#the group entirely is far from traditional and i love it!!! i love a love and pain that transcends time plot

[lambjock]

i think that viewing the little hope relationships as just ‘family’ ( specifically : blood family, ones with traditional roles and relationships, one bred from a nuclear familial structure ) has a habit of dismissing them entirely. it is not blood that binds them together, nor is it family structures, and throughout every iteration of their lives things change. sometimes they’re merely neighbors with a slim portion of blood relation, sometimes they’re bound by flimsy paper or war, and sometimes they’re students at a college following their professor around. the nature of their relationships change, as do their circumstances and surroundings, but they ( as a mismatched unit ) are eternally bound and divided by a child and an inherent, unescapable tragedy. the important aspect of their relationships is that they are agonized individuals who are stuck together and wouldn’t like to be. the important theme between them is that despite their determined suffering, all the bad ways they clash, and in spite of a bubbling self loathing so awful that it literally kills them, they have found love and comfort in each other anyway, or perhaps have realized a love that has always been there. there’s no ‘i love you as a daughter’ between angela and taylor, just as much as there isn’t any ‘i love you as a sibling’ between dennis and tanya. they just love each other. even the clarke family, arguably the most familial bond they have, still isn’t traditional. none of them are blood and all of them are strangers inside their own home. they don’t look alike and they don’t share dna and they typically don’t care for the facade of a family either, more content to treat each other like roommates at best, and that’s fascinating because why would they care? why would standard labels matter to souls as ancient as theirs? it’s just another flesh they adorn, it’s just another pain they’ll carry and shape and hate. idk! i just think forcing titles on it all is rather boring in nature, and actively hinders the genuine relationships there, in an attempt to have a rulebook of sorts to follow. i also just loathe how the found family trope is constantly turned into a literal family, when it was made to spit in the face of a nuclear family structure. but that’s just me <3

[autonomousroboticorganism]

they get jealous (TF Prime)

featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader

summary - the bots have trouble witnessing you interact with/stare at another bot/human, and you think it's cute/funny

warnings - none

*(R/M/N) - random male name

OPTIMUS PRIME

Optimus is far from a jealous guy. He trusts you with every fibre of his being, and he does not and will never doubt you because his faith in you is that strong. He knows how dedicated and committed you are to him, so he never has to worry about that. It's just that sometimes he is unsure of himself because he is big, alien and unaccustomed to human tradition.

When Fowler brings in a human soldier to assist with missions that require human intervention, Optimus is initially agreeable to the idea. There has been a need for someone to run interference for the bots when Fowler wasn't available, which was evident a few times during the course of the last few months.

"This is Private (R/M/N)," Fowler introduced him when everyone, imcluding you and the other humans, were gathered all together. "The department has decided that a younger and more...active," he said the word disdainfully, "human recruit was needed."

Miko let out a giggle, earning Fowler's glare, and you had to try your hardest to keep from grinning. It was kind of funny.

"Private, this is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots," Fowler went on to gesture at your lover. "I trust that you will work well together." And with that, the older man left.

(R/M/N) and Optimus spoke for a moment, before the human soldier turned his attention towards you and Jack, Raf and Miko. He looked relieved at the sight of other humans, and made his way over to join your group.

"Hi," he smiled sheepishly, "Is it as every bit daunting as I think it is spending so much time around these titans?"

"You get used to it," Miko grinned. "So, how many battles have you been in?"

"Miko!" You and Jack scolded simultaneously.

"No, it's okay," (R/M/N) chuckled, "I don't think I've seen as much war as Optimus, but I've been on a few rough assignments in rough places." He then launched into an explanation.

While the soldier spoke, Optimus walked over to listen. But he was quickly distracted when (R/M/N) began to only look at you, and began exaggerating his heroics in a blatant attempt to impress you. No one noticed except for Jack and Optimus, who exchanged looks.

"Excuse me, Private, (R/M/N)," the Prime finally decided to cut in when he'd had enough of the soldier's flirtatious looks and subtle flirting, "May I borrow my partner, (Name), for a moment?"

"Oh, you guys are dating?" He sounded disappointed. "Sure."

You were happy to go off with Optimus, as always. You had no idea he was feeling a little jealous, until you noticed that he wasn't talking about anything as you guys walked away.

"Optimus," you called for his attention, smirking, "Are you perhaps...a little jealous, of the new guy?"

"I do not know what you mean," he pretended to be clueless.

"Uh huh...So what did you need me for?"

"I needed you for...cuddling," he ended up saying, the word still sounding foreign in his voice. Which only gave him away further.

You laughed, "That's cute. You don't have to be jealous of that guy, babe. You're way more impressive, and I think we've established that my type is a certain big, strong and handsome Prime. There's nothing for you to worry about at all."

He seemed to relax after you said this, a smile forming on his lips, "That is good to hear. Thank you, (Name)."

"Anything for you."

BUMBLEBEE

Bumblebee trusts you with his entire spark. But his jealousy often stems from the fact that he's an alien robot who is so much bigger than you and thus harder for you to love, and that he can't speak to you like a normal person/Cybertronian. You, of course, understand him and constantly reassure him that you love him regardless of his inability to speak, and regardless of how big or alien he is. He's your Bumblebee, and you do everything you can to remind him of that.

But when Fowler introduces a new recruit, a human soldier to run interference when he's unavailable, Bumblebee starts to get uneasy just knowing that there's a human male your age (Jack too, but Bumblebee trusts Jack) around the base.

"Huh, maybe this won't be so bad after all," (R/M/N) commented after his eyes settled on you, and he started to approach.

Bumblebee's jealousy is ignited in that moment, and fueled by his inability to tell the soldier off for that remark. He crossed his large arms and became a pouty, cross scout, watching you talk to the soldier.

"They're fun to be around," you were telling him. "It's sometimes frightening, but these are the good ones. They're like family now."

"It must be hard having to keep this secret to yourself," he moved closer, sympathetic. "I'm open to being a confidant if you ever need one."

Bumblebee started complaining and whining to Smokescreen, the closest bot to him. He was asking your guardian to tell the soldier off for him, because his flirting was setting Bee off. Smokescreen found this amusing, much to Bee's chagrin.

But you noticed your scout was distressed, and excused yourself to go and approach him, "Bee, sweetheart, are you alright?"

He crossed his arms and pretended to be nonchalant, but when he said 'what do I care if you're making another male friend', you started laughing as you realised what was wrong.

"Bumblebee, are you jealous?"

He beeped and whirred defensively, claiming that he wasn't jealous and he was completely fine and nothing was wrong. All of this made you laugh even harder, and he whined in complaint.

"I'm sorry baby," you giggled, "I just think it's so funny and so cute how you're jealous of someone who I wouldn't even look twice at. Seriously, he's nothing compared to you, my one and only." You started scaling his leg. "You are the only one I have my eyes on Bee, and I won't talk to him any more than I have to because I have my incredibly wonderful boyfriend to spend all my time with. I enjoy our conversations more, even if you're unable to talk, okay? I always have, and I always will."

He felt better after you said that, and scooped you up when you had just reached his waist. He held you in his servo for a moment before nuzzling your smaller form against his face, making you giggle and wrap your arms around his helm.

"My sweet Bumblebee," you kept telling him, praising him and flustering him until he'd forgotten what he was jealous about.

KNOCK OUT

Unsurprisingly, Knock Out never had any fears about you leaving him for someone better, because he considered himself the best. The best looking, the best lover, the best physician, etc. That and he felt secure in your relationship, he knew you wouldn't want to leave him even if you could. You were just as obsessed with him as he was with you. His pretty little human girlfriend.

Unfortunately, he did not consider that you might be in awe of one of the Autobots.

He had taken you out of the warship to let you get some fresh air, as he did so every week. Being stuck on the Nemesis wasn't good for a human, that much he knew, and you needed to get more human food anyway.

He didn't expect it to turn into a high speed chase with the Autobots.

"Is that Bumblebee?" You suddenly asked, looking out the window at a black-and-yellow vehicle speeding up beside Knock Out. "That's such a cool car!"

Knock Out let out a growl, before ramming the Autobot a little harder than necessary. The scout spun off the road, and you laughed.

"Jealous much?"

"I am not jealous!" He protested, "I always do that to the Autobots."

"Right..."

You continued to watch the yellow Autobot pursue your boyfriend, amazed at how quick and agile the scout was. He was skilled for a mere scout, and you wondered why he hasn't been promoted.

"Stop admiring Bumblebee!" Knock Out hissed, jealousy clear as daylight in his voice.

"I'm not!"

"I can see you staring!"

"Okay, okay, sorry," you laughed, finding his reaction cute. "But you know you're much better than he is, right? I don't have to tell you that."

He called for an emergency groundbridge, and sped into it the moment it opened. He liked to taunt the Autobots, but he didn't want to risk it with you inside. His first priority was to get you to safety so they wouldn't take you away from him, and apparently ignore you like a little child because of what happened.

"Knock Out, babe," you laughed, "Why are you pouting?"

"I'm not pouting!"

You raised an eyebrow, "You finally speak to me."

"Sorry, I thought you wanted to talk to Bumblebee," he responded dryly.

"So you were jealous!" You smirked, then tried to get closer to him. "You don't have to be, you know. He's cool but nowhere near as cool as you. I mean you're sleek, shiny and you've got the best paintjob I've ever seen." In times like this, buttering him up usually worked. "You're the most attractive Cybertronian I have ever seen, and I love watching you fight because of the way you move. You have a certain elegance to your movements, which I think is really impressive."

He side-eyed (optic-ed?) you for a moment, before giving in, "Fine. Come here."

You grinned and rushed to his open servo.

SMOKESCREEN

Smokescreen gets jealous a little too easily. He's not an insecure bot, but he does worry that since he isn't from here and he's not like you, maybe one day you'd get tired of not being able to do everything human couples can and you'd leave him for a human. He trusts you, but sometimes he's reminded that you're both very different and it hits him hard. Fortunately, you do everything to ensure him that you are not going to leave him and that you actually prefer him over any human boy.

However, his jealousy returns when Agent Fowler brings another human to the base. This one is a soldier, a young one just a little older than you, but not by much. Fowler said it was because the soldier could help when he was unavailable, but Smokescreen was not impressed.

"Do you ever get used to having giants walk around you?" (R/M/N) asked you when the introductions had ended.

"Eventually," you answered. "They're careful where they walk, in case you're worried about about that."

Because you and the soldier were similar ages, you could talk about a few things you couldn't with your younger human friends. So when you spent an inordinate amount of time talking to him, you didn't see anything wrong with that. But Smokescreen, the clingy bot he was, wanted your attention now. And it was annoying him that you were still talking to (R/M/N).

"Hey, sorry to interrupt but I just need (Name) for a moment," the young bot cut in, scooping you up without waiting for a response from you or (R/M/N).

You laughed, noticing the irritated look on his usually cheerful face, "I didn't think it was possible for you to get jealous, you're so happy and optimistic all the time. What's got you so worried, hmm?"

"Nothing," he grumbled, not meeting your eyes. "I'm fine."

You found it cute how he thought he could lie to you, "You don't have to worry about (R/M/N), you know. I don't plan on being with anyone but you. You're the coolest guy I know, and I don't think I could feel this way about anyone else. Now stop pouting, you big baby. I'm all yours."

He mumbled something unintelligible but gave in, letting you kiss his cheek. Instantly his worries melted away and he was smiling again, that bright smile you loved so much.

"Do you really mean that?" He asked, still a little nervous.

"I really mean it, Smokescreen," you assured him, "I promise. You are my one and only and no human guy is going to change that."

"Oh so I should be worried about Cybertronian guys, then?"

"I never said that!" When he started laughing, you grumbled, "I think I liked it better when you were jealous." And he just laughed even more at that.

WHEELJACK

Wheeljack doesn't get jealous a lot, if not ever. He feels secure enough in your relationship to trust that you won't leave him for any human guy, and he's not worried about the Autobot mechs. Much less the Decepticon ones. He just sometimes doesn't like how someone talks to you, or he'll get annoyed when you spend so much time talking to someone else and not enough time with him. Because yes, sometimes he just wants you and when you're occupied he tends to sulk. Everyone knows when, because he's a lot moodier than usual.

Like now, for example. Agent Fowler had brought in another human to help the team, in case he was ever unavailable. To make matters worse, it was a human male soldier that had tons of stories to tell, which piqued yours and Miko's interest.

Wheeljack had just finished a mission with Bulkhead and Ultra Magnus - much to his chagrin, he had been forced to go with Optimus's second-in-command. When he returned with those two, he noticed you and Miko sitting with the new guy and listening to yet another one of his stories.

"...but he timed the explosive wrong, so we were thrown a few feet into the air while trying to get out of the house. His eyebrow was scorched off, but he laughed the whole situation off like it was nothing."

Miko said something bizarre about eyebrows, while you managed a small laugh. You hadn't seemed to notice that the Wreckers were back, and it only added to Wheeljack's irritation.

"His stories better than mine, sweetheart?" The bot walked over, and didn't even try to hide the annoyance in his tone.

"Huh?" You were confused, but then shook your head, "No, of course not. He was just telling us about one of his closest encounters."

"You call that a close encounter?" Wheeljack scoffed, then looked at Bulkhead, "If only he knew."

You raised an eyebrow, starting to suspect. Wheeljack never boasted about his own adventures unless he was trying to make a point or he was feeling cooped up and wanted to convince someone to let him go track a con to beat up.

"Yeah, you must have some crazy stories," (R/M/N) agreed.

You laughed and stood up, going over to the Wrecker who was narrowing his optics at the human soldier, "Something the matter? Is the big, strong Wrecker intimidated by a human?"

"Intimidated?" He growled, "I'm not intimidated."

"Then what is it?"

"What's what?"

"Wheeljack."

He sighed, holding his servo out to you to get onto, "I just don't like that he's taking up your time with his boring stories."

You laughed again, "Boring? Oh, you are jealous."

He looked at you sceptically, and you laughed once more as he spoke, "Jealous of a small human who hasn't even seen half the things I have? Not a chance."

"Okay, tough guy. But you don't have to be upset, I like listening to your stories more. They're way more exciting," you kissed his faceplate.

"That's right. Don't you forget it."

SOUNDWAVE

Soundwave doesn't express emotions around anyone but you. And even then, he uses the screen on his visor to communicate. However, that doesn't mean that he doesn't feel. He doesn't feel as strongly as others, but he still feels. But he doesn't show it in the way others do. Unfortunately, since you came under his care he found himself doing a lot of things unexpected of him.

You liked to talk. You spoke enough for both you and the silent Decepticon, and he listened intently. When you spoke to him, he gave you all his attention knowing he can't talk back. And some very small part of him thinks that it troubles you that he doesn't talk to you.

He's not at all disappointed or upset when you make a friend in Knock Out, who loves to talk about himself to you. Soundwave is content that you have someone to have animated discussions with while he's busy, but eventually it gets to a point where you hang out more with Knock Out than you do with him.

Like today, he finished a task for Megatron and walked to his berthroom, expecting to find you reading and waiting for him like you usually did. However, you weren't there, so he proceeded to check Knock Out's lab. And you were there, lying asleep against one of Knock Out's tools, though Soundwave noted it wasn't a dangerous one.

"Ah Soundwave, I was just about to call you," the mad doctor approached. "She fell asleep a little while ago."

The silent Decepticon nodded and picked you up gently, holding you in a manner that didn't disturb your nap. Without another word to Knock Out, he left with you and took you back to his berthroom. You woke up on his berth, and looked around in confusion.

"Soundwave?" You called, noticing he was for once not looking at you. And he was obviously aware you were awake. "What's wrong?"

He typed something out on his screen: you fell asleep in the lab so I brought you here.

"I'm sorry," you apologised, feeling guilty though you didn't know why. "I just lost track of time. And I didn't want to disrupt your work, I know you're handling something important for Megatron."

He shook his head, then typed out: I can do both. You do not disturb me. I also like to see you at any given moment.

You smiled at that, "I'll keep that in mind next time."

He responded with another message saying that he's going to try and finish earlier so he can spend a little time with you before you sleep. He would never admit it, but he was jealous of how often you got to see others because he was always working. Maybe he needed to change that.

SHOCKWAVE

Like Soundwave, Shockwave is often busy because Megatron entrusts him with so many important projects and tasks. He barely has time some days to spend with you, as you're usually asleep when he's finally done. He is content with holding your sleeping form, but he would rather you be awake to tell him about your day.

So when you make another friend aboard the ship, Shockwave doesn't think much of it at first but soon realises that his busy schedule is pushing you towards someone else, even if it's not purposely.

You suddenly ran into the lab giggling and laughing as you looked over your shoulder. Laserbeak followed seconds later, the little metal bird entertaining you while Shockwave worked. He had to admit, he didn't think Soundwave would have been the best option for a friend for you, but he was the least hostile. You were probably safer with him than any others.

That thought made Shockwave stop for a moment, an ugly feeling filling him. He was by no means insecure, but he knew he could be too engrossed in his work, and he knew he was physically imposing. He'd scared you the first time you'd met, and he often wondered how safe you felt around him.

"Soundwave's surveillance drone seems to like you," the scientist noted as he continued his work, glancing at you once to make sure he knew where you were.

"Oh, yeah!" You beamed. "Soundwave added a new feature that allows Laserbeak to actually interact with me!"

You sounded so excited that Shockwave turned to look at you, seeing how much fun you were having. He didn't have anything that could elicit such laughter from you, and a small part of him was tempted to shoot Laserbeak.

"If you would like, I can create something even better for you," he suggested, "You could help me design it." Maybe that was also an excuse to have you around him more often.

Your eyes lit up at the idea, and you sent Laserbeak back to Soundwave as you climbed onto Shockwave's table, "That sounds fun! What do we start with?"

Shockwave was so good at hiding his emotions, you didn't even know he had been jealous. But your eagerness to help him and spend time with him above everyone else is what put him at ease, knowing he wouldn't be so easily replaced because you were so attached to him.

[mmani-e]

Hello! After all this effort, behold:

DANGANRONPA DEMIX, THH EDITION!

Dr Demix 2

Finally got the talentswap designs I have for the THH characters one and done with! You can click through the read more section for some fun design insights. I'm intending on uploading a doc containing short lore bits about them eventually.

Kyoko Kirigiri - Ultimate Affluent Progeny

So Kyoko's design was both kinda simple, kinda not, wanted to give her a very fine and regal kinda attitude to her but not arrogant as that's very much Byakuya's thing. Her story is that she loves her dad more than the family business and her grandpa so she abandons detective work and just uses her brain to help her dad out.

Makoto Naegi - Ultimate Novelist

Makoto is a wonderful guy, just great all around. He loves writing children's books and happy stories. This is his main coping mechanism so he doesn't have to process any negative emotions he gets, the rest he can't process… well they go into a murderous psychopath alter.

Aoi Asahina - Ultimate Lucky Student

Shoujo protagonist Aoi. Cute, headstrong, affective, competitive, these are all the traits that make her fight for her friends and clash with Kyoko (and more often than not Byakuya) in the killing game, even when all hope seems lost… she pushes through, unafraid to let tears spill from her eyes for all those lost, but pushing all the same.

Byakuya Togami - Ultimate Detective

This one, I wanna go into more lore territory, cause I kinda memed around his last desc I gave him so here goes:

"A disgraced heir of the Togami household, Byakuya lost the competition that would've secured his riches. Disdainful and bitter, he sought out to get to the bottom of why he lost, uncovering a rabbit hole in the process. By the end, he proved his sibling a cheater, but it didn't matter because by the end as he found the sweet satisfaction of uncovering secrets and crushing liars and cheaters under the weight of their hubris far more satisfying than any inheritance."

Sayaka Maizono - Ultimate Spirit Medium

So Sayaka isn't a clairvoyant at all like Yasuhiro, in fact her entire skillset is completely different, first of all she is like an actual psychic, and I based her design off of the japanese Itako, quite loosely. Very interesting group, look it up, also she'll never use these powers in the killing game because I dunno how to even approach these rituals or what they look like or how to write them while remaining respectful, so she won't do it in a killing game for the express reason of her not having the right tools available and not wanting to disrespect her traditions.

Leon Kuwata - Ultimate Swimmer

I really wanna draw him again, all these characters again tbh, and I wanna show off the patterns on his wetsuit. It's a whole coral reef under there, that anemone and clownfish bit is only one part of a whole reef stretching his midline.

Sakura Ogami - Ultimate Programmer

Sakura has installed chips into her body to help optimize her body processes and also cause why not. As for the muscles, she's an Assembly programmer, the programs she's made can run on calculators she loves it.

Chihiro Fujisaki - Ultimate Martial Artist

Chihiro's design here with the two belts is an explicit nod to his preferred martial art - Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, so unlike Sakura in canon who'd be easy to imagine cracking someone's skull in half with a chop, Chihiro's approach is more crawling onto someone and bringing them down to the floor with grappling like an angry halfling monk. As for the belts themselves, on his head is his final junior belt, while around his waist is his current belt, he's not a black belt yet because he's still too young for it.

Celestia Ludenberg - Ultimate Baseball Star

Celestia actually isn't a legend in this AU, Taeko is. Celestia hates that and wants to start a baseball career going international, whatever the hell that means is up to her own definition, but she wants to be remembered forever as Celestia, not Taeko. Also extra sentence, but this is the SINGLE hardest design I've ever had to deal with here, I think in the future I'll be drawing all her little accessories and I have an alt costume for her I have in mind.

Hifumi Yamada - Ultimate Pop Star

So I changed Hifumi's story as I originally outlined in the OG post with him. He was friends with Aoi all his life, pretty much his only friend at all, and ever since he was little he had an obsession with writing songs, because he was obsessed with stuff like anime openings and was content to just keep the songs to himself. It wasn't till Aoi convinced him to share some of his songs that he started his journey to success, but bc he's not traditionally attractive, his first hits were literally just… his voice being played over other more attractive singers and it wasn't until very very recently that he even performed a song of his for the first time.

Toko Fukawa - Ultimate Fanfic Writer

So while Hifumi was clearly a Doujinshi but due to weird translation, ended up as fanfic creator, Touko is straight up a FF then Wattpad then AO3 girl, who would get obsessed with this really shitty, tripe manga that she didn't even like reading. It did however have super hot dudes in it, so she wrote good stories of those characters when she got frustrated with the actual authorial content - which was always.

Yasuhiro Hagakure - Ultimate Gambler

Quite LITERALLY the never stop gambling meme personified into a guy. He can lose 3 mil on slot machines but always comes out fine because it means if he keeps gambling he'll eventually run into his 1/3 and win giga millions, what he needs to pay off his debts. It isn't just with luck though either because his personality and lack of intelligence or understanding of most the rules of the games he plays means he'll never react the way he should when getting a good hand in poker or a bad draw in blackjack, so he wins those games almost always through just… stupidity.

Mukuro Ikusaba - Ultimate Biker

She's number 16 in her gang, and is easily the most loyal enforcer and taskman of the gang. She does anything she's told, to a grim and disciplined degree not typical for hooligan bike gangers, she doesn't really desire a seat as top dog of the gang though, after all she's got school to worry about, and her sister.

Mondo Owada - Ultimate Warlord

So his relationship and Kiyotaka's is gonna be interesting, because I don't want him to be exactly like Mukuro at all, who was just sort of an all-obsessed Yandere. It's more like he's always chafing under Taka, who is less than friendly with him in this AU, really the main way he even lets Taka boss him around is because he pays incredibly well and helps keep his gang members from devolving back into the unstructured, chaotic criminal life, the same that took his brother years ago.

Oh and yeah, he still looks like Guile, as he should.

Sparkling Justice - Ultimate Killer Killer

Yeah it's a reference to Killer Killer, sue me I love the manga. He has Hajirahara's ahoge, and I thought it'd be cute to also give him a mask just like the other Makoto from a Kodaka game series (Raincode.) Also, while Genocide jack stuffs all her scissors in her skirt, Makoto keeps a truth gun with "truth bullets" as his main weapon, the gun he stores inside the big book in the chibi of just Makoto, and the bullets kept on his person as the red buttons all over his body, which he pulls out when he needs to reload.

"Kiyotaka Ishimaru" - Ultimate Fashionista

Unlike Mukuro and Junko, Mondo absolutely cannot hide the fact that he acts nothing like Kiyotaka, though this is surprisingly fine to everyone else, because unlike Junko who plastered herself onto literally everything, Mondo always obfuscated himself from the public spotlight, at most showing only his suits while he hid his face behind something conveniently placed. Which played primarily to his vision of an ultimate fashionista, who was above everyone and catered to the rich and powerful.

Junko Enoshima - Ultimate Moral Compass

This was a fun one, I decided to let her have her red hair because I believe it to be the "natural" look of her hair, while attaching little clips of dyed hair to her buns as a replacement to keep her shape sorta and keep the strawberry blonde somwehere on her. Understand that while she is the "moral compass" she is still pretty deranged, and the only reason she focuses so much on keeping everyone on their best behavior is because it's endlessly entertaining to her to make her fellow moral committee members upset when she blatantly makes a mockery of the rules while still keeping kids on their best behavior to make a point.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru - Ultimate Fashionista and Tyrant, the Iron Hand of Despair

Taka's design I wanted to sort of focus on this sort of, holier-than-thou idea, where I wanted to make him look a lot fancier and upper-class than Junko does in his standard highschool fit compared to him. I wanted him to have an upper-crust sort of look

If you're reading this after reading this all, thanks! You're a wonderful person :) Signing off...

Mani

[hgfictionwriter]

Self Control: Part Fifteen - Wedding (Epilogue)

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Raising a kid certainly derailed your and Jessie's wedding timeline, but after many months, the big day is finally here.

Warnings: G!P content. Oral (J receiving). Fingering. G!P penetrative sex. Possessive language. Preg/breeding kinks. Language.

A/N: Well, everyone, the closing chapter is finally here. To everyone still with me on this journey or those who are new - thank you! I hope you enjoy. Full series is here.

"How are you holding up? I hope you're having a fun night."

Jessie read your message and quietly removed herself from a group conversation to take up a seat on a nearby couch.

"Honestly? A bit overwhelmed lol. Missing you and Riley."

"Yeah, who decided to follow through with these weird traditions of us not spending the night together lol."

"Seriously haha. We can blame my friends for that. But hey - at least we spent the day together, we just aren't allowed to spend the night lol."

"Well...Riley's probably fast asleep with your parents. But, if you want a break from the unrelenting celebrations, there's nothing stopping us from running into each other on a midnight walk."

"I love that idea. Let's do it. Meet over by the dining cabin on the far end of the complex? There shouldn't be anyone over there at this hour. I need probably 10 min."

"Done. See you soon, love."

Jessie realized she was smiling as she put away her phone. She cleared her throat and ran her palms against her thighs as she began to formulate her exit.

Her neutral expression was short lived as her eyes fell upon the three newly inked lines across the wrist of her right hand, more or less a mirror of the ones she'd gotten years prior on her other wrist. These lines though - one for each member of her new family; you, herself and Riley.

"Smiling to yourself the night before your wedding - that's gotta beat sweating bullets and having an existential crisis."

Jessie arched an eyebrow at Janine as she stood.

"Yeah, none of that here," she chuckled as she started to make her way towards the cabin door. "My parents texted. I forgot a bag of Riley's stuff in the car. I'm just gonna go grab that and drop it off at their cabin."

"Oh, I can do that. Stay - this is your night. You can't leave - you're the star of the show."

"Now that has me sweating bullets," Jessie replied dryly with a teasing eyeroll as she grabbed her keys and continued walking. "I'll be back in a bit."

She ignored Janine's persisting rebuttals with a charming smile and a wave as she stepped outside and closed the door behind her. She took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh mountain air as she looked up at a dark sky lit up by twinkling stars and a crescent moon.

She shoved her hands in her pockets and began the trek over to the other side of the complex you and her had rented out for your wedding.

Though both of you would've loved to have little to no fanfare or audience, it really just wasn't feasible no matter how much you tried to trim the invite list. Jessie would've loved simply eloping - going away for a weekend alone and coming back married, but that would've gotten her killed by a multitude of friends and family.

As a compromise though, you wanted to have the wedding be as 'you' as possible, meaning you both found this nice, rustic mountain resort with cabins, hiking trails, a beautiful creek and more as opposed to having it at some fancy venue in the city.

The wedding took a while to get off the ground. What with a baby in the picture and a new club season and international window to work around, all of the effort required to pull a wedding together just fell by the wayside. By the time this day came around, your baby went from a newborn to an 18-month old toddler in the blink of an eye.

The cabin Jessie went to meet you at was dark when she arrived, as expected. It was locked at this hour, but this cabin was far enough away from where all the guests and staff stayed that she wasn't entirely worried about privacy. She went around to the back and leaned against the wall as she waited for you.

She patiently looked up at the constellations until she heard faint footsteps in the distance. A smile crept across her face and evolved into a full blown grin as you rounded the corner, tentatively peeking around.

You put on a mock expression of surprise, a hand to your chest as you approached.

"Oh my gosh. What in the world? I can't believe that you're out here too."

Jessie laughed and mimicked your expression. "No way! So crazy." She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well, what can you do?" She pulled you into her arms and gave you a kiss. She smiled further as your arms came up around the back of her neck and you leaned fully in.

You rest your forehead against hers and exhaled quietly as the kiss ended. "This is so silly, but I feel like I haven't kissed you at all today. I know we did during all those games and such, but, you know what I mean."

"A real kiss," Jessie answered, knowing exactly what you meant. Doing all of these couples games and people hooting and hollering for you and her to kiss was a bit of a nightmare to begin with, but it also certainly wasn't an intimate, real kiss.

"See? You get me," you said as you gave an exaggerated, contented sigh. "I guess that's why I'm marrying you."

She chuckled and captured your lips in another kiss.

"Yeah, you're pretty much stuck with me," she said. "Pretty hard for you to back out now."

You shot her a withering look and rolled your eyes to which Jessie just grinned.

"Yeah, I'm really dying to get out of this relationship. It's the worst," you deadpanned.

"I knew it," Jessie played along and you rolled your eyes once more, this time pulling back and placing your hands on your hips.

"Well, I mean, I hardly know you," you said slowly, eyeing her up and down before reaching out and letting a finger trail down her chest. "I thought you were such a good girl, but here you are sneaking out at night and breaking the rules." Your eyes met hers and she smirked at the glint she saw in them.

"I can be bad for you," Jessie said rather smugly as she wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close again.

"Well," you smirked as you drew teasing circles along her shoulder, "let's keep that between you and me. I'd hate for you to have an early midlife crisis and go through a belated Bad Girl phase. Fucking around and all."

She gave you a look. "You really don't get how much I adore you? Us having a baby together and getting married really hasn't convinced you yet?"

You toyed with her shirt idly, the look in your eyes shifting slightly. "People get married and have kids all the time. It's not a guarantee of anything. Feelings change. Wants change."

Jessie let out a slight laugh, but narrowed her eyes nonetheless. "Well are your feelings or wants going to change?"

"No," you replied simply and easily, holding her gaze.

"Then why would mine?" She challenged lightly, causing your eyes to drift downward towards the ground. Jessie thumbed your cheek gently and pushed your hair behind your ear. "You really don't get it. There's absolutely no one else for me. It's you. Every moment. Every day. There's no competition. I love you so incredibly much. And just when I think I can't love you more, you do or say something that makes me fall even more for you."

Even in the dim light of the moon, Jessie could see the faintest signs of blush on your cheeks.

"Whoa," you joked shyly, eyes still on the ground before lifting them to meet hers. "Save something for the vows."

"I need you to know how much I love you," Jessie said earnestly. She watched you intently and you eventually sighed.

"I know...I just love you so much. I think the world of you and I don't ever want to lose you. I honestly don't know what I'd do."

"You're not going to lose me," she assured you. "It's been years and my friends still make fun of me for how obsessed I am with you. Never mind how whipped," she finished with a smirk, but held your gaze unwaveringly. "You're the one. You're my everything. You're my best friend. The love of my life. The mother of my child. And tomorrow?" She spoke intently, eyes looking down at your lips as she caressed your cheek once more. "You'll be my wife."

The kiss started off slow - just two people in love. Jessie wanted to somehow express how deeply she felt for you and reassure you that she'd always be here.

It wasn't long until the kiss began to grow hungrier, Jessie finding herself slowly being pushed back against the wall of the cabin, both your hands and hers beginning to wander. The sounds of your heavy kisses filling the night air.

"God, I wish we were staying together tonight," Jessie mumbled into the kiss as she felt her pants beginning to grow taut against her. She moaned deep in her throat as your hand came to cup her growing length.

"Maybe we should just go to the honeymoon cabin," you suggested as you two continued to kiss. You dipped your head and began to kiss down her neck. She groaned once more and her eyes fell shut as she attempted to think.

"W-we don't have the keys," she eventually managed. You made a noise of complaint, but continued to caress her restrained cock.

"Well...," you said slowly as you began to undo Jessie's pants. "It's just us out here."

"Babe," Jessie said, half in warning, half in astonishment as you began to kiss your way down her shirt and soon dropped to your knees in the dirt and fully undid her pants.

"What?" You asked teasingly as you looked up at her. "You don't like me on my knees for you?"

A low rumble emanated from her chest as she let her head fall back against the wooden slats of the cabin wall, a blissful grin on her lips as her hand began to run through your hair.

"Jesus Christ," Jessie mumbled, though certainly not in complaint. She looked down at you again with a crooked smile. "You're talking about me being a bad girl - it's your fault. You're the bad influence." She recalled the events of the past couple of years. "Getting me hard in the back of my friend's car and feeling me up, being so fucking sexy that I just have to jack myself off while on the phone with you and getting freakin' caught. Fucking in my parents' basement and in my childhood bedroom while my mom is on the other side of the door. Got me storing a collection of dirty photos of you in the back of the nightstand. Never mind what's in my phone. And now you're about to give me head while we're outside where anyone could see."

Jessie groaned again as you reached into her boxers and released her stiff cock, your fingers trailing teasingly along its length.

"Well. When you put it that way...," you said with a smirk. "But looking at how hard you are right now and the way your cock is already leaking cum for me, I'd say you like it."

She gripped your hair tightly before releasing it and running her fingers through your locks once more. She closed her eyes and nodded her affirmation. "Yeah. You can confidently say I like it."

"Well good," you accepted with a light chuckle as you rubbed her precum across the tip of her cock and teased her a bit more. She moaned low in her chest again and subtly began to thrust into your hand. You smiled. "Hey Jess?"

"Mm?" She asked, forcing herself to open her eyes once more and look down at you. God, you really did look incredible kneeling in front of her with her stiff cock in your hand. You gave her a teasing smile.

"I love you," you said as you took her into your mouth.

"Oh fuck," Jessie said in a low voice as your warm mouth wrapped around her and your tongue teased her tip. You moaned around her cock and she clutched your hair tightly in her hand once more. "Jesus."

She let her head fall back against the cabin and she leaned back, grateful for the structure behind her because of how weak in the knees she felt already. Her breathing deepened as you took her deeper and continued to pump her up and down with your fist.

Her jaw was slack as she finally opened her eyes. What a moment - your head slowly bobbing up and down on her length, looking absolutely gorgeous on this starry night, out in the wilderness on the eve of your wedding. In all of her wildest dreams, she could've never thought this up.

It didn't take long for Jessie to feel that tightening sensation between her legs and it took so much control for her to keep her thrusts gentle, her tip nudging the back of your throat and not pushing deeper.

"I'm gonna cum," she warned you. You moaned, nearly setting her off with the vibration of it, and began to take her deeper into your throat.

Jessie held back a loud moan, a muffled grunt escaping her throat instead as she released herself down your throat, her palm flat against the back of your head as she bit her lips and emptied herself.

You eventually pulled back with a slight cough, your eyes starting to water as you swallowed her load.

"Shit, I'm sorry," she breathed as she looked down at you and leaned down to help you to your feet.

"Don't be sorry," you said with a choked laugh. "It's hot."

She tucked herself back into her boxers and did up her pants. You leaned against her, her arms wrapping around you in an embrace as you both settled. She played with your hair and kissed the side of your face as she came down from her climax.

She felt you sigh in her arms. "I wish we could just go to bed together tonight," you repeated her earlier wish.

"I know," she sighed against you as she ran her fingers up and down the back of your neck. You shivered against her.

"Cool it," you said as you shrugged her hand away. "I'm already worked up."

"Yeah?" Jessie asked, peeking one eye open and looking over at you, a devilish smile beginning to form. Her hand drifted down your body until she reached the top of your pants. You didn't protest as she began to unbutton them, instead only moaning and gently rolling your hips against her.

Any drowsiness she felt in the haze of her orgasm quickly dissipated and she flipped you both so you had your back against the wall of the cabin. She dipped her head down and began gently sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck. You gasped softly, fingers digging into her crown as she did so and it drove her crazy.

Despite her recent climax, she felt herself growing hard once again as you quietly mewled in her ear and rolled your hips against hers. She felt a rush of arousal come over her, her body tensing up as she resisted the urge to truly pin you against the wall and have her way with you. She subconsciously sucked harder on your neck.

"Jess!" You hissed, bringing her back to the moment. She blinked, pulling away in confusion as you slapped a hand to your neck and stared wide-eyed at her. "The night before our wedding?! Really?"

Jessie stared at you a moment longer until you lifted your hand away, revealing the initial signs of a hickey. She cowered slightly, heat rushing to her face but she couldn't stifle the laugh that escaped either. She stared at it and eventually gave a half-hearted shrug.

"You're going to be wearing makeup," she offered before laughing once more. Her smile turned into a grin. "Besides, everyone already knows you're mine anyway."

Your eyes flashed and you leaned forward, latching onto her neck and sucking hard. You pulled back a moment later with a very satisfied look on your face as Jessie was now the one to cover her neck with a palm.

"What the fuck!" She hissed in return. "I'm not wearing makeup tomorrow. How am I supposed to cover it up?" She gave a disgruntled noise of complaint and you simply shrugged haughtily.

"They can photoshop it out. And now everyone will know you're mine as well."

"Oh my God," Jessie said, her mild irritation waning and quickly shifting to affection. She grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head. Her cock pulsed at the wicked grin you gave her as you held her gaze. "I gave you my baby. I gave you my ring. And now my name, too. I don't think anyone would've doubted I'm yours."

You looked upward in mock contemplation before smirking at her. "You can't blame me for wanting to stake my claim on you," you said as you rolled your hips against her once more causing her eyes to drift shut as an all too fleeting wave of pleasure rushed through her.

Despite Jessie pinning your hands above you and seemingly being in control, it fooled neither of you - you were very much in control. No surprise. And she didn't mind at all.

She released one of your hands and reached down to cup your heat through your underwear. She let out a low moan of approval at the dampness and radiating heat she was met with there. She pushed your panties aside and ran two fingers through your slick folds. A grin crossed her face as your knees buckled and you melted into her embrace, clutching her closely and gasping in her ear.

"God, you are so wet for me, baby," she said as she relished the feeling of your wet folds, clit and sopping entrance. Her cock strained painfully against her boxers and pants as she slipped two digits inside of your entrance. You gasped further and let yourself fall into her waiting hand.

"Fuck," you whispered as you gripped her curled fingers. She withdrew them slightly and pushed inside once more, the sounds of fingers moving through your arousal filled the otherwise quiet night air and Jessie's jaw dropped in amazement.

"Holy fuck. You are soaking and you sound so fucking good. Oh my God." She ground out the last part and couldn't help but grind herself against your thigh.

"Jesus Christ, Jess," you panted already as you rocked into her hand. "I want you to fuck me."

"Babe," she said as she buried her face into your neck, rolling her head against you in want as she felt your core accommodating the girth of her fingers. She could feel the ridges and curves of your walls as they fluttered and flexed around her and her cock twitched as she continued to slowly grind herself against you for some semblance of relief.

"God, Jess. I know you want me too," you said as you shook off her hand and reached down to cup her once more, massaging her firmly through the taut fabric.

"I didn't bring a condom with me," she said as she slowly thrust against your palm. "They're back at my cabin."

You exhaled heavily though you didn't stop the gyration of your hips or the movement of your hand. You ran your other hand through her hair.

"Sorry I didn't think to bring one - I didn't exactly anticipate this," she said.

"Well, stop being so sweet and romantic - meeting up in the middle of the night out in the moonlight and telling me how much you love me. If you stop doing that and stop being so attractive then maybe I'll stop spreading my legs for you."

Jessie let out another low moan and her grip tightened on you. Soft noises of want and need came from you both for several moments until you finally spoke.

"Riley's 18 months old now," you started. "The doctor said we're in the clear to start trying again if we wanted to."

A low growl rumbled up Jessie's through as she pushed her fingers deeper inside of you and ground her hips against you harder. You let out a breathy chuckle.

"I know you've been dying to fuck me without a condom again," you teased.

"Oh my God," Jessie muttered as she began to hump you a touch faster. "Don't tempt me. I'm not fucking kidding."

"Who says I'm kidding?" You said breathlessly as you dug your fingers into her crown once more.

"I'm serious," she said through nearly grit teeth as her free hand dug into the small of your back and pulled you tightly against her. "If you tell me we're trying again, you're leaving here with baby #2 inside of you." She forced herself to take a deep breath. "If you aren't ready, it's fine. I can sneak back to the cabin and get a condom."

"And what if I don't want you to?"

Jessie moaned, legitimately worried she was going to bust in her pants. "Then I'm fucking a baby into you tonight."

You didn't say anything. Instead, you shifted, Jessie pulling back to look at you only to see you shimmying your pants and underwear down your legs. You nodded to her and she immediately began undoing her pants once more.

Your pants and underwear fell into a heap on the ground, Jessie's barely dropping down around her ankles before you wrapped your leg around her waist and grabbed her bare cock, positioning it at your entrance.

Jessie didn't hesitate in sinking inside of you, sliding in to the hilt right off the bat. A wanton moan escaped you, probably louder than either of you intended or wanted, but you were both so far gone that it went unnoticed and Jessie began thrusting in and out of you with a level of urgency and desperation that might've embarrassed her in the past, but the way you gasped and clawed at her it only egged her on.

"I love you so much," she panted into your ear as her wet strokes filled her ears.

"I love you too," you whimpered in return as you bounced on her cock, your shirt the only thing keeping your back from getting scratched up from the cabin walls.

"Jesus Christ, I'm going to cum already," Jessie said a short while later. She panted, forcing herself to refocus for a moment to look you in the eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Cum inside me. I want you," you told her.

She needed no further encouragement and a few strokes later was pushing inside of you as deep as she could, spilling herself with a shuddering breath. She whimpered as strings of cum continued to shoot out of her and into you, coating your insides with her potent seed.

"Fuck," she breathed as she slowly drew her hips back. She looked down, seeing a mixture of your cum and hers along her cock before she pushed back inside of you, loving the way you moaned at the motion.

You stayed in one another's embrace for as long as you could before you both agreed that you should head back to your respective cabins. You reluctantly put on your clothes and walked back towards the guest cabins hand in hand.

You reached yours first and Jessie walked you up the steps to the door, no longer caring if someone saw you two together.

"Aww, it's like a first date," you said facetiously with a chuckle as you wrapped your arms around her and she kissed you. She leaned into your ear and whispered.

"Yeah, except this time my cum's deep inside of you and with any luck you'll be carrying my baby soon."

You blushed and swatted at her.

"Stop," you hushed her as she grinned at you. You relented with a brief shake of your head. "True though." Jessie continued to grin devilishly at you and you gave her another playful shove. "K. Get to bed, you heathen. You have a very important event tomorrow and you better not be late."

She kissed you again. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

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Despite Jessie's exceptional dislike for attention, she felt calm and elated as she stood with you at the alter in front of all your friends and family and said your vows to one another.

The ceremony was lovely. The tears started early. First being when her mom came out with Riley; Riley in her dress and Jessie's mom's at the ready as Riley waddled down the aisle as she haphazardly threw handfuls of petals on the ground, straight up into the air - sometimes at the guests - dropping the basket entirely as she spotted Jessie and ran towards her, clutching her leg tightly.

"Up! Up!" Riley asked and Jessie glanced to her mom. She was supposed to sit with her mom and dad during the ceremony. She looked down at her little girl - with her curly, dark hair, brown eyes and bright red cheeks - she really was Jessie's kid. She bent down and picked her up, holding her against her hip.

"You look so pretty, my girl," Jessie whispered to her as she kissed her forehead. She pointed towards the crowd. "Let's wait for momma, okay? She'll be here soon."

She couldn't keep her eyes off of you. She started crying the second she saw you in your dress. It must've surprised Riley, because the little one just clung to her harder and buried her head in her neck.

"My two favourite people," you cooed as you came up, kissing Riley on the cheek and cupping Jessie's face to give her a quick peck. You made a face immediately after. "Oops, am I not supposed to kiss you yet?"

"Who cares," Jessie laughed as she handed Riley over to you, the toddler reaching for you as you stood across from them.

"Hi sweetie," you said as you took her. "Did you know mommy would've never asked me to marry her if not for you?"

"What!" Jessie protested in as hushed a tone as she could muster. She could feel her cheeks heating up already. "Of course I would've!"

"I'm just kidding," you told her. You laughed at how flustered Jessie was and gave her a wink. "We're off to a good start."

You handed Riley to her grandparents and the ceremony continued, culminating with you slipping new bands on each other's fingers and sharing a kiss that had everyone cheering and clapping.

Considering how some wedding receptions were, yours and Jessie's was pretty tame - at least for you two.

Even though it was probably overkill, you'd switched to non-alcoholic, coming up with creative excuses as to why and Jessie was simply never much for drinking in the first place. Though, her friends did manage to get her to do a couple of shots that left her cringing and coughing as you watched on and laughed.

Jessie was chatting with some of the guests when she heard her daughter's laugh followed by thundering, but clumsy, footsteps as she ran through the crowd, people nearly tripping over themselves to avoid bumping into her. She'd discovered a few weeks ago that she could run - or something akin to it - and she'd been nonstop ever since.

Jessie laughed as suddenly you emerged from a group and picked Riley up mid-run. She pouted and flailed momentarily, but whatever you said to her caused her to relax in your arms. Jessie excused herself from conversation and smiled as she approached you two.

"Look who's here," you said as you looked down to Riley and pointed to Jessie.

"Mommy!" Riley exclaimed, beaming upon seeing Jessie.

"She's having a field day out here," you said slyly to Jessie with a teasing look. "Running any chance she can get. Cheeks extra rosy from running around. And look at that smile," you said as you gently poked your daughter's cheek, eliciting a giggle from her. You looked at Jessie pointedly. "She's certainly your daughter."

Jessie took a moment to kiss Riley before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

"She better be mine," she teased. You pulled back with a smirk before leaning in to whisper back.

"What? You wouldn't want me carrying and having someone else's baby?"

Before Jessie could respond, you were walking away, eyes glimmering playfully. She called after you.

"No. I'd despise that!"

You turned and shrugged, earning a dangerous look from her. You grinned and grasped Riley's hand to give Jessie a small wave before disappearing into the crowd knowing full well that conversation wasn't over.

A short while later, Jessie found herself getting pulled out onto the dance floor by you. She grumbled in protest, but allowed you to push and pull her as you wished as you danced to whatever song was playing.

"You're my wife. You're supposed to be happy about dancing with me," you teased.

"I'm happy to be with you. I just don't like dancing," Jessie refuted as she half-heartedly tried to dance along, though was always half a beat - or more - behind.

"You didn't seem too bothered dancing with me when we were at that club on New Year's a few years back," you said with a glint in your eye. "Mind you, probably not appropriate for here."

Jessie's mind flashed back to you grinding up on her. In a sea of people, she was solely focused on you and how incredible you looked and that it was her you were with. True - not appropriate for here. She gave you a lopsided smirk either way.

"I wouldn't be opposed," she joked though her eyes raked up and down your body in appreciation. "And you look even more gorgeous than you did that night."

"Yeah?" You asked as you moved in close and Jessie wrapped her arms around your waist.

"You better cool it," Jessie warned in a murmur as her eyes drifted away. "I don't exactly need wedding photos of me sporting a boner."

You cleared your throat, drawing her eyes back to you. "Well, your daughter did ask for her light up running shoes. Those are back at the cabin."

Jessie's eyes studied you for a moment as a smile crept across her face.

"Oh. Well, we should definitely go get them. That's what good parents would do."

"Absolutely," you agreed.

You both looked around briefly to ensure no one was watching either of you too closely before Jessie grabbed you by the hand and led you out of the hall. The sun was setting as you two walked the paths back to the guest cabins. She retrieved the skeleton key from her pocket and showed it to you.

"And we can get into the honeymoon cabin this time," she told you proudly and you laughed, wrapping your arm around hers and cuddling in as you walked together towards the cabin.

You were kissing each other as you stumbled through the door and slammed it shut behind you.

"Pretty sure we're supposed to wait until the end of the night for this," you chuckled as Jessie was already starting to undo her dress pants.

"Well, we've done a lot of things out of order," she dismissed with a grin as she kissed your neck and guided you towards the couch. "And who's to say we're not going to do more later."

She kissed your lips and made sure the kiss didn't break as she took a seat on the couch and pulled you down on top of her. She bundled up your dress and lifted it so it was out of the way and she could have access to your underwear. She ran her fingers along the fabric and felt herself growing harder as she could feel the warmth and definition of your lips through the thin fabric.

"Fucking me during the reception," you teased as you kissed her deeper. "Gosh, I really am a terrible influence on you."

"Fuck no," Jessie disagreed with a wily smirk. "You're the best." She lifted you off of her to stand for a moment as she removed your underwear. She grinned as she tucked them into her pocket.

"I've created a monster," you joked as you pulled her cock out from her boxer briefs and straddled her waist once more, bracing yourself on her shoulders as you held yourself up as she poised herself at your entrance.

She ran the thick head of her cock against your entrance, getting it coated in your juices before she began to gently nudge at it and push inside. She moaned in pleasure as your tunnel slowly welcomed her, enveloping her length as she inched inside of you.

"Fuck. I'm so glad I can ditch the condoms again. God." She exhaled through her mouth as she looked you up and down. "Nothing feels as good as being inside of you like this. Nothing between us."

"God," you said as you tossed your head back and ran your fingers through her hair as you sunk down onto her and slowly rose back up. "I'm not kidding you - I've soaked through these panties more than once today thinking about last night. That was so fucking sexy."

Jessie growled as she began kissing down your neck and as much of your chest as your dress would allow.

"I noticed you're not drinking tonight," Jessie commented. "Think I knocked you up that fast?"

"You did last time," you chuckled as you began to ride her at a steady rhythm, her tip stretching out your entrance, teasing her, before swallowing her once more.

Jessie exhaled heavily - already feeling overwhelmed by the way you felt around her, the way you looked bouncing up and down in her lap - in your wedding dress no less - and the way your hands explored her.

"Y/N Fleming," she declared as she pulled you into a hard kiss. "Can't believe I've waited so long to make it official. To have you take my name." She rolled her hips up into you as she pulled you down into her lap. "Fuck. You're all mine."

"Oh God," you whimpered, head thrown back once more and eyes closed. "I'm yours. And you're mine."

"Always," she affirmed with zero hesitation. Her mouth hung open as she worked to steady her breath. She could feel blood rushing to her face and knew her cheeks were red with exertion. She shook her head. "I can't believe there was ever a time before you."

"Same, baby," you reciprocated as you looked down at her, cupping her face as you sensually rocked atop of her.

Despite your agreement, Jessie felt a rush go through her. She tightened her grip on your hips as began to buck up into you from below. She spoke through nearly clenched teeth.

"I hate that anyone was ever with you," she said. "You were made for me. They didn't deserve you."

Your eyes fell shut again and you leaned into her, your hands gripping her shoulders. "Holy shit. No one's ever fucked me like you. Or loved me like you."

Jessie snickered smugly, the sound of her hips bouncing off of your thighs resounded loudly in her ears.

"Well no one could ever make me feel like you do. I'm so lucky I met you."

"Jess," you whimpered as your body collapsed into her and you held her tightly. "I love you so much."

Jessie grunted as you rode her, your walls flexing and massaging her in the most exquisite way. She began to buck into you faster and her breathing grew ragged. You clutched her and she looked up to see your own cheeks rosy and your mouth slightly open as you pleasured one another.

"I can't wait until I start swelling with your baby again," you panted and Jessie's eyes slammed shut to the point of wincing as she fought off her climax. She wanted you cumming all over her cock before she flooded you.

"Jesus Christ. You are so sexy. I couldn't keep my hands off you last time. I never can - but God you look incredible carrying my baby." She grunted as she nearly came. "My gorgeous wife. So fucking beautiful."

"Don't stop," you begged as your orgasm neared. She watched you steadily as your expressions changed and you panted and moaned.

"My gorgeous girl," Jessie praised. "You look perfect bouncing up and down on my cock like this. And soon you'll be walking around this wedding with my cum dripping down your legs."

"Oh shit," you gasped as you began to convulse around her cock. Your movements stilled, fingers digging into her shoulders as your orgasm shook you. The way your softness spasmed around her, Jessie had no hope of fighting off her climax further and let out a whining grunt as she released inside of you.

"Oh, fuck, Jessie," you panted as she began to rut into you, shooting string after string of her cum inside of you.

You collapsed in her arms on top of her as you both panted and worked to regain your breath.

When you finally went to climb off of her, you both maneuvered yourself in a way that tried to limit how much of her cum was going to spill out onto her pants. Even then, your disappearance from the reception was extended further as you both worked to clean the cum off her pants before you made your return. Eventually, you gave up and Jessie got changed into a different outfit - people would believe she wanted to get into something more comfortable. You followed suit and got changed as well.

You returned to the hall and though you both received a few comments about your costume changes, all in all your absence was met with minimal questioning. Riley was thrilled to get her light-up shoes and immediately went stomping around the dancefloor squealing with delight.

Jessie continued to mingle with friends and family, as did you, and the night wore on. But it was really only a matter of time until a familiar cry soared over the music and din of the crowd.

Jessie frowned, excusing herself from a conversation and headed in the direction of her daughter's cries. She spotted you navigating the crowd and you caught each other's eye. When you both found Riley, she was red in the face, tears staining her cheeks as her grandparents tried to soothe her.

"What's going on?" Jessie asked as she approached, kneeling down in front of her as her dad bounced Riley on his knee.

"She just started asking for you both and got upset that you weren't here," he answered.

"Oh, Ri," Jessie said as she picked up her daughter and began to bounce her in her arms. She looked to her dad. "She's probably just tired. I know she had a nap, but it's been a big day." She looked down at Riley and spoke softly, "Are you tired, sweetie?" Riley wailed louder, her little hands bundling Jessie's shirt in their grasps, but as Jessie kissed her forehead her cries tapered. "I know it's been a long day. I understand - I need a break, too," she chuckled. "You've done so well."

Riley sniffled, her little shoulders hitching as her cries ebbed. Jessie signaled to her parents that she'd handle it. She and you took Riley over to a quiet corner of the hall. Jessie sat down, resting Riley in her lap and kissed the top of her head.

"She should really go down for bed," you said as you rubbed her back.

"Her and me both," Jessie said dryly with a smirk. "I'm exhausted." You played with her hair and kissed her cheek.

"And you didn't get a nap," you joked and Jessie gave you a playful sidelong glance. You rest your head on her shoulder. "Are we allowed to leave before the guests?"

"I think that's a bit of a faux pas, but honestly, I'm very tempted," she said as she eyed the room and contemplated the option. She looked down at Riley whose eyes were heavy as the toddler hung onto the precipice of sleep. She then glanced over at you. "I mean, everyone here knows neither you or I are big partiers. And, we have a toddler to look after..."

You chuckled, tucking a strand of Jessie's hair behind her ear. "I mean, your parents are happy to look after Riley and she's supposed to be staying with them again tonight."

"But she wants us," Jessie said with a pointed glance downward at their daughter who was resting very peacefully in her arms now. "Clearly."

You leaned over and kissed Jessie's cheek. "You know? I'm sure everyone will forgive us if we duck out."

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A short while later, Riley was asleep in the middle of the king size bed in your cabin with Jessie laying next to her in a t-shirt and shorts, you climbing into bed in your pyjamas on the opposite side.

"Is this what you would've pictured for your wedding night years ago?" You teased as you lay propped on your side looking across Riley and over at Jessie who mirrored your position.

"Stone cold sober, party still raging on at the reception, and my toddler fast asleep between me and my new wife?" She asked with a lopsided grin, her head in her hand. "No. But I adore it." You snickered and gently pushed down Riley's rogue curls as she slept.

"Same," you said.

"We have a beautiful family and we're very lucky," Jessie mused as she carefully leaned over to give you a chaste kiss. You smiled into it and laid a hand on your stomach as Jessie pulled back.

"And maybe there'll be four of us soon enough."

A/N: That's all, folks! I can't thank you enough for joining me on this ride. What started as a one-shot I was super nervous to post, has been embraced by so many of you and you've allowed me to create and share this love story with you all. It truly means so much. Thank you!

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WANDS, WIZARDS, AND WICKED TRADITIONS | D.M

Part 1: Crazy Rich... Wizards? Part 2: Wands, Wizards, And Wicked Traditions Part 3: Wealthy, Witty, Witches

Summary: When your boyfriend drags you into a world of old money, ancient grudges, and fancy robes, you quickly learn that fitting in isn’t about magic—it’s about surviving family dinners.

wc: 2.5k+

cw: muggle!reader x draco, light angst, narcissa and luscious degrades reader, draco comforting reader, draco and luscious fight, draco pov.

A/N: I'm so excited for the next few parts of this!! Hope you guys love this! 🫰

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Three days. That’s how long it took to finally say yes.

You’d paced your flat in your socks for most of it, Googled “how to act at wizard weddings” and “what to wear when meeting magical parents of your boyfriend,” only to be met with silence and fanfiction.

None of it prepared you for the moment Draco turned to you with that anxious tilt to his mouth and asked, softly, if you’d come to Blaise Zabini’s wedding as his date. His date, sure. But also… his partner. The one he wanted to introduce to his world.

You’d fallen in love with him over walks in the park, late-night pastries, and the way he looked at you like you were the only person in a crowded room. But this—stepping into the reality of his past, of his name, of everything he'd survived after the war—this was different.

Still, you said yes. And once you did, Draco didn't waste a second. Your suitcase was already packed. His wand—yes, the wand you now grudgingly accepted wasn't just a "fancy stick"—was tucked neatly in his coat. And you were holding tightly to his hand as you took your first step into the unknown.

Apparating felt like being squeezed through the eye of a needle. You landed on cobbled pavement, dizzy and breathless, the cool London air rushing into your lungs.

“Welcome to Leaky Cauldron,” Draco murmured, steadying you with a hand around your waist.

A voice interrupted before you could speak. “You took long enough.”

Blaise Zabini stood leaning against a lamppost like he’d been sculpted there. His skin was dark and gleaming in the late morning sun, his emerald green robes layered over tailored black slacks and a shirt with silver embroidery along the cuffs. He wore confidence like cologne—rich, undeniable, and entirely intentional.

Draco laughed. “Still dramatic, I see.”

“You brought her,” Blaise said, stepping forward with a smooth charm. “I almost didn’t believe it.”

You swallowed, managing a nervous smile. "Better believe it! Sorry if I don’t look very… magical.”

“On the contrary,” he said, offering you his hand. “You look exactly like someone Draco would fall for—someone no one else saw coming.”

You barely had time to answer before a sharp voice chimed in. “Blaise, you’re smothering her.”

Daphne Greengrass walked into view like the breeze had parted for her. She was tall, statuesque, with ash-blonde hair that curled at the ends and eyes so pale they seemed to pierce. Her robes were minimalist but elegant, her makeup subtle, her expression far from it.

“Daphne,” she said simply, offering you a hand. Her grip was cool, her eyes cooler. “Fiancée. I also double as Blaise’s moral compass, which is exhausting work.”

You laughed, even though you weren’t entirely sure it was a joke.

Draco leaned in and murmured, “She grows on you.”

“She better,” Daphne added with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

You followed them down a narrow cobblestone alley hidden behind a brick wall at the back of a pub. The bricks shifted when Draco tapped them in a specific pattern with his wand and then the wall melted away to reveal something out of a fairytale.

Diagon Alley was unlike anything you’d ever seen. Cobbled streets wound between crooked shops stacked two or three stories high, with bright, painted signs that swung themselves gently in the breeze. A group of children giggled as they chased a toy broomstick zipping through the air. A woman in violet robes argued with a talking mirror. An owl soared overhead, its feathers flashing silver in the sun.

Your mouth fell open. “Is this... real?”

Draco watched your face with a soft smile. “Every bit of it.”

“Flourish and Blotts,” Blaise pointed out, “where half of wizarding Britain pretends to read.”

“And Slug & Jiggers,” Daphne said, gesturing to a potion shop whose windows steamed ominously, “where teenage boys tried to brew love potions and gave themselves hives instead.”

They took you through boutiques filled with enchanted mirrors that judged your outfit out loud. You tried on robes that changed color with your mood—Daphne raised a brow when yours briefly turned soft pink. Draco insisted you needed something formal, and Blaise chose a set of black velvet robes with silver embroidery along the hem.

“Goes with her eyes,” he said, not even looking at you as he said it—because he didn’t need to.

You laughed more than you expected to. Even Daphne smiled once. And for the first time since you said yes, you let yourself believe maybe you belonged here.

Until you reached the gates of Malfoy Manor.

The laughter died.

The manor loomed like a fortress behind wrought iron gates. The peacocks on the lawn didn’t strut—they watched. You half-expected one to speak.

Inside, the air was crisp and perfumed faintly with lavender and old parchment. Marble floors stretched into shadowed corridors. You didn’t need to be told to take your shoes off; the place demanded silence.

And then they appeared.

Lucius Malfoy entered like a breath of winter—sharp, pale, controlled. His silver hair was tied neatly, his tailored robes immaculate. Narcissa was a wraith of elegance beside him, gliding like she didn’t need to walk, just will herself across the room.

“Draco,” she said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“Mother.” He nodded to his father. “Father.”

Lucius gave a single, assessing nod, and then his gaze found you.

“This is my girlfriend,” Draco said, his voice quiet but steady.

There was a pause.

“What family are you from?” Lucius asked, his voice like cool silk—dangerous only if you tugged too hard.

You swallowed. “Oh, I’m not actually a wizard. Or a witch. Or… whatever you call it.”

The silence wasn’t loud. It was still. Dead still.

Lucius’s expression didn’t falter, but it hardened. A door closing. A verdict passed.

“I see,” he said shortly. Then to Draco, clipped and final: “A word.”

Draco tensed. “I’ll be right back,” he told you softly, then followed his father down a long corridor.

You were left standing in the echoing marble foyer beside Narcissa, who finally turned toward you with a smile you couldn’t quite trust.

“This way,” she said, leading you to a sitting room you suspected hadn’t changed since the 1700s.

You sat delicately on the edge of an antique settee. Narcissa poured tea without asking. She moved with the precision of someone who’d spent her life mastering appearances.

“I imagine this is all rather overwhelming for you,” she said politely.

“It’s… different,” you said honestly.

She passed you the tea after she poured one herself.

“I’m sure Draco explained how important family is to us,” she said. Her voice was smooth, but there was iron beneath it. “Our legacy is… particular.”

“I know I’m not who you expected,” you began carefully.

“No,” she agreed, stirring her tea. “You’re not. You’re kind. You're decent looking. And, a muggle"

“I don’t say this to be cruel,” she continued, setting her spoon down. “But you must understand—we survived a war that very nearly destroyed us. We rebuilt from ash. Our name, our bloodline… they mean something. Not just to us. To our world.”

You sat straighter, unsure if it was defiance or just instinct.

“I love Draco,” you said.

Narcissa’s smile returned—small, cold, pitiful. “Yes. And love is very pretty. But it doesn’t last forever. It doesn’t stand up to the pressure of our kind. Not in the long run.”

You felt something hollow out in your chest.

“I just want what’s best for him,” you said, quieter now.

“So do I,” she said.

But she didn’t mean the same thing.

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DRACO'S POV

The moment I saw the way my father’s eyes narrowed when he looked at her, I felt the old familiar surge of protectiveness boil up inside me—raw, stubborn, unwilling to back down. I clenched my fists until my nails bit into my palms. This wasn’t just some passing irritation. This was an unspoken warning, an invisible line I was crossing.

In the drawing room, Lucius paced slowly, his long fingers steepled beneath his chin, his gaze sharp and cold like frost on glass.

“She’s not one of us,” he said quietly, but every word was a blade. “A muggle. Do you understand what that means? For the family? For our legacy?”

I swallowed the urge to snap, to argue, to defend her with every fiber of my being. Instead, I squared my shoulders and looked him in the eye.

“She is exactly who I want. And don’t you dare pretend you know better.”

Lucius’s mouth twitched, not quite a smile. “You don’t understand the weight you carry, Draco. This isn’t about who you want—it’s about what we need.”

“What we need doesn’t mean a thing if I’m miserable,” I shot back, voice low but fierce. “You lost sight of that a long time ago.”

He stopped pacing, fixing me with a look that said he was considering just how far I was willing to go.

“She is not just ‘some girl.’ She’s kind, brave, and the only person who ever looked at me without judgment. You can’t see that because your world is too small. You live in the past.”

I stepped forward, the words finally spilling out, because I couldn’t stand the silence any longer.

“Do you know what it was like, growing up with that shadow of expectation? Having my life decided before I even breathed? She’s the first person who ever made me want to break free, not to fit into a mold someone else carved for me. So, if it means choosing her over the family’s so-called ‘legacy,’ then so be it.”

Lucius’s eyes flickered with something unreadable. “Careful, Draco. These are dangerous words.”

“Maybe it’s time for danger,” I said, voice steady. “Because I’m done living in fear.”

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The dining room is vast and silent, the heavy drapes drawn tight against the fading light outside. You sit at the polished mahogany table, your hands folded neatly in your lap, the cool weight of the silverware beside your plate doing little to ease your nerves. Draco’s presence next to you is the only anchor in this sea of unfamiliarity.

Opposite you, Lucius Malfoy’s pale, calculating eyes study you with an unsettling intensity, as if trying to decipher some hidden flaw. Beside him, Narcissa’s poised elegance barely conceals a sharpness in her gaze that prickles at your skin.

The first silence stretches long enough to make your throat dry before Lucius breaks it.

“So,” he begins smoothly, voice low and measured, “tell us about the home you come from. The people who raised you.”

You clear your throat, choosing your words carefully. “It’s a quiet place. My father is a doctor, while my mother's a teacher. We don’t have... connections to anything magical or unusual.”

Draco’s jaw tightens beside you, and you sense the tension radiating off him.

Lucius’s eyes narrow slightly, lips curling into a faint, disapproving smile. “Doctors and teachers,” he repeats, almost as if tasting the words. “Respectable professions, of course, but hardly the sort of pedigree we were expecting. And your life—how does one like you find their way into the world we live in?”

You blink, uncertain how to answer. Your world is the one you grew up in—the one filled with ordinary things and normal struggles. But here, your answers feel fragile.

“I... met Draco through a friend,” you say simply, counting your Labrador a friend, hoping your answer was enough.

Narcissa leans forward slightly, her voice soft but laced with a quiet edge. “I’m curious,” she says, “how much do you understand about what it means to be part of this world? To bear a name that carries history, responsibility... expectation?”

You swallow hard. You want to say that you’re willing to learn, that you love Draco and want to stand by him. But the words feel small, inadequate against the weight in the room.

Lucius folds his hands neatly on the table. “It’s not a question of love,” he says evenly. “Love is fleeting—like a gust of wind. What matters is legacy. Bloodlines. The company you keep. Do you understand why we’re cautious? Why a history like yours... raises questions?”

You nod, trying to keep your voice steady. “I do. But I don’t want to be an obstacle.”

Narcissa’s eyes glint with something unreadable. “An obstacle... or perhaps a weakness?” she murmurs. “We survived a war that threatened to unravel everything our family stands for. That legacy is fragile.”

You bite your lip, feeling the weight of their judgment settle on your shoulders like a cloak of ice.

Draco squeezes your hand beneath the table, a quiet promise. But you can see the hurt behind his usual composure.

Lucius’s gaze sharpens. “And your future? What plans do you have? Surely, you must understand that our world demands more than... ordinary ambitions.”

“Well, I want to continue my studies further, get a master's degree. And most importantly, I just want to be with Draco,” you say softly. “To support him.”

Narcissa inclines her head slowly, a faint smile curving her lips, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Support is necessary, yes. But it must be the right kind of support. The kind that understands sacrifice, discretion, strength. This world is not kind to those who cannot uphold its demands.”

You feel suddenly small, as if you’re being weighed and found wanting.

The conversation dwindles into strained silences broken only by the delicate clink of cutlery. Draco’s parents exchange glances, their expressions unreadable. You notice how Lucius’s eyes linger on you with a quiet calculation, while Narcissa’s polite smile never wavers, though there’s a coldness beneath it that chills your bones.

You meet Draco’s eyes, finding in them a mixture of reassurance and the "it's going to be okay" look.

When the meal finally ends, and you rise from the table, your legs feel unsteady beneath you. The grand manor feels less like a home and more like a test you weren’t prepared to take.

But still, you hold onto Draco’s hand—the only certainty in a room full of questions.

That night, your room was warm, but your thoughts were not.

The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows along the old stone walls, but its warmth did little to thaw the cold settling in your chest. Your robe was still wrapped tightly around you, more out of habit than comfort, your fingers knotted tensely in your lap as you stared into the flames, watching them dance with quiet detachment.

You didn’t hear Draco at first—only noticed him when the door clicked shut behind him and his soft footsteps padded across the rug. He stopped when he saw you there, curled into the armchair like you were trying to disappear into it. For a long moment, he said nothing.

“They don’t like me,” you murmured, voice flat but fragile. The words dropped between you like stones into deep water.

Draco didn’t answer right away. Instead, he walked closer, slowly, like he wasn’t sure if you’d let him near. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were tired—older than they should have been.

“I think your mother was trying to be civil,” you added, your voice cracking just slightly. “That’s what makes it worse. She was being polite. Careful. Like she didn’t want to soil the tablecloth by saying what she really thought of me.”

Draco exhaled sharply and dropped to his knees in front of you, robe rustling as he settled. His hands hovered for a moment before resting gently on your legs, grounding you. His jaw was tight, clenched with restrained fury, but his eyes—his eyes were heartbreakingly earnest.

“They want me to end up with someone like Daphne,” he said bitterly, spitting the name like a curse. “Someone polished. Someone with a family name carved into every wall of this place. Someone quiet and proper and painfully dull. Someone they can parade around like a bloody heirloom.”

You blinked, your throat closing. “And instead, you brought me.”

Draco’s eyes didn’t waver. “I brought the person I want,” he said, firm and unshaken. “The only one who sees me—really sees me. Past the name. Past the wounds.”

You looked down, blinking fast, but the tears welled anyway. “She said love won’t last in your world. That it's a nice idea—until it gets inconvenient.”

Draco reached up, hand cupping your face, thumb brushing just beneath your eye to catch the tear that had managed to escape. “Then we’ll rewrite the rules,” he said quietly, voice steady despite the tremble in his hand.

You leaned into his touch instinctively, your breath hitching. The manor loomed outside the room, cold and judgmental, every corridor echoing with ghosts and expectations—but here, in this tiny flickering pocket of warmth, was him.

“They’ll never accept me,” you whispered, barely audible. “No matter what I do. No matter how hard I try.”

“Then let them be wrong,” Draco said, his voice low, fierce. “Let them choke on their pride and live in their perfect, polished little world. Because I’m not giving you up. Not for them. Not for anyone.”

You looked at him—really looked at him—and saw the conviction there. The desperation. The choice he’d already made.

And just like that, the cold manor felt a little less cruel.

Because sometimes, love isn’t about being welcomed.

It’s about choosing to stay anyway.

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Hiii can I either get a kabru/mithrun x gn! reader who's likes to be femmine it can be nsfw or just fluff.

I'm just curious to see how they will behave with a reader that can be feminine at times, thanks. These boys can't get of my mind!! /affectionate

(Also I'm new here but I'll be anon 🌻!!)

-> welcome !!! i hope you've liked it here so far anon <33 -> kabru and mithrun included. post canon! mithrun. possible ooc. i kept it as fluff only !!!

kabru finds it endearing, some of your mannerisms remind him of his mother with the way you dote on some of the party members. he loves your sense of style and mannerisms, you're level headed and skilled in battle even with your frills and ribbons.

you're mostly seen as someone level headed within the group, sometimes he would seek you out for advice and input whenever he's having a tough time making a decision.

"here." kabru lets out a surprised 'ah' at the flower crown suddenly placed on his hair, you smiling from above him. "you made this?" he gently holds a petal. you hum a soft 'yes' at his flushed state. kabru glances around and sees that you've decorated most of the other member's heads with crowns of their own, kuro sneezing right into mickbell's head after breathing it in. he laughs. "thank you, they're beautiful."

once he realizes that he's actually into you, he has a strong urge to be seen as your protector. something about you has him feeling beautifully masculine— not in a traditional way but he wants to care for you, be there for you, and provide for you. he's entirely devoted.

he wants to hold your face whenever you cry, kiss your scars and cuts right after a battle, and chase away any disgusting bugs for you.

when you two get together, he sometimes finds his things decorated. a baby blue ribbon right on the sheath of his sword, a flower in his satchel, small gifts that you leave and scatter around that makes his heart bloom.

"pots and vases? are you starting a shop?" you stand in the middle of his bedroom, watching him fuss around with their placements. kabru wipes sweat from his brow, breathless from the carrying, "you always bring me flowers, i thought i could put some of them here." you coo, placing a hand on your chest. "aww, really?"

he's the type of lover that would support and actively participate in the things you enjoy, and although frills and lace look anything but pretty on him (his words, not yours) he'll don it with grace if it would make you happy.

<3

elves don't really discriminate towards feminine attributes so he hasn't really minded. he loves your softness, the way you seem to smooth over his rough edges and light up the seemingly meaningless tunnel he's been walking ever since he lost his desires.

mithrun wouldn't be aware of his feelings, he knows he holds a strong sense of familiarity and concern for you, but only after the main story would he be willing to actually dig deep into his heart in order to find an answer.

he's lost a lot of motivation to do certain things he used to enjoy, so he can't help but feel his heart ache whenever your hands card through his hair, delicate fingers treating him as though he is something to be cared for.

you put up his locks in a half braid before donning your work with hairclips embellished with flowers and butterflies. he feels his chest burn, his head hurts as if he's forgetting a vital part of who he is. like a memory he cannot remember.

your eyes meet through the mirror, a hand brushing and smoothing over his head. "do you like it?" holding a proud smile on your face, his skin tingles at where you touch him. tilting his head slightly to the side, he examines your work. "it's pretty."

after bagging the guy in a relationship (lol), he's felt lighter, chest heavier— filled with warm emotions that you've blessed him.

mithrun is... casual. in a way that he's very chill. he'll let you do almost anything to him without question. he accepts whatever you give or show him, making an effort to think well before replying with words and sentiments he thinks you might appreciate or be happy with.

you gift him various ornaments, bracelets, and headpieces. he keeps them tucked away in a small chest near his pillow in the canaries' bunker to safeguard.

he once asked why, mithrun is always on missions, always in battle. why take the time to love someone like him? he feels shame, especially after everything he's done and been through.

his heart has buried his emotional turmoil, his resentment and envy. with the insecurity from his brother's success and him being robbed of the woman he used to love, he has a hard time accepting your affection sometimes.

its hard. progress is slow, especially for long life spanned species such as him to finally grasp his flaws. you take the time to reassure him, supporting his growth with overcoming his deepest fears. and although he's lost a lot, been robbed of what he had, you're the one thing he can't bear to lose.

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The way Ein is treated in PDH S2 is genuinely so frustrating as someone who loves to pick apart characters and their mindsets.

This first section is built on speculation, but I feel like it’s heavily implied that the all-werewolf school he transferred from was very traditional in the way they handled pack politics and daily life. Sniffing people upon first meeting, strict adherence to werewolf rules and customs, how confused and/or uncomfortable he gets when things are settled in a more “human” manner, etc. Like how the fuck is he meant to know things don’t work that way there…? They keep throwing curveball after curveball at him and getting mad when he doesn’t react like everyone else. And it’s not like any of the other werewolves were gonna explain to him how things work at their school considering they all hate him, and Aphmau can’t help with that either because she’s absolutely fucking clueless about the culture she’s shoved herself into and doesn’t bother explaining to him why she leads the way she does outside of “this is how I do things!”. He suddenly went from a very rigid form of the pack system to this weird, mixed-up version, not to mention suddenly going from an all-werewolf school to one with students of all kinds of different races(?) with no adjustment period. Moving schools is already a difficult process for kids but I can only imagine something like that would make it a million times harder. Especially with no support from your peers.

Also I’m sorry but I do not feel fucking bad for Dottie, Daniel, and Rylan having to pick one of them to be the omega. Love them but they didn’t give two shits about bullying and isolating the omega until it got turned around on them and they realized it wasn’t fun being harassed. Maybe I’m just a petty bitch but if I was in Ein’s position and I could get back at someone who bullied me by putting them in my place I would do it too. “Oh well he went too far with it!” I don’t fucking care! He is a 15 year old child who suddenly went from being hated and harassed by his entire community to being in charge of all of them within a day. Obviously it’s going to get to his head. OBVIOUSLY he’s going to do stupid shit because he feels suddenly untouchable. I’m not going to blame a child for not being mature enough to responsibly lead an entire group of like a hundred other children or handle his emotions properly!

Anyway, proceeding to show Aaron keeping his role as omega instead of picking one of those three to make Ein look like an unreasonable asshole was also just an insane thing to witness cuz how on gods green earth was he supposed to know he could do that. The teacher’s reaction in the flashback shows plain as day that that is not something that’s happened before and it’s not like he told Aphmau or Ein they were allowed to do that so how the fuck was he supposed to know that was possible. And it’s not like he was even in the wrong for picking an Omega in the first place because he was LITERALLY TOLD TO. “Oh it’s different bc those three are pups! They can’t defend themselves!” and yet the weakest members of the pack are ALWAYS candidates to be the Omega? You can’t tell us werewolf rules and then expect us to think Ein is in the wrong for adhering to them, that’s fucking stupid.

And, a little bit of a tangent, the fact that the scene of Ein telling Kai he can’t compete to be the werewolf alpha is framed in a way to make it seem like EIN is the one in the wrong is actually fucking bonkers. Kai is not apart of that culture. He has no fucking right trying to insert himself in their politics let alone LEAD them. Ein was completely justified in telling him to fuck off no matter his intentions. Sorry not sorry.

And, love Jess to bits, not trying to come for her, but the entire “Ein was manipulating Aphmau all along” twist was fucking stupid. It relies almost entirely on you watching Emerald Secret alongside it in order for it to not be obviously out of left field. And I’m sorry but if you need to watch an entirely different series for your twist to work, it fucking sucks. The only actual hint toward it is the other wolves being weirded by him but even then it’s implied that’s because he’s 1. A transfer from a different pack and 2. The omega??? So it’s like okay what else do we have. Him finding Aphmau being the alpha as a human weird? Okay well that’s not a hint either cuz it literally IS weird considering she is not apart of their culture. Him insisting Kai can’t compete to become the alpha? Also not a hint because YEAH THATS FUCKING CRAZY???? Not to mention there is no 15yo on this planet who is that good at manipulation. Sorry but it’s true. I think the plot would’ve worked a lot better if they’d gone the “power corrupts’ route instead of the “secret evil master manipulator” route. But yk we can’t have TOO many people sympathizing with our villain, or else they might realize a grown man coming back to beat up this high school sophomore is fucked up! Speaking of.

The fact that we, as the audience, are supposed to see Aaron, a grown man, sneaking into the school in a stolen uniform, beating the shit out of this 15yo child because he tried to sabotage his relationship with another 15yo (which like, technically a dick move but also get away from that little girl), and then throwing one of the kids who is SHOWN to have bullied Ein out with him to make it look like he did it, and view that as a GOOD THING is actually horrific. Aaron gets a pass for this and all the other weird or straight up awful shit he does but god forbid Ein step one foot out of line or else he’ll suffer the narrative’s wrath!

And then he gets manipulated and exploited by a literal demon from hell and somehow he is still the devil! Yeah man! Whatever!

Anyways, rant over. I hate this series and this fandom for the way they treat Ein and refuse to see the nuance in his character.

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Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Summary: As the year ends, you are scrolling through your photos. But you realise that you and chan have growth apart over the years. With that, chan comes home. And a conversation happens when you realise you couldn’t recognise him for a second.

Genre: Angst/slight fluff/ a bit crack if you squint

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: cursing, (I don’t think there is anything else, but if you find it please tell me!)

Writer’s note: This is my first time ever writing anything sooo bare with me here. I did proofread this by myself but if I missed anything let me know. Feedback is welcome! I hope y’all enjoy this little something created from a thought I had. Also, condolences to SK for the accident yesterday. And give your loved ones a hug, it’s almost 2025!

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The four years with Chan has been a blessing and a curse. Throughout those four years, you’ve been there for the ups and downs of both his and his team’s lives. From Hyunjin’s suddenly hiatus to different comebacks and now being a “First Act In History” group. But for you and chan, it’s been the same yet so different.

The both of you still have this little tradition of movie nights, whereas now the date is always changing to fit into chan’s tight schedule. You both still go on the trips with the kids before every comeback, just not every single one. You still visit chan in his studio even at the weirdest times, just not as often. Now as you sit on your bed in your shared bedroom scrolling through your photos as the year is ending, you start to realise just how far you’ve grown apart. From the constant rise of popularity of the group to the sudden changes of chan’s schedule, the time spent together has lessened and lessened. Turning to your right, you realise that his spot on the bed has grown cold. As you try to think, when was the last time he was home with you? When was the last time you shared a face to face moment, a meal, a date, even just a simple talk apart from good mornings,simply greeting or a few texts throughout the entire day. A ache started to form in your heart.

Just as you got lost in thought wondering when it started to go downhill, the long forgotten sound of his keys jingling and the door unlocking snapped you out of it. As you stood up to go greet chan, your eyes caught something shiny to your left. Oh, our matching bracelets. Had I taken it off? As u reached to grab it, you looked at the clock. 03:38. Is it that late already? Huh. As you start making your way out of your room, you hear the voice of the man you loved with your whole heart. “Babe, I’m ho-“ You hear him stop halfway. Knowing him, he probably suddenly realised the time and stopped thinking you were asleep.

As you hear him shuffling around, you step out of the corridor to say hi. But as you look at the man in front of you, the words got stuck in your throat. The only thing u managed was a gasp. Chan’s head snapped up at the noise, eyes wide as he looked at you. “Babe? Why are you still awake? It’s so late.”

But you can’t talk, you’re just stuck in place looking at the man in front of you. “Babe, you ok? Why are you looking at me like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” He chuckled softly, hands reaching up to rub behind his neck. You were in shock, too stunned to even reply.

You slowly make you way to him, “Babe you’re scaring me. Are you ok? I missed y-“ You stopped him halfway through his sentence as you cupped his face, your eyes roaming across his features, taking him in. You bring your hands down to rest on his shoulder. They’ve become so much wider than you remembered. “You, you’ve changed.” You start softly, looking back into his eyes again. For a fleeing second you couldn’t recognise him. His eye bags have grown deeper, exhaustion all over his face, his shoulders have gotten so much wider, he has gotten so much bigger. Has his hair grown longer too? As you looked at his curls, you slowly run your fingers through his hair. He let out a sigh. As he looked down at you, “Works been hectic lately, from the tour to the recent comeback. I guess I just didn’t rest a lot.” He said softly. You looked him in the eyes as you feel your tears starting to brew. No, stay strong. You’re finally seeing him after, after. How long? This is not the time to cry. You told yourself. “No I meant. You changed, physically. I almost didn’t recognise you for a second.” A silent message passed between the two of you, I haven’t seen you in so long that I couldn’t even recognise you. He stood there frozen, something flashed through his eyes. “I-l’m sorry. I guess I was just too caught up with work I just-“ “No I get it, it’s fine. I’m just glad you’re home again.” You spoke up, smiling at him weakly. His eyes were sad mixed with confusion. “Again? Baby you’re being silly. I was home just a few da-“ He froze. You slowly moved back, letting out a sad chuckle. “You can’t remember? Maybe you could use some rest. But seriously Chan it’s fine, you’ve been busy. I get it. I’m used to the bed being cold anyways.” He flinched, looking up at you. But before he could say anything, you started, “Want something to eat? Knowing you, you probably skipped meals again.” You chuckled, or at least, a sound somewhere along those lines.

You started to move to the kitchen to cook him something to eat, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an embrace. He slowly patted your hair hesitantly. “Enlightened me when was the last time I was home, please. Or the last time we had a date, a meal?” His voice slowly getting smaller. “Please, just. Anything.” He cupped your face as he looked deep into your eyes, searching for something. You wanted to say something, but the only time you remembered actually having a good look at him or even having a proper conversation was maybe 2 months ago on his birthday. You stood there, trying to reassure him with something recent. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell a lie you know fully well is far from the truth. You could see his face flashed with hurt, tears starting to form on his waterline. Your heart cracked. You loved this man far more than you could have ever imagined loving someone. And yet somehow, you’ve grown accustomed to being far away from him. But you still smiled at him, leaning up to give him a peck. “It’s fine. Just let it go, it’s no big deal. What do you want to eat. Eggs? Ramen?” You slowly slipped out from his embrace and quickly turning around before you got an answer. You can’t let your mask crack when he is already so tired. He doesn’t need another thing to worry about.

You know he doesn’t mean to stay away. His job meant everything to him. The kids, STAYs, you will never know what is like to carry that big of a burden and expectations on your shoulders all the time. So you just let him do his thing, settling on a simple video call or texting throughout the day. Because seeing his hard work pay off, his smile while performing, receiving awards, breaking records meant everything to you. Seeing him in his nature made you so proud of him, even if it meant sacrificing some of your time spent together for the sake of it. You quickly wiped your tears away and started fixing up some ramen for him.

-Time skip-

“Hey, come eat when it’s still hot” You call out to chan. As you dish up the ramen. “Chan? Come eat” You called out again, but you didn’t hear anything. So you put the ramen on the table and walked over to the living room to look for him. When you turned the corner and saw his figure on the sofa you tried calling him again. But stopped midway as your registered how he was. He was sitting on the sofa with his elbows on his knees and his head buried in his hands.

“Hey hey are you ok? Do you want to sleep instead? I can-“ He shook his head, “no i-it’s fine, I’ll go eat.” His voice soft, but he couldn’t hide the slight rasps and sadness in his voice. “Hey, talk to me? Is something wrong? Has work been too stressful? Or are the kids being too much to handle again” You ask, trying to skip over the obvious elephant in the room, as you move to kneel in front of him, taking his hands away from digging into his eyes and into your hands. “You know I’m here when you need me, and you can tell me anything. So what’s going on big guy.”

He couldn’t bring himself to look at you and sobbed when he heard the pet name. “I’m so s-sorry y/n. I-l-l feel like I’ve let you down. You’re always there for me when I need you and you’re always just a call away. But l-l can’t even be home with you. I’m not there to hold you when you sleep, I’m not there to listen to your problems, I’m not even here to listen to you talk about your day. I-I’m here so little to the point you don’t even recognise me anymore. How is that ok?” As he talked, his voice got louder until he was borderline shouting.

You flinched at the sudden outburst. He looked up at you, tears rolling down his face, red linings his eyes. He whispered, “how is that ok?” You gave a sad smile and gripped his hand tightly. “Chan, remember when I said I’d be there for you, no matter how you are, where you are, or who you’ve become?” He gave a weak nod. You continued, “As long as you’re mine and I’m yours. Nothing is going to change that. And I’m never letting you go, ever. I knew what I was getting into when I decided to date you, I knew how hectic your schedules can get, and I knew how busy you are. But every single time I come back to you. Because I love you, I love you so much it hurts. I love you so much to the point where I can’t even imagine what life would be without you. I love you so much that words nor actions can express what I feel for you. And I love you so much that seeing you happy and doing what you love and do best makes me happy too, even if I’m cheering from far away. Every couple has their own ups and downs, we just have to make it through together.”

You take his face into your hands as you look him deep in the eyes. To try and convey your love and reassurance. “Chan, I say it’s ok because I’ll never understand the stress and burden you have, or how you are constantly being pressured under piles and piles of deadlines, expectations and work. I say it’s ok because you are doing what you love. I say it’s ok because I know no matter what you’d drop everything and anything in a heartbeat if I ever needed you, and that is enough for me. I can’t be the one who becomes an obstacle in between you and your love, your passion. The fact that you still take the time out of your day to text me and check in on me is more than enough. And don’t you dare tell me I’m settling for too little, I knew what I got myself into when I fell for you, when I chose to date you. You being you is enough. Yes, I haven’t seen you in god knows how long to the point I ALMOST couldn’t recognise you. But I know you’re doing what you can, and that is why this is ok. Yes, I’m sad that I don’t remember when the last time we had a date was, when was the last time I slept in your arms. But right now, having you here with me. This is more than enough, and that’s all I ask for right now. Is to spend the little time you have together.” You pour your heart out and lay it bare in front of the man who means everything to you. You slowly wipe his tears off his face while he just stares at you. You can see in his eyes the love and affection he has for you. “Fuck y/n, what did I even do to deserve you. I’m never home, I’m never here with you. And yet you are still here with me. Why don’t you just-“ “Shh, don’t talk about nonsense. I told you, I’m never ever leaving you. Ever. And that’s final.” You stand up, bring him along with you. “But Chan, I need you to promise me something. Just one tiny thing.” He sniffs and nods. “I know your schedule is hectic, but I just want you to try. To try to be home more often, at least once a week. And to take care of yourself, stop staying up so late and skipping meals. It’s not healthy.” You say with a smile on your face as you slide your arms around his neck. “Can you do that?” He takes a breath and pulls you impossibly closer to him. “I swear on everything I’ll try, I’ll try to be better for you. I’ll come home more often and earlier. I’ll take you out on dates and do things you love with you too. To make up for lost times, yeah? I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t even realise how I’ve been neglecting you. I was too caught up on improving and getting more opportunities for the kids I completely neglected the one person I love and care for the most. I really am sorry.” He looks down at you with so much love and determination in his eyes that makes everything around you start to blur, as if everything disappeared on earth except the two of you.

But suddenly you remembered something snapping you two out of your tiny bubble. “Oh shit! I left your noodles! Fuck they’re probably all soggy now. I’ll go make a new one for you, I’ll just eat it.” As you turned to run into the kitchen. You hear chan’s lighthearted and whiny laugh. “It’s fine! You’re too good for me l swear. I’ll just eat it, it shouldn’t be that bad. I can’t have you eat that while I enjoy something else.” As he runs into the kitchen to stop you from cooking something else again. “Fuck, I love you so much. How did I even get you.” Chan whispers, and starts laughing at you trying to protest on making him a new one. “Let go of m-! Christopher stop tickling m- CHRISTOPHER!” “You look so cute when you laugh. Hey! Comeback! Im not done with you!”

As laughter fills the once quiet and empty apartment. Everything seems to be falling into place again. The love and warmth slowly creeps back into place around this little apartment. Unbeknownst to the both of you, this night was just the start of a new chapter that the both of you will be exploring together. And a step closer to something great that is to come.

-End-

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Have a great day and I hope 2025 treats you well<3

Happy (almost) 2025

-Lyn

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Leather and Lace

Hiiii I don't know if there's really a market for this but I started True Blood and saw the lack of fics about this fine ass viking vampire. It made me bring back my pen from retirement and I hope you enjoy.

I'm a OG fanfic writer so I live and die by outfit inspo pics rip polypore. Link: https://urstyle.fashion/styles/3753633

After making the decisions that led her to venture away from her comfortable life in the Midwest town she grew up in, to ending up back in Louisiana only this time visiting a girl she’d became instant friends with after a drunk night of bonding during a college spring break; Y/N no longer believed anything else she did would be too far out of her comfort zone. 

Hence why she’d allowed her instant friend Hadley to convince her to join her for a night on the town at a popular vampire bar in Shreveport. Y/N herself didn’t personally have any strong feelings about vampires positive or negative. Her interaction with their kind had been incredibly limited, as they aren't as ingrained in society in the Midwest as they seemed to be here in Louisiana. Though, as someone with a unique racial history she wasn’t prone to judge an entire group of people based on the widely publicized and scrutinized actions of the few, so she was open to making a connection.  

The somewhat dodgy looking bar “Fangtasia” Hadley brought her to seemed to be a local hot spot as the line to the door had wrapped itself around the building before the doors were even open. “No wonder you wanted to leave so goddamn early,” Y/N laughed, “Is it always this busy?”

“This is actually pretty slow for a Friday night, probably because there’s been a few ‘vampire suspected’ crimes over in a town nearby. Nothing you should need to worry about though! Ironically they’re pretty attentive to humans here.” 

“Hmmm if you say so girl, I feel like my outfit is already doing that attention grabbin’ for me.” Y/N gestured to her cute neutral ensemble, paired with a stunning stiletto brown boot and matching purse, and directed Hadley with her eyes to the others in line. “I didn’t get outfit memo of leather subculture meets Evanescence.” 

“Yeahhhh girl I’m sorry, I should’ve let you know they really play up the traditional vampy monster vibe. Your whale tail kinda fits in tho!” Hadley spun her around, pointing out her tasteful bow accessorized thong peaking over the waistline of her skirt, “And look at that hair! The length, the volume, pure seductress vibes.” Her hair cascading down her back, gently moving with the motion of her spinning. 

Throughout their chatting the line no longer remained stagnant, and Y/N and Hadley were “politely urged” to move forward, by those behind them in line. As they neared the door, Y/N took note of the woman guarding the entrance. She had a strong European angled face, the perfected appearance of “natural” blonde hair and deep set blue eyes. She made no attempts to hide her fangs, while playing up her vampire allure with customers as they entered the club dawned in what could best be described as a “BDSM gothic slut” ensemble. However, the feature that Y/N was most interested in about her was the killer pair of “So Kate” pumps adorned on her feet.  

“I love your shoes!” Y/N stated as they reached the front of the line, before the vampire could even begin to speak. “Those are the legendary ‘So Kates’I don’t know how you manage to work at a bar and wear those all night long.” 

The woman seemed to be a bit taken aback by her forwardness in interacting with her, “Well aren’t you just sooo cute? I can wear them all night long because I’m dead sweetheart. Let me see some ID.” Y/N and Hadley complied handing over their their respective ID’s. 

“You know they’re also known as ‘Killer Kate’s’ kind of fitting, no?” Y/N smirked as she waved them into the bar after verifying their ID’s. The woman gazed back with a sly grin a slightly amused expression “You’re an interesting one” Y/N simply sends her a smile back accompanied by a short inhale of a laugh and heads into the bar with Hadley. 

As they enter the bar Y/N begins to take in the atmosphere and abundance of a world unknown to her. She takes note of the “vampy” vibes Hadley described earlier the decor of the club adorned in traditional blacks and blood red tones. Now she wasn’t a prude by any means, Y/N was no stranger to nudity as she’d love a good jaunt to the strip club with her girlies back home, but something was off about the dancers on display in the club. Perhaps it was raw perverse nature the dancers portrayed themselves as prey in, with a grossly predatory eye of the onlooker. They seemed to play into the idea of them as a “meal fresh for the taking” leaving nothing to interpretation, a very literal display towards the targeted vampire audience. That alone had offset the room’s vibes there was something more that Y/N sensed. 

While vampires had only come out of the coffin 2 years prior, Y/N had been able to sense something “off” about certain energies ever since she was a young girl. Up until the confirmation of there being supernatural beings in the world she simply dismissed it as her being a intuitive scorpio queen. With the news of other beings existences she’d begun to explore that ability of hers as potentially more that just deep astrological stellium influences. Her honing into that intuitiveness and energy sensing allowed her to get a clear feel onto the vibes of the room in her present situation. Y/N started to feel a clenching in her gut making her tense up, something telling every nerve in her body to synapse and to be on the utmost alert. The energy was powerful, dark and looming, almost as if it was commanding over the entirety of the room. Although the energy was fearsome in its rawness, there was something about it that was also thrilling. Y/N pulled herself from her thoughts and maneuvered her eyes to venture beyond taking in the foreign space but to focus on finding just who or what was outpouring this energy. 

“Girl are you okay? I know it’s a lot to take in, we can take a breather outside if you want?” Hadley further snapped Y/N from her trance and she nodded her head to her friend in response.

“Oh no I’m fine girl, it’s just so much to take in! Let’s go grab a drink, I’ll probably feel more settled after one or two of those.” She grabs her friend’s hand and heads in the direction of the bar.

Y/N ordered a drink along with Hadley and as soon as it was placed in front of her she turned around, acting as if she was mindlessly sipping on her drink while raking her eyes across the crowded room. In her observation, Y/N noticed a section of that room that was separated off, yet seemingly had the best seat in the house to get a full look at the ongoings in the bar. In the section there were three ornate chairs, and in the center chair presided a being for lack of a better term. Man or vampire didn’t seem to encompass the raw dominating essence he emitted, and with one look she instantly knew this was the source of the energy in the room. He seemed to command the very essence of the room while not even being engaged in the ongoings within it. He was typing away on a phone with a disinterested expression on his face, with his hair pushed back seemly like he’d continuously been running his fingers through it. He had on a low cut black tank top accompanied by a black jacket and a necklace. The mere dominance his aura presented was something alone that should have instilled her with fear, but that spark of thrill earlier was ever-present along with the signs of danger. Y/N could sense she was ogling at this point and refocused on the conversation Hadley was attempting to hold with her “-just so hot you know?” 

“Oh girl for sure” Y/N shifted her eyes to focus on her friend’s face, and flagged down the bartender motioning for another drink. “Eric Northman had you in a trance huh?” Hadley giggles referencing the direction Y/N has averted her attention from. 

“Who’s Eric Northman?” Y/N playfully raises a eyebrow at Hadley. 

“The vamp you were just ogling, he’s a very important figure in the vampire community and not just because he owns this bar. I get it though, he’s a total smoke show, anyone can get lost in looking at that.” 

“It’s not that I was ogling for something like that-” Y/N furrows her brows at Hadley’s suggestion and carefully chooses her words as to not come off as strange, “- it’s just that there’s this raw energy radiating off of him in waves. Like this intense ass fucking power and his ability to control the room without being present within it beyond a physical sense is so—”

“Mhmm whatever you say girl.” Hadley laughs at her friend’s flustered state, “The first big bad vampire boy you see and you’re already crushing on him”

“Bitch shutcho ass up, let’s go dance or something. I thought you were gonna show me a good time girl?” Y/N grins as Hadley eagerly drags her to the dance floor seizing the opportunity to get her friend engaged. 

Allowing to get herself ensnared into Hadley’s shenanigans Y/N submits herself to be swept up into the impromptu dance floor beginning to surround the dancers preforming on the platforms in the center of the room. While the bar atmosphere in the sense of its powerful energy, and fashion choices was foreign to Y/N, the music wasn’t a complete unknown to her. Y/N playfully joined Hadley in dancing to a upbeat song, swaying and loosening up the tension in her body. Y/N grabbed Hadley’s hands and they took turns swinging their arms together dancing to the beat, along with preforming a few exaggerated spins and twirls. After a good few songs working up a sweat on the dance floor with their goofing off, the vibes of the songs began to change along with the dancing going on around them. No longer were there others harmlessly dancing to the music as the duo was a moment ago, instead the music had changed to a slower four count beat with a seductive base. Y/N recognized the tune as Nelly Furtado’s “Maneater” and rolled her eyes with a grin. “Isn’t this a bit ironic to play in a vampire club?” Y/N leaned over and spoke into Hadley’s ear. 

Y/N had a few drinks by this point and was a bit more relaxed so she began to sway her hips in a more sensual nature along with the beat while tastefully running her hands along the sides of her body. Y/N dramatically flipped her hair and dropped to her knees, popping her butt a few times before swaying her hips on her way back up. Hadley looked at her friend with her jaw dropped and a look of awe on her face. “Girl now you know I’m not no fuckin’ prude” She laughed and continued to dance, running her hands through her curly hair letting it gracefully fall down her back.

“I know it’s just you seemed so out of it, I didn’t think I’d be seeing this girl tonight” 

“I came out to have fun and dance. I still intend to do so even if in the most unlikely of places.” Y/N pulled her friend in close and spun around giving Hadley a friendly show of dancing on her while dropping low and popping back up again. 

Hadley laughed and joined in, the both of them moving their hips in synch against each other and dancing to the rhythm of the beat. Y/N grasped Hadley’s hands and turned around continuing to sway against her friend as the music continued on. Suddenly, Y/N felt that intense aura again, only this time she could tell that energy was focused in the direction of her. Instead of leading with fear like her body still was screaming at her to do, she allowed herself to be pulled into the thrill. She decided to play out a few more sensual dips, and tricks as the onlookers in the crowd grew beyond simply the man on the throne she’d come to know as Eric. Soon their duo was being intruded upon by others trying to join in on the “fun”. Y/N felt a body creep up behind her accompanied by a hand on her waist. Y/N quickly shut that shit down by turning around and lunging at the man with a sneer and a kiss of her teeth “Boy if you don’t back the fuck up off me!” She raised her perfectly polished nail adorned pointer finger and began yelling in his face disregarding even a potential fear over what race he may have been. 

His expression quickly changed to fear in her display of upset and scurried off with a muttered apology under his breath. “Go back to whatever fucking hole you crawled out of you bum! Touching up on strangers like that, who the fuck raised your dumbass?” She yelled in his direction as he ran off like a coward. 

Y/N then turned back to her friend that had seemingly become instantly infatuated with a new dance partner in the duration of her less that pleasant interaction; a pretty little vampire girl. Y/N made eye contact with Hadley and sent her a knowing smile mouthing to her that she’d be over by the bar to take a breather. She took a seat at the bar and ordered a single tequila shot along with an ice water. While she wanted to have a little bit more fun before leaving, she knew to play it safe a get a water as she may be having to grab a cab back to their hotel alone knowing Hadley. After feeling his eyes on her while on the dance floor Y/N fought hard to remain her composure and not be tempted to once again look in his direction. It was incredibly hard for her to resist the temptation, as he’d clearly be enticed by her energy as well hence the staring. There was just something about this man that had her ready to completely disregard any of her self preservation skills. She shook her head and downed the shot needing a little boost to give into her impulses. She then grazed her eyes over towards his little throne setup, only this time her observation was met with one of his own. Her eyes immediately locking with his, that powerful energy stare once again directed towards her. Not one to have a inferiority complex, she started him back down looking at him through her buzzed haze, eyes slightly drooped yet still showcasing her own sultry intensity. 

After what seemed like an eternity of them deadlocked staring at each other; she cocked her head in his direction as if challenging him to make another move. Off to the side a drunk bar attendee knocked over a drink, deterring her focus onto the commotion occurring at the bar. She quickly turned in her seat chugged her glass of water and stood, intending to make her way to the bathroom to freshen up when she felt a presence behind her. Y/N turned and came face to face with the European bombshell bouncer with the excellent shoe taste. “You indeed are a interesting one, he’s requesting your presence” she motions toward Eric, leading Y/N to glance past her shoulder to see his ever powerful gaze remaining on her watching their interaction. 

Y/N then takes a seat crossing her legs, and resting both of her elbows against the bar with a lean, pretending to ponder the proposition as if she was given one. “If he’d like my company he can ask me himself. No doubt he’s gotta be at least one hundred years old, he knows chivalry has yet to die correct?” The vampiric woman almost snorts and the young girl’s brazenness. “Now I’ll admit I’m not that familiar with your kind, but I’d wager that he can hear my answer correct? No need for you to continue to play his messenger pigeon for me.” 

“It is clear your interaction with our kind is incredibly limited as you say. You have no idea the level of disrespect you infringed on someone very old and very powerful.” Y/N shrugged in response. 

“I’m willing to find out, and it seams I won’t need to wait long as the message was clearly received” She gestures to the man rising from his throne and within a blink he was arched over her invading on her personal space invoking his powerful aura. 

His energy was radiating in waves, causing the nearby bar goes to freeze up as the interaction went down. The humans in close range seemingly to be feeling the psychical effects of his energy, some full on shaking in fear. Nothing immediately was exchanged via words between the two only silence filled the air as she met his fierce slightly crazed gaze.“You were correct in your assumptions. Yes, I could hear your conversation, and yes I am at least over one hundred years old. In fact I’m ten times that, and I don’t fucking beg. Join me.”

“Well aren’t you just a peach! What a way to ask for a lady’s company” Y/N sarcastically pats his cheek, grabs her purse and heads towards the section. 

Her demeanor with the vampire so far had been a gamble, yet Y/N knew when to fight her battles and when she was pushing it. She chose not to toe that fine line of further testing limits at the moment and complied with his request. As she entered the section containing three chairs, she debated about trying her luck taking a seat in the designated subtle but decisive throne but settled into a different seat in the section. It was if as soon as she sat down the stares from onlookers ceased and everyone within the room was able to “breathe” again. She glanced in the direction of where she had just been sat and watched the man she knew as Eric talk in hushed whispers with the vampire woman. Both of then wearing a somewhat amused expression but more so was present on the woman’s face. Once again in seemingly the blink of an eye they both were present in the section where she now sat. Nothing was said, only a tense silence filled the air. “I’m the sheriff of this area, something that may mean little in your human ways but carries an immense amount of power within the vampiric world. Disrespecting me in my position, in my bar, will not be tolerated again. This is your first and only warning,” He once again encroaches upon her personal space and speaks the words mere inches away from her face, “I will not have a repeat of his event” his words each emphasized by his intense look of finality. 

Y/N couldn’t help but to quip back “Who the fuck said there’s even going to be a chance for us to interact again?” 

Eric’s expression shifts after a moment in which Y/N notes a trace of confusion, after a beat he and he says “You’re very intriguing for a breather” 

“And you’re not very courteous for a old man” In which the nearby woman full on breaks letting out a deep laugh, not surprising with how amused she’d been throughout their limited interaction. 

Eric turns toward her with a look speaking something, without saying anything indicated her presence was dismissed. As she exits the section she makes it a point to introduce herself to Y/N “The name is Pam, I look forward to seeing you around sweetheart” as she laughs and vanishes in a second with vampire super speed. 

Eric continued to rake his eyes over Y/N not even attempting to be discrete with his observations. “What’s your name?” 

“Y/N, and yours?” 

“Eric Northman, what are you?” 

She scrunches her face in annoyance “I’m biracial black and white. Why? Is that is problem for you?” Her words dripped in confrontational attitude at the subject. 

“Not that kind of what are you, what sort of creature?” Eric chuckles at her display of attitude, finding it endearing. 

“Uhm human as far as I know” She looks back at him confused. 

He once again leans into her space, and breathes out “Interesting” 

“Why? What makes you think otherwise?” 

“Hmm nothing, I must’ve been mistaken” 

“Mhmm okay sure, is that all you wanted from me? You sure know how to show a girl a good time by making all these demands to make her answer a dumbass question but not give her any answers back” She rolls her eyes and slouches back into the chair. 

In response, Eric makes a display of dropping his fangs and grabs her face pulling her closer to him by her chin. Y/N knew she was testing his patience at this point, but she was growing restless at this continued inconvenience his dominating presence offered throughout the night with little reward as to that thrilling appeal. “Must you keep testing me?” He speaks through clenched teeth, his fangs on full display. 

Silence hangs in the air in response, as Y/N doesn’t have the energy to keep squabbling with him. She could feel his actions kindling her anger, deciding he needed to be the next one to make a move because she no longer could guide whatever this tension was any further. With a few more beats of silence and lack of action on his part she sighed. “I should really be getting back to my friend.” 

Eric loosens his grip on her face gently moving her face in the direction of Hadley and the vampire girl from earlier making out on the dance floor. “This friend of yours doesn’t look like she’d like to be interrupted.”

“Well in that case, I hate being on display like this and it doesn’t seem like we’re getting anywhere with whatever the fuck is going on between us here. I, unlike you, don’t have some weird authority kink fetish. If you’re going to demand my company can we at least converse without all of these prying eyes” She gazes into his eyes not looking away as she speaks with an intensity of her own letting him know she means business. 

“We can continue our conversation in my office. Come.” He drops his hand from her face while putting his fangs away and holds a hand out for her to take. 

Y/N was surprised he complied that easily given his behavior from earlier, but it seems as he sensed whatever was going on between them would continue to be stalled under the current social conditions. She placed her hand into his and he gently guided her down the stairs out of the section towards the direction of his office. As they were walking she used it as a opportunity  a good look at him, now that she didn’t have to try and be coy about it. He was strikingly tall with a firm a muscular build. His skin while pale a reflection of his vampire nature, yet still had a thermal glow as if he was alive. His jaw was firmly set, and looked like a piece of history hailing back to the time of the nordic vikings. Y/N found herself being pulled further into his allure  beyond his raw dominance he was very attractive. As they near the door to what Y/N assumed was his office, he turned to Y/N with a cocky grin “You’re attracted to me.” 

As they were in motion when he abruptly stopped, and Y/N lacked the vampiric reflexes he had she ended up stumbling into him. He steadied her by grabbing her waist, “Well yes, I wouldn’t be entertaining your demanding ass if I wasn’t. Why are you pointing this out now?” She looked up at him, taking no issue with his hands still resting on her body. 

He leaned down to huskily whisper in her ear “I can smell it. Don’t worry though you smell good enough to eat.” His fangs once again making an appearance, grazing over her ear as he finished speaking. 

Y/N couldn’t help but to deeply inhale at his tone and closeness along with what was said. She took an additional breath to steady herself and spoke “Let’s continue our conversation and we’ll see if you get a chance to have a taste.” Grasping onto his arms holding onto her waist she softly removes them from their position. 

Eric allowed her to guide his arms from their resting spot upon her waist and reached for her hand again. He opened the door and ushered her in behind him guiding her with their intertwined hands, shutting the door behind them. Y/N let go of his hand and took in his office, it was cluttered as to be expected of a bar owner. However everything seemed to have a specific place, and was very clearly organized. It seemed as if Eric didn’t just desire control socially, but with his possessions and personal spaces as well. Eric had taken a seat on a green loveseat tucked away in a corner of his office, once again eyeing her. “Come, sit.” He motioned for her to join him. 

Y/N took a seat next to him on the loveseat trying not to be awkward about their closeness. As if sensing her discomfort Eric, being himself, pulled her closer by grabbing her legs and placing them into his lap. “You entice me, and I haven’t felt that way about a breather in centuries.” 

“I’ve never felt an energy like yours, it’s so domineeringly raw and powerful. The very way you carry yourself is just unlike anyone I’ve ever encountered.” She replied earnestly, and his fingers began to rub circles where they rested on her thighs. 

“You could feel my energy?” He leaned even further into her space. 

Y/N nodded “I felt it as soon as I entered the bar, it’s what lead me to you even though almost every bone in my body was telling me not to. The danger just wasn’t enough to deter the thrill I felt urging me to find the person or being this energy belonged to.” 

“So my energy enticed you as well?” He spoke not moving any further away from her space, seemingly inching closer as she spoke. 

“Yes, I mean I don't know? There was just this pull I felt to you, it’s how I was about to tell you were watching me while I was dancing.” 

“Fascinating, and you’re sure you are a human?” He breathed. 

She softly nodded once more getting lost in his hooded gaze. “So it’s safe for me to have a taste?” His eyes flickering back and forth between her eyes and lips. 

“I guess so? I’m not really sure what’s considered safe for vam-“

Eric wasted no time connecting his lips with hers, her mouth quick to move in response to his prompting. Their tongues danced languidly with each other, only the sounds of their lips smacking and shaky breaths could be heard throughout the room. Y/N wrapped her arms around Eric’s broad shoulders running her fingers through the hair at his nape. Eric’s hands moved from her thighs to shifting her body underneath him on the loveseat, pulling her taught against his body with one and guiding her head into the kiss with the other.

Y/N’s stomach was fluttering, the pent up tension between the two exploding in a moment of heat that had an incredible intensity but was only the mere minimum of exploration as far as their physical connection could go. Sensing so, Eric pulled back ever so slightly brushing his lips against hers before scattering them upon her jawline. He continued to kiss further down her neck, while he let his body sink into hers, the hand that was once supporting body now her toying with the bottom go her shirt. Y/N lightly tugged on Eric’s hair indicating for him to pull back, and removed her hands from his locks allowing her to arch her back off of the sofa and maneuver herself to remove her shirt. She haphazardly tossed her shirt somewhere across the room and was left in a lace strapless bra. Eric returned his mouth to her body moving from playfully scattered kisses along her neck to more aggressive nips as he neared her cleavage. Y/N heard the sound of his fangs dropping and looked at him through her drooped lusty gaze. His eyes were locked onto her own with a look on his face that as to be pleading for a taste. She sends him a nod, affirming their wordless exchange and he sinks his fangs into her flesh. There’s a moment of white hot pain causing her to gasp and arch into his touch. He pulls her body flush to his own, with a gluttonous groan sucking up the blood pouring from her wound. Soon the pain dips away into pleasure and Y/N let out a breathy moan “God, Eric…”

After a few minutes he releases from her chest with a pop, lapping up the remaining blood with his tongue. He shifts to sit up, lifting her legs in the air and making a seductive show of unzipping her boots with his teeth leaving them to accompany the discarded shirt somewhere in his office. He makes quick work of removing his jacket and shirt, following suit with Y/N’s bra. Y/N gasps with the speed in which he does so, her nipples pebbling at the sudden exposure to the cold air. Eric then descended back onto her body, tracing tantalizing kisses down her torso working his way down to her waist still confined by cloth. Eric hooked his fingers into her waistband and made quick work of removing her skirt and tights. Y/N complied as well by lifting her hips off of the sofa in effort to aid him. Soon she was left bare beyond her black lacy thong “Cute” Eric smiled and found himself almost diving into the apex between her thighs. 

His kisses in the area were feather light as if testing the water, wanting to be attentive to Y/N’s needs and comfortability. He focuses his kisses towards her center almost teasing, waiting for her to express her desire. His nose bumps her clit through the scrap of fabric causing Y/N to whimper in response. “You smell so good”

Y/N makes a small squeak and rasps “Eric if you don’t stop fucking teasing me” 

He laughs and gives her thigh a tap before slipping his fingers into the fabric, signaling for Y/N to move up for him to remove her panties adding them to the ever growing clothing pile on the floor. His eyes lock with her glistening core and he quickly closes the distance with his mouth licking a line up her cunt. He uses two fingers to part her lips languidly running them up and down her slit gathering her juices. In a split second he inserts the set of fingers into her core, and connects his mouth with her swollen bud suckling it between his lips. Eric lets out a moan that vibrates against her core, stimulating Y/N even further causing her to let out a mewl. She attempts to squeeze her legs closed in response only to have Eric remove his fingers from her pussy and wrap an arm around each thigh prying her open. Y/N couldn’t even form words at the feelings he’d invoked from her in the span of a few mere seconds. The way in which he was devouring her was like he was trying to absorb her entire being the way he had submersed himself in her. The noises he made and he continued to mouth over her heat were almost animalistic, as if nothing could keep him from savoring this meal. He was a man starved, and she was a seven course meal ripe for the taking. Y/N in a breathless haze gripped only his hair pushing his head further into his feast. His tongue continued to make use of her clit, pushing her further towards her peak. Y/N felt her breath quicken, releasing more incoherent noises and moans in response. Eric ceases his movements and pulls his mouth away from her clit with a pop, leading Y/N to drop her fingers from his head. “What the fuck?” She pants struggling to catch her breath after the interruption looking at him with murderous intent. 

“I want you to come on my cock” He pulls away from her using his vampiric speed to ride himself his remaining clothes. 

His somewhat gentle and calming demeanor had vanished, this was now a man that was all predator staring down his freshly captured prey. He grasped Y/N’s hips pulling them flush against his own. Y/N let out a sudden yelp at the change up, the surprise momentum of her being dragged forward while still recovering from their earlier actions leaving her a bit dizzy. Eric on the other hand was a man on a mission, he moved one of his hands to align his tip with her core. In one stroke bottoming out, causing Y/N to cry out and grasping out at Eric’s shoulders leaving crescent indents open his back. “Fuck, me” She groans, feeling so full. 

“That’s what I plan to do” Eric pulls out slamming back into her body. 

He grabs her leg lifting it over his shoulder, leading Y/N’s eyes to widen at the feeling of him reaching into her core even deeper. “Holy fuck,” Y/N’s jaw goes slack and letting her head fall back in pleasure. Eric sends her a cocky grin licking a line up her leg as he fucks into her. 

His cock brushing against her g-spot with every thrust has Y/N completely disregarding her earlier orgasm denial. The mere intensity of their connection brought tears to Y/N’s eyes from how good it felt to be joined with him. Not only were they psychically joined but their energies seemed to be intertwined as well, this was what that potential she needed to explore. That thrilling feeling drawing them towards each other she felt was not for naught, as the experience of their bodies conjoining, almost transcended the existence of time and space. It felt purely otherworldly or ethereal. Eric dropped her leg and connected his mouth to her lips. The tender kissing from earlier instead replaced with teeth clicking, and tongue sucking a complete filthy display. Y/N began to feel her peak approaching, moaning into Eric’s mouth. “Gonna, come”  

“Yeah? You’re gonna come on my cock like a filthy fucking fang banger?” He growls slightly pulling away from her face to get a good look at her.  

Unable to speak Y/N nods, feeling herself beginning to dissolve into pleasure. Overcome with the feeling rushing through her body in waves making her muscles spasm she falls into bliss. Eric falls in suit, joining her in the throughs of pleasure. Y/N lies there with Eric on tip of her, with his arms still supporting her keeping her from falling. She lies there attempting to catch her breath for a bit, before she speaks “Well that was fun.” 

Eric pulls out of her as and she clenches her face up a bit at the sensation, before gently flipping them on the couch with her body now laid flat atop his. Eric grabbed a piece of her hair playing with it in between his fingers. “Can I see you again?”

Y/N pretended to ponder before leaning into his space “Yeah I think you can.” She pressed a playful peck against his lips. 

“There’s a shower in the bathroom over there, go, I’ll join you in a few.” He motions to a separate door in his office sitting up. 

Y/N nods and heads off, wanting to rid herself of the blood, smell of sex, and sweat. Eric playfully gives her ass a tap as she heads off. As soon as she enters the bathroom, Eric pulls on his discarded pair of underwear and summons Pam into the room. “God it smells like sex in here, I wager your interest in her was justified? You don’t usually take to breathers like this, even the bold ones.” Pam complains as she enters his office. 

“She couldn’t be glamoured, her blood was like the nectar of gods, and her eyes glowed when she came. She’s something other than human, and I want to find out.” 

[unsolicited-opinions]

You people and your obsession with monotheistic religions is what is holding us back as a species

Let's try to entertain this criticism as though it has validity.

"You people"

Let us assume that Anon means Jews.

"Obsessed with monotheistic religions"

~45% of Israelis are secular.

~30% of US Jews are secular.

Both groups still identify as Jews because they are, even if they don't observe any form of Judaism, the traditional religion of the people of Judea.

"holding us back as a species"

The accusation that “Jews are holding us back as a species” is a modern repackaging of longstanding antisemitic tropes that have historically framed Jews as impediments to progress, civilization, or moral order. This accusation came from, among others, Adolf Hitler, Henry Ford, and David Duke.

I suspect Anon incorrectly believes that the Jewish claim to Judea is based on a religious belief. It is not. Jews...are from Judea. This is why they're called Jews. The vast majority of Jews are Zionists not for religious reasons, but because they believe that they should have the right of self determination in their indigenous homeland.

While Christianity and Islam each preach that theirs is the only way to know, be loved by, or join with the divine, Jews do not share this attitude.

The religious position of Judaism towards other religions is that if they're following the Noahide laws, they're fine...and that people of other faiths are loved by God. At no time have Jews emulated the Christians and Muslims in demanding that others convert to their faith. On the contrary, Jews are forbidden to prostelytize or seek converts.

Jews have enjoyed exceptionally positive relationships with religions which do not seek to convert, wipe out, or replace Jews. Judaism is innately ecumenical in a way that the two "Abrahamic religions" which were based on parts of Judaism...are not.

But Monotheism, Anon, isn't limited to these three faiths. Other monotheistic religions include:

Zoroastrianism

Sikhism

Bábism

Baháʼí Faith

Tenrikyo

Some Hindu traditions

Yazidism

Druzism

You really think it makes sense to lump all of these together? Have you studied the theology or history of any of them? (Of course you haven't.)

I'm an atheist.

I agree with Christopher Hitchens that the net result of religion is negative for humanity.

I also agree with Hitchens that some religions are far more dangerous than others. Hitchens knew that in order to criticize religion, one needs to study and understand religions...and appreciate their enormous diversity.

Hitchens was close friends with all kinds of religious people. It is entirely possible to be an atheist without being an asshole to people of faith.

Don't take my word for it, Anon. Listen to some of the greatest atheists of the 20th and 21st centuries:

Be forthright when religion intrudes into public life, but always be polite to individuals.

- Richard Dawkins

We must find ways of criticizing beliefs without alienating people who hold them

- Sam Harris

Being intellectually honest doesn’t require being emotionally hostile

- Sam Harris

Attack the idea, not the person.

- Christopher Hitchens

Don’t condescend, don’t misrepresent—but don’t be silent either.

- Daniel Dennett

For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love.

- Carl Sagan

I have a great deal of respect for the Jewish tradition of moral seriousness and intellectual inquiry.

-Christopher Hitchens

I am a partisan of the Jews, even if I am not one. Without them, there would be no concept of conscience.

- Christopher Hitchens

If I had to give up all other identities, I would probably keep Jewishness. Not the religion—I am an anti-theist—but the culture, the history, the resistance, the humor.

-Christopher Hitchens

The Jewish emphasis on education and argument is something I deeply admire, even if I don’t share the theology

- Richard Dawkins

Judaism has had the virtue of being more self-critical and less dogmatic than many other faiths

- Sam Harris

My Jewish heritage taught me to cherish learning, to ask questions, and to be skeptical of easy answers. These are the same values that guide science.

- Carl Sagan

Jews have contributed vastly to the Enlightenment, science, and modernity—not in spite of Judaism, but through cultural values Judaism long upheld: learning, debate, and moral responsibility.

- Steven Pinker

Anon hasn't read any of these thinkers. Anon is an edgy young atheist who believes that his atheisim justifies behaving like an asshole towards strangers in general...and Jews in particular.

And none of the atheists above share his views.

I hope he'll read more and grow a bit.

If you want reading suggestions, Anon, to help you learn enough about relgiions to criticize them intelligently, my Asks are open.

[thecharacterchronicler]

District Girl (Part 3) || (Peacekeeper) Coriolanus Snow x Reader || Smut

Outline: Coriolanus meets you again and, as a bad thunderstorm approaches, you invite him to take shelter in your cabin…

Word count: 3’686

Warnings: obsessive and possessive behavior, power imbalance, virgin female (implied) and rough explicit sex.

Author’s note: I tried to fulfill a request I received while sticking to the original idea I had for this part 3, so I hope whoever (anon) asked for it will be okay with this one being a bit rough. I promise I’ll try to write a much sweeter, more romantic, one shot of the reader losing her virginity to Coriolanus for you soon. Thanks for inspiring me with your request! 🖤 (Though I’m not sure I’ll know how to write sweet and romantic Coryo…)

((Part 1 )) - ((Part 2 ))

It had been cloudy since morning, causing the humidity in the air to rise above what Coriolanus usually deemed acceptable. It was still warm, even without a trace of sunshine, hidden behind menacing black clouds. Far in the distance, he could hear the distinctive roar of a thunderstorm approaching from the mountains, electricity almost palpable in the air.

Coriolanus didn’t enjoy sunny days either, mostly because he couldn’t get used to the uncomfortable climate of District 12, but standing between broken shacks, on a dirt road that would probably flood and turn into mud as soon as rain would start falling was a whole new kind of hell to him.

Hopefully, the party he was supposed to keep in check would end soon. It had barely started, with the two newlyweds couples returning from the justice building, gathering with their guests in a narrow space of grass between two cabins. Music was playing, but he didn’t like how wrong it sounded in his ears. People were joyfully chatting, trying to ignore the presence of peacekeepers nearby, watching them in search of an excuse to break out this gathering before it could turn sour because it somehow always turned sour in district 12… But maybe it would be the approaching storm that would put an end to the festivities first, allowing Coriolanus to go back to the barracks and have the rest of the afternoon to rest.

Standing tall, stoic, with a hand on his weapon, he watched the party unfold as some kids ran off to gather branches and burnt grass. He didn’t know the traditions for a wedding in this district but it sure seemed kind of pathetic to him. If it was his wedding, he would have made sure that it was a special day, he would have worn his best outfit and he would have made sure that his guests did too… Unlike most of the ones present today, still in their mining clothes and covered in dust. He also would have made sure that he had a proper venue where to celebrate his wedding, not a small patch of burnt grass near a row of sad cabins. And surely, he would have made sure that no storm was threatening to ruin it all.

“Hurry up or we won’t have enough time to get the fire going for the toasting.” You instructed a group of kids, as they placed a few fragile branches in your hands before running off again. You looked worried, your eyes on the black clouds in the horizon.

Coriolanus’ entire body reacted to your voice, briefly breaking his steady posture. He gazed at you, an irrepressible smirk appearing on his lips at the sight. You looked lovely. Even better than usual. Of course, you - out of all the other people - had had enough respect for the newlyweds to show up to their party wearing a nice and clean dress. The color brought out your eyes, making it all he could see for a moment. Until he lowered his gaze to your silhouette, noticing how it hugged and highlighted your lines and curves in the best way possible. It was as if the dress had been tailored for your body. Flawless.

Even if he wasn’t invited to the party and was instructed to keep his distances unless anything important occurred, he was happy to see you. He could watch you from where he kept guard, admire your beauty and make sure he memorized the contours of your body in that dress to entertain him later, when he’ll be alone in the showers. It wasn’t so bad after all.

The kids brought back another batch of branches to you and you placed them in a pile on the ground, taking a step back as a couple leaned down to light them on fire. All the guests applauded when red flames appeared, you included, as if lighting a fire was some kind of victory… Maybe it was after all, in such a humid climate.

A second couple did the same thing, starting a smaller fire next to the one slowly gaining strength and it pleased the guests just as much. Coriolanus held his breath when he saw you step up again, expecting you to follow suit on the odd tradition with a man that wouldn’t be him. You were dressed so nicely, your hair so beautifully arranged, that it finally occurred to him that it could be your wedding too.

No, he wouldn’t allow it. You were his. You had tasted him and he had tasted you, you knew each other intimately, you couldn’t belong to another man. Not anymore. Not when you could have him.

Instead of lighting a third fire, you handed both brides a loaf of bread and they proceeded to impale it on a branch, the grooms held it above the dancing flame and everyone watched as the bread slowly cooked. In the Capitol, cakes and desserts were served at weddings not… Toasts ?

He shook off his grimace of disgust. He wasn’t sure if it was because he kept being surprised by everyone’s lack of dignity in this district or if he was still slightly unsettled by the idea of you, marrying someone else.

A louder bang resounded through the street, bringing everyone’s attention to the mountains from which menacing clouds were quickly approaching. It was brief, everyone preffering to focus their attention back on the darkening bread held above the fire rather than on the weather, except for you. Coriolanus locked eyes with you, his heart strangely racing in his chest. He wanted you to notice him, but the possibility you might ignore him again, like you had a few days ago at the Hob, made him uneasy. He had showed you how good he could be to you. How lucky you should feel that you had somehow managed to catch his interest. But maybe you would provoke him again, just so that he could show you who you belong to once more.

A few very explicit images bloomed in his mind, he could be pretty creative when thinking about all the ways he could mark you as his. And as usual, it made him hard and desperate for attention.

But it seemed you weren’t going to need a reminder of his claim on you after all. You had stepped away from the party and were now walking in his direction, your pretty dress caressing the dirt road in the wake of your steps. He couldn’t help but smile at the way you grinned at him, as if you were happy to see him too.

“Are you keeping an eye on me, Coriolanus Snow ?” You asked him, playfully, stopping in front of him just slightly closer than what he would have expected.

His whole body buzzed at the sound of his name coming out of your lips. He had never told you so it must mean you had asked around about him. Maybe you had been obsessing over him as much as he obsessed over you, trying to find out who he was and how you could keep being the object of his desires.

“Always since I know how good you are at sneaking around.” He replied, with a grin. He didn’t know your name, but he would eventually. He simply couldn’t ask anyone about you, not when it might bring negative attention on him from his superiors. And what about his colleagues ? They might think that you’re an easy girl, or at least one who isn’t bothered by the peacekeepers’ uniforms and try to flirt with you - very much like Junius had - if they knew. It was better if he kept it that way for now, you’d be his little secret. “You look lovely in that dress.”

“Thank you.” You replied, seemingly a bit surprised by such a compliment. “My friends got married today.”

He nodded. That much he had gathered, even though wedding celebrations definitely looked nothing like the ones he had seen in The Capitol. He glanced to the sad party, where one couple was now eating their toasted piece of bread while others looked at them with emotion in their eyes. You followed his gaze back to where you came from.

“I’m sorry, I can’t invite you it wouldn’t be…” You started, but stopped yourself as he shook his head.

“It wouldn’t be appropriate, of course.” He finished for you, with a smile meant to reassure you that he had absolutely no desire to be invited to such events anyway.

A moment of silence went by, a bit awkwardly. He couldn’t force you on your knees and get you to suck him off right there, in front of everyone, even though there wasn’t anything he wanted more at this very moment and you couldn’t bring a peacekeeper back to the party with you, so you were both frozen with indecision, unsure of what else to do when you couldn’t put your hands - and mouths - on each other.

Despite daylight, an orange lightning illuminated the sky, fracturing the black clouds over your heads. A few seconds later, a loud bang resonated against the wooden walls of the nearby cabins, making the road under your feet tremble. Rain instantly poured down from the clouds, cold drops of water mixed with icy hail, piercing through the leaves of the trees and bouncing off of the roofs and ground.

Coriolanus left out a curse as the wedding party he was meant to keep in check dissolved, people hurrying in different directions to take shelter from the hail. If anything happened now, it would be his fault because he wouldn’t be able to tell if everyone went back to their cabins or if anything illegal took place afterwards…

You pulled him out of his thoughts by taking his hand in yours and guiding him to the nearest shack on the road, just as another lightning hit the ground, a lot closer than where the previous one did. You opened the door and pushed the peacekeeper in, closing it just as the roaring thunder reverberated through the street.

Coriolanus took in the modest house he was standing in, the few pieces of furniture and the broken window above the kitchen sink. It was about the size of his dormitory, but contained everything a house should, there even was a bed in the far corner of the room.

“You can stay here until the storm passes… If you want.” You suggested, the confidence you had been able to display during your previous encounters with him suddenly gone. Maybe because you felt awfully more vulnerable having him standing in your home rather than in a more public place. “Your clothes are wet, maybe I could hang them to dry ?”

A smirk appeared on his lips at your words and you smiled back at him, slightly blushing. He fixed his pale blue eyes on you as he slowly began unbuttoning his vest, you followed the movement of his fingers with eager eyes. He remembered how it felt when it wasn’t his buttons he was so deftly working on but you, pumping his finger deep inside the warmth his cock was so desperate to be buried in too.

He removed his vest, carefully placed his gun on the kitchen table and took off his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest and broad shoulders. He saw the way your eyes widened at the sight and liked how you couldn’t help but stare at his muscles, gaze lowering at the same speed your cheeks were gaining colors.

He opened his pants, lowered his underwear and left his erection proudly stand up from the fabric. He was hard for you, so hard it was almost unbearable, and you had barely done anything yet, apart from wearing a dress that hugged your silhouette and smile at him. It was kind of pathetic, how he probably could have come undone simply from closing his eyes and imagining his cum shooting out of his spent cock inside of you… Either buried deep in your wet pussy, either lodged down your throat while you gagged on his length, or even painting your face and chest with his cum again, the lovely sight it had been the first time still burned in his memory.

There were so many ways he wanted you. If he could have it his way, he’d probably lock you up in his dorm so that he could come back to you and fuck you mercilessly every time he felt the need to. Having you at his disposal would be such a relief for his cock - and hand. Maybe he’d finally manage to get you out of his mind if he could indulge in every fantasy he had about you, act out every scenario, test out everything he thought of, until he no longer had anything to think about to bring his cock to life at the most inconvenient times.

Although you seemed a bit more reserved this time, you still had the courage to reach behind your back to unzip your pretty dress, the fabric instantly falling and pooling around your feet.

Coriolanus’ blood changed course and flew to his already stretched cock, making it even harder and twitching with impatience. What a perfect sight you were, standing in front of him in nothing but your underwear. It wasn’t a fancy set of lingerie like the girls from The Capitol usually wore but maybe it was because you weren’t a girl from The Capitol that he was so obsessed with you. You were a district girl, and he had never seen a body more beautiful than yours, even in plain underwear that didn’t even match. It was as if he had designed you himself, the shape of you perfectly tailored to his preferences, with curves and dips that drove him crazy and plump, soft, skin that haunted his sleepless nights. It left him unable to decide between his desires to ravage you or worship you.

He stepped forward and carefully pulled the straps of your bra down your shoulders. He unclasped the hooks in your back, a bit less assured than he wanted you to believe he was and, once he was able to pull your bra off, he took a step back to admire your bare chest. Perfect.

He pressed a hand to your tender flesh, excitement buzzing in his veins when he felt the soft malleability of your breast. His hands weren’t calloused like the ones of the miners you probably knew, they were soft and delicate, a clear sign of his luckier upbringing.

He leaned down to place a kiss against your neck, just so he could press his body against yours, feel your heat, the warmth of your skin radiating against his. It was the most intimate he had ever been, with you and with anyone else. He couldn’t say he disliked how it felt, but it was also terrifying. He couldn’t let himself be too vulnerable with you, not when it risked leading to feelings he really didn’t want to have for a district girl like you. He already barely could manage how badly he wanted you, how much he thought about you, day and night… What if he fell in love now ? Surely, it would ruin his life.

No, there wouldn’t be any feelings, not on his side and not on yours either. It was just sex. Really good sex. But just that.

He didn’t have to be soft with you so that you’d like him, he could just take what he needed and give you what you wanted too and call it quits. Yeah, it was a good plan. Flawless even.

He pulled your panties down with a rough motion, taking you by surprise. You barely had time to kick the crumpled fabric off of your feet when he reached for the back of your knees, lifting you up into his arms with your legs closing around his hips for support.

He took a few steps until your back was pressed against the wall. Your face was so close to his, your wet lips making it so hard for him to resist kissing them with all the depth of his passion for you.

No feelings. He reminded himself.

He pushed his hips forward, his hard cock easily gliding through your arousal. You were so ready for him. Just like you had been the other day. And this time he wasn’t going to deny himself the pleasure of being inside you. He pressed himself all the way up to your entrance, finding an unexpected resistance on the way. He heard your breath catch in your throat as he attempted to pass it, noticing the grimace on your face but since you didn’t ask him to stop, he kept trying to dive into the surprising tightness of your pussy.

He felt your hands clasping his shoulders for stability, your body writhing with discomfort at the invasion. He knew he was fairly big - bigger than the fingers he had put inside you at least - but he didn’t expect you to be so incredibly tight around him. The pressure of your walls clenching on him almost making him dizzy with the intensity of the pleasure it built in his abdomen.

Then, without a warning, you suddenly relaxed and your pussy seemed to swallow him whole, finally allowing him to fully bury himself inside of your wetness. He cursed at the sensation and you quietly cried out when he hit the deepest point possible.

You still felt tight, but you were finally giving him permission to move. He gently rocked himself, getting his cock to slide back and forth as a way to loosen you up. He was molding you to fit him. Him, and no one else.

No feelings.

He closed his eyes. He could come just from this but he wasn’t going to be selfish. Not when he wanted you to keep wanting him as much as he did. So he focused, keeping his movements slow and wide despite how fast and rough his brain urged him to go.

Suddenly, you came, digging your nails in his shoulders and whimpering against his neck, your pussy contracting around his cock, forcing him to stop his movements inside you again and stand completely still while you moaned in bliss. He was good at this, it was his second time making you reach your climax and it gave him an unreasonable amount of pride each time he achieved this. This time especially, had merely felt like work at all, you simply couldn’t take that many slow thrusts inside you. And now your cunt was contracting around him, trying to milk cum out of him like the only thing missing from your orgasm was a load of his release inside you. But he wasn’t going to give it to you, not yet. No matter how limp your body suddenly felt in his arms and how you cried out as soon as he resumed his thrusts, he was going to fuck you until he was satisfied this time.

He adjusted his grip on your body and carried you to the bed, lying you down and immediately placing himself on top of you, putting his dick back exactly where it belonged, buried deep inside you. His hands behind both of your knees, he held your legs against his hips as he pushed himself back and forth in you, on his knees while you were lying down with your head resting on your pillow. He could feel the pleasure bubbling inside him, demanding more to finally explode and allow him some relief. He was so desperate to finish, he needed to fill you up with his seed, make sure you would be his from now on. Hell, he wanted to spill everything he could inside you until he was bone dry and then, feed you every drop that might escape from your folds so that none of his release would go to waste.

He leaned forward, the weight of his body shifting and pressing yours deeper into the mattress. The bed was creaking loudly with each of his violent thrusts, menacing to break, while your cries of agonizing pleasure escaped through the broken window, mixing with the splatter of the heavy rain outside and the low rumble of thunder.

It wasnt so much the way he drove himself in and out of you, fast and without mercy, that pushed him off of the edge but the sight of you, gasping for air like you couldn’t take him anymore, crying out his name with half of your face buried in your pillow, your pretty lips forming a perfect oval as he finally groaned and released himself inside you, making you climax once more, in unison with him this time.

He filled you up, waiting until his cock was done twitching, the very last drops of cum dripping from his tip before he took it out. He needed to catch his breath now but the way you were still shaking with pleasure in front of him, beautiful as ever and claimed by him made his heart race.

Rain and hail crashed noisily on the roof of the cabin, covering the sound of your panting breaths, lightning illuminating the darkness that had filled the room every once in a while. He knew that his friends were probably waiting for him back at the barracks, that his superiors might start wondering where he was since he wasn’t on permission yet, but he couldn’t get himself to leave. Not yet. He had been dreaming, imagining, fantasizing about this moment for too long to cut it short. The way you had felt, how your body looked without any clothes on, your face when he poured his release inside you, everything had exceeded his expectations. You were truly perfect for him. And he no longer could resist kissing your lips, making sure you’d understand how obsessed he was with you.

No feelings.

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[bnnysweets]

SOUL TIES

abby anderson x brazilian!reader

author’s note: english is not my first language! this fic has some portuguese lines but i translated everything!

warnings: none! pure fluff. reader’s gender is unspecified. reader have a great relationship with their entire family. aunts drooling over abby. abby and reader are truly in love.

“relax baby” you looked at abby one more time before press the doorbell, she was sweating so much you could see the little drops on her neck, “they’ll love you” you assured her and right after your mom opened the door. “oi meu bem! que saudades” (hi my love! i missed you), you hugged her with so much joy, the last time you have seen her it was 4 years ago, before you legally moved to usa, “essa é a abby? meu deus ela é muito grande!” (this is abby? oh my good she’s so big!) you laughed and nodded, “sim mãe, ela é a minha namorada” (yes mom, she is my girlfriend), your mom hugged abby and said with a strong accent “you’re so pretty! my daughter really have taste”, abby instantly felt relieved and a smile emerged on her beautiful face.

when you both got inside the pagode was loud, the smell of meat and garlic bread filled your nostrils, and your cousins laughs were loud with pure joy, you felt in home. it’s not like you didn’t have one, but nothing else compares to that, to speak your mother tongue, to eat traditional foods, to feel the brazilian weather, to see your family members being so receptive with the other family you have, abby.

“meu senhor ela é a porra de tanque de guerra” (oh my lord she is a fucking war tank) your uncle said giggling, already a little drunk, and hugged both of you, “vocês formam um casal lindo” (you make such a pretty couple). you were so happy, after many years of being away of your family you were back! and without any fights about how chose to live your life, abby noticed how you haven’t stopped smiling since the arrival, she was so anxious but she finally realized how much this means to you, to show her yours roots, the people that raised you, the house you lived for your whole childhood, you were showing your world to her, the most precious thing you have.

then it happened, you left abby alone for only 6 minutes to go to the bathroom and when you came back to the living room she was in the middle of a circle formed by your aunts, they were felling her up! squeezing her arms, massaging her back, touching her neck. you approached the group but stayed a little far just to watch the scene “olha como o braço dela é duro!” (look how her arm is hard!) “não e você já sentiu as costas dela? parece uma mesa” (did you felt her back? it’s like a table), your aunts were really impressed by her body, she was laughing so hard and mumbling littles “obrigada” (thank you) with a hard accent but full of eagerness to learn, to talk, to listen, to understand. your chest was filled with pride.

abby was loving meeting your culture, she even made 3 months of duolingo just to understand some things and even dared to say sometimes. when the afternoon came your aunts were preparing a little snack, they made cheese bread just because abby never had ate one from brazil, and after everybody was in the table, everyone was looking to abby taking the first bite “this is so much better than the one we eat there! i was fooled this whole time!” she said and you translated to everybody and your mom and you auntie highfived, your teenager cousin was determined to tease your girlfriend and asked “can you say pão de queijo?” (cheese bread) abby said all confident “pau de queijo” and room was contaminated with loud laughters because the way she pronounced it the brazilians understood “dick of cheese”.

you both said your goodbyes and were in the car going to the hotel, she was driving silently when she grabbed your hand and kissed it while still looking at the street “thank you for today, for trusting me and for letting me be part of your life, of something so important to you, thank you baby” she said, and when you finally looked at her face she was crying, just a little, but she was crying while smiling, she couldn’t stop smiling. “don’t need to say thank you abby, you were my family for a long time, you are my family ‘till the end of times, you don’t imagine how i’m happy that today was so good, my family wasn’t always like that with me, but they welcomed you like you have our last name, this was like…wow” when you noticed you were crying too, it was so long since you cried from joy, “you’re the love of my life” you said looking at her, the car stopped and you realized you were in the front of the hotel, abby got out the car and rushed to open your door, you were about to get out of the car when abby grabbed you and carried you in bride style to the lobby of the hotel while singing the outro of “you make loving fun” by fleetwood mac, you were giggling so hard and tried to sing along with her but you just couldn’t stop laughing. in that moment you were sure that abby was not only the love of your life, but the love of your soul.

dividers by @bunnysrph

[erika-xero]

Thoughts on ai and Art

What has Ai really changed for me is the perception of my own art. Years back, I was extremely concerned of my work being imperfect: everything had to look "right", the anatomy had to be flawless, the lines - clean and refined. The pipe-line had to be flawless too: minimal amount of layers, one - for lines, one - for colors, and a few for lighting/shading.

Meanwhile I was yearning for chaos and the standard pipe-line felt too strict, too limiting. I finished the drawing and cried over the imperfections, but I could not let myself create a new layer and just paint it all over as I wanted to - that would "mess up my perfect psd". This was even harder because I started as a traditional artist and traditional art is basically the same as drawing on one layer or stacking the layers on top of each other whenever you wish to change anything. I was so obsessed with the anatomy/perspective looking right that my works started looking boring and stiff. If I was not sure that I would be able to draw a certain body part at a certain angle ANATOMICALLY PERFECT - I just refused to draw it at all. Drawing back then was HARD. I forced too much limitations upon myself, I was so scared of making any mistakes and thus did everything I could to avoid the risk to fail. It felts like an entire world would see me failing and everyone - literally everyone - will disapprove. And don't get me wrong - the art community in my country has always been astonishingly toxic. We had, like, a group of 20 THOUSANDS individuals hunting down children online and bullying them into oblivion for drawing anime and furry characters in their school textbooks. And pretty much everyone except a small group of people (which I was a part of) thought that it's absolutely fine and this is how the things should be. Even the industry professionals were absolutely sure that young artists have to suffer and be ashamed of everything they do unless it is absolutely flawless at an any aspect. I was ashamed of everything I did back then. I was ashamed of drawing and posting sketches because I felt like they are not good enough to be shown to anyone. And then the Ai-boom started. And I had mixed feelings because I was not THAT scared, but I was somewhat disappointed of people? General public praised the generated slop ignoring the mistakes far worse than what real artists got bullied for for DECADES. The synthetic artworks are shiny. They are overrendered. They are liveless, boring, they lack fundamentals and yet somehow people viewed them as some kind of a miracle. I decided to learn how does those little machines generated their slop out of morbid curiosity, just to make sure that I got it right and it is spitting out cadavers created from mutilated, dismembered works of real artists. Used by people who did not care enough to pick up a bloody pencils. And I thought: why would I care enough to look at something that no one bothered to create? And then I started seeing everything I do completely different. I suddenly stopped caring of being perfect. Every piece I have ever done, every work I was crying over for it being ugly, every messy sketch and unfinished doodle suddenly started to matter a lot. Not that I stopped caring of doing my best, no. I stopped wishing to disown my own mistakes. They are my own. I cared enough to try and fail and to try again, and fail so badly that I wanted to cry, scream and throw up. And I repeated the cycle for long enough that I started to enjoy my silly doodles and started loving every tiny imperfection because this is what made my art so human. I still suck at drawing hands and feet. My line-art is messy and I started doing it right on top of my colored sketch. My pipe-line is in chaos and my PSDs look like a total mess of three hundreds of layers. I draw sketches with huge-ass round brush only adding the details that really matters. My works are better than they could ever be because they feel alive and chaotic as we human had always been. This is a love letter to my art and write it while flipping off my middle finger to the cadavers generated by the machine. I will not be stopped by glorified autocomplete and I refuse to be outdone by people who confuse googling an image with the act of creation.

My worst drawing is better than any of the generative imagery out there, because I cared drawing it.

[euphemmia]

Phainon x reader ( modern au )

Warnings : jealousy, loneliness, smoking, alcohol.

Summary: You are a loner living a boring, peaceful life. Your best friend is different and you always were a tiny bit jealous. New school, new city changed your life. Meeting wrong people, getting bad influence and finally getting what you wanted. How will that effect your relationship with parents, friends and most of all - Phainon?

A/N: There will be more parts.

Some people might cringe reading this, some might enjoy, the opinions will be different, but the main topic is how a person can change. Please leave a note, and express your opinion of the story so far :)

Also yes there will be a lot of oc’s for side characters , because I don’t like shipping characters.

At school, you weren’t the best student, but you weren’t the worst either. Your grades were decent—not the highest, but not low. To put it simply, your life was peaceful. You had a few close friends, one of them being Phainon. Your mothers were best friends, which naturally led to the two of you becoming close from birth.

Phainon was different from you. He was an extrovert, effortlessly getting along with everyone. He knew how to keep a conversation going, and with his good looks and athletic physique, he attracted plenty of admirers. Girls swooned at the sight of him, and Valentine's Day brought a flood of love letters. His popularity opened doors to parties, late-night meetups, after-school plans, and more. Yet despite his eventful life, he never neglected his schoolwork. His grades were slightly better than yours, but he never teased you about it. Yes, he was well-liked, but that didn’t change who he was—he cared for his friends, never mocked others, and always offered help when needed.

Still, you couldn’t deny feeling at least a little jealous. You only went out with friends on Fridays and Saturdays, and sometimes, you spent an entire weekend at home because your small circle of friends was too busy to meet up. You were a teenager, and of course, you wanted to experience the kind of life you saw others posting about on social media—girls dressing up for Friday nights, dancing, having fun with their friends. Meanwhile, you sat at home, scrolling through your phone out of boredom.

You talked with Phainon about this once, and he told you there was nothing to be jealous of. He even said he’d rather you stay at home than be where he was. You weren’t sure what he meant by that—he was probably just trying to make you feel better.

The two of you were close, having spent your childhood together. Your mothers often joked about you getting married one day, which only made you both stick out your tongues in mock disgust. Family dinners on Fridays became a tradition, one that continued to this day.

But a few days ago, at one of those dinners, your parents dropped a bomb of information —you were moving to a bigger city. You and Phainon were far from thrilled. The evening was ruined for both of you, but you didn’t complain. The city wasn’t too far away; a 40-minute bus ride would bring you back to visit your friends. And, of course, if anything went wrong, you had Phainon.

If only you knew how much your life was about to change…

Walking around your new school felt like being in a prison. At first, you sat with Phainon everywhere, but of course, it didn’t take him long to make new friends. After a few days, he asked if he could sometimes sit with them. He introduced you to his new friends, but you just didn’t click with them. That left you alone most of the time whenever Phainon was with others.

The school was much bigger than your old one. The students were stylish, moving in tight-knit friend groups. The hallways were loud—there was always some troublemaker getting yelled at by the principal, while others hid in their secret spots, sneaking cigarettes. And the girls… well, it was clear this school had its own version of the classic "mean girl" trio.

They were gorgeous, always making sure they looked their best. They carried themselves with confidence—not outright mean, but their glances spoke volumes. They were never alone, always surrounded by their own exclusive group.

The worst part? The blonde one had her eyes on you.

One day in history class, she stared at you—not in a rude way, but with amusement, as if she was plotting something . Unsettled, you quickly broke eye contact and turned to Phainon, starting a conversation as if nothing had happened.

“Were you even listening?”

The question snapped you out of your thoughts, making you look up at Phainon with a sheepish smile.

“As I was saying, there’s this girl—a friend of mine. She wants me to introduce you to her. I really hope you two get along.”

I smiled at him. He was worried. He knew you hadn’t adjusted to this school yet—at least, not in the sense of finding your people or your place. He had tried introducing you to some of his other friends, but you always ended up feeling left out.

“We’ll see,” you said with a shrug. “But I’m not going to force anything. Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t given up on me yet.”

Phainon chuckled. “No, but seriously—sometimes I feel like you’re doing this on purpose. How are you still not used to this place? Don’t tell me you’re trying to convince your parents to move back. That’s impossible.”

“I know, I’m not an idiot. But you are,” you teased, pulling your things out to prepare for class. “Your dumbness attracts people because you make them laugh. That’s why it’s so easy for you.”

“There’s no way you just said that.” Phainon gasped dramatically, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’m actually smarter than your brain-rotted self.” He leaned in closer, grinning. “I think people see you as a zombie that—”

You smacked him with your pencil case before he could finish.

The rest of the break passed with you and Phainon making fun of each other, bickering over something dumb. But every now and then, you could feel the blonde girl glancing at you. You tried to ignore it.

Soon, the lesson started, and you focused on making it through. Only one more class to go after this, and then you’d be free. When the bell rang, you sighed in relief—just one more hour and you could leave this place.

Outside, in the school parking lot, the sound of revving engines filled the air. Upperclassmen showed off their cars and motorcycles, while others were simply trying to get home. You glanced out the window and spotted Phainon already outside, nodding at his friends as they showed off their cars. With a quiet sigh, you grabbed your bag and headed to your next class.

Phainon was skipping the last lesson—his football coach had scheduled practice earlier today. Which meant you were alone again. You sat by the window, daydreaming to make time pass faster.

Then, you felt a presence beside you.

Turning your head, you saw two people smiling at you—a girl and a boy.

The girl had dark brunette hair, cut into a messy wolf cut. She didn’t wear makeup to conceal her skin, but her waterlines were darkened with black eyeliner. She wore a brown tank top, a black jacket, and slightly baggy blue jeans.

The boy, on the other hand, was clearly not straight. He had a softer look, his clothes light and coordinated—matching jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black jacket.

“Heyyy,” the guy grinned, extending a hand toward you. “You’re new here, right? We thought it’d be nice to get to know each other. I’m Ryder, and she’s Luna.”

Luna smiled. “I hope you’re sitting alone.”

Dumbfounded, you nodded slowly. “Yeah.” You met her gaze, and for a moment, there was silence.

“Ohh! Y/N, by the way,” you blurted, finally shaking Ryder’s hand, which had been hanging in the air for a bit too long.

“Sooo, Y/N, where are you from? Have you made any friends yet? What do you think about this school?”

Ryder was definitely a yapper.

The break flew by as he chattered away. Eventually, he had to leave—he didn’t have this class—so you were left with Luna. She liked to talk too, though not as much as Ryder. By the end of the lesson, you had exchanged numbers, and for the first time, you could say you had made your first friends.

After school, you said goodbye to Luna and headed outside. Phainon had asked you to meet him at the football field so you could go home together. You were lucky—he had turned eighteen last month and gotten his first car, which meant no more walking home.

When you arrived at the field, you found a bench in a quiet spot where you wouldn’t be noticed right away. Looking around, you saw a few people waiting—some for their friends, others for their partners. And then you saw her.

The blonde girl.

She sat with her two friends, giggling. Behind them were two guys, probably friends too.

You must have stared too hard because she turned to you—and smiled.

Her smile was… nice. Maybe you had been wrong about calling her a mean girl.

Panic set in when she stood up and started walking toward you.

“Hello,” she said, looking you straight in the eyes. Confidence radiated off her. Behind her, the other two girls were watching closely, analyzing the interaction. The guys were whispering to each other, grinning like idiots, clearly entertained by whatever their friend was planning.

“Uh—yes?” you stammered.

She tilted her head. “Are you waiting for someone?”

Embarrassed, you nodded. “Yes, Friend. I mean—I’m waiting for a friend.” Keeping eye contact with her was harder than it should have been. Something about her made you nervous, like you didn’t want her to know how much of a loner you really were. Like you wanted to seem more interesting.

“Aaa, a friend.” She looked amused. “Who’s your friend?”

“Phainon.”

Her smile widened slightly, her interest piqued.

“Ah, Phainon,” she said, as if the name meant something to her. “Yeah, I’ve seen you two sitting together. Are you close?”

She didn’t seem like a mean girl at all, so you answered honestly.

“Well, yeah. We’re childhood friends.” You smiled nervously.

“Aww, that’s cute,” she said, sounding genuinely excited. “Why don’t you come sit with us? It must be lonely sitting here by yourself.”

And just like that, an opportunity presented itself.

Not just any opportunity—an invitation from the popular crowd.

You didn’t know what made her come talk to you, but you weren’t about to miss this chance.

<<PART2

[twstfanblog]

hello! hope the new year has been going well so far!

i would like to make a request; can i ask for a Vil x reader, can be platonic or romantic your choice, where the reader is an artist that has drawn a portrait of everyone EXCEPT for Vil and he just tries to do everything to get the reader to draw him. like, posing more dramatically while doing mundane things or sets up dramatic lighting in a classroom

just to have the reader finally draw him after he gets caught in the rain or something XD

sorry if this is too much, feel free to change anything or ignore

Draw me, I demand it

Vil x Reader

Vil would insist he wasn't petty or Divine forbid, jealous. He was a celebrity, an icon, he knew his worth more than anyone. But to know one of the few people he'd ever dare call his friend seemed to be purposefully excluding him made him a bit...upset.

The prefect was a lovely person, fun to talk to and occasionally had an outsider perspective on the media he was engrossed in. While they didn't have the pleasure to talk often, he considered them fond of each other at least. He did anyhow. That was until he learned from Epel that the prefect was an artist, traditional in sense with the medium of simple pen and paper.

Such a fact had been made know because Epel had shown him a sketch the prefect had done. While it wasnt a masterpiece, Vil wouldn't deny it carried potential and clearly show cased a high amount of skill. It was during the conversation that Epel had stated the prefect had drawn all of them.

So the next day, when their paths had crossed, Vil had asked with a teasing edge to see one of the sketches they had done of him. Thats when he learned Epel was wrong. The prefect had done at least one sketch of everyone from their collective friend group, except him.

He'll admit, he was mad in the moment. But now, days later, he finds himself putting more effort into his makeup and hair in the morning. Wearing new tie and shirt combinations with various patterns and textures. Trying new shoe styles for the sake of the Seven. But nothing seemed to spore the prefect to pull out that damned spiral bond black book and annoyingly powdered yellow pen.

At some point, he had even enlisted Rook to plan and stage worthy environments to spark artistic creation. None of which worked, other than Rook appearing all too happy as he put together an entirely new scrapbook of his own.

It wasn't until the weekend. A torrential downpour had suddenly affected the campus, sending students flocking into buildings and dorms. Vil had been in the middle of another attempt to swoon the prefect into sketching him when the rain started. An hour of crafting a vine and flower arch ruined. By the time they had made it to Ramshackle, they were both nearly soaked through.

So now he sat in the lounge of the rundown dorm, a towel that smelled lightly of mothballs and holding an old mug of cheap hot chocolate being warmed by a fire. The prefect had just stepped in the lounge, mouth open with their own mug before they froze. Then they scurried away, returning with that forsaken notebook and started to scribble.

Vil raised an eyebrow, confused as to what they could possibly be sketching. Looking out the window at his side, Vil noticed in the sanctuary of an overgrown bush and the windows ledge were two butterflies. One noticeably bigger, wings packed with technicolor blues and purples, while the other was a simple silver-grey. He huffed, seeing the cosmic irony of the two insects cuddled together while he sat across the room from his own plain butterfly.

The rain didn't let up. It rained for hours at the same intensity it had started. With his drink gone and the prefect lulled to sleep, Vil finally stood to gently pull their sketchbook from their limp hands. Looking through the pages, he couldn't help but pout at seeing multiple sketches of the others and none of him. But on the newest page, he was met with a picture of him waterlogged, sitting by the fireplace and smiling into the mug of hot chocolate.

"..." Vil chuckled, looking to the sleeping freshman before slipping the book back into their hands, "Silly potato. At least you captured my beauty properly..."

[irisintheafterglow]

it's no secret that olympic athlete!sakusa despises parties. you don't make it easier on him, especially during the jackals' annual holiday party.

cw: a little suggestive toward the end but nothing explicit (he does things to me can you blame me)

he was in hell. the table was too loud, the people were too loud, and he couldn't find you. to make matters worse, his teammates seemed to be hellbent on catching you and him under the mistletoe.

"i swear, i'm going to shove a candy cane so far up your-"

"hey, no vulgarity! it's christmas," atsumu cuts in with a mischievous sparkle in his eye. the effects of the spiked eggnog in his cup were obvious, much to sakusa's disgust. "plus, objects shoved up our lovely posteriors would impede our mission for the night." snickers run through the remainder of the group, drowned out immediately by the chatter of the party. even though it was tradition and the most talked about event for months, it still didn't make the atmosphere any less hell-like.

"and then i'm going to hide your bodies so well, the police won't even know where to look," sakusa continues, sending them a glare over the rim of his soju bottle. his friends watch his eyes flick over the faces in the crowd, searching the shut-down hotel restaurant for whom they could only assume was you.

"yeah, yeah, then you'll be at our funerals with the fake tears running rampant and telling our mothers how great we were. we've heard this spiel before," bokuto dismisses with a wave of his hand and a knowing smirk on his face. "just you wait. you'll be thanking us later, lover boy."

"i hate you all," he replies, registering the journalist's approach seconds before she arrives at their table. "media," he warns quietly. "don't do anything dumb."

"evening, boys," she greets a split second later, shrewd eyes raking over the group. sakusa tries to keep his grimace off his face. the task proves difficult, though, when he can practically hear atsumu set his sights on charming her by the end of the night. "mind if i snap a picture of you all looking so handsome?" atsumu clumsily sputters out an answer, resting an arm around hinata's shoulders and forcefully pulling sakusa closer as bokuto smiles wide enough to cover the entire frame. a click and a familiar blinding flash later, the image is taken and he tenses in anticipation of the inevitable follow-up conversation. "so, how are you boys feeling tonight? enjoying the party?"

"we are," hinata answers before anyone can stop him from accepting the invitation for questions. "we were just talking about our plans for the rest of the evening."

"yep, involving sakusa and the mistletoe. he doesn't want us to say that, though," bokuto whispers at the same volume he normally speaks.

"oh? do tell more." her eyes shine like a piranha's and it makes sakusa's stomach turn. "who's the lucky lady? i'd love to get her side of all this, too." a clever batting of her eyelashes toward atsumu has him nearly crawling over the table to answer her.

"you're gonna love this, ma'am. the one sakusa's been after is-"

"this isn't a press event, so i'd advise you enjoy the rest of the festivities. thank you for your time," sakusa informs her flatly, much to the dismay of his teammates. he was never one for interviews, much less team ones, and catching him off-guard at a party was a surefire way of pissing him off. it was a golden opportunity for her, yes, but one more question out of her lipsticked mouth would force him to take a walk. "enjoy the party."

"wait, but-"

"omi? d'you mind walking me to the car real quick? i forgot my chapstick and the cold is making my lips dry." a gentle hand on sakusa's shoulder instantly eases any tension in his body and he hopes you can feel the gratitude radiating from him. it takes him a moment to collect himself enough to stand, curtly excuse himself from the table, and walk with you toward the door. his fingers intertwine with yours as your shoes click across the marble tiles of the hotel lobby, pulling you closer when you step into the winter night. "did you like my little rescue? i've been working on my acting skills," you ask with a small smile once you're finally away from prying eyes and nosy ears.

"i'll make space on the bookshelf for your academy award. and yes, more than you'll ever understand," he exhales, slowing your pace while he waves down the valet to retrieve his car. "i only wish you got there sooner."

"and caused more drama? i would think a volleyball player understands that timing is everything," you tease, brushing a stray curl from his face and running your thumb across his cheekbone. "i can't blame her, though. you do look ridiculously good tonight." his ears become the slightest shade pinker and you can't hide your giggle at his embarrassment. he never was the best with words, nor did he outwardly show a lot of emotion. but, after knowing him for so long, you found that the right words could have him in a puddle before you in less than a few sentences.

"speak for yourself," he counters in a tone low enough to give you goosebumps, ones that weren't from the chilly air. "it's been a struggle to keep my hands to myself for a few hours." his hand snakes across your lower back and grabs you by your waist, closing any remaining space between your bodies. he tracks the way your fingers dig around your bag, how you're conveniently avoiding his eyes just to drive him even more mad. "what're you doing, dove?"

"grabbing my chapstick," you reply nonchalantly, popping off the cap and swiping it across your bottom lip a few times. his eyes burn on your skin and you sneak a glance at his face to find his pupils blown to the size of ornaments. you were really testing his resolve tonight. "what, you really think i'd go anywhere without this?"

"no," he admits, eyeing his car as it pulled into the roundabout. "i knew that was bullshit from the moment you walked up to the table. the guys probably knew it, too."

"you think that lady knew it?"

"no way, unless hinata's lips got loose." on instinct, you step into the passenger's side after he opens the door.

"can you imagine the headline? 'stats analyst steals away star hitter during the middle of a holiday interview. dive into the rumors of sakusa's secret relationship!' i'd never hear the end of it," you chuckle once he slides into the driver's seat. with the heater blasted and the seat warmer turned all the way up, you suddenly remember why you're in the car in the first place. "wait, shouldn't we go back inside?"

"why should we?" a dangerous glint appears in your boyfriend's eyes and you're thankful for the darkness that hid your warming face. "i've got all i need right here." with one more glance to make sure all the windows were rolled up, he finally leans over and presses his lips to yours. with a sigh, you let his hand wander over your leg, lightly stopping its trajectory with a hum when it creeps closer to your inner thigh. "too much? we can go back in if you don't wanna bail yet."

"no, i'm okay. i know you're ready to go, too," you murmur. even before you were officially in a relationship, there existed a silent understanding that, when one of you got tired of socializing, the other would be their excuse to leave. "tell the boys we got food poisoning from shrimp cocktail."

"neither of us ate the shrimp cocktail."

"who's gonna know? don't you wanna go home?" the jerk of the key in the ignition is the answer you receive, followed by the engine roaring to life. "i'll consider that a yes. it's a shame i have to hang up this outfit early, though. i do like it a lot." you unsuccessfully attempt to fake a frown, pulling at the expensive fabric of your party clothes. it was half the truth, but the other half of the truth stayed unspoken while his hand laid itself back on your thigh as he left the hotel in the dust.

"don't worry," he mutters without taking his eyes of the road. "i'll help you take it off."

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