#shes very brave (or simply crazy)

[itz-pandora]

Steel is so funny to me

[girlgenius1111]

say it again

alexia x reader something... slips out accidentally. alexia is more into it than you expected. smut. 18+

cw: mami kink. breeding kink. thigh riding. fingering. strap on use. dom/sub dynamics. praise kink.

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Both you and Alexia had been busy beyond belief in recent weeks. So, when she slid out of bed early on the day  you were both supposed to have off, you latched onto her shirt and refused to let go. 

“Amor, I have to go,” Alexia whispered, although she slid back into the warm cocoon of blankets, and wrapped you back up in her arms. 

“No. Stay.” You grumbled, tightening your arms and wrapping your legs around her too, for good measure. 

“I have to go,” she repeated, kissing your temple and attempting to slide out of your grip. You were about to remind her that neither of you had training that day, when you remembered somewhere in your sleep-hazed brain that Alexia had mentioned coaching a game at the Barça academy that morning. An idea found its way into your brain, and you forced yourself to sit up, allowing Alexia to escape the bed. She looked at you suspiciously as she headed for the bathroom, never having seen you give in so easily. In fact, she still had 10 minutes to lay in bed with you, having set her alarm early because she knew you’d capture her for more cuddles. 

“I’m coming with you.” You declared, smiling happily at your girlfriend when she poked her head out of the bathroom, a slight frown on her face. 

“Bebita, you will be bored, and you will distract me.” Alexia was referring to your rather interesting habit of watching Alexia. There was a certain look you got on your face when Alexia took charge on the pitch that made her crazy. You both kept it under control when you played together, but when one of you was out injured or on the bench, there were few games that didn’t end in rather passionate sex once you arrived home. You both loved to watch each other, and you really loved to watch Alexia be in charge. This was why Alexia absolutely did NOT trust you to accompany her to coach this youth game. 

“No, I won't, I promise. I’ll sit in the stands the whole time. No one will even know I’m there. ” 

Alexia simply raised her eyebrow at you doubtfully, before turning away to head to the closet. You scrambled out of the bed and followed after her, wrapping your arms around her abdomen. She chuckled, but continued to rifle through her sweatshirts, picking out the right Barça one for the day. 

You kissed her shoulder blade, peeking out from the small tank top she was wearing. “Please, Ale. We’ve barely seen each other these past few weeks. I miss you.”  

Alexia melted, turning around and wrapping her arms tight around you. “Okay, bonita. If you promise not to distract me.” 

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You’d had every intention not to distract your girlfriend, really you did. Watching her with the kids, though, was much more challenging than you expected. It wasn’t stern Alexia that you got; it was soft Alexia, and it was making something inside of you melt into a puddle. 

Alexia with a whistle slung around her neck, leading the very little kids through some basic drills. Patiently directing them around the pitch. Very softly kicking the ball in their direction. Shouting words of encouragement every second, even when it was just in response to one of the kids falling down and getting up. 

Alexia, standing on the side lines, whistle caught in her mouth, hands on her hips, taking the match just a touch too seriously. 

Alexia in a tight pair of athletic shorts, ass on full display, although it always was, regardless of what she was wearing. 

Alexia rushing onto the pitch when one of her players fell; it was nothing more than a scraped knee, but she carried the sniffling boy off the field and over to his parents, ensuring him that he was being very brave. 

You’d never really gotten the appeal of being pregnant before. And sure, you wanted kids, but you’d never craved them, never desperately wanted to watch your partner turn into a parent with you. Sat in the stands, though, watching Alexia interact with these kids like she was born to do it, you rethought all of that. 

You were staring, and you knew it, eyes firmly trained on your girlfriend as she turned around, bringing her shirt up to wipe at her face. It was a hot day, and she was standing directly in the sun. Her eyes caught yours as she did so, lips pulling up into a very small smirk, before she turned back around, taking a sip of water. You realized your mouth was, embarrassingly, hanging open. The things Alexia could do to  you, without even trying; it wasn’t fair. 

The midfielder could feel your eyes on her for the remainder of the match, and she struggled to stay focused. Her mind, too, was elsewhere, somewhere in the future. Where she was coaching your guys’ kid, with you watching proudly from the sidelines. She wanted it, desperately, and it caught her off guard. The rest of the match passed slowly as both of you were eager to get home. Even though you’d known what you’d been signing up for when you forced Ale to let you come watch, you couldn’t help but feel a little starved for attention. It was ridiculous, but you weren’t one to shy away from the things you wanted. So, when the match ended, and Alexia led the kids to shake hands with the other team, you headed down, impatiently waiting for her. The hug you brought her into was one that belonged at the end of a difficult match, not at the end of a children’s match where most of the goals were accidental. 

“Hola,” she sang softly in your ear, feeling you inconspicuously press a light kiss to her neck. Your lips didn’t leave, though, and Alexia pulled you back, giving you a warning look. 

“You are all red, amor, are you warm?” The question was paired with an adorable look of concern washing over her face; Alexia was always very aware of your less than impressive heat tolerance, and she grabbed the hat you were holding in your hand, placing it on top of your head. 

You were warm, but the redness was due more to Alexia’s close contact with your body, when you were already very aware of her, than the heat, although it wasn’t helping. 

“It’s warm out.” You agreed anyway, before smiling innocently up at her. “Can we go home, baby?” 

Alexia’s lips twitched. “Of course.” 

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Alexia had parked in a different parking lot than the rest of the attendees, and by the time you made it over there, you were debating whether you could wait until you arrived home for Alexia to touch you. The way she led you through the parking lot, hand in yours, body hovering protectively in front of you even when there was no one around, was only increasing the deep need for her to do anything to you. 

You decided to take matters into your own hands, noticing that the area around you was devoid of other people. When Alexia opened your door for you, something she insisted upon even though you were completely capable of opening your own door, you smacked her ass, climbing into the car like you hadn’t done anything. Alexia jumped slightly, and her eyes narrowed at you as she shut the door behind you. 

The minute your girlfriend was in the driver's seat, you were leaning over the center console, attaching your lips to her neck. Alexia exhaled sharply, minutely tilting her head to the side. 

“You promised to be good.” She said quietly, and you noted the very slight shake to her voice that told you she was, in fact, feeling the effects of what you were doing to her. You pulled back briefly, nipping at her ear as you did so. 

“Are you not enjoying this?” 

“It does not matter. You promised to be good, and you are breaking that promise.” She warned, gently shoving you back to your seat. You blinked at her, not used to the hard edge her voice had taken on. 

“Ale,”

“No. You will take what I give you at home.” 

You couldn’t pretend the way Alexia was looking at you disapprovingly wasn’t filling you with arousal. As badly as you wanted to be good for her, you also desperately wanted her to make you be good for her. And it seemed this was her plan. 

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You trailed into the house behind her, not quite sure what to expect when you were behind closed doors. It wouldn’t be the first time Alexia was rough with you, and you enjoyed it. Something seemed different, though, and there was a tension in the room you couldn’t quite identify. Or, if you could, you weren’t quite willing to admit it yet. 

Alexia backed you up against the wall just inside the front door, her face mere inches from yours, capturing your wrists in her hands and pinning them behind you. She was looking at you, sternly, but also so… softly. Like she would take care of you, even if she made you work for it first. Your stomach was filled with butterflies, in a way it hadn’t been in a while around her. You were beginning to have an idea of what you wanted, you just weren’t quite sure she wanted it too. 

“You have been very bad today, bonita. I do not know what I am going to do with you.” 

“M- Ale, please, take me to bed.” You almost slipped up, and you blinked at your girlfriend, hoping to god that she hadn’t caught it. 

Alexia leaned back and was quiet for a moment, her eyes searching yours.“What was that?” 

“What was what?” You replied, feeling blood rush to your cheeks, avoiding your girlfriend’s gaze at all costs. 

“You almost called me something… it sounded like it started with an M…” Alexia whispered, moving closer to lay kisses on your neck. She knew where your head was at, somehow, as she always did, and she was very on board. It had been something you’d both been thinking about for a while, but neither of you were brave enough to bring it up.

“Alexia,” you whined, struggling to form a single coherent thought. 

“That is not my name, amor. Not right now.” She whispered, her teeth capturing your ear and tugging lightly. You went practically limp in her arms, a low keen escaping your lips. 

“Mami,” you whispered, feeling Alexia’s grin against the skin of your neck. You realized that Alexia liked the title just as much as you did, if not more. 

“There you go, bonita. Mi mala niña, you can listen, hmm?” 

“I can, I am listening. I’m your good girl.” You argued, pressing your forehead to the blonde’s somewhat desperately. 

Alexia tutted quietly. “You were not listening before. I am not sure you are mí buena niña.” 

“I am, mami, I promise,” 

You’d barely finished speaking before Alexia was capturing your lips in a heated kiss, her tongue licking into your mouth, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip, in a manner that was almost overwhelming. She pulled away from you with a wet smack, her smile beyond devious as she took in your blown pupils, the downright submissive look on your face. 

“You want to prove to me you are my good girl?” She murmured, dragging her finger lightly down one side of your face, watching as your eyes fluttered shut, struggling to answer her. 

“Sí, por favor. Let me show you.” 

“Vamos, mí zorrita.” With that, Alexia swept you up into her arms easily, throwing you over her shoulder and heading for the bedroom. 

It wasn’t unusual for Alexia to take full control, as she was doing as she carefully placed on the ground, removing her clothes and directing you to do the same before scooching up the bed to lean against the headboard. What was new, though, was the feeling filling your body, like Alexia didn’t even need to ask you to do anything; you’d just do it if it was what she wanted. Making Alexia feel good would make you feel good. And Alexia knew better than anyone on the face of the earth what you needed. 

So, the minute she gestured for you to move on top of her, you were scrambling forward. Ignoring the slightly condescending smirk Alexia sent your way, and the blush that lit up your cheeks as she did so. 

Alexia settled you on one of her thighs, the smooth skin hitting your core perfectly. You barely contained a whine at the contact, and Alexia smirked up at you. 

“You are wet for mami, no?” 

“Yes, for you, only you,” you stuttered, feeling incredibly turned on considering Alexia had barely touched you at this point. 

Alexia’s voice was low and possessive when she spoke next.“You want to make a mess on my thigh, bebé?” 

“Yes, please,” you begged, her hands still keeping your hips completely still, even as you tried to grind down against her, 

“Yes please what?”

“Fuck, please mami, please,” 

“Buena niña,” she replied softly, the quiet, affection filled tone she was using making you fall against her, wrapping your arms around her neck almost desperately. Your motions were stuttering, no rhythm to them. Your head was too empty, your body too aroused to get you where you needed to be. “You need my help, bebé? You need mami to do it for you?” 

You thought you might be dying. Everytime Alexia said the word, you crumbled just a little bit more. You’d never felt this desperate, this needy before in your entire life. It was almost beyond words. You just needed her. And at the same time, you couldn’t do it yourself, couldn’t get yourself to move the right way. 

“Need you,” you cried out. Luckily, Alexia seemed to take mercy on you, her hands beginning to guide your core to slide against her thigh. She leaned up, pressing her lips to yours in a slow kiss, almost as if she knew you could only take so much at once. It was intoxicating, being pressed up against her, feeling her wet thigh on your dripping cunt, her hands in your hair, her teeth tugging on your lip. 

You whimpered pathetically into her mouth, encouraging her to speed her motions up. 

“Am I making you feel good, princesa? Tell me.” She murmured, pressing her forehead against yours, her face so close you could feel her hot breath on your lips. 

“So good, mami. You feel so good,” you whined, and Alexia almost moaned, too, at how entirely gone you sounded. 

“You are being so good for me, hmm? Do you like it when I take control? When I help you get yourself off on my thigh like a needy slut? Does it make your pussy drip, princesa?” 

“Jesus christ,” you replied, every word she spoke edging you closer and closer. It had been minutes, only minutes, and you were already about to fall apart on top of Alexia. 

“I want you to come on my thigh, sí?” She said lowly, and suddenly, as soon as she said the words, you were teetering on the edge, just one perfect movement away from coming. 

“Mami, fuck, please,” you gritted out, teeth clenching together as Alexia worked you harder and harder against her, until your body tensed for a minute, and you fell silent. 

“Que buena, princesa, que bonita.” The blonde woman whispered, watching your face in awe as you collapsed against her, breathing heavily. Her hands slowed their movements, until you were left rubbing yourself against Alexia’s thigh very slowly, and very jerkily. 

Alexia didn’t wait very long until she was easing you away from her, gripping your face in between her hands. 

“I want to fuck you,” she whispered, watching as your breath stuttered. “Can I fuck you?”

“Yes, mami, I need your cock,” you begged, knowing you said exactly the right thing when Alexia rolled you off her with a smirk, and headed for the bedside drawer. 

Alexia liked to fuck you from behind, more than anything. She loved your ass, loved to watching it as she fucked you, so you rolled onto your stomach, looking questioningly at her when she tapped your side. 

She was kneeled behind you, gazing down with a hungry look on her face. “No, on your back. I want to see your face when I fuck you wide open,” 

You barely withheld a moan, then, as you rolled over and spread your legs. Alexia roughly pushed them to the side, settling in between them, and plunging a finger into you without warning. 

“Shit,” you cried. 

“You are soaked, mi amor. You need mami to fuck you now?” She asked, quickly adding a second finger when it was clear you could take it. 

If anything was hotter than calling Alexia mami, it was hearing her call herself mami. 

“Need you, mami,” you repeated for what felt like the 8th time so far. It was all you could think or articulate. You just needed her. 

When Alexia pressed her cock in, you knew instantly that you wouldn’t be lasting very long. You were already gripping the bed sheets in your hands, and Alexia was already starting an unforgiving pace. 

Alexia fucked you harder than she ever had before, her hands pulling your hips to meet her thrusts, her thighs burning, her breath heaving as she worked herself in and out of you. She was getting worked up herself, watching the way her cock disappeared into your dripping cunt, the way your clit throbbed, the way you looked up at Alexia like she was the only other person in the world. 

You were so far gone, so lost in the pleasure, and you knew Alexia was getting close too by the way she whimpered every few thrusts, a sound very un-Alexia, but one that made you bite your lip all the same. You wanted more from her, needed more. And what did you have to lose, really?

“In me,” you muttered, almost completely incoherent as Alexia moved herself in and out of you. 

“Que?” she asked, not slowing down for even a second. 

“Inside me, please,” you begged, blinking up at her with a look in your eyes that she’d never seen before. 

Alexia was confused, momentarily. She was already inside of you. She watched you grow closer and closer, suddenly hit with your meaning. 

She pressed her hand down on your lower stomach, and your back arched right off the bed. You threw your head back, practically screaming at this point at the sensation. 

“Mami, mami, please,” you cried. 

“You want me to come inside you?” She gasped, absolutely pounding into you now. 

You nodded frantically. “Fill me up, mami, I need it” 

“Mierda,” Alexia groaned, she was close too, suddenly, even though normally the friction of the strap wasn’t enough to get her off. Everything you were doing, though, everything you were asking for was almost overwhelming to her, and it was all she could do to keep pumping in and out of you, moving her free hand to circle your clit. 

Your voice cut off abruptly, and your eyes slammed shut. You reached for your girlfriend, and she reached for you, too, removing her hand from your stomach and lacing her fingers with yours. Her forehead fell to your shoulder as she got louder than you’d really ever heard her.

“Gonna come, princesa, gonna come in your pretty pussy,”  she managed, her words making you shudder underneath her. 

It was the most intense thing you’d ever experienced. You felt yourself tighten around Alexia’s cock deep inside you, felt Alexia thrust one more time stop, frantically grinding herself against you as she, too, fell over the edge. Pleasure washed over the both of you, and you held tight to each other, as if your lives depended on it. 

When it was over, you fell limp into the mattress, every clenched muscle unclenching as Alexia’s full weight dropped on top of you. It was the most comforting sensation, her hand shakily running through your hair, her hot and rapid exhales on your shoulder blade as she came down. You were still throbbing around her, and it was becoming too much, she was too big, too deep. 

“Out, Ale, pull out,” you murmured. Alexia broke out of her mindlessness, sitting up and very delicately removing her cock. You whined deeply when she pulled it out all the way, brow scrunching as you squirmed underneath her. 

If someone had asked you your name or what club you played for at that moment, you weren’t sure you’d be able to respond. You weren’t sure you could form words at all, really, only capable of reaching out for Alexia again, and sighing happily when she laid back down, pulling you to lay flush on top of her. 

“Are you okay, amor?” She asked after a minute, when you still hadn’t spoken, and your eyes were still shut, face crammed into the crook of her neck. 

You only hummed in response, barely registering that she was speaking to you. That was not good enough for your girlfriend, though, and she rolled you both over, until she was hovering over your body again, finger delicately tracing a pattern on your cheek. You opened your eyes, a faint smile on your lips. 

“Bonita, are you okay?” She asked again. 

“So good, Ale. My god. So so good.” You promised her, your smile only growing when Alexia’s face broke into one of relief. 

“Muy buena,” she murmured, ignoring the annoyed whine you let out when she sat up off you. Alexia was undeterred, even when you reached out for her. The blonde left the room, briefly, and you felt your eyes inexplicably filling with tears. 

When Alexia returned with a water bottle and granola bar in hand, she quickly grew frantic when she saw the tears dripping down your face. She dropped the items onto the bed, sitting you up and pulling you into her, your back against her chest. 

“What is it, what is it?” She asked, panicked, wiping away the tears so gently, you almost started to cry again. 

“I don’t know,” you cried, the words somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “I don’t know why I’m crying,” 

Again, Alexia deflated, relieved, knowing that she hadn’t upset you. “Okay, that is okay. Drink some water for me please?” 

The adorable grin on her face as she held the uncapped water out to you had you reaching for it without question, taking a few sips before handing it back to her. 

“You too.” You reminded her. Alexia dutifully took a few sips, placed the bottle back on the table, and manhandled you until you were laying down next to her, her body wrapped around yours. 

“Love you, love you, love you, love you,” she murmured in your ear, and you laughed in response, feeling happier than you think you’d ever felt in your whole life. 

“I love you so much.” You whispered back, feeling Alexia smile hugely into your neck. 

“Mi princesa,” she sighed. “How are you so perfect?”

“Because I’m with you,” you replied easily. “And you’re perfect.” 

Alexia disagreed. In fact, she thought the opposite. She wasn’t going to argue with you now though, not after you’d made her deepest desire come true. Instead, she tugged you closer, kissing your neck repeatedly. There’d be time to remind you of your perfection later. Now, though, both of you were drifting closer and closer to sleep, and all Alexia wanted in that moment was to hold you close to her forever. 

You’d happily let her. 

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this has been in my wips for actual weeks im im thrilled to be done with her i hope you like :)

[otomelavenderhaze]

Can we stop for a minute and think about Candy's perspective during that whole situation between Rayan and Marina?

I don't talk enough about the feminine perspective of our female lead when I talk about Rayan's route, but today I was reflecting.

Ok. I won't even get into much of "did he actually and unknowingly give the wrong idea to Marina and maybe even was too trusting of others, more than he should?" cuz, come on, we all know from Marina's mouth that it was all in her head and she was the one trying super hard to hook up with someone's else man, saying that if Candy got hurt or not in the process, that was none of her concern (well, the black eye me and my girl Candy could give to Marina was also none of our concern, but we didn't so), let's leave this on the side right now.

But let's actually talk about Rayan's behavior outside of it, like when the shit went down and we got a glimpse of what he looked like (probably) when Chloe died.

Candy was a true warrior through and through, honestly, she didn't break down enough during that process (couldn't be me, I would have gone crazy).

Why do I say that?

We saw before Candy being understanding, showing empathy and loyalty to her friends, even to her significant others, but Rayan's unwillingness to share what was happening with the death threats, the kinda stalking nature, and the prossecution, all to not put a burden even bigger on her shoulders, BUT THE PATIENCE SHE RETURNED WITH IT, she asked, she didn't really know what to do or give what he needed at the moment, but she was there.

She never stopped being there, no matter what curve ball the situation gave her. And it was more than many would do in such situation.

And okay, the restaurant moment, trying to make him go with her, was a miss. My girl was delulu there. No discussion.

But who could've thought Rayan would SIMPLY runaway like a scared teenage boy that crashed his mom's car? Nobody. The answer is nobody. Even thou, after he had done it I was like "oh, I saw something like this happening before on his route".

Even when he communicated to her that he wasn't even in town anymore, she was simply devastated. But never stopped trying to understand his side. And later when Eric was pointing out (kinda rightly so, I give him that much) and she got to actually defend DEFEND the man who bolted on her, that got unceremoniously into a train and was GONE, she showed that her loyalty was real.

Like Eric didn't know Rayan at that point. Candy could've so easily (and some answers were, to be fair) talked badly about his behavior to Eric as a moment of anger or hurt, she had every right to, but choosing not, is to her merit for sure.

And we all know how hurt she must have felt, because she was ready to fight the situation head-on with Rayan, however, Rayan was NOT ready to face the situation head-on with her

(not because he didn't trust her, I read as that's his defense mechanism, he runs. When he caught himself having feelings for Candy? He ran. When they kissed and it was coming real? He ran. He knows how to be brave, but first, my man bolts, that's his thing).

AND STILL, when he came back, she received him with open arms!! With love!! Forgiveness even!!

Some of us cheated on Rayan with Eric, but honestly, honestly?? No judgments here.

And later when Chani asked Candy to talk to Marina about what happened and Marina admitted all of those things, after everything that she saw that whole situation from Rayan's perspective, how hurted and out of himself he was for weeks and Candy didn't jump on Marina at any point???

Even when Marina was like "if you did get hurt by it in the end it was none of my concern" sociopath shit. Truly, what a bad person. Toxic. Selfish. Naive. Sociopath real shit.

Through it all, that damn war, Candy made it work.

And I daresay, they only survived that one because of her, because Candy did not give up.

I don't think it was very realist like, we at least should've sit with Rayan and have a conversation about that whole shutting us out of the situation that him at times did, at the very least, and pretend it didn't happen, shouldering it alone, always so forgiving, couldn't be any of us, let's be honest here, just Candy with her never-ending loyalty.

And maybe, just maybe, that arc with Marina could've been better if we saw more of Candy's feelings and her expressing them to Rayan in a justifiable way (not like the restaurant thing, which was pushing a situation that didn't have to happen) but actually giving out a real moment.

A moment when we could actually express our feelings and even justify kissing Eric if some of us wanted to. But at once, actually seeing Candy getting hurt by Rayan's attitude, understandable getting upset, and expressing it to him to then he apologizes. Not having him just magically understanding what he did wrong and apologise without any of her input.

Just as I take my imaginary hat off for how adult and loyal Candy was in that whole situation, I also missed having the hurt she felt expressed properly to Rayan and I know he would understand and even grow from it. Another missing chance to improve Rayan as a character.

[0lshadyl0]

Any HCs or scenarios on Yandere Hancock boa ?? I think she an interesting character 🥰

Of course, my dear, she is a fascinating character, in fact, she is my favorite female character after Nico Robin, I am weak to black haired women with cool powers and sad past.

Yandere Boa Hancock headcanons

• Brave of you to assume that she is not a yandere in the canon, that is, she has all the points to follow for her character to be a yandere, especially a delusional yandere

• sad past with traumatic events, no friends, position of power, no one contradicts her, she gets lost in her own fantasies, lives in her own reality and obsesses over a person beyond what is sanely possible, yeah she checks all the marks 

• But, she would only become obsessed with her romantic interest if he has a very specific personality (for example, Luffy)

• Ok, let's say that the key for her to fix her eyes on you is that you have heroic tendencies, that is, she likes people with a good heart, willing to do what others would consider crazy in order to help others. the others (such as hitting a Tenryūbito, better yet, killing one)  

• or just a very kind person with a great charisma, very positive mind but who doesn't take shit from anyone

• if things happened naturally, I'm pretty sure Hancock would be obsessed with a woman, Luffy is an exception to the rule (call it the power of the script thanks to being the protagonist of the series)

• Let's remember that the first men in her life that she met were the Tenryūbito and they are the worst experiences that a young woman like Boa could have, emotionally, physically and sexually (I'm 200% sure that she was raped by a good number of them, that's why despite being in love with Luffy she never sees herself having children with him… probably she can't even get pregnant due to irreparable damage to her sexual organ or simply they removed the ovaries so that she could not get pregnant by the Tenryūbito since she was a slave and the slaves are not worthy of having a child with a being as noble as a Tenryūbito is)

• Anyway, when she fixes her eyes on you, in her head she already begins to live in a world apart

• You've probably seen each other a maximum of five times and most of it in battles, possibly you saved her from some dangerous situation but not paying much attention to her, but in her head, you two are already engaged

• Yes, she is the type of women who, from a very young age, dreamed of getting married and having a large family full of love, a dream that has been transformed into only having a partner to love and be loved by because of the Tenryūbito and all their shit

• She is a relatively easy yandere to deal with, since the word of her s/o is divine law for her, she will never question you, nor will she go against you, she will not hesitate to put herself in danger or give her life for you, she literally will kill for you

• But, keep in mind, she is very jealous and in an unjustified way, nobody can look at you because she is already asking questions and imagining scenarios where you abandon her.

• Because, despite all that she says about being the most beautiful woman in the world, she actually has low self-esteem due to her past as a slave, she doesn't feel that she is worthy of you, because she is dirty

• But if you tell her that you are not interested in that person or deny knowing about the existence of the person who made her jealous, she will believe you without a shadow of a doubt.

• You can tell her that the sky is green and for her, yes, ultimately the sky is green and she will turn anyone who says otherwise into stone

• She is a stalker, she will follow you everywhere and will always be watching you, of course, at a respectful (Hinata-Naruto style) distance if the two of you get into a relationship, she will stick to you like gum, she is unbelievably clingy and has no idea of the meaning of personal space

• She is one of the few yanderes who have no sexual intentions, because she is traumatized with sex (she has never known about vanilla sex or consent) and considers it torture, she loves you too much to do you any kind of harm

• Oh, but if she were to get over her traumas and discover that sex can be enjoyed and is a way to stay connected to the one she loves, man, get ready for a long ride

[nicotinemaiden]

The sapphire mirrored in his gaze;

Pairing: Gale x Sissia (F!Tav)

Rating: E (Smut)

Tags: Jealousy, Inappropriate use of Evard's Black Tentacles, Mage Hand and Astral Projection, Double penetration, Threesome, Very Explicit Sex

Word count: 5,961

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The vibrant red, playful tail of the tiefling wizard, Lorroakan’s pupil as he had so enthusiastically informed all of them, loosely caressed Sissia, the tiefling leader of their little party, until it had her ankle surrounded and it could boldly venture upwards along her leg. The bard’s own tail swayed happily from one side to the other behind her figure, dragging the tip along the wooden floor languidly, her fourth cup of ale quickly coming to an end in her hands.

Gale’s eyebrow rose, looking at them from the wall at the side, curious to learn if she even realized what was happening, how she was being flirted with while the man's siblings celebrated their freedom by dancing and drinking with all of their group — their saviours, after all.

He hadn’t planned on staying apart, leaning against a wall and keeping an eye on everyone on the base floor of Last Light Inn. He had drunk quite a bit too and had been chatting with his companions in the same joyful manner for a good chunk of the night yet after allowing his eyes to feast upon their leader’s flesh and shape and gradually watching her grow more and more amused he couldn’t go back to his cheerful self, couldn’t look away when he noticed the closeness the inferior wizard of the room felt comfortable sharing with the woman he had come to admire, the closeness she had gleefully allowed.

Of course, she wasn’t his, it wasn’t his problem who she chose to spend her days — or nights — with, or shouldn’t be. They were really close friends, confidants. They had enjoyed more than a moment of intimacy together that had given him hope she could feel something beyond friendship for him, be that interest, curiosity or simply attraction, but he hadn’t taken the chance for it to break completely, he hadn’t been brave enough to try and move a step further.

The last time he risked anything for a woman he lost almost everything: The person most important to him, most of his powers, his health, his freedom, time as he knew it. He would have been lucky to keep his life, even if he had just been wasting it while trying to fix himself, had his goddess not asked for it once again, had she not set upon his shoulder the weight of his most important mission until now, of his last mission.

And who was he to try and make a claim on someone as perfect as Sissia when he couldn’t even offer her more than a couple of nights at his side before he renounced everything, her included? Who was he to ask her to love him if it would be the same as loving a dead man? How could he play with her in such a manner, making them forget their worries and problems in each other for a night only to shove them back in her face when he followed through with what he had to do? With what she had told him she fervently opposed to.

He wanted to ask her to give her full heart to him without being able to lend her even a piece of his.

He wanted to take and seize each fold and layer of her body, to incinerate her into the fires she ignited in him, and be able to ignore it after, hiding the fact that she would be the last person he touched before ending it all.

The way the tieflings’ heads came closer to one another and the wizard’s hand briefly touched hers while he poured yet more alcohol into her glass was driving him crazy.

He had longed for her since shortly after they met for the first time, her smile so brilliant it challenged the sun for his money, her long, midnight hair threading between his fingers in his most vivid dreams, full, dark lips giving a definition to the word ‘temptation’.

He had come to accept Astarion flirting openly with her, had come to ignore Wyll’s advances, sweet words and dances, had come to look away when Lae’zel aggressively explained in words what she wanted to do to her and what she wanted done. He had come to understand that, being as she was, most in their group would be extremely glad to have her even for a while, some of them clearly wanting even more. She had never accepted any of them, at least not in public, at least not informing the rest of the camp. Perhaps it was even a conscious decision, trying to avoid conflict whenever possible. She was a friend to all of them and nothing more.

It still made him jealous, the ease with which the vampire made her chuckle and laugh, the color of her cheeks sometimes warmer than usual. He couldn’t control his reaction when he saw her dancing and turning beside the warlock’s presence and he had almost jumped away and hidden under his blanket when he overheard Karlach insinuatingly offer to smash her against the floor. He had wanted to say something himself, usually getting content with some playful jokes, not wanting to put her in a complicated position, not even if there was something in her gaze that told him she was waiting for him, not even after she flirted back slightly, biting her lower lip and smiling. Sissia knew the effect she had on people and usually joked without getting anyone’s hopes up… until now.

He couldn’t answer if it was because of the drinks, because he had seen her drunk before at the party these same tieflings had thrown at them after their triumph against the goblin camp and its leaders, but she seemed a lot worse for wearing now, looser, a tad freer. True, he had also been allowed to unwind and drink more since his orb was under control, so perhaps he was just seeing things, imagining his fears without a real reason behind them.

His gaze drifted towards them again, their stools so close their thighs were touching each other and he inhaled deeply, allowing the air to expel itself from his nose as if it would help him relax. He had no right to be altered — if he had a problem he should just leave, snatch a bed upstairs and sleep away the night until morning came again and his main focus became Mystra’s mission instead of the tiefling bard that made him want to have extra time, that made him want to explore mortal pleasures he hadn’t had the opportunity before, that gave him hope that things could have another solution.

Walking past them, doing his best not to look at her face, he grabbed one of the full bottles on the counter and moved towards the stairs and into a small, lonely room with little else but a candle, a cupboard, an almost empty bookshelf, a chair and a bed. It didn’t look especially comfy but he at least could enjoy his solitary party inside, perhaps one of the books was entertaining enough for a couple hours. It was better this way — if he had to keep looking at them flirting and fluttering any longer he would lose his mind for the night and set himself up for some trouble, he was sure of it. He wasn’t one to defend any kind of violence unless it was strictly necessary but he had also started to realize he very much was feeling it essential at the moment, the inexperienced and unpolished tiefling wizard a perfect target for him to practice his accuracy. A part of his mind had him convinced defeating him in a magical fight would swoon Sissia his way but he knew better than to believe her so shallow and it only made him angrier — he had no idea how to catch her attention but way too many inspirations about what to do once he had it.

He moved to let his staff leant against the wall and rest the bottle on the table before closing the door but he was interrupted by the tiefling bard they had stated as their leader waiting against the doorframe, a worried look in her beautiful blue and black eyes, her arms crossed over her chest. Her voice was silky and sweet, softly wondering about him in an innocent manner — too innocent for how she was sprayed in the images of his mind. 

“Everything alright Gale? I saw you fleeing the lower floor. Do you need something?”

Fleeing was undoubtedly a fine way to put it, given the fact that it was exactly what he had done. And he needed a lot of things, most of them related to how she had stepped inside a room where he found himself alone with her, most of them too wicked to share out loud. Lowering the bottle to the table he turned towards her, shooking his head slowly. How many glasses had he drank again? The colors were extremely vibrant and each movement took a long time to finish. His mind was focused on the curvature of her exposed neck and cleavage, wanting to run his tongue through it until her sweat watered his throat.

“Oh. No, don’t worry your head with me, I’m perfectly fine, just seeking a bit of quiet. But you better not keep your overly friendly wizard waiting for you — it wouldn’t be right of me to steal your precious time.”

Walking into the room with a steadier step than he would have had himself she let the door slide closed and raised a brow at him, soon realizing what it was that he was talking about and moving a strand of hair behind her ear nervously, her cheeks dying themselves darker. In a curious gesture he had seen only a couple of times before, her tail hugged her right leg and left the tip caressing her skin anxiously, the short sapphire dress she had borrowed to make the night more special sticking to her figure and leaving almost no curves for him to imagine, her shape perfect for his hands to study every inch of it.

“Do you mean Rolan? Well, yes, he’s… interesting, but he is not my wizard, is he? He can wait, I need to care for my people first.”

He inhaled, his breathing coming short after listening to her call him ‘her’ wizard. He was sure there was something wrong with his brain, besides the obvious, because he could feel it failing. He hoped she wasn’t able to see the smoke he was almost sure he was producing.

“No, I mean… It’s obvious he has other intentions for you and that you find the idea… compelling, at the very least. Far it be for me to rob you of the opportunity. The luxury of time is scarce for us and we should make the most of it.”

Alarmed and taken aback for a moment she stepped towards him as if she wanted to erase the idea from his mind but their eyes clashed and her attitude changed, a small, playful smile showing at the side of her mouth. He feared what she could do with the knowledge she had just gained, the knowledge he had inadvertently allowed her to get.

“It’s true, we should make the most of it. So, tell me, Gale, would you be in favor of me leaving this room and losing myself in Rolan’s arms? Would you be alright with me fucking him until our mouths were dry and we succumbed to fatigue? Do you want me to suck him until my tongue loses sensitivity? Is that what you’re telling me to do?”

So she wasn’t so naïve after all — she had been aware of everything and had played along all the same, her words a reality he knew would be easy for her to take. But she was asking his opinion, she was provoking him with her explicit sentences, her eyes informing him of a challenge, of a possibility, of an open door that had always been there but he had been too cowardly to take.

If he said yes at the moment he had no doubt she would do it, if only to spite him, to shove in his face what he had decided to decline. But she wasn’t here, having followed him all the way when she had no reason to, to listen to him surrendering. She hadn’t stated what ideas she had in a way so hot he was having trouble retaining her voice pronouncing the words without exploding for him to send her away. Or, perhaps, he was indeed too drunk for any of this and he was reading the interpretations he wanted in her words or, better yet, imagining this entire encounter.

Either way, it was too late for him. There was seldom a more dangerous person than someone with nothing to lose and he, at the moment, had nothing. It didn’t matter if he wanted something tied to feelings, it didn’t matter if she just played around with him. In the end, he just wanted to enjoy himself in the carnal pleasures he had forbidden himself from since the first time Mystra reached out to him. If he was going to die, if the world needed his sacrifice, he deserved to be brave and bold even if just for a couple of hours.

He approached her, towered over her until she was forced to step back, to lean against the wood of the door in his shadow. He wasn’t usually an intimidating person, his sanguine attitude making most people believe they were in no danger if their enemy was him, but he had the power to exterminate an entire city with a thought, he had the ability to turn to ashes an entire neighbourhood if he was in the wrong mood. And he knew how to use such attitude when he needed it, his usual easy smile turning into a frown, his hand landing near her head after slowly locking the door, taking the initiative of it, the sound clear against the otherwise silent room, to get so close to her one of his legs had started to move to the middle of hers.

“I don’t feel there’s a correct answer to that question. Yes, if that’s what you want to do. But no — if I have any say in the matter I can imagine better places for you to spend your night at.”

Her hand came teasingly to the edge of his robe, touching some of the body hair near the mark of his orb and making him breath deeply. He felt his own tension under her touch, the storm that brewed in his interior, the fear that he was, even if it didn’t seem like it, reading the situation backwards. Her eyes searched for him and remained there until she bit her lower lip in expectation, their respective gazes lowering to the other’s mouth, exercising their self-control by a thin thread.

“Can you? I’m open to any and all… suggestions. Rolan was very open about his. I’m intrigued about the alternatives, non-combat uses of the Thorn Whip spell… among others.”

He felt himself burning. She was going to end him without waiting for him to reach their objective. She was using the other wizard to make him jealous but not only that: she seemed to know what she was doing perfectly, the name rolling down her mouth as if she was about to go satisfy her curiosity if he didn’t offer an alternative. He had just needed to imagine her subjected to some of his spells, because she had just insinuated as such, because he had thought about it for so long, that he felt himself harden. He wanted to do so many things to her… and despite the fact that he wanted to offer her a special, romantic moment under the stars she was sure not to forget, he had also no drop of patience left, no more calm, warm love reserved for her, no more red candles under the blanket of the starry sky. He was too far gone for it, fighting with himself not to throw her against the bed with little to no care to remember the soft, detailed poems he had wound up for her before.

He had no doubt now. She was playing with him… and he wanted badly to play with her.

With a swift movement of one of his hands, her voice stating that she would experiment with the use of spells in more uncommon situations with another person motivation enough to test some of the theories that ran wild along his brain, he conjured one of his less-used spells, one he most probably wouldn’t have thought to use for such purpose if it wasn’t because she drove him crazy — Evard’s Black Tentacles.

True to his name she was promptly held against the door, her arms almost hanging together from the ceiling with the squishy rope threading between both of them and surrounding them both together and independently, her legs spread with the dark tentacles hugging them close to her center and curling around them teasingly, her dress distractingly pulling up until almost all of her legs were visible, stopped only thanks to her tail, who had tangled itself with another of the tentacles, their tips playing with each other. She moaned briefly and low while the magic surrounded her, closing her eyes in pleasure while her body ground against the door, against the tentacles, expecting more. Her sounds were approvingly, as if she was thanking him, as if she was confirming that it was exactly what she had been wanting.

He almost didn’t need anything else with the show he was lucky enough to be part of.

Almost, because he pressed his body against hers and she pushed back against his, their clothes becoming an obstacle and an annoyance. Almost, because his right hand ventured under her fitted dress while his left caressed the silky cloth of it right in the curve of her waist, and he was dying to see everything that was hidden under the fabric.

Her gaze was hot and impatient, lowering itself to his lips from time to time as if she was trying to send a message but, sadly for her, it was him who had the reins and, as much as he was dying to kiss her finally, as much torture he was subjecting himself to after pining for her for so long, he was also having a lot of fun seeing her desperation. Watching her slowly become undone thanks to him, all thoughts of the rest of the people away from their minds, coming back exclusively to remind him that, even for a night, she had chosen to give herself to him. He would do his best to show her it was the correct decision yet he would go all out with his wishes, with everything he wanted to try in so little time.

His fingers briefly brushed the outside of her panties, wet and excited, and he let got a soft ‘Fuck’ against her neck, her breathing racing in the same way his was, her body pressing against his fingers while her head moved to leave him space. He kissed her jaw, one, two, three times before moving his kisses lower, biting closer to her shoulder, licking the skin and the recent drop of sweat that had reached it. His fingers, on their part, sneaked inside her underwear and opened the folds of her cunt until he could start playing with her most sensible, external spot, her loud moan mixed with his name the most beautiful song he had ever seen the bard sign, despite how beautiful and captivating each was.

He left the motion repeating itself with a clasp of his fingers, a mage hand replacing him while his real hand moved even forward, his fingers easily breaking the wall between them fully and joining the inside of her pussy until he found the perfect spot for them and kept moving them away and into it time and time again.

Open-mouthed, without being able to barely form a thought, flushed and with her words faltering, his companion tried to get him to stop, tried to give pause to the tentacles that without asking for his permission had ventured inside the top area of her dress and were intensely playing with her chest and nipples, the entirety of the situation forcing her to almost reach the end when, moments ago, she had been fine. It had been too sudden but, despite her halfhearted attempt, they both wouldn’t change a thing. It was perfect.

“Gale… I can’t… It’s been too long, I just…”

He smirked, enjoying her breathless pronunciation of his name, the plea for him to give her a pleasure she had forgotten until now, the honor he had of helping her reach her climax. He bounded his control of the tentacles, the dark things reaching both her lower entrances and teasing them playfully while she tried to squeeze them between her thighs without success. And he couldn’t wait any longer. Not to make her cum for him and not to bathe himself in said fluid until there was not an inch of his cock outside of her. He blamed his impatience on his self-imposed celibacy after Mystra, to the extremely long time since he was able to feel another skin grinding towards his long before the goddess.

He removed his robe without any care, throwing it beside him and ignoring completely where it could land before hastily removing his undershirt too, his right hand stroking his member up and down almost desperately partly still inside his trousers while he bit and kissed any part of her that was within reach. She looked at what he was doing to himself, making an effort not to become constantly distracted by what he was doing to her, and bit her lip so strongly he smelled a drop of blood.

“Gods, just fuck me. Or should I call your rival up so you both can turn torturing me into a competition?”

There it was again, the jealousy of imagining the other tiefling watching her in this state, admiring her perked-up nipples against the sapphire fabric of her dress, his magic fucking her and preparing her for him.

No, she was his, his magic commanded violently, the possessiveness controlling him.

One of the tentacles ignored his previous orders — since he had been the first to lose said control in the first place — and entered her cunt fully and suddenly, making her scream in pained pleasure, her mouth salivating and her eyes closed until her release came brutally and her body trembled, exhausted, complete… needy, thirsty and impatient — her unconscious movements pleading for more, and more, and more.

Everything came to a stop while they both recuperated some air, while they both realized what they had just done and how, while they both accepted they wanted extra of it, of anything the other had to offer.

Gale was still touching himself when he dissipated his spells and allowed her to fall against him, his leg pinning her to the door still, her hands coming to aggressively grab his hair and pull him towards her, exploring and devouring every last part of his mouth, of his tongue, of his lips. He had never been kissed like that, like the world was about to suffer an ice age and they were the only ones capable of lighting a fire. He had dreamt about kissing her multiple times — awake and deep within the clutches of sleep she always found his way to him, becoming an obsession, a distraction, stealing even the last of his thoughts — yet it usually was something sweet, loving. Sometimes, if he was feeling brave, passionate and wild.

The problem was, as he had started to realize during his travels with her, reality often surpassed imagination.

The dance they found themselves in was brutal and primal, without any kind of rhythm or cohesion. They pulled and pushed at the other, trying to avoid their body from moving too far away, reclaiming the other’s tongue as if it were theirs by right.

The archmage's head was full of ideas — crazy, bold moves he had only been able to dream of before; magic mixing into their current realm, the animalistic, grounded, dirty side of everything he had learned to enjoy in an ethereal and mystical way now grinding against his mortal body and tainting it with sweat and saliva, the sensation, despite different and new, more than welcomed — and he decided not to lose a moment further thinking whether or not he should do it. If she had been fine with that beautiful, unique tentacle spell, she would be fine with what he had in mind.

He grabbed her until her legs surrounded his hips, still lost in each other, his right hand moving in the air to conjure one of his signature spells. He had used it in bed before but not in such a grounded way, not outside the astral planes or the ethereal sex he had grown used to. His astral projection, naked as he was brought into the world, was quick grabbing her, following each of his commands, transposing to him the sensations on his part as if he was in two places at the same time. He loved this spell and had no doubt present that once they were over it would be his favourite.

Allowing her to keep her right leg tied to the real him, her tail comfortably curled around his real thigh, but separating her left to give both of them space, to enjoy the touch of her inner thigh, his spell moved her hair out of the way to permit easy access to her ear, neck and shoulders, to surrender to them being ravished by the projection seconds after it came to life.

“Oh? Clever trick. But I thought you didn’t like to share.”

Making the projection easily remove her sapphire dress upwards and throwing it in the same direction as his own robe he attacked her chest and lower neck with his mouth, almost too impatient to answer.

“Is it sharing if it’s with myself? Because I will show you you don’t need anyone else.”

With an intake of breath, she moaned when his teeth caught one of her nipples, both reality and projection working together to remove the only piece of clothing remaining in her body before he left the weight to his projection to be able to remove his remaining clothing too. When he looked back she had turned to kiss his form made magic, her legs spread for him and her ass rubbing against the length of his projection’s cock and he felt his dick twitch in response of the image, of the very real feeling in his own length, of the arousal it created for him. She stopped, looking at the real him and calling him closer with the playful movement of her index finger, and once he heeded her calling and reclaimed the lips that were his she used her right hand to position him right in her middle and moved her body as downwards as she could in her position, taking him in like an inn that hadn’t had a customer in years, opening her doors to him and groaning and moaning against his lips while she became accustomed to his size.

Between slow movements and pleasure cries his projection spit on his hand and used it to lubricate the hole of her ass, playing with one finger, two fingers, three until she broke the kiss to get air back in her lungs, until her holes closed surrounding him to let be known that she couldn’t wait for longer. If he had known this is what she craved he would have fucked her senseless in an orgy of himself and her that would have made her stop looking at anyone else.

Pushing both her and his clone closer to the door Gale took the opportunity to enter her fully, to exit her completely only to fill her again. And again. And again. The slick, the fluids, the sweat, her flesh warm and tight around his… everything felt new, as if he was little different than a virgin just playing around for the first time. It had been so long since he had felt this kind of ‘human’ contact he had to make a conscious effort not to end their fun then and there, his strokes hard, deep and quick while the hand that was not supporting and clutching her leg against his hip caressed her waist and chest, getting lost in pinching her nipples.

He stopped moments after to allow his projection to finish what it had started, entering the hole of her ass slowly while she bit down his shoulder and her tail squeezed his leg further, its tip venturing to touch every part of him that was within reach without allowing his real body to move away, pushing it against her cunt even further.

But if he had trouble stopping his own pleasure while fucking her once, he had to take a brief moment from fucking her in two places, his brain complete mush, his heart working in overdrive. She moved her fingers to catch his chin and made him look at her, nodding slowly, her eyes amused and clouded by desire. Patiently she kissed him exactly as he had imagined her to kiss — a damsel after meeting her prince, the true love kiss of a fairy tale, her lips contorted into a sweet smile he had never seen her made before. Understanding, loving, playful.

He ground his hips against hers brutally, feeling the gratification of his clone’s cock brushing against his in perfect coordination, his pleasure quickly building up impulsed by her open moans and loud cries. Somehow, the fact that the other wizard could be listening in on them, realizing that he had lost the opportunity to take her as he was doing, filled him with elation.

They spend a regrettably short while in such a position until he felt her cunt shudder around him, pushing him towards the chasm that had been waiting all the time he had forced himself to be on edge, letting it build up and distracting himself with small details of anything unrelated to her not to fall before his time.

Yet once the convulsions of her pussy squeezed his cock inside and her mouth, open in front of his to keep kissing and licking him, trapped his tongue fully to stop her loud whimper, he couldn’t stop his own release, moaning her name while his teeth bit down her bottom lip, the heat of the closed room too much, the air, despite the wonderful smell they had left behind, too overwhelming.

He dissipated his clone and grabbed her until the tiefling was stable enough to be able to stand on her own feet, only for her to remain completely naked and move near the table, her hand caressing the wood as if she was searching for something.

His breathing returned to normal Gale grabbed a spare clean cloth from nearby and cleaned his own mess as much as he could, getting distracted by how his fluids were still leaving her cunt slowly, dropping down her leg, the tip of her tail following it, catching his attention. He had been inside of it moments before, nothing else mattered.

He threw the cloth to the side, the floor starting to get gilled with fabrics of all kinds, and followed her playful walk to the table, watching her sit on top of it with a sensual movement of her legs, her hands grabbing the bottle of wine he had left on it when he thought the night would be a lot more boring.

“If I had known the only thing I needed for you to fuck me like that was to get you jealous and drunk I would have done it a long time ago. Hell, I’d probably do it again only to provoke you.”

Bringing two glasses from the cupboard that seemed adequately clean and empty and waiting for her to pour for them he chuckled. He leaned against the table, almost sitting on top but not fully. He was… calmer now, even if he was aware that if he kept looking at her naked body as it was he wouldn’t be for much longer.

“You would, uh? And what if I decide I really don’t want to share you? What if I make you unequivocally mine?”

Ignoring his glasses she moved in front of him, brought a leg beside his ass on the wood and drank from the bottle while some of the drops of the red wine fell to her neck and chest.

“Then you would have made me wait for too long. And you’ll have even more reason not to allow me to go flirting with other people. Wouldn’t you want to punish me? To remind me whose I am, to whom I belong to?”

Yes. He wanted all of it. He wanted to bury himself inside her each time he was feeling jealous, to pin her against the first wall he could find if she looked at someone with interest, to watch as his clones fucked her each time someone even looked at her. He was crazy, but only for her.

His hands moved to cup the cheeks of her ass he licked the drops of wine from her neck and chest and kept playing with it until he twisted her nipple with his tongue, surrounding it, biting it, licking it fully, her breathing starting to come short once again. With a gesture of his tongue after a little pause, he asked her to drop some of the bitter deep hot liquid into his mouth, taking it while she poured directly into it. Before he was able to drink it fully however she stole his lips again and took it, making it disappear before devouring and ravishing the entirety of his mouth.

He grabbed her to change their positions and sat her on top of the table, making space between her legs for his body before he sank into his knees, falling to the floor while allowing the tip of his fingers to caress her inner thigh before making his kisses follow the movement.

“Such a shame to know I have made you wait for me. Do you think I still have time to make it up to you?”

Letting her body fall backwards slightly and gripping Gale’s hair as if she wanted nothing else in the world she spoke, her voice deep and lusted, clouded in heat and arousal, condemning them both.

“Only if we do this a lot from now on. Only if you honor your offer to make me unequivocally yours. Or else I know of some other wizard very interested i-”

She moaned wildly the moment his tongue travelled the entirety of her cunt only to end precisely at her clit, the circular motions pleasurable and distracting, winning him a soft laugh on her part. He didn’t care if she did it only to get a ruse out of him. She was here, asking to be his, after almost forgetting the concept of life while he fucked her. He could live with her provoking him every now and again, he could live with her playing publicly with others only for him to see, if he could steal her at night and make her release the same sounds she was doing with his mouth between her legs.

[sonik-kun]

Reminder that WWX did use a homophobic slur (cutsleeve) before he found out he was, in fact, a "cutsleeve" himself.

I'd also argue that him taking advantage of MXY's body and the rumours associated with him by acting as a "stereotypical gay" to get out of situations was a form of homophobia in itself.

He assumed this was how crazy, gay people act - like sexual deviants. He used that stereotype on top of the rumours about MXY just to get out of sticky situations and avoid being captured.

Whilst this isn't aggressive homophobia, nor would I consider him a raging homophobe myself, he still took advantage of the world view he was raised in, which, in modern terms, was problematic in itself.

Think the harmful, stereotypical, predatory gay trope in anime that a lot of anime fans have taken issue with. That's the stereotype WWX was trying to perpetuate and brush off as a silly joke which is bordering that harmful stereotype territory mentioned above. And yet I don't see the moral "holier than thou" crowd talking about that in their analysis on "fictional characters in an ancient Chinese setting."

(Note before I get jumped on: I don't think WWX was being cruel or malicious when he did this. Nor do I think he purposely intended to sully poor MXY's image further. And I ofc don't think that WWX is a terrible person for doing so either. The guy was desperate and needed to pull tricks to avoid capture. But that still doesn't make things right by modern standards. Even if said stereotype was used to goad a load of "homophobes." Would also like to add that even after coming out, WWX didn't really challenge the societal standard or think ill of anyone who thought like that. It's not like he toured the CW with LWJ, promoting gay rights. He'd be very extraordinary for doing that and brave, too. But he didn't. Instead, he just got up to sexy times with his husband daily and lazed about living the good life. Which is valid of him, tbh, giving the shit he went through. But my point still stands. The social norm persists.)

Also, bare in mind, WWX was heavily in denial about his own sexuality at first and struggled to come to terms with it in the beginning due to the societal norms back then, anyway.

Homophobia was the norm. Stop denying that when you know most of the characters found it bizarre.

By their standards being gay was, unfortunate as it is, unusual and to them, perhaps even immoral in its own right.

By modern standards, we know now that it is wrong. And the moral consensus is that being gay is normal and should not be vilified (even then, not all cultures today have reached that consensus and LGBT rights still have a long way to go).

With this in mind and the notion of what morality meant to people back then, you mustn't hold the characters to modern standards because that was simply the world view. What was "right" back then.

You cannot say with certainty that you wouldn't be homophobic back then, in a world where people called it strange and immoral. As much as I'd like to believe that I would be one of the few who find it wrong to treat gay people poorly, most of us probably would find homosexuality strange because that was the moral consensus of that time. As such, it is unfair to hold characters like JC, JL, and JGY to modern standards for that reason. That's the point we've all been trying to make here.

(Even then, JC and JL both watched as WWX left with his hubby into the sunset and didn't speak illy of their relationship again, nor consider them social outcasts like the Jins and Mos treated MXY. It's almost as if people can change their world views entirely (or to some extent) after things become normalised. Hmm. 🧐

Furthermore, MXTX herself said that JC wasn't a bad person. She wouldn't say that if he's the "aggressive homophobe, incapable of change" like you all seem to imply he is.)

You all make this point about historical context when us JC fans criticise WWX for his clear breach of bodily autonomy with the core transfer and his own war crimes. You should apply that logic to the period typical homophobia too. Because as I have said before, you cannot say for certain that the characters would be homophobic had this taken place in a society where being gay was the norm whilst homophobia was frowned upon. Let's use some logic and context when talking about characters from an ancient time period, shall we?

[97b0n3s]

Very upset thinking about saavik today… “we didn’t want to keep her in the movies or she might turn into a villain-“ SILENCE. Simply do not do that to her. It just makes me sad because I felt like Spock was always trying to find a successor (hello valeris) and was always disappointed or backstabbed and I feel like at the end of the 6th movie he was like damn so I really can’t trust ANYONE but Kirk and McCoy that’s crazy.. and that makes me very very sad. saavik helped fill that void in the second and 3rd movie but she was also just an interesting character that I felt was deserving of staying. (hashtag best lesbian) she had lots to learn and was very brave and helpful and like if she wasn’t on genesis baby Spock could’ve totally died of hypothermia. She kicks ass and she just stayed on vulcan.. i just wish she was in the movies in some way like a cameo or at the end of the 6th she pops up out of nowhere.. she kicked ass.. just blabbing my apolocheese

[just-another-star-47]

@kiwiplaetzchen made this wonderful template and I couldn't resist to fill it out, now that I try to focus mainly on Luscinia and her story. 😊

(And yes, I need to draw her wand, but I'm still not sure about the design 🙈)

So let's get a little more into detail, shall we? 😁

Luscinia is the Latin name for nightingale (So the c is spelled like the ones in Accio). During the big witch hunt in Europe, big wizarding families started to give their family members Latin names as an act of rebellion against the Christian church, that used Latin for their holy textes. Till this day, the Plonbraw family keeps that tradition alive, much to Luscinia's regret.

Luscinia's family originated in the eastern part of (modern) Germany, a part that is part of Prussia in the 1890s. The family of her mother still lives there, so she regularly visited her old homeland, even though the Plonbraw family fled into the far north of Norway centuries ago.

In a wand ceremony in her old home town the wand of one of her ancestors choose to be with her - made out of willow wood, around 20 cm long, somewhat flexible. (Read about the wand ceremony here)

I don't want to spoil too much, because I think it will be a part in my story, but let's just say her Patronus is a special dragon. 🤫

Rosalie was a gift from her older brother, right before her first year in school. He bought it from the money he got from selling potions to his classmates. (Maybe I have chosen the name after a little owl in one of my favourites films, that always broadcast around christmas in Germany. 😊)

Speaking of her brother, she has three siblings. Her older brother Corvus is four years older than her, her sister Alauda is three years older and her brother Alcedo is two years younger.

The relationship with her parents is.. complicated. Her father is an Auror, that isn't at home very often, her mother sees the worth of her children only in their achievments.

Luscinia is shy, because she doesn't trust other people and overthinks way too much, what they could do with the informations she gives them. She also often times feels pressured to regulate the people around them, making sure nobody gets hurt or upset.

She's rather lazy when it comes to homework, or other academic duties, but she needs to do things. Boredom makes her go crazy and you really don't want to come across her, when she's bored. It's one of the rare occasions, where she'd be very rude.

The only reason why her room is somewhat tidy, is because she gets overwhelmed very quickly, when there are too many distracting things in her surrounding. Other than that, she has simply no interest in beeing overly neatly, one of the reasons why she's so bad in Potions and Transfiguration - the need to be overly exact is nothing for her.

Luscinia tries to be friendly to everyone, because she never want to make someone feel bad or unwelcome. That beeing said, she's not a big philanthropist and especially in her teenage years she can get grouchy in social gatherings.

Typical Gryffindor here - brave to a point were it borders on dumbness.. 😅 Her playfulness doesn't make it any better. It's a trait not many are allowed to witness, but if she feels safe with someone, she loves to tease, play, do dumb shit and get lost in small details.

Luscinia is clumsy, because in her mind she is often elsewhere - already doing the next task, daydreaming or talking with herself. So no, she doesn't even notice it, when she bumps into objects, or that it's predictable that she pushes the vial with the liquid from the table to the ground by how hastily she works. 😅

[jinnie-ret]

ep.1: meet the wives

ratings: fluff

warnings: small mentions of ADHD, cancer, death, body size, cheating

running time: 1.5k words

summary: the brides to be gather and meet each other for their hen party, before they get married.

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"Hi!!! I'm Aurora, but most people call me Rori, I'm 25 and I've been single for 2 years," Aurora grinned toothily at the camera as she introduced herself.

"I joined this experiment because I just want to meet someone who makes me feel safe, you know?" her tone has shifted to more of a sad one, but from the way she presented herself you could tell she was good at hiding that side of her.

"I've definitely had some experiences before that have changed who I was as a person, and it's not a nice feeling at all, it's dreadful," Aurora admitted, hinting at something else that must have affected her, eyes unable to look into the camera anymore, or even the person asking the questions to her.

"These past 2 years I think I've really grown as a person, like massive personal growth. I've managed to come out of that time where things were darker, and I just want a husband that will help me see the lighter times too."

"I moved to South Korea from the UK not too long after my previous relationship, and I now work as a nurse! It's a really rewarding job, long hours, but so rewarding. I think it's important my husband cares about hard work too, and yeah."

"Yeah, my family thinks I'm absolutely insane for joining this process, of course they do!" Dallas giggled and covered her mouth as she threw her head back, just imagining and remembering the looks her family gave her when she told them she was going on a show where she'd be marrying a stranger.

"Hi, I'm Dallas! I'm only 21, but, I had been in a relationship for 5 years. I think obviously I've changed since I was a kid, I'm a woman now, and I think now that I'm a woman I need a man," she shrugged her shoulders lightly with a small smile, almost becoming shy at admitting what she wanted in a husband.

"Someone who... is quite calm in their nature, I'd say. Sometimes my brain feels too busy, I do have ADHD and that can sometimes be quite overwhelming. So I think I want someone that'll calm me down but also accept who I am, yeah," she explained as the camera panned to her knee jolting up and down from ner seat.

"For my job I actually have my own little flower shop, and I don't think I'd rather be doing anything else. Some people say to me it must get boring but there's so many stories with the people I meet and why they want to buy their flowers and-" she cut herself off.

"I'm rambling, aren't I? To put it simply, yeah it's a small business, but I love it. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Hi, I'm Sienna! I've never had a boyfriend before, so, yes, coming onto a show where I'm going to have a husband, it's, umm, how you say? Crazy, haha. Why am I here? Haha," Sienna's Polish accent came through as she spoke, adding some charm to her.

"I just think... The male figures in my life are very important to me. I remember the day I was told my father had cancer, that was the day I learnt he was going to die from it..." she bravely admitted, eyes welling up with tears. The screen showed her grabbing a tissue.

"Sorry can I have a moment?" she sniffled, holding her hand up to block the view of her getting upset.

"He always told me to think with my heart, and I think that's something that will stick with me forever. I know he won't be there the day I get married, but I've got a part of him with me always," she spoke gently of her father's warm advice.

"I think I can come across as quite closed off, I am training to be a lawyer, so I feel like I have to look at things quite unbiased, but with love... I'm not sure how it will go. I think I just want someone who will accept me for me, you know?"

"This is 100% the right place for me to be. I want love, I need it. I'm done living my lonely girl era. I mean that era was a whole year but let me tell you it was a long year," Octavia admitted as she sheepishly shrugged her shoulders.

"I've been in and out of relationships a lot, and they've never really matched me. It always left me thinking, maybe I was too much for them to handle?"

"I just want someone cheeky who will match my humour, that's a big thing for me. Someone who is ambitious too, yeah that's important for me as well," she nodded, describing her ideal type.

"I'm a model, I travel quite a lot for different shoots or campaigns so I hope that my husband is someone who could handle that, and cope with my busy lifestyle."

"Hi, I'm Valentina! I'll say it how it is, plain and simple like that. I work in sales, it's not the most interesting job I'll be honest, but it pays the bills, haha," she laughed, tossing her over her shoulder and giving a 'help me' look to the camera jokingly.

"I just live for the Fridays where me and my girls can go to the bar at the end of a long day and do a bit of karaoke. I have been told I have quite a good voice, not to brag," Valentina smirked.

"What do I want in a husband? I need someone who can handle my fieriness, someone who will accept me for me."

"I think people look at me a certain way, I'm not a prude, but I want my fairytale. My parents have been together for 40 years now, they're so important to me. My family is my world. So, as ambitious as it may sound, I want to have my fairytale in this experiment."

"Hi, I'm Tanaka! All I know is old people, fish, and the sea. You don't get a lot of people my age near the village I live," she introduced herself.

"I'm from Japan but live near the beach in Uljin! I'm looking for love, and I don't quite know what that will look like yet but I need something to fill the void," there was a pause as she spoke seriously, before she chuckled and leant back into her chair, "too deep?"

"I work at an aquarium, people come in with their kids, it's definitely something I want one day... Even if I can't carry them myself."

"I want my husband to understand me I think, which will be hard because I don't fully understand myself. But maybe they'll bring a different side out of me? Who knows haha... I'm looking forward to it."

"I'm Taniyah! I need a man that can handle a big girl-" Taniyah gave a cute look to the camera and looked it up and down as if she was flirting with whoever was watching. The camera quickly cut.

"Is that too much?" she giggled heartily, her hand habitually resting on her chest as she did so.

"Guys I've been with in the past... They've only wanted to get with me because they're curious of what it's like to be with someone plus size... They almost, how you say it? Fetish? They don't care about who I really am, deep down. And that's been a huge problem for me my whole dating life, it's really held me back."

"I work as a therapist, mainly with teens, and I go into schools and talk to them and just really help get down to the roots of their problems."

"I think I want someone who is caring and a good listener, because they're things I strive to be too, so yeah, I need a man that'll match my energy. Just wait til he sees me in full glam too, the boy won't be able to keep his hands off of me!" Taniyah cheered, clicking her fingers.

"Korea is very different to India let me tell you that," Ishani said in wonder, before adding on quietly with a small smile, "I like it."

"I came onto this show because the last time I was in a relationship I got cheated on, very badly, and I want someone who I can rely on all the time. I don't even have to know what they're doing, I just need a trustworthy person to be my husband, because then I won't have to worry."

"I do work as a vet, so I get to see animals quite a lot. It really is my dream job, I feel so lucky. I trust the animals more than men sometimes I can't lie. They're better listeners!" Ishani's eyes lit up as she spoke passionately of her job.

"I think what I also want out of the experiment is personal growth too. I've kept myself to myself for far too long, and I want someone to help bring things out of me I didn't know were there."

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[swallowtail-ageha]

Scrolling through your asoiaf tag and you have such good and correct opinions like how can anyone love just Dany or just Sansa or just Arya like how can anyone not see the parallels between Dany and Sansa it makes me feel so crazy like why are there so few people who love all the girlies?? I genuinely love every single female POV character and can’t imagine hating any of them. I mean sure yeah Cersei is a villain but you’re telling me her tragedy doesn’t touch your heart? Watching this woman desperately try to avoid her prophecy as it unfolds before you doesn’t have you in a death grip? Or like are you unmoved by Sansa telling an annoying snotty little boy how brave he is because she wants him to feel better? Dany comforting Missandei when her brother dies? Arya getting to the house of the black and white and immediately thinning to being a man a cup of water (or at least what she thought was water)? How about Sansa telling Joffrey she hopes Robb cuts his head off? Dany sassing the man who wants to open the fighting pits? Arya telling Jaquen to kill himself? Like please come on. All three girls are obviously different but they share so many very endearing traits. I am fiercely holding tight to my delusion that Dany and Sansa will bond over stories and songs and Arya will teach Dany about all the flowers in Westeros and then Sansa will show them how to make flower crowns and embroider little emblems on Arya’s clothes

First of all tysm!!!!

The whole arya vs sansa vs dany fandom fight frustrates me to no end, mainly because all parties involved seem to have little to no empathy to the characters whose stans they oppose. It's all maliciously extrapolating some parts of the text to make them see worse than what they are (ex: daenerys' "if i look back i am lost" getting twisted from "dany knows that dwelling on what ifs and turning your back after you have taken a commitment will only damage you in the long term" in "dany doesn't want to reflect on her past mistakes and will go mad and get stabbed to death" or sansa getting frustrated at sweetrobin being a sign of her being ableist and classist while it's. Just a normal reaction of a stressed and traumatized 13 yo who is otherwise very sweet to her cousin)

For loving the female characters same! Even those who commit outwardly villainous acts do get lots of humanizing moments, Cersei, as awful as she is, is simply a product of the hyper misogynistic society she lives in plus years of parental and spousal abuse (and the doomed by prophecy vibes) and. I genuinely don't get how people can look at the walk of shame and say it's a fitting punishment to her crimes

Overall all the hate for female characters that are more complex or more driven or more morally ambiguous than what most female characters are presented as in other media in a fandom who (supposedly) prides itself in liking morally ambiguous characters is.. frustrating, really. I blame both fandom misogyny but also the GoT series, as it's outright changes in female character's actions and stories to make them look better or worse than what they originally were skewered the visions of almost everyone in the fandom (arya is an egregious victim of this. Scenes such as her caring for Weasel or her befriending sex workers in braavos don't exist and they added that "all girls are idiot" scene that i hate and they removed all her plan to free the northmen from harrenal and she got turned from traumatized child to hashtag no one super cool assassin and her character got straight up murdered in the tv series.)

Oh and also for kickstarting the whole jonsa vs jonerys thing which i'm pretty sure is the origin of the stupid dany vs sansa wars

And yes!! Dany Sansa and Arya should get to meet and reunite! While i do think that there will be some slight tensions between Sansa and Arya because they left on Not So Well terms, they have also matured a lot, so i do think they would have an heartfelt reunion. Meanwhile Dany and Arya could bond because of both their connection to Braavos and Arya's admiration for those who free slaves, and Dany would empathize (and feel a common ground) with Sansa for her being a child who had all her family die and got married extremely young while beeing creeped on by older men, while Sansa, who is shown to admire women like Margaery or Myranda, who are shown to be very keen regarding politics or social issues, something that Dany is

In the end, i genuinely hope that all three of these traumatized little girls get their happy ending and none of them dies, they all are interesting and complex characters that share parallels with each other, and it sucks that because of stupid ship wars or discussions on who would get the throne they get pitted against each other. THEY WOULD BE FRIENDS Y'ALL

[littlelonelyone]

All Along (George Weasley x Reader)

Warning: 17+, Fluff, Pining, Smut, Fingering, Oral Sex (F), Happy Ending.

Description: Reader has been crushing on George since Year 3 and never tells him about her feelings for him. She notices everything about the boy, even how to tell him apart from his twin. After a certain conversation with her friends one night, Reader finally has the courage to talk to George.

HELLO this doesn’t follow the books! Also this might be the longest fic I ever wrote to date so please forgive me. Hehe enjoy. Check out my other stories as well, thanks! :) <3

I was in love with George Weasley.

I mean who wouldn’t be after all of his crazy antics and all that he’s done for me. I first noticed him in Year 1 while I was waiting to be sorted into a house. I looked around out of curiosity at all the students who had gone through and watched this exact ceremony during their first year. I scanned the room thoroughly, finding some friendly faces who seemed excited about the new students that year and were smiling down at us and then coming across other faces who looked like they just wanted this to be over and done with.

That’s when my eyes found him. Tousled untamed red hair and a huge smile. He was chattering away with the group of people who surrounded him and someone beside him who I now realized was his twin. I watched as he threw his head back in laughter and I suddenly felt the warmest feeling in my chest. I wondered if he felt me staring as he looked in my direction and we made eye contact for a brief moment. Staring back at one another and I watched as his lips slowly curled into a smile. I was the first to break contact due to hearing my name being called.

“(Y/N L/N)” my ears perked up at the sound of my name and I turned around to look at Professor McGonagall who was already looking back at me. I moved through the small crowd of newcomers and confidently headed up the steps towards the stool so I could sit down. Almost immediately after I sat, the sorting hat announced that I would excel in Gryffindor and that was that. The table to my left cheered loudly when they heard the name of their house being called once again. Gryffindor was having a good day, almost the majority of new students had been sorted into their house. My gaze returned to the orange haired boy that I noticed earlier. He was already gazing back at me and cheering. We held eye contact as I made my way over to the Gryffindor table and upon my arrival, he extended his hand out to shake mine and introduced himself. “Hello I’m George Weasley, pleasure to have you here.”

From that very first interaction, George and I had become fast friends. I got to know him better that year and learned that he and Fred, who was his twin brother, just made it onto the Quidditch team. George was a year older than I so for him it was his 2nd Year. Despite our short age difference I had always been welcomed into Georges friend group and also became best friends with Katie Bell, who was the teams chaser.

Although George and I had been friends first, it wasn’t until my 3rd Year when I realized I liked my tall friend. I was sitting down by the black lake thinking of home when suddenly George appeared by my side and asked me what was wrong, in which I didn’t want to burden him with my feelings and simply told him I was fine. He insisted and told me he would listen to me talk about whatever it was that was bothering me. So eventually I caved and told him how I felt kind of lonely since being at Hogwarts was my first time living so far away from my parents and that I really struggled during my first year. I thought he was amazing for staying and listening to me as I vented and I realized that he was a good person. George told me my feelings were valid and basically had this entire speech about being brave and said that if I ever felt lonely, I could always go looking for him and he wouldn’t turn me away. I was touched and told him how I really appreciated him. It wasn’t until he pulled me into a hug and started curling my hair around his finger out of comfort that I had become conscious of him. No one else knew this but my mom used to do that same thing with my hair whenever I was having a rough day and she could always soothe me. My tense body immediately relaxed and George noticed right away. This moment was what started it all and I began thinking, “Maybe I like George more than a friend.”

At first I was in denial but was shut down immediately when I noticed I couldn’t look at Fred in the same way that I viewed his twin brother. Even though they were identical, I always knew which twin was which. After I came to the conclusion that I had feelings for George, I decided it would be best for me to ignore them. I continued to make excuses for myself and tried to stay at a distance but George kept pushing to be in my life and started being even nicer to me. The younger twin didn’t want his friend to feel lonely like she did in her 3rd year so after that he always kept an eye on her. He didn’t even realize (Y/N) was hopelessly crushing on him.

It was now Year 6, it was the twins 7th year. George was one of my good friends. Both of us were apart of the same friend group so we usually spent a lot of time with them as a collective. Currently I was lounging on the couch in the common room waiting for nothing in particular when George descended from the stairs and made his way over the minute his eyes fell upon me, “Hi.” He sat down and leaned his head onto my shoulder. “Hi Fred…” I joked. One of the many things that never failed to amuse me was when they didn’t believe I could tell them apart so I would purposely call the brothers by the wrong name. George scoffed dramatically, “You say you can tell us apart but hear you are calling out the name of my brother, this is blasphemy!” I clicked my teeth with my tongue and scolded him for his theatrics. “You know damn well I know who you are George Weasley.” I reassured him and looked away to stare into the crackling fire. “I could identify you even if my eyes were closed and I heard the sound of your voice.” I admitted. I didn’t know George was currently staring at me with raised eyebrows and was about to speak when we heard the rest of our friends enter the portrait hole and come join us around the fire.

~

After that little moment with (Y/N) in the common room, George couldn’t help but wonder throughout the rest of the week why his younger friend was able to identify him and his twin without failure. Did they really spend that much time together where she had the opportunity to observe them both and make out what skin blemishes one twin had and the other one didn’t? He really didn’t have the answer to that question since nobody in their 17 years of life was ever able to successfully tell them apart, until now. Even their own mother had difficulties telling the twins apart. The thought of his younger friend taking the time to decipher which twin was which made George smile. No one had ever taken the time to figure out anything about him and his brother. People decided to lump them in as Fred&George, as if they were conjoined twins. The fact (Y/N) could see the twins as their own individual person filled his heart with joy. George was pulled from his thoughts when he was approached by Alicia Spinnet, one of his old friends.

Somewhere in the school, (Y/N) was mindlessly strolling into parts of the castle that she had never been to before but she was too zoned out to come back to reality and correct herself so she continued walking until she heard giggling coming from a nearby classroom and it pulled her out of her thoughts. It was a girl and a boy. Normally she would have kept walking but the sound of the boys laugh caught her attention. She heard that same laugh way too many times for her to misidentify him. (Y/N) gravitated towards the sound of the laugh like a cartoon character who had just smelled a fresh pie in the window. Sure enough, inside the room sat Alicia Spinnet with George and she was flirting with him. I bit the inside of my cheek then did a U turn on my heel and got the heck out of there. I did not want to see that. I ran back in the direction of my dorm.

“And yeah I just wanted to see if you would like to go for a butter beer with me this weekend?” Alicia giggled and asked George on a date after their conversation about being partnered up in Transfiguration and how she had such a fun time. George was about to agree when the image of (Y/N) popped up in his head and he stopped in his tracks. He decided to take that as a sign not to go and instead declined the invitation and apologized. After they parted ways he began looking for the girl that was now on his mind. Why did he have this odd feeling. George sighed and pushed the thought out of his head. He began looking for (Y/N).

(Y/N) had grumpily made her way back to the dorms where her best friend Katie Bell was hanging out and doing homework with their mutual friend Angelina.

Upon my arrival to said dorm, I plopped onto my bed and buried my head in a pillow. Katie noticed immediately and excused herself to come over to my bed. She sat down next to me and began running her fingers through my thick locks and asked what was bothering me. I shook my head and grumbled, “Nothing just tired.” But she knew better than that. Katie knew me like the back of her hand. She began taking individual locks of hair and curling it around her finger knowing this action was my weakness and I would soon cave and tell her what was on my mind.

I sighed and turned my head to look at her. “That’s not fair! You know I can’t be upset when you do that.” I let my eyes close as Katie continued curling my hair around her finger. “I feel like you already know what I’m about to say..” I whispered and started to chew on my bottom lip. Katie chuckled and nodded, “Unfortunately, I know you more than you know yourself.” “At this point I’m pretty sure everyone does.” I said whilst sitting up and started staring at my hands. “It’s just.. it’s not like I want to be in love with one of my best friends but I can’t help what I feel! He’s always there with his nice face and kind words making sure I’m alright and he’s always hugging me or leaning on me, what am I supposed to do or how am I supposed to react!?” I exclaimed. Angelina looked over at her friends. She felt bad for her friend who couldn’t admit to her feelings in fear of ruining the dynamic that she and George had with each other. Angelina made her way over to her friends and knelt down next to Katie. “You know (Y/N), you could always just tell him how you feel about him. George cares about you so much and I know he would never hurt you. But right now you’re hurting yourself and it’s time to accept these feelings or move on.” With that being said, Angelina tucked a strand of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear and exited their shared dorm. The dark haired girl had always been the blunt one out of the trio and always said what others didn’t want to hear.

My eyes drifted to my best friend and I gasped dramatically at the way she was looking at me. Like as if she agreed with what Angelina was saying. “Come on K not you too!” I whined and pushed her hand away from my head. She began to slowly nod as if she was hesitant to disagree with her best friend in fear she would be upset with her. I rolled my eyes. We sat in silence for a while just thinking before I obnoxiously sighed, knowing there was no other way around this and my friends were right. It was time for me to let go of these feelings. Either he felt the same way and would reciprocate my feelings or I was about to make a huge mistake but I deserved to think with a clear head. “Okay!” I finally agreed. “Okay?” Katie looked kind of shocked. “Okay. Im going to tell him how I feel!” Katie tackled me out of joy knowing how big of a step I was taking and told me how proud of me she was. After this conversation we discussed when I should ask George to talk. I was nervous yet kind of excited. I just hoped he felt something for me as well.

George had finally reached the common room just as (Y/N) was coming back down the stairs. They immediately made eye contact and George beckoned her over with the nod of his head. She bid her goodbyes to Katie and made her way over to him. “Hi Georgie.” She said then leaned over to hook their arms and face him towards the direction he just came from. “Care to join me for a walk around the castle?” She peered up at him through her long eyelashes and he couldn’t help but notice how pretty she looked tonight. All of a sudden he thought about Alicia and felt glad he didn’t agree to the date. He showed off his nice white teeth and smiled that gorgeous smile (Y/N) adored so much and he nodded, letting the younger girl drag him along. They were walking in comfortable silence for about 10 minutes until (Y/N) finally broke the ice and spoke. “George? You would never hurt me right?” She asked, making them both stop walking. He gulped. Why was she suddenly asking this? Did she know about Alicia? Was she jealous? Why would she be jealous anyways and why was he wishing she was? “I mean I know you would never hurt me. I don’t know why I asked that..” (Y/N) blushed and looked away letting out a laugh due to her being a little embarrassed. (Y/N) actually knew why she was asking this question. She was trying to prepare herself for the big confession her and Katie planned.

Without another word, George shook his head and in a flash, pulled her right against his chest. Was she feeling lonely again? Feeling confident, he kissed the top of her head and began to speak, “I would never dream of hurting you love, are you okay? What’s with the sudden question?” He pulled away a little and forced her to look at him. She couldn’t hide the blush that appeared on her face. “Uh nothing just a random thought, I promise I’m okay!” She removed her face from his grasp and buried it back in his chest. “I don’t think I could ever handle losing you to be honest.” (Y/N) admitted out of the blue and inhaled his scent in doing so. This unexpected confession made Georges heart flutter and he squeezed her a little closer.

One thing he always admired about (Y/N) was her confidence and her ability to always say what she was currently thinking. In a way, he found her rather intimidating but also found himself drawn to the younger girl. They relaxed in each others embrace and (Y/N) found herself pushing him to the nearest wall. This was it. There couldn’t have been a more perfect time. Whatever she was doing, George liked it and the feeling of her guiding him had him wrapped around her finger in a swift second. She slowly moved her head upwards and stood up on her tiptoes, about to place a kiss against the spot between his shoulder and neck when the sound of people running and yelling had startled the pair and George had grabbed her and pulled her into a nearby classroom.

Inside the classroom, he leaned against a desk and looked down in disappointment, feeling like he just missed something important. (Y/N) wasn’t going to let this little interruption ruin what she was about to do a moment ago and she rushed over to George, ducking to where he hung his head and pressed her lips against his while lifting his head in the process. Her hands going to his cheek to hold. George was stunned, he didn’t even have time to react and kiss back before (Y/N) pulled away. “Godric forgive me!” She exclaimed and stepped back a little before she began to pace back and forth. “This isn’t how I wanted this to go!” She ranted to him and he stayed quiet, feeling rather confused in that moment trying to process what just happened. “I should’ve asked if I was allowed to kiss you, I’m sorry George.” (Y/N) bit her lip and looked down momentarily before bringing her attention back to him. “I asked you to come for a walk because I had something to tell you but I kind of got swept up in the moment so I apologize..” She started and George just nodded his head, waiting for her explanation. “I actually wanted to talk about us… You’re probably wondering why I kissed you and the answer to that question is..” (Y/N) stopped herself and gulped. “The answer to that q-question is that I-I really like you George.” She finally managed to spit out. “I like you so much and not being able to tell you such a huge secret has been eating me alive and I really needed you to know that.” (Y/N) whispered the last few words, looking at the ground as she slowly lost her confidence and slowly backed away. She did not want to see the look on Georges face right now.

Just as she turned to run away, George reached out for her and pulled her against him. Her back was now pressed to his chest and he rested his head on top of hers as he wrapped his left arm around her waist and his right hand reached out for a strand of her long hair, curling it around his finger. Neither of them spoke during this little moment that they were having. (Y/N)s eyes slowly shut and she exhaled, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in. George continued playing with her hair and slowly started to rub circles over her tummy. Trying to calm her down. Even with the position they were in, he could still feel how fast her heart was beating and noticed how she quivered a little. He had never seen her in a state like this before. Always seeing her when she was confident and at her best, only letting herself be sad in front of him when he really pushed for it. All in the span of 10 minutes, she had been acting so out of place and frantic and it wasn’t a side that George ever saw. It now hit him. Her letting him see how vulnerable she was in that moment was really difficult for his normally confident friend and she truly meant what she said. (Y/N) really did have feelings for him and he wouldn’t have asked for anything better if he was given the chance.

His chin moved from the top of her head to her left shoulder so he could try get a look at her face. When he was successful, his heart skipped a beat at the expression that was displayed across the beautiful girls face. (Y/N)s eyes were closed and she wasn’t smiling nor frowning, instead she looked very content being wrapped in his embrace and she had a faint pink blush that appeared and rested across her nose. She was breathing steadily again, the action of George playing with her hair made her feel completely calm and her heartbeat became steady as well.

George now realized why there always seemed to be more than what he claimed when he always watched over (Y/N) and protected her from everything. Why he had declined the invitation from Alicia all because the image of her popped into his mind. He always loved her. From the moment they first saw each other in her first year when she was about to be sorted. The way they couldn’t stop gazing at one another as if they knew one day, they would become that very person for each other, the person they couldn’t stand to be apart from.

Without another word, George removed his hand from the girls waist and all the way to her chin, then in an instant he had moved her face so she could look back at him. Her eyes opened and she realized how close they were to one another. George leaned a little closer before asking her for permission to kiss her. She could only nod, scared of what her voice might sound like and that was it. Their lips molded with each others and George pulled her closer against him. His hand was now slightly around her neck and his fingers held her jaw in place so they could reach each other and kiss.

I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. George pretty much accepted my confession and we were now kissing. My hand wrapped around his wrist, the one he had around my neck and I slowly removed it, pushing it downwards and guided it to rest overtop my right boob. His eyes opened once he felt her. George could never bring himself to do this with another girl, always stopping the minute he thought of (Y/N) and disliked how the guilt would become too unbearable. But this was different. This was who he wanted all along and she was letting him touch her in intimate places, these little movements letting him know that she trusted him and she wanted him to do this to her.

Once her hand dropped from his, it was like her silent way of letting him know he could take over and he begin squeezing and rotating her breast, observing her to see if this was making her feel something. (Y/N) stopped kissing George for a moment to let out a breathy moan and this encouraged him to carry on. She reconnected their lips and their kisses got sloppier as his hand dragged over her stomach and slowly lifted up her top so he could get his hand under it. His hand moved back up towards her boob and he began squeezing it again, now feeling the thin material of her bra and he found himself getting turned on. As George continued feeling her up, he had switched out his left hand and instead, started to touch her breast with his right. His left hand was now moving down her stomach and stopped just above her waistband. (Y/N) knew what he was silently asking permission for and she whispered into the kiss “Fucking touch me already George.”

With this demand, Georges hand quickly unbuttoned her jeans and now hovered over her clothed vagina, hesitating as if they hadn’t already crossed a line that they couldn’t return from. Just as (Y/N) pushed her tongue into Georges mouth, he began to rub her pussy over her panties and she moaned into his mouth. Finally feeling the pleasure she so desperately needed, she began to spread her legs. He soon realized how difficult this position was and in one swift movement, he quickly switched so (Y/N) was now sitting on the desk he once leaned on. George removed her pants completely then grabbed her thighs and dragged her to the edge. He peered into her eyes as they shined back up at him and he knew she had him once again. (Y/N) had the boy wrapped around her finger and could make him do anything she desired. She knew it too.

I grabbed George by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to me so we could make out again. I was obsessed with the way our lips moved perfectly together and I knew I wouldn’t be able to kiss anybody else after him. George Weasley had me under a spell and I didn’t care to be saved anytime soon. I wanted to be swallowed by this love. I wanted to feel parts of him I had never felt before. My hands moved to his pants and I fought with the buckle, this action letting George know what I wanted and he caught my attention as he sucked one of his fingers into his mouth. I bit my lip at the show he was so obviously putting on for me and spread my legs once I realized what it was for. As if I wasn’t already wet enough for him to stick his fingers inside me. George being the kind of person he was, he wanted to make sure I was 100% comfortable and didn’t feel too much stretching when he began to prepare me for what was to come next.

I leaned in to place a soft kiss to the side of (Y/N)s mouth before I moved her panties to the side and spread her lips. My thumb immediately went to her clit and I began rubbing hard circles against it, causing her to buck her hips and moan. I bit my lip, fuck she sounded sexy. Finally, my finger hovered over her hole and I slowly pushed it into her, feeling her stretching and pulsating around my finger and I continued to push it all the way inside her. “Fuck you’re tight.” I told her and placed a sloppy kiss to her thigh to let her know it was a good thing. A dark red blush was now showing on her face and her breathing was becoming shallow. I slowly fingered her and watched closely as her pussy seemed to swallow my digit over and over. When she started feeling more wet, I added another finger and continued fucking her with my fingers at the same time that I rubbed her clit. (Y/N) was now moaning and moving her hips so Georges fingers could hit perfectly. “I-I’m going to-“ before she could even finish her sentence, George had stopped fingering her and replaced them with his tongue. He knew he could drive her over the edge with how sensitive he had made her by stopping and he flicked his tongue out to lick her reddened clit.

“G-George please-“ She cried and tried grinding down onto his face only for him to slightly pull back, attempting to tease her. “FUCK! George please just do something I-I!” (Y/N) was starting to feel the effects of her denied orgasm and she couldn’t speak a coherent sentence. George chuckled only wanting to tease her a little before he finally ate her up. With one last agonizingly slow lick to her clit, he shoved his fingers back inside her and began performing the best oral sex she had ever experienced. Sucking hard on her clit and curling his fingers deep inside her. (Y/N) clawed at his hands and pulled at his hair, trying to bring him closer. She was beginning to feel overstimulated but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop. With one last guttural moan leaving her mouth, she arched her back so high off the desks she laid across and he continued to lap at her sensitive pussy as she rode out her orgasm. With one final sigh, he pulled his fingers out of her and pulled her up so he could kiss her again. She didn’t even care that she could taste herself on his tongue, it made the kiss so much hotter.

As they began to make out again, her hand moved down to his still hard dick and pumped it a few times, making him bite her lip as he attempted to suppress his moans. She raised an eyebrow and rubbed her finger over the head, noticing a bit of pre cum leaking out and she started to spread her legs once again. “Fuck me.” She said in the most sexiest voice George had ever heard and he roughly grabbed her thighs and shoved himself inside her, his head fell back and he let out a loud moan at how warm and tight she felt and once again, he began to move in and out of her. As he fucked her even faster, both of their feelings began to build up and he couldn’t hold it anymore. “Fuuuuuck I love you!” George moaned out and continued to fuck her hard. “I love you!” He repeated and she couldn’t help as her tears welled up in her eyes and she felt overwhelmed. This was actually happening and to top it off, she didn’t even say I love you yet. It was all George.

His thrusts had started becoming sloppier and sloppier as he neared his release and she sat up whilst he was still inside her, helping him to reach an even deeper angle and she tossed her arms around his neck, biting down on it hard as George hit something over and over and she knew she was going to cum again. With one last thrust of his hips and her grinding down to meet with him, they both came at the same time and blurted out how much they loved each other. George pressed his lips back onto hers. Emptying himself inside her before he finally pulled out. Her legs were so shaky and his knees felt wobbly. He quickly flicked his wand and said a spell that sort of cleaned them up. George helped (Y/N) dress then gently helped her down from the desk.

“You okay?” George asked me and I smiled at his now concerned yet red face. He really decided to act flustered now after all we just did. I giggled then leaned on my tip toes so I could reach up and kiss him. “Do you want to go have a bath?” I suggested after we separated and he nodded, scooping me up in his arms and insisting that I was going to be sore later.

Ignoring her pleas to be put down, he walked in the direction of the bathroom so he and his new love could get cleaned up and go finish off their night cuddling in bed.

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

If there's one thing i can say good about jimmy from mouthwashing is that he's effective cautionary character about "some people don't deserve a chance." He's a good reminder that some people are utterly horrible and cause nothing but harm if you try to help them

Mouthwashing is great because literally everyone in there (except Daisuke) is an antagonist.

Jimmy is very much his own worst enemy and even though he is the protagonist in that he's the guy the story is about, he's also creating his own obstacles in his story with his actions in a Man vs. Self way.

Polle is the face of the incorporeal antagonist; the opposing force of the capitalistic hellscape the Mouthwashing crew live under. Every problem the crew faces that is not directly Jimmy's fault, from supply shortages in the Tulpar, to the lackluster quality of the vessel, to everything being a 'dog and pony show' as Swansea put it, is because higher ups wanted to cut corners and cut corners they did.

Curly is the sloth antagonist, not a villain because of what he's done, but because of what he *hasn't* done. He was Jimmy's friend instead of his boss, he hadn't spoken up against management despite the fact that as the captain of the ship he really should not lie there and take it when human rights are being violated (lack of locks on bedrooms, the 'one celebration only' rule, pretty much every rule shown on the posters, four cryopods and five crew members, etc...), and he admitted that while he'd 'go crazy looking for the dead pixel', he elected to ignore it the second it meant something more, ignore it in favor of the big picture, the second it was a much more serious issue than he thought it was. I have a strong feeling that one of the reasons why his life is one he wants to escape is because he's not an active player in his own life but a passive entity that just keeps chugging along the same tracks laid out for him no matter how rusty and broken they are.

Swansea is the Red herring antagonist, he's a grumpy asshole, however, he's only really a villain through the very biased eyes of Jimmy who sees the worst out of him because Jimmy is projecting what he would do in Swansea's shoes onto Swansea. As opposed to being a protagonist's shadow antagonist, he's the 'good clone', he's a man who isn't the best, but he did get his act together when he knew he was on a dark path. Swansea is brave enough to admit when he's gone too far and needs to take it back while Jimmy remains a coward who lies to himself til his last breath.

Anya is the sympathetic antagonist in that she's an opposing force against the protagonist (Jimmy) simply by existing and clawing her agency and personhood out of the narrative despite the fact her story is shown to us through the eyes of her tormentor and the man passive to her torment. The devil works hard to make her look like a pathetic damsel in distress, but Anya works harder; keeping Curly alive despite all odds, managing to do the hardest thing she could do and call for help twice (Once to Curly, the second time to Swansea) despite it being futile, and took matters into her own hands only when there was clearly no other option for her. Anya has two giant flaws against herself: her kind heart (trying over and over to get into medical school despite the glass ceiling (there's no way in hell there's not a glass ceiling in her case, SHE KEPT A FUCKING SKINLESS MAN ALIVE WITH SHITTY FIRST AID KITS), and telling fucking JIMMY 'I don't think our worst moments make us monsters'.) and her horrifically bad luck (See.. the entire game).

[wannawritefast]

Poise

A/N: Here she is. Seriously Aro is wicked fun to write and as I told Vas (@vasiktomis) reader/MC kinda ripped the reins from my hands. Is she (as in reader/MC) a lil coo coo bananas? Yes. Did she stretch my abilities as a writer? Yes. Were there times that I agonized over a singular word choice for an embarrassing amount of time? Oh yes. A lot of firsts in this fic for me as a writer. Very proud of myself. Thanks for reading. Also I'm so unserious about Aro. No funky aesthetic gif for this one. He's simply too silly. I also post all my stuff on both Tumblr and AO3. Same handle!

Pairing: Aro Volturi x F!Reader

Words: 6.6k

Warnings: gore (consider yourself warned), implied intimate partner abuse in flashbacks, death (no major characters), arachnophobia, reader has powers having to do with nightmares and is crazy, so is Aro, it’s the Volturi you kinda know what you’re getting into

Summary: After taking matters into your own hands, you swear never to be weak a day in the rest of your eternity. The Volturi can help with that.

“What I am left wondering is why you have suddenly found yourself in want of membership to the Volturi. You denied us quite emphatically those many years ago.”

“I was under a year into my immortality, Caius. You must forgive the blunders of my youth.”

Indeed, that many years ago you had declined their invitation. But that was when you still had your youthful fire about you. In so many years you had traded it in for temperance.

Still Caius narrowed his eyes from the platform. Only two of those splendiferous thrones were occupied at the moment -- a naked helm. Heidi had assured you that Aro was well on his way. That had been 3 minutes ago when Caius had decided to put you on trial for no other reason than him not being present.

Marcus watched on with those ancient eyes. They must have always looked old, you thought to yourself. You couldn’t imagine Marcus’ eyes looking any younger than time itself. And Caius’ eyes -- well… Very well. You’d let him enjoy this silly little power trip. There was something of a cruel smile lifting the edge of his lip.

“I have the time to hold a grudge.”

“Have you nothing better to do with eternity than harbor petty anger? My, my, you truly do not play well with others.” Your eyes drifted to Marcus. “Have you nothing to say, old friend?”

“We are hardly old friends.”

You rolled your eyes, settling your attention back to Caius. “If you’ll excuse me, I shall speak no more until Aro arrives.”

“Why? Are you frightened?” He taunted. Bait, that’s all it was…

“Are you?”

The doors behind you swung open heavily, like a final breath. Four sets of heeled shoes struck the marble. You did not turn even as Jane and Alec walked close on either side of you, like eels as they glided up the platform standing in the background.

Heidi didn’t even so much as brush past you to go out a side door. It was an unusual occurrence to demand entrance into the Volturi especially when a previous invitation had been so rudely turned down. You were certain a number of the vampires along the walls with you were there simply to see what demise would befall you for such insolence.

The fourth set of boots slowly walked up to the direct back of you. There was no body heat to speak for Aro but you knew it was him. The eyes of all the people in the room suddenly on you could not mean anything else. 

“Did you receive a warm welcome?” His voice hit the back of your head and it was no louder than a lover whispering their intentions.

You straightened, your eyes piercing Caius where he stood. “Something like that.”

Aro finished the pace around you. “You are very brave to have come here.” His eyes scanned the walls. He was looking to see if it was true that you had come alone.

“I was hoping it might be rewarded.”

“Hope…” He tasted the word. “Now that’s a word I have not heard in a good while.”

Half of a smile spread across your face. “You’re welcome.”

“Hm.” Aro looked you up and down, amused, before continuing his path to his throne. The three men on the platform finally sat. “And I… well, perhaps I should not assume a thing. Why don’t you tell me why you are here?”

The blonde vampire stole the silence from you. You couldn’t help but think that the angelic color was wasted on him. He would be blonde. “Foolish girl, she’s changed her mind!”

“Caius, I did ask her to tell, did I not?” Aro only dignified the man with a slight turn of his head. He set his jaw and sunk back into his throne a little. Aro’s hand gestured for you to continue.

“It is true,” you responded. As much as it pained you to soothe Caius’ temper via agreeability you were not above it especially now. “I would like to petition for entry to the Volturi.”

The laugh of all the vampires in the room made it all the more funny, you supposed. Even Marcus’ perpetually morose eyes tilted up as he chuckled.

Aro only smiled. “Now my dear…”

“I am aware of my past petulence-”

“Ooh, that was not petulence,” he corrected you, leaning forward. “Petulence is far too generous. You were rude.”

You gulped. It was true. You had been rude those 200 years ago. Very rude. 

Aro continued. “I believe you said… what were the words you used…?”

Marcus cleared his throat. “Allow me. ‘The Volturi are a semblance of order. Their actions are a colossal mimicry of law and the leaders are just as big of fools for as long as they stand if they believe that their offers of entry are anything more than an identification of spinelessness in the subject if they accept such a thing.’” Curse him for his memory. “Something like that.”

His really good memory.

The helmsman of the Volturi raised his brows at that. “Your recollection is pristine, Marcus. My goodness, such scathing words… I had forgotten.”

“‘Go to hell, you greedy fucks’ too,” Caius added, that hint of a cruel smile earlier was now a complete grin. “Can’t forget that either.”

“That last one was not me actually.” A glower from the blonde vampire. “My sire, rest his soul-” I hope he is eternally suffering, “-should be properly credited for that.”

There was a chuckle from all three on the platform, even Jane smiled a little. Although it was better than how you had begun it still was not a good sign.

“Yes, rest his soul.” Aro tilted his chin up. “Whatever did happen to him?”

A test. Aro knew what had happened. Everyone in the room knew what had happened. Or they knew a version. “My coven at the time… handled him and went our separate ways.”

It was not a lie. 

“Yes, I suppose you did handle it.” Aro remarked. “It was startling to hear about, just like that, ripped limb from limb by your coven.” He didn’t trust you. Why would he?

You swept up the steps before him and wordlessly knelt, reaching a hand up. A young woman reaching her hand up to a young man, both centuries old. Jane and Alec stepped forward in warning, flanking Aro’s throne. Your eyes flitted between them. An impasse. Still you kept your hand outstretched to Aro who had taken a small step forward in your approach. Your eyes landed back on him. Please.

Aro regarded you coolly; it was colored by something else though. Intrigue. Curiosity. Hunger. The last time Aro had read you had been 200 years ago; you had so much less control then. You remembered him snatching his hands away from yours as your nightmares, or rather his, had sloppily tumbled toward him while he flitted through your memory. Two horrible truths slamming into one another -- a mutual bruise, the two of you. Your talents were similar, all thing considered.

“You can look,” you whispered up at him. “I am better at this now.”

Something of a warm smile dawned on him, if indeed Aro could ever be described as warm, as he crouched down. His red, milky eyes bore into yours and then, gently, one of his hands tucked under your palm and the other covered your knuckles. You bridled the lightning fast nightmares as the man pushed forward.

Just like the first time it had happened, it felt like nothing more than the pad of a thumb releasing held pages as they rushed for the cover of a book. Aro flicked through two centuries of life in ten seconds, his eyes darting between yours as he passively consumed.

The story had to begin with the truth that covens did not turn on each other. In technicality it was not that it had turned on itself -- just all against the self-declared leader who held all of you in a vice-like grip. You refused to even give him his name in your memory, yet another way to kill him back in a way that truly mattered. 

His inclinations of you showing abilities upon your turning were unfortunately well-guessed. You cursed your sire for the rest of your days for his early but ultimately rare stroke of clairvoyance. With time you would learn that he was no stranger to fear as a weapon either. 

Aro pushed forward, unreadably neutral. The memory of the first time you ever used your abilities somersaulted through your consciousness. You had gone well beyond the bounds of the perimeter that had been set for you by your captor. It was direct disobedience to your sire’s orders and the vampire passing through never saw it coming. The spooking they had done you was a complete accident. Their intentions to take the human body you were feeding on, however, were undeniably loaded with malice.

You had only intended to shoot them a glare but something about the tense moment, about them approaching you with a hand reaching out to what was in yours… that’s what started it. You heard it first, an impossibly low thunder like something far beneath the earth pushing its way up; they heard it too. Your crouch was something feral when you did it and the nightmares that crashed into that poor vampire tumbled into your mind too. To that though you were a spectator, privy to the innermost workings of what horrified that particular individual.

Tense shoulders, a talon-like grip taking control of your hands, a furrowed brow. Your eyes snapped shut; while the nightmares were never your personal bane they hardly offered any comfort. You saw it all. It would be the first of many in the coming eternity. 

Their shrinking hands slashing and clawing through phantom blood, unable to cup it, unable to consume any of it in a vicious bout of craving. Frantically pressing themselves into the ground as the endless blood on the ground began draining into the soil. They were withering by the second. It didn’t matter to the vampire that it was utterly ridiculous.

The vampire before you, the real version, collapsed to the ground; you heard it, like a snare cutting through reverberating bass. You didn’t open your eyes until their breath came out in pants, as if they were suffocating on too much air. And it stopped. Just like that. An end to the focus ending their nightmare. 

Aro cocked his head, continuing to read you. In hindsight, you wished you had cut and run right then. You would have had a head start. Your sire wouldn’t have caught you in the few moments he had made the mistake of leaving you alone. From that moment on, he forced you to be at his side. You remembered the berating you had gotten for your disobedience that followed after his wide-eyed realization that you could do what you had done to the weeping vampire.

With that, you became the prize of the coven; it was your abilities that afforded your sire his longevity. He made you play with his food sometimes; asking what you saw as you screwed your eyes shut. You told yourself it was from the effort. In truth it was not any harder than flicking down a wooden block had been in your mortal youth. 

No, you strained with the wretched knowledge that the only thing you really had a knack for was holding out a mirror. The beastly things you saw -- what frightened the most deplorable of individuals. It was sick; in every horrid vision you churned out, you saw the inner workings of the mind, of the filthy things that these monsters had done in their conscious lives. The worst thing about your abilities was that the most frequent nightmare you bore witness to was them getting what they had deserved. Revenge. Balance. Order. Justice.

It was true. Yours and Aro’s gifts weren’t really that different. You saw a lot, possibly too much of whoever had the poor luck of encountering your proficiencies.

And, oh, how your sire had loved your gift. It was precious, he said. You recalled a time he had even called it artistry. It was after you used it, after you saw the depravity of human and vampire kind that he cradled your head between his heavy hands. You learned to savor the moments where he wasn’t throwing them around. And during those times when you deeply pleased him by what you were able to do, you saw him bloat with the intoxication of power. It would be many years until you really used your gift but it took little guesswork to know then what he feared: the loss of control -- the loss of you. Motivated by pride he kept turning others, stopping at the fifth of your covenmates when he realized that he had really only lucked out on his first try -- also, you.

That was when you had been initially approached. Your sire had never once received so much as a greeting from the Volturi; he never let you forget how bitter it made him. Unfortunately, his hold on you also included passing down his opinion. By the time the Volturi got to you, you had been spoiled against them. Only time would truly tell whether you would be forgiven for it.

At this moment, though his red eyes were set on you, Aro wasn’t really looking though -- not the present-you anyways. It was subtle, the way his brows and lips fluttered up and down as if fighting his own desire to respond. His expression sobered briefly.

You had spent centuries with the man, your sire… he was brutal. Even you were not immune to his rage. Each of your covenmates were strong in their own rights but none of you were singularly stronger than him. The Volturi’s arrival and immediate departure was one of the worst days of your life. You remembered holding one of your sisters, the sixth, the youngest, after it all. She begged you to stay and endure with her. And for two hundred years the two of you, all of you kept that promise to each other.

It had been one too many cruel moments when the dam broke. It was the moment that all of you realized that while you were too individually weak, he couldn’t handle all of you. You did the honors of the inaugural blow -- undoing him with nightmares of his own demise as it came to fruition. It was the only time in all of your years of using your abilities that you hadn’t clenched your eyes shut and shrunk away. No, that time… that time you had leaned forward, eyes unblinking as you watched him writhe in fear before what was left of him was instead writhing in pain. It was easy, like dropping a heavy bucket with little care of what happened to its contents. 

As Aro dug, it was only then that you realized you smiled when you’d done it. It was funny, you supposed, that your sire’s worst fear had come to pass right as it transpired just moments before in his mind. The six of you, your five covenmates and yourself, tore him to shreds. No blood that you had tasted or would ever taste compared to the delicious freedom of his eternal rest. He died, truly died, afraid. He deserved worse.

It was short-lived though. After centuries of subjugation, the sudden freedom was a blessing and a curse and not a single one of you could really agree on what to do except to leave. It was devastating in the same way you would see the final struggle of a living thing fighting off its final moments before succumbing; they were certainly in a better place. Two of them went on their own. The other three traveled together elsewhere. At the end of it you found yourself alone and not wanting to be weak again a day in your life.

While the rebellion had been justified, it was an overthrow of power, something especially dangerous in the halls of Volterra and you had been the ring leader. After all, you were the only one in the group with a talent.

Aro rose to his feet, gently tugging you up with him. “Now that does complicate the narrative, doesn’t it…”

Your eyes flickered to Caius who was in turn staring him down. “Oh, come off it, Aro. You are not honestly considering letting her in.” He stalked up to where the two of you were standing. You looked up at both of the men, still a step below. “The Volturi do not give second chances!”

“If I may, I am not asking for a second chance.” Bold… This was bold of you… “I am petitioning for membership on the grounds that it was offered once before. Your opinions of me have not changed since the initial offer.”

“Yes, they have.” Caius spat.

“Mine haven’t,” Aro confirmed. “Although I wouldn’t be so sure that is a good thing.”

Bright red eyes bore down as you finally pulled your hand from his grasp. His fingertips brushed along your knuckles before his hands lowered in kind. Him looking through your mind just moments prior felt less invasive. You directed your attention instead to the less intense of the two.

“We should have killed you the second you walked in here.”

Very well. “If it is an apology you want I will give it.” Your eyes were locked on Caius, pure impudence meeting unbridled sadism. You knew it drove him crazy.

“Foolish girl-!”

“I am sorry!” You snapped at him. The words came out more like ‘shut up.’ They were just as effective though. Caius stood silent although the sneer was still on his face. Of course that would do it for him. You knew it. It was disgusting. Oh, how he loved seeing people grovel. The hate in that man’s heart…

You suddenly remembered yourself. Aro had seen that -- your distaste for Caius, your willingness to do anything to be a member of the Volturi, your deep regret that your sire had influenced you to be so brash. That was one of the worst things your sire ever did: convincing you that his opinions were yours.

“I will repeat to you what I said to you earlier. Forgive me for the insolence of my early days. It was unwise of me to have behaved in such a way… and-” You were practically choking on your apology, uselessly panting with the effort. Admittance that you were wrong had a bad mouthfeel, especially after decades being forced to do it. “-and I was wrong about all of it. Consider me corrected.”

If Caius had been biting back any of his cruel amusement before, he certainly wasn’t hiding it now. Marcus was now standing closer having meandered nearer during the course of the apology. And Aro… Aro had the most curious of soft smiles on his face. 

You were beginning to think you had made some kind of mistake coming here. You had laid almost all your cards bare. You had shown them you were desperate which was far worse than just being desperate. This was something you were going to have to amend for a good while if they accepted you. That you begged to be let in.

“I am satisfied,” Caius remarked, eyes settling on Aro. They were standing over you, all three of them. 

Some days ago you had come across a rat moments before it was devoured by three street dogs in an alleyway on your journey to Volterra. It must have looked like something like this to that rather unfortunate vermin, you thought to yourself.

Your head dropped in complete and utter humility, eyes only on the marble underfoot. Even the pristine stone was too good for you… You had been at the mercy of the three men before you since you set foot in this dreadful place. It was only at that premature moment you still had an ounce of pride in your body. It was far gone now.

“Marcus?”

“I am satisfied.”

“As am I.” Cold smooth fingers tucked under your chin. Aro’s. You must have looked something pitiful. “And this-” Aro tutted at you, lifting your face up. “-we will work on this.”

The gesture might have been kind, intimate even, if it was anyone but Aro. You didn’t really trust him as far as you could throw him but you knew enough in having seen his nightmares many years ago that he would not tolerate an ounce of self-deprecation in a vampire beyond paying their due respects to the Volturi, to him. He had seen quite enough from you. That much was true.

“Yes… sir?” You tested the title. You weren’t quite sure what to refer to him as.

Aro’s face took on something of a delighted expression. “Look at you using your manners. See, Caius; she learns.” The blonde vampire rolled his eyes. “I do appreciate it but ‘Aro’ will do just fine.”

Ah. Well, that was embarrassing. You nodded affirmatively. Marcus’ eyes flicked from Aro to you and back before he returned to his seat. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jane smile something wicked.

“We shall get you new attire, especially now that you will be joining the guard after some fine-tuning, but there’s no sense in putting you in anything of the sort since we’re coming up on-” The side doors swung open and Heidi led in a group of tourists who were guffawing at the ceiling. Aro’s hands flew up like a child prince being brought an expensive present. In a sense, it was -- “-dinnertime!”

Oh, so this was how they fed. Aro steered you to the side and behind him with a hand clamped around your upper arm. Heidi sidled up to you.

“Welcome to the Volturi.”

“How did you know?”

“You are still in one piece.” Fair. 

Aro leaned over to you. “Now, next time you will join your compatriots along the wall but tonight we will make an exception -- something of a welcome gift…” He extended his arm to the group of mortals before you who were clicking pictures of the room. Like fish in a bucket… or however the expression went.

You raised a brow at him. 

“You first, my dear.”

A vampire along the wall by the name of Felix bobbed on his feet, antsy. You smiled and launched off the platform for the human before you. The both of you rolled together as you slammed him into the ground. Only his limbs flailed clumsily. Yours had been a vision of centuries of practice. A trained killer.

You bared your teeth. He screamed. Humans… 

Wandering aimlessly about the grounds, such expansive ones at that and with such independence, was novel to you. You weren’t entirely sure what to do with yourself; it was beautiful. Just months ago you had been sequestered to your corner of the world, never to go beyond a painfully small perimeter. And now here you were… surrounded by the most powerful of your kind. Nearly unrestricted access to the grounds. New clothes. Fresh blood, not whatever your sire didn’t finish. Eyes never black with hunger. The respect you got as a tentative member of the Volturi guard. It was new.

And the Italian air. Sure, you didn’t really need to breathe at all. There wasn’t a function to smelling it. But the air… The breeze in Volterra was something fresh, warm, earthy, sweet, like blood. It was even more perfumy at night.

Something about the years of being on edge, even as an immortal, still ran through your veins, through the very way you functioned. Even in your most relaxed moments, you could recognize when you were being followed. And someone was following you.

You stopped in your tracks, only peering over your shoulder.

A fraction of you thought to yourself -- how odd… Aro should’ve been better at this. Then you realized two things. The first was that if Aro was truly aiming for discretion in whatever he was about to do, there was no reason for it to be him here and now. The second was that it was also entirely possible that Aro simply didn’t care that you knew he was there… or, in fact, did want you to know. Your curiosity was a helpless one; you must’ve looked like a cat.

“I was wondering when you were going to catch on.”

Only the trees in the garden obscured him from you, not the darkness. “How did I do?”

Silence as he rounded the corner. Black suit. Red eyes. Dark hair slicked back. You let him approach until he was a pace away, slowly continuing. “Ten seconds before you caught me… there are a good many vampires who would have gone much longer if noticing me at all.”

“Will you subtract a moment or two since I contemplated not acknowledging you?”

“Hearsay.”

“Only if you have the ability to corroborate and don’t.” You held your hand out to the side toward him, stopping in your tracks. 

Aro only looked at it from the side of his eye, not even stopping. He did grace you with a smile though. “I should like to keep my victory unnegotiated.”

Ah, yes… the cat walking next to whatever you could call it that killed it. You closed the distance with a few long strides, now playing catch up with him. “You were loud.”

“I was not aiming for stealth.” If Aro was trying to humble you, it was working.

“And what was your target then?”

Silence again. It was comfortable. In time you came upon your favorite spot in the gardens — the point at which you could overlook the better portion of the town. It was beautiful -- quiet and empty for the most part at this time of night but the evidence of mortality there, living and dying… well, you still found it charming. 

“Would now be the appropriate time to thank you?”

“For heaven's what?”

“For…” You finally looked at him beside you. He wasn’t looking at you; perhaps he was gazing beyond this little enclave in Tuscany. “For your hospitality.”

“Hospitality is for guests.”

“I was a guest for a small while.”

“You were more of a defendant.”

“Well, then, I thank you for your arbitration.”

“My ‘arbitration’?”

“Yes.”

Aro exhaled for the show of it. “Do stop your simpering and get on with what you mean.” 

You were speechless.

“I didn’t say ‘shut up,’ did I?”

You blinked at him. “I suppose… I am grateful to be somewhere nicer.”

“I can hardly be thanked for your decision to come here.” He still refused to regard you. You imagined it was a rare thing for Aro to resist such expressions of the kind. He was a proud man after all. You looked back out at Volterra.

Aro finally turned his eyes to you. It was a withering look. Now that you obliged. “I saw quite a bit in that mind of yours. It is such a shame that you were thoroughly convinced of such horrible things.”

You were confused. “The only thing that I was convinced of was inferiority.”

“Like I said,” he snipped. “Horrible things.”

“Now how is that horrible,” you inquired. Surely this did not bother him personally. Aro did not strike you as the type. “I do you no injury in my lack of pride.”

“And you think it is good for the Volturi’s reputation, for the guard’s reputation to have but one who thinks themselves lesser than even humans?” Aro seemed to shudder at the ‘h word.’

Oh. There it was. He was right. Your head lowered.

He tilted your chin up for the second time. It wasn’t as gentle. This time it was a scolding. Aro was not pleased. He released it looking back onto the town. “And you must stop that. It’s unbecoming.”

It was lost on you how to respond. “Sorry.”

“Already forgiven, my dear.”

“I guess… I just want to thank you for taking a chance.”

Aro scoffed and looked at you fully. He wasn’t a tall man; his height was hardly what made him intimidating. What made him intimidating was the stature with which he carried himself, the raw power, the hunger, the intelligence. A man like him hadn’t gotten to where he was without some impressive cunning. 

“I might find low esteem from my subordinates satisfactory on the usual occasion. I will not mince my words -- on you it is a most distasteful thing. I will forgive its ugliness for its reaffirmation but only for a time.”

If there was any functional air in your lungs, it would’ve been snatched from you. His words were not harshly spoken nor were they loudly boomed at you. Instead they broke skin like something sharp to vulnerable flesh. Aro took an imposing step forward. You took one back but it wasn’t enough. Your neck was craned up at him despite every inner instinct to shrink away; you wouldn’t dare disobey him again. You weren’t sure he would be as kind.

“There is nothing so abhorrent as one of our kind — our superior, beautiful kind — acting in the embarrassing way you continue to. If I was capable of emptying my stomach at the thought, I would.” Aro plucked something minute off your shoulder before rolling it between his long fingers and discarding it to the wind. “And as far as taking a chance is concerned, I- The Volturi- do not ‘take chances.’ Make no mistake, there is no calculated risk with you being here.”

“I-”

“If that is an apology or another meaningless expression of gratitude poised on your tongue, I would advise that you hold it there.”

You could only gape up at him. He was leaning over you still, very close.

“You will show the full extent of your gifts tomorrow. I want you officially in the guard as soon as possible.” And with that, Aro was gone, stalking away into the gardens.

With about 12 hours to ruminate on Aro’s words to you, you had decided that he had a flair for melodrama. You also decided definitively that you would never let him know such a thing unless he pried the information from you, which he was indeed capable of. This… what you were being made to do before the Volturi… You would not define it with such levity. When Aro had said that you were to display the full extent of your gifts, he had meant it. 

It wasn’t certain whether it was you or the man writhing on the ground that was the subject of the gripping fear that your nightmares brought, what with your upper body being curled in on itself the way it was. Your fingers were curled at the ends of your locked arms with effort. The unfortunate human’s whimpers rattled along the domed ceiling, merely an accessory to the deep hum in your ears. 

There was an exaggerated yawn from behind you — showy for a vampire — Jane’s. And a voice cut through the whole of it, halting your powers immediately. “No, no. That won’t do at all.”

Because you had already been shrinking away at the time of the interruption you needed only to open your eyes. The body thudded to the floor. Relief. It wouldn’t last. Aro was shaking his head as he leaned against his throne.

“You, my dear-” he pushed off his spot and stopped just behind you “-are holding back.”

The man, as far as you could tell, was only deeply phobic of spiders. It was how you had done it the dozens of times you’d done it before. Except for…

Out of the corner of your eye, Caius held a finger to his temple, rolling his eyes. Asshole… Aro’s voice pulled you back. “Try again.”

You clenched your eyes shut, your chest coiling up in kind. The man began wheezing almost instantaneously, the only sound in the room.

“No.” Aro cut in once again and you dropped focus. You turned to face him, your muscles loosening in the way that only annoyance could make them. His red eyes glimmered back at you. “That is not what I meant. Again.”

You huffed. You’ve done it once before, his face seemed to say. Who were you kidding… that was exactly what his sharp features said. When you had channeled that much power, you had been in an entirely different state of mind. That had been the raw rage you had buckled behind survival. All you had done was suddenly unleash it. You weren’t certain that you still had it in you. “Aro. I can’t-”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Nonsense. His hand straightened to a point — the human, once more. 

You faced more of your body, still tense, eyes clamping shut. Your arms locked to your sides and you willed the fear forward before you tensed — thunder in your ears. Your muscles reacted in pure instinct, the man weeping in perfect time. Despite the overwhelming physical sensation of pushing the abstract forward, you could feel Aro behind you. It was stronger this time.

Oh, the man wasn’t just afraid of spiders.

Between the spiders, flickering amidst the impossible number of angular legs and blinking sets of eyes, the insects that dribbled into every corner of his vision, there was something else. A girl with one dark eye and a knife. She was young.

You jolted backward, knocking briefly against Aro. If he minded he didn’t indicate any such sentiment. Your lip curled into a sneer. The human… he was pleading with a higher power that was certainly not listening if it was there at all. Pathetic.

When your eyelids closed this time they didn’t tighten. It was a flutter. And this time when your muscles tensed, you trembled. Where there was air between the clawed fingers at your side, you imagined the man’s fleshy neck. This… this was righteous. The girl began closing in, spiders skittering out of her path.

Aro’s voice brushed your ear. “May I?” You nodded your head, although you weren’t certain as to what exactly you were agreeing to. Aro would not harm you; you were sure of it.

It felt like a baptism. In a way it was. Feather light, Aro’s fingers ghosted first at the base of your neck, gently pulling the muscles out to your shoulders. In the touch you were acutely aware that it wasn’t intimacy that Aro was after; he was honing you. Your nightmares were only encouraged.

Aro’s hands smoothed over your shoulders with a quiet mastery -- tender in the way a sculptor guided pliable clay between their fingers as it spun at their behest. The harshness was gone with but a swipe. 

The man bellowed. He sounded now more of a screeching animal than man. The girl picked up her pace, almost a jog. The knife winked at him.

It turned into a full grasp as Aro traveled down your biceps, tugging the astriction out. He chased the natural form of the muscle down your elbows into the joint of your wrist. The rigidity in your fingers released at the pressure he placed there -- conjoined in poise.

You pushed a stronger assault of terror forward to meet the man. Long gone were the spiders. There was a small part of you that recognized that he wished for the insects instead of the young girl with a bruise ready to bury the knife in his chest, his stomach, anywhere the business end would find purchase. She was standing over him.

He screamed. Yes, ‘scream’ was the right word for it…

You spectated his nightmare; the girl with the dark eye had already started plunging her blade into him. Again. Again. Again. Again.

Aro’s hands shed themselves from your arms but only for a moment. Your chin bloomed with the familiar feeling of his fingers, turning it and angling it upright. Proud as it was meant to be.

He whispered again. “Look.” It was a gruesome sight. 

The possibility that the man had begun gouging out his own eyes the moment Aro had begun amending your posture was a good one. If that was the case he had indeed made decent progress. The man was on his knees and his left eye hung from its socket like a generous helping of hot cheese, swinging. You almost wanted to applaud the man’s zeal. Only a desperate rodent would have done what he had. His grubby fingers pushed into his own skull again, getting around the other eye, bemoaning his self-inflicted plight. He seemed to be chewing the air. There was viscera on the marble -- not the first time it had been so defiled and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Still, you didn’t relent; you had never extended your power this far. God, why hadn’t you done it before… Sure, you- no, he had taken his eyes but somehow it wasn’t enough. The young girl brandishing the blood-soaked knife was still angry. This was justice. And he hadn’t yet paid in full.

He howled, writhing.

Marcus approached at the very edge of your vision. “Aro… is this-?” 

He was halted by an upheld hand, the other slowly falling from your chin. Aro watched you as you watched the man, watched his nightmares.

“We needn’t toy any longer.”

The thunder in your ears rumbled to silence. “This is toying? If you saw what I saw, you’d know…”

Marcus seemed taken aback. You weren’t sure if it was because of how true your words were or how right they sounded coming from your mouth.

You drifted back to the man. “He deserves it.” Your voice came out no louder than a whisper.

“It’s alright, Marcus. We asked for an assessment-” The ensuing squelch and sudden cry indicated the man had found success on his second endeavor. “-and we have indeed received one.”

You found Aro’s eyes with yours.

There was something of an assuaged smile -- his bright teeth wolfish. The feeling of your cheeks pulled up was the only sign to yourself that you had been smiling. You took the moment to look about the room. Caius was staring at the man on the floor, mouth slightly ajar.

“Well?”

He turned his head first then his eyes. A grin.

You beheld the grotesque body with a sneer. He hadn’t even had the decency to look artful as he went -- his body held upright by the leverage of his spine against his heels. Pathetic. The way he dug at his own face like that… like you were some tumor, something he could just rip out of himself if he tried hard enough and be done with. He died as stupid as he looked. Your chest flared at the offense.

Aro was still standing near you. “Par excellence.”

You digested his words. You understood now. This was what he had known you were capable of. In just moments, Aro had cured you of your affliction, the debilitation of timidity. You matched his smile.

“Would now be the appropriate time to thank you?”

It was met with a giddy laugh. Aro clapped his hands together, utterly delighted at your words, your smile. He gulped it down and stepped backward offering you an expressive bow complete with arms outstretched. “No ‘thanks’ necessary. You… you are a credit to our kind.”

You bobbed your head in courteous reply to his own bow, unable to hide your giggle.

“You were never anything but.”

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

Part One

Hey Cap!!

I hope your doing well <3

Sorry this took so long! Due to how long PN is there’s a chance I won’t go as in depth with each chapter as usual, there is, however, every chance I’ll ignore that and go crazy. We shall see what happens! (spoiler, i ignored it0

Chapters covered: Origins (1), and Origins (2)

Questions are numbered and in bold. 

Onto the insanity! 

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It’s always very nostalgic to go back to the start :3 

You’ve obviously improved leaps and bounds in writing so it is in a noticeably different style at the start but it’s still fantastic. 

The first line just highlights that this won’t be the usual story falling into tropes and using cliches as a crutch for everything. I think it’s fantastic. I’m not sure whether it was intentional, but the fact that it focuses on the mundane and says “But this wasn’t the story she’d chosen to be in. This was simply one she was a part of.” is just- perfect. 

For Juleka and the story you tell as a whole. Like, yes, the superhero and magical aspect is essential for the framework of the story, but unlike usual it is not glorified or the most important thing to Juleka. 

Idk man I just love it :)) Especially because Juleka already sidelines herself in her own story. I love the way that she isn’t aware that she is the main character in like her own life? She idolises ladybug and believes she blends into the background and just- she doesn’t believe she is a focal point for anyone. Until she gets to be Panthera of course. 

Don’t worry, I’ll go into her relationship with her own identity, i just think I should move onto actually commenting on the current story rather than rambling on :3

I do like how Luka and Anarka are mentioned immediately, it excellently shows how she lives and who’s important to her in a natural way. 

I think the only other long haul fic I’ve read (not written by you, Cap) which focussed on Juleka was Powers of Invisibility by yestomiraculous, and as much as I adore it even that sometimes felt like it was more a vehicle to talk about other characters? 

Question 1: I’ve kinda just assumed you’ve read Powers of Invisibility, but I’m curious if you actually have? The way you write Juleka is very fun, but I’m curious if you have any fics you’ve pulled inspiration from for that too )

Whether it was a symptom of Juleka at heart being someone who observes rather than interjects or because that was the intention I don’t know. What I’m getting at is that I think you balance Juleka’s character really bloody well in this. Yes, she constantly feels invisible and is critical of herself and is observant, but she also has her own stuff going on? 

Whenever it does feel like Juleka is just floating, observing other people feels very intentional, like in princess prom when she just watches Adam dance with Rose. Sorry I will go on a lot of tangents in this i have so many thoughts on Panthera, ranging from the intricacies to the plot at large. 

Oh I love that we see Marinette and Fu nearly getting run over from Juleka’s perspective, the way that her guilt about freezing up and not helping pushes her later? Amazing. Plus, how much her internal monologue over analyses things and assumes the worst is so much fun. 

AAAA YOU BASTARD. Sorry, what I meant to say was; Of course you managed to have Juleka put Marinette on a pedestal in the first chapter. “Juleka could only see Marinette as incredible brave, a hero.” toxic yuri ladynoire is one of my favourite things about this fic, but I never realised you’d established it right at the start!! 

Of course she immediately turned to criticising herself Juleka girly please. There is this thing called the bystander effect I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of it-

The way that she has unrealistic expectations of perfection for herself while simultaneously believing she is not worthy of so much… we love a contradictory character. 

Fits for a cat tbh, they’re contrarian. Everyone (minus Adama (and Roger) think Juleka is like so nice and lovely and yet-

I need to stop going on a rant or i’ll never finish this. 

Help not the way Juleka was all doom and gloom but as soon as she spoke to Rose she was like “oh hey maybe today won’t suck” 

Love the little POV change to briefly show why Adrien doesn’t choose to help Fu, I’ve always liked that. Even though it’s simple it’s better than leaving us to wonder what changed. 

Adore that the main thing she mentions about Adrien is a) he’s shorter than expected, and b) she admires him because she also wants to be a model. 

Not the way you contrasted Adrien and Juleka here, Adrien quickly forgot about Fu being collapsed on the pavement but Juleka is being consumed by it. 

Tidbit of Chloe being a better person in this story, I do like that Juleka acknowledges what she’s seeing (Chloe being nervously protective of Adrien) and then dismisses it to fit the narrative of what she knows.

Here he is! Stoneheart! I do like how Juleka obviously does think it’s a little bit cool but is also in a right panic about everyone being safe. 

Question 2: Does Luka go to school? Like. i don’t think he does in the show it’s a bit unclear, it doesn’t matter anyway. I'm curious about what his deal is in Panthera.

Yippee!! Juleka saves Fu!! And will becoming irrevocably traumatised due to this!!

Question 3: If this isn’t too spoilery, what is Fu’s method for choosing miraculous holders? Is it literally just playing the good samaritan story from the bible or is there more behind the scenes for who he targets? (and why is it always a teenager??) 

I can’t tell if Fu actually didn’t notice Juleka not helping before or if he just says that to make her feel better. However, Juleka apologising to a stranger because she feels it’s morally wrong not to even though she struggled to speak to a long time classmate? Love it. 

I LOVE ANARKA MY SILLY. I READ OUT HER LINES ALOUD YIPPEE

Question 4: Do you remember why you chose to give Anarka a scottish accent? If so, what where your reasons and was it this was from the start?

First; cute that Juleka and Rose texted to check on each other (and that she’s Rose <3 in her contacts), second; Rose you neek why are you stuttering over text. I can’t remember if we ever get shown what Rose has Juleka as in her contacts but i’m sure it’s something sickeningly sweet. 

Juleka would chicken out about sending a heart. Tbh i find that so funny cause I do the same thing about crushes but to my friends I send <3 and call them silly names all the time it’s prolly more noticeable not to lmao

Plagg!! Stinky cheese cat!! He’s such a good character in this fr, he’s a good balance of a menace while also acting as a wonderful friend, confidant, and guiding figure for Juleka

Plagg is so overwhelming for realsies, you can’t just drop that you had blackbeard as a pirate. He’s such an interesting person in history but now all I can imagine is a pirate hat with cat ears while his suit makes it look like his beards on fire. Kinda want to see that design now… that’d go hard. 

Tbh if i was told by some alien looking cat that i was about to be a superhero i’d freak out too, there are so many unknown variables fr

THIS IS SO MUCH PRESSURE TO PUT ON A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL. WHY AREN’T ADULTS DOING THIS. 

Juleka and her saviours complex are great and all but the poor thing doesn’t need all that. 

The fact that she continues just to everyone and her brother but not because she wants this… i do love that that’s a consistent thing for her characterisation you usually see the hero character wanting to do it for them instead of solely focussing on the safety of others? Idk i’m explaining this badly but I like her motivations fr

I’ll forever be mad about the unbalanced abilities in miraculous, i’m so glad you gave the black cat another ability to at least match the amount given to the ladybug but it’s just such a frustrating part of the show. 

WHOOO FIRST APPEARANCE OF PANTHERA

The masking and inferiority complex towards herself go crazy fr. Ah, ye old Panthera design I thank it for its service of inspiring this whole fic but I will always love your new designs for any and all miraculous heroes Cap they go so hard. 

No way she calls Ladybug familiar- 

Question 5: How does the glamour situation work over in PN? Like, we see Juleka break through it to figure out Marinette, but we are also currently watching her fight with it about knowing who Rena Rouge is. If it’s not in spoiler territory I’d love to know some of the inner workings :3 

Love how self conscious Marinette is at first and how Juleka is the one directing the conversation (and the way she is freaking out about doing it she’s so real). The dichotomy of how they both see each other as the collected trustworthy superhero while never mentioning it goes crazy. 

I believe you write from Marinette’s POv a couple times but i’m not sure, the fact that she sees Panthera as the put together one goes crazy 

The way that Juleka calls Ladybug partner throughout the story… it’s perfect i love it. And that Marinette calls her kitty, oh oh!! New question. 

Question 6: Ladynoire obviously does not happen in this, but both in universe it has been hinted at (the date and Marinette saying “we just speedran dating” that line lives in my head rent free) and in asks you’ve said the story could have gone that way. What I’m getting at is; did Marinette ever have a crush on Panthera (knowingly or not) and would you be willing to briefly get into that here? 

I will always go crazy over Juleka being the bouncy enthusiastic one when transformed, you’ve said it was originally a joke and then you realised how sad it could get and I’m SO glad you went the sad route. Lighthearted ladynoire vibes in the season one rewrite will always be so cute to read back though

The way Juleka keeps freaking out internally over athletic feats is so good, i love this aspect we get in writing which you can’t really get in tv shows without a super imposed internal monologue which feels unnatural most of the time.

RAAA THE WAY YOU EMPHASISE THAT BOTH SUPERHEROS ARE ESSENTIAL IN THE FIRST FIGHT IS SO GOOD

Juleka freaking out about hissing and being smarmy and all that is so much fun to read. 

Juleka saying “We’re fucked” after seeing the scuba suit is iconic. She has literally zero faith at the start-

No!!! I get so sad when Juleka spirals while Ladybug is getting questioned by Alya about everything. So glad you made her also ask Juleka questions fr.

YOO?? I was going to bring up how she hadn’t referred to herself as Panthera once during this but she did at the end there after she had been validated by an outside source (alya being curious). Obviously she refers to Panthera as a separate entity even in her head later on, which makes me crazy but we’ll get there when we get there but I’ll totally pay attention to whether she’s calling herself Juleka or Panthera and in what situation she’s doing that in. 

It’s a small detail but i’ve found those fun to play around with in writing. 

HEY HANG ON HEYHEYEHYE

NO YOU DIDN’T OMG

Ok so i never registered that you wrote “This wasn’t just superheroes and villains. This was more, she could feel it. She could only ask. What’s going on…” and like?? This is such a huge thing Juleka focusses on in this? 

Like how she takes their work seriously in a different way to Marinette because she sees it as a genuine threat both during the akuma and out of it because of how emotions are targeted and how she resorts to simple violence whereas Marinette will use a complex plan. This is like tangentially related to how Marinette has her black and white thinking vibes (superheros and villains) while Juleka just sees people, people in different situations and how that changes her perception of their actions and-

Sorry i’m not sure if all this makes sense i just kinda went crazy. 

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Second chapter!!

I do enjoy how Juleka almost told Ladybug to use the cure but social anxiety-d her way out of it. Hammering home her regret by giving Luka a hidden sprained leg is devious. I like him in this btw he’s just a silly guy who is essential to Juleka’s mental health and has his own stuff going on :3

Plagg not getting much Camembert in this is so tragic for him, the fact that he accepts string cheese from Juleka anyway just proves he’s a softie fr

I do love how we just get told in show that the Couffaines live on a boat and that Anarka acts like a pirate and we just. Get no further explanation. I like to think it’s something about dodging taxes

Plagg encouraging Juleka to be a model just so she can fund his fondness for Camembert- 

For some reason it’s that which made me think about how insane it would be for Juleka to balance a job on top of all this. Plus I feel like she’d totally end up with a Model Juleka mask too furthering her identity crisis stuff

I like how you had someone mention a family member being hospitalised by Stoneheart, sometimes it feels like the impact of being the first Akuma (and the only one which wasn’t cured) isn’t given enough attention. 

The fact that Ivan went to school the day after is insane fr but it needs to happen for the plot. 

People gotta be proper scared of him cause as far as they’re aware he is the villain.

Hey I’ve just realised that Juleka starts her whole “understanding the motivation for an Akuma can be the key to helping the person” thing right here when she goes up to talk to Ivan, that’s awesome I never made that connection before

Alya explaining that she just couldn’t think of a blog name including both of the heroes is a good detail, I know it was just a symptom of Ladybug being the protagonist in MLB but it was still a bit weird it was just called the ladyblog

I like that Chloe has a reason why she’s being a bitch; Stoneheart broke Roger’s arm so she’s getting back at him for that. Well, it doesn’t excuse how she approached it but a reason is better than an unprompted attack

Annnnd Panthera’s back woop!!

Hmm, you wrote “Juleka’s ears perked up as she heard Chloe’s shrill voice scream.” and it got me wondering;

Question 7: Do the miraculous give other abilities other than elevated strength, endurance, reflexes, and magical stuff? Like can Juleka hear stuff better when transformed? Or another example would be having better night vision? If so would these side effects continue into her untransformed self? As I know you’ve said her ‘claws’ and ‘slitted eyes’ and all that described when not transformed is actually just her being an unreliable narrator but side effects are always cool :3

Tbh the fact that an Akuma just multiplies when it’s not purified is insane like why the fuck does it do that? This isn’t an actual question, but it’s so crazy to me that if they missed literally any other Akuma they could’ve had like three million Dark Cupid’s running amuck.

Roger sucks man, why did he want to shoot at the Akuma holding a civilian??

Juleka not even registering how right after she’d ‘realised’ that she wasn’t cut out for hero work she reassured Ladybug for feeling the exact same way is so her. Like girl why are you allowed to have self doubt but no one else is??

Panthera’s speech about how they can do it… amazing moment. I’m sure Marinette was so very straight and normal about it whenever she thinks back to it. 

Ladybug this is a terrible plan. Her plans are always crazy. The fact that they work is even more crazy. I can’t wait to see whatever you replace Reflecta Two with and see Julekas lucky charm leading to incredible violence or a therapy session (there’s no in between) while Marinette just gapes in the background. 

“Another dream would be modeling.. But she could never do that.. If heroism was her path, she wouldn’t regret it.” JULEKA YOU ARE FALLING OFF THE EIFFEL TOWER GET IT TOGETHER 

And. hm. I don’t think Juleka ever regrets heroism but she definitely doesn’t like it much. The whole people being in danger and constantly having to fight and put herself in danger bit I mean, not the saving people bit.

Also i think this is a badass scene even though Juleka is ruminating as she falls from a great height lmao, the imagery of her diving after the Akuma and everything is so wonderful :3

Real of Ivan to question why they know his name. Marinette sucks at pretending she doesn’t know people fr

“I should keep the hair off my face.. Maybe I’ll be less recognizable.” Girl you're not Clark Kent the only reason no one knows is because of the glamour fr. but also. She kinda would be unrecognisable wouldn’t she.

Hang on. 

Question 8: So, before Juleka finds out Ladybug’s identity, it is hinted at that she will through multiple instances of her being “familiar” or knowing something she shouldn’t. Has Rose ever felt the same way about Panthera? As in; “She feels familiar, like I know her…” or is this spoilers? You know I’ll always be rabid for hints at a reveal between them, or anyone outside of Luka and Anarka finding out.

RAHHH JUST AS I SAY THAT JULEKA ASKS IF SHE SHOULD TELL ROSE AT SOME POINT I FORGOR THIS HAPPENED

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Sorry

Oh you’ll tell her when you defeat him will you?? Cap I won’t survive. I’ll simply be deceased. I must see the aftermath of the reveal. So much happened between Rose and Panthera and it reveals a whole side of Juleka she kept secret and-

There is simply too much opportunity to make it upsetting for you to pass up. Not that I think Rose would, idk, cast Juleka aside for her dishonesty or something equally dramatic, but the feelings!! They’ll be so big and she’ll have so many questions!!

Juleka is literally so loyal girl what “I trust ladybug” YOU JUST MET HER!! I love it but also girl! Trust yourself some more! Actually if she did at this point it’d feel out of character (i think her beef with master fu is one of the only examples her trusting her gut) 

Fr i can’t wait for Panthera to not defer to Ladybug or disagree in season 4 i’m actually going to go insane when that happens. In my live reaction to that chapter i’ll literally decompose or something.

I LOVE THE IMAGERY AT THE END. BTW. PUSHING HER HAIR BACK OVER HER EYES BECAUSE THAT’S NOT WHO SHE IS. IT MAKES ME CRAZY. 

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P.S. I’ve been smiling the whole time reading this, just thinking about reading more and getting to my favourite moment’s is making me all giddy, thank you for sharing your stories Cap they’re fantastic and you’re incredible for writing them :3

P.P.S. For some reason this one is about 1.5 times the length of the last one?? idk why, new enemy; consistency.

YAHHH IM SO EXCITED TO GET YOUR REVIEWS OKAY QUESTION TIME

Question 1: Yes I have! There's scenes in Panthera that are like directly inspired by the fic, esp in chapter 1, but I've since edited these scenes to make them less like the scenes from Powers of Invisibility. Its such a good fic, and really got me into Juleka, and I re-read it often to kinda get into her vibe of as a person.

THE TOXIC LADYNOIRE YURI WASNT INTENTIONAL FROM THE START BUT MAN WAS IT ALWAYS DOOMED TO HAPPEN <3 its almost meta

Im glad you enjoyed Adrien! I always wanna make sure he's not forgotten. I want him to still be the guy who could've been Chat Noir yknow!

Question 2: When writing this my idea was that Luka was homeschooled because they couldn't afford sending them both to school, and he rather had Juleka go to school than him. But in one of the episodes it was implied he Did go to school just a different one. So, Im not sure anymore tbh

Question 3: He's running by good samaritan laws and also magical vibes. Sometimes souls are just a bit more attuned to magic. Also he chooses young people because while adults who pick up miraculouses will have an easier time from the start, children can adapt and grow even more powerful over the course of many years. This is morally pretty bad, but he was also chosen as a child so the trauma clouds his views a bit.

Question 4: Her english va speaks with a weird fucked up mix of a scottish and pirate accent in the show and I think theres a scottish flag on the Liberty!

Found it!

Juleka's decision to be a hero being stemmed entirely on the safety of her loved ones was always a key part of her I always found intentional. Despite her lack of self preservation in the thick of things, I imagine she just tries to avoid things from the start? This scene was edited a while back from Luka actually being seen injured by Juleka on tv to something more believable- which is the current version you most likely read.

Question 5: The Ladybug and Cat miraculous are always drawn to each other. I imagine throughout history, they were always forced to be enemies of some kind or as separate as possible due to how powerful this draw was. Juleka's also already very attached to Marinette, so it was a funky mix that kinda pushed that recognition. So while Juleka is close to Alya (somewhat) that's not enough to carry her past through that thick layer of glamour. (Doesn't help that Alya's got the illusion miraculous too!)

Also; I like to imagine that if Luka can magically hear what people's hearts sound like, Juleka has that but for her eyes. It's a, Hear no Evil, See no Evil thing- that I may explore later. Look man, Anarka's ancestors were probably on some shot.

Question 6: It's hard to put it but, it's less of a crush and more... these two are genuinely in love and I'm genuinely writing it that way. They just don't recognize it and it's muddled with a lot of other feelings so it's just never on their mind until it is and it gets very chaotic. Marinette has considered a crush on Panthera but she waves it off as crazy every time I think.

IM SO GLAD YOU READ INTO THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN JULEKA AND MARINETTE. It's so fun.

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Chapter two! Absolutely its about dodging taxes. Fun fact; I've found that camembert is actually not that expensive. But I imagine the kind Plagg likes is.

Question 7: They do! Alya's glamour is stronger than average and she and Juleka have better night vision, a sense of hearing, and smell. Of course there's unreliable narrator stuff, but I do imagine Juleka's nails are much stronger now.

ALSO RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT?? ITS INSANE THAT THAT CAN JUST OCCUR. THE AKUMA MULTIPLICATION THING. THEY NEVER MENTION IT AGAIN ITS DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY.

Also for sure Juleka hates heroism. It's her new curse. But she's got a duty to fulfill with it. She treats it like an unpaid 9-5

Question 8: Absolutely has Rose felt those feelings! It probably fueled her crush on Panthera a lot! But the glamour worked just too perfectly on her, poor thing. Power of love ain't enough.

Im glad you enjoyed re-reading Panthera! It's the hardest thing to do for me lol but the idea that the start can still bring joy to people makes me really happy. Cheers!

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

What is every skeleton's reaction to a strange human making a kidnapping attempt on him?

Undertale Sans - He's in the back of a random guy's car, chilled as hell, and he keeps talking just to annoy his kidnapper. He's not really kidnapped anyway, he could just teleport out of here anytime he wants. He's having fun. He can tell the guy is not really dangerous, so he takes advantage of that to teach them a lesson about kidnapping the wrong people. Eventually, Sans gets bored and simply disappears.

Undertale Papyrus - Well, he's always happy to make new friends but that gun on his head starts to seriously bother him so out of nowhere, he grabs the gun, opens the car window and throws it outside. Now, isn't it better to talk? Go on, he's a very patient skeleton. Tell him why you have so much anger in your heart, he's sure he can help. Undyne is so confused when later that day, a random man runs to her, crying, and begs her to arrest him for kidnapping a monster.

Underswap Sans - He's playing the dumb little hostage until his kidnappers lead him to his base, then he suddenly attacks, knocks them all down in ten seconds, then peacefully unties himself and calls for backup. That's not the first time it has happened, is it?

Underswap Papyrus - The man screams at him to jump in the truck and to knock it off. Except a loud car passed at the same moment and Honey only understood "Knock me off". So, uh, sure, it's a weird demand but who is he to judge. He takes his grocery back and explodes it against his kidnapper's head. Then Honey realizes he might be in trouble now and just teleports out of here.

Underfell Sans - Oh man, not again... It's the third time this month. Red starts to argue with the kidnappers, asking them why they still haven't moved on from trying to hurt his brother when neither of them is threatened by anything. Damn, he even knows one of them has kids. Don't you have better things to do than harass him constantly? It's not his fault you're all losers!

Underfell Papyrus - He can't believe he got kidnapped by a tiny three-year-old child. He was on his way, in a park, when a random child ran to him and dragged him towards the playground and now he's the prisoner of a bunch of children and if he dares to move they all start crying and their parents giving him death stares??? How did that even happen? He's not ok with this! Someone helps him????

Horrortale Sans - Welp. He kinda kidnapped himself actually. He saw a big truck open, and he smelled food, and he was hungry so... Yeah, he climbed in, the doors closed behind him, and now he's driving he has no idea where wondering if he should tell Willow or if Willow will get mad at him lol. At least he has cookies. Hundreds and hundreds of boxes of cookies. It's not that bad.

Horrortale Papyrus - So a grandma in the retirement house he's working in said she would kidnap him to make sure he keeps cooking only for her and he kinda thought it was a joke until she locked the door of her room once he entered and literally swallowed the key in front of his own very eye sockets while wiggling her eyebrows at him. Nobody told him this could happen???? He has no idea what he's even supposed to do now. He's kidnapped he guesses???

Swapfell Sans - He pets another cat on the way home and now Edge's cat, Doomfanger, is really mad he's cheating on her and kinda refuses to let him get out of the house. Nox tries to argue that it's quite hypocritical since she's cheating on Edge with him, but the cat refuses to listen and keeps biting his ankles very aggressively. He's a prisoner of his own house! That's crazy! Nox decides he has enough and bravely comes outside to face the demon, only to have Doomfanger beating him up like never before, and run back home with the tail between the legs to save his life. Nox is not sure how he's going to explain why he couldn't come to the Queen's meeting lol.

Swapfell Papyrus - He got kidnapped by two guys who can't work together. So Rus told one he heard the other said he would keep the money of his ransom for himself and just watched as the two guys argued together, then fought like wild animals. While they're rolling on the floor trying to kill each other, Rus simply gets up and leaves the building lol.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Why do people never learn? Instead of getting kidnapped, Wine kidnapped his kidnapper who is now crying like a baby in his living room and begging him to let him go. Why are you trying to hurt him when you piss your pants at the first contrariety? Are you stupid? Did you even read the mission paper telling how dangerous he is? Wine can't believe it. Kidnappers are so stupid these days. At least Underground they still had some reputation! Pathetic.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - As soon as the man asks him to come, Coffee turns around and runs away screaming at the top of his lungs, chased by his kidnapper lol. He got kidnapped too many times, he knows that being loud helps so he's going to be the loudest. Eventually, people come to his rescue. While they're fighting with his kidnapper, Coffee runs for his life, giving up on all of them to get home. He knows it's bad but man, having to talk to so many people is far worse than being kidnapped and he really doesn't want to do it.

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⧼Random Norse mythology ship head cannons: Thrud x Vali⧽

Ever heard about two bisexuals in love and their story ending in tragedy? Well to put it simply this is what I see when I look at these two babies! 😭 I thought it would be fun writing this series again!!

Feel free to use these for your own ideas, I'm simply making this series to show support to random ships we create, basing things off on what we in sources of finds and yes! I'm gladly feeding into them all. ✨

༻𓊈Head cannons 𓊉༺

How did they met?

Being the children of two gods that were very much good friends at the time. Thrud and Vali were bound to meet at some point and form some sort of relationship with one another. They were also a great match made in Valhalla because they both tended to play roughly, do all sorts of crazy schemes when the adults weren't looking and put themselves in dangerous situations all the time!

Their dynamic!

From a young age, Thrud and Vali were inseparable and spend every day playing together, never becoming bored of one another for a second!

They often got into trouble during their adventures, from raiding the pantry to trying to ride on the back of Thor's goats. There was never any peace!

Thrud and Vali were also naturally inclined towards physical prowess and combat. They spent countless hours sparring, pushing each other to the ground and testing their limits.

It got to the point where they'd sometimes knock out a tooth or two and Thor being the protective father he is, thought Vali was a bad influence on his daughter.

Loki however convinced him more than once that they were just children and that it was totally normal!

Despite their camaraderie, Thrud and Vali were also fierce competitors!

When they weren't comparing which one of their father's were better. They constantly challenged each other, whether in strength, wit, or endurance.

These competitions, though intense, were always underpinned by mutual respect. Each saw the other as their greatest rival and closest ally.

As they entered their tween years, the relationship between Thor and Loki sadly began to sour. This strained the friendship between Thrud and Vali too.

Family loyalty pulled them in different directions, and though they tried to maintain their bond, the increasing tension between their fathers made it difficult.

They saw less of each other, and their once-constant companionship faded into distant memories.

Vali still heard about Thrud and her achievements as a brave and strong Valkyrie, happy she had found the passion she was made for!

But nothing was ever said about Vali or his family other than cruel rumors, which Thrud refused to believe in.

After she was betrothed to Alviss, a dwarf whose wisdom and kindness had won her heart.

And Thor disapproving of the match and tricked Alviss, leading to his death.

Thrud now devastated, her heart shattered by the loss and the betrayal by her own father. In her grief, she found herself isolating from everyone, struggling to cope with the pain.

So when Vali heard of Thrud's loss, he reached out to her despite the estrangement between their families.

Thanks to Sif, who worried about her daughter he was able to offer her a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear.

Slowly, Thrud began to open up to him, finding comfort in their shared history and his sudden support after so long.

Vali's presence became a source of excitement and stability in her life.

They often reminisced about their old adventures and dared each other to create new memories when Thor was outside of Asgard. Healing the wounds of their past estrangement.

Vali's genuine care and understanding helped Thrud begin to move forward from her grief, and she found herself considering the possibility of loving again.

Vali, who had always harbored deep feelings for Thrud, never understanding what it had been until then tentatively suggested that if she ever felt ready, they could explore a relationship beyond friendship.

Thrud, touched by his honesty and patience, agreed and they'd secretly start dating each other.

The young love birds often found themselves sneaking out at night, staying over at Vali's house pretending she was with the other Valkyries and getting back into their old schemes.

But just when things seemed perfect for the young lovers, fate dealt a cruel blow on their relationship and families once more.

Not only had Thor found out about their relationship through words and locked Thrud away in her room as a punishment for the time being.

But Thrud managed to hear from her servants that Vali was about to be transformed into a wolf as part of a punishment meant to punish Loki.

It shattered Thrud's newfound happiness and she was left heartbroken once again at her father's mercy.

Despite her heartbreak, Thrud refused to give in to despair and remembered what Vali had done to lift her spirits.

She decided to pack her things and break out of the comfort of her home, running away during Fimbulvinter.

She was determined to do whatever it took to find Vali and help him, despite the poor guy disappearing after he was driven to madness as a wolf.

Thrud took solace in the memories of their time together and the strength she had gained while being a Valkyrie to keep her going.

Even as a wolf, Vali remained protective of Thrud without her knowledge.

Too afraid to reveal himself in the state he was in, he watched over her from the shadows, his loyalty and love undiminished by his transformation.

Vali always kept Thrud on the run, leaving behind traces that he was there and leading her to shelter and food intentionally whenever he could.

Thrud's favorite pet names for Vali is:

"Ulven mín" (My wolf) "Váli mín djarfi" (Vali my brave/bold) "villdýr" (Wild beast)

Referencing how I saw Vali as a wild child, reflecting on what he would later on be turned into: a wild wolf/beast.

Vali in return, gave Thrud these pet names:

"Fagr mær" (beautiful maiden) "Þrúðbjört" (Bright Thrud) "mín kjæri valkyrja" (my dear valkyrie)

References how I see Thrud's roles throughout the mythology: A beautiful maiden, a bright girl and the best of all one of the Valkyries.

Random trivia on the ship!

Their ship name is Valthrú!

They're bisexuals in love awhh!

They're the definition of so many tropes like: the "childhood friends to lovers" + "Doomed lovers"

Songs that remind me of them!

"Vali singing about how he will remain by Thrud's side as they try to survive Fimbulvinter together. How he is unable to tell her to keep staying strong, to reveal himself and what he has become and heartache of their separation is doing to him."

"Thrud singing about how she lost Vali and that the memories they share are both wonderful and terrible. Because she keeps imagining what he went through. Once she finds him she doesn't want him to explain what he saw, she understands it wasn't his fault."