ethic / criminal trials to answer for their sins and past crimes. their trials go on for weeks to months. after the alvarez war, they were held under strict probation ( via magic resistant trackers ) and were not allowed to leave the city of crocus during those trials. their pardon does not occur absent of conditions. so be aware that their freedom doesn’t come without a price, and their lives do not necessarily become easy nor more peaceful.

so how did this become possible ? why were ex-criminals and former fugitives allowed to walk free ?

firstly, why would crime sorciere wizards agree to the pre-trial terms at all? why would they all consent to magic trackers and even bother facing the trials ? they could’ve ran again, fled the country even, in the smoke of post-war chaos. yet it’s hard to believe that a guild who took arms against an enemy in support of fiore would abandon their home now. they could’ve just left the country ages ago, before the war got ugly at least. i personally theorize that they want their voices to be heard. they want to be forgiven in the eyes of the public in pursuit of a better future, because they do not enjoy the fugitive life! isn’t it the main purpose of crime sorciere to atone for their sins and find peace within themselves–––to be able to lead lives where they don’t have to feel shunned and hated by the world? one could argue that defeating zeref was the main purpose, but i truly can’t see that being a strong enough reason for them to risk their lives for years in service of fiore, when they can just leave and forget everything–––let the dark wizard be the light guilds’ problem! it’s always been about a bigger picture for them, whether it be survival, redemption, or just simply being able to live with themselves after all their lives hit rock bottom. it’s also possible that many, if not most, of them had no intention of returning to jail if things went sour. they are tired of running nonetheless.

going into the trial period, they’re smart enough to know that their participation in the war helped the country immensely ( yes, i do believe they helped. even if most of what canon shows us is members being K.O.ed by august. ) every action, every collaboration, and their appearances at the war, some members making a bigger impact than others, made a difference in bringing down the common enemies. members of crime sorciere are smart enough to know that fiore can’t just ignore that.

so let’s go back to the beginning, to remember the extent of their past transgressions. jellal deceived fiorian leaders, abused his council authority, kept a slave operation afloat, murdered, and attempted to destroy many lives–––all under the influence of a higher manipulator. ultear did . . . most of the same, on top of her allegiance with grimoire heart who were involved in the destruction of various villages and mass killings. meredy was associated with grimoire heart, and it’s likely that she too took part in violent crimes. ( whether she personally killed mages or not ) the oracion seis also participated in the destruction of various guilds and mass killings. the oracion seis members, and this is canonly mentioned, killed for money or as a result of completing jobs. were those deaths warranted? does that make things better? not really, but it makes them slightly more manageable than the others, i’m sorry to say, with the proper conditions. the problem with the oracion seis, is they haven’t been freed from prison for very long, so they appear more unpredictable than jellal, meredy, and ultear. whereas, the original crime sorciere members proved that they are able live ‘peacefully’ in fiore for at least seven years. again they didn’t attack innocents only dark guilds, and they exclusively carried out their work in a non-public manner, for their own sake.

now, breaking convicts out of prison is definitely frowned upon. ultear and meredy participated in the prison break of jellal, freeing him well before the end of his sentence time. in regards to the oracion seis ‘prison break’, please note that one wasn’t even a prison break! the oracion seis was set free per official order of a man of the magic council. if anything, he should’ve been penalized for the same crime that ultear and meredy committed. but he wasn’t because justice is twisted in fiore. so these crimes are also hard to overlook, but with enough persuasion and the right ‘connections’, not impossible.

crime sorciere was always meant to be a stealth operation. they were quiet and lived under the radar. they didn’t disturb the innocent public, or interact with anyone else unless it was absolutely necessary. there main targets were always dark wizards and dark guilds, which provided more help than harm through the council’s eyes. meredy and ultear watched the grand magic games from a mountain, because they didn’t want to be within sniffing distance of the rune knights. it’s clear that they probably spent most of their crime sorciere years that way. while in crime sorciere, the oracion seis didn’t commit violent crimes under jellal’s rein. not just because of jellal watching their every move, but because they were smart enough to keep their heads down. given that fact, one of the platforms that they used to argue is that they have not truly committed any illegal acts after ‘disbanding’ from their original designated dark guild, under their original leader ( re: jellal participating in the gmg. since that act more so involved the grand magic games society, it’s not really within the jurisdiction, or concern, of the magic council. basically, cheating is bad, but it doesn’t warrant incarceration. ) this is assuming that it’s not necessarily an imprisonable offense to be an unofficial guild, so long as they don’t accept illegal jobs or disturb the innocents. which they hadn’t. i assume it’s not warranted to arrest to be in an independent guild, because crime soricere operated for seven years, while the council knew of their existence, without being caught. either the rune knights are terrible at their job ( probably ) or they didn’t care enough if said guild wasn’t bothering anyone innocent.

a huge argument that can be made in favor of their freedom, is their ‘community service’ to fiore that extended for up to 2 years. ( 7 years for some members ) yes, their actions were very ‘vigilante’ like, but their acts were more annoying, yet helpful, to the council than wicked. they also argued on how it would be unjust to criminalize them for being quiet and non-destructive as an independent guild, when some legal guilds are capable of demonstrating unethical and destructive results of their behavior, without receiving arrest. ( tips hat to fairy tail )

when it came to past transgressions, some could argue that they had received punishment. most of them were imprisoned for seven years. others were forced to live life in solitude, forcibly exiled from fiorian cities and towns. is that a suitable punishment? not really, but something is better than nothing.

during their trials, individuals may have testified against or in favor of the pardon. it's safe to say an array of opinions came flooding in.

parents of children, whom which erik had saved from human trafficking, were in favor of the conditional pardon. human trafficking is a huge issue in fiore and often slips under the council’s nose. some found that this was an example of demonstrated acts of good will and capabilities of change.

those affected by the nirvana incident, were not in favor. nirvana’s awakening specifically affected three official guilds. blue pegasus and lamia scale took the most damage at the hands of the oracion seis. unfortunately for them, some could say that having the original proprietor and mastermind of the nirvana plot, Master Brain, left behind bars was sufficient justice ( hey this headcanon where Brain was left alive came in handy! ) especially since many of the other oracion seis members were under the age of 18 during that crime. ( i’m not saying this is adequate justice nor does it excuse the oracion seis of their crimes. trust me, it’s a brutal situation and many people would’ve been rightfully angry. but it's a small detail that helped them down the road to granted redemption. )

some fairy tail members were also in favor of the pardon, due to personal / professional ties with certain members of the guild–––and due to lack of suffering by the guild. yes there’s biases were involved unfortunately! but this happens all the time in fiore canon, so why can’t it work here too? fairy tail may have fought all of these members at one point, but since they didn’t receive grave injuries ( and some even bonded with / forgave them after ) they simply didn’t feel the need the vote against a pardon. and unfortunately for some, fairy tail is a very powerful guild both physically and politically. fairy tail’s guild master has pulled enough strings in the past to make their voice exceptionally influential.

villagers, non-mages, mages, and anyone else who suffered as collateral damage at the hands of grimoire heart and the oracion seis would not have been in favor. it might not have been personal for the dark guilds, but it was personal to them. but given the amount of many years that have passed since their conflicts with those guilds ( both of which were disbanded, guild masters either dead or imprisoned ), and it’s difficult to place designated blame on ex-guild individuals. those witnesses may have to settle for probationary terms and certain pardon conditions.

other guild members personally affected by some crime sorciere wizards like kagura, who have valid reason to hate jellal for the death of her brother, for example, may have also taken part in the trials. complicated opinions may have been made in favor or opposition of the pardon. ( i will not go into too much detail about this, as decisions of certain character opinions rests with those who write as them. )

unfortunately for anyone else who didn’t favor the pardon, most enemies of members of crime sorciere and the oracion seis were also dark guild wizards, or dead. so their input could not be presented before a judge as reliable input. yes, this is a loophole that really benefited crime sorciere the most.

after the rigorous trials and ethnic screenings, crime sorciere was granted a conditional pardon. several terms had to be abided by for this to come to pass. the independent guild of crime sorciere, under the rule of jellal, was forced to disband. the council just couldn’t bring themselves to allow a guild, run by a man who betrayed the council in the past, to exist. per a idea thought of by jana and marcy, the crime sorciere members had to participate in a reintegration program. following disbandment, former crime sorciere members were made to enter this program if they wished to remain in fiore, otherwise leave the country in exile. the reintegration program was a means to encourage those ex-convicts to learn to live in the fiorian society as model citizens. members were not allowed to pursue jobs without supervision of approved s-class mages of legal guilds. the ex-cons of crime sorciere had to demonstrate ethical behavior and were forbidden to accept jobs without a ‘mentor’ consent. this probationary period may last between months to years, depending on the behavior of said member. crime sorciere ex-members were not allowed to pursue any independent jobs, until the probationary period was complete. of course, the mages of crime sorciere were not happy with this arrangement, but the outcome would far benefit the possibly of incarceration and, for some, banishment. crime sorciere ex-members were also held financially responsible for any transgressions they caused in the past ( ex: medical expenses of mages they harmed ). another condition would be that psychiatric / cognitive counsel ( aka. therapy!! ) is also a necessity in order for the ex-crime sorciere members to be confidently released independently back into society.

after the conditional period was completed successfully by all members, a new crime sorciere was eventually allowed to be legalized, providing a more trusting and suitable master ( in the eyes of the council ) would lead. meredy, a former crime sorciere / grimoire heart member with mostly misdemeanor crimes ( all of which occurred under the age of 13 ) was permitted to reform the guild under certain guidelines and close monitoring. meredy would present the idea before the council ( perhaps a year or so later ) and inform them of the benefits crime sorciere could have on the country. it was meredy’s goal, inspired by jellal and ultear, to rebuild the guild so that it would be recognized by the council to help reformed convicts and troubled mages to rehabilitate and integrate into society. most new members would most likely be those who recently served their debt to society, but were not trusted enough to be left alone. it would be the renewed crime sorciere’s aspiration to help future problematic mages become functional members of fiore. while other wizards may have been suitable for the role of acting master, meredy would demonstrate the most ethical improvement in character, the cleanest record ( of previous crime sorciere wizards ) and pose as a model mentor for mages who previously strayed from a moral path.

#i hope this makes sense tbh #GOD This was long #this is a very important headcanon i've been meaning to write #my fellow cs rp partners can feel free to adopt this hc if you want !#if you would like to create your own hcs in ref to this ( regarding ind. trials ) please do so !!??#i didn't want to go into too much detail about the trials bc well...#it's not my place to hc exactly what may have been said from/about wizards involved #♡ headcanon. — ❛ far too young to die.#♡ canon div. — ❛ never looking back.#also i proofread this 36236897 times so sorrry if there may be typos ??#im tired jfc

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duocreatix · 5 years ago

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Written confessions: a Good Omens headcanon

I recently had the opportunity to read this fanfiction, in which Crowley had a British pop band in the 1990s and wrote songs based on his own anxieties about Aziraphale. It sounded so appropriate to his character as a whole that I began to think... what similar could the angel do to vent his own anguish over an impossible romance with a demon?

Well, he's a bookseller, right? Why not write a book?

Aziraphale likes to read, obviously, but that doesn't mean it's good with written words. I honestly can't see him sitting at the table writing an entire novel, risking being caught by his superiors, producing a written proof of a fraternization that shouldn't happen, or forcing himself to imagine his whole story as one of someone else, as many brilliant authors do without hesitation.

So why not dictate a book instead?

As I live in Brazil, I'll use common elements of my reality here, one of them being the great popularity of Spiritism in my land. Spiritism is a religion / doctrine (read about it here) originated in France that deals with the evolution of the spirit through incarnations, and books dictated by disembodied spirits (and psychographed by mediums) are particularly well received in my country. As a collector of first editions and misspelled Bibles, it wouldn't surprise me if Aziraphale, at some point in the 19th century, had come across Allan Kardec's "Bible According to Spiritism," even though Spiritism wasn't so well received in the UK.

Or maybe even Heaven itself could designate Aziraphale to keep an eye on this new movement, which meets various precepts of the Catholic Church, and the angel spends a season in France watching the maturation and establishment of the fascinating Spiritist doctrine, which goes on to help as many anguished souls as possible on their way toward the light. He meets mediums, teachers, and spirit guides, who recognize in the angel an enormous weight without identifying exactly the cause. And, obviously, they offer help.

He hesitates, of course, but the kindness and willingness are a trigger for his weary soul, needy of at least one friend who understands his problem (he and Crowley parted ways after 1862, after all). And then he vented for hours, days, for the first time in 6000 years without feeling constrained by the fact that he was a supernatural entity... weren't they all there?

After a long (and emotional) outburst, one of the guiding spirits makes the kind suggestion: "Why not turn your incredible life story into a book? We have several mediums willing to write everything you narrate about all your millennia with your friend, and you don't even have to sign your real name! It'll help put your mind in place and consider everything you two experienced in a new light."

The angel considers the offer with great care for days. There was a real possibility of being discovered (and obviously punished) by Heaven if any of them knew that he had freely given his flaming sword, his encounters with the demon, and - most seriously of all - their Arrangement. He would need to think very carefully about which facts could be told and which should be omitted... But nothing terrified him more than the prospect of being discovered by Crowley in person, having his feelings revealed, being rejected, blackmailed, end up alone again...

Then he remembers, with a bittersweet feeling, that neither Heaven nor Crowley are interested in books, so neither side would even dream about the existence of such records if Aziraphale were cautious enough.

Then Aziraphale accepts. And, for several sessions, he sits next to a gentle middle-aged woman and discusses all the encounters and mismatches between him and Crowley, mindful to create a pseudonym for both of them. What should be a single book turns into a trilogy, titled "From the Garden to the World," and is one of the best-selling Spiritist books of the following years.

Dictating books doesn't solve his problems, of course, but brings some peace of mind that the angel no longer knew, and helps him focus for the next decades ahead without Crowley. And when his stability is threw off balance in 1941, he once more seeks the same guiding spirit and writes a new tale, published as "Reflections on Ruins" in France.

The intensity of narration filled with repressed emotions and the transgressive love of protagonists on opposite sides in a tense period in history wins the hearts of millions of readers around the world, and the four works signed by the spirit Erza Fell are translated into six different languages. Always in touch with spiritual friends made during his time in France, Aziraphale receives through them hundreds of letters from people who have found comfort and answers to their own love difficulties reading his. The courage of these strangers helps him reinforce his own courage to go against his own principles and hand over a small tartan thermos to Crowley filled with holy water in 1967...

Crowley doesn't discover the existence of such books by the blissful fact that he never goes into bookstores on his own, except when he's looking for some specific first edition for Aziraphale... who strives to keep the demon away from any spiritist book that might cross his path. This changes, however, during the period when both are focused on their own roles as influences for little Warlock.

Mrs. Dowling has a weakness for historical novels, especially narratives involving soul mates and rematches through the centuries. On a visit to the US, she returns with all the books written by the angel, and spends days talking about the story to Nanny Astoreth, how the protagonists seemed deeply in love with each other, how many hours she had spent sobbing while reading the fourth book. ... "You need to read to understand", she says, pushing the first volume into the nanny's hands, "I need at least one person in this country who has also read these books to chat about them!"

Crowley sighs, accepts the book politely, and buries it deep in his carpet bag, staying there for the next few years until the eve of Armageddon. Fidgeting in his apartment, he looks for things to distract his mind, and finds the old bag of his nanny days tucked into the back of the closet. There weren't exactly many things there, just a lamp, a large mirror, extra pairs of shoes, a tape measure ... and a crumpled book that would make Aziraphale shiver.

The demon laughs at the cover, two hands holding an apple at the same time (gosh, how many memories ...), and the author's name - or would it be co-author? How did that work in spiritist books? - sounded curiously familiar, but the smile fades from his face when his eyes are drawn to a specific paragraph, right in the first pages:

"I never thought too much about the implications of having a demon under my wing, we were probably the only two beings capable of dialogue at that time in Eden, and the first storm was too long, too cold, to pass by myself, even if it meant passing with a vile serpent. The same serpent I hoped it would never leave my side for the next six thousand years. "

Crowley swallows hard, feeling his mouth as dry as a desert. This description invoked memories too old, too intimate, to be described by someone who hadn't lived them. But Aziraphale wouldn't have had the audacity to write his own experiences on Earth so openly, would he?

Well, there’s only one way to find out: reading the book.

In the end, Aziraphale had indeed the audacity to write their story from his own point of view, the bastard.

It was odd, reviewing millennia of memories through someone else's eyes, but at least it helped him to understand the angel's attitude on multiple occasions and, even more surprising, the impact their fraternization had on his worldview (not enough, apparently, but bigger than he expected).

Bustling, Crowley finishes the first book in one hour and set out on a rampant search for the next three books in London, with no patience to order them online (who could say the world would still be there after Saturday?). Dozens of bookstores later, the demon found the only specialized bookshop in the region and, after intense negotiation with the seller (Why were all tallow owners so greedy???), he finally sits in his apartment with the stack of books on one side and two bottles of whiskey on the other.

Many hours go by, and two bottles aren't enough for Crowley to continue absorbing so much information (he summons other three), reliving scenes he'd like to forget ...

"I should never have used the term 'fraternize', but what else could I say with Heaven and Hell watching us, while the only constant being in this mutating world suddenly asks me for something that could erase him from all the planes of existence?"

(Oh, that afternoon in 1862, what he wouldn’t give to go back in time and cover his own mouth before saying that hateful "I don't need you"... He needed, God knows well how much he needed his angel and mourned over their distance through the following 80 years!)

It isn't any easier to read what comes after that day. The loneliness, the desperate need for something that would made Aziraphale less empty finding echo in Crowley's chest, an ache of empathy that a real demon would never feel in their eternal life. He finishes "Reflections on Ruins" with a sigh, laying on the ground and staring at the ceiling for minutes that looked like hours to him. The world hasn't changed, they were still one step away from Armageddon and the Antichrist was still missing, Heaven and Hell were just waiting for their moment tho start the war they longed for millennia.

But all he could think was how much he wanted to look at Aziraphale's big blue eyes once more.

Crowley inhales deeply ans sobers up before picking up his phone and dialing the number of the bookshop. He doesn't have a plan, but he can think of anything on his way to the bandstand.

#good omens #Headcanon #sorry for my poor english #if anyone wants to write more please feel free

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thepuckishrogue · 6 years ago

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Javier Escuella x GN!Reader in: Keep Quiet

NSFW ABCs || K is for ‘Kinks’

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ Previous: “Miss me?” || J is for ‘Jack Off’

|| ao3 version | abcs m.list | rdr m.list | writing blog ||

↠ Requested By: No one, naturally. ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: NSFW, obviously. ((MINORS BEGONE!!)) ↠ CWs/TWs: Mind the titles of the sections in the HC portion! As for the ficlet, semi-public sex (as in it’s done in a public space, but not one where you’ll readily get caught) as well as darkness induced sensory deprivation. ↠ Total WC: 4.4k~

“We paid good money to get in here, might as well poke around a bit, yeah?” Clearly he’s looking for something specific, though when you question him about what exactly that something is he just smiles that little smile that has been the prelude to trouble many, many times over the years…

↠ In which Mister Escuella and his amor make their own fun at the Blackwater Grand Theater.

Kinks || One or more of their kinks.

CW/TWs: Again, be v. mindful of the titles of the sections! Nothing’s too out there or graphic, imo, but if any of the themes discussed below make you uncomfy for whatever reason feel free to skip over them/peace out of this work all together. And remember—your peace of mind is always more important than your nut, lmao…

Oh BOY do I have some thoughts on this. Come, children (that had better not be actual children), and let us rap a taste on this, shall we?

In a valiant attempt to not make this even more of a monster of a thing than anyone cares to read I’ll be doing a top ten type deal, organized in no real order because if I have to sit down and think about that we’ll be here all night. This is a long one, folks. As in ‘eight pages in Word’ long. God help us all.

1 || Dom/Sub play

↠ He loves having you place so much trust in his hands, and he takes his role as your dom v. seriously. Doesn’t matter the flavor, he’s gonna make sure that you get everything that you want and need out of the dynamic.

You want a Daddy to take care of you? He got you fam.

Are you a service sub looking for guidance? He’s here for that.

Maybe you’re a brat looking to be tamed—yeah, he can do that too.

It doesn’t matter what it is you need He 👏 Got 👏 You 👏

↠ Regardless of the specifics of your arrangement, if you let him tie you up he’ll return your willingness with all the orgasms your body can handle…

…and maybe a few more after that. Watching you writhe against your restraints while he overstimulates you is a true thing of wonder and beauty to him.

But more on that can be found later in this list.

↠ But utilizing rope and the like isn’t the only way he’ll chose to bind you. In actuality he prefers to use his words.

To quote another sexy mofo: “When I say something—I mean that shit.” –Erik Killmonger, 2k18

If he gives you an order he expects you to obey, without question or hesitation. If you want to be bratty you WILL face the consequences.

Said consequences will vary depending on his mood/the severity of your transgression.

He’s not super big on spanking, usually reserving it for when you’re being especially obstinate, though if you’re into it he can be convinced to oblige you more often.

His preferred method of punishing you is either overstimulating you until you’re begging him to stop or edging you until you’re begging him to cum—there is no in between.

Complete orgasm denial is rare. Usually he’ll leave you aching and wanting for a while, but he’ll (almost) always either finish the job himself or allow you to.

↠ All that being said, I headcanon Javi as being a reluctant switch.

Domming is his jam, he lives for that shit, but he also loves the fuck outta you so if you want to take the lead on occasion then he’ll allow it.

The key words there being ON OCCASION.

This will, in no way, be a common occurrence.

This isn’t to say he’s one of those people who always needs to be on top or anything like that, but he does like having control.

But even if you’re riding him you can bet your sweet ass that his hands’ll be on your hips guiding you with varying degrees of subtlety depending on the mood.

Hell even if you’re the one fucking him he’s still in control (Power bottom? Power bottom. lmao)

He really, really does not like giving up control completely—blame that on past experiences—so if he trusts you enough to hand over the reins fully…

Look, just don’t doubt the depth of his love for you at that point is all I’m saying.

2 || Power Imbalances

↠ I feel like there’s probably a better term for this, but I don’t know it and that’s not the point.

↠ ((Also I’m fairly certain that this could be tied in with the previous section, but my having so many Thoughts™ on the matter means it’s more than long enough to stand on its own. But ever as always I digress…))

↠ Anyways! It’s nothing super severe, but like… fucking you while he’s still mostly clothed and you’re naked as the day you were born? *chef’s kiss*

↠ Would sensory deprivation tie into this?

Imma say… Yeah, sure, why not?

He’ll cover your eyes, bind your hands, and just leave you there for a bit.

Maybe he leaves the room completely, maybe he just sits in a chair and watches you squirm—it all depends on the mood he’s going for, really.

Expect lots of random touches of varying pressure to various places.

He may even bring a few objects into the mix; feathers, crops, pearls, ect.

((See the ficlet for ‘T’ if you want more on that.))

Also if we’re talking a modern AU then he might pull out a vibe to tease you with. Again, it all just depends on the mood.

Though he enjoys it, this isn’t something he does very often as he loves the feeling of your hands on his body and lives for seeing the way your eyes go hazy as your orgasm takes you.

↠ He also likes seeing if he can make you cum with just his voice alone.

Spoiler: He can.

Singing as well as he does it’s not exactly surprising that he has such excellent control over his voice. Likewise his being an expert in all things you it’s just as unsurprising that he knows how to drive you over the edge with little more than a few nuanced sentences.

He’s already the king of dirty talk, and when he pitches his voice just so? Ugh, Sir, please…

*moans in voice kink* lmao

↠ Also roleplaying ties into this.

I don’t think that as a rule he’d be too into RP-ing—he’s Javier fucking Escuella and that’s more than enough, as far as he’s concerned—but like pretending to be the big, bad outlaw that’s got you over a barrel? He’s down, he’s SO down.

But not as down as you’re gonna be when you’re on your knees gagging on his cock in exchange for your freedom.

3 || Choking

↠ It’s usually on the lighter side, but if he gets in a Mood he’ll put a bit more force behind it. Still, it’s never enough to make you pass out/actually do you any harm.

↠ There’s always enough pressure to let you know what’s up.

↠ The thing that really does it for him is the trust that goes into it.

His one (1) past relationship ended on a sour note because of a breach of trust and that betrayal broke him in many, many ways.

Since pulling himself back together he’s gained a new and deeper appreciation for the concept so to have you place so much in him with this act?

*The Wedding March plays softly in the distance*

↠ Turnabout might be fair play, but please do not make this mistake of wrapping your hands around his neck.

Honey’s got some bad memories of people literally coming for his neck—you’ve seen the scar.

He does accept kisses, nose nuzzles, and licks on said scar, however.

Just always make sure to come at him from the front if you’re gonna do any of that as he needs to see it coming.

The guy that tried to slit his throat came from behind and well—unless you’re trying to set off the Kill Bill sirens just do not do the thing.

He cannot be held responsible for any knee-jerk reactions (i.e. punching and-or stabbing) that may occur if he feels like he’s in danger.

↠ It should also be said that he will not hesitate to completely gag you on his dick.

*insert obligatory ‘Only if you’re okay with it!!’ here*

He loves to see your lips stretched around his fat cock, eyes leaking, drool dripping down your chin—the sloppier the better.

This also goes back to that trust thing I mentioned earlier. After all it takes a whole hell of a lot of the stuff to allow him to have so much control over your breathing/that pretty little throat of yours.

4 || Thigh Riding

↠ Again, it’s a power thing.

Blame his constant need to maintain control on his fucked up childhood. When you’ve had your power snatched away from you time and again by people who have too damn much of it you start to crave the stuff if only to protect yourself and those you love.

↠ But anyways!

↠ Being able to get you off with such an innocuous part of his body is, in his opinion, ridiculously H O T .

Ofc that doesn’t mean he’s not going to tease you about how loud you’re moaning or how obviously turned on you are.

When he inevitably starts getting outta pocket politely point out that he’s about to burst through his fly—that’ll shut him up.

…it’ll also end with you spread open underneath him either right then and there or at a later time depending on the circumstances.

↠ This sometimes serves as a form of foreplay if he’s too tired to get you ready with his more preferred methods.

While not as well-endowed as Charles or Arthur, he’s honey is thicc so he always makes sure that you’re nice and relaxed and ready for him.

Ideally you’ll have cum, or at least gotten close to cumming, before he takes you. He’s considerate like that lol…

↠ Also expect a lot of puns around your ‘riding skills’ because he’s kind of a dork.

5 || Light Bondage

↠ Again, there’s probably a sexier name for it, but still—not the point.

↠ I feel like this is p. self-explanatory, honestly, but let’s get into it anyway!

↠ First of all, his knot work is phenomenal.

If your first thought was some A/B/O related shit, don’t worry—I’m right there with you friend-o, lmao.

((god, I have been on the internet WAY too long))

Anyways! In this particular instance we’re talking about actual rope play.

Fun fact: this skill was gained at a far more innocent time in his life.

He actually stumbled across a book on knots during his childhood and it quickly became a favorite of his as it provided him with a v. cheap hobby.

Whenever he had a spare moment you could find him hunched over the book with a length of some cloth or another practicing.

Of course the other kids soon got in on this action so like just imagine a dozen or so kiddos all gathered around this old, worn book with their chosen strings all practicing and trying to outdo one another. Precious.

Eventually he managed to get his hands on a guitar and his old pastime fell to the wayside, only being used when something or someone needed to be secured.

It isn’t until he starts tying you up that he finds a new appreciation for the skill.

↠ Oddly enough he isn’t all that into shibari.

He thinks the intricate rope work is beautiful, but honestly he ain’t got time for that lol. But if you’re super keen on it he’ll break it out on special occasions.

When he does just uhh, just be prepared for a long ass session because he’s gonna make sure that you both thoroughly enjoy his efforts…

↠ Aside from binding you, he also likes to deprive you of your sense of sight, but we went over this already.

But again, it’s not unheard of for him to tie his bandana around your eyes before fucking you.

It’s also not unheard of for him to shove said bandana in your mouth to gag you.

This is rare as he really loves hearing you, but sometimes it’s necessary.

*cough*that time he fucked you in the storage closet in Blackwater’s theater*cough*

6 || Rough Sex

↠ As a rule Javier doesn’t really care too much about how he has you so long as he’s inside you.

↠ But be that as it may, he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t prefer, ahem, employing a firmer hand.

Hair pulling, spanking, bruising grips, stinging bites, thrusts hard enough to have you speaking in tongues… Yeah, he’s about that life.

He’ll only give you as much as you can handle, but if you can hang with him…

How do you want your rock?

An oval cut? Square? Maybe something tension set? Just let him know.

7 || Light Exhibitionism

↠ I already touched on this a bit in ‘D’, but let’s get a bit more in depth, shall we?

↠ Like I said before: people want to kill him and more than likely you as well, if you about that life too—hell, even if you’re not you’d still be a pressure point to exploit—so fucking in public places poses more risks for the pair of you than for the average couple.

↠ That being said, he’s still down for pulling you into a really off path alleyway for a quick romp.

He’ll never go further than fingering and-or oral, however.

Actual sex would leave you far too vulnerable for his liking. Again—safety first!!

↠ However, comma, if you’re near camp that’s an entirely different story.

Dutch runs a tight ship so there are always at least a few people on patrol at any given time which makes things a little bit safer.

It also raises your chances of getting caught as he won’t stray too far from their patrol.

He cites your safety, and while that is part of the reason he wants to stay close, you also know the thrill of potentially being caught is a major factor too.

↠ Now if we’re talking about a modern AU, then he’s got far more options.

Bars, clubs, house parties, concerts—he is not picky.

The very first thing I ever wrote for Javier starts out this very way.

Linkage: F!Reader | GN!Reader | M!Reader | AO3 Version

↠ Bathroom sex is definitely a thing that you’ll have if you’re with this man.

Tbh he’ll use any room that’s available. He’s not exactly the type to fuck you in your host’s bed, but their bedroom is fair game lmao.

Bathrooms are his favorite tho because mirrors.

Getting to take you in one of his favorite positions (backshots-backshots-backshots) in front of a mirror which indulges yet another of his kinks is a win-win-win*.

*The initial win in that sequence comes from being able to take you at all. You’re his tesoro, after all, and he cherishes you accordingly. ((treasure))

8 || Praise

↠ He loves to heap praise on you!

This man is one of the most reaffirming partners this side of the Dakota River.

Expect to be told how good you’re doing, how well you take his cock (and how damn pretty you look while doing it), ect.

He’ll also make double sure to tell you how good you’re making him feel.

Part of the reason he does this is because he actually wants you to know, but mostly he just likes watching you blush.

↠ Also lots and lots of pet names—usually in Spanish because he knows what his speaking in his mother tongue does to you.

↠ But it’s not all fluffy-fluff-fluffs—dude can, and will, get downright filthy.

Again, your blush is one of his favorite things ever so expect him to say some truly bawdy things, though somehow he always manages to stay on the right side of the sexy-raunchy line.

↠ In turn, he loves to have praise heaped on him too!

While he doesn’t have the ego of someone like Dutch, he’s not one to downplay his skills.

He knows that he’s good at many, many things and his prowess between the sheets is definitely at the top of the list.

Telling him how good he’s giving it to you will send him over the moon.

It will also have him feeling himself, but in all honesty that’s a v. valid response, all things considered.

The good thing about Javi is this praise will only make him keep his stroke game on point. After all, you have your expectations and he has a reputation to protect 😏

9 || Say my name, say my name~ 🎶

↠ I guess it’s low-key kind of a voice kink?

He’s definitely partial to the sound of your voice, regardless of what it is that you’re saying.

However you want to label it just make like a Destiny’s Child song and say his goddamn name.

Doesn’t matter if you’re cooing it at him after he does something you find utterly adorable, or moaning it while he goes down on you—he just loves hearing it.

↠ It’s all rooted in his oral fixation.

Mouths do things to him, even when they aren’t actively doing things to him.

If your mouth is parting around his name with any sort of affection? DED.

↠ It’s also due in large part to that primal part of a male’s brain that just preens at knowing he’s making his partner feel good.

He knows he’s doing his job and doing it well when all you can do is whimper his name over and over and over again…

10 || Finger Sucking™

↠ Let him slide his fingers in your mouth and he’ll be instantly hard.

↠ If he’s already hard then he’ll be ready to blow his load.

↠ Nobody knows why he finds it so sexy, he just does, let it be.

(of course it’s the fact that it echoes a blowie)

(there’s also the whole oral fixation thing I mentioned before too)

↠ If you slide your fingers into his mouth he won’t object—especially if they’re coated in the evidence of your arousal.

↠ Also if you lick and-or suck something off of your own finger do expect his lips to be latching on to yours in like .5 seconds.

“Oops! Looks like I got a bit of food on my finger, better lick it off.” And then just make direct eye contact as you slowly slide the digit into your mouth.

Someone just got a one-way ticket straight to the BoneZone lmfao.

Don’t be surprised if he stops you before your finger makes it to your mouth, however. Depending on his mood he may take care of that mess for you…

This boah can and will leave you weak in the knees just from sucking at/curling his tongue around your finger—trust and believe.

This is probably one of his favorite ways to be teased, and it will garner a very enthusiastic response without fail so use this knowledge wisely.

Keep Quiet || WC: ~1.5k

💦 Tags: So remember how I just said he fucked you in the storage closet at Blackwater Theater? Yeah, this is that lol. So I guess semi-public sex? You’re not out in the open or anything, but a janitor could pop in to get a mop or sumn. Other than that Javi gets a lil handsy if ya know what I mean. He also ends up gagging you to keep you quiet. Also-also a bit of finger sucking and mentions of grinding. Also-also-also darkness induced sensory deprivation and the heightened senses that go along with that.

Silent films, you decide as you stare at the voluptuous woman whose mouth moves rapidly despite the lack of sound, are boring as shit.

You only wish you’d come to this conclusion before your darling boyfriend had paid his two dollars to get you into Blackwater’s theater, but to be fair there was no real way of knowing that you wouldn’t enjoy the experience without actually experiencing it. The magic lantern shows that prefer the mobility that tents and benches afford them are great, and you always make an effort to drop in whenever one pops up. Short and usually crude in their humor, they’re just your brand of entertainment and you had oh-so-foolishly assumed that a motion picture would be much the same, if not better, but…

“Why is she crying? Again?” you whisper to the man at your side.

“Don’t ask me, amor,” Javier replies with a shrug. “I stopped paying attention ten minutes ago.”

His admission takes a huge weight off of your shoulders. He’d actually been more excited for the show than you, so to know that he’s also finding this to be extremely underwhelming goes a long way in making you feel better about things. Seeing no reason to stay when neither of you are enjoying yourselves you suggest a strategic exit and Javi’s quick to agree. Habits long since learned had you picking out seats close to the door so your departure doesn’t disturb anyone at least. The opulence that lies outside of the darkened room is a stunning to be sure, but you’re glad to be seeing the last of it—or at least you would be if you were actually leaving.

The questioning look you toss your man as he leads you deeper into the building garners a half shrug. “We paid good money to get in here, might as well poke around a bit, yeah?”

It turns out that the place is pretty damn monotonous. Door after cherry-stained door leads into rooms like the one you’d just left, only some of which are in the process of showing a film, while the central room that is used for proper plays is just more of the same, albeit on a larger scale. Despite the fact that there really isn’t much to the theater Javier still moves with a sense of purpose. Clearly he’s looking for something specific, though when you question him about what exactly that something is he just smiles that little smile that has been the prelude to trouble many, many times over the years…

“This is hardly what I was expecting.”

The admission comes on a pant some odd minutes later. You’d never have guessed that a storage closet would be your final destination, but now that you’re here—pressed against the wall with your man’s hand shoved down the front of your pants—you can’t imagine being anywhere else.

The nearly perfect dark of the closet keeps either of you from seeing anything, but that’s hardly a deterrent; Javier knows exactly where to touch you just as surely as you know he’s sporting a smirk at this very moment. So far you’ve been able to keep your sounds of pleasure at an acceptable volume, but then calluses are scraping over that spot and you can’t. The breathy quality of the resulting scream is the only thing that keeps the sound from carrying, but you both know that was just dumb luck. Yes, a more permanent solution is needed, but it doesn’t come in the form you expect.

You’re expecting warm lips to press themselves against yours, maybe a hand to clamp down over the lower half of your face—really anything but the soft press of silk against your mouth. The texture alone tells you that it’s Javi’s neckerchief, but the burst of the familiar scent that is so distinctly him confirms it.

“Open up, cariño,” he purrs as he presses his cloth-covered fingers more firmly against the seam of your lips. “We can’t have people snooping around in here because they’ve heard something they shouldn’t, so if you want this, and clearly you do”—the hand that’s still between your legs gives a purposeful stroke—“then we’ve got to make sure you stay quiet, yeah?” ((sweetheart))

By your lust-addled brain’s estimation his logic is irrefutable, though your body comes to this conclusion much sooner than the rest of you. Your lips part willingly under his fingers before the sentence has fully ended and the action leaves him chuckling even as he pushes his hips as far forwards as your positioning will allow. The act of sliding the silken cloth into your mouth distracts you both, and for a long moment all you can focus on is the way the material warms itself against your tongue and the fingers that lay just behind it; when those same fingers press just that little bit more firmly against your tongue you know it’s a silent invitation to suck. The neckerchief keeps you from getting a good seal, but what little suction you are able to provide leaves Javi rocking against you.

“Bueno. Tan bueno, amor,” he sighs as the hand between your legs starts up once more. ((Good. Very good, love))

Though the darkness has robbed you of your sight the rest of your senses have been sharpened into a fine point. Every moan of satisfaction seems louder, every glide of skin against heated skin headier; the taste of his bandana is odd, but thankfully not unpleasant, while the once stale air of the space is now heavy with the scent of your arousal. The picture that this cacophony creates is just as vivid, if not more so, than anything your eyes could comprehend in this moment and you find yourself growing just that little bit closer to your end because of it.

Muffled moans sound in time with the sharp thrusts of your hips and their cadence drives your man ever forward. His words come hot and filthy against your ear as he continues to play your body like a finely tuned guitar. He knows exactly what to do to drive you towards the edge of your bliss and with your bodies working in tandem the end is soon in sight.

“You’re close, amor.”

It’s not a question, but a statement of fact that your body seems intent on corroborating. You throb against his palm then, further coating his fingers with proof of your appreciation for his attentions, and his response comes in the form of a curse that’s bitten off somewhere deep in his throat. Javier redoubles his efforts both in deed and in word. Praise punctuated with curses and promises of the more-more-more you’ve been begging him for pours out in a steady stream, while his hands travel to damn near every place he knows will undo you. When he finally growls those two much needed words against your ear some odd minutes later—“Cum, amor…”—your body is quick to heed his call.

Not even the impromptu gag is enough to fully muffle your cry of pleasure as you ride out your release. You writhe against fingers that seem intent on wringing every last drop of ecstasy out of you, though before his touch can become too much Javi tapers off before pulling his hand from between your legs. You slump against him like a puppet whose strings have been cut, your head landing awkwardly against the ball of his shoulder before you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. For his part your man just lets out a sound that’s part self-satisfied hum, part chuckle before another, softer sound starts up. It only takes a few seconds for you to identify it as being the wet lap of his tongue meeting the mess you’ve made of his palm, though once you do you can feel arousal curling in the lowest parts of your belly once more.

“You taste so damn good, baby,” he tells you once he’s finished.

It’s only when your reply comes out as a distorted “Moh muhck” that the pair of you remember the neckerchief. As he pulls the wad of silk from your mouth a distant thought tells you that the cloth is undoubtedly ruined now, but you can’t bring yourself to care overmuch. Clearly he has no regrets over the loss, this was his idea after all, but you’ll still have to remember to get him a replacement at some point—Maybe tomorrow, you think. Javier has made it abundantly clear that he’s not going to be able to survive the ride back to the camp, so you’ll be booking a room at the nearest hotel, but that’s just as well given all he apparently has planned for you.

Yes, you’ll get him a new neckerchief tomorrow–

“Dios. I can’t wait to get you in that bed, amor. I wonder—how many times do you think I can make you cum by the night’s end?”

–providing you can actually walk…

Up next: So Good to Me || L is for ‘Location’

“Oh, mi amor. Always so good to me…”

↠ In which your fellow hotel patrons become well acquainted with Mister Escuella’s name…

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aconstantstateofbladerunner · 6 years ago

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Class 1-A’s Comic Book Projects

I’ve been getting a lot of comments on Butterfly about how much people like the project the kids are working on. First off, thank you for the lovely feedback! It started as an excuse to shoehorn in some themes and foreshadowing, while also giving the class something outside of the plot to talk about. I didn’t think so many people would gravitate towards it.

With all that in mind, I decided to make some project headcanons for the whole class. Relatively few of these will actually show up in the story, and the project itself will be mentioned less and less as it goes on. All the more reason to put it here.

Here’s the link to the story itself for anyone who stumbles across this: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17165612/chapters/40360787

The project is that the students had to pick out a pre-quirk comic book superhero, and write about how that hero relates to modern hero society. They also had to pick a specific storyline to analyze, but I’m a filthy casual and won’t go into that. Let’s go.

Midoriya - Superman

The only one actually relevant to the story. Superman is like All Might, so naturally, Izuku would pick him. Superman was also the first superhero as they are understood today, so there is also the meta perspective that they wouldn’t have their jobs without him. But the thing about both of them is that their symbolic power is almost as effective as their physical power. And with all that power, people too often forget that there’s a real person behind it. A person who makes mistakes, who can’t alway save everyone, and who fears for their own future. Heroes are still human.

Bakugou - The Punisher

Isn’t Bakugou liking the Punisher basically canon? But what Bakugou takes from him is perseverance. Frank Castle fights an uphill battle that he can never truly win and could die from at any moment. Yet he keeps going. Because there’s nothing else he can do. And that’s what heroes are supposed to do.

Todoroki - Firestorm

Firestorm is a guy who is two guys. Todoroki feels like that sometimes. But if he wants to accomplish his goals, he has to learn to work together with himself. Not super relevant to broader hero society, but isn’t he a part of that society? (He had to argue a little on that one)

Sero - Spider-Man

Like most of his peers, Sero chose his hero based on the similar power set. He spent admittedly too much time trying to recreate classic moves instead of analyzing Spidey’s place in history. But then he realized that with how important the secret identity was to the character, not many people go for that anymore. He ended up with a pretty deep look at hero regulation and how it’s hard to fit a secret identity with the current model.

Hagakure - The Invisible Woman (and the Fantastic Four)

Same initial deal as Sero, went for the similar power. What she ended up discovering was that the Fantastic Four predicted close-knit hero teams would be rare. Marvel’s first family is a disfuctional one, and probably wouldn’t last long with the added stress of modern hero bureaucracy.

Kouda - Aquaman

Insert obligatory talks to fish joke. But Kouda did a fairly straightforward paper of how heroes protect the environment as well as people.

Yaoyorozu - Batman

She picked up Batman based on their similar need to be prepared; Yaoyorozu needs to memorize chemical formulas in advance, Batman needs to bring the right tools to a case. But through her research, she found the much more interesting perspective of the dichotomy between hero and villain. Anyone, powers or not, can make the choice to hurt another person. And someone else can make the choice to stop them. Both often involve violence. So where should the line be drawn?

Tokoyami - Moon Knight

Moon Knight’s powers wax and wane with the cycle of his namesake, much as Tokoyami must carefully consider his actions based on the time of day. Both must also contend with an additional voice telling them how to proceed. Also, Moon Knight is Marvel’s answer to Batman and Yaoyoruzu beat him to it even though he called dibs this transgression will be avenged!

Iida - The Flash

The Flash is what Iida is working towards: a friendlier, funnier person that friend and stranger alike can open up to. And shouldn’t all heroes want to be the sort of person the people they save would want to save them?

Mina - Wonder Woman

Something not as many people talk about in regards to Wonder Woman is the way she typically prefers to attempt nonviolent solutions to conflict before moving on to fists. Mina is the same way, so she felt right at home (for once) while writing.

Kirishima - Luke Cage

A guy who’s skin is bulletproof? So manly! But Luke Cage and his stories have almost alway paralleled some real-world issue going on at the time. In some cases, people believed his appearances to have helped influence public opinion about those issues. Kirishima thinks more modern heroes should try and get involved like that,

Ojiro - Iron Fist

A quirk is just an extension of the body, and the body is the real weapon. Both must be sharpened, not just one or the other.

Tsuyu - She-Hulk

Tsuyu doesn’t mind that people make assumptions about her based on her quirk; she’s a frog, so she’s easy-going and likes water. But that doesn’t mean everyone is okay with stereotypes. Jennifer Walters is a successful lawyer and hero, but still gets undermined by others for “anger issues.” Tsuyu also admired her choice to remain in her She-Hulk form for the confidence it brings her, while many people in real life feel pressured to hide more extreme quirks in order to conform.

Aoyama - Dazzler

Searched “sparkly superhero” online and Dazzler was the first result. Talked about the importance of aesthetics.

Uraraka - Booster Gold

Like Uraraka, Booster started out in it for the money. He didn’t have the noble goals she had right out the gate, but was never a bad dude. But after great hardship, he learned the valuable lesson that fame and fortune should always be second to saving people.

Kaminari - Thor

He had a bit of trouble figuring out what to do with his go-to god of thunder. Unlike the more well-known MCU version, comics Thor isn’t super funny. He’s got stuff going on, but Kaminari was really gunning for that humor angle. So, he settled for discussing Thor’s origin and about the importance of staying humble in the face of great power and influence.

Sato - Hulk

When powering up costs you your intelligence, it can be hard to make good decisions in tough situations. That’s why you need to make a plan before going rage-mode.

Shoji - Martian Manhunter

Shoji connected to J’onn J’onzz and his struggle to find acceptance with “normal” people right away. The traditional image of what a hero is “supposed” to look like was out of date even then, and no one should be confinted to that box.

Jirou - Black Canary

The best heroes are good at a lot of different things. Black Canary’s Wikipedia page under “skills” is nuts. And Jirou epimmediately started looking up how to incorporate her musical skills into her arsenal.

Mineta - Rogue

I know what you’re thinking: why would I give one of Marvel’s best female characters to me of Hero Aca’s worst? Two reasons. One, Rogue is consistently near the top of “hottest hero women” lists, so Mineta probably found her there. Second, the ethos of her character’s evolution is a line I think he could benefit from. That being: get your shit together. You can accomplish amazing things if you just get your shit together. Sometimes, you are the problem. Adjust your actions and mindset accordingly. Get your shit together.

Well, that was long. Thanks for reading if you made it this far. Part of me kind of wants to write some of these essays mayself now. But I think that would be a poor choice of time given my other projects.

Thanks again and please read Buttferfly!

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aryalaenkha-a · 5 years ago

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Aria’s headcanon

Moira

"Well. Now that you know more about me, could I finally know your name?"

She chuckled softly. "Is it really that important to you?"

Aria sighed as she shook her head. "I feel like I'm seeing Emet-Selch again in the Ocular, reluctant to tell me his own..."

A tender and nostalgic smile appeared on Her lips. "It's not surprising. Those who are part of the Convocation of the Fourteen are called by their title of office following their appointment because they are the representatives of our nation and they must put the interest of the community before themselves. Only their relatives and loved ones continue to call them by their real names, and usually only in private." She sighed softly before continuing. "I myself have held one of these prestigious titles of office in the past. But having disagreed completely with my peers, I preferred to give up my status rather than go against the laws of the balance of our world once again. Balance, of which I was the guardian."

"I see. But... If you were a member of the Convocation and you participated in the summon of Zodiark, one of the three Paragons could have made you come back, couldn't it?"

She shook her head negatively. "No. I have never summoned Zodiark and therefore I do not have the link that unites the Ascians. I left the Convocation shortly before this happened because I was against this idea."

Aria crossed her arms, a smirk on her lips. "And you still haven't answered me."

She chuckled again. "All right, all right. My real name is Moira. But I was also known as 'Nemesis’ or ‘the Balance Keeper’. Is it a good or a bad thing, I don't know."

Moira, in ancient Greek, means "fate".

The Moira (Moirai or Moirae) is the law of partition that imposes on everyone a share of good and evil, of fortune and misfortune, of happiness and unhappiness, of life and death, which it is the duty of the individual to respect. To transgress the measure assigned by fate is to commit "hybris", a fundamental fault sanctioned by "nemesis" or punishment by the Gods.

(Source: Wikipedia FR and EN)

#Aria nan Laesca | Headcanon #Amaurotine!Aria #Moira (Amaurotine!Aria) | Headcanon

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idabbleincrazy · 6 years ago

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Situation Ch. 2

Pairing: Sam x Christa (OC) x Gabriel - established poly/Soulmate AU

Word Count: 5662

Warnings: smidge of angst, fluff, still gender swapped, smut, lots of it, dirty talk, light dom/sub, bottom!Gabriel, sub!Gabriel, Dom!Christa, subbish!Sam, praise kink, oral sex, hand job, grace use, grace for lube, anal fingering, anal sex, double anal penetration, grace/soul bond

Summary: Gabriel walks in on their post-coital nap, and the truth comes out. Naughty Little Archangels need to be punished.

Chapter 2 fills @spnkinkbingo square: Dom/sub

A/N: First time writing Dom/sub so i kept it light. kinda headcanon Gabe when it comes to accepting forgiveness. i think this is about the kinkiest I’ve gotten so far with my smut. whoo!

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Sam and Christa were curled around each other on the bed, sound asleep when Gabriel walked in. He took in the sight before him and he beamed a soft smile at their sleeping forms. Looked like everything had gone according to plan so far. Trepidation fluttered through him at what came next. He wasn’t sure how they, especially Christa, would react. Tamping down his thrumming Grace, he cleared his throat.

“I see you two had quite a bit of fun without me.”

Christa woke with a start, Sam’s arm clutching her closer unconsciously as he roused slowly from his sleep. She looked toward the doorway wide-eyed and nervous as she met Gabriel’s eyes. She laid there, naked and frozen in worry, wishing she had at least gotten under the sheets before falling asleep. Sam sat up, untangling himself from her and turning to look over at Gabriel, who stood there watching their startled reactions with a raised eyebrow.

“And here I was afraid you might not enjoy my little gift. Guess I had no cause to worry.”

Christa spluttered at his words, not sure she had heard him right. “Your little surprise? You mean…you did this? I don’t - Gabriel, what the fuck did you do?!”

Gabriel threw his hands up in placation, his smirk faltering at her anger. “Honey, before you do anything rash, let me explain.”

Sam looked between them, groggy confusion turning to understanding and shock. He glared at Gabriel at the same time that he reached for Christa, knowing she might soon need someone to hold her back. He couldn’t understand why Gabriel would do something like this, let alone consider it a gift.

“Fine, explain then.” Christa was staring daggers at the Archangel, angry and hurt that he would do this to her. It was one thing to get hexed by an evil witch, but to be spelled like this by your own boyfriend? Someone you shared the bond with? What could possibly have possessed him to do this to her? She leaned into Sam’s touch, letting the warmth of it ground her.

“Sweetheart, I did this for you. For both of you.”

Gabriel choose his words carefully as they looked at him in blank confusion. He lowered his hands, taking careful steps to the bed and sitting at the end, turning to face them. His face fell slightly as Christa sunk further back, wrapping herself as best she could with the extra sheet. Sam wound his arm around her waist and pulled her into his side, sensing the pain rolling off her in waves.

“I knew this was something you’ve wanted for a while now, Sugar. I’ve seen you think it. Maybe not like…this, exactly, but I know you wanted to know what it was like to take someone like that.”

“You, you’ve been reading my thoughts? Gabriel, I thought we agreed you wouldn’t go snooping through our minds! We agreed that you would give us our privacy!” Christa’s voice raised as she spoke.

Gabriel knew he was in deep shit by the fact that she was still using his full name. She never used pet names or even ‘Gabe’ when she was mad at him. He felt his Grace thrum again as her anger crept through the bond. If he played his cards right, this could still work out in his favor.

“Sweets, it wasn’t like that, I swear. It would happen every so often during sex, usually while I was fucking Sam. You’d start projecting images at me. I can’t block it out when you’re thinking so loud. And it’s not just you, Christa.”

Christa let his words sink in and her anger dulled. She couldn’t exactly fault him for something he couldn’t control. Not that that excused what he’d done.

“What do you mean, not just me?”

“Oh, Sugar, Sam’s been wanting to get pegged by you for months now. He dreams about it all the time. I just figured this was the best way to give you both what you wanted.”

Sam’s eyes widened at that. He hadn’t realized that Gabriel had found out about that. Never realized his dreams were that loud. His cheeks reddened as he wondered just what else Gabriel had seen.

“Gabe, how could you possibly think that was the best way to go about this? Changing her like this, without her permission? You could have just told us you knew. We could have discussed this, like people who love each other are supposed to. You can’t just go around using your mojo like that, Gabriel.”

Christa had stayed silent since Gabriel had mentioned Sam’s dreams. He’d wanted it just as much as her. Maybe even more. Then, as Sam chided Gabriel, she took in the Archangel’s change in stance. The contrite look on his face coupled with the slowly growing hard-on that she could just barely spot pressing against his jeans. It really was just a misguided attempt to give them something they both wanted but may never have admitted to on their own. And she thought she knew how to go about giving him something he wanted. Something he didn’t get as often as he might like.

“Gabe,” she spoke softly, noting his reaction when she finally used his nickname. “You used your Trickster magic for this, didn’t you?”

Gabriel nodded, his eyes darkening minutely. Even now, with her voice deeper, gruffer, he could hear the change in her tone. It had been too long since he’d heard that tone. The one that told him just who was in charge now. He had been so busy in Heaven lately that the last few times that he’d been in the mood for this, there hadn’t been time for more than a few minutes spent bent over Sam’s legs as Christa gave him a half-dozen smacks with his belt. Thank the Fates that he had the time now.

“Yes, Christa. Grace alone isn’t enough to change a human form so fully, even mine. I had to tap into my leftover magic. Christa, you-”

“Shh, Gabriel. I know. Your intentions were good, you just went about it the wrong way.”

Christa reached out toward Gabriel, her hand cupping his cheek as he leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed. She extracted herself gently from Sam’s embrace, scooting closer to their Angel.

“But, I thought we all agreed you wouldn’t use your magic anymore? Hmm, Gabriel?”

Gabriel nodded, mouth suddenly dry as he felt his Grace shiver. Sam got up from the bed, knowing from experience what his role in this would be. He pulled on his boxers and grabbed the pair of sweatpants he brought in earlier for Christa to slip into once she was ready.

“I think someone’s been a naughty Trickster, using his magic without permission. Sam, what happens when someone’s naughty?” She looked over at the hunter, her eyes sparking with a slow-growing passion.

“They get punished.”

“That’s right. Bad boys, and even bad little Archangels, get punished, just like they deserve. Do you deserve to be punished, Gabriel?”

“Yes, Christa”, Gabriel panted.

“And what do you think your punishment should be, Gabriel? Would a spanking be enough to get the point across or is going take something more, something to make sure you won’t break the rules anytime soon? Tell me, Gabriel.”

Christa climbed out of the bed as she spoke, taking the pair of pants from Sam. She slipped them on once she finished talking to Gabriel, giving him a moment to deliberate on what his punishment would be. He was drawing a complete blank. He knew a simple dozen or so spanks wouldn’t be enough to make up for his mistake, but he couldn’t think of what would teach him a lesson. It began to sink in, how rashly he had acted. He hadn’t given her a choice when he had magicked her into a male form, what right did he have to make this decision? Knowing neither Christa nor Sam would ever do anything that would cause him real pain, he decided he would let her pick his punishment.

“Well, Gabriel? What do you think it will take to show you that there are consequences to using your magic like that?” Christa stood in front of him; Sam had gone to sit in the chair at the desk they kept in the corner, watching the exchange with a fire growing slowly in his eyes.

“I want you to decide, Christa. I’m sorry for the way I handled things.” Gabriel’s voice was husky with desire as he met her gaze with half-lidded eyes, his Grace pulling at the tension he felt building up in the room. “You can punish me however you see fit to. Teach me a lesson. I trust you, Christa.”

Christa looked down at him and gulped down her surprise. He had always told her how he wanted to be punished, told her what it was that he needed. She had never been given the go-ahead to choose for him. The fact that he was handing over full control showed her just how bad he felt now that he realized how poorly he had handled the situation. The level of faith he was putting in her was a heady thing to feel. Christa let the feeling wash over her and breathed deeply before deciding on what to do next.

“Sam, go get the Angel cuffs. Two pairs.” Christa didn’t need to look back to see how his eyes darkened at her words.

She focused on Gabriel, trying to make sure her nerves didn’t show through. She wanted to be as good for him as he would be for her. This was for him, it was what he needed right now, so that he would be able to accept their forgiveness. Transgressions like this, even smaller ones, didn’t pass from his conscience easily. She knew it would take quite a bit of convincing this time for him to allow their absolution. Luckily, she knew just how to push his buttons.

Sam came back with the cuffs and handed one of them to her. He remained at her side, waiting for her direction. His height and position next to Christa placed his crotch at the Angel’s eye level, causing him to bite back a moan when he noticed the hunter’s bulging boxers. Sam may not have been as readily submissive as Gabriel, but that didn’t mean he didn’t thoroughly enjoy witnessing the power reversal between his two lovers when it happened. He was more than willing to give up a modicum of his own control and follow the her orders, knowing he was only adding to the pleasure. Christa always knew how to give them both exactly what they needed, even without the bond guiding the way. He knew she would never cause either of them harm, physical or emotional.

Christa kept her attention on Gabriel still, watching him carefully for the signs she had learned so well. The slightly heavier swallow, the way his pupils dilated bit by bit, gold turning black. She could tell he was straining to keep still and quiet.

“Gabriel, stand up.”

He did as he was told without hesitation. Christa stood there in front of him until he looked her in eye before she stepped closer to him, Angel cuffs set on the bed for the moment. She worked at the buttons of his shirt, going slow to keep her fingers steady. She could feel the arousal building up through the bond, from both the Angel in front of her and the hunter at her back. Once the shirt was undone, she let it slip of his shoulders and to the floor before bending to her knees, removing his pants and boxers in one swoop. As he stepped out of them, she straightened back up, taking the cuffs back out of her pocket. Placing one quick kiss to his lips, she stepped back again.

“Lay down, Gabriel. Against the headboard. Sam, go over to the other side of the bed.”

As Gabriel laid down, Christa moved over to the head of the bed, unlocking the cuffs with the set of keys she always kept on the bedside table. Gabriel went into position, his arms above his head, each hand stretching out towards the posts on the headboard. Christa stroked his cheek once, flashing a soft smile at him for doing so without having to be asked. She snapped one end of the cuffs closed around his wrist as Sam did the same on the other side of the bed and attached the other end to the post. She stepped back to look the Angel over.

“Tug, Gabriel. Make sure they’re sturdy enough. You know how you like to shift about when you get excited. Are they secure?”

Gabriel gave each arm a pull, testing the slack. “Yes, Christa.”

“Good Angel. Sam, you can get up on the bed. Your choice if you want to keep your boxers on.”

Christa climbed onto the bed so that she and Sam were kneeling on either side of Gabriel. Sam had opted to leave the boxers on for the time being, knowing she loved to tease him out of them. She leaned over Gabriel and pulled Sam in for a kiss, her tongue brushing across his lip, seeking entrance. She could just feel Gabriel’s Grace through the bond. The cuffs kept him from using his Grace outwardly but nothing was capable of tethering their connection. Just as she thought, not being able to touch them was already getting to him.

She broke the kiss after a minute, pulling back to look at Sam. “Look at our poor little Angel, Sammy. He wants to touch us so badly. Can you feel it, baby?”

“Yeah, I feel it. He’s thrumming for us. It’s still light, but I feel it.” Sam looked down at Gabriel, took in the hungry look on his face, and felt his cock twitch at the lust he saw there. “How much do you think he can take before the need drives him mad, baby? He’s already getting hard.”

“We’re gonna find out just how much he can handle, Sammy. He needs to earn the privilege to touch us like he wants. What about you, baby, what do you want?”

By way of response, Sam pulled back from Christa’s embrace and stretched out on the bed beside Gabriel, just out of his reach. Once he’d settled, he looked back up at Christa, sending his thoughts to her through the bond. She bit her lip at the image that flashed behind her eyes, holding back a groan.

She climbed over Gabriel, still denying him any contact, only meeting his eyes for the quickest of seconds. Christa straddled Sam’s hips, grinding down on his clothed erection and eliciting a delicious moan from his lips before she leaned down and captured them with hers. She gave his bottom lip a small tug before letting her tongue delve into his open mouth. She soon pulled back from the kiss, moving over his jawline and peppering it with quick nips and kisses.

She scrapped her teeth over his earlobe and tugged gently, earning another moan from the giant. She suckled it until she felt him start to squirm under her, the shift of his length against her causing her to gasp. Christa ground back down on his groin and mouthed a trail down Sam’s neck. She took a moment to suck a mark into his pulse point then moved further down his chest. She could feel the heat radiating off of Gabriel beside her as she moved to swirl her tongue around one of Sam’s nipples. The Angel groaned lowly as he watched her lower herself down Sam’s body.

Christa toyed with the band of Sam’s boxers, her eyes flashing up at him before she began slowly pulling them down. Sam lifted enough for her to pull them down his hips and toss them somewhere behind her. She settled herself between his legs, her hands running up his thighs and squeezing gently. She leaned in and licked a stripe up his erection, letting her teeth graze along the vein that stood out there. Sam shuddered at the touch and let out a long moan. His hand shot out to tangle in her hair, not pulling, just resting there.

Christa could feel Sam’s arousal through the bond now, her cock twitching at the thrill of it. She swirled her tongue around the head of his hardened member, lapping up the dribble of pre-cum gathered there. She sensed Gabriel before she heard his heavy breath. She looked over and considered him for a second before pulling up from Sam and leaning over just enough to reach the Angel.

“You’ve been such a good boy so far, Gabriel. I think you deserve a taste, hmm?” She quirked an eyebrow up at him and he nodded up at her, his throat dry.

She stretched forward and kissed him deeply, Sam’s pre-cum still on her tongue. He moaned into her mouth as his tongue worked over hers, reveling in the taste of both of his lovers. He shifted closer, yearning touch either of them. The slow torture of being kept from doing so was starting to get to him. Christa felt the movement and broke the kiss.

“Soon, Gabriel. Just be good.”

She refocused her attention on Sam, not bothering to waste any more time before encasing him in the wet heat of her mouth. She slid her mouth down as far down her throat as she could without gagging, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock to stroke the sensitive skin. Her other hand cupped his balls and she drew her lips up in a smirk at the sound he made. Through the bond, she could feel both her hunter and her Angel as their needs heightened. She began to work over Sam in earnest, her speed gradually increasing as he writhed beneath her. Christa felt him getting close to completion and released him with a pop. Sam whimpered at the loss as she sat up.

“Sam, on your knees, baby. I want you on all fours over Gabriel…oh, I felt that Angel. Look at him, Sam, so hard just thinking about your cum all over him.”

Sam sat up, hand gripping his cock to keep himself from coming too soon. He crawled over and straddled Gabriel, Christa coming up behind him and reaching around his waist to replace his hand with hers. He bent over the Archangel, his hands coming to rest on either side of Gabriel’s head. Christa began stroking his leaking cock, her other hand gathering up a drop of the pre-cum on her finger. She pulled her hand back and reached between them, working the finger around the rim of his asshole. Sam gasped at the unexpected touch and bucked into it as he relaxed the muscle. Christa slowly worked her finger inside the hunter and pumped into him in time with the stroking of his cock.

Sam stared down at Gabriel, watching his eyes darken with lust. The brunette panted as he was worked closer to his release, his breath fanning over the Angel’s face. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he felt Christa slip another finger into him, the two digits searching out his prostate. She crooked her fingers and rubbed over the gland, her other hand clamping down on Sam’s aching dick, drawing out the pleasure just a moment longer.

“Are you ready, Sammy? Ready to come all over our bad little Trickster? Make him even more wrecked than he already is?”

“Oh, fuck, yes. Yes, Christa. Let me come. Need to come so bad, baby, please!”

Christa relaxed her grip on his cock, fingers pressed firmly against his prostate. “Then come. Come for me, Sammy.”

“Aah, fuck”, Sam roared out as he came, his seed spurting out in thick, hot ropes, landing all over Gabriel’s chest. A drop of it landed on the smaller man’s chin, causing him to moan out, tugging uselessly at his bonds. Through the bond, his lovers could feel the surge of his Grace as he ached inside, needing to touch, to taste. Sam’s arms quivered as he struggled not to collapse on of Gabriel. Christa stroked him through his remaining spams, his hips bucking on instinct as she milked him. When his grunts turned into panting she finally released her hold on him, allowing him to roll over onto his back beside Gabriel, his chest heaving as he lingered in that high.

“You were so good for me, Sammy. Look how filthy our naughty Angel looks, with your come all over him. He loves it; don’t you Gabriel?”

“Yes, Christa.” Gabriel managed a strained whisper as he fought the urge to come untouched.

Christa could feel his desperation and knew they were close to the point where he would finally allow himself forgiveness. She climbed off the bed, wiping her hands one of the wipes they kept on the bedside table and picked up the keys to the Angel cuffs. She handed one to Sam and nodded at the arm bound above his head before reaching over to undo the cuff in front of her.

As Gabriel’s hands were finally released, he stopped himself from healing the ache in his wrists, the delicious pain only heightening his pleasure. He waited silently as Christa climbed back on the bed and stretched herself out in the middle. She directed Sam to kneel over her legs. The hunter hovered over her, his hands caressing her toned calves and deftly removed the gray sweatpants, her erection bobbing up from the action. Christa looked over at Gabriel, desire burning through the bond.

“Got anything to say for yourself, Gabriel?”

“I’m sorry, Christa. I never should have used my magic on you like that. I should have talked to you first. It was wrong, breaking our agreement to change you without your permission. Please, Christa, Sam, forgive me.”

Christa turned toward him, her hand coming up to caress his cheek and guiding his head down to hers, claiming his mouth with a kiss filled with love and absolution. She could still feel a smidgen of that hard-headed resistance left, a resistance built up over eons believing he wasn’t good enough. She broke the kiss and looked over at Sam; he had felt it too. He nodded at her silent communication and scooted back on the bed to allow a little more space.

“Gabriel, hips.”

The Archangel understood the request automatically and hastened to straddle Christa, his lust-hazed eyes slightly curious. When he settled at her waist, she leaned up to resume their kiss, gesturing to Sam while Gabriel was distracted. Sam came up behind him, pressing flush against his back. He gasped into Christa’s mouth as Sam reached between them and cupped his balls, his calloused fingers causing a shiver down the Angel’s spine. Christa carded her fingers through his golden locks, pulling him down with her as she laid back against the pillows.

Christa bucked her hips beneath him, the friction furthering to weaken his resolve. He moaned against her lips and squirmed between his lovers. Sam let his hands roam over the bare skin of Gabriel’s lower back, squeezing the firm cheeks of his ass. Christa pulled back from Gabriel, raising her free hand to his mouth.

“Open, Gabriel.”

Gabriel opened his mouth without question, focusing his Grace to his saliva when she slipped two fingers past his kiss-swollen lips. He knew Christa loved how the bond hummed as he was worked open with his own Grace. He groaned around her fingers as he sucked on them. As soon as she pulled them out, they were replaced by Sam’s distinctly long digits as she reached down and traced the cool Grace-infused wetness down to his tight hole. He pressed back against her forefinger, eager to be filled by something, anything.

She quickly obliged, her finger slipping past the ring of muscle with little resistance. After a few seconds, she wiggled it around to loosen him up as Sam removed his fingers from Gabriel’s mouth trailing them down his back to join Christa’s at his entrance. He slid a finger in next to hers, slowly pumping it into Gabriel. The Archangel ground down against them, a breathless moan escaping his lips. Christa attempted to refocus his attention by running her free hand along his chest, letting her nails scrape across one already-perky nipple. She ran a line of open-mouthed kisses and nips along his jaw, trailing her way up to his ear.

“This is what you really want, isn’t it? Both of us inside you, together. You dirty little Angel. You never could get over your pagan ways, could you? You want to be stuffed full, want both of us stretching that tight little hole of yours. Fucking you till we’re both satisfied and cum is dripping out of your ass like the good little cock-slut you are. Fuck, Gabe. Look at you, you want it so bad. You’re so hard right now, aren’t you?”

As Gabriel panted out his agreement, Christa trailed her hand down his torso, over his stomach to his aching cock. Meanwhile, her other hand worked alongside Sam’s, stretching him open with three fingers, his Grace aiding in relaxing the muscle. The bond was almost completely clouded by lust now, Gabriel’s resistance gone the moment she uttered his nickname once more. Christa felt it’s absence and knew he was finally ready to accept their forgiveness.

“It’s okay, Gabe. We forgive you. I forgive you. You’ve been such a good little Archangel for us, holding back for us, even though you’re desperate for release. Let us bring you that release, baby. Give you what want so badly. We want it, too. Don’t you, Sam?”

Sam leaned over the kneeling Angel, his breath fanning over Gabriel’s other ear, adding to the swirl of sensations. “Fuck, yes. Want to be inside you, Gabriel. Wanna feel Christa’s cock sliding against mine as we pump into you. Can’t wait to make you come apart around us. Hard again just thinking about it.”

Gabriel let out a whimper as the pair of them removed their fingers, Sam pulling back to grasp his hips and position him so that the Angel was hovering over Christa’s tip. He looked up at her, waiting until she nodded before letting himself slink down slowly on her leaking cock. They moaned together as she entered him, Christa’s hand seeking his to link her fingers with his. Gabriel fought to hold his Grace back as the feeling of her inside him washed over him and threatened to drown him in ecstasy.

Christa bit her lip as she resisted the urge to buck into him. Angel or not, she didn’t want to cause him any pain. She needed to let him take back a bit of control now, let him take what he needed. He knew how to bring them all to their peak in the best ways imaginable, perks of being bonded with an immortal being who had spent ages reveling in every carnal desire he cared to explore. Much as she and Sam knew how to push his buttons, he knew exactly how to push theirs.

Sam gripped at Gabriel’s hips as he lowered himself, inch by delicious inch, until Christa was completely sheathed within him. Gabriel gyrated as the burn of being stretched eased then arched his back, ass raising further up into the air as he dropped to his elbows. He lowered his head to nuzzle at Christa’s neck before lifting back up just enough to tug her bottom lip between his teeth, tongue flicking against it. He sent out a teasing tendril of Grace through the bond, directing it along Sam’s thigh to tempt him to get a move on.

Sam grunted and bucked against Gabriel, his fingers digging into the Angel’s hips. “Pushy now, are we Gabe? Don’t worry, my love, I’m getting there. Just need to stretch you open some more first. Then you’re going be stuffed so full, baby.”

Sam brought his hand back down Gabriel’s ass, his fingers running along his stretched rim. Both Christa and Gabriel hissed a breath at the feel of them as he worked his fingers in alongside her cock. The Grace helped ease the Angel open enough to accommodate the hunter’s girth.

“Fuck, Sam! I’m ready. C’mon, Sammy, wanna feel you. Fill me up, Sugar.” Gabriel pushed himself hard against Sam’s fingers, Christa slipping in a bit more at the action. “Fuck me, Sammy.”

Sam slid his fingers out and lined himself up against Gabriel, grip tightening on Gabriel’s hip as he steadied himself to nudge the tip of his weeping dick into the Archangel’s ass. Gabriel, eager to get the show on the road, pushed back again, taking half of Sam’s giant cock into him in one stroke.

“Oh fuck, Gabe! So fucking tight, baby. Ah, shit.”

Christa gasped and moaned beneath them as she felt Sam’s cock slide against hers and her hand snaked around Gabriel’s back, nails digging in to flesh as the bond sparked with desire. Gabriel shifted up on them and thrust himself back down again, impaling himself on their cocks until they were both bottomed out inside him. The three of them groaned out at the pleasure, all of them trying not to come then and there. Gabriel steadied them with his Grace, wanting the moment to last.

“Fuck, Gabe, you feel so good. Such a good Angel, so good, baby; taking both of us like this. Oh, fuck, Sammy, gotta move. Need to feel you move against my cock, baby.” Christa slowly bucked into Gabriel, needing friction.

Sam pulled out as she thrust upward, the feel of their cocks slipping over each other better than anything he could have ever imagined. The two of them set a steady rhythm, shifting Gabriel between them, each with a hand gripping a side of his hips, the other gliding across his skin. The Archangel was absolutely wrecked already and they knew it, the bond was writhing mess of emotion traveling back and forth between the three of them. He fought to keep his tenuous hold on his Grace as he inched closer to release.

“Fuck, Christa, Sam, so close. Feels so good, the two of you splitting me open. Need you,” he panted, “need you both to come with me. Want to be full of your cum, please, Mates. Need it, fuck!”

Christa slid her free hand down to take his seeping cock in hand, Sam reaching down to tug at his balls as they pumped into him. They were both so close and the euphoric swirl of the bond coursed through them. Sam leaned over Gabriel and breathed next to his ear.

“Come for us, Angel.”

“Now, Gabriel!” Christa shouted as she teetered on the edge of that cliff.

Gabriel let the thread of his Grace snap and spread out through the bond as he came, his cum spurting with such pent-up force that it hit the headboard. As his walls clenched down on them, Sam felt himself follow close behind, ropes of cum shooting over Christa’s cock, the warm wet triggering her release.

“Shit, Gabriel, Sam! Oh, fuck, fuck, feels so fucking good. Love you both so much!”

“Love you too, Sugar. Love you both, my beautiful Mates.” Gabriel panted as he rode out his climax, thrusting against them to draw theirs out.

“Christa, baby, love you. Love, both of you, fuck! So, fuck, so much.” Sam pulled out first, breathless, bones feeling like jelly as he collapsed next to Christa, utterly spent. “Oh, so good, Angel.”

Gabriel fell against Christa, his Grace keeping his weight off of her as he recovered. His hand snaked out, seeking Sam’s and tangling his fingers in the hunter’s as he lazily peppered Christa with kisses, slowly grounding them with his touch. Christa’s chest heaved under him, heady and still pulsing with tiny aftershocks of her orgasm. She ran a hand through Gabriel’s hair as the other sought out Sam, needing the contact to help her focus.

“Oh, Gabe, my sweet Angel. Sam. That. Was. Incredible! Fuck, I…oh, wow.”

Gabriel lifted himself off of her as the haze of pleasure pulled back from the bond, settling in on her other side. His Grace was still glowing lightly in his golden eyes. As they settled back to their honeyed-hazel hue, he reached out and wiped away the lock of sweat-dampened hair from Christa’s forehead. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, another apology sent through the bond. He pulled back and placed a softer kiss to her forehead.

“I’m truly sorry for not thinking things through before using magic on you, love. I only wanted you to be able to explore your desires.”

Christa slid her hand from his hair to caress his cheek, her other hand linking into Sam’s free hand as he turned on his side, snuggling into her. She nuzzled Gabriel’s nose with hers as she let her love flow through the bond.

“I told you, Gabe, I forgive you. I trust you’ve learned your lesson?”

“Yes, sweets. I learned all sorts of things from that reprimand.” Gabriel quirked an eyebrow slyly.

Sam chuckled at that. “You know, you could’ve just gotten her a double-ended dildo as a hint. Angel, the next time you feel the need to help us explore a new desire, why don’t you start by asking about it first? Unless, of course, you’re just a glutton for punishment.”

Christa barked a small laugh and settled further between her two bond-mates, tugging them closer around her. As she drifted off to rest, she could feel her body changing back to her original self. A smile crept over her lips as she thought through the bond ‘Maybe Trickster magic isn’t all bad’.

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Forevers: @gabegirrl86

Gabe’s Babes: @calamitychaos @liloldlou

Rich’s Bitches: @warlockwriter @archangelgabriellives @waywardtricks @briars-glenn @hankypranky @thewhiterabbit42 @spnimpalaimagines

#spnkinkbingo2019 #dom/sub themes #m/m/f #grace use #dabble creates spn #lemon #genderswap

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Modern AU: World of Terra

So I figured I should probably explain more about this AU that’s been going on with @divinewreathed so more people can understand the story we’re telling. This one’s gonna be long, so hold onto your hats.

Terra is an alternate Earth, similar in many ways to our own world. However, magic exists on Terra, and supernatural beings walk among humans and are fully integrated into society. However, they are not known as supernatural, mostly because they exist within the natural world. Rather, they are known as magical beings. History has mostly flowed the same way as it has on our world, but because of all the magical beings, there are fewer humans. Additionally, research into nuclear physics has not been done in this world. World War II did not end with the dropping of two atomic bombs on Terra.

There also exist two subsets of humans: there are the normal humans (Homo sapiens sapiens) and there are the Homo-Magi (Homo sapiens magicae), more commonly referred to as just magi (singular: magus). Humans are non-magical creatures, whereas magi are capable of using magic, although they are one of the least adept species of magic users compared to other magical beings. It is said that human alchemists created the Homo-Magi many millennia ago so as to compete with the magical beings, originally using dolls and giving them life. The main physical feature of Homo-Magi is that they have unnatural hair colors for humans (such as Robin having white hair despite being young, or Chrom having navy blue hair).

Dragons are few and far between. They are the closest things to gods that exist on Terra with their immense magical power. Many of them live in an alternate realm and rarely mingle with the mortal realm except when it’s absolutely necessary. Fallen dragons, however, live in the mortal realm 24/7 and have had some of their power stripped away as punishment for transgressions. This has sometimes resulted in said dragons going into despair and taking out their anger on humanity, and that has required a savior to rise and slay said despairing dragons.

Centuries ago, House Velthomer rose to power in Norway amidst some tribal fighting. House Chalphy also rose to power around the same time in relatively the same region, and for a while they were friends. However, as the Chalphys conquered more and more territory, the Velthomers thought them a threat and cut ties by killing the patriarch of the house. However, the heir to House Chalphy then went on to fight more wars before confronting their house’s old friends. By this point, they had discovered that the current patriarch of House Velthomer had made a pact with an evil dragon, and they exposed this fact to the rest of the old world, shaming House Velthomer as well as defeating them in battle. Eventually the patriarchs of House Velthomer fled to the new world when the means arrived in hopes of setting up a new life for themselves. The patriarchs of House Chalphy also moved to the new world but for separate reasons.

House Chalphy soon merged with another noble house that had also set up in the new world, House Lowell. The Lowells were a special noble house that had been blessed by a dragon. She had given them a divine blade made from one of her teeth known as Falchion. The eldest male heir of House Lowell was given the duty to protect the Falchion and to use it in case the world needed a savior who could slay a wayward dragon. The males of House Lowell are usually a rare type of magus that has the features of one (in the current generation’s case, they have navy blue hair), but cannot actually use magic. The females have the ability to use magic, however. There were some instances in history where the Falchion was needed to cut down a dragon, but they are few and far in between.

Nevertheless, the Lowells have a lot of clout in America due to their status as the protectors of humanity. The town of Lowell, Massachusetts, was named after them in this world, as opposed to Francis Cabot Lowell as it is in the real world (yes, there really is a Lowell, MA, and we found this out after we had decided this story took place in Massachusetts, so funny coincidence that). Lowell and Boston have essentially swapped roles in this world, with Lowell being the largest city in the state and Boston the fourth largest.

Meanwhile, out in Utah, the Mormon faith never rose to popularity. Instead, a different faith sprung up, centered around worshiping a fallen dragon god named Grima. They are known as the Grimleal, and every thousand years, they believe that a child who will be a perfect vessel for Grima’s power will be born with a mark on their hand denoting them as such. With the help of the vessel, Grima will once again rise from his grave and judge the faithless (which is most of the rest of the world, as the Grimleal are still a relatively small group, even if they have all but taken over much of Utah). Most of the Grimleal’s low ranked acolytes believe Grima to be a dragon and worry about the presence of Falchion disrupting the rapture of the faithless, but the higher ups know Grima’s true secret: he is not a dragon, but a homunculus created by an alchemist who was tired of the world he lived in. The Falchion can only put Grima back to sleep rather than slay him. It is only by Grima’s own hand that he can be permanently eradicated.

At the cusp of the new millennium, the current leader of the Grimleal was given a vision that the chosen one who would receive Grima’s blessing would be born soon, and so he called forth all his wives (the Grimleal believe in polyamory) to bear him children. One of his wives left not long later after this, but her departure wasn’t pursued due to the fact that it was believed her faithlessness wouldn’t be a problem. However, when the rest of the wives gave birth to their children and not one of them was born with the mark on their hand denoting them as the chosen one, the Grimleal became angry and began scouring the country, looking for the wife who had left and taken their chosen one with her.

Robin Elijah Homer is a young man of 20 years of age (born January 20, 1998). He moved from a quiet town in Tennessee out to Lowell, Massachusetts in order to attend college in spite of his mother’s urgings. He wanted to get as good an education as he could, and had received a full ride scholarship to attend one of the two major universities in Lowell. They were impressed with his feats, having graduated from high school at the age of 16 with top honors. In college, Robin got a degree in Childhood Education, but circumstances made it so that he couldn’t go back to Tennessee to teach as he initially intended. As such, he settled down and worked as a teacher in Lowell instead. With only one source of income, he had to get a small apartment in the middle of a rather shady part of town as well as a second job lecturing.

Not realizing that he is a magus due to the fact that he grew up in a segregated town and went to an all-human school, with his mother claiming his unique appearance was due to the fact that he’s an albino, he was not aware of the distinction between magi and humans, even though he knew he had the ability to use magic. Therefore, much of his efforts went into trying to explain how magic works to humans, believing that any human could use magic if they just understood the concepts that allowed magic to work. Even though his efforts are vain at best, he’s done a lot of research into the building blocks of magic. And this happens to catch the attention of a bored dragon...

For more information about Terra, check out divinewreathed’s headcanons tag here.

#Headcanons: High Deliverer #Headcanons: Modern AU #outofbread #long post

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