#that “yes!!” at the end warmed my heart

[harmonysanreads]

Anatomy Of A Hug

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ft. Phainon, Mydei, Anaxa

Heads Up : Soft Yandere themes, Anaxa needs to see a therapist, Written before version 3.1, My Delusions I guess. I merely missed them a lot and decided to write something silly quickly orz.

-; ੈ♡˳ PHAINON

In the simplest terms, Phainon hugs with his everything. He's not shy to initiate skin-contact, will press himself to you accordingly — unless you voice out discomfort. He's diligent in wrapping his arms around your person securely, should you fancy melting in the bliss he offers. Though, his dexterity with hugs was honed through practice. In the beginning, the strength of a seasoned warrior had been more prevalent. A good amount of discussion (read: pleading to breathe) and experimentation snapped him out of the rush of pleasantries and reminded him of how precious a person he was dealing with.

Front hugs, back hugs, side hugs, bear hugs — he's okay with whatever you're comfortable with. His personal preference is going through all kinds of hugs he knows of manually ; first to shield you from all the evil that preys on your vulnerability, then scooping you up from the pull of gravity, a hearty squeeze to assure you of his protection, followed by a thrilling spin that will repel all bad thoughts out of your orbit. Until all the vestiges of weariness and stress have been replaced clean with the smiles he so adores.

Phainon is not one to be satisfied with short exchanges of warmth, the duration of these hugs tend to be quite long — or, as long as he can get away with before he has to commit to a Hero's responsibilities. Just as he initiates hugs with all of his soul, he expects the same when it comes to receiving them. Phainon prefers to be coddled, held with a promise of protection, ironically. Allow him to kneel and bring him close to your heart, weave your fingers through his hair, soothe the tension in his shoulders and he'll abandon the Flame-Chase altogether.

It's impossible to stir him in those moments, unless your safety happened to be at stake. As such, it's best for you to bid farewell to any other plans. Once he has memorized the nature of this exchange well, he goes beyond and utilizes it to deal with other nuisances. You cannot blame him, not when it has been proven that distracting you with a hug deters both the interference and yourself from paying heed to a mere passer-by. Sometimes his hug offers a bit less comfort and appears more as a shackle. Should you think to point this out, bear this in mind — your embrace is the last thread keeping his sanity intact.

-; ੈ♡˳ MYDEI

You must not care for your life at all, or at least, that's the thought Mydei found himself having when he was faced with the gesture. While the Crown Prince was not ignorant of the existence of a hug, he merely never had the opportunity to be properly acquainted with it. Not that it was necessary to know of it either, he can't win battles by hugging his opponents now, can he? As such, his reaction had been quite the spectacle when you initiated it. Begin by asking if he'd like a hug (throw in a ‘my prince’ at the end, sweetly), if his expression doesn't change then that means a ‘yes’, approach him calmly and wrap your arms around him next — be patient, he'll eventually reciprocate, given that you read the cues right.

If Mydei has to express affection, he'll do so in his own ways. It's already enough of an inconvenience that whenever he thinks of you, his head becomes blurred with clouds of emotions he's unable to decipher. That mushy sensation he feels inside whenever you have the audacity to hug him is just unfiltered agony to his mind. The journey to getting him less repulsed to the gesture has to be fueled by patience and understanding. Only when it clicks in his head that the feelings your hugs incite are not so dissimilar from the ones he gets by indulging in a plate of golden honeycakes does he warm up to the gesture.

Even then, Mydei is very particular about his preferences. Wave goodbye to the dream of spooning the prince any time soon, he's made it clear that that privilege is reserved for him alone. He'll always pull your head towards his chest and headlock you in place. If it's not possible to do so while standing, he'll sit down and gather you on his lap even — but he'll never allow his field of vision to be obstructed. Allowing this already renders you both vulnerable to attacks, he'll reason. He needs to remain vigilant, for the sake of your safety ; not that he'll translate the intention word by word.

Despite your efforts, you've discovered that ridding the prince of his stiffness is near-impossible, even if it's in private. His is not a life that's seen much comfort. Pay attention to the minute shifts in his eyes and you'll realize that the actual reason for his stilted posture, is because of the restraint he's exercising in unleashing his strength. It is a valid concern, he won't even need both of his hands to kill you. Death has rejected him countless times but awaits your departure in anticipation, he's merely mindful of its preying gaze.

-; ੈ♡˳ ANAXA

You are one fearless fellow if you initiated a hug with Anaxa, or you simply don't care about the fact that he's renowned as the scholar who most people are happy to avoid. The scholar in question would most likely call you an idiot though, you really need a thorough lesson in deciphering which men you must never approach. Not that he will be giving it, his time and energy are not to be wasted on such trivial concerns. Although he won't deny, with this brazen act, you've proven yourself to be a bit above the notion of ‘trivial’.

You think approaching the scholar is not so different from trying to befriend a cat, failure in the beginning is inevitable — only through persistence can you triumph. It's a task alone to try to acquaint yourself with him, getting him accustomed to physical affection might just be an acid test. The scholar has had no need for a rudimentary touch of another's skin, he'll say with a dignified hiss. But if you're observant, you'd know it's just a ruse to hide the depth of the depravation he's not allowing himself to acknowledge.

After much trial and error, when he finally bends to your efforts and accepts a hug, he's stiff and awkward, unsurprisingly. His hands wander as if settling on one place would burn his skin, face firmly hidden in the crook of your neck in what you can only assume is embarrassment. You would've teased him about the fierce flush on his ears and nape, if he hadn't ended the contact upon realizing his behavior. The scholar didn't dare face you for the next week, reflecting upon the incident vigorously.

Initially, his hugs were short, filled with muttered complaints to distract you from the firmness of his grip. The increasing average duration and his waning unwillingness towards the gesture did not go unnoticed by him at all. He knows the basic biological cause and it served as his rationale for quite a while. Yes, the reward system's activities are all there is to it, surely he possesses enough willpower to end this indulgence any time he wishes.

What he didn't anticipate though was you beating him to it, baffling him with your sudden consideration for his personal space. You are cruelty incarnate, conditioning him to this banal addiction and leaving him to deal with the consequences by himself? Now that is one preposterous claim to marvel at. It's wise if you cease pushing the man and retract your words. And if you don't? You're more than welcomed to repeat your jest at the firing point of his gun.

[myjklei]

"You had a bad day, and your boyfriend did his best to cheer you up."

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Genre: Established relationship

Warnings: Cigarettes, she burns him with the cig once, vaginal fingering, hair pulling(m!receiving), nipple sucking(f!receiving), riding, choking and face slapping(m!receiving), unprotected sex but they are clean and in birth control!!! He cums inside her. Cuddlesss :(

Wordcount: 2,7k

a/n: That's one of my favorite lives of him, and he cheered me up that day when i was feeling terrible, so why not?

You close the door of your apartment, take off your shoes and coat and leave them lying around, then go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Your boyfriend is sitting on the sofa with his cell phone in his hand, following you with his eyes.

"Hey my love, you arrived late, I was already going to call you. How was your day?"

You sip your water and set the glass down on the counter, letting out a tired sigh. He turns off his cell phone, puts it on the coffee table, and then walks over to you.

"Want to talk about it?" he asks, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

"Nothing much happened... just a couple of coworkers who made the atmosphere in the company bad and delayed everyone's work, that's why I arrived much later than normal, also I didn't wake up in the best of moods this morning."

He gives you a worried look, and you give him a small smile.

"I'm fine, my dear, really. I'm just really tired, and my whole body aches. But I'm going to take a long cold shower and come back to you brand new."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, my love, I am"

"Then go take your bath, relax, I'll wait for you"

He's incredibly beautiful in your eyes right now. He's wearing a basic black shirt with sweatpants and wearing his prescription glasses, smelling like a freshly-taken bath. You gave him another smile and a kiss, then headed to the bathroom. You spend a significant amount of time in there, as you said you were going to take a long shower, you really needed it.

You do your skincare, put on a pair of boxer panties and a shirt, which happens to be Jungkook's, and when you get to the living room, you're confronted with a scene that warmed your heart. He turned off all the main lights, leaving only the lamp next to the sofa on, prepared some snacks and beer, and there's music playing on the TV. All this as a plan to take your mind off anything that wasn't him. And that worked perfectly.

"Oh hey darling, feeling better?" He looks at you opening a beer.

"Yes, thank you... what's all this?"

"You were tired, so I thought i could cheer you up. Here are the snacks you like, I've turned on the TV and... Is the lighting okay for you?" He stares at you in a child standing position, and you let out a hearty laugh.

"It's perfect, my love."

"Come over here," now sitting on the sofa, he taps the empty spot on the sofa next to him, "sit here with me."

You go over and pick up the other open beer on the coffee table and sit down next to him. "You didn't need to prepare all that stuff for me Ggukie"

"Of course I did, you've had a bad day, I can't stand seeing you like this. If I could I'd have all your bad days for you."

"You're so sweet"

He smiles and looks down, sniffing the mouth of the bottle. "Is the playlist good? Or do you want me to change it?"

The playlist that's playing on the TV was created by the two of you, with the name Nights together ♡ and it was made especially for moments like this, or for when the two of you couldn't sleep and ended up staying up all night chatting and making out until you got tired.

"No you don't have to, it's good"

"Hmmm... but what about your coworkers?"

"Oh, they're husband and wife, at least they used to be. The wife caught her husband with someone else, someone else who works with them, the other woman almost had her hair pulled out"

"A couple who work together in the same job? And the guy still does this, basically to his wife's face?"

You nod, taking a sip of your beer.

"The atmosphere there got awful, the wife started crying and everyone took her in, I just hid in my computer and carried on working, I am less late than the rest of the people, but still, I was supposed to finish everything today."

“You were smart” he puts his mouth on the bottle.

“I still came off as the heartless one, and I'm not even close to her, even I've been a cuckold and I didn't suffer like that” Jungkook laughs and holds back from spitting out the sip of beer he was about to swallow. “You can laugh. She was yelling... Why did he do that to me? I got him this job! How ungrateful!” You imitate the wife. “And everyone was smooching her, comforting her, I can't stand it. She treated him so badly every day, he couldn't do anything wrong and she'd yell at him, that he was worthless, that she didn't know what she was thinking when she married him.” You eat some of the snacks.

“Maybe that's why he cheated on her”

“That's what I thought, but as I said, I'm not close to her, he could be a scumbag at home.”

“I'd never cheat on you, you know?” You giggle shyly and look down at the bottle in your hand, ”I mean it.”

You look up again and find him staring at you with his eyes shining.

“I missed you today”

“Just today?”

“Every day” his smile appears.

“Do you want to watch a movie while we cuddle?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing”

“Do I choose or do you choose?”

And there you are, late at night, watching your second movie. You're lying on his bare chest, and he's stroking your hair, you're paying more attention to the sound of his heart beating than to the movie, which is pretty boring by the way, but you don't care as long as Jungkook is with you. The door to the balcony is half open, and the chill air from outside comes in softly and spreads through the room with the smoke coming from the ashtray on the coffee table. Jungkook takes the cigarette from his fingers to his mouth, and you look closely at his arm, the veins popping out, pale skin, waiting to be marked. He blows out the smoke.

“This movie is so predictable”

“Huh?”

“Everyone knows that when he walks in there the door will close behind him” he offers you the cigarette, and you accept it looking at the screen, ”I told you, they don't make good horror movies anymore, they're all copies of each other”

You blow the smoke out of your mouth and sniff it back in through your nose, looking at him while he still insists on watching the movie. His glasses disappeared along with his shirt when the first movie ended, his hair is slicked back, he's lightly biting the piercing in the corner of his mouth and you have a perfect view of his neck. You snap out of your trance when you feel the cigarette starting to burn your fingers, and you reach out to put it out in the ashtray, but now all you can think about is the hand he has placed on your waist to prevent you from falling off the sofa.

“The idiot still tries to talk to the entity. These characters are so easy to kill”

You kiss his sternum trying to get his attention, “what a bad movie, I don't think I know how to choose movies anymore”.

“You say it's bad, but you can't take your eyes off the screen”

He looks at you, “I'm sorry, baby, I wanted to see how far the bullshit would go”

“Why don't we do something more interesting?” he puts his arm behind his head, using it as a support to see you better.

“Something on your mind?”

You stretch again, but this time, to get a new cigarette straight from the box, you also pick up the heater and sit on the lap of the dark-haired man below you. You light the cigarette, take a drag, and blow it in his face, who closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens his eyes, you turn the tip of the cigarette in his direction, and he gets the message, leaning on his arms to sit on the sofa and get face to face with you.

You put the cigarette in his mouth, and he puts his hands on your waist, helping you to get comfortable on his lap. He looks away as the smoke comes out of his mouth. The cigarette goes back in your mouth, and Jungkook is already looking at you with big eyes again.

“Blow in my face again... please”

You do what he asks, and you feel him shudder and squeeze your waist, “I don't even think about the movie anymore”.

A smirk comes over your face, and you run your hand through his hair, “You've been so nice today, organizing everything to spend time with me, helping me relax... I want to thank you for that”

He wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin between your breasts.

“My bunny... I've been keeping an eye on you since I got home"

“You can take your frustration out on me whenever you want”

“Would you do that for me?”

“Anything for you”

“Even if it means I'm going to be mean?” You wrap your fingers in his hair and pull it back slowly.

“Yes... I can be your personal punching bag if you please”

“Are you sure?” You say as you stub out your cigarette on his arm, staring into his eyes.

“Yes I am” he keeps his gaze glued to yours, tightening his arms around you. You drop the cigarette on the floor and attack his mouth.

He moves his hands up to your shoulders and back down to your waist. You rub yourself against him, looking for some kind of friction, and he pulls your waist closer in an attempt to do the same action.

“Lean your back against the sofa, it'll be better” you stand up, leaving his lap missing you, and he does what you said, being able to get a better view of you taking off your panties.

“Close your mouth, or you'll drool,” you say, smiling and getting back on top of him, ”I'll leave the shirt for you since it's yours.”

He laughs, you raise your arms, and he removes his shirt from your body, which he does with pleasure, then kisses his way down your neck.

“I've wanted to do that for a while”

“Then why didn't you do it before? You preferred to waste your time with that awful movie”

“I'm sorry, punish me for that” he says into your ear

You laugh, “you naughty boy”

He brings one of his hands down to your pussy, and runs his middle and ring fingers over it, “you're so wet”

“I've been wet since you took your shirt off, like an hour ago”

“Can I put them in?”

“Have at it, before I do it myself”

He puts his fingers inside you, looking at you as you close your eyes and arch your back. “You're so beautiful” you squeeze his shoulders, leaving your fingernails almost bruising him.

“Curl them” you ignore his compliment and give the order, he moves his fingers with ease, offering his thumb on your clit as a treat.

He puts his mouth on one of your breasts and licks his way to the nipple without taking his eyes off you. You pull his hair and call his name as he sucks your nipple and curls his fingers again. His other hand is on your waist, squeezing lightly. “I can't take my eyes off you, my sweetheart"

You growl and throw your head back, not giving a damn about the pain you're causing him by scratching his back like a wild animal, because that's how he makes you feel and that's how he asked to be treated.

He licks you from your nipple to your neck and nibbles on your earlobe, causing you to shiver.

“Jungkook stop.”

He pulls his fingers out of you, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I just don't want to cum on your fingers, I want to cum on your cock” he sighs shakily, ”pull down your pants”

He lowers his sweatpants along with his underpants as much as this position allows him, and you put one of your hands on each of his shoulders, fitting your entrance to his tip.

You both moan in unison, feeling your bodies fit together perfectly, and you lower your hands from his shoulders to his chest. You move at a faster pace, and he grabs your ass, leaning his head against the back of the sofa. He lets out a whimper that was supposed to be your name.

“Look at me,” you order, squeezing his neck.

Your bouncing gets harder, his hands roam desperately over your body in a clumsy way, tears start to form in his eyes, and he coughs, obediently waiting for you to release his neck.

“Hit me”

“What?”

“Hit me, my love, please”

You stop pressing your hand to his neck without taking it away. He takes a deep breath, and you slam your hand on his cheek, marking your territory.

“You're so beautiful,” you slap him again. “I love you,” another slap. “My goddess,” and another slap. “I'd never cheat on you. You can treat me like shit every day, but I'll still love you and worship you, I'll do anything for you. You're my muse. I need you."

Your head is spinning, the cold wind coming from the balcony is chilling you, his mouth is seeking yours, and you connect them by wrapping your arms around his neck. You would be trapped for hours, days, even years in this moment, in what he, only he, causes you. In the way he, only he, loves you.

“Fuck, baby, I'm close”

“Let go, my love, I'll be here to hold you”

His words were like a trigger for your high to come. You scream his name and tremble around him. He kisses your neck in a sloppy way. Now he's moving his own waist, hunting his own orgasm.

“Baby, I'm sensitive, baby”

“I'm almost there, baby. Just hold on a little longer, please. I know I asked you to be mean, but don't do this to me.” You laugh and kiss him, moving your waist again.

He squeezes your waist and whines into your mouth.

“Love?” he breaks the kiss and looks deep into your eyes.

“It's okay, go on, I want you to,” you stroke the hair on the back of his neck.

And he allows himself to, sinking his head into the crook of your neck, hugging you as if someone wants to steal you away from him. The two of you hug in silence, and you can hear his breathing and his heart beating again, the TV already showing the typical Are you still watching? line.

He looks at you, with his hair messed up, his mouth red and wet from kissing, and droopy eyes.

"I love you so much. If you left me, it would break me, I don't know how I could live without you by my side. You're my life."

"I'll never leave you."

"I know, I know." You caress his face, and he closes his eyes, seeking your touch like a magnet. You lean his head against you and hug him like a child in need of comfort.

"I love you so much, my bunny"

"I love you... I love you..."

"Thank you."

He looks at you again, "Thank you for today. You were very sweet for doing all this"

"Baby, you deserve so much more than this. This was a little treat. You deserve the world, and I feel guilty for not being able to give it to you"

You kiss him passionately and lean your forehead against his, "You're already my world, my love." He smiles with his eyes closed, and your breaths synchronize.

"Baby, I love that we're cuddling like this, but I really need to get cleaned up"

"I know, me too, take a shower with me, and then we'll watch another movie, or play a game, before bed"

"I'd love to."

"But if it's a movie, it has to be a good one," you smile.

"Then you choose this time."

He'll always make you happy, you don't need anything else, he'll always be your dopamine.

[f1girliefics]

The Red Thread of Love

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary: When Lewis Hamilton celebrates his new chapter with Ferrari, he plans a little surprise for you.

The invitation had arrived with little context, just a brief message from Lewis.

“Be ready at 3. Dress comfortably but leave everything else to me. You’ll see.”

You’d spent the morning wondering what he had planned.

It wasn’t unusual for Lewis to organize surprises, but the cryptic tone left you more curious than ever.

When the car came to pick you up, you were greeted by a cheerful assistant who offered no hints as you were driven to a grand studio in the heart of the city.

You were both nervous and excited.

Stepping inside, your jaw dropped.

The entire space was bathed in shades of crimson and scarlet, from the backdrop to the plush seating area adorned with roses and candles.

A rack of dresses stood in one corner, each more breathtaking than the last.

Red.

All over. Everywhere.

Red.

“Lewis... what is all this?” you asked, turning as Lewis walked toward you.

“Welcome to the celebration,” he said, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Celebration?” you asked, your eyes scanning the room. “This looks like something out of a movie. What are we celebrating?”

He stepped back, spreading his arms to gesture at the room.

“Ferrari,” he said. “A new chapter. And I couldn’t think of a better way to make it perfect than with you by my side.”

You smiled at just how sweet he was. “So, a photoshoot?”

“A photoshoot,” he confirmed, his excitement unmistakable. As if he was a child in an ice cream shop. “But not just any photoshoot. This is for us. To capture this moment, this feeling. And if the pictures come out half as stunning as you, I’ll call it a win.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re impossible, Lewis.”

“Impossibly in love with you,” he took your hand and led you toward the rack of stunning dresses.

A stylist and her team appeared and took you away to work their magic.

Lewis disappeared to get ready, leaving you in awe as they helped you into a stunning red gown.

The fabric hugged your body perfectly, the intricate beadwork catching the light with every movement.

When you were ready, Lewis was waiting near the set, now dressed in a deep red suit that complemented your gown and his skin tone perfectly.

He turned at the sound of your footsteps, his eyes widening slightly.

“Wow. Just... wow.”

You smiled at him. “Not so bad yourself, Mr. Ferrari.”

He laughed, offering his hand to you. “Shall we?”

The photoshoot was filled with laughter, stolen glances, and playful banter.

The photographer guided you through poses, but most of the magic happened naturally.

Lewis was used to the camera, and there were moments when you almost forgot that there was a camera.

“Lean into him a bit more. Yes, perfect. Now, look at each other like you’re sharing a secret.”

You tilted your head toward Lewis. “Secret?” you whispered.

“I was going to say how stunning you look,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “But I don't think that is a secret.”

The photographer’s shutter clicked furiously as you laughed, unable to contain your joy.

Another setup featured a velvet couch, with you perched elegantly while Lewis sat beside you, his arm draped protectively over you.

“Let’s try something more candid. Maybe a moment of celebration?”

Without missing a beat, Lewis leaned over to whisper in your ear. “Remember when I said this was for us?”

You nodded.

“I lied. This is also for me. Because I get to show off the most beautiful woman in the world.”

You smiled at him, your genuine happiness lighting up the frame. It was heartwarming to see Lewis so proud and happy.

As the session wound down, the photographer prepared for the final shot. “Let’s end with something intimate,” she suggested. “A kiss, perhaps?”

You turned to Lewis, your heart full as he cupped your face gently.

The kiss was soft, tender, and unhurried, a perfect reflection of the love you shared.

The camera clicked, but the world around you seemed to disappear.

When you finally pulled back, Lewis pressed his forehead to yours.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“For what?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“For being here. For always being here,” he said, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me.”

You smiled, your eyes misting over. “You already do, Lewis.”

The photoshoot ended. 

But now you have the pictures to always remember these moments.

Each photograph captured the joy, love, and hope that was your relationship with Lewis. 

[whysoblue2]

The Perfect Valentine

I finally did it! This is my first ever proper coloured comic and damn... 12 panels in 4 pages containing 10 characters. I am excited to be finally showing it! That PSD file is 90+ layers big I felt so sorry for my laptop💙🤣 I hope you enjoy and check the end to find out which asks have been answered in this long-ass delirium of mine!

The End

Thank you all for getting all the way down here. Following this you'll find the asks from: @number-one-kallamar-lover @ebanyphoenix22 @saiwasneverhere and a bunch of lovely Anons

Yes, Kall has an expensive perfume collection. The more expensive the better and he doesn't even wear them too much because he has delicate skin, but he loves the little bottles! Thank you for the Spy Kit! He's gonna need it as you can see, and the marshmallows are so cute!

He did NOT expect the pipe bomb and unlike Narinder, he takes the message in a totally different way. Yes, she does. And girls like her. Shamura loves their warm quilt and they are sipping his hot cocoa while preparing the next D&D campaign with his... ehm... simp actually. Will Sozo ever conquer the conqueror's heart? How does the explosion get to Narinder for his affront? Life found a way. Ironically through his older brother and we love irony in this house. They are technically holding a whole lot of Narinder, but they LOVE THEIR WIFE! Thank you, everyone. WHAT A JOURNEY!

[ghosty-writes-23]

Kneeling Before Her. - Leon S Kennedy Pt. 2

Ghosty's Notes: Sorry this one is a little rushed and might not be my best work but, I am currently working on the threesome one and the valentines day one, so I hope you do enjoy it, also if you want to be put on my tag list for any of my new and up and coming stories please comment below so I can add you to the list.

Summary: Sometimes even the strongest people need some reassurance and love.

NSFW Tags: Smutty Content, Handjob, Reassurance, Shower Sex, No Protection (Don't be like them.) Sub!Leon, Slight Angst, Riding, Creampie, Sweet Ending.

Used Pet Names: Darling, Sweetheart, My Wife.

!Unedited!

Word Count: 1.3k

| Part One Here. |

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Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty :] ❤️🦝

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As Leon left to go into the bathroom, Y/n laid back in their bed, even though she had just came she still felt a little needy and a little guilty, so before she second guested herself Y/n got up from the bed and headed into the bathroom where she could hear to soft pitter patter of the shower water hitting the floor and the walls, and Leon groan and grunts as he 'takes care' of himself.

Y/n closed the door behind her softly and made her way over to the shower. "Need some help." she asked and she heard Leon curse under his breath before he stopped. "darling its ok, just go back to bed, I'll be there in a minute." Leon says as he was breathing heavily.

Shaking her head Y/n stripped off her clothing and stepped into the shower behind Leon, going up on her tippy toes she placed a gentle kiss on scarred shoulder. "Let me help you." Y/n says softly as she looked up at him through her lashes. Her hand trailed down his sides feeling every ridge, curve and scar, she could feel him shivering under his touch.

"Y/n." Leon groaned softly but Y/n just smiled and placed another kiss on his shoulder before she gently took his cock into her hand, before she started to gently stroke it was warm but firm in her hand, she could tell Leon was pent up but also holding back.

"I don't deserve this." Leon grunted out as if he was trying to resist her touch, this left Y/n a little confused as she kept going, peppering soft kisses around his neck and shoulder as she worked him with her hand. "Why don't you deserve this." Y/n asked softy as she placed a soft kiss just under Leon's ear, she was grateful for Leon being taller then her so he shielded her mostly from the water.

"I've been a terrible husband, I have treated you horribly." Leon whimpered out as he leaned against bathroom wall on his arm, his breathing was shaking as his body trembled ever so slightly. His dark hair was sticking to his face and forehead, his face decorated with a light stubble.

"I won't disagree with you have treated me badly, but that doesn't mean you can't make it up to me." Y/n says as she pressed her chest against his back, she could tell he was close as she saw one of his fists balling. "I can't forgive myself for how I treated you." Leon tried to argue but Y/n smiled at him and used her free hand to gently tilt his chin then softly pressed her lips against his.

He instantly melted and relaxed as she spilled into her hand with a couple jolts of his hips, with a soft grunt like whine as he kissed her back. Y/n smiled against his lips before she pulled away ever so slightly and looked at him with a look of warmth and affection. "I love you Leon, yes you made some mistakes and your actions have hurt people, but you have the chance to make things right." Y/n told him as he pressed her forehead against hers.

"I love you so much." Leon spoke causing Y/n heart to flutter at the affection words, it had been so long since she had heard those three special words. "I love you too." Y/n told him and she saw Leon's body relax and the tense muscles in his body relax.

As the warm water cascaded over them Y/n pulled away slightly only for Leon to gently grab her chin and pull her face to his and captured her lips in a soft kiss, she can taste the toothpaste he used to brush his teeth on his tongue, she melted into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Soft noises left her lips as she felt Leon move backwards to sit on the shower bench but he didn't break the kiss once, He lifted her onto his lap with ease, Y/n could feel Leon's cock against her stomach, he was hard again. She pulled back slightly breaking the kiss. "Please Y/n." Leon softly whined, she had never seen him also submissive before.

"Beg." Y/n says with a teasing tone not thinking Leon actually would. "Please Y/n I know I don't deserve it, I've been a terrible husband, let me make it up to you, let me make you feel good." Leon begged and as much as she felt herself clench she couldn't help the aching feeling in her chest.

"Leon." Y/n started by Leon shook his head, as he rested his head on her shoulder. "I want to feel good enough to be your husband again, I want to show you I can make you feel good, that I deserve your love and attention." Leon says his voice cracking slightly, Y/n reached down and cupped his face bringing it to hers.

in that moment she didn't see Leon, the harden DSO agent or government weapon, but her Leon the same Leon she used to have food fights with every time she baked something, or when she used to rest against him as he cleaned his weapons after a mission, the same Leon that reminder her of a tried puppy coming home and curling up by her side soaking up her affection like a sponge, in that moment she knew what he needed.

"You are good enough Leon, yes you messed up but that doesn't make you a bad person, it doesn't make you undeserving of love, I love you and only you will always be my husband." Y/n says looking down at Leon, to which he gave her a small smile, but inside his heart had jumped at her words.

"I need you Y/n." Leon spoke and Y/n nodded her head biting her lip, she raised her hips slightly and Leon angled his cock tip at the entrance after he applied some spit for lube on it, slowly and carefully Y/n began to sink down, his cock stretching her slick walls causing a soft moan to leave her lips as she buried her face in his neck.

She could feel every bump, ridge and vein reminding her truly how long it had been since they where truly this intimate. Once she sank down fully she felt Leon's arms wrap around her waist holding her closely to his body, no space left between them, she could feel him trailing kisses down her neck as if to distract her from the slightly uncomfortable adjusting.

"Don't push yourself to much sweetheart." Leon groaned softly as Y/ started to move her hips in a slow space, soft mew where leaving her lips as a warm and fuzzy feeling ran through her body, she did slowly start to sped up ever so slightly when she finally fully adjusted. "Fuck Leon." she cursed under her breath causing Leon to chuckle but it was choked back by a groan of pleasure.

"That its doll, use my cock however you like, its yours." Leon grunted softly as her silk walls clamped around him, Y/n clenched at his words as she started to pick up the pace, Leon moved with her and she placed her hand on the wall just above Leon's head to stabilize herself, she was close and she knew it.

Y/n melted in the feeling of being so filled by Leon's cock that stretched her open so deliciously, her sharp nails clawing down his back leave little red lines she knows will be there in the morning, when Leon began to meet her thrusts she was a gonna as she came with a cry of his name as her body trembled, Leon soon followed as he was close himself, he knew he should have pulled out but it felt too good.

The water soon went cold and that was their cue to leave, after catching their breaths, Leon cleaned Y/n up and wrapped a towel around her, even stealing a few cheeky kisses before taking her to bed, Y/n rested her head against Leon's bare wet chest as he walked down the hallway holding her bridal style.

"I love you Leon." Y/n said almost sleepy, Leon looked at her and smiled softly. "I love you too, my wife".....

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(Bathroom inspiration for this scene.)

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[hellsquills]

Dragon!Stan be upon ye

A short thing for @babyblankyerror 's Dragon!Stan AU. Please go check their art because it's infesting my brain /pos

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"Hello?"

Ford's voice echoes through the cavern. He hears some small steps in return that turn louder and heavier as they approach, until he sees the familiar –and gigantic– face of his dragon friend. Despite the tightness in his heart, his face relaxes a little as he greets him.

"Good night, my friend. Sorry for disturbing your dreams."

It's way later than he usually visits the creature. These past weeks, Stanford left his house around 5pm and arrived at the cave at 6, trying his best to be punctual, even though time probably means nothing to this dragon. Having this little ritual amongst his otherwise chaotic schedule helps him. Today is already dark out, not pitch-black, but enough to make the path slightly dangerous.

The beast approaches slowly, looking somewhat sleepy, and lowers its head so Stanford can pet it. It is then, as they are eye-to-eye, that the dragon stops and tilts its head.

"What? What is it?"

The creature moves its head forward, brushing its snout against the man's cheek. Ford is taken aback, shocked by the delicate and understanding move.

"This? Those are just tears, don't worry about it."

The dragon huffs like an exasperated child, as if implying that it doesn't believe a word he's saying. Stanford sighs.

"I guess I can't fool you, huh?" Another huff. "I suppose that you're even smarter than I assumed. Which, rest assured, was already a lot."

The beast turns around and lies down in the middle of the cave, much closer to the entrance than it previously was before Ford arrived. The man walks to it, accepting its silent invitation. He lies down next to its chest, which is soft and warm with all the fur covering it. He nestles against it, making a spot for himself, just like many other times before.

"I... haven't had the best of days, I'm afraid."

The dragon's head is now resting on the floor beside him, its right eye looking straight through him. As uncomfortable as he is around people staring at him, this barely bothers him. The dragon's eyes are kind, attentive, so different from all the others he's used to have on him. Something in those colors fills him with a sense of safety that helps him breathe easier. It also helps with pulling out the words from his throat.

"I had... an argument with my Muse. Which wasn't his fault, really! It was all mine. I didn't... expect him to be this angry, though." The sentence ends just as quiet as it starts. "I simply mentioned that I needed some rest during the night, that I couldn't properly carry on with my research unless I got a full night's rest, but he didn't like it. He said I was being selfish." Ford's words are slow, as if working out a way to properly covey what he means. "I understand where he's coming from, I really do. He just wants to escape his dimension– the Nightmare Dimension, he calls it. Obviously the name is already enough of a hint, but above all... I know he wanted to escape before that. No one understood him back there. I know what that's like. To be in a place where you're not welcome, nor wanted, nor understood. I really do."

The dragon doesn't move, just blinks lazily. Ford continues.

"I just asked him for a full night without him entering my mindscape and using my body to work while I slept. He says any human should be able to withstand it, so maybe I'm just weaker than average, which I already knew, but regardless. I needed some time to rest not only my body, but my mind as well. He... didn't like it. We argued, I tried to explain it to him in a way he could understand, but he was so mad... I ended up relenting, but he said it was too late. Now he couldn't forgive me. He said that... if I really wanted him gone that much, then he'd leave. And he... he did."

Ford's voice faults as he utters those last words. Nonetheless, he keeps talking.

"I didn't mean to upset him, I swear I didn't. I just wanted some time to improve myself before I kept working on the portal, but... Moses, what have I done? What if he doesn't forgive me? What if he never comes back?" His shaky voice now warns new tears. "I guess that's what I deserve for failing to keep my promise. I told him I'd do anything in my power to help him, since he's spent his entire time in this dimension helping me discover the universe. And what do I give in return? Just utter weakness."

"I don't deserve him. I don't deserve the people that cared enough to get close to me. Not Bill, not Fiddleford, not..."

The sentence cuts early, leaving things unsaid.

"What am I going to do now? I have no one else, I'm alone. I..." A shaky breath, way too close to a sob for comfort. "I don't want to be alone anymore."

The dragon is quick to react, as if it had been waiting for him to finish. Carefully, it lifts its head and puts it on Ford's lap. Noticing the man's quick heartbeat, it moves it up, until it's resting on Ford's chest. They both lay there, Stanford feeling lightheaded from his sudden panic attack and the accumulated anxiety. However, the slight but grounding pressure against his chest is comfortable, calming, and it helps him breathe despite the weight directly on top of his lungs. His hands absentmindedly envelop the creature's head, hugging it lightly at first and then tighter when he's sure the other being is comfortable with the action. Through the warmth, he can feel another sensation: the dragon appears to be... purring? Not exactly, but something akin. It's definitely vibrating softly as it breathes slowly in what seems a calculated rhythm, although that would be impossible for the creature to understand.

A memory hits Stanford as he keeps his eyes closed: the same weight on top of his torso after a panic attack. The familiar sensation of those soft vibrations against his chest, much less like an animal and much more like quiet snoring. A slow, even breathing rhythm in contrast to his agitated one.

His brother, having yet again braved his fear of heights to lay on him when he had a paralyzing nightmare. A head full of curls as unruly as the boy they belonged to beneath his fingers, now replaced by hard scales.

"Lee..." Stanford cries, not even processing his own words. He repeats it once, twice, thrice, as the sobs grow too loud to continue. The creature above him shakes slightly before returning to its previous position.

Both beings stay still in silence, save by Ford repeating several variations of his brother's name, as well as the occasional "help", "I can't", and "I'm sorry". This last one is the quietest, as if the man had a split second of clarity and realized he did not want to say it any louder.

Eventually, exhausted by the rush of emotions, Stanford falls asleep. His cheeks are damp and his face is red, but he seems more peaceful as he evens his breathing, holding the dragon's head more delicately now.

Somewhere inside the creature's head, Stan is filled with a rage that burns hotter than the flames that sometimes escape his throat. As much as he'd like to shape-shift into his humanoid form, he can't. Not until whoever that Bill thing is is shattered into a million pieces by his own hand.

[my-religion-greek-myth]

Freedom far away - R

Happy Lunar New Year! I've been struggling with my life, which has kept me busy since the end of last year. One of my favourite movies is Howl's Moving Castle.

Fem Reader X Agatha X Rio

Part A | Part B | Part C&D | Part E | Part F | Part G | Part H | Part I&J | Part K | Part L | Part M | Part N | Part O&P | Part Q | Part R | Epilogue

Warning: Imply of miscarriage may be disturbing to some readers

The days after your awakening passed in a blur of quiet moments, whispered reassurances, and an undercurrent of unspoken tension. Though your body was still sore, Rio and Agatha’s unwavering care surrounded you like a protective shield. Each of them had their own way of comforting you—Agatha with her sharp, focused attention and Rio with her softer, playful banter. The two were always by your side, except for brief moments when one would leave to attend to something urgent, though you suspected they never went far.

It was during one of these quiet evenings, the fire crackling softly in the hearth, that the conversation shifted to the future.

“We’ve closed all the gates,” Agatha said, her voice calm but resolute as she stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the star-filled expanse of their realm. “All except one.”

You sat curled up in a plush chair near the fire, Rio’s hand resting lightly on your knee. “The one to my city?” you asked, your voice still hoarse but gaining strength.

Agatha turned to face you, her sharp blue eyes meeting yours. “Yes. It’s heavily warded—no one can pass through it uninvited.” Her lips tightened before she added, “I left it for you. If you ever decide to see your sister…or your brother again.”

The mention of your siblings brought a pang of emotion, both longing and apprehension. You hadn’t seen them since that fateful night, and while part of you yearned to reconnect, another part feared what lay beyond the safety of this world.

Rio’s grip on your knee tightened ever so slightly. “It’ll be there when you’re ready, love,” she said, her voice warm and steady.

For a moment, silence settled over the room, broken only by the gentle crackle of the fire. You glanced between the two women who had become your everything, your heart swelling with gratitude. “Thank you,” you murmured. “For everything.”

Agatha crossed the room in a few strides, kneeling beside your chair. Her hand brushed against your cheek, her touch warm and grounding. “You don’t need to thank us,” she said softly, her sharp features gentled by the vulnerability she rarely showed. “This is your home now, just as much as it’s ours.”

You reached for her hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. “It means more than you know.”

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The decision to move wasn’t born out of dissatisfaction; it was born out of love. Agatha and Rio wanted to show you the world, to remind you that life existed beyond the safety of their sanctuary. That quiet realm would always be there, a constant in your lives, but they both knew it wasn’t enough. You deserved to see and experience more, to step beyond the comfortable boundaries you’d built around yourself since your awakening.

It was Agatha who brought it up one evening, her sharp eyes softened by the flickering firelight. “You’ve spent enough time hiding away from who you are,” she said, her voice steady but tender. “We want to show you the world, on your terms, of course. Somewhere you can come and go as you please.”

Rio, lounging beside you as usual, added with a grin, “And what better way than with a house infused with our magic? One that can take us wherever we need to be. A little taste of adventure, with none of the hassle.”

You glanced between them, your heart swelling with gratitude. They had already given you so much, and now they were offering this—a home that could be a gateway to the world. “I’d like that,” you said softly, your voice laced with quiet excitement. “I’d like to see what’s out there.”

The house came to life with their combined magic, every inch of it woven with care and intention. It was cosy, with dark wood beams and stone walls, the kind of place that immediately felt lived in. A fire always burned warmly in the hearth, and the scent of fresh bread and herbs lingered in the air. It was a sanctuary in its own right—but its true wonder lay in the door.

Crafted from enchanted wood, the door stood at the centre of the house, marked with four distinct sigils. Each sigil represented a different place, and with a simple turn of the handle, the door would shift to reveal a new world beyond its frame.

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The first sigil led to a seaside town, its air thick with the scent of salt and brine. The fish market buzzed with life, vendors calling out their wares as boats bobbed in the harbour. The waves crashed rhythmically against the docks, a soothing melody that followed you wherever you went.

The first time you stepped through the door, the scent of salt and brine filled your lungs, crisp and bracing. A gust of wind carried the calls of seagulls overhead, their cries mingling with the distant chatter of merchants. The cobbled streets beneath your feet were damp from the ocean spray, and before you even took another step, Rio stretched her arms over her head and grinned.

"Now this is more like it," she sighed, closing her eyes as if soaking in the very essence of the town.

Agatha, standing at your side, remained composed as always, but there was an unmistakable glint of satisfaction in her sharp blue eyes. "It’s a working town," she noted, scanning the busy port ahead. "You’ll like it here."

And she was right.

The town was alive with movement—fishermen unloading crates of fresh seafood from their boats, shopkeepers arranging their displays, children running barefoot along the docks with wind-tangled hair and sunburnt cheeks. The market was the heart of it all, bursting with energy as people haggled, laughed, and shared stories over counters stacked high with glistening fish, fragrant spices, and woven baskets filled with dried seaweed.

Rio, always drawn to the livelier parts of a place, immediately made herself at home. You watched as she leaned over a stall, chatting with an old woman selling skewered seafood grilled over hot coals. Moments later, she returned, passing you one without hesitation.

"Eat," she said simply, grinning as she took a bite of her own.

The taste was smoky and rich, laced with a hint of salt from the sea air. Warmth settled in your chest as you chewed, watching Rio’s excitement as she scanned the stalls for the next thing to try. Agatha, ever the observer, simply took it all in, her gaze lingering on you every so often, as if assessing how you were adjusting.

That evening, you stood by the docks, watching the waves crash gently against the wooden posts. The lanterns swayed in the breeze, their golden light reflected in the dark water below. The town was nothing like the realm you had come from, but it was beautiful in its own way—alive, untamed, full of stories waiting to be told.

"You don’t have to love it right away," Agatha murmured beside you, her voice low and steady. "But you should at least give it a chance."

You exhaled, the weight in your chest loosening just a little.

"I think I already do."

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The second sigil opened to a meadow of wildflowers, vibrant and unending. The breeze carried the sweet aroma of blossoms, and the grass seemed to shimmer under the golden sunlight. In the evenings, fireflies lit up the horizon, painting the scene in soft, glowing hues. It was a place of serenity, where time seemed to stretch and still.

The transition from the bustling seaside to the meadow was almost jarring. One moment, you were surrounded by the salty tang of the ocean; the next, you were enveloped in the scent of sun-warmed grass and wildflowers.

The world stretched out before you in endless shades of green and gold, rolling hills blanketed in vibrant blossoms. The sky overhead was impossibly blue, the clouds drifting lazily as if they, too, had nowhere to be.

Rio spun in a slow circle, arms wide, breathing in deeply. "This," she declared, "is paradise."

And it was.

The meadow was quiet, but not silent—birds chirped from the nearby trees, the wind whispered through the tall grass, and somewhere in the distance, a small brook babbled over smooth stones. The ground was soft beneath your feet, and the sheer openness of the space made it feel like you had stepped into a dream.

Agatha led the way to a lone tree near the crest of a hill, its thick branches offering shade from the warm sunlight. It became your spot almost instantly, a place to lay back and watch the clouds shift, to listen to the rustling leaves and let your mind wander.

Days here passed slowly, unhurried and peaceful. Rio would chase after butterflies with mock seriousness, her laughter echoing through the open fields. Agatha would find a quiet spot to clean her dusty tomes or read, though she was always aware of everything happening around her. And you… you simply existed in a way you hadn’t in a long time.

At night, the meadow transformed. The fireflies came first, glowing softly as they flitted through the grass, like tiny stars that had fallen from the sky. The air cooled, carrying the distant hoot of an owl, and the world became something utterly magical.

One evening, as you lay beneath the tree with Rio’s head resting in your lap, Agatha sat beside you, her fingers idly tracing patterns in the dirt.

"You like it here," she observed.

You smiled, watching as Rio dozed peacefully, the fireflies reflecting in her dark hair. "Yeah," you admitted. "I really do."

And just like that, the meadow became another home.

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The third sigil brought you to the bustling heart of a foreign capital city. Streets teemed with life, the hum of countless conversations blending with the music of street performers. Market stalls overflowed with treasures from around the world, and towering buildings framed the sky, glowing with lanterns and lights as night fell. It was a place of discovery and excitement, where new adventures awaited at every turn.

If the seaside was full of life and the meadow was a place of peace, then the capital city was pure energy.

The door opened to a narrow alleyway, its walls adorned with vibrant posters in a language you couldn’t read. The air was thick with the scent of sizzling street food, smoke curling into the fire-lit sky. Beyond the alley, the streets pulsed with life—vendors shouting their wares, musicians strumming their instruments, carriages and horses weaving through the crowded roads.

Rio practically vibrated with excitement. "Now this is my kind of place."

Agatha, on the other hand, immediately fell into observation mode, her gaze sweeping the streets, calculating every possible escape route, every place someone could hide a weapon.

You simply took it all in.

There was something intoxicating about the city—the way the streets pulsed like veins, the way the people moved like they were part of something bigger than themselves. Every corner held something new—smoky teahouses hidden behind plain wooden doors, underground bookshops where rare tomes were traded like secrets, towering palaces that stood in stark contrast to the chaos below.

You spent your days exploring, tasting foods you couldn’t name, losing yourselves in the twisting streets. Rio thrived in the chaos, always darting ahead to see what was around the next corner. Agatha remained at your side, her steady presence keeping you grounded in the overwhelming tide of sound and colour.

One night, as you stood on a high balcony overlooking the glowing sprawl of the city, you found yourself smiling.

"You don’t seem overwhelmed," Agatha remarked, studying you with quiet curiosity.

You turned to her, feeling the hum of the city beneath your feet. "I think… I like it here," you admitted. "It’s alive."

And for the first time in a long while, so were you.

And the fourth sigil—the one that meant the most—always brought you home. Back to their realm, their sanctuary. No matter how far you travelled, how much you explored, there was always a door waiting to take you back  to the place where you were safe, where you were loved.

The sanctuary was unchanged, its quiet presence as steady as ever. The familiar trees, the ever-burning hearth, the way the realm hummed with power—it was your anchor, your foundation.

But as you stood before the door, ready to choose your next destination, you realised something: you weren’t the same person who had stepped through it the first time.

Agatha had been right. You had spent too long hiding away. But now, you had seen the world, breathed in its air, tasted its stories. And you weren’t done yet.

With a glance at Rio and Agatha, you reached for the door.

"Where to next?"

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The fire crackled softly in the hearth as the three of you sat together, the warmth of the flames casting long shadows across the room. You rested between Agatha and Rio, your head on Rio’s shoulder while Agatha’s fingers played absently with yours. The comfort of their presence was as familiar as the rhythm of your own heartbeat, yet tonight, something unspoken lingered in the air.

“I’ve been thinking,” you began softly, breaking the silence. Your voice wavered slightly, and you took a steadying breath. “About…about the baby.”

The room seemed to still, even the flames quieting their dance. Rio’s hand tightened slightly on your shoulder, and Agatha’s fingers stilled against yours.

“I didn’t even know,” you continued, your voice trembling. “And because I didn’t know…I couldn’t protect them. I couldn’t protect what was ours.”

Rio leaned down, her lips brushing against the top of your head. “You didn’t fail them,” she said quietly, her voice filled with conviction. “What happened wasn’t your fault, love.”

Agatha’s grip on your hand tightened. “You didn’t even have the chance to know,” she murmured, her voice unusually soft. “And it was stolen from all of us.”

Your chest tightened at her words, and you turned to look at her, meeting her sharp blue eyes. “I can’t help but feel like I failed,” you admitted, tears welling in your eyes. “Like I failed you both.”

Agatha reached out, her other hand brushing against your cheek. “You didn’t fail us,” she said firmly. “And you didn’t fail them. What happened was because of him, not you.”

Rio’s voice, low and soothing, joined in. “We can’t change what happened. But what we can do is honour them by building the future they couldn’t have.”

You blinked back tears, your gaze shifting between the two women who had become your world. “Do you really think…we could have children? Even after everything?”

A soft smile curved Agatha’s lips, her usual sharpness tempered by something tender. “Of course, we can,” she said. “And this time, we’ll protect them. Together.”

Rio chuckled lightly, her dark eyes twinkling with affection. “We’ve already shown we’re excellent at protecting what’s ours,” she teased, her tone playful. “Why not add a few more to the mix?”

A small laugh escaped you despite the heaviness in your heart. “You make it sound so easy,” you said, shaking your head.

“It won’t be easy,” Agatha admitted, her fingers brushing against yours again. “But nothing worth having ever is.”

Rio shifted slightly, turning so she could meet your gaze fully. “Do you want this, love?” she asked, her tone serious now. “Do you want to try for children? Because if you do, we’ll make it happen.”

You hesitated, not because you didn’t want it, but because the weight of the decision felt so immense. Finally, you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “I do. I want that. I want to build something with you both. A family.”

Agatha leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Then it’s settled,” she said, her voice steady and certain. “We’ll try.”

Rio’s grin returned wide and mischievous. “And you know,” she said, her tone turning playful, “with Agatha’s particular talents and my…creative enthusiasm, we’re bound to succeed.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and free despite the lingering ache in your chest. “I’m going to regret agreeing to this, aren’t I?” you teased, your eyes shining affectionately.

Agatha smirked, her fingers trailing along your hand. “Only a little,” she said. “But trust me, it’ll be worth it.”

Rio pulled you closer, her lips brushing against your temple. “We’ll make sure of that,” she promised softly.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the ache in your heart began to ease, replaced by a fragile but growing hope. As the three of you sat together, the firelight illuminating the room, you allowed yourself to dream of what could be—a future filled with love, laughter, and the family you’d create together.

Agatha, her expression soft but with a mischievous glint in her eye, broke the silence with a playful suggestion. “Why wait? We could start now.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, but before you could reply, Rio stood with you in her arms in one smooth motion, lifting you effortlessly. Her grin was devilish, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “I like the way you think,” she said, her tone playful yet warm.

“Rio!” you shrieked, laughter bubbling up as you tried to push her away, though your protests were half-hearted. “Not now!”

Agatha chuckled, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. “You’re lucky we adore you,” she teased, her tone light but filled with affection.

Rio’s laugh was rich and infectious as she gently set you back on your feet, her hands lingering on your waist. “Fine, fine,” she relented, though the mischievous glint in her eye remained. “But don’t think you’re getting out of this that easily.”

Still laughing, you shook your head, warmth blooming in your chest as you looked between them. You didn’t know what the future would hold, but in that moment, surrounded by their love and laughter, you felt ready to face it.

Agatha and Rio’s magic had created something extraordinary—a home that moved with you, a gateway to endless possibilities. And as you stood in the cosy living room, surrounded by the warmth of the hearth and the steady presence of the two women who had become your everything, you felt something you hadn’t felt in a long time: hope.

This wasn’t just a house. It was freedom. It was love. It was the start of something new.

[kxtsukixoxo]

we should just get drunk and fuck

✮⋆˙ ft. keigo “hawks” takami

“rough day at work?”

he asked as he nursed the alcohol bottle in his hands.

“am i not allowed to drink for no reason?” you quirked an eyebrow at him, breaking your gaze from the TV. he shrugged and focused his attention back onto the tv.

“forgive me for trying to provide emotional support,” he faked a huff and rolled his eyes. you peered at him through the side of my vision. his annoyed look didn’t stay for long, soon enough a smile was back on his face.

“fine. I'm just annoyed today.” you admitted, pulling my legs up onto the couch and resting your chin on top of your knees.

“what, did your boyfriend not text you good morning?” he leaned in and laughed, nudging you with his elbow.

“kei, we broke up a month and a half ago. did I not tell you?” you grabbed the bottle from his extended hand and took another swig. His eyebrows knit together, aureate eyes staring down at you and processing your words.

“no. why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve beat him up or something.” He crossed his arms over his chest and pursed his lips together. His wings puffed behind him.

“Because I was the one who broke up with him. and it’s not like he cheated or anything.” you shrugged, pushing the bottle towards him. he stared down at the bottle in his hand and slowly trailed his eyes up toward your face.

“so what…happened?” he shifted his body to face you, arm thrown over the back of the couch. he was staring intently at you, golden gaze burning through your skin.

“i don’t know. just lost feelings I guess.”

the two of you sat in silence. keigo's eyes danced across your face, teeth biting down on his lower lip. you could feel your cheeks heating up, and not because of the alcohol this time. he reached over, setting the bottle on the coffee table. his unoccupied hand hesitantly made its way to yours. fingers wrapping around your own.

you were conflicted. scared that if you crossed that line I’d lose him. the man who’s been by your side for years now. yet at the same time, it felt right. the countless nights you’d fallen asleep beside him, the times he’d patched you up after fights. you glanced up at him, his eyes were flicking back and forth from your eyes, to your lips, and back up again. he leaned in, lips brushing against yours. you jerked your body away, hands pushing at his chest. a look of horror rose upon his face, eyes widening.

“i’m sorry…I thought you were into me,” his face flushed, a dusty rose brimming his cheeks.

“i-i,” your brows knitted as you searched for words. “it’s okay. I'm just-” his eyes settled on yours. you stayed silent, your lips parted as if you were about to speak.

“are you?” he cocked an eyebrow at you, egging you on.

“yes!” The word rushed out of your mouth. “but-” his gaze was still fixed on you, unrelenting. “i don’t know,” you sighed. keigo and you sat in a pungent silence. your teeth gritted as your mind blanked.

“for how long?”

There wasn’t even a single doubt about it. from the second you’d  met him you’d had these feelings, the time you’d spent together only made them blossom.

“since we met.” your words were muffled by your sweatpants, head now buried in the fabric.

“why…” he stopped. you peered at him from out of the corner of your eyes. he was chewing on his lip, eyes darting around the room. “why haven’t we…” his words drawled on as if the end of his sentence would never come.

“i like having you in my life and I don’t want to fuck it up.” you sat up, legs dropping off of the couch.

“you’re not going to fuck it up, what is there to fuck up?” his words hit you. you didn’t have an answer, you didn’t even know if there was one. “nothing.”

“kei,” you started, not knowing what there was to say. you felt your heart fluttering as you looked up at him. “kiss me?”

he leaned in, hand coming up to cup your cheek. he paused for a moment, looking you in the eyes before dipping down to press his lips to yours. It was soft and warm, the two of you moved in sync. his warm breath tickled your face with every exhale. you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, edging you toward opening your mouth. you complied. his tongue slithered into your mouth, colliding with your own, moving against the rhythm of his lips. his hand moved to squeeze your hip, thumb pushing at the hem of your shirt. you pulled back to catch your breath. your chest heaved as you struggled to bring in air. a small strand of saliva hung between keigos and your lips, breaking as keigo dipped his head down again, this time his lips began trailing up your neck.

it started out as soft, then slowly shifting to harsh bites and nips at your skin. soon enough he was sucking dark marks into your skin. you squirmed in his hold as he worked away, marking the skin of my neck. your fingers carded through the blonde trusses on his head, tugging gently as he worked. But he pulled away, breaking from your grasp. he worked the fabric of his shirt over his head,working his shirt over the maroon feathers on his back. He tossed the shirt to the side before grabbing onto your knees and pulling your body further down the couch. he was hovering over you, the once bright gold of his iris turned into small hints of medallion tracing along his blown out pupils. he pushed your knees to the side, making room for his hips.

“is this okay?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your knee. you nodded, biting down on your lip as you watched him lean down. his lips met yours again, the kiss much more hasty and needy than before. his hands began sliding under your shirt, cold fingers pricking your warm skin as the digits pushed higher and higher, stopping around the band of your bra. you pulled your shirt over your head, letting it drop behind you. he pushed the band of your bra over your tits, hands pawing at your nipples. he leaned in, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, teeth gently grazing the skin as he sucked and licked. you let out a sigh as his hand roughly tweaked the skin. his hips ground into yours, even through the fabric of his jeans you could feel his stiffening cock.

you whimpered as he pulled back with a loud pop. you grabbed onto his belt, undoing it and pulling it through the loops of his pants. he fiddled with the button of his jeans, wasting no time discarding them among the growing pile of clothes. his hands gripped onto your sweatpants, tugging them down your hips. you shifted your weight to help him ease the fabric off. soon he was back between your legs, grinding against you. you could feel heat pooling in your core. his lips attacked your neck. bruises sprouting from your skin as his lips drew higher.

“i can feel how wet you are,” he gently bit down on your earlobe. you felt yourself clenching around nothing. he slid his hands between the both of your bodies, cupping your cunt. he groaned as his fingers slid up and down your clothed core.

“stop teasing,” you whimpered, covering your mouth with your hand.

“as you wish.” he chuckled, pulling your underwear down your legs. you hissed at the feeling of the cold air hitting your exposed skin. keigo began trailing his lips down your neck stopping to suck on your nipples once more before lowering even further. he bit into the skin on your hip, earning a soft moan from you. he gripped your legs and threw them over his shoulders, diving in. his tongue flicked your clit. your back arched, hands coming to tug at his hair. he groaned, the vibrations causing you to curse as you bucked your hips into his face.

two fingers circled around your entrance before slowly diving in and slipping back out. his lips closed around your clit, and he began harshly sucking as he penetrated you once more with his fingers. you moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head. he started a steady pace, fingers curling up as he thrusted. your toes curled and the muscles in your abdomen began to squeeze. a stream of moans fell from your lips. with a loud pop he pulled off and returned to flicking your clit. you body jolted, hips moving away from the stimulation. he threw an arm around your stomach, pinning you down.

“fuck! fuck!fuck!fuck!” you moaned, rocking your hips against his face. he thrusted his fingers faster, mouth moving away to bite down on your inner thigh. you cried out, thighs shaking as you neared your peak. and then his tongue was back on you, flicking incessantly at your clit, pushing you over the edge. your back arched off of the couch, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came. your muscles lost tone and fell limp. you collapsed back onto the couch, chest rising and falling as you panted. your vision began to focus, your eyes darting to the blonde between your leg. he was pressing kisses to your thighs and soothing over the bite he left.

“lemme suck you off,” you slurred out through your labored breathing.

“if i don’t get inside you right now I’ll bust,” he pulled his boxers over his hips, cock springing free. pre cum already dripping from the tip.

“let me ride you,” you spoke, more coherent this time. He bit his lip and eyed you down.

“can’t say no to that,” he laid himself down against the arm of the couch and gestured toward himself. He settled his wings behind himself, crimson feathers splayed across the couch like a blanket. you moved to sit in his lap, pressing your lips to him. his fingers ran through my hair as he kissed back, his other hand squeezing my thighs. you pulled back, lifting your hips up and guiding his cock into you. he groaned as you slowly sunk yourself down into him, hands gripping your hips. you bit down on your lip as you gave yourself time to adjust to him. he pressed kisses along your neck, whispering praises into your skin.

you pulled out before slamming yourself back down onto him, starting up a steady rhythm. he cried out, fingers digging into you as you rode him. you called his name over and over until it was a jumbled mess, eyes fixated on his face. his eyes were screwed shut and a deep blush washed over his face. you settled my hands on his chest as leverage to fuck yourself harder onto him, unable to stop the cacophony of moans crawling out of your chest. his thumb brushed against your clit, causing your body to arch.

keigo was quick to pick up the lost rhythm, bending his knees to thrust up into you. you fell forwards against his chest, turning into a moaning mess as he continued his bruising pace on you.

“you like that?” He moaned, fucking up hard into you. you nodded, or tried to. your body had become consumed by pleasure, limbs becoming heavy as you lost yourself. you kissed his neck and cupped my hand over his cheek. your teeth clamped down gently onto his skin before pulling back and soothing over the bite with kisses.

“fuck, I’m gonna cum so hard,” he groaned. you whimpered, gripping onto his arm.

“In me,” you said next to his ear. he moaned and began using his hands to slam your hips down against his own rhythm. your body bounced against him, your insides tightening as you neared your peak.

“fuck, you’re so good,” his lips moved to kiss any bit of skin he could get his hands on. your toes curled and your muscles began to squeeze harder. you cried out his name, clamping down around him as you came, biting down on his shoulder. he groaned, hips stuttering as he spilled inside of you. he thrusted into you, riding out his orgasm before stilling. he let go of your hips and pulled you close, kissing your cheek.

“was that okay?” he asked, stroking your hair.

“you were amazing,” you grinned, nuzzling into the warmth of his neck.

“no I mean, was it okay that we did that?” He gripped your chin, pulling you back to look at him. he looked worried, lips formed into a thin line. but your only thoughts were how you wanted to lie with him forever.

“yeah. i really enjoyed it.” you pressed a kiss to his lips. his lips curled into a smile as he pulled you closer.

“i guess that means i gotta take you out to dinner then.” he chuckled. you could feel the rumble of his chest against yours.

“a little backwards but I’ll take it.”

[prodixal]

“Oh you have, have you?” brows rise in question, and a frown is quick to mellow under a smile. “Now what could have possibly made me green with jealousy? I do not recall.” no shortage of things, truly, but he was curious which instances stuck out -- or if it was all spoken in jest. Sometimes it was difficult to tell where the jokes ended and the truth began. “Aye, you’re charming alright." he'll nudge her at that, looking away as he does. "Bit annoying really.” Rickon did not know how to feel, not entirely. He was happy, sure, but a part of him also knew that people often did the same things for entirely different reasons. And it made him uneasy -- the possibility of their reasons being so vastly different, of them meaning vastly different things. “I was hesitant.” he admits, then his eyes will find her a mere moment before they shift back to joint hands. “Most of my life I have been very good at - reading people. At...gauging the outcomes of things. The risks, the rewards..." his voice is quiet and even, as he's letting the words fall off a tired mind. "I cannot gauge you. It's funny I -- I tell myself I know you, but --" a beat "I don't know why you say the things you say or...offer the things you offer...I do not know if --" eyes find her again, narrowed in that thought. "-- 'why' really matters, or not." At the tap against his nose, a gentle grin will appear, and he'll catch her finger to place a kiss at its tip. Quick and sudden. “Good.” he says, letting go only to laugh at her following words. “You do not want to grant me such a permission. Believe me.” his heart is faster, only just, and his skin grows warm beneath her touch. “We will never reach Old Town, if you do.” throat clears. "We'll never leave this room." in a strange way, such a thought comforts him. He did not wish to ever leave this tavern, this room, this bed. Perhaps there was a universe, somewhere far, where they never do. Then a sudden laugh will leave his chest again, moving their joint hands along with the ribs beneath them. "Yes no I fully understand." he says through it and his head nods poorly against the pillow. "Last time I went jousting I almost kissed Ser Rodrick instead, quite embarrassing -- his wife and children were there." Once the jest of it mellows, and his mind shifts to the compliments at hand, he'll assume a common sort of shyness. "Your siblings and…cousins have Valyrian features and yet…" they were not her. They were not so beautiful he could recognise them blind. So beautiful he would choose the sight of them over that of northern lights across the winter sky. Over the sight of sun setting behind the horizon of white snow, painting it red and orange and purple as it settles home. There was beauty, and then there was her. And so he looks at her, letting his eyes absorb features in a manner he had denied them for much too long, and he thinks perhaps this is what eyes were made for. Perhaps it is why he had them all along. A smile will carve into his lips, knowing he could not well say all of that. It was his to feel, to think, to ponder. "I better keep my thoughts to myself."

As those thoughts gather once more to ground him in the moment, her shrug and offer find him both amused at the lips, and sort of confused at the eyes. “How could I possibly ask more of you?” his question is genuine and sweet, they could not truly get any physically closer. And yet, he had wanted it all the same. Whatever 'it' was. “What kind of a friend would I be?” he will take a hold of her braid, moving it back over her shoulder as she lifts her chin to look at him. "I have been much too greedy with you as is." When she speaks again, it is her tone which holds more weight than the words themselves. It helps him understand better, in a way, though it was still not quite enough. “Pity and help…help out of pity -- much like jousting and kissing it is difficult to tell the difference.” smile does not fade, but it does mellow as he says, “I understand though. I think.” he'll sink deeper into her arms, as her fingers brush against his scalp and his body relaxes enough for his words to quiet. “Only -- I do not want you to do...or offer things solely for my benefit. They must benefit you too in, in some way.” Rickon did not much enjoy feeling like he simply took things, with no consideration for the wants of others. Not in general, but especially not with her. Permanency was a concept he seldom spoke of, and yet as she questions him he cannot quite decipher her understanding of the matter which he spoke. “In which way?” he asks, but as he waits for her response he'll move up gently to face her, and his eyes will soften as his fingers sink into the hair braided away behind her ear. “Is that…alright with you?” Her gentleness is soothing, and her words while soft and quiet, do travel deeper than he was prepared for. She had known him, it seemed, known him enough to notice certain patterns, to speak them. His heart warms again at the thought, that she could see him and still want him around. “I wish I was more like you...in that sense." he says finally, frown just as soft, words just as quiet as her own. "I never learnt how to live, not really.” all he knew was to worry, or dream. “It helps, when things are bad, you know?" eyes search for her quick before his head rests back down against her. "Knowing they won’t stay that way. Time changes all things it is...inevitable. There is comfort to be had...in knowing that." a gentle and tired sigh escapes him, as he closes his eyes. "But when things are good…” the same applies. And it becomes harder to absorb the moment, even if such a knowledge makes the moment itself so much...sweeter. If only he could enjoy its sweetness more, and mourn its passing less. “You help, though..." his head sinks then, into the space between her neck and her shoulder, chin rested at the collar bone as his arm wraps around her waist. He can feel the exhaustion overcoming, the sensation of her fingers like a lullaby within his hair, and the words are slow now, slower than before. "I meant what I said, before --" a breath in is quiet and drawn out. "You help me forget...myself."

" I HAVE SEEN YOU JEALOUS ." daeny replies with an arch of her brow , the ghost of a smile still on her lips even as she playfully reaches for his jaw with her free hand . " i've witnessed you absolutely green with it too ." she teases lightly as she gives his jaw a shake , her eyes twinkling to see an expression so similar to her own on his face . " also , nothing is unbecoming on me , i am incredibly charming ." she jests with a huff , even if she cannot truthfully say that anything is unbecoming on him either . but still . it is the principle of the thing . she blinks in surprise at the declaration , allowing him to move in closer without protest as she runs a finger over one of the lines of his palm . she meets his widened eyes with a softening of her own , and she nods . " i would have ." she shrugs with the words , playfully raising her chin as she looks to their joint hands to honestly say , " i was planning to offer downstairs but you seemed as if you would be opposed so i decided against it ." her eyes soften further as he places that kiss to her hand , and despite herself daenya finds her lips twitching . " ... well , i did not say i minded the theft ." daenya emphasizes , and despite the lightness of the words she meets rickon's eyes with them . " i am only jesting ." she joins him in gazing upon their hands , humming lightly . " but it is good to know i am permitted whenever i wish ." a beat before she meets his eyes again , before she's pulling one of her fingers from where it is interwoven with his to tap a finger to his nose . " you are also permitted if that isn't clear ." a smile twists over her lips at the sound of his laughter , her grin almost impish as she nods to his words . " they are very , very similar , i fear . entirely too similar !" she japes lightly , her eyes sparkling before she sighs and says , " i near got confused and pulled out a javelin earlier . it is all so very bewildering ." daenya's cheeks go a bit warm with the compliment . it was one thing for her to joke about such things and another entirely for rickon to say them with such sincerity . " well , valyrian features are a rarity ." daenya replies even as she shifts enough to lay half on top of him , her chin resting on his sternum and her free palm over his heart . her brows arch as he continues , her eyes meeting his as she says , " you wish for more of me even now ?" the question is coloured in an amused sort of surprise as daeny scans his face . it is after a beat of consideration that she simply says , " i would give it you , you know ." a shrug . " if you asked ." daeny pouts a bit at his next words , huffing even as she says , " such questions will mislead !" in truth there is no bite to the words , and no true frustration behind her eyes . in fact , all that is reflected there is the slightest sheepishness as rickon continues , combined with a surprise that provokes a defense of , " it was not pity ! i wished to help you !" this at the very least must be vocalized . for such a line of thought simply could not stand . " besides , i did think that you longed for the fingers of another ." daeny reminds him with an arch of her brows . " i didn't realize that i was apparently permanent ." her eye twinkle the slightest bit with the words , with a playfulness that fades quickly into something softer . " at least not ... in that way ." her fingers are still rubbing gently into his scalp , her eyes meeting his with words that hold silent question . " ... but you are saying i am ." daeny could say she has to wrap her mind around such permanence but that would be a lie . it was supposed to be her and rickon truly . it was at least the way she'd always planned it , and daeny truly planned very little . she simply knew within her that they would orbit each other forever , no matter the circumstances . no matter distance or marriage or what have you . that they would survive it all .

but perhaps rickon has been thinking of that permanence differently . daeny finds herself toying with such an idea in her mind as she watches him seemingly become melancholic before her very eyes . her frown is soft . " ... you are still in it and you already thinking of forgetting it ." daeny says softly as her fingers continue to play with his curls with a gentleness that is laced within her words . her brows knit ever so slightly together . " if you always mourn before death i don't believe there's much room to live , rickon ."

[fritzes]

alex michelsen upsets eleventh seed stefanos tsitsipas in the first round of the 2025 australian open

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

real talk having the 2nd worst new years eve yet 🤢🤢🤢 (throat infection, twisted neck, banged-about-foot, ego AND the rest o' me all bruised like misjuggled peaches 🍑🍑🍑)

im bent outa shape and suspectin the universe owes me 8 buck if anyone wannsa chip in

[iniziare]

Following my usual daily ventures on X and Tumblr, I realized that there's two things that I wanted to address/bring up. So, as per usual: spoilers. /echo, echo.

— The Fade prison is still failing. It needed replacement (which is referenced on several occasions, but a big one is during the memory with Mythal that expands on the DAI scene), and nothing in current lore tells me that this has changed in any way: it's still failing. Nothing I can find says that it now being bound to Solas, who is decently weaker than Elgar'nan, magically 'resolves' that issue. Therefore, his 'atonement' doesn't automatically equate to an 'eternal imprisonment', even if Lavellan's choice of words for going with him include 'forever', for she simply doesn't know what she's walking into or for how long, and instead enforces this tether to him from the deepest form of trust one one else could ever find (heartbreak.mp3). The atonement lasts as long as Rook decides as they hold the dagger, or until the Veil falls on its own. But that touches on another topic briefly: if you want to 'punish' Solas the most, or longest— though this ending is 'kindest' (not quite), it is the one that keeps him in the prison the longest. The dagger trick (this warrants a post on its own, and it's the only one I have writing beef with, character 'bias' aside), or the worst ending(s) all send the lyrium dagger with him, which, has you wonder if he's then simply given the opportunity to slice into the Veil, and slip out. Does the prison need a host, if said host holds the lyrium dagger? And even if he couldn't what could he do from inside after 'Pride' has been taunted, and 'punished' (in Rook's, and the audience's eyes), since again, he is in possession of his dagger? There is no atonement here, only resentment from a spirit that is now even closer to finding its fully perverted nature of a Pride demon. So I think if speaking morally across the board, which option is really 'for the greater good of Thedas', instead of personal resentment (though understandable)? But in that, I like that we're repeatedly told that we don't know, and we're making it up as we go. Out of all protagonists, Rook's personal journey of mental development is the most intriguing to me, and arguably (in my opinion), is the most 'human' in the sense that I think they give us the most relatable options of choice, understandable/relatable resentment being one of them. But anyway, I digress: if the atonement ending isn't chosen, then I definitely think the story isn't quite concluded, even though I don't believe that it ever really is.

— Blood magic. No, Solas has no loathing for the nature of blood magic at its essence. He stated so very clearly back in DAI during a conversation with the Inquisitor in Haven, and the bit of the conversation that pertains to my point goes as follows: 'Magic is magic, just as water is water, but it can be used in different ways. (...) Dalish magic is more practical, not needing Chantry approval, although they still frown on blood magic. Superstition.' And when you ask him to elaborate, 'You said censure against blood magic was a superstition...' He adds: 'Most modern cultures forbid blood magic. Publicly, even Tevinter disapproves of it. But as I said, magic is magic. It matters only in how it is used.' And yes, I can already hear it, I know exactly what point will be brought up (lucky me, I found a video that touches on this exact topic that showcases both scenes): and I want to say firmly that no, this is not a retcon, nor is it Solas changing his mind, nor is this a total and utter lie (he rarely, rarely lies that fully, and clearly). He simply states that he abhors the use of it, as in— he, himself, despises using it; which is why he so firmly says no to Cole, when the notion is brought up in DAI. Now yes, he did employ the use of blood magic in relation to Rook (the extents, I need to do research on, as it's obvious that Solas absolutely winged that part of this 'plan', but all of it is also a bit flimsily written due to, for starters, the details that Varric shares being incredibly personal at times, but I digress), and I see so many on X and whatnot complain of how this means that 'Solas changed his mind', no— what it intends to show you, is the ferocity with which he believes that he, and only he, is able to fix what he broke. The game intends to show you that over, and over again, and it is to prove just how far a spirit can be pushed from where it started. And no, stop approaching Solas as if he is your regular elf next door, or anything but exactly what he is: a spirit. Trying to sway a spirit from its nature is incredibly difficult (we'll go into Mythal, and the nature of his care, and devotion to her that started the journey of his spirit's perversion, another day), and that is literally the explanation behind what people are calling an 'inconsistency'. It's called desperation, but more so, the strength of a belief, or more specifically, how far something that is akin to being... the 'personification' of a belief can go in, well, its own belief. I think Solas has proven that one can go very far. The perversion of spirits, and the reality of what demons then truly are, is a tragedy that Dragon Age has been trying to prove to us for years. It doesn't take away the wrongs that they can do once they get twisted, but it's tragic, because spirits are benevolent; serene, and peaceful at their core. And it's kind of heartbreaking to know that something so purely good, can be pulled from that nature.

[lokittystuckinatree]

2 months later almost to the day and I’m still literally sobbing into my pillow about the Shakespearean tragedy that was Sylki

[thornilee013]

Happy Wednesday! YAY!! I’m so excited for you! I hope you have the most amazing time! Also, as someone who spent roughly 14 years with a marine biology special interest, I absolutely did not notice that you didn’t include the names of fish so you are so good haha. I’ve really been enjoying the aquarium scenes in baby Jean! I spent years watching documentaries about aquariums/aquarium construction/marine biology and begging for trips the the aquarium any time we were close to one. The little aquatic theme to baby Jean so far has been so fun for me!

When you have some time, could I please get some baby Jean? I hope you and your dogs are staying warm!! 🤍🤍🤍

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Jean fought the urge to cry as he looked around himself for any hint of his family. Instead, he was surrounded by strangers. He leaned back against the glass of the exhibit and sat down, cradling his chin in his hands.

MASTERPOST

[christine-ye]

Current PreCure tier list because why not? Should note that I don't have any Cures I actually hate but some of them (especially Yui) are ranked so low because I didn't like how their writing was handled

[coopereliashawkins]

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