#they’d be step siblings… idk if that’s incest??

[uhavedemons011]

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…I’m fucking stupid I’m sorry.

Guys…. My brain stopped working for a second. I forgot what step siblings were vs in-laws.

I just randomly thought of this in like 5 seconds and then was like.. ok posting!!

Why do Bylers ship Byler and Jancy at the same time?? 😭😭 Like… wouldn’t that… not work? 🥲

[fuwushiguro]

Make Me A Superstar

Dabi x f!reader

Characters: Dabi

Side Characters: Enji & Rei Todoroki, Shoto/Fuyumi/Natsuo (mentioned)

Genre: Smut & Angst

Notes: I don’t know WHERE this idea came from but I thought about a sex tape fic yesterday and I just thought?? Yes??? I must write this. So here it is :)

Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, edging, manipulation, daddy kink, possessiveness/jealousy, rough sex, cumplay, degradation, dumbification, brat taming???, breeding kink, pseudo incest (idk they’re ‘cousins’ but the reader is adopted so not at all really???)

Words: 4.7k

Synopsis: Your parents finally think you’re old enough to travel the world alone. You have your savings and you’re ready to go anywhere and everywhere. But they only agree with the condition that you begin with baby steps, how about you visit your cousins, the Todoroki’s first?

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You’d always dreamed of travelling, you knew the moment you were old enough you were going to do exactly that. Your parents explained that when they thought you were old enough, you could make the world your oyster, you began to worry that day would never come. That’s when they told you.

“Baby steps, how about you visit your cousins?”

This could be even better than going to Europe. You missed your cousins, you missed him.

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You took the train to your cousins’ home, you were so excited to see them all. You’d known them all since you were seven, that’s when you were adopted by your parents. You were so thankful to be brought into such a loving family with open arms. Your parents didn’t have other children, not even adopted ones. You were their only child, and they were understandably excited to introduce their new daughter to the rest of her family. You got along with all of the Todoroki children, but your connection with Touya was instant. He was a little older than you, but his demeanour drew you to him. You thought he was so cool. He didn’t care much for you at first, all of his siblings followed him around, and to him you were just an extension of that. But the older he got, the older you got. The more mature he became, the more attractive you did. Both of your parents would comment on how close you were, two peas in a pod they’d say. But little did they know it was because your cousin was fucking you senseless after hours every night. You were on your way to his home, and you were so excited to feel him fill you up, it was almost like he was made for you.

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The minute you were off the train, you hailed a cab as quickly as you could and waited to be dropped off at the address. Your excitement was overwhelming, the fluttering between your legs at the thought of Touya’s cock railing into you made you rub your thighs together. You were so close, maybe you wouldn’t even have to wait until everyone was sleeping to feel him, you’re old enough now, maybe there was somewhere he could take you. The taxi drive was the longest fifteen minutes of your life, when it finally parked up you didn’t even wait for your change. You didn’t care. Heaven was beyond the door you were about to knock on and his name was Touya. Enji answered the door, he took you into his arms in a loving hug welcoming you in. He always scared you, he’s so big and intimidating. But the more you got to spend time with him over the holidays, the more you came to understand he was just a big teddy bear. Rei had noticed your arrival and rushed over to hug you too, she was so warm and loving. She was wearing an apron, explaining to you that she baked cookies for your arrival. You noticed the smell instantly; sweet, sugary goodness that made your mouth water. It had distracted you from something you noticed after a few minutes.

“Where is everyone?” You queried, eagerly looking for your cousins.

“We tried calling your parents to let them know before you set off, they’re all off going to a concert together out of town.” Rei expressed, sorrow in her eyes. The weight you felt in your chest almost plummeted you down to the centre of the Earth. Devastated wouldn’t be a good enough word. Of course you loved your aunt and uncle, but you were craving Touya. It had been much too long since you had seen him and your cunt was throbbing with a hankering for him. You wrestled with the tears forming at your lash line. Rei looked at you with pity in her eyes as she noticed your sorrow.

“Guess who.” You felt large, rough hands covering your eyes from behind. You felt your panties suddenly dampen with the sound of his voice, the effect he had on you was terrifying, but delicious.

“Touya!” You squealed, he let go of you and pulled you into his arms. Rei’s pity quickly turned to happiness at the sight of how elated you were. Enji looked happy too, but he didn’t stick around to watch the reunion. Instead opting to leave to go for his daily power walk. “Thought I’d surprise you, kiddo.” He teased, ruffling your hair.

“Stop calling me kiddo, Touya! I’m only two years younger than you.” You commanded. Eliciting a smile from him, god he looks good with that sexy smile sprawled across his face. You all sat for a few moments chatting. You discovered that Fuyumi and Natsuo were out of town to see a concert together, and Shoto was at a study group with his friends. She suggested that you should stay in Fuyumi’s room while you’re here, but you and Touya shot each other and knowing look.

“Oh look at you two! Always so close.” She didn’t know how right she was. “Touya, why don’t you take her bags upstairs and show her around?” Rei suggested, scuttling off to the kitchen once more.

He picked up your bulky black suitcase and grabbed your hand, practically dragging you up the stairs behind him. Not a second was wasted, the minute he got you behind closed doors his lips were on yours. Just as ravenous as yours had been. He slammed you against the wall, and you grabbed at his shirt attempting to remove it from his body. But he stopped. You leaned in for more, not wanting the moment to end, but he held you at length.

“Touya, come on… Need you…” You whimpered pathetically, the soft sound forcing a smirk on your cousin’s face.

“No, we have time. You’re staying a while right?” He told you.

“Yeah, but, I need it Touya. Please.” You begged, the smirk on his face became a look of annoyance.

“Stop being a brat or you’ll get nothing at all, got it?” Touya firmly answered. You were crushed, your panties completely soaked through, you needed some form of release. Maybe he didn’t get it, maybe if he knew how soaked you were for him he’d help you out. You held his hand gently and pulled it towards your sopping folds. A gasp escaped him, you thought it would be enough to convince him how badly you needed him, his effect on you. “What a naughty little whore you are, little whores get nothing.” He tormented.

“Touya! Please!”

“Shut it. Don’t you dare change those panties. I want you to sit with my parents knowing how wet your cunt is for their son, like the slut you are.” He bullied as he left your temporary room.

You couldn’t bare it, the pulsing between your thighs was too much. You needed the release, and if he wouldn’t give it to you, you’d have to do it yourself. “Fuck you, Touya.” Quickly your legs were spread eagle on the bed as you began toying with your poor neglected pussy. You let out soft mewls of memories of past dalliances with Touya, sensitively rubbing the soft bud between your folds. The build up of your inevitable pleasure was rising and you couldn’t wait to get it out of your system.

“By the way princess-”

“Touya!” You screamed, covering yourself up instantly. He began tutting at you and rushed to your side, grasping you harshly by the wrists and pinning your hands above your head.

“Remind me when I gave you permission to play with yourself? In my sisters bed no less.” Touya coldly asked, his gaze was so intimidating. Piercing blue eyes staring daggers into your soul. You fucked up, and you were terrified.

“You didn’t, but I-” He didn’t give you a chance to finish, raising your legs from the bed and folding your knees to your chest. Enough to get your bare ass on full display to him. He landed spank, after spank, after spank, onto your supple flesh. You couldn’t help but screech at the stinging pain.

“Shut your slut mouth before I really make it hurt.” Touya told you. You tried your best, nothing but little whimpers leaving your mouth. After what felt like an eternity, he flipped you onto your hands and knees to get a full view of your ass. He took out his phone and took a few snaps. This wasn’t uncommon, you let him take as many pictures of you as he wanted. It was to remember you by. You know? You have some of him too, and you send them to each other sometimes. “Hm,” He mumbled as he scrolled through his new additions.

“What is it?” You wondered curiously, thinking you might have done something wrong.

“Quiet. I just got an idea, s’all.” He told you. He grabbed your wrist again and dragged you off Fuyumi’s bed and to your feet. Pulling you to her full length mirror, he spun you around and forced you to look at your reddened behind. “If you ever try and touch yourself without my permission again, this will look like a happy memory.” He informed you. You shuddered at the thought. He seemed angrier than you remembered. He was always a lil rough with you, but still kind and sweet. It’s been a while since he saw you last, it’s probably just pent-up tension. You’ll help him, because that’s what good girls do.

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You sat uncomfortably in your drenched cotton panties as you sat with the Todoroki’s. Touya seemed happy with himself, it was torture for you. Horny as ever and unable to do anything about it, you kept fidgeting in your seat and it didn’t go unnoticed by your aunt. All you could do was assure her there was nothing wrong, and do your best to sit still. But it was hard. All you wanted to do was jump your cousin, ride him until you got what you wanted. Cum all over his pretty, oh so pretty cock. You couldn’t eat your food quick enough, waiting for everyone else to finish was the worst. If you left before then it would seem rude. You knew that, and Touya knew that. So what did he do? He took his time. He savoured each and every bite. Making sure to pay his mother oodles of compliments on her wonderful cooking. He took a swig of his glass of water, spilling some down his chin that travelled down his shirtless body. You’d never wanted to be a drop of water so badly in your life. He carried on toying with you, up until his very last bite. You jumped to your feet embarrassingly fast. You drew everyone’s attention to you and your face dusted over pink with the shame.

“How about I do the dishes mom?” Touya asked, knowingly. His mother beamed with happiness, he went around the table collecting all of the dishes. Brushing his crotch against your arm as he came around to get yours. You were flustered. Sweat instantly began gathering at your hairline. You could have been mistaken for having withdrawals, because you were.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you take the plate of cookies I made you upstairs and go for a lie down?” Rei suggested. You nodded and did just that. You couldn’t get out of there quick enough. You need Touya and you needed him now. Pacing around his room wasn’t helping you become any less flustered. You were redder than a tomato and sweating like crazy. You swung his window open as far as it would go and stuck your head out. Taking deep, long, inhales. Willing yourself to calm down. After a few minutes, your breathing steadied, and you moved yourself to Touya’s bed.

“Look how crazy you are for my cock,” He spoke as he entered, “I don’t know whether to be proud or sick. Look what a little skank you’ve become.” He tormented. But you didn’t care, he was here. You spread yourself open for him, begging for him to take you.

“Please. B-been a good girl Touya.” You shamelessly begged.

“Why should I?” He asked. He was rock hard himself, the sight of his baby cousin getting in such a tizzy for his cock. You were being such a good girl. Why shouldn’t you get rewarded with his cock? But he had a plan, and he wanted to see just how good you would be for him.

“Please— Touya I’ll do anything!!” That was it. That’s all he wanted to hear. He left the room and all you could do was chant protests of: no, no, no, over and over. He returned, two tripods in his hands and two cameras around his neck. “What’s going on?” You wondered.

“You’ll do anything, that’s what you said.” Touya reminded you.

“Yeah, but…”

“Or do you not want me to fuck you anymore?” You shook your head frantically. Of course you did. It wasn’t even a want, it was a desperate need. You’ll do anything he wants, anything to get your cousin’s cock. “Do you remembered my idea I had earlier?” He questioned you.

“You mentioned it.” You responded.

“I wanna make my lil cousin a star.” He told you, you blushed slightly at this. But still didn’t understand what he meant. He sensed your confusion and decided to elaborate. “I’m going to film us, fucking.” He told you.

“No! You can’t, I’ll get in big trouble!” You explained, panic evident in your voice. If your parents ever found out you’d be deader than dead.

“Princess, I promise.” He began, that seductive lilt in his voice instantly drawing you into his case, ready to accept anything that he told you. Like the stupid little cock whore you are. “We can watch it whenever we want, when we are far apart and we miss each other. And I know how to blur out faces, no one will ever know it’s us.” He stated. You were still unsure, it was a bit risky. But it would be nice to have a memory of your cousin pounding into you whenever you wanted.

“You promise?” You asked, bottom lip pouting in worry.

“This way we both get what we want.” He responded, completely ignoring your question. But he was right. You both wanted each other, what harm would filming it do? You nodded, and he quickly began setting up the cameras he’d stolen from Natsuo’s room. He commanded you to get undressed, but leave your panties on. You swear you could see his cock twitch at the sight of your bare breasts. You clambered onto the bed in front of him, allowing him to see your still reddened ass and inspect through the lenses which angels he wanted of his perfect little cousin. His good girl.

“Touya… Need you—”

“Be quiet doll, I’m coming.” He spoke as he pressed record on both cameras. He followed you onto to bed, sitting behind you, allowing you to rest your back into his chest as he fondled your tits from behind. Twirling the protruding buds between his fingers and thumbs. The minimal form of contact from him had you instantly moaning, you’d been waiting all day for this and you were finally getting what you wanted. He made you tilt your head to the side so he could sign his name into your neck with harsh sucks and bites.

“Touya – unh – feels good.” You moaned.

“Tell the camera what I’m doing for my slutty cousin,” He whispered into the shell of your ear as he continued toying with your breasts. He removed a hand from you to force you to face the camera, pointing down the lens. “Tell everyone what you want your big cousin to do for you.” He instructed.

“Mmm, make me a superstar, Touya. Make me feel good.” You moaned as he placed his hand back onto your breast, kneading them gently. His hand once again wandering away from you, but you were relived once you realised where he was going. “Please Touya, please touch me there.” You begged as you began squirming against him, feeling his cock twitch against your back. He slid your panties to one side, giving the cameras a full view of your glistening cunt.

“Look at her.” Touya spoke. He began sliding his digits up and down your folds to collect your slick on his fingers. He held them to the camera that was closest and begin parting them to show how much slick he’d gathered. “Look at the mess you’ve made doll.” He teased, slowly shoving his fingers into your mouth. “Suck.” He commanded. You did as you were told, how did Touya get so lucky to have a cousin who is such a good girl for him? Once you’d licked every ounce of arousal from your cousins fingers, you looked into his eyes, and he knew what you wanted. Before you could even ask, he shoved two fingers deep inside your begging cunt. Your hole clenching around him, you’d been waiting for him. Waiting for the sensation of him being inside of you, and your pussy didn’t want to let him go. He laughed at how keen your hole was to be filled. But how could he blame you? He’d been toying with you all day. He knew how badly you needed him. He knew what he was doing to you, you couldn’t bare to let him go now. He spread your legs open as far as they would go so that the cameras surrounding you could get the perfect view of his perfect baby cousin. The pussy he was so proud to own. It was his. No one would ever compare, you didn’t even want to imagine anyone but him having control of you. He began rubbing frantic circles into your swollen clit and you couldn’t keep the screams inside that he was ripping from your throat. He clasped his free hand against your mouth in an attempt to stifle your pleasure. “Do you want my parents to know what a dirty little bitch their precious niece is, doll? Keep it down.” He commanded. But you couldn’t. His pace was relentless and you were grinding against his fingers, this was it. You were finally going to get what you wanted. You were about to cum all over Touya’s perfect fingers. But you didn’t. He released his palm from your mouth, allowing the pretty begging to fall from your lips that he loved so much.

“Touya! Please, was so close. Let met cum.” You pleaded. But he shook his head.

“I’m making you a star princess, isn’t that what you want? We gotta give the camera a real show.” He reminded you. You were heartbroken, was he going to let you cum at all? Was he just teasing you for this stupid video and he’d just leave you high and dry by the end of it all? As the thoughts crossed your mind, you found yourself in Touya’s arms being moved away from him as he removed his grey joggers. His gorgeous cock sprung out and you could almost feel yourself salivating. “You like what you see sweetheart?” He asked. He knew you did. You made a point of telling him how perfect you thought his pretty cock was. It was big in every sense of the word. And it was all for you. Each vein hit every spot inside your cunt that made you howl in pleasure.

“Mhmm.” You mumbled. You reached out to grab his member, but he took your hand and pinned you in place instead.

“Thought you didn’t want me to call you kiddo anymore. But big girls use their words don’t they?” Touya reminded you. And you nodded.

“Please, fuck me Touya.” You pleaded once again.

“Your pussy is nice and wet for me. Maybe you should make my cock wet first, put that bratty mouth to good use.” Touya spoke. You didn’t want too, all you wanted him to do was fuck you stupid and turn your brain into soup. But arguing would make this last even longer, so you complied. Anything to get your back blown out quicker. You crawled closer to him on your hands and knees until you were eye level with his pretty, pretty cock. You effortlessly took him into your welcoming throat, and a deep grumble erupted from Touya. “You’re my little cock whore, aren’t you baby?” Touya moaned as he took all of your hair in one hand to make a makeshift ponytail.

“Mhmm.” You agreed. He allowed the lack of words in this instance, he didn’t want you to break away from him while you were devouring the cock you worshipped so much. You’d perfected the art of sucking his dick, although you don’t see each other as much as you’d like, you make the most of the time you do share together. He taught you how to do it, just how he likes. And you wanted to get it right. Because you are such a good girl. You know you can be a brat when you want him to make you feel good, and he understands. He knows the effect he has on you. He’s seen you unravel around his glorious erection many times before. He knows how much you crave him while you’re apart, so it’s understandable when you act up for him. But he does know deep down that you’re his good girl. But he must have been equally as desperate and waiting for you, because without warning you felt his seed invading your taste buds. He continued fucking himself into your accepting mouth as more of his hot white ropes of cum spurted down your throat. You swallowed every single last drop, he’s just so tasty. You made sure to lick into his slit just in case you missed any. The sensation made Touya shudder and back away slightly.

“I should have painted your face white, it’s such a pretty colour on you.” Touya teased, forcing blood to rush to your cheeks at the compliment. But you were praying, god. You were praying it was your turn. He continued stroking himself until he was hard again. “In fact, I think I will.” He spoke. You were tired of waiting, and the frown that took over your facial features made it evident.

“Touya! I wanna ride you!” You pouted.

“Do as your fucking told and you can, don’t make me punish you doll. Thought you were my good girl.” He alerted you. Thought? The doubt of your loyalty made your lip quiver. You are his good girl. He noticed the tears welling in your eyes and smiled. “I’m close baby, get over here so daddy can decorate your p-pretty face.” He stuttered as his high was approaching. You were yet again facing his cock, waiting for the hot spurts of his seed to cover your face. When they shot out, the sensation made you shut your eyes quickly in surprise. He made sure your whole face was painted with his release. Your forehead, your cheeks, your lips a little bit even got in your hair. He began smearing himself across your face. “I was right, my pretty girl looks good in white.” He announced. He began pumping himself again, you were worried he wouldn’t be able to satisfy you with his cock anymore. But your big cousin Touya never let you down. His monstrously big cock was ready for you and you were done waiting. You were done being toyed with.

“Lemme ride your cock daddy.” You spoke. Touya began to tut.

“What do you say doll?”

“Please, please let me ride your cock.”

He rolled onto his back, his head almost hanging off the bed, but he lifted you onto his cock and you slammed down onto him. You didn’t even care that you had minimal prep. You could take it, you could take him. You began sliding up and down him, coating him with your sloppy juices. The squelching that emitted from your pussy were obscene, you hoped the cameras wouldn’t catch it in the audio, but you knew they would. You were so embarrassed about how needy your desperate cunt was. But Touya instructed you to never be ashamed of how much your pussy loves your big cousins cock. He began toying with your nipples yet again as you humped yourself against him.

“That’s right baby, get yourself off on daddy’s cock.” He commanded.

“’m not gonna last!” You spoke a bit louder than you should have.

“Shush baby, just cum for me. Cum all over me.” He instructed. You were so close. The coil in your stomach was tightening and your were desperate for your release. You couldn’t help the moans that were being torn from you and Touya had stopped caring. If his parents caught you there’s nothing they could do, he’d never give up his good little cock sleeve. And you’d die before you had to live without his dick. He licked one of his thumbs and began rubbing frenzied circles into your clit once again. This was it, you were getting closer. You knew it was coming any second now and he couldn’t help but moan at the way your spongy walls clamped his cock inside of you.

“D-Da-Daddy.” You moaned through your arriving orgasm.

“Cum with me, I’m gonna breed this cunt. Mine forever, my perfect little breeding bitch.” He moaned. You shut your eyes as you focused. Your tits bouncing in full view of the cameras. Touya bent his head backwards to give a cocky upside down smile into the camera that had a full view of your performance. He used his free hand to force you quicker up and down his length.

“Touya!” You called out as you came, you came together and you felt more of his delicious hot cum coat your insides. You took a minute as you both came down from your highs. He lifted you off him and quickly jumped up to zoom the camera into your bare cunt.

“Show the camera what I did.” He ordered. You were so shy, you did as you were told but you covered your face with your hands, hiding your embarrassment. “Don’t you dare hide your face doll, you got my cum all over it I want the camera to see what your big cousin did.” He directed. You did as you were told, giving a full showing of his handy work to the canon cameras.

“Touya—”

“Yes princess.”

“I wanna… I wanna—” You were too ashamed to ask, stumbling over your words.

“We talked about this sweetheart, big girls use their words, don’t they?” He stated. You nodded.

“I wanna go again, I want your big cock to make me stupid.” You confidently spoke. “But without the camera…” You added.

“Well we can go again but the camera needs to stay on.” He revealed. You cocked your head in confusion. And he felt compelled to elaborate. “Because princess, I need all the evidence I can get about what a dirty little whore you are for your cousins cock.” He told you as he stroked your hair.

“But… But why?” You wondered.

“Because if you even think of going travelling, going all over the place letting some foreign dicks fill you up, I’ll put this little movie online for everyone to see. And I’ll send a copy directly to your parents.” He coldly spoke. He’d planned all of this, he wanted to rile you up to this point, that you’d agree to anything. And now he had a little film to hold over your head for the rest of your life.

“Don’t want nobody else.” You sobbed, “I love you Touya… Love your cock filling me up, love your cum on me, I just love you.” You continued as tears spilled from your eyes and travelled down your cum coated face.

“I know princess, this is just a lil insurance. You don’t need to go anywhere else, you have me… forever.”

© 2021 fuwushiguro

[mypoisonedvine]

Dishonorable Discharge | dark!Bucky Barnes x sister!reader

please please please do not read or interact if this content would be triggering or upsetting for you in any way.  i do not condone the topics or behaviors that i write about.

summary: you and your brother were always thick as thieves, even if you weren’t technically related.  you weren’t ready for him to leave to go off to war, but you were even less prepared for the shell of him that would return.

warnings: noncon smut, sibling incest (I mean she’s adopted but still), breeding kink, innocence kink, loss of virginity, mention of hypothetical underage activity?? idk how to tag that but everyone in this story is 18+!

word count: 3.6k

tagging @lestersglitterglue​ cause they asked real nice!

Even though you were adopted, people always said that you and Bucky had a family resemblance.  It wasn't your respective appearances per se, but rather the way your eyes both sparkled.  Your parents sometimes joked that the two of you were more brother and sister than most brothers and sisters were— and they were right: even with the age gap, often the two of you felt like twins.  It was hard to imagine that your biological parents could've kept you and that you never would've known him... it felt like he had always been your brother, your best friend, your partner in crime; your Jamie.

You had been awful when he deployed.  You'd sobbed and screamed and beat his chest with your weak little fists.  You'd told him that if he left, you would hate him forever; that if he left, he might as well never come back.

Of course you regretted it once you got older and realized how stupid you were.  But you were only fifteen then, and heartbroken, and too selfish to understand that there were things more important than the promises you'd made to each other as children.  You were so afraid that he wouldn't come back and that you'd lose your only real friend in this world; and, like it often does, that fear turned to anger.  

By the time you were seventeen, you finally stopped crying and tried to make a life for yourself.  You tried to see it all as an opportunity: he'd always been the popular one, meaning you were stuck being known as "Bucky's little sister" rather than as your own person.  Now you could just be you for once— as soon as you figured out who you were without him.

By nineteen, you had lost hope that he would return.  You pretended to be at peace with that.  You pretended not to hate yourself for pushing him away when you needed each other most.  Silently, you thought of him every day; secretly, you went to church every night to pray for him.

It was the sort of neighborhood where you could leave your door unlocked, so you did.  Still, people usually knocked first.  You were wearing a nightgown you only wore around the house because it was much too short and small for you now, but with the hot weather, it was necessary.  You hadn’t expected to hear the door open, so as you nervously peered out from the hall to the foyer, you were beyond surprised at what you saw.

The man in the doorway… he looked familiar.  He was wearing your brother's uniform.  But his eyes were different.  That sparkle you shared was long gone.  And without it, you weren't sure he was your brother anymore.

"Jamie?" you asked, unable to believe what you were seeing.

Recognition crossed his face like he was hearing the name of someone he used to know.

"Jamie," you called again, your voice breaking as you ran to him; you wrapped your arms around his waist and held him tight enough to make up for all the lost time.  "I thought I'd lost you," you sobbed, "oh god, Jamie, I thought you were—"

"Shhhh," he soothed, finally reciprocating the hug as one hand stroked the back of your head.  

"Don't ever leave me again," you begged.  "I can't lose you again."

"I won't go," he promised softly.

And just like that, you were the same little girl who'd clung to his legs and begged him to stay all those years ago, but this time you'd gotten what you always dreamed of.  This time, he wasn’t going to leave.

“You still like your eggs basted?” you asked him with a toothy smile, doing your best to keep things light.  You had so many questions for him but you wanted him to just feel at home first.  You two had always told each other everything, so you figured it wouldn’t be long until he told you what he’d been through in the last several years.

When you turned to receive the answer to your question, though, you found him spaced out in his seat at the dining table, staring off into nothing.  You could tell he was thinking about something just from the way his eyes were glazed over; you could tell he was thinking about something unpleasant from the way his fist was tightened.

"Are you okay?" you asked gently.  Silence.

You left your place by the stove, crossing the kitchen and kneeling down so you were eye-level with him.  Hesitantly, you reached out to brush your hand against his face.  He was certainly older-looking, and stubble dusted his jaw where it met with where his hair had grown out.  You wondered if it was as strange for him to see you and how much you’d aged as it was for you to see him like this.

“Jamie,” you whispered, “come back to me.”

Finally, as your hand cupped his cheek, he turned to look at you.  Even with a face that was hard to recognize at times, the eyes that met yours were undoubtedly your brother’s.  Darker, yes, and clearly tired from everything they’d seen, but as blue and perfect as always.

"When you call me that,” he spoke, eyes scanning your face, “it's like no time has passed at all.  It's like I'm still the same boy I was the day I left."

You swallowed.  "But you aren't, are you?"

He shook his head, just barely.

“Hey, listen to me,” you instructed, getting more serious and refusing to let him break the eye contact.  “It doesn’t matter what you’ve seen, or what you’ve done.  You’re my brother.  You’re my best friend.  You’re my whole world—”

You choked up a little, but kept going.

“—and I’m glad you’re home, okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed, smiling that crooked smirk that made your heart melt every time.

“You still want those eggs?”

He nodded a little.

“Basted?”

“Yeah, basted,” he agreed, turning back to the table as you stood up and returned to the stove.

“Your room’s the same as it was when you left,” you told him as you cracked the first egg into the hot pan.  You were sort of nervous to bring up anything about that, but you thought he might find it comforting.

“I don’t think I’m ready to go in there yet,” he admitted.  

“Stay in my room tonight, then.  It’s almost the same as it was then, too…”

“I’m amazed that bed can still fit you; are you sure we’ll both be able to sleep on it?” he asked.

“Oh, I was gonna give you the bed and make myself a pallet on the floor!” you clarified, wondering how he ever thought the two of you could share a bed; you hadn’t since you were little little-- like, under ten-years-old little.

But when you turned to look at him again, he seemed genuinely disappointed.  "Of course I can't let you sleep on the floor.  You take the bed; I've got a lot of practice with sleeping on the ground anyhow."

That was the last thing you wanted, him reminded of what it was like out there.

"We'll share the bed," you announced.  "If I take off all the plushies and decorative pillows, there might just be room for you."

"Woah woah woah," Bucky raised his arms as if to motion for you to slow down.  "We can't just go evicting Mr. Hoppy!  He's been a full-time resident of your bed for the past twenty years!" 

You both laughed, and it was almost like old times.

"He'd happily move over for you, Jamie."

The two of you brushed your teeth side-by-side in silence; you waited for him to finish his shower while you turned down the sheets, scooping up everything decorative on the bed and tossing it into the chair in the corner.

You choked a little when he stepped into your room with only a towel around his waist, using another to rub his hair dry.

"Don't you have some pyjamas?" you asked awkwardly.  "No matter— I actually have some of the pants you used to wear right here."

You pulled the checkered pants from your closet, and handed them to him as he nodded gratefully; you barely turned around fast enough to look away before he dropped his towel.

"Why do you have these in here anyways?" he asked as you tried to ignore the sounds of the fabric brushing over his bare skin.

"I wear them, sometimes," you admitted, feeling your face get a little warm, "when I miss you."

"Well, I'm here now," he hummed, wrapping his arms around you from the back and pulling you into a hug.  You could feel the warmth of his chest and arms burning right through your silky shift.  You almost wished you had worn something thicker; and yet, somehow, you also wished that there was no fabric in the way at all.  

Slipping under the comforter together, you wondered if it was odd that he was cuddling up to you.  You didn't mind it, since it was the most like the brother you remembered that he'd been all day, but some part of you was worried what people would think if they knew.  

You brushed the thought aside.  Nobody would know anyways.  

He placed a kiss to the top of your head as you basked in how small it made you feel.  "You smell the same as before, sissy."

You used to hate that nickname but now it was beyond welcome.  It reminded you of simpler times.  

"I hope that's a good thing," you replied.

"It's a wonderful thing.  The day your handkerchief stopped smelling like you was the day I thought I would lose all hope," he recalled.

You remembered when he took it; he said he wanted something to remember you by, and you'd responded by telling him to just forget about you because obviously he never loved you at all.

"I was so cruel to you that day," you cringed.  "I hate myself so much for that..."

"Hey, hey," he got your attention with a soft plea, guiding your chin until you were looking up at him with watery eyes.  "You were a kid.  I was, too.  You acted out, it happens."

"But I said things that weren't true, Jamie— awful, terrible things…"

"I never believed them," he assured you with a smile.

"We promised to never lie to each other," you whimpered, "and I broke that promise."

He shook his head.  "It's all in the past now.  Just be honest with me from now on, and I'll keep every promise I made."

You remembered a pinky swear made up in the highest branches of a tree: a promise to never be apart.  He'd broken that one, but maybe he wouldn't do it again.  The thought made your heart flutter.

"Be honest," he instructed you again.  

"Always," you agreed.

"Do you love me?" he asked, so quiet it was barely a whisper.

"O-of course," you answered quickly, stuttering not because of any lack of surety but simply from wondering how he could ever question that.

Slowly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, his thumb and forefinger still holding your chin.  For a brief moment it felt believable as a familial kiss.

But then it didn't.

He began to move his mouth against yours, and instantly you pulled back, looking at him with what you figured must have been an expression of stunned confusion.  "Jamie," you mumbled in disbelief.

"I missed you so much," he purred, seeming to ignore your reluctance.  "Don't break my heart, sissy, I just want a kiss."

"I can't kiss you like that," you shook your head.

"Please?  You have no idea how lonely I've been, how hard it was without you…"

You felt guilty for his pain, and you had always hated to deny him of anything.  The absolute second that you gave him a hesitant nod, he dove right back in, kissing you deeper and harder than before.  His tongue forced its way into your mouth but you couldn't pull back; his arm had somehow gotten to the back of your neck, holding you close to him.

You whimpered with confusion when you felt his other hand moving up your leg and slipping under your nightgown.  He smiled against your lips when his fingertips brushed over your hips and he realized that you weren't wearing undergarments.  You internally cursed yourself for it, even though it was normal not to wear anything underneath a gown like this.  What was abnormal was what he was doing.

"You're so smooth, and soft," he murmured, just barely pulling back from the kiss, "and I know you want me so bad—"

Just as his hand started to move dangerously close to somewhere it was definitely not supposed to be, you reached down and stopped him by grabbing his forearm.  

"D-don't," you managed to stammer out.

"Don't?" he repeated incredulously.  "Well, why not?"

"It's wrong…" you explained weakly.

"Such a good little girl, just like always," he chuckled. "You haven't changed at all.  Except, of course, this incredible body…"

It was much too easy for him to wriggle out of your grip, pulling out from your nightgown only to reach up and roughly grab your breasts through it.  Your face was burning and your gut sank with fear— and yet, there was a paradoxical tingle of arousal burning between your legs.

"You've grown a lot while I was gone," Bucky noticed aloud, groaning softly as he felt you up.  "Almost didn't recognize you when I stepped in.  I saw those gorgeous legs of yours and thought, 'who's the fox and what's she doing in my house?'  Of course, by the time I'd realized it was my kid sister, it was too late."

"It's not too late," you desperately assured, "you can stop now, and we won't tell anybody, and it'll be like nothing ever happened—"

You stopped as he started laughing lowly, shaking his head.  "Sweetheart, I'm not coming back from this, don't you understand?  You were all I thought about while I was gone.  You're the only girl I ever loved."

His hips pressed forward and you gasped when you felt his erection pressing into your thigh.  You bit down on your lip to keep it from quivering; for some reason, you didn't want him to know how scared you were.

"Feel that?" he asked, grinning when you nodded nervously.  "That's how much I love you."

You stammered helplessly as he reached down between your legs again.  

"Time to find out how much you love me," he purred, and you were frozen; paralyzed.  Two of his thick fingers swiped through your folds, gathering the arousal they found there.  "Oh, you love me quite a lot."

"I— I don't—"

"Take this thing off," he demanded suddenly, grabbing your nightgown.  You shook your head.  "I'm not gonna ask you again," he informed you sternly.  "Take it off or I'm gonna rip it off'a you."

You shook your head again, tears flowing freely until you felt wet patches beside your face on your pillow.

Bucky growled and manhandled you onto your back, grabbing at your nightgown and pushing your arms out of the way when they reached up to cover your chest.

He tore through it like it was paper.  "Look at you," he murmured in awe, "all grown up."

"James," you sobbed, "what are you doing?!"

"I'm taking care of you!" he responded, seemingly confused that you would even ask that.  "You're my baby sister; I promised to always take care of you and I meant it."

"This isn't right," you whispered, partially to him but mostly to yourself.

"This is the only thing that's right," Bucky disagreed, leaning down a little to hover over you as he began to push his pants down.

You recoiled when you saw his cock; you hadn't seen one before, except in drawings.  They hadn’t prepared you for this.  His looked big, red at the tip like it was angry; leaking and throbbing like it was desperate.

"You a virgin, sissy?" he asked in a way that made it hard to tell if he was being genuine or mocking you.

You nodded; you'd promised to be honest, after all.

"You were saving yourself for me," he informed you, and before you could deny it, he continued, saying everything like it was obvious fact.  "You knew you needed me. You knew you'd only be satisfied by your big brother's cock."

You shook your head as tears welled in your eyes, your protests muffled as he roughly kissed you again.  You tried to push him away but he was like marble, hard and unyielding.  You felt his sex sliding over yours and it made you feel dizzy and a little nauseous.

"You know how long I've dreamed of being inside you?" he asked darkly, his lips brushing against your ear.  "You know how long I've wanted to get a taste of this perfect little cunt?  I'll give you a hint: it was before I left."

He ignored your sobs of fear and cries of pain, and pushed his hips forward; he groaned as his cock forced your walls to part, and you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you.

"Oh god," he moaned weakly when he bottomed out, "oh my fucking god… you feel so perfect, sissy.  You feel so fucking good, I swear I could come right now.  I could fill you up—" he pulled back out most of the way and shuddered— "right fucking now."

"N-no, Jamie," you sobbed, "you have to pull out, you can't come inside!"

"Why not?" he pouted, slamming into you so hard that you were forced to choke out your cry of pain.  "I think you want it.  I think I deserve it.  I could get you pregnant and then you'd be mine forever."

"No!" you sobbed.  "Please, you can't!"

"I can," he assured you coldly through his teeth, his arm wrapping around your neck to hold you steady as he fucked into you.  "I can, little girl, and I'm gonna."

Tears streamed down your face, even as you let yourself admit that your brother's movements inside you did feel… intriguing, to say the least.  He buried his face into your neck, fucking you deep but slow.  You'd never felt so full before; you wrapped your legs around his hips before you could stop yourself.

"Fuck," he groaned, "you want me so damn bad, don't you?  You always wanted me.  I remember how you got so jealous when I lost it to Betsy Miller."

As sick as it was, you had; and even now, imagining him doing this with her made your stomach twist.

"You want me all to yourself, don't you, sissy?"

Shamefully, you nodded.

"Aw, it's okay," he soothed.  "You've got me, sis.  'M never gonna leave ya.  We're gonna be together forever, just like we always said."

That was all you'd ever wanted.  Why did it sound so terrifying now?

"I can feel you squeezin' me, babydoll.  I know you wanna come all over my cock," he taunted.

"N-no," you stumbled over your denial, but pleasure was searing through you faster than you could handle it.

"Beg me to fill up this little pussy," he instructed as his eyes got darker and a hand wrapped around your throat.  "Beg or you don't get to breathe."

"Please," you moaned through your tears, "please, fill up my— my little pussy…"

"Yeah?  You want my come?"

He started thrusting faster and you could feel the way your arousal had spread to coat both his thighs and yours; why was your body so responsive?

"Please, Jamie, I want your come," you repeated.  "I need it…"

"I know you do," he snarled, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes.  "I know you do, baby, I know you need my come."

"Please…" you repeated one last time, the word coming out choked and weak as you felt your own orgasm starting to crash into you, your whole body tightening involuntarily.

"Fuck, I can feel you coming— 'm close, sissy, I'm not gonna last much— oh fuck—!"

His hips stuttered to a stop and you winced as you felt him flexing inside you, pumping his load into you for what felt like ages.

He collapsed on top of you with a sigh and a smile.  "I wanted to last longer, even jerked off in the shower to try to take the edge off but… you just felt too good."

You were silent and still beneath him as he rambled, kissing away your tears between each word.

"I'll take better care of you next time, sis, don't worry.  Wanna make you come with just my tongue," he announced excitedly.  "But that'll wait until tomorrow.  Tonight you just relax, and don't move too much so I can stay inside you.  It's the only way I'm gonna be able to sleep."

He hugged you all night, drifting off even while you were wide awake and staring at the ceiling.

You were horrified at what your brother had become, and at what he had done to you.  But that wasn't what kept you awake.  No, you couldn't sleep because you were too busy trying to deny how much you had enjoyed it.

[revengerevisited]

okay well, some people requested that i post my anti-ship rant, so here it is. please read the tags first for content warnings before continuing. also i really don’t want to get into a big argument over this particular ship, i’ve already been through that sort of thing before years ago and i don’t want to go through it again. >_>’

so... talking about my ‘most hated ship of all time’™ is kinda hard for me, because it means bringing up one of my major squicks— selfcest/incest, which i’m afraid makes me look like an anti if i complain about it, doubly so since everyone has their own personal interpretations of what selfcest/incest is in the kh series, if it exists at all. like for example, is ro*kushi incest? i don’t think so, but some people do (and yet they often don’t consider ro*kunami that way... hmm suspicious :P). in other words without any common ground on whichever characters are actually related to each other or not (seeing as half of them are magical clones), the hypocrite finger could potentially be pointed at anyone, including myself. XT

anyway, it’s easier and more comfortable for me to complain about te*rraqua, because (ignoring the væ*nqua haters and weird ‘aqua is ven’s mom’ stuff) my dislike of it essentially boils down to, “it’s boring and overshadows my otp,” which is a relatively mild take. but with ve*nvan, and yes this is about ve*nvan, it’s more like, “it overshadows my otp AND the selfcest/incest aspect makes me physically nauseous,” which is a much more intense yet also subjective take that draws proshipper ire and potentially hurts people’s feelings. >_<

now as far as canonical sibling relationships go, i can point to vanitas repeatedly calling ven (and sora) his brother multiple times in canon, but then the ve*nvan shippers could also point to ven saying that they’re not, and technically they’d be right. ve*nvan isn’t incest or even selfcest anymore, not after re:mind. i’m still surprised that the shippers i talked to back then were actually upset by ven and vanitas not being related (in the sense of being the same person) anymore, since that’s actually a benefit to their ship and all. in fact, i’ve only ever seen one celebrating the “we’re not brothers” line. i guess the original connection between the characters in bbs is what they like about the ship, and why they’re upset that that relationship doesn’t exist anymore, even though for me that exact same connection is what i like about them being brothers.

idk, i guess before re:mind it was easier to point out why i didn’t like ve*nvan, but now if i ever say the reason is because incest ships squick me out, probably the mildest response i’d get would be “but it’s not really incest...” and that just ends up circling back to what vanitas said vs what ven said. like, if vanitas truly feels that his relationship with ven is a brotherly one, is him saying that they’re brothers good enough for me to be allowed to call them brothers, canonically? or do i have to accept ven’s rejection of that notion? because i’ve also encountered ve*nvan shippers who’ve personally gotten angry with me just from me casually calling them brothers without even mentioning disliking the ship. and if i say that adopted/step-sibling incest grosses me out too, regardless of blood relation... ultimately it doesn’t really matter, does it. 

i mean, there’s already hundreds of ve*nvan fanfics and thousands of fanarts out there; complaining about it does nothing but paint a target on my back— same as it did years ago. it’s a helpless feeling, really, how inescapable that ship is, if i ever want to look up anything involving my favorite character. :( just imagine if væ*nqua was half as popular as te*rraqua or ve*nvan. there’d be so much content i wouldn’t even have a reason to be upset. ...i’m just now realizing that’s really what this all comes down to, isn’t it; a lack of content for ships i like, and an overabundance of content for ships i don’t.

*sigh* at least i’ve learned a lot about the whole ‘anti vs proshipper’ thing since then (including the term ‘proshipper’ itself, that’s how little i knew), and also what not to do when it comes to posting about ships i don’t like (ie don’t tag them like an idiot). like obviously i’m not gonna go after anyone for shipping ve*nvan, and if you like it that’s fine, but personally it’s just not my cup of tea at all, sorry. that said, will i ever write a va*naquaven smut fic? most likely, but there’s a reason why aqua’s name is in the middle. ;P

anyway, so yeah i guess that’s the end of my big dumb rant against my notp, which i probably wouldn’t hate nearly as much if my otp was even just a modicum more popular. there’s just no solution other than to make more va*nqua content... and that takes a lot of hard work. anyway, most of my opinions on other kh ships are basically just, “it’s fine,” “not interested,” or “why ship that when va*nqua is right there?” but otherwise my feelings on those ships aren’t particularly strong nor rant-worthy. mostly. o3o

[ohnomyedge]

Fluff’s coming soon guys, I swear. Maybe not next fic, but probs the fic after. Idk. Also sorry for the lack of art, kinda burned out at the moment (also my wrist had been hurting so I’m trying not to overwork it). But I promise there will be some art soon, but for now enjoy the fic!

Caught

Summary: After many theories and accusations, the media finally get solid proof that Greed and Oncie are in an incestuous relationship. The police are soon sent after them. Greed and Oncie have to quickly accept the fact that this could be the end of their relationship and, in a way, their lives.

Pairing: Once-ler(Oncie) / Greed-ler, Onecest

Tags/Warnings: Onecest, Oneshot, Sibling Incest (for reals this time), Suicide, Joint Suicide, Tragedy, Death

Length: 1255 Words

They had been caught.

Greed didn't know when the public had found out about his and Oncie's relationship. They hadn't been as careful as they usually were in public, the media must have put all the pieces together. Too long eye contact, poorly hidden hand holding, lingering forehead kisses. All of which had led people to figure out their secret. It started out as a few rumours, flashy and tacky magazines throwing out outlandish theories about them for clicks. But as Oncie and Greed became more careless, bigger newspapers began to agree with the theories. Names were thrown around, 'Freaks of nature', 'Inbreds', 'Hillbillies', and more scathing insults.

It was then that the police were called.

Greed and Oncie were sitting together in the factory, just enjoying each others company, when sirens blared outside. Both knew that the police were not there for a simple 'friendly chat'. If they wanted to preserve their relationship, they had to run. They ran out of the back exit of the factory, ignoring the shouting of officers, and towards the Truffula forest.

Hand in hand, they ran through the partially destroyed Truffula forest, sirens distantly following them. Candy coloured trees rushed past them as they struggled to keep their footing. Their breathing was ragged and their limbs were sore, but they knew that they had to keep going. Neither of the pair spoke to the other, they didn't want to discuss the fact that this was possibly the end for them. For their relationship and, in a way, their lives.

Due to either a poor sense of direction or a lack of a plan, the couple found themselves at the edge of a cliff. Right of them, a waterfall that the two were a bit too closely acquainted with, and to the left, a large boulder. The spot was actually one of their favourite date locations. They went there on their stressful days, just before the sun was setting, they'd sit and watch it together. It was one of the few places outside their homes that they didn't have to hide. The locations had always brought them happiness on most days. But that wasn't the case today.

Releasing Greed's hand, Oncie collapsed onto the grass, he doubled over and wheezed, "Wh-what are we gonna do?"

Leaning against the large boulder, Greed replied, "I...I don't know...Shit." With every word, Greed could taste the metallic tang of blood at the back of his throat. "Fuck, I didn't think this far ahead..."

Making an effort to calm his breathing, Oncie looked behind them. The sound of sirens and shouting were distant, but with every second they were getting closer and closer. Turning back, Oncie looked down the cliff, the drop was well over twenty stories. "Do you think we could backtrack and make it down there -" He gestured to the forest below them, "- quick enough so they don't catch us?"

Greed stood up straight, rubbed his eyes, and sighed. "No, the path downwards is quite far back, they would intercept us before we made it." He glared at the waterfall beside them. "I doubt we could make it over the river without going over the edge." Sighing again Greed sat down next to Oncie.

"This-this is all my fault, I was the one that led us out the left exit. If we'd gone in your direction we could've made it to the coast and escaped the country." Oncie sniffed and choked up.

Greed thought for a moment. He did buy a boat the month before, and he knew that it could make it to Europe. They could've started a new life where nobody knew them, if they'd only headed for the coast. But... Greed looked at Oncie and at how distraught and sorry he looked, no, he wouldn't let Oncie feel guilty about this. "It never would've worked, Oncie. People know me, and by extension, you, everywhere I go. They'd recognise us." He put his arm around Oncie and kissed the top of his head. "It's not your fault, if anything, it's my fault. I was the one that got us into this mess, even though I knew what would happen if people found out about us. I'm so sorry." Greed finished, dejectedly.

Looking up at Greed, Oncie leaned over and kissed his cheek. "That's not true Greed, I'm also to blame as well. I knew how dangerous this all was and I didn't stop it... I didn't want to stop it."

Looking out at the falling sun, Greed sighed. "I didn't want to stop it either, I still don't. I guess that means we're both as bad as each other." They both laughed, but their tones lacked any humour.

From behind them, they could hear that the shouting was near. They had about a minute to think of a plan, but they couldn't think of anything.

"There's nothing we can do, is there?" Oncie asked.

Greed shook his head. "No, nothing to stop them catching us." Looking over the cliff, Greed had one final idea. "They're going to end our relationship no matter what we do, but what if we didn't give them the satisfaction?" Greed turned to Oncie with a familiar dangerous glint in his eye.

Oncie gulped, usually he wouldn't humour the dangerous side of Greed, but he was desperate at this point. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"What I mean is," Greed got up and pulled Oncie to his feet, "they want to rip up apart and they want everybody to see them do it. But what if we made it so they couldn't do that?"

"How would we do that?"

Greed stepped towards the edge of the cliff, dangerously close to falling over the edge. "Simple, we take our own lives before they can. That way, we would never truly be separated by their hands. What do you say?" He held out a hand to Oncie.

Shocked, Oncie asked, "Are you saying that we should kill ourselves?"

"Wouldn't you rather that, then whatever they have installed for us?"

"I..." Oncie thought of the shouts of the police, the judgement of the media, and the disgust that their family would have for them. There truly was no other way. He sighed and grabbed Greed's hand, "You're right. Let's do it."

Greed pulled Oncie beside him and then kissed him gently on the lips. The kiss was sweet and short, reminiscent of their first kiss together. They pulled apart and Greed gave Oncie a soft smile. His dangerous side had receded and was replaced with the softer versions of himself, a part of him that he'd only showed to Oncie and Oncie alone.

Oncie returned the smile. Smiling was difficult in the situation they were in, but the knowledge that they would be together until the very end allowed him to. "I'll see you on the other side?"

"Yeah," Greed said softly. "I'll see you there." Truthfully, he didn't believe that he'd end up in the same place as Oncie, but he could hope. "I love you." Greed squeezed Oncie's hand, tears forming in his eyes.

Oncie squeezed back, he'd already begun crying. "I love you too."

Just as the police rounded a corner and caught up to them, the couple took one final breath and jumped. The angered and shocked shouting quickly grew quieter and quieter. Their eyes closed as they braced for impact, never letting go of the other's hand. They died together, knowing that when they reached the other side, they'd find each other again.

[spikeymarshmallows]

so, TUA s2 thoughts

I haven’t actually finished it but I’ve got the gist of it lol

I finished it this afternoon! Whoo!

Spoilers under the cut.

So I had a few Big Fears going in. And none of them eventuated. WHOO. Or didn’t eventuate in the ways I was most concerned about.

1. I was scared they’d give Reginald a Redemption Arc TM. They did not. Thank god.

2. I was scared that the sibling interactions would suck. They did not! They were amazing. Glorious. I had to rewind so many to just truly savour them.

3. I was worried about Lila. I mean, she “gets in the way of my ship” but I’m good at ignoring that. Honestly, I kinda dug her.

4. I was worried about the “ewwwww incest” stuff. But they... actually didn’t do it terribly. Luther and Allison still clearly adore each other. It was referenced a number of times and never as an “ewwww”. I really loved that. There were some gorgeous moments and like, as one of my friends said... It seemed like they were trying to sit neutral on the issue. Which I can understand and respect.

5. I was worried about the Kliego interactions. And yeah, we didn’t really get them. BUT as a writer, I definitely felt I got more sand to play with. I’m already working on at least three new ideas and I haven’t even finished the season yet. Also, I definitely am gonna need more Luego, more Biego, and if I ever stop feeling shy, I’ll probs join Electra-XT and achilleees on their Fiego ship. I’m just realising what the common denominator is here but that’s also not a surprise. Diego is my baby and I ship him with everyone.

Things I wasn’t scared about per se, but was pleasantly surprised about:

Allison and Raymond - I went in a bit cautious because it looked like the Alluther was going to be all EWWWW INCEST. But... god, the love that man had for her... He was just wonderful. It was just beautiful. I really genuinely enjoyed them.

The sit-in etc - I was scared about this one, but not in the same way as I was that Reginald would get a redemption arc. I’m a white person, and I’m not from the US so I cannot comment fully on it, but... it seemed like they tried to do a good job with it. I definitely need to read more about race relations in that time period in particular before I can comment effectively. The police brutality was.... brutal. Heart wrenching. And timely given what we’re seeing in the world right now, and have been seeing for far too long. Defund the goddamn police.

Klaus’ hair and outfits - seems inane compared to the last point.... But like. I thought Robbie looked so incredibly hot all season. I miss his goth aesthetic but... damn. He looked so gooooood.

Diego’s hair and outfits - I expected to hate them more than I did. Apparently my rare sexual attraction to him knows no limits because I was so thirsty watching him. 

Luther - I was so happy that he was so fucking likeable! I have been on the “we do not insult luther hargreeves in this house” team for quite a while, but I felt that Luther really shone this season. My big, soft, idiot, earnest boy...

Elliot - I rather enjoyed him! RIP.

Some things I was less than thrilled about....

The siblings being mean to Diego : ( - The “Klaus Hargreeves Needs a Hug” tag got a beating last season. I swear, if we don’t get 500 “Diego Hargreeves Gets A Hug” fics, I’m gonna write them all my damn self. I’m also not going “uwu my baby had people be mean to him : (((((” but like. No. No, that.... A lot of it kinda really got me down.

The Ben possessing Klaus stuff - Like. I get it. But I just... Klaus might be annoying but he was pretty : ( at being possessed and like... It felt pretty icky to me. Klaus literally said he felt violated. Ben was all “mwahahaha once you sleep I’m gonna take over your body”. I get why Ben was annoyed and why he wanted to. Doesn’t mean I feel nice about that whole... thing.

The Vanya/Sissy thing - I see a lot of sides of the coin here. I have some friends who were thrilled because they love Vanya being a lesbian, and having representation. But I also saw: stereotyping of what A Lesbian Is, pigeonholing Ellen to only play lesbians. Also, like, I went in cautious, but I was just... .....kinda bored with that storyline? And yeah, I would have preferred to just... you know, not have the amnesia. I liked seeing Vanya be happier, sure, but.. IDK it just didn’t make sense to me from a storytelling perspective.

Lila and Diego - Initially, I quite liked her. As a character, I enjoyed her. My ship aside.... Honestly, it makes me a bit *grimacing emoji* to see some of the stuff we saw. Like, I’m far from someone who thinks ships need to be Good and Pure. But at least some of the stuff I saw between them (such as, IDK, drugging... kidnapping... etc) makes it a bit of a nOTP. Not a FULL nOTP, but like... It definitely went from “awww” and “lolll” to “hmmm, not... not sure this particular pairing is for me personally”.

Things I wasn’t scared about but loved:

FIVE - Good god, Aidan has always been an impressive little fucker but he really stepped it up a notch this season. I loved the way he went psycho. I loved the love he always has for his family. I adored his lines. I adored his vulnerability, the little cracks we really got to see. He loves his family so fucking much T.T

DIEGO - They gave David some really, really good stuff to work with this season and he aced it. He was absolutely sensational. I adore this man. AND HIS POWERS. 

KLAUS - Weird thing to be OMG about but... ......I was super there for Robbie’s legs this season... They’re so.. skinny. IDK, it’s weird. But I loved it. I loved his hair. I loved his outfits.

ALLLLLISSONNNNNNN - This woman is perfect. The End.

Misc Thoughts

Damn, given the above, it sounds like I’m all “uwu, all things must be good and pure” and that’s so not my standpoint. But I am team “there needs to be some basic respect both ways”, even for enemies to lovers. So I felt a bit :/ at some of the Horrance stuff and Diego/Lila stuff. Not that I hate them! Just... ....Some of it wasn’t to my taste. But that’s okay, I can ignore a lot of stuff!

I definitely don’t hate the pairings! Rather there were a few things in those pairings that personally didn’t blink as “WHEEEE” for me... But I’ll just ignore those elements and focus on the bits I did like and... YAY!

Overall, honestly, I really loved this season. We needed more Kliego, but I loved the Five and Diego interactions, Diego and Luther... Klaus and Allison... Five and Luther... Just. Just. I was really delighted at so many things we saw.

I thought so many of the interactions just shone. I loved them.

I’ve seen some people be really upset and mad and confused etc, about how the siblings were at the dinner with Reginald. I’ve written my thoughts on it here. TLDR: for someone who has experienced abuse from a parental figure, their responses aligned extremely well with my own experiences. 

NGL, Klaus being all “T.T” about being touched all the time was.... good?? IDK, it gave me Ideas TM.

I have fic ideas!!!

It’s weird... I thought this was a really Light and Bright season but I also... Know I felt a lot of T.T and hearthurt. In good ways.