#she’s the one that eventually has to explain it to him

[joelsmeadow]

Forbidden Fruit [Part 2] - Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader

Summary: this is the fix it chapter. Joel and Reader are in an established relationship as he heals from his injuries, and the younger members of the family make a guest appearance for family movie night.

Contents & Warnings: spoilers for 2.02 but That didn't happen. Age gap unspecified but exists. Established relationship. Unprotected PIV. One (1) degrading pet name from Joel. Praise. One (1) spank. Mentions of traumatic injury. PTSD implied/briefly mentioned. Creampie/unsafe PIV. Reader is AFAB but no physical description beyond being able bodied (or at least moreso than Joel).

Notes: we can all collectively agree 2.02 was not a vibe, yes? Cool. I offer my contribution to the fix it stash.

Word Count: 2.7k. || Part 1 Here

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You've lost count of how many times you've thanked whatever God is still listening for Joel's life.

Having lived through and existing in the world of the outbreak, you thought you knew fear. Nothing could have prepared you for the sheer terror that had come with Ellie and Jesse riding back into Jackson after the blizzard, Dina half conscious with Ellie, and Jesse supporting a literally comatose Joel.

A group of five, they had explained. Military, maybe. Former Fireflies. One with a vendetta. She had beaten Joel half to death before Ellie and Jesse had arrived. Had had the element of surprise and sheer fucking luck on their hands.

He had been unconscious for the better part of a week, and you? You had felt frozen in time with him, barely moving from his side unless you had to, whilst the town doctor and medics moved around you like bees.

That was months ago now. Joel's eyesight was worse in one eye, it had taken him a while to recover from the concussion, and he walked with a limp - would walk with a limp for the rest of his life, if the doctor was right.

But he was alive. Alive and with you. Alive and reconciled with Ellie, who had not only managed to work out their issues, but had finally started calling him 'dad'. Joel hadn't made a huge deal out of it, but you knew it meant the world to him. More than the world.

He had expected you to leave; you're young, he had said. You didn't need to be saddling yourself with a broken old man, he had said. You had kissed him until he had shut up, changed the butterfly bandage on his forehead, pressed a featherlight kiss to his uninjured temple. And eventually he had realised you meant it. That you weren't going anywhere. That you, and Dina, and Jesse, were all a part of his family now.

The months ticked on; Jackson slowly rebuilt, Joel slowly healed, and you moved into his house. Every night that you fell asleep beside him, every morning you woke tangled together, and you didn't take a single one for granted.

Ellie wanted to make fun of you, wanted to tease in the way that only a young adult watching a parent fall in love could manage, but she had come so close to losing Joel too that any joke or comment about acting like it was the last day you'd get together seemed to hit a little too close to home.

The weather is warming, though it's still cold outside. Still a faint chill in the air. The day is slowly turning to evening, and you have a pot roast on the stove ready for later.

Dina has made coffee; everyone has a mug. Joel sits on the couch, his glasses a little crooked as he tips a spoon of sugar into his coffee cup. Ellie sits on one side of him, Dina with her head on her shoulder. You sit on his other side, leaning into him like you're one person instead of two.

All that's missing from this scene is -

"Fuckin' hallmark postcard in here." Jesse shakes snow off his boots on the porch and hangs up his coat as he walks in, ignores the middle finger he's given in greeting from Ellie.

"You're late. We were gonna start without you." Dina says, clearly ribbing him.

Jesse looks mock horrified, turns to Joel as if to clarify that such blasphemy would occur. Joel just offers the younger man a 'I just live here' sort of shrug and a grin.

You get up to fix Jesse a coffee, come back to him sprawled in the armchair, Die Hard loaded up on the television waiting. It's an old movie. A classic, really. The sort of thing you can all lose yourselves in.

Which you do, for the next few hours; the five of you lose yourselves in the action movie misadventures of John Maclane, quoting your favourite lines to one another back and forth over the dinner table long after the credits roll.

The five of you eat the pot roast, the strawberry tarts you made especially for movie night because they're Joel's favourite. It's close to nine when the girls - women, really, but they'll always be girls to you - retreat out to the garage for the night. You offer the spare room to Jesse but he just grins, says he has to be up early for a patrol anyway, and bids you goodnight.

You wash the dishes and Joel leans against the bench top to dry them, both of you packing everything away before you go up to bed for the night.

He's still a little slow on the stairs, much to his own chagrin, a step behind you with muffled cursing.

"Fuckin' leg. Bitch knew where she was shootin', dammit."

Wordlessly you stop so you can help him. Ignore the attempt to muffle the sigh he makes, because he hates needing help. Hates that he accepts it, even though he loves you dearly.

"I know what you're thinkin', that I'm damn lucky to still have my leg," Joel grouses as you reach the bedroom, help him with the flannel shirt that he's wearing.

"Actually, no." You say, as you hang up the well loved green and blue plaid, "I'm thinking I'm lucky you're still here, bad leg, complaints and all."

You turn around to see him shaking his head with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Make it fuckin' hard to complain about shit when you put it that way, sweetheart."

You sigh, worried you've upset him as you cross to the bed where he's sitting, wrap your arms around him.

"You can complain as much as you like. I'll be glad to listen. Because it means you're still here with me." You press a soft kiss to his mouth. Inhale the wood and gunpowder scent of him.

Joel wants to tell you that that's lame, that he's too old to be worthy of that sort of affection. But he doesn't, because he's been so close to death he can taste it, and if for some reason you feel the same way about him as he feels about you, well. That's your issue.

So what he says instead is:

"Sorry, sweetheart. Ain't getting rid of me that easy."

Wanting to make you laugh. Only, you don't. You manage a weak giggle, only your eyes well up a little and it makes him feel like shit, because while he's at a point where he can joke about how close to death he was, it still upsets the hell out of you and Ellie.

"Aw, shit. Don't cry, darlin', I'm okay..." he pulls himself up off the bed so he can wrap you up in his arms, pull you against his broad frame and let you feel the warmth of him, his steady breathing.

You bury your face in his chest and listen to his heart, strong and steady, until you don't feel like you're about to break into a million pieces or hyperventilate. Then and only then do you look up at him.

You want to tell him he scared the hell out of you, but what good is that? He knows that already, and it's not exactly his fault. So you go for something else instead, something equally true.

"I love you, Joel, you know that?"

His thumb brushes away a stray tear that's still on your cheek as he nods.

"Yeah, darlin', I know. I love you too."

Maybe before the incident at the lodge he might have taken your words less seriously, but now, with a far too close call under his belt, Joel knows how much he means to you. How much you mean to him.

How, as he had been sure he was going to die, he had hoped somehow you would feel that he loved you as he left the world. Only to come to a week later with you on one side, holding onto his hand like you thought he might disappear if you let go, Ellie on the other.

How the first words out of his mouth had been "my girls okay?" before you'd dissolved into relieved sobs and Ellie had begun berating him about how he'd scared her to death and was he stupid and how fucking dare he do that to them all, as if he had had any say in his own attempted murder.

"Joel-"

You barely get his name out of your mouth before he's on you, his lips covering yours, gathering you up in his arms again, because fuck if he isn't going to savour each and every one of these moments with you now.

The kiss is long, intense. Half because he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of kissing you, and half because he doesn't want to hear your protests about how he still needs to take it easy. He can take it easy when he's in his eighties and on his actual deathbed. Having been there before, he knows he's nowhere close at the moment, and nothing is going to stop him from being intimate with you.

"Joel, we have to - mm - be careful," sure enough, you get the words out as he pulls your shirt off, nuzzles into your collarbone and kisses the side of your neck.

"Fuck being careful." Joel growls into your skin, somehow soft even after the harshness of the outbreak and the weather. "Keep tellin' me to be careful I'll tie you to the bed and fuck you like the mouthy slut you're actin' like."

He's rewarded with heat rushing to your cheeks, the knowledge that he can toe the line between sweet and filthy just right without actually disrespecting you. Only -

"Your back would give out before you could, old timer." You tease, and he laughs, lays a heavy swat to your ass with his big hand.

He can't even be pissed about it because you're right. Twenty years ago he could have bent you over every surface in this house. Maybe even ten. But now, rough sex between you involves you on your hands and knees, maybe his hand around your throat.

He's become softer with age, more gentle in how he handles his lovers. Even moreso with you.

"Shut up," he mumbles, though he's still kissing your throat so you know you're off the hook this time as you thread your fingers through his soft curls.

Even between kisses and the slowness that comes with his damaged leg, you manage to get every layer of clothing between you off, tossed to the floor of the bedroom with very little regard for it. You'll probably grumble about it in the morning when you go to do laundry while he laughs at you, but for now it's the furthest thing from your mind as you collapse back onto the bed, tugging him with you.

He might still be recovering from an injury and older, but he's still strong, still able to prop himself up on one hand as he leans over you, cages you in.

Your hands wander, gentle, reverent almost, as you lightly touch each and every scar on his body. Less than a year ago, he barely let you see his torso, see the map of brutality time has left across his olive skin. Now he almost hums and purrs under your touch as your hands move back up to his face. Cup his cheeks as you lean up to kiss him, moan when he licks into your mouth.

His free hand moves between your thighs, finds you soaked for him already, just from a few kisses, a few touches. Joel doesn't think he'll ever get over that, that feeling of elation that comes with being so easily wanted by someone, without any sort of stipulations.

"Joel..."

He doesn't think he'll ever get over that, either. That soft, whimpering plea of his name that somehow manages to be so full of equal parts love and lust.

Normally you both make an effort with foreplay, take pride in it, enjoy it. Taking your time with one another. But there are times like this where you just need each other, need to become one too much to bother with anything beforehand. All he cares about in this moment is that you're wet enough to take him, and God knows you are.

He slides into you in a single, fluid motion, grunting with satisfaction as your tight heat welcomes him, your fingers flying to his curls and knitting there as you inhale sharply.

Joel loves that fucking sound. That sweet little intake of breath when he fills you up with his cock, knowing it's almost too big for you. Almost too much, and yet you're always begging for him to keep going.

"You good, sweetheart?" He knows you are, can feel your warm inner walls constricting around his cock, can feel how wet you are. Can see the pleasure on your face even without him moving.

Still, you nod, confirm your pleasure with him before he moves, rolling his hips against yours. He has to be careful, doesn't want to piss off his stupid damaged leg, doesn't want you to worry, so he goes for slow and deep rather than fucking into you hard and fast like he once used to.

You don't mind; find you prefer this pace anyway, the intimacy of it, of his broad frame caging you in as he moves above you. You draw your knees up so he can get deeper, moaning when he hits your sweet spot.

"Fuck, good girl, such a pretty sound-" he groans, runs his thumb over your lower lip before he leans down to kiss you.

Eagerly you lean up to return the kiss before you fall back against the pillows, settle yourself there as you pull him close. His mouth finds yours, before he kisses down your throat.

Pressing his cock in deep, he grinds against you, drawing obscene moans from your lips as his mouth finds a peaked nipple, sucks it into his mouth greedily. Only when you're trembling beneath him does he release it with a lewd pop before giving its twin the exact same treatment, still grinding against you, getting the entirety of his thick length deep inside.

He isn't playing fair, is pulling every single trick he knows to make you cum, and it's working. Before you even realise it, you're almost there, a whimpering, trembling mess as he devours your mouth in greedy kisses.

"Go on, sweetheart. Go on an' cum for me now."

It's that soft, still dominant demand that sends you. Your entire body trembles beneath his as your pussy tightens around him, fluttering and weeping around the cock splitting you open.

Joel doesn't last much longer, knows you don't give a shit whether he lasts three minutes or thirty, groaning and cursing as he spills inside you, using the very last of the stamina he has to prevent himself from collapsing on top of you.

It's only after, when he's rolled off of you and you're curled under the blankets together, his arms around you, that the thought strikes you.

"Do you think Jesse didn't take the guest room because he knew?" You ask.

Joel fixes you with a look that can only be described as amused.

"Yeah, darlin', I think he knew."

You dissolve into a fit of laughter, mildly horrified by the idea that the younger adults in your lives are, God forbid, aware you have a sex life.

He shakes his head, presses a kiss to your forehead as you curl into his side. Maybe tomorrow you'll go into town, trade some strawberries from your garden for something. Bread, maybe.

One thing is for certain. Neither of you take these little moments for granted, nor the love you have for one another and your strange little family.

[prythiansprincess]

DELIRIUM | a stalker! theo au.

"you're so fucking special; I wish I was special."

word count: 5,662.

warnings: please read all trigger warnings before proceeding. dead dove do not eat, noncon, murder, coercion, stalking, assault, manipulation, gaslighting, knife play, blood play, abusive behavior.

author's note: I don't say it lightly when I say that this fic is very dark. I fully understand that the topics and themes discussed are not for everyone, so please be mindful of the warnings before engaging. special thanks to @writingsbychlo for proofreading and encouraging my over all psychophathy.

♫ creep - radiohead. nav. stalker! theo au.

There was something wrong with Theo Nott. 

Perhaps it was a result of his traumatic upbringing or perhaps it was simply encrypted into his genetic code, but whether nature or nurture was to be blamed, this simple truth was certain: a sick, twisted, and insatiable monster lurked within him and its hunger could be satiated by one thing and one thing only — you. 

In the deepest and darkest depths of his inky black heart, Theo knew that he was completely and utterly fucked up. This thing inside of him — this madness — rendered him incapable of forming healthy relationships. Time and time again, his passions and proclivities hinted towards a more sinister nature. Some called him deranged, delirious, delusional, but Theo simply thought of himself as a hopeless romantic. 

Theo was not the type of man to harbor a crush or entertain a fling or succumb to a fleeting infatuation that eventually faded over time. When he loved, he loved with his entire being. He loved until it became a fixation, a compulsion, an obsession. This has and always will be his fatal flaw. 

From a young age, Theo learned that he was not normal. When he presented Pansy Parkinson with the front teeth of the boy who dared knock her off the swings, that was not normal. When he gifted Daphne Greengrass the rotting carcass of a bird that had kept her up with the incessant tapping of its beak against her bedroom window, that was not normal. When he offered to carve the initials of Mattheo Riddle into his skin to prove his loyalty, that was not normal. 

Theo was bereft when his friends cried and fled from him, feeling distraught and disappointed by their reactions. After all, he had only done those things to make them happy. Why couldn’t they see that?

When his mother found him crying in the Nott Manor gardens, she explained to him that he was a very special boy. That his capacity for love would be misunderstood by those around him because they simply could not feel the way that he did. The intensity of his emotions surpassed their understanding; they didn’t know what it was like to be irrevocably consumed by love. His devotion could be misconstrued, his affection scorned, which is why it became imperative for Theo to shield himself from the world until the right person came along. 

So, he conformed, he adapted, he survived, but Theo knew it was only a matter of time before his carefully constructed mask slipped. 

In the back of a crowded restaurant, Theo swirled the glass of wine in his hand before taking a long sip. The waiter had recommended the red vintage, droning on and on about the quality of the 1978 Barolo Montorfino and the meticulous aging process of the Nebbiolo grapes to produce this particular bottle. Theo fought the urge to roll his eyes. He already knew all of this, given that the wine was produced by his family’s vineyard in the Italian countryside. 

The complex flavor danced on his tongue. On any other occasion, he might have savored the hints of cherry, roses, and truffle peeking through its rich-bodied profile, but Theo tasted nothing but ash in his mouth. Because across the rooftop sat the woman of his dreams, drinking and laughing and dining with another man. Theo gripped the stem of his glass until his knuckles turned white. 

Needless to say, the night was not going as Theo intended it to. It was supposed to be him feeding you little bites of tagliatelle, topping your wine off with a wink, and listening to your melodious voice recount silly anecdotes about yourself. Instead, Adrian fucking Pucey was blattering on like a bloody twat, failing to appreciate the goddess seated across from him. The stupid prick was probably too busy gauging whether or not he was going to get lucky tonight. As if Theo would ever let that happen. 

No, that simply wouldn’t do. 

Sure, he had enjoyed the game of cat and mouse between you over the past few months. Since the day you moved into the house next to his, there had been this constant push and pull between you. The flirtatious banter as he helped you carry your dresser into the foyer after he found you struggling in the yard, the freshly baked goods you presented to him as thanks after the fact, the shy way you smiled at him every time you crossed paths when you departed and arrived back home. 

Something awakened within him the second he laid eyes on you. Something dark, something dangerous, something that he thought was long buried in the depths of his depraved soul. 

It wasn’t all in his head. Hell, you had invited him in on that very first day. You wanted him there. You wanted him near you. You wanted him.

All the darkness that he tried so hard to push down seemed to resurface all at once. Suddenly, Theo found himself falling back into old old habits. Watching you through your bedroom window while you undressed, sneaking into your house while you were away at work, planting cameras in every room without your knowledge, and even going so far as stealing your lingerie. 

But Theo wasn’t stalking you. 

No.

He was merely keeping an eye on you. 

Clearly, you needed someone to look after you if you were putting your trust in a man like Adrian Pucey. You were too soft and sweet and innocent for this world. Theo wanted to protect you. In his eyes, Pucey was a threat to your relationship and there was only one way to deal with a threat — eliminate it. 

The opportunity presented itself after that sordid dinner. After dessert was served, Theo quietly slipped out ahead of the happy couple. Well, the two of you wouldn’t be happy for long. Not if he had anything to do with it. 

Surrounded by silence and darkness, Theo laid in wait until he heard the tell-tale sounds of the front door unlocking. He observed in quiet rage as Adrian kissed his girl. The door snicked shut, but the two of you barely noticed as you stumbled through the foyer, his lips sucking at your neck, his hands roaming underneath your dress, his cock pressing against your core as you mewled for him. Theo couldn’t stomach a second more of this. The sound of Pucey’s name falling from your lips was enough to awaken the monster within him. 

A sickening thud echoed through the house as Pucey dropped to the floor. With wide eyes, you scrambled in the darkness, blinking in disbelief at the sight before you. The silk strap of your dress fell from your shoulders at the abruptness of the attack. Your pupils, which were previously blown from desire, now shifted into fear. 

“T — Theo?” Disbelief colored your expression as you looked up at your neighbor. Dressed in all black, his tall and lithe form blended in with his surroundings. “What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t really think I’d let this prick weasel his way into your bed, did you?” 

You blinked in confusion. On the floor of your living room, Adrian nursed his broken nose, trying and failing to staunch the blood flowing through his fingers. 

“Do you know this asshole, Y/N?” 

“He’s my neighbor,” you answered. Theo’s face twisted in anger at your response. You cowered under his gaze and scooted backwards against the wall. “Theo, what’s going on? Why are you doing this?” 

Theo sneered. “Isn’t it obvious, bella?” Your blood ran cold when a flash of silver appeared in his hand. “I know why you went on this date tonight. You wanted me to fight for you, so here I am. I love you and I won’t let anyone keep us apart.”

“What are you talking about, Theo?” You cried as he stalked towards you. “I barely know you. We’re neighbors, just neighbors, that’s all.” You pleaded, begging for him to listen to reason. “Please, just stop this. You don’t have to do any of this.” 

“Shh, my sweet Y/N,” Theo cooed as he wiped a stray tear away with his thumb. His blue eyes bore into you with such intensity that it made you shiver. There was something lurking behind that dead eyed stare and you feared for whatever it might unleash. 

Theo caressed your cheek with reverence while you trembled in fear. “You just don’t know any better, cara mia. But don’t worry, I’ll show you how much I love you. I’ll protect you; I’ll keep you safe.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m going to take care of this. He will never come between us again.” 

Before you could protest, Theo had already rounded on Adrian. The brunette threw his hands up as Theo pulled him up by his collar. “I almost feel sorry for you, you know,” Theo taunted. “You probably thought you were so smart, preying on someone as sweet and innocent as Y/N. You never deserved her.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Adrian retorted, crimson staining his dress shirt as he struggled against his captor’s hold. “It was just a few harmless dates.” 

“A few harmless dates?” Theo repeated in a mocking tone. “Christ, you can’t truly be that stupid, can you? You don’t even understand how lucky you are to have gotten the chance to be in her company. She’s a fucking goddess and you — “ Adrian groaned when Theo yanked his hair back to give him a proper view of you. “Well, you’re nothing.” 

“Look man, I don’t want any trouble. I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. I was just lookin for an easy fuck — “

Fury simmered in Theo’s gaze. The careless words that Adrian spoke cut you deep, but not nearly as deep as the blade that sliced his throat open. The crimson river flowing from Adrian’s neck bathed Theo in blood, covering his face, his hair, and his clothes. 

You screamed as Adrian slumped to the floor, his lifeless body discarded onto your cream rug as his vacant gaze stared at nothing. The gravity of his death sent a surge of adrenaline in your veins. You needed to get the fuck away, The instinct to survive kicked in and you darted for the door, but unfortunately, Theo was quicker. 

A strong arm wrapped around your waist, hauling you away from your only form of escape. You struggled in his hold, clawing and kicking and screaming as Theo dragged you through the living room. 

“You killed him!” You screamed while you continued thrashing. “He’s dead, you killed him, oh my god — “

“Don’t be like that, cara mia,” Theo said in a soothing voice. “I thought you would be happy. With our little problem out of the way, we can finally be together.” 

“You’re a fucking psychopath!” 

With a swift kick to the balls, Theo stumbled backwards which gave you time to frantically reach for your purse. The slick blood that coated the wooden floors now sullied your dress, but you pushed the thought away as you recovered your phone. As you tapped on the screen, it came alive with a bright light. With shaking hands, you tried to swipe up to dial emergency services, but the screen buzzed with static before completely dying out. 

“No!” You screamed in frustration as you pressed the dead screen over and over again. “No, no, no, this can’t be happening!” 

Behind you, Theo sighed and shook his head in disappointment. Crouching down before you, the warmth of his palm felt like a slap to the face as he cradled your jaw.

“You’ve been a bad girl, bella,” Theo purred. “I didn’t want to have to do this, but you’ve left me no choice.” 

Your eyes widened as he produced a set of handcuffs from his pocket. “No, please, you don’t have to do this. Just let me go and I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” 

“Let you go?” Theo repeated in a cold, menacing voice as he clamped the handcuffs over your wrists. ��After all that I’ve done for you, do you really think I would be capable of just letting you go?” He tutted in disapproval as he tugged you towards the stairs. “You’re all mine now, you’re not going anywhere.” 

The short walk to your bedroom felt like a march towards death. You began to shake violently as Theo guided you towards the bed, instructing you to lie down as he tinkered with the handcuffs. Tears blurred your vision as your heart hammered against your ribcage. 

“Are you going to kill me?” you whispered. 

“Don’t be stupid,” Theo said with a scoff as he rearranged the cuffs and chained you to the bed. “You wouldn’t be any fun if you’re dead.” 

Fear gripped every fiber of your being in a chokehold. Theo leaned back and admired his work. The intensity of his gaze felt like a brand against your skin as he drank in the sight of you spread out for him. The silk of your dress was stained with blood, the fabric nearly see through from how soaked it was. 

“You’re such a pretty little thing all tied up like a present for me, principessa.” 

His blue eyes were nearly black as he gazed at you with unadulterated desire. The pale moonlight streaming through the window casted sinister shadows on his face. 

“If you’re not going to kill me, then what do you plan on doing?” 

“I’m so glad you asked,” Theo declared with a deranged smile as he brandished his knife. “I plan on worshipping every inch of your body.” The cold edge of his blade traced the curve of your jaw. “I plan on making you see God with my tongue, my fingers, my cock.” The knife continued its path down the valley of your breasts. “I plan on possessing you, owning you, and ruining you for every other man.” 

“You barely even know me,” you pleaded, shying away from the blade that now rested on the hem of your dress. “I’m not yours, Theo.” 

The air left your lungs all at once as his hand wrapped around your throat. The lack of oxygen made you dizzy and you grew limp against the bed, barely even registering the blade caressing your skin. 

“I’ll carve my name into your thigh if that’s what it takes to get it through your pretty little head that you are mine.” 

You coughed as he released his hold, disoriented by the sudden rush of air into your lungs. “Don’t touch me! Don’t fucking touch me, oh fuck —“ 

Your hips jerked at the sudden cold sensation between your legs. Theo watched in amusement as he pressed the hilt of his blade against your clothed core, drinking in the way you writhed underneath him. 

“What was that, bella?” Theo teased. “I can’t hear you over all that moaning.” 

Your cheeks burned with shame as you continued his ministrations against your clit. It was a purely physical response, but it felt like your own body was betraying you. This wasn’t supposed to feel good. You hated the way you reacted to his touch, his words, his gaze. You hated him. 

“You’re a sick fuck,” you yelled as you tugged at your restraints. Tears welled in your eyes again, but this time, you couldn’t tell if it was from fear or pleasure. “This is vile, this is evil. I hate you. I fucking hate you —“ 

Theo chuckled darkly as he tugged your panties to the side and slipped the hilt of his blade through your folds without warning. “Then why are you so fucking wet for me?” 

“I’m not!” In all your life, you had never felt more degraded and humiliated. The conflicting emotions warred in your mind, but the truth of the matter was that you had absolutely no control over your own arousal. “I’m not.” 

“You are,” Theo growled as the handle of his blade squelched in your slick. “But by all means, keep lying to yourself. In fact, I quite prefer it if you put up a fight. I like it rough.” 

You groaned, delirious with need as he fucked you with his knife. “When I make you cum, I know that I’ve earned it.” 

You bit down on your bottom lip until blood filled your mouth. The horror of the scene unfolding before you filled you with dread yet you couldn’t stop the moans and whines that escaped past your lips. When you looked up, Theo was transfixed by the sight of your greedy cunt taking his knife.

“That’s it, Y/N,” hummed Theo. “This will be a lot easier if you just stop fighting it. You want this. You want me.” 

“I — I don’t! I don’t want —“ 

“I —I don’t want,” Theo mocked. “How fucking pathetic. You can’t even finish that sentence without moaning.” He pulled out his knife and slid two fingers in without warning. His cruel laugh echoed in the bedroom when the sound of your slick filled the silence. “If you don’t want me, then why are you riding my fingers like this, hm?” 

There was no answer as he plunged the hilt of his knife into you again, stretching and filling you in the most delicious way. His thumb rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves in tantalizing circles, pushing you towards the edge of pleasure. 

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of an orgasm, but it couldn’t be helped. There was no stopping the intense pleasure that barrelled through your body. As you crested over the finish line, your vision went dark. The depravity of the act filled you with mortification and indignity. Theo, on the other hand, looked euphoric. 

“You’re so beautiful when you cum,” he whispered softly. 

You wanted to claw and scratch and hit him for the way he made you feel. Theo presented the knife to you with reverence. The blade was soaked in blood, but the hilt dripped with your cum. His tongue darted out and licked and lapped at your arousal with long, languid strokes as his eyes rolled back in euphoria. The way he moaned when he tasted you was obscene. 

“You taste so sweet,” Theo rasped in a choked groan. “Such a good girl for me.” 

This was beyond fucked up. 

Theo was beyond fucked up. 

You watched in alarm, waiting for disgust to overwhelm your senses, but it never came. Instead, your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight. What the fuck was wrong with you? 

Theo leaned over you, his brown curls brushing against your nose as he smirked. “Don’t I get a kiss as a reward for making you feel so good?” 

The absence of pleasure finally made you come to your senses. “Fuck you.” 

The depth of his blue eyes was swallowed by a void that threatened to suffocate you. The man before you transformed into a monster as he growled and held his knife against your throat. “Let me rephrase that,” he hissed as the blade nicked your skin. “If you don’t kiss me, I’ll slit your fucking throat.” 

You whimpered as the blade dug deeper into your neck, causing small droplets of blood to stain your sheets. Theo stared at you with malice, his face hovering a few inches from yours as he waited for your next move. His cool breath fanned over your skin while his lips ghosted over yours. 

“Please, Y/N?” Theo pouted as he blinked down at you through his thick, dark lashes. “Just one kiss, please.” 

It was apparent that he wanted you to make the first move. As if it would absolve him from this abhorrent act. As if it would exculpate him despite the threat he made on your life if you refused to comply. In some sick, twisted way, you knew that the second your lips touched his, Theo felt absolutely vindicated. 

The growl that crawled out of his throat was purely animalistic. It spoke of need, of desire, of lust that had simmered underneath the surface for far too long. The taste of you, soft and supple and sweet, was better than anything Theo could have ever imagined. His cock strained against his pants as he deepened the kiss, tongue sweeping over the seam of your lips to demand entrance. 

A part of you wanted to fight back, to pull away from him, but it was nearly impossible when he harshly grabbed your jaw and forced his way in. You opened for him reluctantly, but that was all he needed. Theo was the type of person to take a mile when given an inch. His hands roamed your body while his tongue massaged yours, moaning, panting, licking the roof of your mouth with unabashed glee. Theo squeezed your tits and gripped your hips and wrapped your legs around his waist. He felt like a dog in heat as he rutted himself against your clothed cunt. 

Fuck, he was so hard it hurt. 

Dazed and drunk with desire, Theo pulled away, his gaze sweeping over your kiss bitten lips and flushed cheeks. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” 

It was fucking horrible, horrendous, atrocious. You wanted the deepest pits of hell to open up and swallow you whole. Because that kiss had lit a fire in your belly despite your disgust for the man forcing himself on you. 

Before you could think twice, you reared back and spit right into his face. Theo blinked in surprise. You expected anger, but amusement greeted you instead. The motherfucker was enjoying this. 

“You’re a feisty thing, aren’t you?” Theo drawled as he unclasped his belt. The sight caused panic to grip you from all sides. “Don’t worry, principessa. I’ll fuck the fight right out of you. I will break you until you become the good girl that I know you can be.” 

“Theo please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you sobbed and begged. “Don’t do this, please.” 

Theo chuckled darkly. “You’re not sorry,” he said as he cut your dress open with his blade. “But you will be.” 

Exposed and vulnerable, you struggled against your restraints as Theo trailed kisses down your torso. His lips were a searing brand against your skin, sucking and biting and marking your skin as though he was staking his claim on your body. His deft fingers unhooked your bra and his pupils were completely black as he ogled your chest. 

With his lips latched around your nipple, Theo blinked innocently up at you. “I’m so fucking in love with you,” he murmured as he flicked his tongue over the stiffened peak. “You make me crazy, Y/N.” 

You moaned as he sucked fervently, losing himself in the heat of your skin and the scent of your perfume. Roses and vanilla. Sweet and simple, just like his pretty girl. Theo groaned as he lavished your other nipple the same treatment. 

There was such reverence and awe in the way that he touched you. For a brief moment, you forgot how truly vile he was because the second his fingers slipped inside of you and curved against that sweet spot, every ounce of common sense abandoned you. 

“I bet Adrian would’ve never gotten you this wet, huh?”

Your eyes snapped open at the reminder. Somewhere underneath you, Adrian’s lifeless body was still bleeding out on your wooden floors. “You’re fucking awful — o —oh —“ 

The involuntary whimper that crawled up your throat was pathetic, but you couldn’t help it. Theo had ripped your panties to shreds and positioned the head of his cock over your folds, teasing and taunting at your entrance as you continued to resist. 

“Theo, Theo, please,” you pleaded as he began to breach your cunt. You kicked your legs in the air and tilted your hips away from him, anything to keep him away from you, but it didn’t work. 

Theo held your hips down, his large hands forming bruises on your skin. “Stay fucking still,” he growled against your neck before biting down hard. 

Shocked, you stopped struggling and cried as the sting broke skin. Theo took the opportunity to push the head of his cock inside of you, making your eyes water from the sheer length of him. He was too big, it didn’t fit, it fucking hurt. But the desperate pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears as Theo fully sheathed himself in your warmth. 

“So fucking tight,” Theo grunted as he slowly dragged his cock out of your pussy, entranced at the way your bodies melded together, watching your cunt clench around nothing before slamming all the way in. Your teeth clattered together from the force. “Dio mio, you feel so fucking good. I want to ruin you.” 

Once more, he pulled out and pushed into your warmth, savoring the way you squeezed around him. The sensation made you dizzy with desire. Try as you might to fight it, every breach of his cock only stretched and filled you even more, the filthy sound of your pussy squelching with every thrust echoing in the room. 

“Wanted this for so long,” Theo grunted. “You have no idea what it’s been like for me, cara mia.” His hips snapped against your ass while he drove deeper and deeper, thick cock kissing the tip of your cervix. “But now I finally get to have you all to myself.” 

Your knees buckled, every brush of his cock within your snug walls weakening your resolve as he fucked you into the mattress. His pace was relentless, punishing, and it was all you could do to lose yourself in him completely. 

“Don’t fight it, bella.” Theo murmured as he hiked your legs up over his shoulders. “I could be so good to you.” He punctuated his statement with a slam of his hips. “I know everything about you. Probably better than you know yourself. I’ve watched, I’ve waited, I’ve wanted.” Another slam caused you to writhe and arch your back off the bed. “No one else could ever love you like I do.” 

A breathy moan pushed its way past your lips without your consent. Self-loathing made you flush with embarrassment; your body was betraying you in the worst way as your own slick dripped down your thighs while Theo angled your hips to sink in deeper. He had spoken true about knowing you better than you knew yourself, because he seemed to know how to caress you, how to kiss you, how to command you until you were teetering off the edge once again. 

His long fingers circled your clit, stroking the sensitive bud in the exact same way that he had watched you touch yourself over the past few months. Theo was diligent in every sense of the word; his studious nature pushed him to perfection. The focus in which he devoted into pleasuring you was singular. He was obsessive and possessive; he was determined to make this good for you. His pretty girl deserved nothing but the best. 

“You can’t deny that we’re a perfect fit,” he murmured, dead-eyed gaze drinking in the sight of him slipping in and out of you. You tried to avert your gaze, but Theo gripped your chun and forced you to watch. “Look how well you’re taking me. It’s like we were made for each other, my love.”

Words failed you at the heat of the moment and even if you regained the ability to speak, you wouldn’t know what to say. Theo took your silence for submission, his lips pressed against yours, tongue sweeping over your bottom lip while he pounded into you. 

The instinct to fight dimmed with each urgent thrust, buried deep within the recesses of your mind. All you could do was moan in pleasure and Theo eagerly drank in every gasp and pant and whimper, studying your face as though he was committing every detail to memory.

“Please, please,” you panted. You weren’t quite sure whether you were begging him to stop or urging him to continue, but either way, Theo seemed to know exactly what you needed. 

His kisses were open mouthed and filthy, swallowing your protests with the flick of his tongue. You jerked when Theo slapped your pussy, chuckling against your mouth before he kneaded his thumb against your tender nub harder and faster. 

“Theo —“ The realization that your climax was near filled you with both excitement and indignation. 

“Be a good girl and come for me, Y/N.” 

You clenched as Theo squeezed your throat in his fist, momentarily robbing you of oxygen. Somehow its absence intensified the sensations. The combination of Theo pushing his cock into you again and again while his thumb stroked your clit harder and harder sent you barreling over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, making your legs shake and your walls spasm around his cock. 

“Oh fuck,” Theo cursed, his resolve close to breaking. “Just like that, cara mia. Squeezing me so tight, milking my fucking cock dry.” 

Stars burst behind your lids as his balls slapped against your clit, coaxing yet another orgasm out of you. Your mind went fuzzy with static. A faint ringing echoed in your ears while you trembled and convulsed. 

“Such a good girl,” Theo grunted as he chased after his own pleasure. You were limp and boneless underneath him, unable to respond save for a pathetic whimper. “I’m going to fill this pretty pussy up with my cum, bella. You’re going to let me, aren’t you?” 

You started to shake your head, but Theo paid the action no mind. “Take it, cara mia,” he said forcefully. “Take my cock, take my heart, take all of me.” 

Your tits jiggled as he fucked you through his own orgasm, his thrusts growing erratic as he spilled his thick, hot cum inside of you. His eyes rolled back at the thought of filling you and stuffing you full of his seed. It overflowed past your sensitive, puffy folds and dripped down your thighs. Even when he pulled his softening cock out of you, Theo made sure to push it all back in with his fingers. You whimpered at the sensitivity between your legs as he leaned back to admire his work. 

Theo seemed to take pity on you, tutting at the red circles around your wrist. “M’gonna take the cuffs off now, okay, bella?” 

You nodded, trembling slightly when he finally unchained you from the bed. Theo cooed over your raw wrists, kissing and fawning over the sensitive skin. Taking full advantage of the distraction, you snatched the knife Theo had carelessly discarded by his thigh and drove the blade into his shoulder. 

Theo hissed in surprise, his blue eyes widening. “You fucking stabbed me,” he declared incredulously. “You really fucking stabbed me.” 

“Oh my God —“ you sobbed, regret flooding you all at once as your hands shook over the blade. “Theo, I didn’t mean — fuck, are you okay —“ 

The shock caused you to let your guard down, tears streaming down your face as the realization of what you had just done crashed over you. Despite the blade sticking out from his shoulder, Theo seamlessly switched positions so that you were straddling his lap. 

Your right hand was frozen in place, still holding the blade while shaking violently. You expected anger and fear, but Theo only flashed you a lovesick smile as he wrapped his slender fingers around your wrist. “Don’t be shy, Y/N,” Theo teased. “You can do better than that, can’t you?” 

You screamed as Theo drove the blade further into his shoulder, the wound splattering a rain of blood all over your face and hair. “Stop, stop it! Don’t. Theo, stop, please —”

Theo tilted his head and examined you with a curious expression. His gaze softened as you sobbed and trembled in his lap. In his silky voice, he whispered soothing words in your ear and stroked your back to calm your growing hysteria. 

“Aw, you’re worried about me? That’s cute, bella.” The timbre of his voice almost sounded proud. “I wouldn’t waste your tears, though. I'll be fine. It’s just a silly little nick. Besides, now that I’ve had you, it won’t be that easy to get rid of me.”

You gasped as his hardness poked against your ass. How could he be fucking hard at a time like this? There was goddamn knife sticking out of his shoulder, for fuck’s sake!

“Look at you, crying over me.” His voice was husky with need as he rolled his erection against you. It seemed that not even a murder attempt could faze the man underneath you. If anything, Theo seemed turned on by it. God, he was so fucked up. “It’s a good sign, bella. It means that you care. To think, just moments ago, you said you hated me, but here you are concerned for my well being.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, refusing to listen to him speak. It only confused you more. Theo kissed your tears away and caressed your cheek. His violation of you earlier was a direct contradiction of the way he handled you with such gentleness and care, almost like you were something precious to him. You couldn’t reconcile the warring versions of him in your mind. 

“Please, stop,” you murmured as you tried to cover your ears. “You’re confusing me.”

“There’s nothing to be confused about,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Clearly, you care about me. Otherwise, you would have aimed for my heart.” 

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” you whispered in a broken sob. “I just wanted — I wanted —” 

In truth, you didn’t know what you wanted. It was all too traumatic and taxing to fully process. Theo pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Shh, hush now, principessa. I told you, I’ll take care of you. You never have to worry about anything ever again. You can trust me, I promise. I would never let anything or anyone hurt you. I’ll kill anyone who tries. I love you so fucking much.” 

Theo gently pried your wrists away and kissed your fingertips. “You don’t love me yet,” he admitted in a wistful tone. “But you will, bella.” 

[luigilore]

it's my first time sending an ask to any lu blog but you're my fav, so bear w me.

i'm longing for virgin!lu on this very fine night rn.

like a fwb situation with college, nerdy, fratboy!lu who you met through a mutual friend, who became your unofficial cute tutor and who you became really close friends with throughout the months.

you see how he has no experience whatsoever, even though he has girls flocking to him at every waking moment. when you ask one of his friends about it, they laugh in your face, going on about how oblivious you are, how much of a crush he has on you, how badly he yearns for you, so much so that he's just too blinded by you to notice any of said girls or see them in that kinda light, so he sticks to following you around like a lost puppy.

one day, you decide to pull an all nighter to start studying for your finals and you find yourself unable to decipher anything without lu guiding you through every little step. it's midnight when you opt to shoot him a quick text instead of calling him cause you know he's an early riser. he responds almost immediately, asking if you're okay and tells you he's on his way when he finds out what's been keeping you up.

you hear a soft knock on your door 15 minutes later and you let him into your apartment, he smiles at you sheepishly and you take his hand in yours to guide him to your room, looking back at him once only to find his face flushed and his eyes a little glassy. when you ask him why he was up so late he changes the subject, drapes himself across your bed and inquires about where your roommate is, you tell him she's staying over at her boyfriend's.

he stays up with you, answering your every question without fail and explaining every single concept in your book thoroughly. by the time it's 3am, you guys decide to call it a night and you set up a time to meet up the following day. you feel so thankful and you rack your brain for any method to repay him.

you bump your shoulder with his, your foot trailing down his calf slowly, he blushes, clears his throat and avoids your eyes. your exhausted, sleep deprived brain manages to conjure an idea so insane yet it tumbles out of your lips before you get the chance to think about it twice. through shy mumbles and a few stutters, you suggest he starts sleeping with you, with no strings attached, in order to help him gain experience, and he physically jumps at the idea of being that close to you, so he agrees in a heartbeat.

he starts fidgeting under your gaze and you get up, getting a cheap bottle of wine. you come back and you open the bottle, passing it to him and he wordlessly takes a sip before passing it back to you. one sip becomes two, and then three, and so on, until you're both tipsy and halfway through the once full bottle of wine. when you take one last sip of your own, you hold his chin, pulling his face closer and you bring the rim of the bottle to his lower lip. he looks up at you with his big, round, wet eyes and drinks from your hand. he doesn't even get the chance to fully swallow when you pull him in and kiss him, dribbles of wine slipping from the corner of his mouth while he sloppily reciprocates. you start making out and you cradle his face in your hands and he's burning up like a fucking furnace, hands fumbling to bring you closer to him, eventually moving you to his lap and letting out tiny whines while he bucks up into you unknowingly.

the moment you take your shirt off, he starts salivating, it's like he's in a trance and he only manages to break out of it when you tell him to take off your bra, he doesn't even notice your attempt at teasing him and tries to unclip it with reddened cheeks but he eventually gives up with a low whine and rests his head against your chest to hide his face, cause he's so embarrassed.

you take it off yourself, and you feel bad, so you bring his face to one of your nipples and he latches on immediately, not even thinking about it. his hips have a mind of their own, with him now dry humping you like a dog. whines and moans slipping out of his throat and he doesn't even get the chance to work on your other breast before he cums in his pants, he hides his face in your boobs and apologizes profusely but you just give him a kiss on his forehead and pet his hair and he's hard all over again.

you eventually get on your knees to give him his first ever bj, and you only bob your head a few times before he's pulling you off of him and babbling about how he doesn't want to come yet. you get on top of him and give him the ride of his life and he literally has to physically stop himself from telling you how much he loves you, holding you to his chest with tears streaming down his face while you coo at him.

he experimentally plays with your clit, nuzzling his nose against your cheek when you let out a keen. you praise him until he gets so shy he buries his face in your neck and comes with you. he sniffles and pulls his head back just to give you a proper kiss. mumbling out a tired "can we go again?" while looking at you with his puppy eyes.

the next morning, he wakes up with you sleeping in his arms and the first thing he does is give you a kiss on your forehead before he goes on his phone, and adds a few books about female pleasure to his shopping cart.

OMGG HI!!!! im sorry i didnt get to this yesterday i wanted time to fully respond but this is so good wtf. ily <3 ty for sending this i love it soooo much like such a good tl cleanse rn lol

ugh u being baffled at how he cant see all of the attention he gets 

his friends being like lmfao. ur just as oblivious as him!!

like a lost puppy omg stop 

this is so timely for finals szn like why dont i have this rn wow

omg like the stem class u have is a huge lecture and u dont understand the why ur prof explains things and ur ta doesn’t reposed to emails so luigi rlly is ur only hope 

and he always responds so fast to u…. like minutes

at first hes a bit uncomfortable sitting on ur bed but quickly gets over it and watches u so endeared ugh 

at some point you'd say “you probably think im stupid” and he’d be offended like “i could NEVER”

lmfao being just soooo grateful for his help… ur running off of too much caffeine and too little food and horribly unsubtly rub his calf. and he'd get hard stupid fast too

gosh he'd be soooo nervous 

the cheap wine… god an essential… and he’d scrunch his nose up at the taste too lmfao 

“he looks up at you with his big, round, wet eyes” ahh

omg his skin being like burning hot 

and him being embarrassed not being able to get ur bra off lolol feeling his long fingers fumbling w the clasp as he lets out a small huff of frustration

and him just going feral as soon as he gets the chance is so hot like i want him to hide his face in my boobs wtf… 

he’d be so expressive omg and would literally lose his mind looking down at u 

omg cumming and telling u thank u repeatedly 

"can we go again?" while looking at you with his puppy eyes. FUCKK

omfg the female pleasure books ofc… he would fr be so interested in ‘experimenting’ and like maximizing ur pleasure once ur fr fwb (or dating!)

im sorry if my annotations r insane i just am so 😫😫

[cod-dump]

Hgjgkdskks I stumbled upon a story someone shared online of an event from their time deployed to Afghanistan and I cannot stop thinking about it in context of Phillip and Mama Graves 😂

Basic story: the unit was under fire most days, the morale was low, mail delivery was slow. When care packages and mail finally got through, OP got a package from his grandmother with like 30 bright pink thongs, with "juicy" on them in rhinestones. Grandma's note said "these were on clearance at Victoria's Secret, and I remembered you mentioning your unit needed more trade items for the locals. Hope these help!"

I'm fucking LOSING IT. Graves when he was still with the Marines, absolutely beet red in the face reading his mother's reasoning on why she'd sent him 30 PAIRS OF LADIES' UNDERWEAR. However, they quickly become legendary trade items for other guys to mail back home 😂

Bet when he came out, he never let her forget that she sent him fuckin bright pink sparkly thongs into the desert.

LMAO his mother WOULD

___

The utter horror when Graves realized what his dear mother sent him? Him trying, and failing, to hide from his unit what was in the carepackage his mother sent him. They were cackling, he never felt more embarrassed. Eventually they, one by one, were taken.

He kept one, just one. An memento for this. And some pictures to have printed out from a disposable camera. For proof. He wasn't going to let her forget.

And years later, someone the damn thong, still as sparkly as ever, rears itself. And he has to explain the whole situation again to ease the judgement. Some of it, Graves still chose to keep one of the damn things.

[middlingmay]

Idk what your feelings are on cheating in fic so if you’re not okay with that that’s totally fine but do you have any scenarios you could share about Marge (or maybe John’s wife) catching John and Gale in the act? Like how that would all go down and how and where she would find them and what position they’d be in, etc. And maybe her reaction wouldn’t be as negative as one would imagine? Or she comes around to it once she’s given time to think on it and she’s okay with letting Gale go OR she asks to be allowed to sit in an watch or something and touch and kiss and praise Gale while John is making love to him? I’ve also had an thought of Marge catching Gale having phone sex with John over the phone…

Idk these are just some vague scenarios that I have and was wondering if you’d ever thought of any similar and could elaborate or build off of it 😘

Hello hello!

Okay, so, I appreciate the flexibility of your ask 😅 I'm not big on cheating fics, but it definitely depends on how it's handled. So, I'd definitely lean towards Marge being okay with it in the end <3

There are a few very good fics that touch on Marge catching the Buckies in the act. There's obviously Close and Yet Closer, where John visits the Clevens, and he and Gale cheat on Marge a lot. It's emotional and passionate and painful, and I think it's pretty highly recommended across the fandom.

BUT. If I had to write a cheating fic, i think it would go along these kinds of lines:

John is visiting, like almost a year after the wedding because both he and Gale are aware of their feelings for each other, and know they have no place in Gale and Marge's marriage. But they can only stay away from each other for so long, genuinely struggle without each other, and eventually give in.

Marge is thrilled. Sees the difference in Gale immediately and John is a very entertaining house guest. Except there are these tense moments that she puts down to shared memories of over in Europe.

However, she wakes one night to an empty bed and goes searching for Gale. She sees the door to John's bedroom open and sneaks up to peek inside. And she sees them.

It's not a sweet peck or gentle embrace. Gale is in John's lap and John is holding him so tight it has to hurt, and they kiss like they're purging something, furious and angry and hurting.

Marge heads back to bed in a daze. Pretends to be asleep when Gale returns. She spends the next few days thinking about what she saw. There is hurt, but it takes her a while to realise it's not because Gale kissed John: it's because he didn't tell her about his feelings for the other man. They promised honesty and communication even-especially-when it was hardest, and at the first hurdle it feels like Gale let her down.

It's awful at home, because John and Gale won't look at each other, won't look at her, and she has no idea what to do but she has to do something because she can't take it anymore.

So she confronts them. Gale is instantly apologetic, begging her for another chance. But John? John doesn't say anything. Gets up from the chair, heads up stairs and doesn't come down for several minutes. When he does he has his suitcase in his hand.

And despite just begging Marge for forgiveness, Gale's face crumples when he sees it, and John looks a him sorrier than she's ever seen anything.

John just whispers a very quiet "I'm sorry" before he walks out the door.

And Marge is stuck still for a minute because she doesn't know what else to do. Doesn't know how to tell her husband that she wishes he had just talked to her, and doesn't know how to explain it to herself why she's not angrier about everything.

But then the door snaps shut she snaps out of it and rushes out the door after John. He's got long legs but he's not rushing so she catches up and grabs the edge of his suitcase and holds on to stop him from going anywhere. He tries to take it back and they end up it a tug-of-war until John can't take it.

"Jesus, Marge! I'm trying to do the right thing here! Let go!"

"Like hell!" And she tears the suitcase out his hand and rushes back inside with it, so John has no choice but to follow.

When Gale sees them come back inside, he looks equal parts miserable and hopeful and Marge throws down John's suitcase and finally erupts, points the finger at both of them, saying things like, "Why didn't you tell me?!", and "You're supposed to be my friend. You're my husband - and you lied!"

They stand there and take it, but neither of them are getting the fact that it was keeping her in the dark that's upset her so badly. So she changes track. Holds Gale's hand and says,

"You trust me or you don't. Which is it?"

He trusts her. More than anyone; more than himself.

So she kisses him and hears John's breath hitch on something sad sounding, and then she turns to him, takes his hand and leans up and kisses him too.

She admits to them then and there, she doesn't know what this is, or how she feels, or how anything is supposed to work, but if they want to be together, all they needed to do was be honest with her. The rest they can figure out.

And that's as far as I can think today! Thanks for sending in the ask 😊

[moody-alcoholic]

These Violent Delights

Chapter 28- Bonus

Summary: poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o AU. WC: 2k

CW: alcohol, negative coping mechanisms, mentions of wounds.

TVD masterlist - next bonus

Enjoy <3

It’s dark when Simon, Kyle and Johnny get back to the building. 

They come straight into the medical room where John has been sitting by your bed. You finally fell asleep after a few more minutes and a few more drugs. You look relaxed, you look like you’re just sleeping. 

“How is she?” Kyle is the first to come over. John clears his throat and stands up out of the chair. Kyle takes his spot reaching out to pick up your hand. 

“She’s-” He doesn’t know what to say, you’re not okay but you’re alive, you’re breathing. Lucky Piper and Fleur come into the room. There’s not a lot of space and suddenly John’s feeling claustrophobic. 

“Let's talk outside.” He says, everyone nods and they all start to file out the room. John is last, leaving the door open slightly. Fleur comes over to Simon to look at his neck but he dismisses her.

“Let her check you out.” John says. This time Simon relents sitting down on one of the chairs pulling his mask up over his nose. Johnny goes to stand next to him as Piper looks around everyone nervously. 

“She’s okay.” Piper says. John doesn’t believe her, she’s not usually this tense - this worried. “It’ll take her a few days to recover before we can start trying to get her back.” 

“Get her back, how?” Kyle asks. 

“Right now her subconscious is in control. It’s trying to protect her, it perceives everything as a threat. That's why she’s sedated, it will give her time for her body to recover, for her to be able to rest. Eventually we’ll wean her off the sedation and when she realises there's no actual threat she’ll wake up.” Piper explains. She looks around to see if everyone is following. There are a few confused glances. John looks over at Simon, his wound already looks like it’s healing, Fleur finishes bandaging it up and he pulls his mask back down. 

“How long will it take?” Johnny asks. 

Piper shrugs and crosses her arms. “A couple of days, a week at least.” Johnny sighs looking over at John who takes a step forward. 

“One of us will be with her at all times. We’ll take it in turns every 4 hours” 

“I can stay first.” Johnny volunteers stepping up. John nods, he should be staying, it’s his fault you got hurt in the first place. 

“The guy she attacked.” John says looking up at Simon. “Anyone important?” 

“No. He was sneaking off base to visit his girlfriend. She just happened to come across him. His story checks out.” Simon says. 

“You should get some rest.” John nods at him. For a second it doesn’t look like he’s going to move, he quickly glances over at Johnny then stands up. 

“I can take the next shift.” Simon says, John nods. 

“If there’s any change, I don’t care what it is, I want to know.”  He looks over at Piper and Fleur. 

“Of course.” Piper says, she still looks like she’s about to burst into tears. Shit, she’s just recovered from being injured. John takes a step up to her. 

“Are you good? Do you need a break?” He asks, lowering his voice watching her face for a reaction. 

She shakes her head. “I’m good.” He nods then turns to Johnny, Simon and Kyle. 

“No one, I mean no one other than us, Piper and Fleur are allowed anywhere near that room. Anyone wants to go in they come to me, I don’t care if the queen of England herself shows up. No one goes into that room.” John says keeping his voice low and level, his eyes digging into Johnny.

“No one’s getting in.” Johnny replies, John smiles and pats him on the shoulder. 

“Good lad.” 

…

The bottle of whisky came out quicker than he expected. He couldn’t stand looking at the empty bed. The one he’s supposed to be sharing with you, the covers are still thrown back. The last time he was in bed with you feels like it was days ago, not hours. 

He let you down, he let you get hurt. He still remembers the scream, the shots. It didn’t feel real at the time, they all hoped it was nothing, maybe something exploded in the lab. Then he could smell it, taste it in the air, blood and fear, your blood and fear. 

It took Kate less than a day to figure out it was a shadow mole. It took another 2 days before they found him. He managed to fuck that up too.

He picks up his glass, swilling the caramel coloured liquid watching it coat the sides. There’s no ice here, he could go to the kitchen but he would rather be alone right now. He needs to think, he needs to keep going over everything in his head. Each time he could have stopped you from getting hurt - each time he let you down. 

He brings the glass up to his lips, breathing in the deep woody scent of the whisky before tipping it back. He lets it linger on his tongue, it’s not the good stuff - not that he’s drinking it for the flavor right now.

He puts the glass down immediately reaching over for the bottle to top himself up. He should stop, he should go outside, get some fresh air and then get some sleep. He can’t though not until he methodically breaks down his actions and what he should have done differently. 

He should have told you sooner about Hale. He should have upped security around the area from the start. He should have thought about moles, he should have moved you back to Scotland as soon as you recovered from being shot.

He feels anger rise and he sits up downing the glass. He should have been with you, instead he was distracted and let the mole slip right past them again. It was left up to you to protect Piper and it should have been him.

It should have been him. 

He doesn’t even remember finishing the next glass, just filling it up again. Kate tried to warn him, she put her fucking job on the line to come and warn him. Actually that's when he should have sent you back up to Scotland; when Kate arrived to warn him Shadow Company had slipped off her radar. 

He let himself believe he could protect you, he let himself become complacent. He let you down, he keeps letting you down. And you still trust him, you still look at him like he’s going to fix everything, like he’s your anchor in the storm. 

Maybe he’s no better then Hale, you keep getting hurt because of his stupidity and you still come back to him again and again. The next glass doesn’t taste as bad, the bitter taste only lingers for a second as his head starts to swim. 

He really should stop but he welcomes the fuzziness. Anything to chip away at the guilt that feels like it's choking him.

There’s a knock on his door. He’s not really in the mood for visitors right now. He gets up anyway, putting the empty glass down. When he opens it he sees Kyle standing there, he moves to the side letting him in.

“How are you?” Kyle asks as John slips his arm around his waist. 

“I’m okay, how are you?” John asks, pressing a kiss into Kyle’s neck. It’s a good distraction, John didn’t think he would want company but having Kyle here and the warm feeling of the whisky settling in his stomach is nice. 

Kyle turns in his arms, John keeps his hands firm on Kyle’s hips. “Worried.” Kyle says after a few seconds. John sighs, he wants to put him at ease but he can’t, he’s worried too, but he won’t admit that not right now. He needs to stay strong for the team, for the pack. He can’t spiral and he definitely can’t let them spiral. 

“It’s going to be okay.” John says, dropping his hands from Kyle's waist and going over to his desk. He reaches into the cupboard pulling out another glass, holding it up for Kyle. 

“I’m good.” Kyle says. John puts the glass down anyway, reaching over for the bottle and filling his glass up. Kyle steps up behind him and John turns with his glass in hand. 

“It’s not your fault.” Kyle says. It makes John’s stomach drop. John scoffs. He’s wrong, of course it’s his fault. He’s the captain, this happened on his watch. He knows Kyle’s trying to help but it’s not what he needs to hear right now. 

“How were you to know that Shadow Company had moles this deep?” Kyle asks, frowning. 

“It’s my job to know. I put everyone's life at risk.” John says, taking a sip of his drink. “I trusted Williams, I let my guard down again.” 

“You can’t vet a whole base.” Kyle says. 

“Then we should have stayed in Scotland.” John snaps. He doesn’t mean to, it’s not Kyle's fault, it’s no one's fault but his. He shouldn’t have listened to Williams, he should have listened to his gut. He knew moving was a risk, he knew leaving the safety of the highlands and putting his trust in MI6 was a bad idea. 

Simon was right though, Williams was right they couldn’t stay hidden forever. Eventually they would need to move and with Piper being alive they would have had a target on their back sooner rather than later. Hale was not going to stop, he’s not going to stop, not until he’s dead and in the ground. 

He feels Kyle reach out and touch his arm. It’s not as comforting as it should be, he looks in Kyle's eyes. It’s almost like he’s trying to plead with him to relax. He downs the rest of the whisky feeling it burn all the way down his throat. 

“It’s my job to fix this Kyle. No one else, I let the team down, the pack. People got hurt on my watch.” 

“She’s going to be okay.” Kyle says, dropping his arm as John turns away from him. 

“She shouldn’t be in this position. If I told her about Hale sooner-” He scoffs again putting the glass down on the desk before leaning over and bracing himself on it. “I should have killed him in America. I shouldn’t have left it to chance.” 

“You didn’t have a choice.” Kyle says. 

“There’s always a choice.” John lets out a sigh. Kyle's hand lands on his back, for a few seconds neither of them say anything. 

“I can stay.” He says. 

“No. I’m good.” John says as he grips the desk, he doesn’t believe the words as they come out. He just needs to be alone, he needs to think. More importantly he needs to make sure this doesn’t ever happen again. 

Kyle sighs letting his hand linger on John’s back for as long as he dares. “You know where to find me.” He says. There's no response from John, Kyle looks at the bottle on the desk before turning to leave. 

Simon is waiting for him when he comes out leaning up against the banister, he straightens up when he sees him. Kyle lets out a sigh and the both walk together. 

“He’s blaming himself.” Kyle says eventually. 

“To be expected.” Simon responds coldly. Kyle stops outside his room. 

“He’s half way through a bottle.” Kyle says. Simon sighs looking back towards John’s room.

“Get some rest. I’ll keep an eye on him.” 

“I don’t mind.”

“No. it’s okay, let's give him the night. He’ll be fine tomorrow.” Simon says, he sounds convinced. Kyle’s not so sure, he presses down on his door handle. 

“Does this mean you’re in charge now?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. Simon hums, he seems distracted by something. 

“Till he’s sober.” Simon says and heads for the stairs. “I’ll come get you in a few hours. Try and get some sleep.” 

“Si.” Kyle calls, he stops halfway down the stairs looking up at him. “She’s going to be okay.” Simon nods, then continues down the steps. Kyle watches as he heads over to John's office before looking back up at John’s door. He wants nothing more than to go over and force John to rest even if all he needs to do is just hold him. 

Instead he goes into his room. Maybe Johnny will join him after he’s finished his shift watching over you. Or maybe he won’t, whatever happens Simon’s right he needs to get some rest, it’s going to be a long week.

Chapter 28 - next bonus

Dividers by @plum98

[mahtariel-of-himring]

Not my usual content, but this has been sitting in my notes forever now

I was thinking about Sophie‘s parentage and remembered that short time in the first book when no one was telling her about Prentice and she thought he was her father.

Could you imagine the absolute chaos that would have ensured had he actually been?

Like, just imagine it.

Sophie, looking as she does now, straight blond hair, brown eyes, just with a bit darker skin, not making it obvious at all for everyone to immediately realize but just enough that it’s clear one parent must have had dark or darker skin.

It would literally change everything.

Let‘s assume that Tiergan knew, or at least figured it out because of some small details. Like, I don’t know, her smile, or the way she did certain things. (Like we know that she has the eyelash plucking from Oralie)

So he figures it out, and obviously get‘s really protective over her and all that stuff, not as much as to betray that something was off but more than he is at the moment.

This also completely changes her relationship with Wylie, because she would be his half sister, but neither would know.

He‘d still have something of a grudge against her and everything, he‘d still blame her but she is, unknowingly, his half sister.

The entire dynamic of that would be so screwed up when it came out.

This time I think she‘d find out about him first, because eventually she meets him in Exile and goes into his mind, and we know he remembered Cyrah so why not his daughter?

Small details would be changed, nothing much, he‘d still tell her that phrase and everything but I think he‘d look at her a bit differently, subconsciously knowing who she was, and I think Sophie would notice that look and remember it later.

The rest of the book would probably play out the same, as would the next one, but once they join Black Swan I believe that this would be more prominent again.

When they go to rescue Prentice it still goes the same but Sophie is now questioning her parentage, and that look won’t leave her mind.

She‘ll probably brush it off for a book or two more, until she heals him.

Being freshly returned Prentice remembered Wylie and Tiergan so most likely also her.

At first this isn’t a big deal, but when Forkle says that it was probably for the best that Prentice didn’t remember, Sophie gets suspicious.

Then comes all the action and she has no time to think on it or continue her search. Nightfall comes and goes, they safe Atlantis and everything calms down.

Then comes the Flashback incident, and they are attacked, and Sophie and Wylie are there, and for some reason Wylie finds himself being protective over her, not knowing why. Yes, she brought back his Dad but she was initially also the reason he was gone, so why did he feel like that?

Sophie spends her time in the medical station, heals, trains, gets better.

Towards the end of it Wylie comes to visit her, and tells her about what had happened, what he had felt in that moment, and she tells him about those looks Prentice had given her.

They ponder on it and eventually come to the same conclusion, it would explain a lot, and due to Sophie seemingly having one dark skinned biological parent it wouldn’t be completely impossible.

But they don’t say anything, they’re unsure, don’t want to interfere with Prentice’s healing and so keep it to themselves.

Legacy happens and Sophie finds out about Oralie, it doesn’t go well, but this time she calls Wylie, just because it felt right.

She doesn’t tell him what exactly happened but he was smart enough to have an idea what it was.

He comforts her and it actually helps, and they decide right there and then that they are in fact siblings.

This realization however screws over a major part of her life.

Alden.

[fluhfish]

REVERENCE

it's legit 1 am rn and my heads about to explode. enjoy.

★ - obligatory mature content warning.

If there are any good galra, they’ve had 10,000 years to take down Zarkon. I would never count on them for help.

“Hey.”

Cuphead snaps out of his thoughts, whipping his head around. Bendy stands holding his helmet to his hip. The orange hues of the sunset — as close as this planet has to a sunset anyway — dance across his honey-brown skin. An easy smile rests on his lips.

Radiant as ever, Cup thinks.

He forces his eyes away.

“Jeez,” Bendy barks a laugh. “You look like an angsty middle schooler brooding out here by yourself.”

Cup only scoffs, unable to hide the mild tinge of annoyance in his voice “Don’t you have a princess to be wooing over?” Bendy frowns at the obvious bitterness in his words.

He flops down next to the red paladin and huffs a small sigh, “Ya know she didn't mean any of that, right?” Settling his helmet on his lap, he leans his arm on it, looking at Cup with a look the blonde can’t quite place. The same one he had when they saved him and Felix from Sendak, but Cup is trying not to think about that right now.

Pointedly, Cup doesn't look at Bendy, only offering a small scowl in response. He’d think of some sarcastic quip but, in all honesty, he's too busy still trying not about how utterly fucked he is.

We are a good team

Welp.

This was a horrible idea. He should've just gone to his room. All these feelings swirling around and nagging at his chest like a parrot in a bird cage — he doesn't know how to act around Bendy right now. Of all people why did his brain pick Bendy fucking Bbro whos known for flirting with every damn girl in the galaxy and- and ..Alice. It's always Alice.

At the start it had just been an annoyance, like a buzzing too close to his ears. He could ignore it — them — like he always did. Even back at the garrison Cuphead convinced himself, willed himself, to pretend what he was feeling was nothing more than simple animosity towards the other boy.

It's just like Bendy had said all those months ago — they were neck and neck, right?

Rivals. That's all they were and all they ever could be.

Momentarily he contemplates setting off the red lions defenses and seeing if it’ll just end both their suffering already.

He doesn't.

“She hates me.” he says instead. The other paladins smile drops and he offers a sympathetic noise in response, “Alice just-” Bendy sighs “She just needs time. I mean the galra wiped out her whole race. I’m sure eventually she'll come around.” It's a weak excuse and they both know it, but at this point what else can he say?

Cup swallows down his arguments.

Noticing his inner turmoil, Bendy moves closer and puts his hand over Cuphead's “I mean.. who cares what she thinks though. To us- To me, you’re still you galra or not.” Cuphead scoffs, unable to fight back the small smile tugging at his lips.

He can feel the warmth of Bendy’s hand on his and suddenly he’s acutely aware of the lack of distance between them. Despite the paladin uniform, Bendy’s touch felt like fire on his skin.

It’s quiet for a tick — yes, a tick — before he decides to speak.

Cup looks over at him, “How do you do it?”

Bendy blinks owlishly before scrunching his face in what Cup can only place as mild amusement. “Do..what, mullet”

“I dunno. How do you be so- this.” He vaguely gestures to Bendy with his unoccupied hand. “How do you just.. not care? You're so unbothered by all of this, by me, I- I don’t get it” he snaps his mouth shut and opens it again, trying to come up with something- anything to try and explain the deep yearning gnawing at his chest. “You should hate me. O-or at the very least be- I don't know- weary?” he combs his free hand through his hair anxiously and looks away.

Before Bendy can get a word in, Cup continues babbling “I mean what if she's right and- and when it comes down to it I really can't be trusted at all. What if zarkon gets me and does some weird alien-galra brainwashing shit or my weird galra instincts take over and I hurt someone? I mean, it's not exactly like I know what alien puberty is like-” he snaps his mouth shut again. Nervously, he glances back over at Bendy.

The other paladin has his brows pinched together, furrowed, staring at him like he's one of Boris’ weird pieces of tech he can't figure out.

Cup inwardly holds his breath, shrinking slightly under the others gaze.

He should just leave — pretend this whole thing never happened. Pretend he can’t feel the others body heat on his hands mixing with his own. Pretend said heat isn't rapidly rising to his face. Pretend Bendy isn’t moving slightly closer, thigh bumping against his own.

Pretend he can't feel the odd tension in the air.

Maybe with enough luck �� of which he's definitely not known for having, but a guy can dream – Bendy will just forget this whole interaction even occurred, go back to using his cringey one-liners on Alice, and Cup can just wallow in his misery forever.

“I know-” Bendy starts before seemingly deciding against it and biting his lip. He sighs, “I know we aren't like best pals frolicking in the field together and man I've wanted to just throttle you a good few times but—” He inched a little closer, their faces barely a few inches apart. “I do care about you Cup like- a lot. Nothing's gonna change that anytime soon. And if I gotta stick through some weird alien puberty then, so be it.” He makes a point to do finger quotes around ‘alien puberty’ — almost as if he was trying to emphasize just how ridiculous Cup sounded which- yeah. Okay. Maybe he was being a little nonsensical.

Cup can’t quite place the emotion in his voice – or well he can but some part of him chants he's just being hopeful – nonetheless he believes every word. As if his brain could do anything else.

He doesn’t know what to say so ultimately Cup ends up just staring back at him like an idiot.

It’s silent for another few ticks.

Bendy sighs again, something akin to annoyance graces his features before it's quickly replaced with hestiance. He seems to come to a resolution on whatever internal conflict he was having because with quick precision – one only a sharpshooter could manage – Bendy’s hand shoots out.

Cup doesn't register what's happening until suddenly the back of his neck is grabbed and their lips are being smashed together.

He sucks in a breath of surprise and pulls away.

“What—” Cup breathes. Was he pitying him? Had Cup been that obvious this whole time? He didn't think Bendy was that cruel. Was he?

“You want this, right?” Bendy interjects his quickly spiraling thoughts, piercing him with a look that makes Cup think he's seeing right into his soul and – considering what's happening right now – maybe he is. “Tell me you don’t and we can just- stop. Pretend it didn’t happen.”

Oh

Oh

Okay.

Cup takes a moment to stare back before answering, taking in the others features. Bendy’s flushed face and dilated pupils mixed with the way he’s looking at Cup make a shiver go down his spine, goosebumps rising on his skin.

Fuck it, he thinks.

Cup grabs both sides of Bendy's face and crashes their lips together with a feverish vigor.

Maybe this is all a dream or some stress-induced hallucination or maybe he's finally fucking losing it; either way he can't find it in him to stop. This’ll definitely come to bite him in the ass later.

Bendy presses their mouths together harder, tilting his head and deepening the kiss and shifting again. Before Cup can even think to pull away to breathe, he's being straddled and vaguely he registers the other paladins helmet tumbling off somewhere beside them. He’d hope it's not damaged but honestly, he’s been internally praying for this day since he was 15, the helmet is a worthy sacrifice. One Felix will most definitely scold them for later.

Finally, they parted to breathe. If he didn’t know any better he’d think Bendy was trying to devour him. Cup goes to speak but the other beats him to it, “I love you.” Bendy murmurs before going back in to kiss him again, looping his arms around Cup’s neck.

Cuphead doesn’t care if he means it. He doesn’t care if it’s all just the heat of the moment because god did it feel so right. Somehow, for once, nothing else mattered. It all just melted away as their mouths gradually started to move together in tandem.

Bendy pulls away first, a ravenous look in his eyes.

“Are you? -”

“yes-” Cup pants without missing a beat.

The blue paladin huffs a laugh, it’s a low, frankly dangerous noise. “All for me, huh?” he mutters, eyes half lidded, twirling a loose strand of Cup’s hair. Bendy grinds his hips down and Cup keens. A small, choked whine escapes his lips and he barely stops himself from rutting upwards, desperate for more- something— anything.

“We - ughn - shouldn't do this here –”

“Cmon baby,” Bendy coos “have a little backbone.”

“Eugh—ah- don’t call me that-”

Bendy huffs something akin to a laugh, “You gonna stop me, blondie?” He teases. His hands move from around Cuphead’s neck to wind themselves around his torso, pulling him impossibly closer. Their already hardening dicks pressed together even more. The friction felt like electricity on Cup’s skin, digging down into his very bones. He licks his lips and swallows, mouth dry.

“M-maybe-” Cuphead croaks. His eyes dart down to Bendy’s kiss swollen mouth; Cup really, really wants to kiss him again.

So he does. Hands travel from the sides of Bendy’s face to his hair, gloved fingers making themselves at home in his raven locks, tugging. The other lets out a drawled out moan at the action. Yep, that went straight to his dick — as if he could get any harder than he already was.

Suddenly Bendy pulls away, panting. “Lets- hah- move this along yeah?” His hands caress up and down Cup’s sides, sending tingles of arousal up Cuphead’s spine. God he wished he wasn’t wearing his stupid fucking paladin uniform. He wanted to feel the others touch on his bare skin, wanted to drown in the sensation and pray he never woke up from it.

His daze was quickly broken by the misplaced sensation of the cool breeze hitting the base of his spine, Cup cringed and tried to squirm.

“Huh.. I forgot these things were a two piece” He hears Bendy mumble.

Cuphead feels him tug at the hem of what would be considered Cup’s pants before pulling away slightly, hesitance swimming in his eyes.

“May i?”

“Bends- hah- i swear to everything in the known galaxy if you don’t just fucking- touch me already im going to kill us both.”

All remnants of hesitation melt away from Bendy’s features in an instant and he finally- finally frees Cup’s — borderline painfully — hard dick from the confines of the under suit. Cuphead gasps before moaning, long and drawlled, cutting off into a desperate whine as the blue paladins gloved hand wraps around his shaft.

Bendy pumps it once experimentally all while staring Cup down, seemingly gauging his reaction.

“Hnn..fuck-” Cup breathes, bucking his hips up in an attempt to chase the feeling.

Seeming satisfied, Bendy repeats the motion, swiping his thumb over the tip every few strokes. Cuphead lets his arms fall and wrap around the other, grasping at any loose areas of fabric he can possibly find, dropping his forehead to Bendys shoulder.

“f- ah- fast-”

“Faster?” Bendy whispers, voice laced with honey.

“yes- nn- yes yes- hah please.” The whines rip out of him like a prayer, repeatedly- uncontrollably.

Cup cuts off his own hazy babbling and nips at Bendy’s neck, licking and sucking at the small sliver of exposed skin available. The boy above him sucks in a surprised gasp, breath hitching. A hand snakes its way back into Cup’s curls grasping – but not tugging.

Bendy’s rutting down on him, panting, and Cuphead can feel the peak of an orgasm almost- barely making its way into his gut.

The babbling is back and Cup can only just make out what he himself is saying. Words start tumbling out, mixtures of begging and repetitive yes's tear out of him with vigor.

A gloved hand twists and Cuphead swears he sees what used to be altea before his vision goes blank. A knot in his gut Cup didn't even realise had formed, comes undone.

“Ben- hnng-” His body tenses, mouth forming an ‘o’, eyes blown wide. Cup's fingers claw at Bendy’s back and he spills over, painting the others hand and his own abdomen in white.

The red paladin melts against the Bendy’s warm body, panting, trying to collect himself.

Bendy bites his lip, still rutting down on Cup desperately.

The blonde vividly registers a small alarm noise blaring somewhere beside them, he blinks his eyes blearily and squints. Huh.

“Be..Bends-” He chokes out, barely above a whisper.

“hn- yeah?-”

Before Bendy can even get his question out, Alice's voice cuts through the air, alarmed.

“Paladins! Hello?”

Cuphead’s spine straightens out so quick he swears he hears something pop. Bendy startles, falling backwards off his lap and – very gracefully – slams into the ground, scrambling for his helmet.

“Y- ow- Yes, princess?”

“Where the hell are you two?! We need to go! NOW.”

Well.

At least Cup knows what that alarm was now.

They both stumble to their feet. Cuphead makes a noise of mild distaste to the state of his uniform and Bendy’s hand. The other scoffs, pulling out a wipe from one of the compartments attached to his hip, and wiping them both down haphazardly.

Bendy looks around for a brief moment before just tossing it over his shoulder and putting on his helmet, wincing – presumably at Alice’s scolding.

“Yeah, we really gotta go mullet.”

“What about-” Cup gestures down at Bendy's- problem.

The other smirks, a dangerous glint in his eye. “Don't worry, you can just make it up to me later, blondie.” He assures with a wink.

Cuphead’s cheeks flush darkly and Bendy barks a laugh.

“My room, yeah? 10 pm?”

Cup huffs, though a small smile finds its way to his lips, “Sure, sharpshooter.” He mutters.

[pricechecktranslations]

this may be a bit of a weird request, but i'm throwing a powerpoint presentation with my friends and i decided to do it about vocaloid's seven sins saga, but then i realized there's much more to it than i thought. i read your Evillious world and history explanation and i found it very well written and clear, so i was wondering if youd be willing to do the same with the plot of each one of the seven main songs? because im having some trouble getting the story right. thank you so much in advance!

Since you're specifically asking about the songs instead of the novels based on them, I'll try to avoid any major spoilers exclusively from the book plots in my summarizing (but I will be supplementing with some of the worldbuilding info from them). So just note that there's WAY more to each of these stories than what I'm sharing here, and many of them have plot twists that you wouldn't see coming from the songs alone.

As a quick note--I am going to write these in chronological order so you can get a feel for the timeline (most of them take place at least 100-200 years after the previous one), but as I've stated elsewhere the Daughter of Evil series comes first in narrative order and the novels are best read that way (ex, the Lunacy of Duke Venomania novel starts with assuming that the reader is already familiar with a lot of concepts from the DoE novels, and so doesn't take the time to explain them). The songs were also not always released in chronological order.

Lunacy of Duke Venomania: The so-called "Duke Sateriasis Venomania" (played by Gackpo) is a Beelzenian noble that rules over Asmodean as one of the "Five Dukes" of Beelzenia (the Beelzenian empire, at this point in time, has conquered much of Evillious). This is sort of early-medieval Evillious but also has elements of later time periods, like Venomania's outfit. The story centers around his stint as a serial kidnapper building a harem of women for his own enjoyment. Specifically, he has contracted with a demon that gives him various powers, one of which is to magically brainwash anyone of the opposite sex into thinking that they are madly in love with him--usually his modus operandi is that he'll visit somewhere, use his powers on the prettiest women he can find, and then wait for them to come to his mansion on their own under the influence of the brainwashing. He keeps them in the mansion's fully furnished basement. Though he starts off small (his first victim is a simple tailor), he eventually escalates to kidnapping queens and princesses from other countries, which sews quite a bit of political turmoil, as you can imagine. Nonetheless, he escapes detection for a while before he's caught.

Of note is that Venomania was not always so attractive--he was born with a physical facial deformity that led to severe abuse, neglect, and bullying in his youth (which is what motivated him to make the contract). This includes being rejected by a noble girl by the name of Gumina (played by Gumi), who was actually his childhood crush and friend. She is the member of his harem who created the picture that he burns in the PV (and, incidentally, the subject of "The Portrait Glassred Drew", which is the "answer song" to this one). She actually does love him, but their relationship is a little too complex to go into here.

Eventually it turns out that one of his victims (the queen of Marlon) had a lover named Karchess (played by KAITO) who goes to rescue her. He goes in disguise as a specific woman that Venomania was looking to kidnap, and--being a man--the brainwashing power has no effect on him. He pretends it does to get closer to him, however. He stabs Venomania with a special dagger that can kill demon contractors, and in so doing frees all of the women from their mind control, leaving Venomania to die alone.

Evil Food Eater Conchita: This is set in Beelzenia proper this time rather than a subservient country (I believe Asmodean has declared independence already iirc, as a note). Imagine it as sort of late medieval period. The main character in the song is Banica Conchita (played by MEIKO), and she is another one of the "Five Dukes" of Beelzenia, having inherited the position from her father. She is a gourmand who was initially something of a local hero, having revitalized Beelzenia's food culture after studying the cuisine from countries around the world. Unfortunately, due to abuse in her childhood she had an unhealthy relationship with food herself, which through various circumstances led to her contracting with a demon that would allow her to eat anything and everything without getting sick from it. Her downward spiral into becoming a monster is the focus of the song. The Rin and Len characters that sing the bridge to the chorus are Arte and Pollo, her twin servants and best friends.

Now, she does have a key relationship that is almost entirely exclusive to the novel, but shows up in "Drug of Gold", the answer song to this one. Essentially, as a teenager she was engaged to a prince of Marlon, a sickly young man named Carlos (played by KAITO). The engagement was broken off when she was triggered into a PTSD attack at her engagement party, and they don't reconnect until after she's already contracted with the demon. He's the chef that she eats. It makes sense in context.

Eventually, after driving her province to ruin, she eats everyone in the house and then herself, getting the last laugh in the end.

Daughter of Evil: This and the other songs in the DoE series center around the political upheaval of the Kingdom of Lucifenia and its ruler, Princess Riliane (played by Rin). Imagine the French Revolution and you'll get the gist of the setting. I'll try to keep it brief. For context--Lucifenia was built into a prosperous kingdom through the bloody expansion wars perpetrated by the much-loved former king, Arth, alongside his queen Anne. Arth died when Riliane was 6, and Anne dying led to Riliane becoming monarch at just 14 years old. I cannot talk about this song without talking about the answer song, "Servant of Evil", which is from the perspective of Alexiel (played by Len), Riliane's twin brother who was separated from her when they were children to avoid a succession crisis among the nobles using the twins as pawns. His name was changed to Allen, and, after being raised by the captain of the guard, he was installed in the palace as a servant to look after his sister (no one remembers him due to reasons explained in the novels).

Riliane is a spoiled, selfish tyrant. Lucifenia goes through a famine and she hordes the food to herself. The captain of the guard steals food from the palace stores to help the people and she has him killed. She discovers that her betrothed has broken off their engagement to pursue a woman from the kingdom of Elphegort (the only neighbor they have a good relationship with) and proceeds to declare a practically genocidal war against them to snuff out this mystery woman. Etc etc. Now--eventually it's revealed that she was possessed by a demon of Pride that whole time, but this is only obliquely hinted at in the first novel.

The people have enough, and are eventually led through a revolution by the daughter of the captain of the guard. They capture the princess and have her executed. It's revealed in Allen's song, however, that they actually switched places, and it was him who died at the guillotine while she escaped to repent for her cruelty and lead a peaceful life at a monastery.

Gift from the Princess Who Brought Sleep: This takes place in Elphegort (by this point Evillious is sort of quasi-Victorian era), centering around the town of Toragay and Margarita (played by Miku), wife of the local Marquis and daughter of a doctor. What you need to know about Margarita is that she maintains a variety of delusions about her life and her husband, Kaspar (KAITO). He wastes their money, sleeps around on her with other women, and is in general a pretty awful person, but she convinced herself that they're in love because they made a marriage promise as children. Margarita has also reportedly never slept one night in her life.

Now, while it doesn't show up in the song, it does show up in the PV and the "answer song" Fifth Pierrot, so it's important to know that at this time in history there is a criminal organization operating in Evillious called "Pere Noel". Margarita was approached by one of its members and asked to refine the recipe for a poison called "Gift", which puts people to sleep. Permanently. She uses this on her husband, and then on her father, and then progressively on more and more people (developing and changing the poison recipe each time) until finally Toragay is a ghost town. Then she uses the poison on herself, so that she can at last finally sleep.

The Tailor of Enbizaka: Enbizaka is a town situated on a hill in the island of Onigashima, which is part of the nation of Jakoku--basically fantasy Japan. I've said it in my other information post but just fyi Jakoku is NOT part of the region actually named Evillious. Enbizaka is unique in that it's one of the only places in Jakoku that foreigners are allowed to live, and this is right around its version of the Meiji era. This song is about a hard working and modest woman called Sudou Kayo (played by Luka), who is known as a tailor in Enbizaka. Now, in the novels it's explained that Enbizaka went through a fire a few years back, which is relevant to plots in the novel but explaining them would be too much to go into here.

The plot of the song is that Kayo sees her husband cheating on her with a bunch of women, and it's strongly implied that she murders these women and steals articles of clothing from them (a kimono, an obi, and a hairpin). She then goes to confront her husband while wearing these items, at which point it's revealed that he is not her husband at all--she is a stranger to him, and they have never met before. Their relationship was a delusion on her part, and she kills him. There is…a LOT more to the story than that, but again, that's all in the novel.

Some further context--after she committed these murders, she turned herself into the authorities and was executed shortly afterwards. The answer song for this one is from the perspective of a monk and someone who knew her in life, who both pray for her upon visiting her disembodied head (which was put on display because she was a criminal).

Judgment of Corruption: This is set during Evillious' modern era (think 1920s-1940s), primarily in the country of Levianta to the north. At this point in time, Evillious has multiple international organizations governing it, including the Union State of Evillious. Gallerian (played by KAITO) is the head judge of the USE's highest judicial authority, and the legal system is modeled off of the one in Japan, which means there is no jury and as judge he has complete control over guilt and sentencing. Gallerian uses this authority to extract bribes from the accused, deciding trials solely over which gets him paid more.

Gallerian does this because he needs money. Essentially, he had a wife and daughter who he loved very much (the daughter, I mean, not his wife). Both of them were on board a ship called the Titanis when it sank. The wife died, and the daughter…also died but you're not supposed to know that in this song (other songs make clear that what he thinks is his daughter is actually a doll that looks like her)--in this he just believes she has been confined to a wheelchair. He was led to believe by a woman called Ma (a playwright and also sorceress) that if he collected all of the vessels of deadly sin (the items that hold demons inside them), it would grant him his wish to cure his daughter's illness. He needs the money to track down the vessels.

Ultimately, Gallerian's actions result in a major political faction (called the "Tasan Party" but that's not important right now) forming to oust him from power, and when he pardons a general guilty of massacring a village it leads to a civil war breaking out. His house is set on fire by the revolutionaries and he's murdered by Nemesis (who isn't in this song but we will talk about later). This leads to the final sequence of the song where he's in the Hellish Yard.

Some more context: The Hellish Yard is basically hell in this series, with a few key differences. The fandom has never entirely agreed on what specifically happened for real in this scene, because Gallerian's POV here is unreliable. The person he meets--the Master of the Hellish Yard--IS a real character and that is what she looks like, and he does have dreams about meeting her before his death, but their conversation about him relinquishing his fortune if he wants to be saved is the one he has with with Nemesis (who is NOT the same character) before she kills him (again, we'll get to her in a minute). To simplify the matter--his soul goes to the Hellish Yard after he dies and and is trapped there, waiting for a time when he can try to rebuild a better world for him and his daughter.

The Muzzle of Nemesis: This song was made much later than the others and requires the most novel context to understand, but I'll try to keep it only to necessary details. This song actually takes place around the same time frame as Judgment of Corruption, so unlike the others it is NOT after a significant time period has passed, nor is it limited to a specific location. Nemesis (played by Gumi) actually showed up in a prior song called Last Revolver (which is about an assassin who falls in love with her target, kills him, then kills herself). The narrative for this one jumps around quite a bit and has a lot of reveals, but to put the facts in order--she is Gallerian's illegitimate daughter with Ma, the playwright. As far as she knows he abandoned her and her mother (in truth he had no idea she existed), and she was raised in a life of poverty. During this time she was contracted with the demon of wrath without her knowledge. She fell in with the wrong crowd and it turns out she's the one who sank the Titanis that killed Gallerian's wife and put his daughter in a wheelchair, using the help of her pet octopus (though she didn't know his wife and daughter were on the ship at the time).

In order to avoid getting prosecuted for her crime, Nemesis was forced to join an organization called Pere Noel. This is a separate organization from the previous Pere Noel, and has slightly complicated political reasons behind its formation and naming scheme, but all you need to know is that Gallerian is technically the boss of it. It's worth emphasizing that Nemesis' existence and her identity as an assassin in Pere Noel was kept secret from him, but she doesn't know that. Anyway, it's while she works for this group that she ends up having to kill her lover and then tries to kill herself. Her suicide attempt fails due to her demonic contract.

Nemesis then resolves to get revenge on Gallerian for everything. She joins the Tasan party and becomes its highest ranking member, leads the charge on his estate, confronts him, and then when he refuses to atone for what he's done and continues to obsess over the doll in his arms rather than the daughter standing right in front of him, she kills him in a rage using the vessel of wrath (the golden bullets in her gun).

It's not a part of this song, but after this point Nemesis goes on to become a dictator and eventually destroys the world after a few more traumatic events occur.

[exquisitexagony]

He bites his lip, hugging his middle quietly when she tells him to stop. His nails scratch gently at his arm, staring at her with a hard frown as she speaks. He swallows hard, lets her say her piece and maybe even hopes she can change his mind on this... Lips purse.

I'm not married to you, and it's none of Eric's business.

"Just having me around is a damn risk to that, Lee, and you know it," xe interjects sharply. Xyr nose twitches when she says she'd kill xem before xe could hurt Ellie. A curl of xyr lip anad xe clicks xyr tongue with a scoff, rolling xyr eyes and turning xyr head away now. Xe shakes xyr head. What a stupid excuse. The false security of a mother's instincts. Just because she wouldn't let xem, doesn't mean something couldn't happen. Even just something small...She didn't know how any of this works, didn't know what xe was capable of when xe was hungry.

A flash of red in their vision has them flinching. They close their eyes and suck in a slow, deep breath, nose wrinkling with disgust at their own memories. Now, they're turning away entirely, refusing to face her as they close their eyes and try to clear their head.

It won't let me not be around you.

And that's the other problem. That thing, that creature inside her wanted to be around them so much...They had to wonder if Leo actually felt anything for them at all. What if it was all just...the wolf. She's drawn to them and that pull is clearly linked to her dog, so...Who's to say that isn't the only reason? Would she even know the difference?

I'm willing to try. Aren't you?

Silence follows that question. His teeth worry away at his bottom lip. Fingertips crawl up his arm to scratch at his skin.

Aren't you?

That silence weighs far too heavy for far too long. His back stays facing her, still except for the nervous shaking of his leg. Eventually, he shifts his weight on his feet, thumbs at the edge of his pink-tipped nose. A sniff as he turns to look at her sideways over his shoulder.

"I don't know," he finally admits in a breathless whisper. It was the truth. He didn't know if he was ready to try. He'd never been very good with complicated. His life was complicated enough as it was, wasn't it? What about hers? She had so much going on...so much that he'd be taking on by default if he stepped into this thing with her...And who's to say he wouldn't end up killing Eric? That would hurt Leo's daughter. Whether it was direct or not, he would hurt them both. He clears his throat and rubs his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I just...I just..." He swallows. "Leo." Finally, they manage to turn around and face her revealing the faint sheen of tears in their own eyes as well. "Leo, you don't even know me," they point out, their voice a choked whisper. Their head is ducked low like an ashamed dog, a guilty, apologetic creature. Slowly, they shake their head, lips pressing into a thin line. Their leg continues to bounce. Hands squeeze their arms lightly in attempted self comfort.

"I'm a--" Xyr voice breaks. Xe swallows, looking away again. "I'm a bad person, Lee...I'm not...I'm not good for...f'r family a- and- and- and..." Xe waves xyr hands as xe tries to find the right words to explain. "A normal life! Hell, you've got a life closer to normal than I'll-- than I'll ever have! If I-- I mean, if we..." He coughs, pushes his fringe back from his eyes roughly.

"I'm always gonna hurt you. Hurt her. It's gonna happen! One way or another, I-- That's what I do! I hurt people! I destroy things! I can't-- I can't escape that! I'll never get ta have a family 'f my own! I--" A tear drips down his cheek and he quickly turns away again. Hands are tossed to his sides. He heaves out an exasperated sigh, trying to catch his breath as his body tries to force out more tears.

"You do..." His voice quivers when he says it. He doesn't turn around to face her again, trying to hide the tears catching his eyelashes. He reaches up to wipe them away roughly with the heels of his hands. "You do, Lee." He sniffs, finally turns to look at her again. "Don't...Don't fucking squander that. Especially not f'r-- Not because'a me..."

A tilt of her head when xe brushes her hair back. Blinking, she looks away and huffs a sigh before staring back down at her feet. She hadn’t really put much thought into what something might look like between them. Their anxiety was valid even if she’s itching to shoot it all down.

“Stop, stop-” Her hand reaches out but stops short of touching. “Look, I don’t know! I don’t know. It’s not like, it’s not like we have to rush into anything. You don’t have to settle down with me or change the way you live. We can – we can make something work.”

“And why would you have anything to do with me getting custody of her? I’m not married to you, and it’s none of Eric’s business. You’re not gonna hurt Ellie. We both know I’d kill you before you got the chance.” It’s meant to be reassuring but what an odd way to go about it. “I don’t know, Arthur. I want to be with you, it won’t let me not be around you. I can’t – I don’t know. I just want you. I know Ellie will love you, I know you’ll love her. We can figure it out.”

Looking down again, she mumbles something and huffs a sigh. Starts chewing on her cheek until she wipes at her face and looks up again. Teary eyed.

“It’ll be complicated but I’m willing to try. Aren’t you?”  

[microwavesaferat]

Batfam Headcanon Time!!!!

I'm bored, so I'm gonna list some of my headcanon about different Batfam members.

🚨 Disclaimer 🚨

Most of my shit is made from an evil concoction of DC canon in various shows, movies, and comics, along with some fanon for flavour.

Dick Grayson

Was trained to be a Talon but unknowingly. Still does shit that only a Talon should be able to do, but people chalk it up to the acrobatics.

Speaks several languages semi-fluently from life in the circus, is a bit out of practice though since that was a long time ago.

Given that the Joker exists, circuses are not common in Gotham (like I'm sorry, are you gonna go see a clown when there's a chance it's the Joker?) so everyone assumes that Dick misses the circus to some degree cause it's home. As such, they take him to a circus for his birthday one year and it's instead a massive trigger. This makes him really sad as his connection to his parents has been tainted.

Eventually overcomes the fear surrounding the circus, but, despite doing what he does every night, will not go anywhere near a trapeze.

Still says old Golden Age catchphrases out of habit like "Holy blank Batman!" The others poke fun at him for it.

Superman's favourite nephew. If you've seen some of those old comics where Dick, Bruce and Clark are just doing random activities, you'll know what I mean. Superman is like a jungle gym for him to climb.

Jason Todd

All his hair turned white/grey after the pit but he thought it made him look old so died it back to black. Started keeping parts white for the vibes. (This also explains why designs are inconsistent with the white streak, he is inconsistent when dyeing it)

Ages and timelines are inconsistent with DC, so while Jason was only dead for 6 months - 3 years depending on the source, he still missed 1988 - 2005. So he has no idea that the USSR is gone, that the Berlin wall fell. He also doesn't know who Bush is, or what the hell the "world wide web" is. Dick is very excited to introduce him to the concept of the Pokémon TV show.

The Bats realise he's missing a substantial part of history when they're going to Germany for something, and he asks if they're going to the East or the West.

Moves to a different safehouse every time a member of the family shows up at his current one. It's not that he's trying to be tough and mysterious, they just keep eating all his food.

Sneaks all the money he makes off of being a crime lord into the manor then asks Bruce to transfer him some money for stuff. Bruce thinks he's building bridges with his son, Jason is just laundering money through him.

Has mostly adjusted to the sound of laughter so it's no longer a trigger every time. Maybe occasionally if there's some particularly loud laughing or Joker Venom Victims, it'll fuck him up a bit. (Tim's laugh always sets him off though, there's just something about that giggle and the way the corners of his mouth twitch up almost uncontrollably)

Tim Drake

Not a big fan of the idea of him addicted to coffee, but I do think he would like caffeine in general. He strikes me as a fan of Monsters.

Also not a huge fan of the whole sleep deprived vibe. I do think he's got something wrong with his sleep schedule (I mean, he's really busy) but I think it's more an inconsistency than anything else.

Looks almost exactly like Cassandra. One day she cuts her hair the same length as his and it's genuinely confusing to people. They both get sick of being confused to decide to get an eyebrow piercing to help distinguish them. Issue is they both have the same idea and go get the exact same thing done, so now it's even worse.

Stephanie is concerned that, with Cass looking like Tim, she has a 'type'.

Tim will regularly get lifts home from Kon rather than ride home.

Bruce: Good job today Red, want a lift back to the cave or?

Tim: Na, got my own ride.... KONNNNN!!!!!!!

Kon, appearing for a split second to pick Tim up then fly him to the Manor: Hi B! Bye B!

Tim doesn't laugh much after the whole ordeal with Joker Jr. Every time he does, Bruce and Babs get a Look (TM) on their faces and Jason gets mildly triggered (he also has a chance of triggering himself). As such, he restrains himself to small giggles in the manor. With the Young Justice though, he is free to fully belly laugh without risk. His full laugh doesn't sound like He did, so it's safer.

From growing up a Drake, he has his own "Brucie Wayne" persona. Not quite as severe as Bruce, but still got a charming, if dumb, persona he can adopt at the drop of a hat. Uses it infront of everyone once and, while the majority are shocked, Bruce couldn't be more proud.

Also, his parents weren't neglectful and abusive, not the best parents, but not actively hateful. All around C+ or B parenting. They were out a lot, but never left him alone with no food and shit. Bruce is also a C+ parent, still emotionally stunted with a weird thing about killing.

Damian Wayne

Stopped calling himself the "Blood Son" after someone said that meant he was the only kid Bruce didn't choose.

No longer trying to kill Tim, but will put stuff like food dye in his drinks, or throw a pebble in to prove how easy it would be to poison him.

Will work on cases in the barn with the Batcow because he finds comfort in it and being close to someone/something without being vulnerable. Will claim it's because Batcow gives better advice than the others.

Legally, Talia has visitation rights and used this initially to flirt with Bruce. Damian has given up trying to get his Mother's appreciation and, at some point, switched from calling her Mother to calling her Talia. Eventually, begins calling her "Al-Ghul".

Claims he is not the youngest as Jason is technically like 3 since the Pit reset it.

Jon will stay the night and the conversation will go like this:

Damian: Father, Jon has provided insight into this case I am working on and I believe his presence will prove useful later into my investigation. I would like to complete this in a timely manner, so I am requesting that that Jon is permitted to remain here until dawn.

Bruce: ?

Jon: We're having a sleepover!!!!

Damian: It is more akin to a stakeout as we will be using security footage to track the movement of the Condiment King.

Jon: We're gonna stay up aaaaallllll night, and read scary stories, and watch movies, and paint our nails!

Damian: Also we wish to paint our nails.

I'll write more about the extended fam some other time as this has gotten long.

[the-ellia-west]

Khenan and Wild my babies - JoR yapping session

My goal here is Nuance (tell me if I did a good job, but mind you, it's 2am when I write this, so I may explain it really bad)

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Khenan is an abusive father, and Wild is the victim, but the moral of these two's story and JoR as a whole is that everybody is human, no matter what they've done, and most people can change.

Especially in this scenario. Abuse Is a horrible crime, and it itself is not to be forgiven or forgotten, but abusers are not 100% evil people and CAN change. It's uncommon, (hence why I have several, multiple of whom do not change) but it is possible and they're not evil and don't deserve to be treated as any less than human. Everybody sins, everybody commits crimes against other humans, and if they see the problem with their actions they can and MIGHT change.

I'm yapping bc I'm exhausted but essentially: "Hurting people doesn't make you unredeemable as long as you put in the effort to change and make it right."

So Khenan's whole theme is that he's driven by emotion and impulse. He was raised Corrupt but he wants to do the right thing, only it's often undercut by bad things he finds himself wanting that he often gives into.

To understand this situation better, you have to understand that Wild is NOT the son of Khenan's wife. However, the marriage wasn't one of love at first, and Wild was the product of this after Khenan's wife (who remains unnamed for the moment but I'll call W) had to return to her home city for political shenanigans

I won't elaborate much on Wild's past for the sake of spoilers, but long-story short, Wild's powers are not natural for someone of his species, and his true mother had something to do with it. She died in childbirth, leaving Khenan without the first woman he truly loved, and Wild without his biological mother.

Now, another detail I've forgotten to mention, Khenan has a younger sister, more cunning and thought-oriented than himself. Suited for the job they were both born into where he wasn't. And what Vimadè loves to do more than anything, is dissect. And what more fun to dissect than the person who in her eyes, stole her birthright from her with only a few years. And because of her cunning and her quiet determination, she catches quick to his emotional cues and learns to yank her poor brother around like a Puppet.

(Not helped by this is that Khenan and Vimadè's parents preferred her because of her skills and Khenan was hit and burned and shut in dark rooms to negotiate his way out as long as he made himself useful to the family)

Now, because Wild was his illegitimate child, Khenan couldn't claim him publicly as his own, and ashamed of himself, would hand Wild off to the servants to be raised in the house. Wild would only be around four when one of the servants leaked that Khenan had likely hinted toward Wild being his son, (Maybe Khenan told his wife??????)

But over those years, when Khenan and W would talk to one another more and would establish more healthy communication, they would begin to truly fall for each other. But the leaked rumors not only got back to Vimadè, who made sure the rumors ended with the servant as she found the information more useful as blackmail, but Wild's two older brothers would find out as well, and would blame him for the injustice their mother received at the hands of Khenan's immediate older family

Skipping more because spoilers, Wild is used as a bargaining chip and a hostage, alongside some carefully-placed poison, to convince Khenan to give up his birthright and promise a bi-monthly meeting with Vimadè, who begins to plant seeds in Khenan's head about Wild's species and his mother's death. W takes an interest in Wild and begins to treat him like a son a little after all of this.

Eventually, things happen, and Wild loses his memory in a traumatic event that also modifies his appearance, causing him to wander the streets at 7-8 years old aimlessly without purpose

He's picked up by W because he 'reminds her' of himself. W becomes ill and later dies, after treating Wild the best he's ever been treated in his life, singing him songs and telling him she loves him and telling him stories, Vimadè convinces her parents to take custody of Khenan's older children from him, and he finds himself alone with Wild. (All Wild remembers is his name, that Khenan is his father, he thinks W is some sort of mother, and he's never been good enough to be considered a noble himself)

Khenan recognizes Wild. And up until now, he's tried his best to ignore his presence, as he looks like his mother and acts like W. And Khenan can't stand to look at him.

Later that Month, Khenan, agitated and unable to keep on as things are, impulsively hits Wild with a fire poker. Thankfully the flat bit so it causes no permanent damage, but it's what starts the downfall. Wild is 10 when his father hits him for the first time.

Now that all that backstory out of the way. Let's get into the real meat of this.

Khenan loves his son. He does. Khenan loves him more than Wild could ever imagine. But he'd angry, and the seeds of doubt and mistrust Vimadè planted in his head caused his emotions to turn darker, into an almost sense of Betrayal and fury. Because after all, hate comes from love.

Wild is terrified of his father. He loves him, but he fears him more. All he wants is to escape, he's been stripped down to his bare survival Instincts, suppressing all emotion but fear as he is desperate just to not be hurt. He's down on his knees, apologizing constantly for any mistake he makes, and is jump and hyper vigilant to other's vocal and visual cues and emotions, and just wants to avoid Khenannat any chance he can get.

In his heart he wants nothing more than for his father to love him, but he dares not to get too close because he's been hurt before by hoping. However, over the course of the Story he becomes more confident, he's still terrified of Khenan, but not quite so much as before, and he soon begins to resent him.

Khenan on the other hand, when he finds out Wild ran away, he panics, and frantically joining up with the villains and scouring the continent for news, finding out his son has joined a rebel group, but seemingly a relatively benevolent one, he begins to reconsider his actions and his love for his son, and who Wild is, and as the realization of all that he's done comes crashing down on his head, he slips into a deep depression, all his grief and other suppressed emotions flooding back in and he becomes desperate to make up for what he's done.

He decides Wild would be better without him, and even though he's desperate to see him again, he needs to make sure the group is good enough to take care of him, and he begins to work behind the scenes helping the villains to gather Intel just to make sure Wild will be okay with his new family, willing to settle for never seeing him again or even Wild hating him as long as he's safe.

But what neither of them realize is that Wild doesn't need Hate to distance himself from Khenan. He needs closure. They both Do. They need to talk.

By the way, if you stuck around to read my whole yapping session, plaleade leave a comment, even just a single letter or a period would just let me know you read this. Feedback would be greater appreciated, but anything is good! <3

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[whatsfourteenupto]

Today Rose gave the Fourteenth Doctor a t-shirt that simply said “Spiders Georg.” He’s got no idea what it means, but it’s a gift from his favorite niece so of course he’s going to wear it.

[wewerebornsextuplets]

parentce 👍

[maegalkarven]

A future fic carcass I'll write when I write (after I finish 9 ungoing fics)

King Viserys dies at the wedding celebration of his daughter, Crown Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.

No one else does.

I am a firm believer Otto and Viserys are the rot on the face of the House of the Dragon and without these two everything would be fine-ish.

Unfortunately, we need Vissy T for his kids to be born, so Viserys dies soon after Aemond is conceived. Sorry, Daeron, not this time.

Joffrey doesn't die because he doesn't manage to provoke Criston before the king dies.

Rhaenyra overrules his father's decision and marries Harwin Strong.

Their son Jacaerys Targaryen is the heir to the throne, Lucerys Targaryen is the heir to Harrenhal.

Daemon marries Laena and lives at Dragonstone (Rhaenyra grants him that), their firstborn is the heir of Driftmark.

Laenor joins the Queensguard and is sent to Dragonstone to protect Prince Daemon (ha) and his future heirs.

Criston Cole becomes the Commander of City Watch while still retaining his white cloak (what? He did it in canon, can do it here).

Rhaenyra removes Tyland Lannister as the master of ships and appoints Corlys Velaryon (back).

When Baela and Rhaena are born, it is decided to betroth Prince Aegon and Lady Baela, making him future lord-consort of Driftmark (and successfully removing him out of succession of the iron throne).

When Jace is born, his and Helaena's betrothal is announced.

Baelon is born without an issue and the royal family meets at the celebration on Dragonstone, where Aemond claims Cannibal and loses an eye in the process.

(Kinslayer, everyone. It fits).

Afterwards Luke is sent as a ward to Harrenhal with his father. A huge ass scene ensures there Luke clings to Aemond and refuses to go.

Aegon makes a greasy comment and gets punched.

Both Aegon and Baela are sent as wards to Driftmark.

Lucerys still leaves.

Harrenhal doesn't burn bc even if Larys kills Harwin and Luke, there's still Lyonel and Joffrey in the equation. Lyonel keeps serving Queen Rhaenyra as her Hand.

Years later the royal family meets at the wedding celebration of Baela and Aegon, where Luke and Aemond behave very much like Rhaenyra and Daemon at Rhaenyra's not happened wedding.

Rhaenyra and Alicent clutch at their pearls, Rhaenyra suggests father died because of seeing something like that.

Daemon asks if she implies they killed Viserys, then asks where is Baelon.

Laena replies Baelon is playing knights with Joffrey.

Rhaenyra and Harwin Strong (no) have three more children, Aegon, Viserys and Visenya, all silver-haired like their mother (her uncle).

Laena is fine with it, they have a poly. Laena doesn't have more children because Baelon's birth was a ghasty one.

Baelon claims the Grey Ghost.

Otto is never called back to the capital because (suprise!) Rhaenyra didn't rush to kill her 3 y.o brother or the other one who was born after Viserys' death. Instead she marries Aegon off so he's no threat.

Aemond eventually joins the Queensguard and is appointed to the future lord of Harenhall.

Lucerys refuses to marry and appoints his brother Viserys as his heir, who marries Visenya. They have a very good life in Harrenhal.

The reason Luke skips over Joffrey is because Joffrey is always at the sea (with Baelon), and Aegon the Younger is bethrothed to Baela and Aegon the Elder' firstborn, Laena.

Everyone lives happily ever after, Otto gets to be the head of the house Hightower after he successfully plots against his own kin, since his blood is secured on the throne, if in unconventional for him way.

He once tried to manipulate Aegon, but was cut off sharply by Rhaenys and Corlys, who kind of adopted the boy as theirs.

Aegon enjoys wandering about Essos very much, he, of course, whores around, but he and Baela have an agreement. One of Baela's children is born from Alyn of Hull, but no one is any wiser, since everyone just thinks the child looks like her.

Jacaerys and Helaena have three kids, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera and then Maelor.

Jaehaera is oldest and so is the heir.

Oh, and Rhaena is happily married to Corwyn Cobray. They have a daughter, Rhaenys.

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You will be rewarded.

ONLY THE PEOPLE WHO VOTED FOR THE IIDA + RED SELF INSERT OPTION ARE ALLOWED TO READ THE EXCLUSIVE SHOTO'S FIRST KISS CONTENT BELOW THE CUT!!! NO ONE ELSE!

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Bonus Content: Iida Plays Spin the Bottle

Characters: Iida, Red's Self Insert Character (name: Horikiri), Classes A + B

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"Iida, get on up here buddy! It's your turn!" Mina calls across the crowd, her eyes laser focused on your bespectacled classmate.

Iida goes rigid in his seat on one of the couches, his glasses flash with uncertainty.

"I'm content just to observe, Mina. Thank you." He says loudly above the din of the crowd. But Mina just rolls her eyes.

"Get up here, ya dork! Didn't you say you would participate in this party for the sake of class unity?" She looks at him expectantly, hand on her hip. The glass bottle is tucked under her arm.

"Aw...well..."

"Come on Iida! Live a little!" Ochaco says, shaking Iida by the arm. Midoriya nods insistently as well.

"I suppose...I guess it would only make sense to participate in the class activities." Iida says uncomfortably.

"That's all I needed to hear!" Mina wades through the crowd and grabs Iida's arm, pulling him up off the couch and to the middle of the circle of giggling hero course students. "Alright, you know what to do!" She hands him the thick glass bottle and he stares down at it nervously. She waves him on, stepping back to melt into the crowd.

Iida adjusts his glasses once, twice, three times before he finally lowers the bottle to the ground. He gives it a healthy spin, and it clammers across the floor. The bottle spins end over end for what feels like an eternity, and the entire room holds its collective breath as the glass slows. When it finally rolls to a stop, it's pointing at Horikiri - Class 1A's brand new exchange student from London.

The room goes silent. Horikiri doesn't speak much Japanese, so she's remained a mystery to the class.

"Um." Iida lets out an uncertain huff, eyes darting between Mina and Horikiri, hoping that Mina will explain what happens next.

Horikiri seems to understand the rules of the game perfectly, because she gets to her feet and strides confidently towards your class rep. Her hair is long and thick - braided almost down to her ankles. She's wearing a low cut top and denim mini skirt, showing off her cleavage alongside her thick thighs as she sashays towards Iida. When she gets to the center of the floor, she says something in English, but no one in the room is really that great in English class so no one has any clue what she's saying.

There's an awkward beat.

Then Horikiri reaches up and grabs Iida by the collar, pulling him down into a hard, insistent kiss. Iida's arms windmill as he flounders, his eyes wide. He's unsure what to do, but eventually he settles into the kiss and places his arms around her waist to pull her closer. The room is absolutely stunned. All that can be heart are the smacking noises of Iida and Horikiri's lips as they collide over and over and over.

Finally, Horikiri surfaces for air. She wipes the spit off of her face with the back of her hand and grins at Iida seductively.

"Come back to my room later, lover boy." She says in flawless Japanese. You realize with a pang that she's known how to speak Japanese this whole time - you all just assumed she was bad at the language since she's so quiet.

She leaves Iida standing dumbly in the center of the room. For once, he's speechless.

The room is silent as it watches her stride confidently out of the common area and to her dorm room, careful to let her ass sway and bounce enticingly with each step.

"I'll be waiting!" She calls over her shoulder, exiting the room.

Everyone is quiet. Then Sero reaches into his pants to grab his wallet. He opens it up, pulling a shiny packet out of one of the pockets. He throws the condom at Iida - it hits him smack in the face and bounces off his cheek onto the floor.

"Go get it man!" Sero calls out in a strangled sort of voice. You're not sure if he's referring to the dropped condom, or to Horikiri.

Iida shakes his head and gets ahold of himself before he reaches down to scoop up the offered condom. He leaves the room without a word, trailing desperately in Horikiri's wake.

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End.

No, seriously, thanks for voting everyone! This was great haha

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