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captianprices40thson · 7 months

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Just read you're other story, it was awesome. Can you write one with male reader being married to graves and ale and rudy flirting with m/n, but every time m/n is like I'm married but never tells hes married to graves. And one day they are making out on the couch and ale and rudy walk in and are like " NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHY HIM OF ALL PEOPLE. " and " THAT SHOULD BE ME. "

Do you have a man? I don’t see a ring on your finger

Word count: 2.3k

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Graves (jk) None really. A lot of fluff, Los Vaqueros and Graves have beef, Alejandro complains about white people (as he should),

Notes: Wrote the vast majority of this in class while listening to IT GIRL. You know this is gonna be good. And yes, if you've submitted a request the last three days after I posted my last fic, I’ve started to work on it. Gotten a lot more than I’ve expected so I’m trying my best lol. And Anon, if you want me to rewrite this or make something different, please just ask me to, I really don't mind. I'm not too proud of this one, but I hope I've satisfied you.

(Takes place before the Graves betrayal. Reader is not part of the 141, Shadows or Los Vaqueros, but a secret fourth thing.)

“Come on, Guapo. You’re bluffing.” Alejandro smirked, crossing his arms as he spoke. You chuckled, leaning back against the truck that Rudy was loading up. This wasn’t the first time he had accused you of lying about your relationship status. If you had a dollar for each time, you’d have enough to have another wedding.

“I’m telling you, Alejandro. I’m a married man. How many more times do I have to tell you?” You confirmed for the millionth time, a stupid grin on your face. Truth be told, you didn’t half mind their flirting, it made you feel better about yourself knowing that you still got it. The fact that they refused to believe that you were married, it was sort of funny.

“I don’t see a ring.” Rudy added in after he loaded the final bag onto the truck, a know-it-all look on his face as he walked up to you too. You rolled your eyes, refusing to move from your position because you thought you looked too cool not to. “No one wears rings during active duty, Rodolfo. You see Soap and Ghost wearing theirs?” You spoke back, pushing yourself off your spot on the car for two reasons. Them being, you thought it would be cooler and Rudy was moving to open the door your foot was suffocating.

“No, Ghost wears his ring around his neck. Also I’m pretty sure Soap lost his.” Alejandro commented, making eye contact with you. It wasn’t for long because you immediately closed your eyes as you scoffed.

“Well, that’s Soap for you. I guess I just prefer to not wear mine.” You reasoned, looking over to Rudy, to Alejandro and then over to a whistle that just sounded American. That always made you smile, seeing Graves whistle his Shadows like they were dogs.

“Oh great, it’s the gringo.” Alejandro hissed, causing you to turn your head and shake it a bit.

“Hey.” You scolded him like he was a child and had just said he hated something, which was kind of true. Los Vaqueros had a sort of special hatred for Graves, perhaps it was because he was the most American man you’d ever meet, perhaps it was because he was just kind of an asshole. You’ve been trying to get them to get along, but so far it would only work on Rudy. He was the kinder of the two, it was clear.

“Alejandro. We talked about this.” Rudy chimed in, causing Alejandro to hold out his arms in disbelief. He dropped them to his sides and pointed over to Graves.

“Is it my fault he’s so white? I’m literally being blinded every time I look over at him!” He protested, causing you to chuckle a little. Rudy didn’t let himself smile, although he was internally.

“I know. It is very painful to look at him.” Rudy nodded, placing a hand on Alejandro’s shoulder and shaking his head like he was sympathising with Alejandro after he had been shot or something, not like he was complaining about white people. A valid complaint in most people’s eyes.

“I don’t even say it to any of the 141.” The taller man whisper-shouted, searching for sympathy from you. You smiled, shaking your head as you walked over to him and placed a hand on his other shoulder so you were now one big line.

“Oh yes, you’re very strong, Ale.” You patronised him, talking down to him like he was a toddler. Before he had time to punch you, Graves walked over. Sorry, not walking, strided like the sassy man he is.

“Alright gentlemen. Let’s get this show on the road. You coming with me, Y/N?” Graves smiled, looking over to you. Both Alejandro and Rudy looked over to you, knowing that you always travelled with Graves when you went to go do something. Not belonging to any of their groups, you preferred to travel with your husband.

“Ye-”

“Actually, Y/N will be travelling with us for this mission, Graves. He’s been with you every other time.” Alejandro butted in, placing his arm in front of you like you were going to run off to the man at any minute if he didn’t step in.

“You can’t just decide where he does and doesn’t go, compadre.” Graves tried to argue, but you gave him a look to say it was fine. He nodded, making a little symbol with his hands to tell you that you were to make it up to him later. You had created a lot of those symbols, knowing that it would be hard to communicate all your incredibly affectionate thoughts for one another.

Graves walked away and the three of you turned to the car. Rudy tossed the keys around in his hands, indicating you were to sit in the back because of course Alejandro always had to take shotgun if Rudy was driving.

“Who used this truck last?” Alejandro asked as he opened the passenger’s seat door, sitting down while you buckled in and Rudy turned the keys.

“Uh, It was you last, right Y/N?” Rudy asked, turning back to you. You gave them a thumbs up, your mind replaying why exactly you had used the truck last time. Makeout sessions were not easy to go on base, and the trucks had tinted windows.

“Wait what the…who the fuck did you have in here? W-Why is the seat back like that?” Rudy asked as leant back in the seat only to realise just how far back it was positioned. The taller man held the lever that would pull the seat back up for Rudy and before you could deny anything, Alejandro had something to ask..

“AND WHY DOES THIS CAR SMELL LIKE JAPANESE CHERRY BLOSSOM? WHO THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE IN HERE?” He yelled, causing Rudy to laugh to himself at seeing your guilty face.

“THAT'S JUST HOW I LIKE TO DRIVE!” You lied, trying to come up with an excuse for why the truck was like this. You were sure they didn’t believe you, but they didn’t say anything about it for a moment.

“Sureee, we believe you, love.” Rudy smiled, starting up the car and beginning to lead the rest of the group to the relocation point. You looked over at your hand in the backseat, wondering why you had chosen not to wear your wedding ring. Sure, it was impractical as hell to have on the field, but you could easily attach it to something else, like a necklace.

“What’re you thinking about, carino? Tryna make up a personality for your fake husband?” Alejandro asked, looking back at you from his chair. You frowned, like a full on cartoon downturned face.

“He isn’t fake, forehead. And what I’m thinking of is none of your business.”

“Oh I get it. It was sexual. You were totally thinking about Rudy and I.” “Don’t drag me into this Ale.”

“You helped me dig this hole, Rudy. You’re coming in with me.”

“Why do you make everything about sex?”

“Why do you not?”

“I’m a human that respects everyone around me, Alejandro. You don't…” You decided to tune them out, it was just the same bickering every time that somehow got you roped up in it. You’d heard it all before. They’d argue about something or other and eventually they’d make up when you forced them to, which made them want to flirt with you even more. You didn’t mind the flirting…it just got a bit tiring sometimes.

________

“Hey baby.” Graves smiled as you entered the small section of the base that was dedicated to the shadows while they stayed for the time being. You smiled, walking up to him and embracing the American man in your tired arms, just wanting to hold him.

“Hey Graves.” You mumbled into his shoulder, your voice being muffled by the fabric of his shirt. It was one of your favourites, a dark blue that suited him well. Graves reached a hand up, holding the back of your head and slowly swaying from side to side.

“How were your little cowboy friends? Better drivers than me?” Graves asked, making you groan, remembering how they were flirting with you all trip. The American chuckled at your response, continuing to hold you close.

“They just can’t seem to understand that I’m married. They think it’s impossible…I don’t know whether or not it’s a compliment and at this point, I don’t care.” You groaned, lifting your head up to meet his eyes. His smile, no matter how much of an asshole he was being, was always kind to you.

“Aww, baby.” Graves frowned, holding your face in his hands. You smiled and placed both your hands on his waist, both of you leaning forward to kiss. The two of you had missed the touch that you never seemed to get, this was a rare time.

You both went down to the couch, Graves on top of you as you made out. He moved one of his hands to hold you from the back and you put another in his hair, holding the platinum blonde locks as your passion rose to the surface.

“What the fuck?!” The accented yell caused you and Graves to pull apart and look where it came from. A very very shocked Alejandro and Rudy stood in the doorway, both caught off guard by the situation.

“W-What are you two doing here?” You asked as Graves pushed himself off of you so you could speak to the two men. They never visited this part of the base on purpose, avoiding Graves and his shadows like the plague.

“What are you doing here?” Alejandro retorted, pointing to the two of you with a confused look on his face.

“I’d say its pretty obvious what my husband is doing here.” Graves butted in, pointing to you with his thumb, causing both Alejandro and Rudy’s jaws to drop. You almost let out a laugh, instead choosing to hide your reaction and just look at them blankly.

“W-What did you say?” Rudy questioned Graves, looking over at him and then back to you. It was like he couldn’t believe that someone as sweet and kind as you…was married to Phillip Graves.

“Y/N is my husband. He wasn’t lying about being married, y’know?” Graves smiled a stupid shit eating grin at the two men’s reactions. They both looked over at him, then back to you seemingly in unison. You could only lift up your hands a bit and give a ‘sorry smile’ to them.

“B-But if not us…why him?” “COME ON, Y/N. YOU CAN DO SO MUCH BETTER!” Alejandro added in, more fond of shouting than Rudy would ever be. You made eye contact with Graves while they yelled, trying to figure out why he was the one you were romantically interested in,

“D-Do you just have a thing for Americans?”

“Is he lying to you about how good of a person he is?”

“What type of car does he drive?” 'HE'S THE WORST, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

“Fuckin white people, taking everything anyone else wants.” "WHY HIM OF ALL PEOPLE?"

While the two Mexican men started rambling and guessing why you would be with Graves and not them, you and Graves decided to share another kiss while they argued, effectively shutting them both up.

“You two,” You started as now you finally had their attention. “We’re with each other because we love each other…simple.” You smiled, watching them take in the fact that you actually might just love Graves.

There was a silence while they processed that, a deafening silence and if anyone came past the room, they’d assume there was no life in there. It stayed for a minute before Alejandro spoke up.

“This isn’t over, white boy.” He vaguely threatened, making ‘watching you’ hand gestures and walking out of the room backwards, maintaining eye contact with Graves the whole time.

“What he said.” Rudy added on, quickly walking after him, just keeping his head forward. When Alejandro bumped into the wall while trying to exit, Rudy grabbed his shoulder and they both muttered something to one another, Alejandro rubbing his head as he left.

“Were they high? What was that?” Graves asked, completely confused on what just went down. You didn’t know whether to defend them or not, because to be honest, you thought they were as well.

“I have no clue…” You whispered, turning back to Graves and laying back down on the couch in the position you were in before. The blonde saw this and smiled, laying down back on top of you, not kissing you, just laying there.

“We can deal with them later.” He whispered, closing his eyes and just laying there with you. You smiled, placing your hand in his hair and mentally preparing yourself for whatever the dynamic duo were going to try next. You had no idea what it was going to be, but you just hoped they wouldn’t resort to trying to kill Graves. But, there was no saying what those men would stoop to to win your affection.

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sexyandhedonistic · 1 year

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How to Become the Most Iconic It Girl in Your Reality

A Guide to Bring Your Dream Self to Life

“You are already that which you want to be, and your refusal to believe this is the only reason you do not see it.” Feeling is the Secret Ch. 1

I. Introduction ✧

Hello, my loves! This guide will help YOU become the person you have always dreamt of being as the starring role of your reality. We’re going to cover so much so I hope you’re ready to bid farewell to the person you used to be and get ready to transform into the most desirable version of yourself yet. Whether you aspire to be an it girl, it boy, it person or it god, whatever your preferred title is, if you desire to be other than what you currently are, this guide is for you.

Note: this was written through a law of assumption lens so if you’re looking for a glow up post that tells you to eat fruit and cut off toxic people this is not the one. If you haven’t read my guide about the law of assumption or are new to it I strongly recommend you read that one first before reading further, as everything written later on will make much more sense that way.

A. What’s to come.

The comprehensive purpose of this guide is to help you become the person you have always dreamt of being and to remind you that you no longer need to be unhappy with who you are because you get to create your own reality, meaning that you get to define yourself. Not your environment, not your peers, you. Your upbringing may have persuaded you of the fact that you are undeserving of anything you could ever desire, but you don’t need to go another day feeling insecure, unloved and miserable. Life is your creation. The days of you being confined to the image others have imposed unto you are a thing of the past now. I don’t know who you were before you opened this guide but that person isn’t you anymore. From this point on, you have been an icon from BIRTH.

B. Breaking down the terms “iconic” and “it”.

Before we start, let’s define what an iconic it girl is first.

To be iconic means to be impactful. What makes an icon an icon is the fact that they don’t live up to standards or expectations because they live by their own rules and are not afraid to deviate from the conventional. The difference between an icon and a non-icon is that icons aren’t all talk, they ARE about it.

“It” refers to a prominent and commendable quality in an individual that evokes intrigue and admiration, especially one that makes said individual spectacular or exceptional. The it factor is subjective because different qualities instigate intrigue across different people. In the case of this guide, the IT factor will ultimately be up to you to define.

If we fuse both terms together with the law of assumption in mind, an iconic it girl is one who’s in total control of her reality. She’s a sovereign, she’s above everything and everyone and nothing can cause her to waver in her conviction. She’s the center of the universe and nothing can ever challenge that thought in her head. She calls the shots and she does what she wants. An iconic it girl is a trend setter. She doesn’t follow trends nor standards, she creates them. Nobody tells her what she can or can’t do and nobody tells her who she is because she has an established conception of herself.

C. Why be an it girl?

It girls tend to be the girls you either want to be or be with because they seem to have it all: wealth, beauty, sex appeal, allure, social circle, relationship, achievements and/or an interesting lifestyle. You see these girls on social media and you covet the lives they lead but you feel suppressed by your current circumstances because reality conditions your desires. If you want to change your appearance, you must be rich and if you want to be rich, you must work hard. If you want to be extroverted, you must change your personality and if you want to change your personality, you must step out of your comfort zone. That’s the reality of life because life operates by logic. But, guess what? You are not limited to what we once accepted to be the “reality of life”. We are infinite beings capable of everything we could ever desire in this world. Anything someone else is or has can also be you/rs and in this guide I’ll explain how you can.

Now that we have established what an iconic it girl is and why we can aspire to be one, we will now proceed with HOW to do it and more importantly, where it all starts.

II. Conception ✧ of self.

“It is our conception of ourselves which frees or constrains us.” - No One To Change But Self

Self concept is how you see yourself in relation to the world and how you see the world in relation to you. All the assumptions you carry about the two comprise your conception of self, which as a result fashions the experiences you have in your world. From the way people treat you to the way you treat yourself, all of it has originated from your assumptions which harvested your state which has become part of your consciousness (what you know to be a fact at this very moment). Whether your goal is to manifest being an it girl or anything else, it always goes back to changing your self concept first, which is nothing more than a state.

A state is an attitude of mind comprised of beliefs (assumptions) and when we desire to change our self concept, we adjust our state of consciousness. You may not feel exceptional nor as if you have the it factor as of right now and that is credited to the contents of your state of consciousness. If you want to become an iconic it girl, you must first change your state into one of an it girl. How do you change states? Through feeling, by I AM.

A. I AM.

“I AM wealthy, poor, healthy, sick, free, confined were first of all impressions or conditions felt before they became visible expressions. Your world is your consciousness objectified. Waste no time trying to change the outside; change the within or the impression; and the without or expression will take care of itself. When the truth of this statement dawns upon you, you will know that you have found the lost word or the key to every door. I AM (your consciousness) is the magical lost word which was made flesh in the likeness of that which you are conscious of being.”- Your Faith Is Your Fortune Ch. 6

I AM is a declaration of self through what you are aware of being. You are incapable of speaking about yourself unless your statement begins with I AM. Manifesting becoming an it girl is not about acquiring something, it is about being the person who has that something through whatever comes after I AM:

I have money -> I AM [in the state of being] wealthy

I have perfect grades -> I AM [conscious of being] a stellar student

I have a partner -> I AM in a relationship

“Become identified with that character and feeling and you will be amazed how quickly you will realize your dream. The only sacrifice you are called upon to make, is to give up your present concept of self and appropriate the desire you want to express.”

B. EIYPO.

"Blind man sees the world objective to himself, something detached from himself. When man begins to awake he sees everything subjectively related; everything he meets is part of himself, and what he does not now understand, still he knows that it is related by affinity to some as yet unrealized force in his own being." - The Pruning Shears of Revision

Everyone is you pushed out accounts for the notion that whatever we think or assume of ourselves is pushed out into the world and reflected back to us. This means that the people around you will see you the way you see yourself and treat you accordingly. We manifest 24/7 through our established assumptions, so whether you have accepted as a fact that you are loved by everyone you meet or you aren’t very likable, your circumstances will evince that. However, that is not to say you are not entitled to feel upset when someone disrespects you. Although this may be a difficult truth to accept, the purpose of acceptance of it is to feel and realize that we are above what people say or how they treat us rather than to feel inferior because of it. So, how do we take this concept into consideration when we aim to become an it girl? We simply accept it as yet another facet of our realities that we are in control of. How do you get people to stop seeing you as the person you no longer want to be anymore? By changing self first. When you begin to see yourself as an it girl, the world will see you as one as well.

"There is no one to change but self. All you need to do to make men and women holy in this world is to make yourself holy. You are incapable of seeing anything that is unlovely when you establish within your own mind's eye the fact that you are lovely."- No One To Change But Self

III. Imagination ✧ Optimize your creative power.

“Everything in your world that you behold, though it appears without, it is within, in your imagination. And this wonderful imagination of yours is Christ Jesus. Imagination is the actual habitation of every created thing. No matter what you see in the world, it springs from your imagination. So that's where you go, that's the workshop, the garden of God.” - The Pruning Shears of Revision

A wonderfully comforting aspect of the law of assumption is that we all possess the inalienable gift that is to be able to grant upon ourselves whatever it is we desire to have, do or be. No matter what it is that you want, be it factual or fictional, existent or nonexistent, you can have anything. It is possible to become the person you have always wanted to be due to the lack of limitations in imagination. If you can think it, you can become it. Whether you desire to look like someone, have a relationship that mirrors the one in your favorite k-drama with your celebrity crush or be exactly like your comfort character, I could go on and on with examples of whatever it is you can have, do or be because when I tell you that you are a limitless being, I mean it wholeheartedly.

I must emphasize and drive this point home. All is possible in the world. Every possible desired life aspect you could ever fantasize about in your imagination exists because creation is finished. Whether it’s your dream home, career, income, accomplishments, possessions, relationship, friend group, physique, personality, lifestyle whatever it is you dream of having is possible to be conscious of because there are a myriad of states for us to choose from. That state already exists like a suit that is waiting for you to wear it until it becomes a natural part of your consciousness.

Because of this, it naturally makes sense to acknowledge that we no longer need to be neither humble nor jealous of another. If we know we can have absolutely anything in the world, even something already in the possession of another, why would we?

With our wonderful human imagination on our side, we can transcend the limitations that surround us. Whether you desire to get accepted into an ivy league university two years early with a 2.1 GPA or eat endlessly without gaining a single pound and jeopardizing your health, your limitless self is capable of becoming conscious of it and more, so let your imagination run free devoid of any restrictions when you define your it girl. The presentation of any circumstances do not and will never matter. To be is as simple as asking yourself whether or not you want to be it.

IV. Inspiration ✧ Defining your it girl.

Now we’re getting to the fun part of this post because you get to use your creative power: imagination. Remember a few sections ago when we discussed what the IT factor is? This is where you get to determine what IT is. Let me remind you again, your idea of what an it girl is is subjective, so it won’t be exactly like someone else’s definition. It girl is not a mold in which you are expected to fit into. Whether you want an active socialite nepo baby city life or a secluded pastry-making book-reading cottagecore life, doesn’t matter. This is all about who you desire to be. With that, let’s get down on how to determine what your it girl self looks like.

A. Who do you want to be like?

What qualities in a person would make you perceive someone as admirable or inspiring? Hard work? Being multifaceted? Do they have a personality you wish you had?

Think of people you deem iconic or who you look up to and why you perceive them as such. Are they someone who’s successfully pursued a personal goal of yours? Is their career full of achievements?

Don't condense your inspirations to people, you can also take fictional characters into consideration. Whether it’s Maddy from Euphoria, Blair from Gossip Girl or Pooja from Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham, think of the characters from your favorite films and tv shows for more ideas.

You can also consider some of the most popular archetypes across social/media such as the femme fatale, the socialite, the siren, the beauty and brains, any archetype that possesses a lifestyle or aura that you would like for yourself can also be taken into consideration.

B. Which trains would you like to possess?

Beautiful, magnetic, mysterious, seductive, desirable, alluring

Extroverted, fun, trend setter, admired, confident, charismatic

Intimidating, unapologetic, bold, unique, center of attention,

Kind, soft spoken, empathetic, nurturing, humanitarian

Intelligent, articulate, ambitious, hedonistic, successful, perfectionist

C. What are some interesting qualities/assumptions about you?

Always the life of the party

Speaks multiple languages

Excels at everything on the first try

Has a commanding presence

Loved by everyone and full of admirers

Everyone you develop an interest in always pursues you

People find you alluring and inspiring

Bearer of the Halo effect - receives advantages and special treatment just for being gorgeous

Mastered or proficient in a specific subject/sport/language/instrument

Art connoisseur / literature, films, fashion, music, photography

Knowledgeable across different subjects / history, science, interior design, fragrances, wine, etc.

Knowledgeable in sophisticated fields / law, politics, economics, finance

Expert at a specific hobby or activity / chess, bridge, painting, sculpting, skating, singing, dancing

Skilled at / sewing, cooking, baking, knitting, makeup, styling, coding

D. Combine it.

Once I had an idea of what I wanted my new self to be like , I would refer to scenes in tv shows when a character is being introduced in third person as if they’re reading a profile about them. They don’t just name the character, they’ll list their background, their personality, what they do, what their interests are, etc. and then twist this for myself and imagine how I would like another person to describe me. I’ll list an example of what that would look like below:

[Note: to stay on theme I will be providing an it girl example, make this your own!]

One word to describe her? Extraordinary, but she’s too much to even conceptualize in a single word that it almost feels disrespectful to her. She either inspires you to be at her level or mortifies you for not being at her level. She's influential and enticing, opulent and godly. She has sky-high standards and smells like Tobacco Vanille. She always gets what she wants and doesn’t take no for an answer. She studies hard in the daytime and attends prestigious social gatherings in the nighttime. She’s a polymath with an IQ of 168 who knows a little about every subject. Whether it’s foreign languages, interior design, pastry making or art, she’s full of knowledge and constantly teaches you something new. She’s innovative and always formulating progressive ideas which also makes her a trendsetter. Whatever she does whether it’s a hobby or putting an outfit together she always owns it in her own unique manner. Because of that, her presence captures the attention of everyone in the room without her even saying a word. Her magnetic aura and sultry gaze make her irresistible to anyone who locks eyes with her. Men go crazy over her even though they know she’d never look twice at them. She’s witty and fun to be around. She’s unlike anyone you’ve ever met before. In fact, you could copy her personality and style down to a T and you still would not be able to capture her essence. You can’t get her out of your head because her beauty, passion and determination make her unforgettable.

Now that you have an idea of who your new self is, let’s talk about how to dump the old self.

V. Immolation ✧ Say goodbye to the old story forever.

“Man is not willing to outgrow, [and] yet he wants other things than those he has. But if you remain in one state, you will forever have to suffer the consequences of not being in another state. (From the “Hermetica”). If I remain in the state of poverty, I must suffer the consequences of not being in the state of wealth.” - The Art of Dying

A. No one to change but self (concept).

“Heretofore I thought I could change others through effort. Now I know I cannot change another unless I first change myself. To change another within my world I must first change my concept of that other; and to do it best I change my concept of self. For it was the concept I held of self that made me see others as I did.” - No One To Change But Self

I started this guide with self concept for a reason. If you want to create a change in your life you must first begin with self . As within, so without. An inner change must precede an outer change because we do not experience what we want, we experience what we are. Any attempt to change our worlds without changing ourselves is a mere delusion because the world will forever reflect back to us that which we are conscious of being. You want the world to know that you’re an it girl? Feel yourself to be an it girl first.

B. Forgiveness.

“You must learn to distinguish between the eternal human who occupies a state, and the state itself. This is the only means to forgiveness.” - True Forgiveness

Forgiving is forgetting and forgetting is letting go. When you are able to feel yourself to be who you want to be, you let go of who you used to be. You no longer have to be somebody you don’t want to be because a change of state is always instant. Every day is a new day and every moment is a new moment. If you are currently a miserable person and then you decide you are not then you are no longer a miserable person because you chose to not identify with it. You are not your state and you cannot be affixed to any state you don’t want to occupy. You will always have the option to embody any state you would like to occupy. You can shift that immediately through forgiveness and intention. Through forgiveness, you create the severance between the state you were formerly in and the state of an it girl.

C. Regret no more.

“Do not waste one moment in regret, for to think feelingly of the mistakes of the past is to re-infect yourself.” – Feeling is the Secret

I’d like to take this moment to tell you that regret doesn’t need to be a thing anymore because you can revise the past. That hobby you wanted to pursue but gave up on? Your GPA that you can’t go back and fix? The best friend you miss? Do you remember when you wanted to start drawing but then you stopped? Or when you did ballet when you were younger and never continued? Remember when you started learning Spanish and then gave up? You don’t need to feel regretful anymore because you can revise all and reshape the past to be in harmony with the it girl that you are. Whether you wish you had grown up wealthy or with a specific skill which would later become your passion, absolutely every aspect of your life can be adjusted. There’s no need to resent the past because it is not set in stone.

D. Let go of the external.

I urge you to not let anything outside of you define you or your life. Whether it’s the tarot deck, the tea leaves or a birth chart, none of those sources have a say in what your life looks or will look like. There’s no such thing as a predetermined fate for you. Every single aspect of your world is malleable at your command, so give up the idea that there’s any other force in the world capable of interfering with your desires.

VI. Reincarnation ✧ The birth of a new you.

“You must this night – not tomorrow – learn the technique of writing your own obituary and so completely die to what you are that no man in this world can tell you where you buried the old man.” - Consciousness is the Only Reality

A. A newly acquired mentality.

It’s time to step into your power and see yourself as the GOD that you are. You no longer need to live by the limitations the world has convinced you exist. You don’t need to do or be anything/one you don’t want to do/be and more importantly you do not need to settle for anything that doesn’t live up to your expectations. If you don’t like something, it doesn’t need to be a thing. Think about it being as simple as blocking someone, you are not gonna annoy me in MY reality. Starting today, you get to decide who you want to be and who or what gets to be a part of your life. Again, this is YOUR world, YOUR reality and everyone else is simply living in it. Why should you ever worry your gorgeous self about anything not going your way if this is your world? You’re the one on the pedestal and whatever you say must go.

Imagine telling a person exactly that, This is your world and everyone else is simply living in it. We are at such a huge advantage with the law of assumption because you don’t even need to be concerned with the course of action, you just need to focus on being (I AM). When you talk to people through the confidence of knowing that every single one of your goals is absolutely achievable, because through the law of assumption they always are and always will be, it is very easy to appear as confident to the average doubtful person. Everyone around you carries the idea with them that failure and rejection are always possibilities. You’re not like them, though. You’re completely limitless. You can excel at whatever career you want to pursue, you can date anyone you point your finger at, you can possess all of the riches the world has to offer and there’s no need to be humble about it. You are THE it girl, after all, are you not? All we’re stating is facts.

B. You cannot serve two masters.

“If you are dissatisfied with your present expression in life the only way to change it, is to take your attention away form that which seems so real to you and rise in consciousness to that which you desire to be. You cannot serve two masters, therefore to take your attention from one state of consciousness and place it upon another is to die to one and live to the other.” - At Your Command Ch. 2

In other words, you cannot sustain two polarizing states at once and you cannot take any part of the old state into the new state. If you want change, you must be loyal to it. You must be so committed to it that you have no space to even consider the old story because it doesn’t matter in the slightest anymore. Fall in love with your new state of consciousness that you are willing to be devoted to it no matter what. Leave the old in the past so the new can take its place.

C. Feeling the wish fulfilled.

“You must assume that you are what you want to be and continue therein, for the reality of your assumption has its being in complete independence of objective fact and will clothe itself in flesh if you persist in the feeling of the wish fulfilled” - The Power of Awareness Ch. 21

Capturing the feeling of the wish fulfilled is utterly essential, no matter what it is that you desire to manifest because the process will always be the same. First we must assume ourselves to be that which we desire to be through I AM and we persist in it independent of the objectiveness of our world until we are one with our new state.

The moment you successfully attain that feeling and continue to live by it, the direction of your attention will continue to focus on the implications of its fulfillment. That is, when you start to accept yourself as an it girl, the scenes that would suggest its consummation will make their way into your imagination, and if you persist in them they will inevitably become part of your state of consciousness.

VII. Invocation ✧ How to become it.

“When you pray, do not get down on your knees and pray to any unknown God. Instead, go to bed and dare to assume you are now who you want to be. Fall asleep assuming it is true and you will be on the road to success, for this is how things are brought into being.” - Brazen Impudence

A. SATS + lullaby.

I have an extensive post about the state akin to sleep which I highly suggest you read for further clarification as well as how I like to use the SATS. I’ll leave the instructions below:

The first step is to define your objective. Have a clear idea of what it is you would like to be (or be in possession of).

Next, ask yourself, “what does the end of that goal look like?” For example, if you would like to manifest a prestigious job opportunity, you’d be congratulated on it. If you’d like to manifest a change in appearance, you would receive compliments (It doesn’t need to include another person, but you may find it more helpful in order to feel it more real). Whatever the end looks like, it must always be an event that implies its fulfillment, that it is done. This is the wish fulfilled.

Get into a comfortable position. You can lay down or sit upright, it doesn’t matter, do whatever feels most comfortable.

Relax. You can do some breathing exercises, listen to music, have a warm drink, whatever it is that makes you relax.

Induce a moderate degree of drowsiness where you can still concentrate on the wish fulfilled, but be sure to not feel too drowsy where you find it difficult to focus. When you feel like you could move but you don’t want to (because you’re too comfortable), that’s when you’ll know you’re in the state akin to sleep.

Construct a scene that implies the fulfillment of your desire by making elsewhere here and then now, then feel it real by incorporating your senses into it and imagine yourself being present within your imaginal scene from your perspective. Confine your scene to a single action. If your scene implies that you have received wonderful news, do not wander off in your visualization by doing a thousand irrelevant things afterwards, simply stick to the congratulations and mentally feel yourself being present in your scene. Repeat the scene until it takes on the tones of reality. [A tip from Edward Art: Focus on feeling it real (feeling the wish fulfilled) first and then the sensory aspects of your scene will follow]

If you find it difficult to focus on a scene and feel it real or if you simply cannot conceptualiza what the end would even look like, follow steps 1 through 4 and do the following: condense the fulfillment to three words or less and repeat them over and over again until your mind is dominated by the single sensation of thankfulness. Meditate on this phrase until you accept it as a fact.

¹ Visualization ideas.

Your scenes will vary depending on what life you want to live. You can change your scenes every time you visualize during the SATS so long as they all imply the same end. What would imply that you are an it girl? Being interviewed? Walking down a red carpet? Men dropping their jaws when you pass by? For ideas, consider what activities would comprise a day in your it girl life.

² The lullaby method.

"Remain there until you feel its certainty, until you reach the point of satisfaction, until you are convinced of its truth; and although the world may collapse around you, you will become that which you have assumed you are." - An Inner Conviction

If you would like to try out the lullaby method, some three word phrases you could use are: I’m that girl/person, I have everything, It is done, I’m so happy, I AM (__), etc.

B. Mental diets.

“Feast on the idea, become identified with the idea as though you were already that embodied state. Walk in the assumption that you are what you want to be. If you feast on that and remain faithful to that mental diet, you will crystallize it. You will become it in this world.” - Thinking Fourth Dimensionally

Mental diets aren’t particularly necessary since they can imply that you need to be monitoring your thoughts constantly. However, objectively being conscious of them can help you determine what state you are currently occupying. If you would like to indulge in a mental diet you can do so by asking yourself the following questions:

Is this what I would want someone else to say or think about me?

Would my it girl think this thought?

I would also like to briefly recall that thoughts alone don’t hold power unless you accept them as facts. You can have intrusive thoughts and joke all you want about how you’re ugly but unless you persist in that and feel them to be true it will not manifest.

C. Inner conversations.

"What are you saying at every moment of time? Watch it; be careful what you are saying, because your whole vast world is this inner conversation pushed out." - Control Your Inner Conversations

I urge you to stop internally berating yourself or imagining someone speaking negatively about you. Pay attention to the perpetual inner conversation you hold with yourself: “I’m not good at math”, “my friends always make plans without me”, “I’m so awkward”, because what you say and believe about yourself is what you will continue to face in the third dimension. Instead, think about the lovely remarks you’d like others to say about you and mentally hear them say them. You can also try vaunting which is the practice of constructing a conversation in which you brag from the wish fulfilled. You can turn to the example I used of being described in third person by someone else and speak from first person instead (I AM).

D. Revision.

"At the end of my day, I review the day; I don't judge it, I simply review it. I look over the entire day, all the episodes, all the events, all the conversations, all the meetings, and then as I see it clearly in my mind's eye, I rewrite it. I rewrite it and make it conform to the ideal day I wish I had experienced. I take scene after scene and rewrite it, revise it, and having revised my day, then in my imagination I relive that day, the revised day, and I do it over and over in my imagination until this seeming imagined state begins to take on to me the tones of reality. It seems that it's real, that I actually did experience it and I have found from experience that these revised days, if really lived, will change my tomorrows. When I meet people tomorrow that today disappointed me, they will not tomorrow, for in me I have changed the very nature of that being, and having changed him, he bears witness tomorrow of the change that took place within me." - The Pruning Shears of Revision

Before you go to bed, revisit the occurrences of your day and when you recall an unfavorable one that challenges your it girl state of consciousness and rewrite it. Follow the steps for the SATS and construct a scene that would replace the unfavorable situation and convert it into a favorable situation.

E. Finish the day feeling the wish fulfilled.

"Do not let the sun descend upon any vexation of the day." - The Pruning Shears of Revision

This one is an absolute must. If you can help it, try to refrain from falling asleep in the assumption that you are not an it girl. If you are not feeling the wish fulfilled, take a few minutes to meditate on your state and then fall asleep feeling embraced by it and the relief of knowing that who you desire to be is who you already are (also known as the Sabbath).

VIII. Preservation ✧ How to sustain it.

"Do you always turn to your imagination and, no matter what happens, do you remain faithful to the state imagined? If you do, you have passed the test. But if every little rumor, doubt, or fear can move you around like a pawn on a chessboard, then you are not keeping the faith!" - God’s Creative Power

A. Persistence.

“By desiring to be other than what you are, you can create an ideal of the person you want to be and assume that you are already that person. If this assumption is persisted in until it becomes your dominant feeling, the attainment of your ideal is inevitable.” - The Power of Awareness Ch. 3

To briefly remind you, persistence means to remain obstinate with an intention regardless of difficulties or obstructions. When you are adopting a new state of consciousness, you may initially struggle to feel it real or even become impatient with its lack of manifestation in the third dimension, but you must keep returning to it no matter what. You may waver and you may falter but if you remember to proceed with the embodiment of your it girl state by returning to it through any preferred means, no force and no power will cumber its realization.

B. Forget about time.

"The length of time between my desire and its conception depends entirely upon my inner conviction that it is done."- An Inner Conviction

Focusing on the “time” it takes for your state to feel natural to you will only hold you back and keep you in a cycle of waiting. Ask yourself what the end, or the actualization of being an it girl, looks like for you and live in it. Do not suppress yourself to what appears to be the present moment if it is not reflecting the end of your desires. If you are concerned with “the time it’ll take”, then you are conscious of the opposite of your desires which means you are not feeling the wish fulfilled.

Always seek the wish fulfilled and abide by it until it blossoms into your world.

C. Disregard appearances.

"These appearances will continue in being as long as you give them life through your conscious awareness of them. You must disregard the evidence of your senses as it pertains to any undesirable condition in your life. You must Imagine and feel that you have already attained that which you want to experience rather than that which you do not want to continue in being. This may appear difficult, yet you have probably exercised this principle unconsciously to produce negative results." - Imagination Creates Reality

Do not settle for less than you seek. You never need to compromise with whatever it is that you desire because as I have mentioned, all exists and all is possible. Reject anything that doesn’t confirm that you are an it girl and never take no for an answer. Be adamant. Decide on what it is that you want and regardless of the limitations of your environment, consent to its immersion to your state of consciousness. No matter what you see or hear, do not accept it if it is not what you want. If you continue to suppress the acceptance of your desires to your senses then that's where your consciousness will remain.

“You don't accept one thing in the world as final unless it conforms to the ideal you want to realize in the world.” - The Pruning Shears of Revision

D. You already are, not will be.

“That which you seek you already are, it can never be so far off as even to be near, for nearness implies separation.” - No One To Change But Self

Something we can learn from it girls is the following: it girls don’t care whether or not they’re it girls, they simply are. So although we are intentionally shifting our state of consciousness, remember to not approach this with a trying mindset or the idea that you will become when you already are, because the use of the word “will” implies that you currently are not. As I’ve said before, “you can’t try to be someone you already are”. Whatever the wish fulfilled looks like for you, accept it at this very moment. Go straight to the end and bathe in it, rejoice in the fulfilled prayer as you go about your day and remain faithful to that inner conviction.

E. Reject the possibility of failure.

“Don’t be anxious or concerned as to results. They will follow just as surely as day follows night.” - Your faith is your fortune Ch. 21

Your desires are literally a guarantee. You can bring absolutely anything into being if you proceed with your intention in spite of what you experience in the flesh. You possess a gift that no one will ever be able to confiscate from you and that is your imagination. Intentional use of this gift will bring forward the beautification of your world in means you would not have been able to devise. Do not become an impediment in your journey by concerning yourself with the means, for they are never your responsibility. If you are serious and willing to assume in your favor, the mountains that need to move will move, the obstacles in the path towards heaven will be cleared and the people who need to play a role relative to its fruition will act accordingly without you having to do so much as lift a finger.

F. Apply.

“You must be doers of the law of assumption, for without application, the most profound understanding will not produce any desired result.” - The Power of Awareness Ch. 18

It is not enough for you to read the entirety of this guide without intending to put the instructions in it to use. You could read and listen to every document, every book and every lecture out there that tells you exactly how to manifest your desires but unless you take that information and put it to use, it was all acquired in vain. This post was long and detailed, do not let it go to waste by refusing to apply and persist. Wanting to do it is not enough, you must DO IT through persistence and a disciplined mind. Do not let the day in which you are reading this post to come to an end without acknowledging that you are an it girl now, not will be, you are. Plant the seed today and you will reap the harvest tomorrow.

"Your assumption, to be effective, cannot be a single isolated act, it must be a maintained attitude of the wish fulfilled." - The Power of Awareness Ch. 22

G. Calm reminders

I’m sure some of these concerns may have risen at some point so I will clear them up right now: acting as if is not necessary, neglecting your current circumstances and pretending they are not occurring is not necessary and being happy all the time is also not necessary. It is okay if you fall out of your new state from time to time, do not think that there is such a thing as “losing progress” because you can never truly lose what is already in your possession. If you are dealing with difficult circumstances I strongly recommend you read this post: how i manifested my dream life with extremely hard circumstances + how you can too.

IX. Motivation ✧

“I don’t care what it is; when you know what you want, you can make your desire so real, so natural that you will reach a feeling of certainty which no power in the world can stop. When that feeling is yours, drop it. Don’t ask anyone if what you did was right or wrong; you did it and that’s all that is necessary.” - An Inner conviction

If you are truly serious about becoming the it girl of your reality, you’ll have to be disciplined, determined, and persistent. You have to be willing to give up who you are right now in order to become who you want to be because the longer you entertain your old self, the longer you’ll postpone your dream self. You can decide at any moment to change, and if you are not actively working towards shifting your state of consciousness then you are consenting to its preservation. You accept what you tolerate, whether it’s mediocre friends, mediocre grades or a mediocre lifestyle and the only way to put an end to that is by intending to because it all starts with you. Do you want it enough? Are you willing to finally become an it girl or will you continue daydreaming about being an it girl? If you’re capable of being someone you don’t want to be, what makes you think you aren’t mutually capable of becoming someone you do want to be? Your it girl self is not far away from you, she already exists within your imagination and she is waiting for you to bring life to her. You already know everything you need to know in order to do it, so what’s stopping you? I know it can feel challenging because we feel confined to our current circumstances but I have so much faith in you and I know you have it in you to give yourself the world. You deserve to wake up every day feeling completely obsessed with yourself and your life. You don’t need to spend a minute longer hoping things that feel like they’re out of your control change if you know you are the one who’s in control. This is your reality, after all. Decide who you want to be and what life you want to lead, start showing up every day for it and remember to never accept anything that doesn’t live up to your standards. Dare to pursue everything you have ever wanted, all you need is faith the size of a mustard seed.

X. Outroduction ✧

"Every dream could be realized by those self-disciplined enough to believe it."- No One To Change But Self

And that concludes this guide! If there’s one takeaway you should carry with you from it it’s the following: you reserve the right to have high standards in regards to every aspect of your life, you deserve the partner of your dreams, the home of your dreams, the life of your dreams, you deserve all of it and more. Becoming an it girl doesn’t require a meticulous plan of action. All it takes is the use of imagination and discipline. You can realize your every dream. Whatever you want regardless of what it is or how unrealistic it sounds, you should demand more out of life and you should never settle for less than you desire, fantasize about or dream of, you can have it and you should have it. The world was made by you and for you so be self-willed and go for it. I have given you everything you need to know to become an it girl and all you have to do is apply. You’ve got this! Remember that you cannot fail, so when you succeed (notice how I didn't say if), I want to hear your success story. Until next time, mis amores!

Love always, your bestie Hera * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

“You can be the man (or woman) you want to be, but not by simply wishing. You must make the effort to look at the world mentally and see it reflect your fulfilled desire. And when it does you must remain in that state until you reach the inner conviction that what you are seeing, touching, tasting, smelling, and hearing is true, clothe yourself in the feeling of its reality - and explode! Do that and you are pregnant. And what do you do after pregnancy? Nothing! You simply wait for its birth to appear in its own appointed hour. And it will! When you least expect it your desire will objectify itself in the world for you to enjoy, whether it be health, wealth, or fame. That’s how God’s law works.” - An Inner Conviction

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On RP Etiquette

While this post is mostly intended for the Pokemon IRL RP community, the basic rules and thrust of this post should apply just as well to all RP.

(Written with help from @wingsofachampion!)

On “Yes, And”

RP, when you get right down to it, is a form of improvisational theater. Comedy, drama, the exact genre doesn’t matter, but it’s still improv all the way down. And that means the golden rule of improv still applies.

“Yes, And” is the basic rule of improv. It means: ‘Accept what came before without just shutting it down’ (“yes”), and then build on it and continue to iterate on The Bit (“and”). Sometimes, ‘Yes, But’ works just as well. What’s important is that you build on what came before without simply shutting it all down.

“No, And” can also work well. What doesn’t work is a flat ‘no’. Those are generally discouraged, because it shuts down the RP- Where do you go when your contributions have simply been discarded and swept away like nothing? This isn’t to say you can’t ever refuse; keeping your boundaries is just as important in RP as it is in life. But RP is a collaborative sport, and you have to keep the other party in mind as well.

As Professor Oak says, there is a time and place for everything.

Building off the previous post in a constructive way, even if it is denying it, is what is important.

To use an example:

If Sophora says legendary Pokemon do not exist, a reply of “Really? But what about [a specific legendary]?” can be acceptable or fun. So can “Yeah, and neither do flying-types!” or something similarly ludicrous. But what is not fun, is when a reply is simply “[a picture of legendary Pokemon waving at the camera right now]”.

Similarly, for those playing sapient Pokemon or humans-turned-Pokemon, the post could be “I hate having a tail!”, and the responses could fall into several categories. “Humans don’t have tails!” would be acceptable, or “the furry RPers are weird” would be… less so but still on the safe side of the line. “[picture of you as a human right now] STOP LYING” wouldn’t be. Because, it goes back to the same thing: How is your RP partner supposed to reply to that?

Which brings us to our next point.

On Thinking Two Replies Deep

When I reply in a post, one thing I always try to keep in mind is that I have some sort of ‘hook’ in my reply for the other person to reply to. If it’s just shutting someone down entirely, there’s no possible reply other than a ‘nuh-uh’ ‘yuh-huh’ chain that would be more at home on an elementary school playground.

It is related to “yes, and”, but still distinct. The point of it is that when you reply, you be sure to consider how others can reply. You can think of a few ways people can reply, and then go even deeper, and try to predict entire conversational flows. This way, you’re prepared, and you have a constant supply of ‘hooks’- And that means you can keep the RP going, and not shut it down.

In my case, the most common cause of me stopping replying in an RP thread is simply that I do not have anything I feel I can reply to. I have no contributions, and so I do not contribute. If there’s no hook, I can’t reply. On the other hand, just because you have a hook, doesn’t mean the thread will go exactly how you think, and a lot of the fun in RP is seeing how things go differently from what you expected.

But it’s always best to try to think two replies deep- Never just consider your reply, but consider how others will reply to your reply.

On Checking the Pinned Post

This one, I’m not sure needs to be said, but I will re-emphasize it anyway. If you’re going to be interacting with someone to build off them, please be sure you read their pinned post. So many times I get people who are directly contradicting everything in my pinned post and it’s difficult to deal with.

On Giving and Receiving Engagement

Many people do wonder why they aren’t getting engagement. The secret answer to that is not actually secret: People will interact with who they know. If you want engagement from others, you have to give engagement to others yourself.

If you have a new blog, no one will really know anything or interact with it until you get out there and start interacting more. And even if you are a well-established blog, that can still dry up fast if you don’t keep it going. RP is a communal sport- You have to give in order to get. This is true for engagement, for interaction, and even for the replies I was talking about from the start- You can’t get replies if you don’t give hooks.

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'The Love Shack'

Part V - The Fault Is Ours (Teaser Snippet)

Relationship: Neteyam(23) x fem!Omatikaya reader(21) x Lo'ak(22)

Series warnings: Adult content 18+ MDNI

Part V Summary:

You'd prepared for Neteyam's upset, prepared for his anger, but what you hadn't prepared for or even anticipated was his complete and total disregard for you...

Read Part I, II, III and IV in my Masterlist HERE

Author's Note:

Hello, my darlings. Here is an angsty teaser snippet for Part V, as promised. This will be the final part of this series and this chapter is all about the EMOTION. Don't get me wrong, there will be spice too, but this is all about Neteyam & Neyomi's (reader) journey coming to a final head. Thank you to all of you precious people who are still following this & supporting me with all your reactions. You mean the world to me. 😘

“Thanks for everything today. Thanks for listening.” You shot your best friend an appreciative smile, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Tula’s answer was a smile and a wink, but her face twisted into an unimpressed grimace when she looked to the front of the platform again, “Better work fast, babe. Silwey looks like she’s got dessert on her mind tonight.”

Sure enough, you saw Silwey whispering into Neteyam’s ear when you cast another glance over your shoulder. It was now or never. You needed to get Neteyam alone tonight and you were going to swallow your pride and tell him everything; tell him you were in love with him...

Dusting your hands off, you rose to your feet, intent for the throng of people gathered at the front. With a deep breath, you focused on your objective.

Neteyam was speaking to four women, all smiles and laughter as they conversed. You managed to place yourself in a gap between two of them, just big enough for you to slip into without needing to push anyone. It placed you directly in his line of sight, but if you thought he was going to acknowledge you, even out of courtesy, given there were others surrounding him, watching him, you were wrong.

Mild irritation flared in your gut and you continued to look at him, trying to catch his eye. However, Neteyam’s gaze studiously avoided yours while he spoke in turn to the others, even quirking a small smile at Silwey when she leant her cheek against his shoulder. Your distress was sharp behind your sternum at the sight, but you were determined.

You cleared your throat audibly, causing a lull in the conversation as the women turned to look at you. You seized the opportunity, “Excuse me. Neteyam can I have a moment? I need to speak to you.”

Finally, for the first time that day, his amber orbs clashed with your own. There was no warmth in them though, no emotion. Just pure impassiveness that sent a dreadful shudder through you.

“If it’s about work, it can wait until tomorrow morning.” Neteyam’s response was clipped.

His icy demeanour was cutting. You’d expected him to be upset, but not like this, not cold and unfeeling. “It’s not work-related, but it’s important.”

“Sorry. I’ve got plans tonight. I’ll catch you another time.” More callous brusqueness.

This was an unexpected hurdle. You hadn’t expected his refusal to speak to you. You’d prepared for his upset and for his anger, but not for his complete disregard. A painful lump was forming in your throat and you swallowed it down tightly.

Keeping a tight rein on the brewing storm of your emotions beneath the surface, you maintained your careful mask of composure and tried again, “Neteyam, please. I only need a few moments.”

“No. I’ve got other plans.” It was a clear dismissal.

You weren’t going to beg, not in front of everyone. You would swallow your pride, but not to that extent.

Silwey was frowning at you, displeasure colouring her features, and the other women appeared uncomfortable at the awkward exchange. The telltale hot flush of humiliation was beginning to tingle and burn on the skin of your face and you regarded Neteyam’s hard gaze one final time before you turned and excused yourself from the group.

The world around you turned surreal, the noise of the gathered clan becoming a dull hum as you padded on numb feet back the way you came. You could feel your composure beginning to fracture, the storm within you threatening to spill, and with the first breath that hitched painfully in your chest, you broke into a sprint in the direction of your home shelter.

You needed somewhere safe and away from prying eyes for the dam to burst…

Your eyes stung and your vision blurred with the arrival of your tears. An onslaught of sobs came next and you tore the sun lily blooms from your hair as you ran, pawing at the wetness streaming from your eyes.

Evidently what had happened last night at the shack had been the last straw for Neteyam. You cried at the unfairness of it all.

You finally had a chance to love him, but it now seemed that Neteyam was unwilling to grant it to you…

Author's Note:

😭 I promise there's light at the end of the tunnel, but first we're all gonna cry and suffer the angst, ok?? 😭 Poor Neyomi.

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WOLFISH

FANDOM: final fantasy xvi PAIRING: clive rosfield x reader ( gender neutral, afab ) RATING: explicit / 18+. minors dni. SUMMARY: After an exhausting week of running around Valisthea, you return home with your heart full and missing a certain outlaw. What you find upon your return is different... but not unwelcomed. WARNINGS: slightly rough sex, dirty talking, breeding kink, implied heat cycle. WORD COUNT: 7.7k

A/N: yeah i'm fairly down bad for this man. i normally don't write reader fics but i'm trying to expand my horizons so. here we are. gotta feed myself in this economy right?? expect more ffxvi stuff, whether its reader insert or other shit because the brainworms are very bad.

read on ao3!

It’s a silent ride back to Hideaway, as it always is on these solo missions of yours.

It’s not a common thing, but every so often you find yourself having to run around all of Valisthea with the job of making payments and collecting orders from the many kind souls that have been helping the cause that even keeps your personal home afloat. In fact, you could even say as Cid’s personal advisor, this was your main job; Otto was busy running the Hideaway and keeping it in check, so the job fell to you when you weren’t tailing after the man you worked under.

You also didn’t mind it, because it meant you had some time to yourself. You had the wind at your back, the smell of sea water to keep you company, and you could be in your thoughts alone.

Usually you didn’t mind it, at the very least.

It’s not a long task to do or even a hard one, in fact you’d argue that most of your time spent there is arguing with the likes of Martha and Isabelle and even L’ubor to accept the gil that Cid himself has offered to give them, but this month’s mission of yours was different. It seemed like a certain boss of yours had racked up a few requests and the people he graciously helped either wanted to give him a reward or send a letter to ask for more help. And since you were unfortunately playing messenger, it meant that you were basically running around and doing his job… in the sense of gathering the requests and gifts, of course.

So, you were being a little delayed in returning. You made sure to send a Stolas, to let everyone know you weren’t dead - just incredibly busy.

But now you finally found yourself on the ferry back home and you were impatient to get back. Excited to get back to everyone, excited to finally be returning after about a week of having to travel by Chocobo to get to everywhere.

Excited to return back to him.

“Hey, Obolus, are we almost there yet?” You peer over to the ferryman, the wind wilding through your hair.

Obolus didn’t even look back at you, as he ‘tsks’ in response. “We’ll get there when we get there. Asking every five seconds won’t make the boat go any faster.”

You scrunch your nose at him, but he did unfortunately have a point. The trip usually never feels so long, but after being away for what seems like months, you were just anxious to get back and rest your feet. The silence of the ride passes, with only the sound of waves pressing against the exterior of the boat.

You lean against the side and take the chance to reflect on all that’s happened. All that you’ve experienced.

All that you’ve done.

You don’t really remember when you became Cid’s advisor. It’s had to have been years at this point, you remember only barely being what one would call an adult. You were a bearer without a brand, hiding your magic behind crystals. It’s what your father had taught you, to protect you from the cruel world you were born in. You were cursed, your mother refused to even acknowledge your existence - even more so after the death of your father. You only lived the way that you did because your mother loved your father more than she loved you, and made your father take care of you.

Your father never gave up on you. An idealist in a world of realists, he really thought you could be the one to change the world.

He set himself up for failure, you bitterly had thought when news of his death arrived at your doorstep. He died for a cause he believed in, sure, but now he expected you to carry on that torch for him. And maybe there was a part of you that wanted to fight for a better world than the one you were handed, for those like you. You weren’t really sure what your true feelings were at that time.

There was one thing you did know, however; you knew you weren’t safe in your mother’s care, so you ran the day after your father’s passing and never looked back. You’re not even sure if your mother is even still alive or if she even misses you. Did she start anew, start all over with someone else and have a child she could be proud of?

As the years went on, you found that you didn’t even care. You can’t remember her face anymore.

You were crafty, a trickster, because that’s what kept you alive. Somehow, your paths with Cidolfus Telamon crossed. Not just once or twice, but five times. Four times, you rejected his appraisal and invitation to join him.

On the fifth path crossed, and the day he saved you from death, you finally joined him. You didn’t really expect to stay long in Hideaway, only thinking you would spend a few weeks or even a month before you jumped ship. You never stayed in one place for long, because it was always too dangerous for you to attach yourself to people. But everyone was so kind, so nice to you, and welcomed you with open arms.

Especially Cidolfus.

You clung to him a lot, maybe because despite only meeting him five times he was the only person you really knew, and somehow you managed to become his advisor with your skills and your ability to pull him back to the ground. Otto was against it at first, not because he didn’t like you, but you were barely an adult. Yet, Cid had smiled and patted you on the shoulder, telling Otto that there was more to you than meets the eye.

It’s much more than what your mother gave you. Worthless, unneeded, dirty, sinful - that’s all that she had called you. Your own father would try and raise your spirits, but her words were sharp as a knife and they cut wounds in your wrists. Weeks turned into months, months turned into years, and you stayed. You stayed with the people who would become your family.

One day, Cid left with Goetz and the wolf he ( or rather, charon ) cared for, because of rumors of Shiva’s Dominant finally rising in a place where he can finally catch her, to give her the freedom she needed. He came back with Goetz carrying a girl on his back, and a branded man with the wolf practically attached to his hip.

Clive Rosfield.

You didn’t realize it at the time, but the man before you would change your life completely.

Cid introduced you to him, asking you to watch over him and help him adjust to the Hideaway. It’s almost funny to think about, because despite Clive’s grumblings about ‘not staying long’ ( words that echoed in your head as familiar, because you had said the same thing ), when you finally got track of him again, he was out helping the people of Hideaway.

You made a joke about that and he quickly looked away, some colour on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. It was a cute sight, unsightly for a rugged man like him. Despite his appearances, he was kind and soft, albeit a bit cynical from the hardships he faced in his life. Then you ended up helping him help people, because there wasn’t much to do at that time and you needed to stretch your legs, and that’s how Cid decided on his great idea to make Clive your personal assistant.

Clive then realized when Cid told him you ran him ragged, he meant it, because once Cid assigned Clive to you, it didn’t take you long to get him working because as long as someone could move, they could work. But of course, you joined Clive on his journey to help him out. Some days you had to stay at Hideaway but for the most part, you were at his side alongside Cid.

You and Clive bonded together. Quick whips with one another, long nights together trying to figure out your next course of action with the Mothercrystals and how to save Valisthea, and slowly he became someone you… well, liked, essentially. You don’t exactly make friends with people, because you’ve never really had the chance to do so, but somehow Clive stabbed his way into your life and heart.

He became softer with you, and you did too. You found it was easy to smile with him, to laugh with him, to love him. It scared you, because Clive was a Dominant - the second, mysterious Eikon of Fire, and yet something so much more than that. It was basically a target on your back, even more so than the relationship you had with Cid.

But you found that you couldn’t stop loving him, that you would endure the burning world for him. Maybe that scared you more.

He held you when you sobbed and broke down over Cid - the first time your mask of being strong ever cracked. You hated it, you hated being weak, because Cid didn’t need weak people helping him. Cid needed someone who could put themselves back together, but this time you couldn’t. The pieces of you were scattered all over the floor like glass and every time you picked one up, you cut your hand and let the blood drip from your wound.

Yet, Clive held you. He held you close, he didn’t judge you, because he was crying alongside you. Cid meant so much to everyone, including him. You sat in his arms, and he didn’t leave until he knew he could leave you alone without worrying over you. His gentleness contrasted his roughened up look, he looked at you so softly and filled with fondness towards you. He was not afraid to help pick up the pieces, even if it meant cutting his hands in the process.

He put you back together, and he didn’t complain about it. Not even once.

Your relationship with him bloomed. Your friendship with him became something new, something else. It was a dangerous love, because of who Clive Rosfield is - what he is. Yet, you never swayed. You never faltered.

No matter what, he’s Clive to you.

But in public, he is Cid and you are Cid’s advisor - like you always were. You two were professional on the outside, only sneaking away to shed those titles when you had enough time to. You didn’t get those chances a lot, but when you did he made sure to treat you like you were a deity. You’ve had lovers in the past, but they never made you feel like Clive made you feel. He made you feel loved, appreciated, cared for. You took care of him, but he always took care of you in return. He never simply just took, he always gave back.

No wonder you were anxious to get back to him; you’ve missed him dearly.

“We’re approaching the Hideaway!”

The ferryman’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. You open your eyes, quickly looking towards the horizons. Even in the blackest of nights, with the moon being your only light, you could see the shape of the broken down airship that you and everyone else called home. You could feel the smile creeping on your face.

“I’m home,” you whisper.

To who exactly? Not yourself, but to the man who was waiting for you.

You thank Obolus for the ride home as you step off of the boat, quickly rushing up the stairs. Most people had turned in for the night so there were only a few souls still haunting the Hideaway, and they offered their greetings to you and a cheery ‘welcome back, advisor!’, to which you returned with a smile.

You feel a little silly rushing through the halls, like an eager child, but you were happy to be home.

You were happy about seeing him again.

You skid to a stop when you reached your destination. The Tub and Crown was a bit of a ghost town around this time, but you knew there were still a few people aside from Maeve haunting the area.

And you weren’t wrong. There sat Gav and Jill, with Torgal laying at Jill’s side. The hound lifts his head up at the sound of your footsteps, and once he lays his eyes on you he quickly stands up and rushes over towards you with a happy sounding bark. Since becoming Clive’s partner, Torgal never really left your side either. If he wasn’t with his owner or Jill, he was shuffling at your hip and following you around.

“Torgal!” You greet happily, kneeling on the ground to pet him and spoil him with some treats you carried on hand once you got close enough to where the two sat.

The two break from their conversation to see what Torgal was barking at, both of them greeting you with a smile on their faces.

“Well, if it ain’t our favorite advisor!” Gav slams his drink down. He looks you over, peering at the basket of gifts and requests at your side - all for a certain someone. “Talk about bein’ fashionably late. You weren’t kiddin’ when you said almost everyone in Valisthea was keepin’ you away.”

Jill nods her head in agreement, cupping her own chin to look over the heavy basket. “It sounds like you’ve had quite the adventure yourself.”

“Oh, it was the same ol’ stuff I deal with everyday. Just this time everyone in Valisthea caught wind that Cid’s advisor was in town and decided to make it their problem.” You rub Torgal’s belly, to which the hound accepts with happy pants.

Speaking of the aforementioned man… You look to the side of Gav. No handsome brooding man there.

You look to the side of Jill. No handsome brooding man there, either.

“Where is Clive?” You stop petting Torgal for a moment. “I figured he would be hanging out with you.”

Gav rolls his eyes a little, both good naturedly but also in some slight annoyance. “Went right to his chambers to work on things when we got back. He’s been in a bloody mood all week.” The scout holds up a finger. “Scowlin’ more than usual, more antsy than usual, tappin’ his foot while he waits at the door.” Every reason is met with a finger going up. “Not like everyone is afraid of him here, but it felt like we had to walk on eggshells around him. Even Charon was tryin’ not to rib him so hard.”

You blink a little, a brow raised. “Has the missions been going poorly or something?”

“Fuck no,” Gav shakes his head in response. “Everything’s been going smoothly. He’s just been actin’ like a shite.”

“He hasn’t been that bad,” counters Jill. Though, there’s a slight pause of hesitation from her. “But Gav isn’t wrong, he has been in a bit of a mood. More than likely, he was just worried about you.”

Worried about you? It’s not like you can’t handle yourself, and you’ve definitely been on missions longer than a week without him. You can’t help but scrunch your nose in thought - as always, when you’re thinking hard. Something was up with him, clearly.

Jill reads you like a book, with a smile on her face. “He’s still up, last time I checked. He’s burying his nose in reports as to distract himself. I’m sure he’ll appreciate the visit from you.” She stands up from her seat, as Torgal also rolls over and trots back to her side. “I’ve got some work to do with Tarja, but it was nice seeing you tonight.”

You nod your head, standing up and dusting yourself off. “Tarja, huh? Try not to stay up too late with her, alright?” You laugh a little when Shiva’s dominant huffs softly at your teasing, giving you just a gentle nudge in return. The two of you have gotten quite close over the years, and she was supportive of you and Clive. You felt like you could sigh in relief at that, that you didn’t have to worry about Clive’s childhood friend coming after you.

Gav finishes his drink, standing up as well. “I’m turnin’ in for the night.” He pats your shoulder with a grin on his face. “Make sure you give our leader a nice, warm welcome!”

He only grins harder seeing your cheeks turn red like a tomato at the implication of his words, and Jill’s soft laughter only makes you turn ever redder. Ah, there was your punishment for teasing Jill. The three of them make their way out of the alehouse, your eyes following them as you think about your conversation.

He’s in a mood.

What could he be in a mood about? You’ll have to do some digging, which isn’t hard - if there’s one thing Clive is with you that not even a sour mood could change, it’s that he was honest with you. It’s one of his best traits, really, that he’s open with his feelings and doesn’t usually shy away from speaking his mind about certain things. It’s not always easy, because there are some things he keeps to his chest, but for the most part communication is always important between you two. You pick up the basket of gifts and quickly make it to the end of the hall, where Clive’s chambers were.

And well, they were technically your chambers too, you think with the heat growing at your cheeks once more.

Shifting the basket a little, you use your free hand to knock on his chamber doors - once, twice and thrice.

“The door’s unlocked.” Clive’s low voice fills your ears. He already has you sighing and letting out a quivering breath. Founder, you’ve missed him.

You open the door with a smile on your face. You take in the sights before you - his room is as you left it, with the man himself seated at the desk. He seems to be burying himself in his usual reports and paperwork, just as Jill said. He didn’t even lift his head upon you entering.

“Guess who.” You smile, as you close the door behind you.

The sound of your voice has Clive immediately lift his head from his work. Cerulean eyes widened, the quill he was using drops from between his fingers and clattering on the desk.

“You’re back.” He sounds almost breathless. His chest raises a little as he breathes in and out, those cerulean eyes of him looking a lot more puppy-dog than usual.

This was different, indeed.

You walk towards him, placing the basket on the edge of the desk not covered in scattered papers. “Just got back. Gifts for you by the way, I was hunted down by weary souls who wanted to give their thanks to the so-called Cid the Outlaw.” You peer at him with a gentle, loving smile on your face.

He laughs a little in response, a rare smile forming on his own features. “No wonder you’re late. Sorry about that. I’ll be sure to pen my thanks to them soon.”

You shake your head at him. “Oh, don’t even start with the apologies. It’s my job to aid you, it’s kind of in the title.” A pause, shifting your feet a little as you hold your hands behind your back, shyly. “And… you know I’ll do anything for you, Clive.”

The words you whisper made him smile a little more. “You have perfect timing. I’m actually finishing up and I could use your advice.” He nudges his chair back a little, gently patting his thigh.

For a moment, you stare with a tilted head, until you realize the implications. Your cheeks turn red.

Oh, he’s inviting you to sit there.

Oh, this was different, indeed.

But you don’t hesitate or falter at all. You take a seat on his thigh, leaning against him. One of his strong arms wraps themselves around your waist, pulling your body flushed against his. The position is a little embarrassing, you have to admit to yourself, but it feels warm, comforting - loving. It doesn’t take long for you to fall back into place, flipping through the letters and offering your advice and help to him.

It also doesn’t take long for Clive to stop paying attention. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. His hot breath tickles your skin, a shiver running down your spine, as his fingers draw circles in your hip. His lips ghosts around your skin, pressing the gentlest of kisses to your neck as though he was whispering forbidden words in your skin. The quill from his fingers once again falls onto the desk, the reports forgotten about as his attention shifts to you. It’s hard to focus when he’s like this, so you decide to also forget about the many papers that littered his desktop.

“Jill and Gav told me you were in a mood.” You finally shift the conversation to what was really on your mind.

Clive only offers a grunt at first. “I’m not really in a mood.”

“Are you? You’re acting a little differently tonight.” Your fingers run through his hair, out of his eyes. “What’s on your mind, Clive? You know you can tell me.”

For a moment, he hesitates, but he knows he doesn’t like keeping secrets from you. You know he doesn’t like keeping secrets from you. He pulls you close to him, finally lifting his head to look you in the eye.

“I was fine when you left, but after a day, it felt like there was a pit in my stomach.” Clive runs his fingers up and down your hip. “Hunger, I suppose, is the best way to describe it.”

“Hunger?”

“I felt like I couldn’t focus with you gone. It was worse when I was here alone. Your scent was so much stronger than it usually was…” Clive recounts, averting his gaze for a moment from slight embarrassment, but he quickly focuses back on you. “The more days you were away, the more the hunger grew.”

“And the grouchier you got?” You tease him, though your tease was cut short and replaced with a slight yelp when he pinches your thigh with a huff.

“I wasn’t grouchy.” He counters, but his tone of voice sounds like he’s not exactly fighting the accusation.

You think about what he’s said, though. A hunger he felt for you. It started happening when you first left. He found that your scent was stronger than normal, even when you weren’t there. The symptoms sounded fairly familiar to you, and you hummed a little in thought as you ran your fingers through his hair. He groaned in delight at that, leaning into your touch and burying his face in the crook of your neck once more.

“Maybe you’re going through a rut?”

Clive lifts his head up. “A rut? I’m not a dog, love.”

“I mean, you travel with a dog, you constantly have a permanent puppy-dog eyes look on you and you turn into a dog-lizard thing. You’re kind of dog-adjacent.” You shrug cheekily, with an equally cheeky smile on your face. “But I’m serious about the last thing. We don’t know a whole lot about Ifrit. Maybe it’s going through some kind of rut or something and it’s affecting you. It is springtime, you know. Maybe nature is just setting course for Ifrit, too.”

It’s a pretty plausible theory. Clive stops to think about it for a brief moment, his breath tickling your neck once more as you sigh. Still, he says nothing at first and pauses his movements, until he looks right back up at you, his gaze meeting yours.

“You do realize the implications of your theory, right?” His pupils are blown out, more than usual. His strong, calloused hands grip your hips, shifting you a little so your lower half is flushed right against his.

Oh, there’s something pressing against you. Your body warms up, a heat and ache pooling right in your core.

You didn’t realize how much you miss his body pressing against yours in such a sinful manner, until he rolls his hips against yours in want and need.

“I meant what I said,” you begin to say, your hands gripping to his shoulders as you slowly grind against the bulge in his pants, meeting his hips’ movements. You couldn’t help but grin a little when he moaned lowly, a sound just for you. “You know I’ll do anything for you, Clive.”

That’s all you’re able to get out at that point, because once you give him permission to do what he needs to do, Clive’s lips press against yours. It was only a sweet, soft kiss for a for seconds at best, because it quickly turned into something fierce, hungry. His tongue prods against your lips, wanting access into your warm mouth, and you gladly part your lips for him, because you need him as much as he needs you. Your tongue presses and swirls against his - it’s a small battle for dominance you never win, but you know he likes a small challenge. His own tongue presses and pins yours, until you ease away to let him completely take the reins.

The kiss is hot, wet, truly sinful. His hands grope everywhere he could, mostly squeezing at your thighs and hips with his fingers digging into your soft, plump flesh until they found their way to your rear. Squeezing and grabbing, groping in such a way that would make you flustered had you not been needy with your own arousal, he lifts you up as though you’re made of nothing but feathers, and truly you’re a little limp in his grasp. Clive’s strength always managed to make you feel dizzy, in a good way, and that doesn’t change here. He pushes his chair back, leaving the desk and the many reports he still has to do in the dust and makes his way towards his bed - your shared bed.

He only breaks the kiss to place you down on the mattress, gentle pants leaving both of your lips as a string of saliva connects the two of you. It breaks as he pulls away a little more, only to dive back in and press fluttering, wet kisses to your neck. Just like the kiss from before, it turns into something a little more hot and brutal; his lips suck at your skin to give it a bruising mark, teeth sinking into your flesh to draw just a little bit of blood from you. You groan hotly, your fingers gripping at his dark locks as your hips jolt upwards. Clive licks and kisses at the bruise and bite mark he left, panting gently against your flesh.

“You still taste so, so good.” Clive whispers into your skin, as his hands tug right at your shirt. He tries his best not to rip it, but unbuttoning your shirt during these kinds of acts was never exactly a cleanful tact, because you can already see a few buttons pop off just from him ripping it open. You chuckle a little; some things really don’t change.

Your chest is bared to him, and Clive wastes no time in pressing gentle kisses on naked skin. Trailing down, he kisses, licks and sucks on any skin he could latch himself onto and sinks teeth into your sink that leaves behind a delicious sting of pain, until finally reaching your left breast. Your breath hitches a little as his tongue swirls around the nub of your nipple, the hitched breath morphing into a needy moan once his lips latch around it to give it a gentle suck. His fingers tease and play with the unattended one, his attacks on you relentless and cruel - cruel in the sense he never slowed down.

“Clive.” you whine with a high-pitched voice, trying your best to roll your hips against his. But he doesn’t let you, pinning you down with just his pelvis. He lifts his head up, a smirk on his face.

“Just lay there and let me make you feel good,” whispers Clive. The way his low voice sounded so commanding, you can’t help but obey him. He was always like this, though; he was always chasing for your pleasure and never his own. He loved you, he wanted to make you feel good. It was never really fair! But at the same time, it truly was nice. He was so different from lovers you had in the past, who only cared about their own needs.

He attends to your other breast, giving it the same treatment - a lick here, a suck there, leaving a trail of bruises and bite marks in his wake. Once he’s satisfied, his lips start to trail downwards. He worships you like this, with his lips and his tongue, making sure there’s a patch of skin with his mark on it. His hands make work of your bottoms, pulling off the offending fabric until you were just left in your undergarments. You expect to feel his fingers on your skin so he can pull them down, but instead when you look down, you see Clive is using his teeth to pull them down.

Oh, this is different. Normally he takes his time with you; press himself against you, kiss you all over. Even as someone who prefers to please his partners more than please himself, it seems like tonight he’s impatient.

“Seems like someone’s been wanting this,” chuckles Clive as he spreads your lower lips a little to inspect you. “You’re already so soaked. All I did was tease you a little. Founder, you’re as depraved as I am.” His hot breath hits your wetness as he speaks, never once pressing his lips against you. You jolt a little at the feeling, a soft huff escaping your lips.

“You started this mess,” You tell him, your fingers already gripping in his hair. “You finish it.”

Another chuckle leaves his lips. Clive is impatient, though, and he wastes no time in pressing his lips right against your dripping entrance. His tongue is relentless here just as it was on your skin; it wastes no time in slipping inside of you, as he starts to drink your essence and fuck you with his tongue alone. It’s almost unbearable to you, in a good way - he drinks like a man starved.

Clive is so good to you, but he knows how to be so cruel, because he knows you enjoy it. He knows how easily you melt on his tongue, and he enjoys every single moment of it.

His fingers slip in as well, two of them pumping in and out as he moves upwards a little, finding your clit. The tip of his tongue flicks at it and you feel the smirk against your entrance as soon as you squeak and moan from his actions. He licks, sucks, his movements becoming faster with each second that passes. You’re trying so hard to swallow back your moans, but the moment his lips wrap around your clit and give it a hard suck, you can’t control your volume anymore. It echoes off of the walls, embarrassingly so, but your mind is so fogged that you don’t seem to care like you usually would.

The knot in your lower stomach painfully tightens, you can feel yourself reaching your peak as Clive continues to tease your clit and thrust his fingers in and out of you. Just as you’re about to find your release, though, he abruptly stops. He pulls himself off of you, his fingers are coated with your essence.

“Clive–” You begin to whine, almost in pain. You stop yourself short when you watch him lick his fingers clean - slowly, like he’s putting on a show for you. Once they’re clean, he looks at you as though he’s a predator who has caught prey in his trap. The slight darkness of the room makes his cerulean eyes have a glow to them. The knot in your stomach returns.

He intends to devour you, his way. He’s going to drag this out, until you’re begging and crying for release.

Clive crawls back onto the bed, his hands moving to undo all of the leathers and fabric of his clothing, until he’s as bare as you are. His cloak and shirt go first, dropping onto the ground until his chest is revealed to you. Greagor, you could probably write several missives about Clive’s chest and muscles, but despite what your lover may say, you’re not that depraved. You keep all of those thoughts to yourself, like a good advisor should. Your eyes drift down with his hands, watching as they fumble a little with his belt, stifling a laugh from how needy and excited he is.

You stop laughing once he finally does undo his belt and pull his pants down, revealing his hard cock to you. You’ve seen it before, it’s been inside of you multiple times now, but you still hitch your breath when you see it. The gods certainly graced Clive with something to brag about, for certain.

If you ever do meet Ultima maybe you should thank him for giving his vessel something that would make you cross your eyes and forget your own name, but something tells you a narcissistic god obsessed with the purity of his vessel may not appreciate the sonnets a mere mortal would write about said vessel’s cock.

Pre-cum dribbles at the tip, his fingers coated in a mix of his saliva and your juices as he uses it to his advantage to stroke himself a little, to really give you a show now. You hear yourself panting, your chest heaving up and down as you watch the sinful sight before you.

“Enjoying yourself?” Clive smirks, smugness in his voice.

You huff a little in response. “I’ll only enjoy myself when you actually fuck me instead of showing off, Rosfield.”

He laughs a little, leaning down to kiss your forehead sweetly. “As my faithful advisor commands.”

You have no time to respond, as he quickly flips you so you’re on your stomach, face slightly pressed against the pillow beneath you. He presses his front against your back, the tip of his cock pressing against your wet folds teasingly. Your needy whine and rear thrusting back to try and get him inside of you earns a laugh from him, but thankfully he’s not intensely cruel tonight. He presses inside of you, though it’s not as slow as he normally is. Normally he takes his time with you, but in just seconds he’s got his entire length inside of you. You feel the way his body shudders against your back, your soaked walls clenching around him. A sigh passes your lips, morphing into a moan.

You’ve missed this. You’ve missed him.

His thrusts are slow at first, but it doesn’t take him long for him to pick up his speed. His hips meet your backside, a wonderful symphony of skin slapping against each other fills the room, loud enough to make your ears burn with embarrassment. You bury your face in the pillow to muffle your moans. A hand wraps itself around the back of your neck, though, to pull you up towards its owner. Clive’s heavy breath is in your ear now, worsening your arousal.

“Don’t hide your voice from me,” pants Clive, sharp teeth nibbling at your earlobe. “I want to hear you.”

And you find that you can’t deny him. Your moans are loud, needy, your knuckles turning white from how roughly you’re gripping the sheets to the point where they might tear. His other hand snakes down your stomach, reaching your lower half, and his fingers make work on your clit. It’s a slow rub, his thrusts contrasting the gentleness of his fingers. You can feel yourself reaching your peak, you can feel the knot in your stomach tightening and tightening until–

Until he pulls right out of you.

You whine, loudly, at the loss. Your walls clench at nothing, and you try to thrust yourself back towards him, but Clive doesn’t let you do that. Instead, he flips you both again - him on his back and you sitting on his lap. He looks up at you with a smile, his hand running up and down your stomach once more.

“I know exactly what you like.” The outlaw says, pulling you forward so his cock rests right against your stomach. You feel how hot it is, how hard it is, and how it throbs and pulsates against your skin. “Show me how much you want to cum.”

Oh, he’s definitely dragging this out as long as he can. You can’t exactly blame him, you don’t want this to end either.

But you also really need to reach your peak, otherwise you may burn the whole Hideaway down.

Your wobbly legs manage to hold yourself up, slowly moving down on him. Your whole body shudders as his cock fills you up again, the tip pressing against the deepest parts of your inside. You move up and down on his length, moans and pants spilling from your lips as you decide to not hide your voice any longer - because he wants to hear you. And you can’t deny him, because you don’t want to deny him.

“Founder, your voice alone drives me mad.” Clive growls, his hand squeezing your thigh as he thrusts upwards to meet your own movements. “Tried to focus on my work, tried to put you out of my head for days, but I just couldn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I needed you blissed out on my cock–”

He’s rambling, his voice low and rough, and you love every second of it. Clive’s not much of a talker, but when he is, he makes you feel so depraved for him. Your legs were starting to shake and feel weak already, but you push yourself - you push yourself because you want this. Because you need this from him, just as much as he needed this from you.

“Clive,” you chant his name like a prayer, over and over again. You must sound delirious.

But Clive clearly doesn’t seem to mind, the way his back arches a little just from the sound of your sweet voice. It’s a powerful feeling, you realize, having such a powerful man like him weak at you - a mere mortal, a bearer but not a Dominant. Yet, it’s a good reminder that beneath everything, Clive is a mortal man as well.

“Can you feel me, sweetheart?” He places his hand on your lower stomach, feeling the way it bulges a little from the sheer size of him. You look down, shuddering at the sight as he continues to thrust upwards, your eyes following how the bulge disappears then reappears. “You take me so fucking well. It’s like you were made for me, the way you shake your hips like a woman at the Veil.”

You can’t respond, any time you try to all that fumbles from your lips are moans and whines of pure pleasure.

“I can get so deep into you like this,” groans Clive, his other hand grasping at your hip. “All the way into you. Fuck, I could breed you right here. I could make you swell with my child.”

Oh, that’s different.

And it’s clearly a good different, the way your body responds. Your walls clench around him, as if your body had a mind of its own, as if your body was begging for the man to breed you. He notices too, and he licks his lips and smirks once he realizes you may enjoy the idea as he did.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Another thrust upwards. His thrusts are getting sloppier and rougher, but Greagor does it feel so good. “I wouldn’t be able to control myself, seeing you like that. I’d fuck you every single day–”

You moan, so lecherously. “Clive, fuck, I’m going to cum!”

Both hands grab at your hips, fingers digging and sinking into your skin so hard you know there’s going to be some bruising there in the morning. But you don’t care. All you care about is the man underneath you, and chasing after your own release. Clive makes you move faster onto him, a growl rumbling from his throat.

“Go on, let yourself go.”

You were already so overstimulated from the foreplay from before, and the way his cock brushes against your sweet spots and bashes against the entrance to your womb, you can’t help it. Your walls tighten around him, and you let yourself go.

Another growl rumbles from his throat, this time he pulls you right down onto him, hard. It doesn’t take him long to follow you into a blissful climax, his hot seed pouring into you and flooding your insides. It’s a lot, more than usual, to the point where it floods out from your entrance and onto him.

You collapse onto him, and he instantly takes you in his arms. Slowly, he flips your positions again, just so he can press himself deeper into you. Thank the Founder, because your legs were about to give out.

A moment passes, until he finally pulls himself out from you. His blown out pupils watch as his seed overflows from you, dripping onto the sheets beneath you. He shudders at the sight, and you can’t help but shudder as well.

You’re fading in and out of existence, but when you mostly come to, Clive has wiped you and him down, cleaning you up and gently pressing kisses against any marks he’s left on you. The sheets will unfortunately have to wait until tomorrow. Frankly, you could give less of a shit about that.

The outlaw slumps himself against you, pulling you into his arms. You both lay there in a comfortable silence, as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Thank you.” His voice trembles, a little embarrassed - that’s the Clive you know. “I’ll, uh, make sure Tarja prepares a herbal tea for you tomorrow, so that you don’t…” He trails off, hiding his face against your neck even more now.

You chuckle, feeling the hotness of his cheeks against your skin. “Feeling better?”

“Yes,” answers the male as he lifts his head up with a smile. “Much better. You always seem to know how to cure my worries and needs.”

“What can I say? I know my boss pretty well.”

He laughs, and your heart feels so warm, so in love with the man before you. Clive leans in, pressing his lips against yours to share a sweet, innocent kiss that contrasts the sinful act you both just partook in. And you kiss him back, wrapping your arms around him. You only stop when you feel something hard rub against your thigh, pulling back to see he was still pretty aroused. He’s a little sheepish at that, but he looks at you in want, in need - and love, as always.

“I don’t think one time is going to be enough for you, big guy.”

A sheepish laugh falls from his lips. “I don’t think so either. I might need a few more rounds. That is, if my faithful advisor is up to it.”

He’s challenging you, clearly. The smirk on his face tells you all you need to know. You smirk back, bucking your hips against his to accept.

“Only if you do most of the work.” You tell him, a leg going in to wrap itself around his waist. “You made me weak in my knees, Lord Rosfield. A gentleman should take some responsibility for his actions.”

His low chuckle reaches your ears, as he leans in to press his forehead against yours. It’s a tender action, one that definitely makes you feel weak in the knees - if you hadn’t already. It doesn’t take him long to reenter you, and you can’t hide the shudder of your slightly overstimulated body.

But you want everything he has to offer, the good and the bad of Clive Rosfield, and he’ll give it to you.

Because he wants everything you have to offer, the good and the bad of his faithful advisor, in return.

“As you wish, my love.”

He claims your lips. The night goes on.

“Somethin’ seems to be on your mind.”

Jill looks towards the source of the voice. Gav stands next to her, arms crossed as he meets her gaze with a raised brow. The Dominant says nothing to him, only slowly returning her gaze to where she once was looking. Gav’s line of sight follows hers, landing right on the scene that was unfolding before them.

“Clive, I’m trying to do work!”

Hideaway’s poor advisor was currently trying to shake an overgrown Cid the Outlaw off of them, who has currently draped himself over you. It had been a single day since you had returned from your trip and needless to say, Clive was acting as though you had been gone for years. Arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your body flush against yours.

“Nothing is stopping you from doing your work,” is all Clive remarks with, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Except for a fucking overgrown dog!”

Gav whistles at the sight before him. “Someone seems to be in a good mood.”

“Indeed,” nods Jill, her gaze never leaving the both of you. Right now you were trying to walk away, which resulted in you basically having to drag the second Eikon of fire around because he refused to let himself off of you. “But, I can’t help but wonder if this is worse than the mood he was in before.”

The scout shrugs his shoulders. “Our advisor has dealt with worse from him. And we don’t have to deal with him slobberin’ all over us, so I’d say a good mood is better than nothin’.”

The woman says nothing. She knows it’s going to be a few days before Clive will return to his normal self, if your theory about why he’s been moody all week rings true. Such things don’t end with a simple, pleasurable night. You’ll be fine, she knows that, so she’s not too worried that you won’t be able to handle Clive Rosfield.

It’s in your job description, after all.

( she’ll still pray to metia for you, at the very least, and hope you come out unscathed. )

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the-somwthing · 20 days

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Okay continuation of my last post which I would link to if I was on desktop. You don’t need to read it I guess but it’ll give you a better understanding of how I see Scott and Joel’s rivalry maybe.

That was more of an objective analysis, this is where I get into more fanon headcanon territory with my analysis hehe.

Remember when I mentioned I was insane about these two specifically in 3rd Life? Yeagjh. We’re talking about 3L again. Because in my little brain, I like to imagine it really shaped Scott’s character.

SO HERE IT IS, A SCOTT ANALYSIS CENTERED AROUND JOEL.

We all know in 3rd Life Scott placed 10th, significantly lower than his other placements which have all been top 4. A lot of people in the fandom point to Jimmy as the cause, as he has some sort of curse that causes his allies to place significantly lower. As mean as that is I don’t hate that idea, but I don’t think Scott sees it like that (in my headcanons ok I’ll stop disclaimering that now).

I think it’s more Joel’s fault.

Scott wouldn’t blame Jimmy for himself dying so early, Jimmy had already been dead and Scott wasn’t exactly relying on him.

But Jimmy was still his closest ally, and his backup ally had also died. His only alliance left was Scar and Grian, but you can’t just insert yourself into there, they’re a solid duo and you know you’d be first pickings when it’s time to turn on each other.

But then there was Joel. Also allied with Scar and Grian, also completely alone. They agreed to stick together, put aside their differences and fight alongside each other.

Neither of them had any personal stakes in the war, but they also had nothing left to protect. The only thing driving them was their alliance with the desert. But they had fun. They hunted down enemies together and fought a war they didn’t care about, together.

Then Joel charged headfirst into a battle, with Scott following behind. They thought they had Impulse with them, but they never saw him again. (Joel actually believed Scott had abandoned him too, he didn’t realize he was so ahead of the group and I don’t think he heard Scott shout that he was here with him before he died.)

Scott died shortly after Joel, but he was yellow so he came back as a red life. He went back to the desert to pick up his stuff, and at Joel’s mine craft corpse he promised him that his death wouldn’t be in vain.

A little bit later, he died. It was all in vain.

Scott had two lives left after Jimmy died. Yet after following Joel into a single battle, he had died earlier than anyone would have expected. And Joel hadn’t gotten a single kill.

I like to think that this made Scott believe that Joel’s way of playing the game leads to crashing and burning. Scott watches Joel frantically try to get his boogey kill and wind up on red. This only starts to solidify the idea in Scott’s head. Then the second time Scott becomes boogey, he refuses to do it, knowing that he will drive himself to death if he tries. And he ends up winning the season. I think winning after renouncing Joel’s way of playing really solidified for good in Scott’s mind that what Joel’s doing is wrong, it’s not how you’re meant to play the game, it leads to nothing but destruction.

When Scott killed Joel in Secret Life, his final words to Joel were explaining that he’s still alive because he got the extra hearts from killing Bdubs. He said it in a rather taunting way. I think it was Scott’s first attempt at explaining to Joel how wrong his way of playing is. Just like in 3rd Life, he and his ally had charged into battle together and died pointlessly. Scott’s taunting Joel for his mistake now that he’s at the other end of it, seeing just how foolish it was.

I also feel like you could somehow connect this whole “3rd Life death to Last Life win” thing to his tendency to sacrifice himself. He knows that trying to go out in a blaze of glory doesn’t work out, and it’s safest to let your life down gently so that it may help others. In SL Scott may think Joel and Bdubs would’ve been better off if one had sacrificed themselves to the other for more health, and Joel’s being too bloodthirsty to see that. On the flipside, Joel’s one attempt at sacrificing himself ended in tragedy as he was too late, he was trying other methods of helping his ally first when the safest was sacrifice.

Joel values living more than Scott does. When he wants to help his allies, he doesn’t sacrifice himself immediately like Scott does. He tries to help them while he’s alive, so they may both thrive. Scott doesn’t care about that, whether it’s because he already won, or because he’s already experienced life after losing allies and didn’t like it, who knows.

Do you think Scott’s decision to eliminate Joel in Limited Life was fueled by the fact that Joel had just lost Jimmy at all? He knows from Double Life that when Joel loses something, he burns everything around him. He knows from 3rd Life that when you lose Jimmy, you lose the one thing you had, and end up just killing without any purpose.

I think he thought that Joel no longer had a purpose, except to kill. And that’s why he needed to die.

I think of Scott and Joel as… some sort of opposites, I guess. It all started in 3rd Life, when they joined together, and after that failure they both improved, going against each other. Scott may have won Last Life after renouncing Joel’s way of playing, but Joel got 5th, and the most kills. His way of playing had finally started to bear fruits, until Scott gathered a team to take him down.

Now, Joel’s placement never really got better after that, technically neither did Scott’s but at least he stayed top 5, but Joel was finally getting kills every season. Lots of them, too. In 3rd Life he had none. It’s a big improvement.

Anyways, back to Scott. I think he sees Joel as some sort of embodiment of senseless murder. That’s why he’s constantly assembling teams to get rid of him. He’s a problem. It doesn’t matter that this is a death game, Scott knows that endless violence isn’t how you win because he won. Joel couldn’t possibly convince him otherwise, not when he hasn’t won, or even gotten closer than 5th. He’s going to look past the fact that he never lets Joel live. That Joel’s downfall is almost always Scott deciding he’s lived too long.

Joel time, I think he might believe Scott. He desperately tries to convince Scott otherwise, that he should live, but he knows he kills. He’s always been viewed as somewhat of a villain, struggling to gain allies, while Scott is often viewed as a perfect guy with loads of friends. If Joel truly didn’t deserve it, how was Scott able to convince the rest of the server to help? Why was Grian preparing to leave him, warning him that he’s going too far when all he’s trying to do is live? The simple answer is that he truly is the villain of the server. It’s a role Joel isn’t afraid to have, but he never really tries to, so it’s always a surprise when everyone wants him dead. Well, a surprise until they bring up some way he’s wronged someone, then he gets it. But am I crazy or do other people do stuff like that and not get witch hunted lmao

Back to Scott, I believe there was a slight shift in Secret Life, with Scott becoming more conscious of this ongoing rivalry. I think with the realization that Scott has someone obsessed with taking him down, he started to view Joel as more of a person than an oppressive force. Before, he viewed Joel as a wildfire that destroys everything in sight, but now he’s realized that with him, it’s personal. It’s constant. He can rely on Joel to always be hating him. He ignores the times Joel is nice with him to emphasize that he’s got a rival who hates him, while still trying to keep up that he doesn’t care about it. He doesn’t have anything against Joel. He’s only killing him because he needed to die, it wasn’t personal. Scott doesn’t seem to pick up on the fact that if he’s nice to Joel (which he’s doing to keep up the “one-sided rivalry” thing), Joel is fine with dropping his hatred. It creates a somewhat weird dynamic where Scott is like “oh Joel HATES me he’s gonna KILL me on SIGHT” and Joel’s just like 😐. Secret Life is kind of spared from that happening too badly cuz of the whole assassin fail thing making Joel want to kill Scott but like IT STILL HAPPENS. Anyways that’s how we flip the one-sided rivalry to be on the other side lmao.

Anyways, why does it seem like Scott likes having a rival? Well, he certainly loves drama, so that’s one thing. Another thing, despite always having great allies, he’s always saying things about how lonely he is, how he believes no one likes him, abandonment issues, etc. You could read those as ooc jokes but they’re so constant I like to see it as part of his character. So I think he enjoys the idea that Joel has been thinking about him this whole time, even if negatively. Scott even has a line in Limited Life about him being the last green/yellow (I don’t remember when this was) about how everyone’s going to wanna kill him, and it will be “the first time in [his] life people have wanted [him]”. So we know he’s desperate enough for people to “want” him that even wanting him dead is exciting to him.

On the other hand, despite not feeling like people like him, I’m sure he knows it. You can’t have loyal allies and not realize you’re not alone. So he’s got a husband (even if said husband won’t talk about it), he’s got friends, a rival is a perfect next relationship to acquire. It also gives him something to drive him, to push him forward.

Also, he’s not scared of Joel. He’s put an end to him every time. If the rivalry gets out of hand, then, well, it won’t. He’ll stop him like he always does. So it’s perfectly safe and inconsequential to accept Joel as his rival. In fact, it’s kind of better. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right?

But aside from strategy I do think he mostly just thinks having a rival is cool and is excited to have one, he just needs to be the cool one that isn’t hateful, lol. The one sided rivalry idea is too funny for him to throw. Being loving is his brand, he’s gotta keep it chill.

So basically my dream scenario is Scott starts being nice to Joel to play into this one-sided rivalry, expecting Joel to hate him unconditionally, not realizing that his hatred is somewhat conditional, and watches as Joel starts being like “wow maybe Scott isn’t so bad” and Scott’s like “wait no, why isn’t he hating me” and they accidentally form some sort of terrible and confusing alliance where neither of them really know what the other is thinking. I don’t think it would happen but man. It would be funny.

Anyways thanks for reading my post I don’t fully like how it came out 😭 I’ll probably talk about Scott and Joel forever and ever so feel free to talk to me and we’ll see if I explain things in a way that I like more haha

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mikalara-dracula · 1 year

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Hello

Can you headcanon for S boys teaching you how to dance for a vampire ball?

And can it be fluff and slight NSFW if it applies

🎻 Extended Vampire Ball Alphabet + Additional Hcs [Shu's Vers.]—

Warning: 18+ content below; don't read if you're a minor and aren't comfortable with slight NSFW. This is a fictional work and should not be taken seriously.

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Hi there, Anon!

Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry for the wait. I hope you don’t mind but I decided to go all out for this post since I had a lot to say. I included what you wanted but added a bunch of other stuff that contributed to the subject and turned it into a vampire ball alphabet. As much as I wanted to include all of the brothers in one post, Tumblr's limitations on posts are restricting me from doing so. So with this, the other S brother’s versions will be out soon, and I’ll link them to this one when they’re finished. Hope you enjoy Shu’s version. Feel free to request again anytime. :)

Additional note: I extended my alphabet and added additional hcs because I hate limiting myself to just the standard alphabet alone haha. Cuz like who tf does that lmao? xDD

Made with: @liannelara-dracula

***Before we get into the alphabet and hcs, let’s get into some context about this scenario***

Since there's much more to vampire balls, I figured I'd cover a whole bunch of stuff that happens in them as well.

So, to start off, even though the Sakamakis have lives to maintain in the human realm, every so often they’re summoned back to the demon world by their father with some sort of excuse.

And one of those excuses (of many!) Karl arranges for them to attend a vampire ball every so often since he has to provide some alternate form of entertainment to his vampire nobles, so why not have his sons attend since they’re the talk amongst women in the demon realm?

It’s one of the many perfect excuses to make them come and do what Karl wants, and there may be more to this depending on what he wants from his sons.

His sons are what everyones’ eyes are on, so he expects them to be flawless in every way, including how they act and such since they’re royalty.

So, who they choose to bring to balls is no exception since they not only have to appear perfect, but their dates must be as well.

The same goes for their dancing, especially since they’ll all be participating in their own dance pieces with their dates, so it has to be perfect. Since the boys are all required to have a performance of their own, they’ve just stuck to waltzes due to tradition since they’re classy and sophisticated.

(We’ll get to the types of dances danced at vampire balls in just a sec!)

Traditionally, all members of a royal household would perform their own dance pieces before the nobles got the dancefloor for themselves and started dancing all different types of dances. And you can bet Karl definitely holds this custom strong at the royal court.

It’s something he insists on due to tradition, and bear in mind that his sons may even be forced to dance with other vampire nobles if the situation calls for it regardless of who they take to the ball as their date.

After all, if one of his sons refused to dance with a nobleman’s daughter, it would be an offense and you can bet Karl would punish any one of his sons if he found out about this.

And as their dates, you have to be prepared to dance with other nobles if they seek for your hand, and no refusal is accepted without an adequate excuse.

Bear in mind that the boys most certainly act differently in the demon realm since they need to appear “perfect”—so no “off” behavior, it is strictly forbidden and enforced by Karl himself since he has an image to uphold as the king of vampires. So basically, the bad traits they display in the human world, they’re not allowed here, or at least, some are a bit faint or muted.

The luxurious vampire stereotype originates from the Byronic Hero. So since vampires are depicted to ravish in luxury and live lavish lives, balls in demon realm are highly luxurious.

They are usually a mix of baroque or victorian in style since Karl really liked the elegance from these time periods.

Since balls encompass a mix of baroque and victorian style, the dances danced at court are usually quadrille dances, the Courante, the Bourée, the Gallopade, the Sarabande, the Laender, the Minuet, the Rigaudon, Bohemian Polka, the Gigue, the Hornpipe, the Gavotte, L’Allemande, and the Viennese Waltz.

Here are some videos for reference examples:

Quadrille: (1), (2), (3). Gallopade: (1). Laendler and Bohemian Polka: (1). Viennese Waltz: (1). Minuet: (1). Sarabande: (1). Gigue: (1). Bourée: (1). Hornpipe: (1). Rigaudon: (1). Gavotte: (1). Courante: (1). L'Allemande: (1).

These dances are the ones nobles usually dance since they all group together and dance after each royal family member has finished their personal performance with their date.

But Karl honestly doesn’t mind if sons don’t use the waltz as their personal dance piece because he likes being up with the times in the human world along with modern human customs.

But as mentioned before, because the waltz has been used by the boys as a tradition for so long, and it’s a classy, sophisticated dance, he’d much prefer it since you can’t go wrong because some modern dances will be viewed as vulgar even though contemporary society doesn’t view them that way.

Traditionally, men pick out their partner's dresses since women are just puppets for status display.

Since the entire ball will consist of vampires who are constantly battling to find something to quench their thirst, human servants are definitely supplied to the palace that night to not only serve the noble guests but also be their appetizers if desired. These servants are pretty lifeless and are not allowed to speak whatsoever, so they’re just thrown around anywhere by these vampire nobles and Karl could care less if they’re killed. He literally has other servants to clean up that type of mess.

And like any other ball, food will be served. At Karl’s balls, he prefers to have human world food since it’s a luxury for vampires as Reiji has mentioned. And all the nobles look forward to it because it’s not all the time that they get to have a taste of human-world food that is delicate compared to their grotesque and “off” cuisine.

Since the boys are royalty, they’ll be introduced to nobles, and you as their date will be as well.

Nobles are required to curtsy/bow to them when greeting or meeting them for the first time, so you can best bet you’ll be getting the same treatment as their date.

It’s canon that the demon realm has an official demon language, but since this is high society, most are educated, and because Karl likes adding humanistic elements to his events, he mainly requires everyone to speak English since it's the most popular language in the human world, but the demon language is still allowed

Side note: English is only taught to vampire nobles in the demon realm since Karl requires them to know it. It’s considered super high education since English belongs to a world most vampires can never go to.

Karl usually hosts his balls at his private castle where he rules the entire vampire kingdom, the main royal court basically.

Or, he sometimes holds them at the castle he has set for his sons to use when they marry off.

(It’s canon that Karl has one main castle for himself where he rules, and one for his sons to refuge to if needed. It’s also used as another home for them as seen in one of the game routes.)

Hopefully this all makes sense thus far haha!

So with this, let’s move on to the boy’s extended alphabets + additional hcs. :)

This is going to be a long ride since there’s a lot of stuff to cover, so feel free to grab a coffee/tea or whatever. :)

General Hcs:

He honestly hates the idea of balls in general.

And in the demon realm it’s much worse since he has to set a perfect impression due to being the heir.

@liannelara-dracula and I have headcanoned that Karl doesn’t tolerate Shu’s laziness when it comes to demon realm-related things. Karl lets Shu get away with it in the human world, but not in the demon world.

There, Shu is the heir—the next king—and the last thing Karl wants is for the heir to be viewed with an unamiable trait unfit for a future king.

So yeah, his laziness—Karl won’t tolerate it here, and Shu will receive punishments if he disappoints in anyway so.

It’s mostly because he had an image to maintain as the heir, which means having to put in effort that he doesn’t want.

In the past, balls for him were always annoying since he was presented with suitresses or had to engage in small talk with noblemen, it being just a bunch of forced effort.

As the heir, his mother nudged him a lot to choose a suitress as well, so a lot more pressure and annoyance was added.

Shu just doesn’t care about things like this—it’s as simple as that, but there’s no way he’s getting out of this.

And you can bet there was a lot of scolding/nudging from Reiji and Karlheinz to get his ass in gear for the next vampire ball in order to maintain the family image, but yet, he was still unwilling.

He was honestly so reluctant that it even took Laito to give him a nudge.

At first, Shu refused, but when Laito said that dancing would be the perfect excuse to touch/hold his lover close and show others that they're taken, he had second thoughts about it all.

Plus, with Shu receiving a final threat from Karl to be launched into space also put him over the top to get moving for this event.

Vampire Ball Alphabet:

A || Advice

🎻 What kind of advice does he give his s/o before the ball?

Bear in mind that vampire balls are total snake pits. There’s a lot of wandering eyes and curious ears.

Women’s lips are the main source of gossip in the royal court and they’ll try to set you up with other suitors even if you’re taken, so Shu warns you to not pay any attention to them.

“But how exactly am I supposed to shake them off without being rude?” You’d ask.

“It’s simple.” He’d answer with the usual hazy look in his eyes. “Just tell them what we do in bed and they’ll buzz off.”

“Shu!” You’d smack his arm playfully, causing him to chuckle at your reaction. “I meant more appropriate advice.”

He’d sigh. “Just ignore them, they have nothing better to do anyways.”

Also, remember that everybody there is trying to get info out of you regarding Shu since he’s the heir.

And this can be pretty intimate in query, even going down to asking if you two are planning to get married any time soon, which lets them know if they or their daughters have a chance because even if you’re Shu’s partner, it doesn’t stop others from pursuing him regardless.

Basically, in the demon realm, only married people are off-limits. Until then, they’re still considered “single.”

Shu also warns you about the male nobles as well, such as how some will try to pursue you either for fun or just an advantage since you’re close to the heir himself.

B || Behavior

🎻 How does he act at the ball? What does he do while there?

Bear in mind that at vampire balls, he’s acting.

And putting on one hell of an act considering he’s ditching his usual lazy persona and putting on the “heir” facade.

Plus, Karl’s watching his ass like a hawk to ensure he doesn’t get lazy during the event or ditch/leave early.

In general when Shu’s speaking to nobles at the ball, he’s polite but rather cold with his words. It’s all minor small talk that he’s simply not interested in, but gives it his all because he can’t be rude or avoid conversation unless he wants to be sent to the North Pole again, or better yet, outer space (it’s canon that he’s worried about being sent there next for a punishment).

As for you, he likes to keep you close to him since he doesn’t want others roping you into trouble since this isn’t a world you’re familiar with.

C || Class ranking

🎻 Which social classes are allowed at vampire balls? In the world of royalty, only specific classes of nobles are allowed to speak to the noble family. So with this, which ranking of classes is he comfortable speaking with, or does he not care about this sort of thing at all?

In general (apart from the royal family), only dukes/duchesses, marquis/marquises, counts/countesses, earls/viscounts/viscountesses, and barons/baronesses are allowed to participate in royal balls since it takes place at court.

In addition, an invitation is required in order to enter and participate at the ball.

When it comes to nobles speaking to him, Shu could care less about which class they’re in.

I mean, it’s canon that he brought Edgar to a ball when they were kids so he could participate, so class ranking is the last thing on his mind since Edgar was a village boy. Shu could honestly care less about that shit.

If someone approaches him even if they’re not supposed to according to their class, he’ll speak to them regardless, but will try to brush them off quickly since he doesn’t want to attract attention.

Sadly, it just looks bad in the demon realm for him to speaking with someone of lower rank.

Ugh! Those classist, arrogant, vampire nobles!

D || Dance lessons

🎻 How does he teach/prep his s/o for dancing at the ball?

Now, when it comes to dancing, it’s just something that Shu knows how to do due to being the heir, not something he really enjoys like a certain fedora-wearing vampire.

But because you’re going with Shu, he actually doesn’t mind it, but he considers prepping to be a bit of a drag.

He was pretty apathetic about teaching you at first.

Not because you sucked or anything, it was just because he was being his usual lazy self.

You both had just returned home from school and were now standing in the manor’s ballroom.

With the usual hazy look on his face, he’d sigh, “Let’s just get this over with.”

As stated before, each member of a royal household has to have a dance of their own with the person they bring to the ball (the waltz I mentioned earlier); and these are performed before the nobles have the dancefloor to themselves and dance among themselves along with members of the royal family.

Since he has to perform a dance of his own with you, he’ll definitely focus more on that special waltz than the other dances since this is the one that really has to set an impression.

But he’ll also be teaching you other dances as well since you might have to dance with other nobles if you’re asked to.

Shu would begin by teaching you the basics of the waltz first, such as how to hold his hand and where to place the other, even going down to how close you two need to be in order to dance properly.

When you first started, you thought you were close enough to him, but that was until he put a hand on your lower back and pulled you closer to him, almost to the point where you felt that you were grinding into him.

A subtle hint of blush rose to your cheeks due to the proximity, and of course, because he noticed and loves to tease you, he has to say something.

“Heh, admit it, you like being on me.”

“Shut up!”

And bear in mind that this is only the beginning of his antics.

Shu’s not strict like Reiji when it comes to teaching you, but bear in mind that he’s expecting you to dance right and make it look presentable at least (to which you are of course!).

When it would come to movement, Shu would begin to teach you where to step, but in all honesty, he insists you follow his lead since he gets lazy to explain.

Just let him do all the work for once, seriously.

If you’re wearing leggings, tight pants, or short shorts, he’s definitely going to smack/clutch your ass while practicing with you.

Like, you’ll be so focused on following his lead along with the music, that you’re letting your guard down, which is where he’ll decide to throw you off.

“Shu, quit it! You made me mess up.”

“What? You’re the one that got distracted.” He’d smirk, playing oh-so innocent.

If he’s dipping you, he’ll purposely drop you just to annoy you.

“Shu!” You’d complain, pain echoing in your body due to the sudden impact of hitting the ground.

“Heh, my bad.” He’d chuckle, a smirk soon following. “Guess I forgot to catch you.”

“Ugh!”

Even though he won’t admit it, but he does like to twirl you. He just loves the idea of spinning you and roping you back into his arms. He also thinks you look pretty while doing so.

Because he’s preparing you for something he has to make a perfect impression on, you can imagine the practice goes on for quite a while.

At some point, if you get tired and your breath begins to hitch due to it, he’s definitely going to be an ass and tease you about it, his stamina far above your own.

“Heh, are you tired already? You usually last longer when we-,”

“Shut up!” You’d say, playfully hitting his arm, leading him to laugh.

Luckily though, Shu’s lead isn’t very tough to follow and you end up picking up his style and pace, thus dancing pretty well with him.

Shu does rectify a few things in order to hone your skills, but isn’t too picky—as long as it’s right and looks presentable to a noble audience, that’s all he’s expecting from you.

Not like Reiji where he expects perfection.

As for the other dances, they were fairly complicated when it came to movement and speed, and you kept stepping on his feet or in the wrong direction.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t get mad or even irked no matter how many times you’d mess up, he actually found it funny.

Sometimes, he’d even trick you and make you go in the wrong direction when it was supposed to be the opposite, which led you to scold him every time he’d do it since he found it amusing how much you trusted him.

“Shu, stop it. At this rate, I’ll never get it.”

“Heh, who told you to trust me?” He’d slightly smirk.

Will sometimes poke your sides to make you jolt and mess up.

But nonetheless, with enough practice and teasing, you ended up learning the other dances pretty well and felt pretty prepared for the ball.

Fingers crossed.🤞

E || Etiquette

🎻 How does he teach his s/o ball etiquette (language and actions)? How does he teach his s/o ball-relevant table manners?

In general, when it comes to teaching you he barely explains.

He usually explains about once or twice because he's too lazy to reiterate and practice/demo with you.

He is so vague about everything, it’s enough to drive anyone crazy. It’s the lazy-ass in him.

When covering table etiquette, he gets exponentially lazy with explaining what each utensil is for.

For example, he’ll tell you that a utensil is for something specific, and then when speaking about it again, he’ll tell you it’s for something else.

"Shu, a minute ago you said that spoon was for soup!"

"Oh, really?” He’d say, his voice tainted with its usual haze. “Guess I was thinking about the second spoon then."

He'll even make up rules just to throw you off.

Or to make matters worse, he’ll just start making up stuff that’s enough to have your eyes roll.

“They say the people that start with the third spoon have really dirty minds.”

Countering his remark, you’d say, “Then I can guess which one you start with.”

He’d only end up laughing at your remark, finding it amusing as his teasing is relentless to cease.

If you're really struggling tho, he’ll step in and help a bit more.

But he honestly just loves teasing you and seeing you mess up since he finds you getting angry to be amusing and hot.

While you’re busy looking at the set plate in front of you and trying to figure out which utensil to pick up next without his help, he’ll purposely throw you off such as poking your side or licking your ear.

“Shu, quit it! I have to figure this out.” You’d scold.

“It’s the first fork on the right.” He’d say, revealing the answer to which utensil you were supposed to pick up next.

“Ugh! You weren’t supposed to tell me. I’m the one who has to figure it out.”

When teaching you the proper ball etiquette (language/movement), it’s honestly an adventure.

You actually end up forcing him to practice because you need help since you don’t want to say the wrong thing, and like usual, is he much help? Nah.

He will laugh if you mess up, and if you ask him for clarification he’ll lie to you just to embarrass you during practice.

Of course, you'll realize that he's messing with you sooner than later, which leads you to playfully hit him, to which he laughs and gets a kick out of.

And after enough teasing, he'll then tell you what you actually have to do, such as how to take his arm when walking and such.

If you do or say something that is a little too scandalous for a ball during practice, he'll point it out.

For example, at some point you wanted to take off your silk gloves (you’ll be wearing them at the ball obviously, so why not practice with them on) during practice because it was getting a little warm after wearing them for a while.

And with this, Shu would be quick to say something since women removing their gloves was considered sexual at one point. And in the demon world, they still think that way.

“Well, aren’t you a lewd woman.” He’d tease.

“What?” You’d question, having no idea what he’s talking about.

“Your gloves.”

Feeling confused, you’d say, “All I did was take them off?”

With his gaze elsewhere, he’d add, “It’s suggestive.”

“How so?”

Quickly pinning you to a nearby surface, he’d smirk, “Heh, I could show you.”

“Shu!”

And because this is a royal ball, it’s certain that hand kissing will happen.

So when practicing this, he may lick and take a drink from your hand or fingers since it's canon that Shu likes drawing blood from these areas.

Additional E-word || Eye-contact

🎻 How often is he keeping eye contact with you? Is he constantly keep an eye on you during the ball or does he let you go off and do your own thing?

Shu prefers that you stick by his side during the ball to avoid the trouble of people pestering you and possibly roping you into trouble.

However, he’s not going to be strict with you and insist you stay glued to him the entire time, so he lets you venture whenever and wherever you please.

But make no mistake that his sapphire eyes are constantly wavering over to your figure to make sure you’re doing okay and that no trouble is arising.

You sometimes meet and lock gazes with him for a split second since he’s averting his eyes to you every few minutes or so.

He even does this when conversing with other nobles!

It’s honestly crazy how no one questions him about it, he’s just that good at hiding it and acting totally normal.

But you know Shu only does this because he knows this is all new to you, and the last thing he wants is for others to take advantage.

You wish he wouldn’t worry so much, but you can’t change a vampire’s protective nature. And because he’s acting composed while being observant of your safety, you let it slide even though he’s on edge.

F || Fashion

🎻 What kind of attire does he pick out for his s/o?

As mentioned before, men pick their partner’s dresses according to demon world tradition.

Shu honestly wanted you to pick it out since he could care less about some silly custom of the ancients, but Karl wasn’t having this since like I mentioned before, he has no tolerance for his laziness for demon world-related things.

So, considering this is a vampire ball, which showcases luxury of all sorts, the dresses are expected to be extravagant and princess-like whether someone likes it or not—so it means layers upon layers before finally putting the actual dress on.

And all that layering was quite annoying, but pain is beauty as they say.

And with this, Shu teases you about the layering, but more so in a lewd way.

“Y’know, you can’t say this is exactly fair.” He’d say, eyeing you in the gown. “All those layers will be tiresome to take off you after the ball is over.”

“Shut up!”

Since he has to pick it out, he kinda ranges between blue or yellow or even gold in color since he thinks they’ll look beautiful on you.

Dress examples that he may pick out for his s/o:

Dress 1 (shoes I found that could match)

Dress 2

Dress 3

Dress 4

Dress 5

Dress 6

Dress 7

Dress 8

(Note: You can pick out any dress/garments/accessories you want, these are just examples.)

Additional F-word || Flabbergasted

🎻 Something his s/o does at the ball that leaves him flabbergasted.

If you happened to refuse one guy who wanted to dance with you (all with a good excuse of course) and you explicitly said no because you thought he was creepy.

That would make Shu’s day and he has to say something about it.

“That wasn’t royal-like.” He’d tease chuckling under his breath, soon approaching you.

“Well, you're the only one that really has to behave.” You’d mention.

“Is that so? Are you saying princesses can be naughty?” He’d tease.

“Shut up!”

G || Gallantry

🎻 Is there anything he likes to do with his s/o at balls? Scandalous even?

Shu honestly just likes being by your side and not much else.

He’s quite lazy, and balls are not a thing that piques his interest.

Although, if Shu sees an opportunity, he’ll definitely do something scandalous with you, such as kissing you when no one’s looking—he finds this really amusing, especially if he can kiss your shoulders or neck and catch you off guard since you’re not expecting it.

And if you just so happen to sound lewd to him while doing so, he honestly can’t contain himself.

“Heh, sounds like you want everyone to hear you.” He’d smirk.

“Shut up.” You’d half whisper, playfully hitting him in hopes of no one noticing, leaving him to slightly laugh at your retort.

Additional G-word || Gift

🎻 Does he give gifts to his s/o before/at the ball/or after?

Considering this is a royal ball, and because he’s the heir, he’s definitely expected to give his date something before they go to the ball.

In the past with his dates, he’d usually just give them whatever, as long as it was luxurious in value, it just pennies to the family’s fortune.

But since you’re his girl, you’re special, so he’s take time into giving you something meaningful.

The one time he isn’t lazy.

Since you mean a lot to him, he’s going to give you two gifts, but both as a surprise of course—one before the ball and one during the ball so others can watch him spoiling you. It’s a way for him to show his devotion towards you and that he’s not planning on seeing anyone else.

Before the ball, he’d probably gift you something along the lines of jewels. Apart from it being a thought in regards to you, but it’s also something for you to wear to the ball and add the perfect accessories to your attire.

During the ball however, he wants to give you something that will definitely call everyone’s attention.

He probably got it all wrapped up in a super cute and intricate box with silk ribbon and a bow to finish it off.

When it comes to this gift, he’s probably going to give you something like a small cat or dog with a satin bow around its neck.

Now, I know this may not seem like a super royal gift, but vampires in the demon world find animals from the human world to be fascinating since the animals in their world are demonic and unapproachable.

So a cute, docile thing like a cat or a dog is enough to send them over the edge in awe and possible jealousy since they can’t have one due to the demon realm being inhabitable for human world animals.

H || Honor

🎻 Undoubtedly, since you’re this prince’s date, people are going to have a million questions about you. So when asked about you, how does he speak about you to other nobles? What does he consider you as/what does he think of you?

Shu already knows that he’s going to be bombarded with a lot of questions regarding you, so it’s no surprise to him when it happens.

He actually handles this subject pretty well and is rather prepared.

Since you’re his date and not married to him in this scenario, he just tells nobles that you’re someone he’s interested in whenever he’s prompted with this question.

The reason why he doesn’t say you’re his girlfriend or whatever is simply because it isn’t sophisticated in this world because nobles are old-fashioned and still stuck in the Baroque and Victorian periods.

And who back then called a woman their girlfriend back then? No one. It was either they were pursuing them to become their wives or they already were.

Shu has to drop the modernism here since the ball’s guests are far from understanding modern customs to which he can his brothers have somewhat adapted to.

I mean, it’s not like the Diaboys have accepted every modern idea from the human world.

So Shu has to be very careful with his language here regarding you since he doesn’t want to come off as vulgar or too modern in an out-of-date world, especially since he’s the heir and the one most girls want to pursue because of his title.

I || Image

🎻 What kind of image does he uphold at the ball?

Shu upholds the image of being the heir, and really does try his best since he doesn’t want to be punished for not acting as expected.

As was said before, he’s acting.

So no laziness or plopping down on a couch to listen to his MP3 player, or attempting to leave early—none of that!

He comes off as this dutiful heir that still has a lot to learn compared to his father, but is very well prepared for what’s to come when he succeeds the throne.

So basically, he’s viewed as perfect for his position as heir and prince at the moment—prepared, knowledgeable, but not more than his father yet.

And because Shu’s so good at faking this active-heir facade, people fall for this faulty image of him, and he’s viewed as the ultimate future king.

Karl gets lots of comments regarding Shu’s “preparedness” for the throne, to which Karl fakely appreciates.

Deep down, Karl knows his son’s just a lazy-ass that is nowhere near succeeding him and isn’t the “perfect” heir he displays himself to be.

J || Jealousy

🎻 How does he feel if you have to dance with someone else?

Shu knows this is unavoidable, but there isn’t much he can do since there’s no law prohibiting it in the demon realm.

It’s viewed as respectful, and in your case specifically, it’s an honor for anyone who gets to dance with the heir’s date/partner.

Some believe that by doing this, it may secure them a place closer to the king and/or future king by dancing with their partner. So you can best bet you’re going to get asked by many at the ball.

Shu may seem controlled and demonstrate a cold exterior to everyone there, but deep down he’s a little annoyed by you having to dance with someone else.

And Shu’s definitely going to be observant of who dances with you, how many times they do, and how they’re touching you while doing so.

Omg his pettiness.

And he’ll be doing this while being all stone cold towards it and acting like it doesn’t bother him when it does.

And if he sees that you’re getting too focused or wrapped up in it, he’ll try to distract you while you’re dancing by sending you seductive stares or mouthing dirty words in your direction to throw you off guard so you’ll mess up and the dance will stop.

Or better yet, if his jealousy really gets the best of him, he might even step in and make a surprise entrance by joining the dance himself, leaving you quite shocked since you’re not expecting it, and leaving one guy out of the group singled out since Shu took his spot in dancing with you lol xDD.

K || Karlheinz’s approval

🎻 What would Karl think of you as his son’s date? Does he approve?

Shu doesn’t really like the idea of presenting you to his father, but he knows that as the heir, there’s no way he’s going to get out o this.

Plus, he’s Karl’s favorite son, so the bar is set quite high on who Shu chooses to date/bring to the ball.

Karl’s honestly pretty interested in who his sons bring to the ball since he likes to mingle and get to know them.

Karl most certainly took a liking to you since he knows Shu won’t bring just anyone with him to the ball.

He’s not Laito.

For Shu to bring you, and not some random noblewoman as he had done in the past countless times, Karl acknowledges that you’re quite special to him.

And if you really set an impression on his father and he takes a liking to you, he may even ask for a dance with you.

Shu definitely doesn’t like this since he knows his father’s prone to literally “pounce” on just any girl. But Shu can’t exactly say no to his father dancing with you since it might lead to him getting punished.

So Shu decides to let this go since it’s pretty harmless, but make no mistake that he’s watching Karl like a hawk to make sure he doesn’t try anything foolish or plan anything later on.

Hell, Karl even flirted with Yui once, but that’s another story.

So you can best bet Karl might do the same thing to you if his interest and liking to you took him far enough, but Shu would be quick to intervene and prevent him from doing so.

Karl may even show romantic interest in you not because he means it, but it may be to piss Shu off and to see how much he really cares about you since Karl’s not close with his son, thus, not really allowing him to know much about his heir’s love life (to which he takes high interest in!).

This mischievous mf!

L || Libido

🎻 Is he into pre/post-ball sex?

Mmm, if there’s one thing Shu looks forward to about this entire thing (probably the only thing if he’s in the mood), it’s post-ball sex.

Especially because the ball is over and he can be himself again lol.

He really loves the idea, especially since he’s just been eyeing you all night in that dress and restraining his desire for you, being eager to put it into play.

He’s not really into pre-ball sex because there’s just too much going on with preparations and such before the ball, so he won’t bother with it.

But post-ball sex, he’s very much into it.

For instance, you’ll be alone in your room beginning to settle down, your delicate hands taking off your jewels, reaching up into your hair to let it down from its torture of being kept up and tied down with bobby pins for hours.

It’d be mere minutes of silence until he’d show up to your room, his figure coming up behind yours to help you undo your corset, both of you sharing a few words about the ball until you’d find him at your neck, placing a few soft kisses as he’d trail them down to your shoulders, his hands seductively pulling down the sleeves of your dress in the process. It wouldn’t be long until he’d pick you up and carry you over to the nearby bed, eagerly hovering above your form to feed his yearn of having you under him and all to himself.

And you can best bet Mr. Heir prefers that you sleep naked with him after sex.

Doesn’t give a shit if servants or his brothers walk in on you two in the actual act or in the morning and see you two in a nude state under the sheets.

Shu honestly hopes that they do so he can rub it in and show them that you’re his.

In the game routes, we see how any individual Sakamaki brother gets worried about another brother stealing Yui away from them. An example of this is Reiji worrying that Shu will steal Yui away from him.

And this paranoia also extends to their own servants because in one of Shu’s game routes, one of the butlers was acting a little too friendly (and a little creepy) with Yui. It was heavily indicated that Shu was jealous upon seeing this, so with this, you can imagine that he likes flexing the fact that you're his—especially in such a vulnerable state such as sex or after sex.

But, bear in mind that even though Shu loves the risk of getting caught in the act or its post-state by his brothers or servants, one thing he could never live down is if Karl or his mom walked in on him in either situation.

With Karl he’d be less embarrassed if he walked in on him, but because Karl’s pretty suggestive, he’d be the one getting a kick out of it.

As for his mom though, Shu would be most embarrassed if she walked in on him in either state…. And she in fact has!

Beatrix didn’t catch him in the literal act, but rather after sex when he was lying down with a chick he once brought to the ball the night before.

She was so honestly disappointed since she didn’t really like the girl.

And as pissed off as she was, she approached the both of them, told Shu that she wanted to speak to him about “family matters” and then walked out.

He literally didn’t care that she walked in though. He played neutral and was slightly annoyed and just went on like it never happened.

Damn, I’ve derailed us too much in this category lmao.

But I guess these extra details were needed. Yes?

M || Mistakes

🎻 How does he cover up his s/o’s mistakes if they accidentally mess up?

Shu knows you’re bound to make mistakes during the ball since all of this is so new to you.

It’s not like you’ve been raised with it like he has, so he’s expecting that you’ll mess up.

And just like magic, he’s there to back you up.

For example, if you get confused about what to say with a noble when a conversation goes in a direction you didn’t expect, he’ll either interrupt or come up with an excuse to pull you away.

Or if he can’t do that, he’ll send you some kind of signal as a form of guidance on what to say next or change the subject.

Overall, he has your back the entire time and knows you’ll be fine, but still, he’ll step in in some way if he deems it necessary or senses that you’re having trouble.

Additional M-word || Manners

🎻 What’s he like at the dining table with you?

Shu actually doesn’t mind the dinner table part of the evening.

It’s mostly because he gets to sit down. xDD

And here you’d think he’d be tranquil to sit next to because he’s sitting down and relaxing, but he’s a teasing fuck.

He’s going to do everything in his power to tease you, especially since you’re stuck at the table in front of many others for as long as the dinner session lasts.

But bear in mind that he has to be careful and do it in ways where no one suspects that the heir is being scandalous or when no one is looking.

He’ll run his foot up and down your leg while you’re sitting there in tranquility, all to have you look at him as he gives you a small smirk in return for acknowledging his antics that are unknown to the others around you.

he gets a kick out of teasing you with his touch and does it to get a glimpse of your legs, or at least feel them.

And to make matters worse, he’ll also do this if you’re speaking with someone and getting really deep in conversation with them just to throw you off or get you to jolt and mess up in your conversation.

He’ll get an even bigger kick out of it if the person asks if you’re alright because of you acting slightly off, but you’d be quick to deny it and say that you’re fine when you know it’s just the asshole next to you.

Shu’s a secretive fuck when he wants to be playful in these settings, so this is one of many ways that he demonstrates this.

Might poke your side every few minutes or so to make you jolt, which you glare at him for because he’s trying to make you lose your composure in front of others. This is all to get you to yelp, and if you do even in the slightest, he can’t repress from sending a devious smirk in your direction.

Might whisper some smack or laugh about certain nobles with you amidst the rumbling of the dining room.

Will whisper seductive or lewd things into your ears if he wants to be bold, it’s mostly just to get you to blush.

Might even run his fingers down your spine in a quick fashion to give you a rush and/or throw you off.

And his teasing fuckery won’t stop there. He’ll even mess with your hair while you’re looking in a different direction just to get your attention, and when you’d turn back, he’d be quick to make it look like he wasn’t doing anything.

This ass- like I-

As far as partaking goes, if you get stuck regarding which piece of cutlery to pick up first (I mean, it’s possible that anyone can forget if they didn’t grow up in this environment), he’ll just nudge your arm with his elbow and whisper the answer or to just copy him since he literally can’t teach you at that moment.

N || Names

🎻 How is he addressed/announced? How is his s/o announced upon arrival?

As is seen in balls, guests’ names are announced upon their arrival.

It’s canon that the Sakamaki brothers are referred to as “Masters” of the household, but because they’re also royalty, they’ll be addressed differently in a hierarchical setting, especially when arriving at a ball and being announced.

And to be honest, this part is most amusing to Shu about balls since he finds announcing people’s names to be kinda funny but also cringy since it’s an old tradition.

“Heh, should I tell them to announce you by your nickname?”

“Shu, quit it!” You’d say, playfully smacking his arm, leaving him to chuckle.

Based on his royal status, he’d just be addressed as “His royal highness, Prince Shu.”

For you, Shu decided to have you addressed as “Her royal highness, Princess Y/N” despite you not having the actual title of princess.

By having you addressed this way, it gives you a higher position in court and a much grander presence and entrance. He mostly wanted it this way because you’re special to him and doesn’t want people to think you have no title.

Just be prepared to answer questions about your “royal family” and connections since nobles are curious, especially since you’re the heir’s date. But no need to worry, Shu prepared you for this part.

But at the end of the day, this title bs doesn’t it doesn’t really matter because you’re still his princess anyways, title or no title. :)

O || Objection

🎻 Since you’re not married to him, suitresses are bound to be presented to him at the ball regardless since people believe he’s still “available,” despite you being in the picture. So, how does he handle this situation with you around?

Shu acts pretty distant and kind of colder than he usually does in this situation.

And let’s just say that some girls are a little irritated by this factor, especially if they’ve danced with him in the past and were looking for some sort of chance of pursuing him.

It honestly gets so bad that girls brush up on him just to make you pissed off.

And their scheming is just so obvious since they keep making faces and demonstrating gestures that literally prove that they’re trying to steal him from you, which leaves you pretty irritated, but Shu warned you about this before hand so it’s something you expected.

However, it’s still pretty annoying….

And these girls literally do anything to get his attention since they’re interested in pursuing the heir, such as coaxing him to dance with them, to which he has to do because punishment awaits if he offends a noble.

The girls will even try to pull him aside for themselves or just engage in conversation a little longer than needed. And you can bet those conversations lead or have the potential to be semi-sensitive in nature.

Shu would take note of your irritated aura, finding it amusing that you were jealous since it proves to him that he’s your weakness.

But as stated before, he warned you about this and is aware that you know, and that you have to tolerate it based on royal etiquette.

But as a form of reassurance, he sends you a few looks here and there and watches you go about the ball on your own as he’s busy doing whatever with the noblewomen.

The stares he gives you are kinda like his form of morse code if you will. He’s forced to act respectively to other nobles even if they have intentions he doesn’t like, so it’s not like he can say much here.

P || Performance

🎻 How’s he like when he dances with you at the ball?

Ah, the moment you’ve both been preparing for, it being a bit nerve-racking in all honesty.

Shu knows it’s impossible for you to remember everything he taught you, so he just tells you to go with what you remember and to follow his lead.

Due to him having so much experience with this, he makes the dance look perfect if you forgot, it’s honestly surprising.

Don’t ask me how he does it lol.

He may minorly converse with you during the dance tho, and possibly whisper lewd things in your ears to get you to blush.

Although, Shu may throw a move in the dance you two didn’t practice, it’s mostly because he lives for catching you off guard. As discussed, some modern dances in the demon world may be viewed as vulgar, but because Shu’s the heir, he can get away with adding a bit of spice in there to show that he’s cultured regarding the human world, to which Karl doesn’t mind, as long as the move isn’t too scandalous.

So with this, Shu may do something like lifting you or dipping you, to which you give him the most surprised face since it wasn’t practiced while he just gives you a small smirk in return.

And you can best bet that with seeing this, every other woman in there wants the same treatment from him since he’s a favorite among the pursual of noble women. xDD

In the times when balls were used, if two danced more than two dances together, people automatically assumed the pair was engaged—so you can best bet that this is how people think at court in the demon world since they’re old fashioned.

So with this, Shu likes to dance more than two dances with you to make everyone think you’re engaged to him so it eases the pestering of nobles—in other words, it gets people to screw off you and him a little in regards to romantic pursuals.

But like hell Shu would tell you what dancing more than twice with each other means.

He just prefers to be secretly scandalous with you being oblivious to it, but may tell you about this later on if he wants to tease you.

Q || Quarrel

🎻 If you two had a fight before the ball or a minor spat during the ball, how will he deal with the heavy aftermath when surrounded by nobles and expected to uphold the family image?

Shu’s not really the type to fight, but it’s very possible that you could quarrel with the narcoleptic vampire before or during the ball.

It’d be a pretty unexpected thing since Shu’s pretty carefree and kind of difficult to fight with since he’s easygoing.

But whatever the case, if you two did have a fight/spat before or during the ball about whatever, you best bet he’s going to do everything in his power to get your attention that night.

Even though he’s already dropping his laziness for this event, he’ll go out of his way even more to talk to you.

And if you’re giving him the silent treatment, it only intrigues him to pursue you more because he hates the fact that you’re ignoring him.

And that’s the thing, Shu hates it when you do that, especially because he knows that the fight could’ve gone better than it did.

Bear in mind that he’ll do lots of different things to get your attention tho, and he’s petty af about it all.

He’ll range from doing all sorts of things because he wants to fix it, such as staring at you from far away, leaving you to avert your gaze elsewhere.

If he says something to you and you don’t give a response, he’ll make you jealous by him dancing with another girl and putting his hand on the back of her shoulder, which is pretty suggestive since the vampires at this ball are centuries old and have a different mindset regarding the concept of touch.

Tries to get you alone so he can talk to you, or if you’re standing on the sidelines not talking to anyone, he’ll get sly and try to approach to talk to you, to which you ignore or end up walking away from him.

Shu may even get mischievous with his approach if he sees that you keep avoiding him in every possible way, such as if he’s coming your way, you instantly revert to going a different way to keep clear of him, or look for some kind of excuse to get away from him.

For any Anna Karenina fans out there (ME! xDD), he’ll act like the way Vronsky did with Anna in that one scene where he’s going around the room trying to ask her to dance while she’s trying to avoid him in every possible way.

(For those who have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about, here’s a clip of what I’m referring to in case you’re curious. ;)) If it doesn’t work, start it @1:09)

R || Rendezvous

🎻 Is he the type to ditch/leave balls early with his s/o?

He wants to, but he knows he’s going to be severely punished for it since Karl’s expecting a lot from him.

I mean, how does it look if the heir leaves early without an adequate excuse? It just doesn’t look right.

It’s almost like a host leaving their party and leaving the guests to carry it on. Long story short, it just doesn’t put someone in a good light really, him especially as the heir.

Karl cares a little less if his other sons leave early, it just depends on who it is, but it can’t be too early either.

But when it comes to Shu, Karl expects him to stay the entire time and not present excuses since deep down, Karl knows that Shu’s just trying to get out of it and avoid his heir-responsibilities.

In the past, Shu ditched once and he learned the hard way. Like, he paid dearly for it and Karl hadn’t even sent him to the North Pole yet.

Believe me, if Shu could, he would leave early—or better yet, not show up at all since he finds all of this to be a drag, but because he doesn’t want to be punished, he does what he’s told to the bitter end of the event.

S || Speech

🎻 Does he have to give a speech at the ball? If yes, what is he likely to include in it?

As the heir, he’s definitely required to give a speech every so often.

Shu’s not super talkative in general, so he likes to keep things short and sweet in his speeches.

The subjects of these speeches are pretty general in nature, ranging from what his current plans are as the heir, how he’s planning to pursue his Royal oaths, or new ideas Karl wants to implement into the kingdom, all ending with the same ending of thanking everyone for attending and that everyone’s enjoying themselves.

So, business speeches in other words. Nothing personal since he’s not allowed to express an opinion as the heir.

T || Touch

🎻 What types of manners does he exhibit with his s/o in front of others?

Since he’s the heir, he has to be very careful with how he behaves around you, and how he interacts with you since others are constantly laying their eyes on him.

He’s mostly pretty reserved and mostly just links his arm with yours since intertwined hands are not viewed as sophisticated at balls.

He’ll sometimes hold your hand in that rather delicate fashion if he has to walk or lead you somewhere, kinda like this.

At the very most, he’ll either kiss your hand or your forehead, never anything more than that in front of others since it’s considered vulgar at balls.

And bear in mind that a kiss to the forehead will only be given once during the entire evening, otherwise, it starts to look scandalous. It says a lot just doing it once.

If you’re standing next to him or slightly in front, he sometimes lightly touches your upper arms or shoulders, just to reassure you that he’s there and that you’re his girl and no one else's.

U || Unity

🎻 What does he wear to show his unity with you? Like a matching ring or outfit, for example?

In order for Shu to indicate and show that you’re taken, you both decide to wear matching couple rings to the event.

Or if Shu really wants to be bold, he’ll take things a step further in showing that you’re his.

Since it’s canon that he likes to bite and drink blood from fingers, he may bite one of your fingers and leave the mark of his fangs on it for others to see.

Or he even may bite the back of your hand, this way if a noble has to kiss your hand before dancing with you, they’ll know that you’re marked as Shu’s and will think twice about having other ideas regarding you.

Oh, this devious little shit.

V || Valiant

🎻 Every prince is known to be noble for something. What is he noble for?

Believe me, for Shu to be born as the next heir, there’s a real reason for this.

@liannelara-dracula and I think that in the demon realm, heirs are chosen by some type of fate or magical force beyond any immortal’s power.

And this force specifically chooses specific individuals to be rulers for their kingdoms, be they either Vampires, Viboras, Wolves, Adlers, or First Bloods.

And if this “force” sees that anyone else takes the place of the heir it originally chose, this “force” considers it an imbalance and because of this change against “fate,” it may cause chaos/ruin to the certain kingdom, thus, leading it to fall.

In one of the game routes, Reiji himself specifically said that being king of the vampires is harder than anyone can imagine and imposes a large amount of responsibility. Reiji also stated that Shu possesses qualities that are fit for him to be on the throne, whereas he does not.

So with this, it really seems to show that specific people are chosen to be heirs for a reason.

We seriously think it’s the force lmao. xDD

So, because Shu’s actually meant to be king (apart from his lazy facade) and possesses qualities fit for the throne, he’s actually noble for quite a few things even though his laziness prevents him from being someone greater.

He’s probably most noble for being decisive. When he’s hit with making a decision, he chooses a side and stays with it until the bitter end. Once his mind is made up about something, there’s no changing him.

He’s also the type to remain calm even if everything around him is falling apart, making him really centered since he keeps his composure and acts upon the situation instead of expressing emotion towards it. So, he’s definitely noble for this trait as well.

After all, as he grew up, he was constantly reminded by his mother to not let his emotions get the best of him and that a king must never express his opinion nor how he really feels since he must be seen as this rock the entire kingdom sits upon, that it can not falter even the slightest no matter what the kingdom goes through.

W || Words of admiration

🎻 At the end of the ball, it's proper for guests to leave cards for the host about how the balls were and such. So, how does he feel about reading cards addressed to him specifically since he's royalty?

Because Shu’s on the edge of seat to get out of there, you two view the cards the next morning.

Not that he’s very interested, but because you are, he bothers to listen and look through them with you.

Some of the letters are written in their demon world language, so he’s gonna have to translate those for you lol.

After any ball Karl has hosted, Shu would honestly get so many cards it's ridiculous. It’s just endless piles of letters that he’d never read and would tell the servants to burn because he could care less.

Or in worst-case scenarios, Karl would force him to read them in hopes of choosing a future wife if a girl’s letter piqued his interest. This is because Karl’s a big-time advocate of finding a woman’s words to be enticing, and he figures that Shu may be like him in that sense.

Oh the weird kinks of the vampire king

But anyways, Shu makes an exception to read them with you for your sake since you deem it as right to read them in the first place. It’s just plain courtesy.

Oh geez, I sound like Rei rn lmao xDD.

“Aw, look at this one.” You said, beginning to read it aloud, “To a lovely couple and future king and queen. I wish you all the best. Thank you for gracing us with a beautiful evening.”

“Heh, sounds like every other letter.” Shu would smugly comment, his back against his chair as he appeared to be fed up.

“Shu!”

“What? Everyone says exactly the same thing in these letters . . . .” Drawling further with the usual haze in his voice, he’d add, “Whatever…”

Sighing deeply, you’d nudge, “Could you at least try reading one? It’ll take me hours to get through all of these myself.”

“It’s too much of a bother. I don’t have the energy.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.”

Leaning over in your chair, you extended an arm to grab a few more letters from the pile, only to feel a large hand clutch your ass.

Whipping your head in his direction, you scolded, “Shu!”

“What?” He’d say, acting oh-so-innocent.

“You don’t have the energy to read the letters, but yet you have the energy to do that.”

“You’re right there, plus, I didn’t say I didn’t have the energy to do nothing.”

“Whatever.” You’d sass, leaving him to chuckle as you sat down again, his lips quickly finding themselves on your neck as he adorned it with a small kiss.

“Heh, you’re feisty today. If you want me to read them with you, I will on one condition.”

“And that is?”

“Strip.” He’d suggest.

“Shu!”

Honestly, can anyone ever get him to do anything without a scandalous price?

X || Xanadu

🎻 Is this event heaven or hell for him?

To be honest, its more of a hell for him.

Especially because he’s constantly being bombarded by suitresses and nobles who are dying to speak with the heir or have a potential chance with him.

It’s all just bothersome to him since deep down he knows most are out for his title.

But because you’re there with him, the ball is much better, more bearable even.

It actually isn’t too bad tbh.

But Shu honestly can’t wait until he gets home so he can take his suit off and your dress and jump into bed after a long night.

And you can best bet you’ll be spending a lot of time cuddling with him since he claims you’re his favorite body pillow and his remedy to truly relax.

Y || Yearning

🎻 What’s something he yearns for during this event?

To leave lmao. xDD

But apart from this, he really just wants to spend time alone with you.

If he can step away for a little, Shu likes to take you to another part of the castle ground, more specifically the garden/courtyard so he can go for a walk with you just to talk and tease.

I said this in another post, but I’ll say it again, if Shu really wants to get scandalous and has a bit of time to spare, he likes ditching the ball and going into a secluded, closed-off room with him for a bit of intimacy with you before going back out to face all the guests again.

And if by any chance you forget to fix your hair and come out looking like a mess that’s been under the touch of Mr. Heir, Shu’s all for it and will send you seductive stares from afar even if he’s busy conversing with other noblemen.

Z || Zealous

🎻 Is there anything he’s passionate about regarding the ball?

Nothing really.

Shu’s just attending this ball as a total chore set upon him by his father. And it’s been this way for as long as he can remember.

He may enjoy a classical piece or two played by the band at the ball, but other than that, there’s literally nothing he’s passionate about since this is a forced gathering with a bunch of people who are out for his title, and he knows this all too well by now.

Although, with you around, the night becomes much more bearable and feels like it goes by faster because as they say, time goes by when you’re having fun.

So even though he’s not free to do whatever he wants with you because he’s in the company of nobles and playing the “perfect” heir, he’s still happy you’re around because it distracts him from the cons of balls.

Aww :’).

Additional Hcs (uncategorized stuff):

🎻 Y’know how many girls Shu’s brought to balls in the past? Too many to count.

🎻 It was always been the same thing for him, and these “dates” were always ranged from girls his mother forced him to bring, suitresses his father presented him, or some high class snob from Ryoutei or his father’s dinner parties in the human world from time to time.

🎻 And each time it was a different experience depending on the girl he brought.

🎻 Some would constantly smother, nag and/or annoy him, to which he found cumbersome. But of course, he had to act polite since Karl would punish him if he was rude, but Shu wasn’t afraid to be colder than he usual towards a girl he brought and demonstrate some indifference that was passable.

🎻 If his mother was beside him by chance and noticed this rudely “cold” behavior towards a girl or just if Shu was acting this way because he was annoyed to be at an event his father hosted, she’d minorly take hold of his arm, give him a minor pinch that was unnoticeable to others and whisper in his ear to get his act together and to stop acting “unamiable.” Shu would give his mother a slight look of annoyance and would resume his perfect heir act all over again. If it isn’t Karl that will give him a punishment for acting in such a way, it’ll be her.

🎻 But some girls Shu brought were actually nice, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to like them as a potential partner. This is mostly because Shu just hates the idea of match making and deems it as an “unnatural” way to meet a romantic partner. It’s just a turn-off to him.

🎻 Overall, his ball-dates have just been a bunch of girls he simply had little to no interest in, or if he did have some interest, it didn’t last long or was just a fling.

🎻 Random, but since this is a space where no specific category reigns, Shu would like to see you get tipsy and kinda let loose on the dancefloor.

🎻 This would seriously make his night since it would be breaking all formality, to which he’s all for since he’s tired of the rigidity his royal lineage imposes on him.

🎻 In fact, he tries to get you drunk/tipsy during the ball bc he finds it funny.

🎻 And if you happen to fall into either state (tipsy or drunk), he literally lives for the chance of you saying something you shouldn't say out loud.

🎻 Asshole.

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mega-punani · 1 year

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Hey could you tell me more about the skeleton pirate crew? I love writing stories and need like a base to go off of but I really wanna write them some fan fiction! Ofc I don’t have to it’s not my au. I just love writing

IM BACK!!! (and I have a buncha asks I have neglected)

Also, I don't mind when people draw/write for this au. Feel free! Just tag me or send the story pls!

Strength vs Weaknesses

Sans: He's a good leader who prioritizes his crew above all else. He's loyal and stays level-headed in most situations. He always has a plan and is good at adapting to situations. He’s humble and never under estimates an opponent leading him to make the best possible choices.

Although... he's not morally the best person. He's selfish, and he's aware of this fact, and honestly, he could care less about strangers. Papyrus has become his moral compass. He also refuses to lean on others and receive help. MANS WILL NEVA TALK ABOUT HIS FEELINGS-

Papyrus: Papyrus is extremely charismatic and gets along with almost everyone! He will always help those in need and do his best to see the light in even the worst people. He is very mature and is accepting of life and what hurdles it throws at him. Also, mans got ultimate rizz. You and yo mama gonna like this man.

He's too trusting for his own good and has very little self-preservation. He has low self-esteem, although he hides it quite well under a layer of confidence. He also takes actions that he thinks will be best for people even if others may think otherwise, sometimes leading to his own downfall. (Cough cough, og genocide run, cough cough)

Blue: Is great at using his head in pressuring situations and makes the most creative choices. He's energetic and always is up and at em, from early morning to late in the afternoon. He's also preservers and goes up and beyond, you will never see this man give up for what he believes in and cares for.

But he can also be quite persistent unless you set solid boundaries. He's a little bad at picking up hints and cues and can't read the room for shit. He can be impulsive at times that may lead to future problems...

Stretch: Stretch is always ready to relax and bring down the energy. He's multi-talented and passionate about many things! He is willing to protect people he cherishes with his life, and is loyal to the tea. It makes him great company and an amazing friend.

That is, if you become his friend. Stretch isn't an open person and won't talk to just anyone. He keeps a lot of his feelings bottled up and just blows up at some point. He thinks the worst of people automatically, and has a hard time trusting. If you do something

Red: Strong and reliable; good old Red will never lead you astray! He's rather smart (being the mechanic of the crew), and that makes him a bit cunning as well. He's very in tune with his emotions and doesn't rage as much as people assume he did.

Although Red is good at keeping his emotions in check, he's a bit of an unfiltered asshole. He will say everything that's on his mind and causes a bit of trouble for the crew sometimes. On top of that, he has a huge ego. It's definitely not a complex, but his confidence is unwelcomed by strangers. Also, flirts kinda raunchy so most ladies are not into him. Man got no rizz.

Edge: Edge is responsible and will make sure the ship is running smoothly. Well, as smoothly as he can with such a chaotic bunch. He's kind of the face of negotiations, being able to be stern yet civil. He has many skills and is very mature about many situations making him an amazing team player. He’s kind to those who need it and is always seeking a fair and moral judgement.

Emotionally constipated. He literally has not cried since he was 10, what do you expect him to do? If you ask him for mental support, he will SUCK ASS. He is also incredibly stubborn. If he thinks it is better to do something a certain way, we are doing it that certain way. No buts and whys.

Razz: Razz is the best at what he does. He’s efficient, quick, and works tirelessly at his one true passion: navigation. Although he’s rough around the edges, he is honestly very emotionally understanding. He’s a great person to vent to and cry to when you need to just unwind and let go. He has a very good moral compass and you can count on him to do the right thing.

Ego so big it got two different time zones. Razz is one of the best navigators in the world and he knows it. He likes flaunting it, and not in a “slay girl” way, in a “pls shut the fuck up” way. Since he works so hard, he forgets to eat a lot of times. He also forgets to sleep, shower, stretch, relax, talk to people. Overall, he will store himself in his room for who knows how long, and you will have to drag him out kicking and screaming.

Cash: It’s hard to compliment someone who steals 24/7 but he has some perks! Cash is very observant and can make very astute observations when it comes to relationships and fights. He can pinpoint enemy week points in a flash along with being able to grab intel from towns folks. He’s a hella good actor (liar) and can put on almost any façade for any situation.

Where do we start. He steals constantly, of course, he doesn't steal from the poor and needy, of course. But If someone is walking just a bit too happy, he just has an itch, and then BAM. Gone. He’s also a pathological liar, and always gets caught by Sans. He feels remorse and regret for things he does wrong but often shoves it down in order to keep moving. His habits are not healthy, and he knows more than anyone.

Bear: Bear seems mellow and stupid at times but I can assure you, he’s pretty god damn smart. Bear knows a little of everything, and can probably run the ship by himself in emergency situations. Bear is very sensitive to people’s needs and will make sure any friend and ally gets a good meal. Although he is quiet most of the time he will say encouraging words once in a while.

My baby has no flaws... Jk. Bear is a lot like sans in a way that he does not care for strangers. If you are a innocent civilian, he isn’t to keen on saving you or looking out for your safety. He doesn’t have to, so why should he, kinda thing. He is super afraid of his strength and is crippled with fear at the idea of accidently breaking something... or someone. He is bad at making friends or talking to new people. He’s an awkward lad.

Cinnamon: Wholesome sweet boy. He's kind, a trait that was hard to keep due to his traumatic childhood. He's giving, even if it may be through self-sacrifice, and always puts others before himself. (Of course with moderation). He's goofy and sweet, making him an amazing friend and partner. Mans is respectful as a mtfk and will make sure that everyone feels validated. Honestly, Cinnamon is a very nice balance of all his cousins.

He's kind of dum socially? He is unaware when someone sends him subtle hints and cues. And since he can't really read body language (cause aura doesn't show that much) he can't really tell if people like or dislike him. He's very insecure about his teeth and fails to hide his discomfort when someone mentions it.

#pirate au #gawdayum i was dead for 3 weeks #im back!!!#this took way to long to write

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saturn-sends-hugs · 1 year

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Fuck it, I’m seeing a lot of talk about Echo being a picky eater recently and I think I want to add my two neurodivergent cents to it lol

Firstly, I think it’s important to note that Echo is autistic. I know this hasn’t been stated anywhere or anything, but listing out his character quirks makes it pretty clear.

He repeats orders, arguing with his batch when they don’t follow them, and worries about doing things wrong. This feels like a safety thing to me, almost like telling kids in class to be quiet when the teacher is talking for no other reason than it feels right and them breaking rules is stressful. (can you tell I’m speaking from experience cause this whole post will be me speaking from experience bkshsjsks)

He reads and memorizes the reg manuals, liking to be caught up on the latest versions. Again, this feels like a safety thing; him wanting to know how things will work ahead of time so he can be prepared in every situation.

He doesn’t like being wrong, like when we see him refusing to back down on thinking the Seperatists Senator’s distress call is a trap (Avi Singh I think?). Even when the evidence starts poking holes in his theory, he doesn’t want to let it go. I’m not sure how to explain how this relates to autism other than that fact that autistic people just don’t like being wrong? Like it’s just hard to admit that and it’s almost scary to change your mind like that sometimes? Idrk honestly, I’m DEFINITELY not an expert lol, just saying my piece

So many of Echo’s character quirks relate directly to autism, and all of them are things I strongly relate to. (yes this is why he’s my favorite shush)

But most of all is his picky eating. And uh, this might actually get a tad heavy here but I hope this can maybe share an accurate perspective on it?

Many autistic people are fairly picky eaters, something I’ve definitely struggled with since I was born. We see Echo being skeptical of food multiple times, especially when they’re new to him. We see him eating rations bars, which would be familiar, without a second thought, but new things he’s extremely hesitant to try.

With that in mind and the headcanon (kinda) that he’s autistic, this sounds a lot like ARFID to me.

ARFID (Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder) is tricky to describe since there’s nothing conscious to it, its just somewhat of a mental hurdle? Like there’s a point you just can’t cross no matter what, a bit like ADHD and executive dysfunction, expect a lot stronger lol. It’s pretty much just picky eating to the extreme that a person cannot control and just makes your choices extremely limited when it comes to food.

This makes it difficult (ahem, impossible) to do seemingly basic things like trying absolutely any new foods. There are a few safe ones, maybe even a category of foods that are almost completely safe (for me: most deserts or fruits), but anything outside of that is different, it’s new, and it does not feel safe. When I say picky eating to the extreme, I mean extreme. If I’m literally starving, haven’t eaten in way too long, but the only things available aren’t safe foods? Well too bad guess I’m not eating today 🤷 It’s not much of a choice, it’s just being trapped by your own neurodivergent brain 🫠🫠🫠

It can feel childish and incredibly alienating to constantly turn down new foods or restaurants, or to order the same thing every time from a restaurant, off the kids menu or with special requests, and I just think that piece is being missed in Echo’s picky eating. Now I’m not telling anyone to stop making it a humorous thing cause it totally is in the show, but hey, I’m always here for the angst potential :)

Like what if the reason Echo still looks malnourished after joining the batch is because his safe foods like typical rations just aren’t readily available after the Empire springs up? What if the batch is on shore leave and decide to go to a restaurant and Echo has to either turn them down and explain, or force himself to go and try to tough it out? What if one of the batch makes a joke about Echo’s picky eating, just trying to make conversation or something, but Echo just fully shuts down? Maybe even Domino would joke about it at first, until Fives learned better and started helping Echo, but uhoh now he’s gone and Echo has to figure things out all over again with a new batch 🥲

Is this a fictional character that was grossed out by foods like two times and I’m just heavily projecting onto? Yeah, sure, but hey, I’d love to see more people recognizing this side of it and maybe connecting with it too :)

@gentle-hero-blog thanks for letting me sob abt this literally the minute u got home bkshsjskk <3333

#picky eater echo is so incredibly important to me #i could explain more abt arfid if that’s something anyone wanted (and honestly i might vent post abt it some day cause oof it sucks)#but i wanted to keep this one more echo focused than just ranty lol 😅#arc trooper echo #tbb echo #saturn sends thoughts #and feels stupid abt it lol #was i mid sob session while writing this because a joke directed at echo sent me into a mini panic attack maybe maybe but it’s fineeeeee #we love uncovering almost forgotten trauma from random things abt ur comfort character 🫠#way too early in the morning to be venting abt this 😅

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rubykgrant · 1 year

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(Here is my fantasy-adventure love story I have been working on! I'm just sharing the beginning right now, but I may post more later. I started writing this by accident, not expecting to at all, and somehow managed to make something that was surprisingly descriptive, and I even had fun creating it~ This involves a character getting an injury, nothing too gory, but there is a small wound and mentions of blood without being graphic. Just a heads-up! Fairly long, so be ready for that. I hope anybody who reads enjoys it~)

When I was still very little, and feeling especially unhappy, I left my home without telling my family.

I had no destination in mind, mostly because everybody knew my usual hiding places, and I didn’t want to be found. Not right away. I wanted to be alone for a while. Really alone, not just surrounded by people who were ignoring me. By myself somewhere quiet, able to think my own thoughts, enjoy my own company, and not cringe each time I heard somebody shout. All the shouting was giving me a headache that didn’t really end, it would just lessen then intensify, throughout the day.

I wanted to hide, but not stuck in some dark and cramped little corner, and that meant leaving home and going somewhere else.

I also wanted to make my family come look for me, to actually worry about me. That was selfish, I know, but I was young and upset. I was also filled up with another feeling, one I couldn’t find the words to describe at that age. I was somehow bored and hopeless, tired from all the constant fighting. Everybody in my family had their own problems, but took out their frustrations on each other, then sulked without finding a resolution. Nobody was trying to actually talk or fix anything.

Being the youngest, my problems didn’t seem as important to my parents and older siblings. I was pushed aside, sometimes literally, and had no way to properly voice what was wrong. It was like something in my heart or in my head felt broken. This was depression, I know that word now. Yes, even young children can be depressed. That feeling doesn’t care how old you are, it happens when it happens. I don’t think my family would have believed me if I tried to explain it to them back then, and even without knowing that word, I knew that I had asked for help before, asked for a little more kindness, and it was refused. I had also asked why my parents and my siblings were fighting so much, a true explanation for what seemed to be causing all this anger and anxiety, but I was not important enough to be answered.

To be clear, my family didn’t hate me. That’s the worst part, I know they loved me, and I loved them, but the love didn’t do anything to stop all the hurt. It would have been easier if they just hated me, but even then, I probably would still love them when I was little. You can’t help that, when you’re young.

Because of the painful feelings and the love that didn’t help, I reached a breaking point. When you are as young as me at that time, every decision feels like a very important life choice. Something that will change you forever. Obviously, as we grow older, we usually get some perspective. The decision I made to leave home that day was just the immature action of a child who wanted some breathing room, and later some attention. It still wound up changing me forever. I suppose that proves life is unpredictable.

While I was still oblivious to the things that were out there, waiting to happen, I thought my only options were throwing a loud tantrum or leaving.

So I left, and went farther away than I ever had before. I decided to try and go in a mostly straight line, so I could find my way back if nobody came looking before dark. I thought myself very smart for this.

I left behind all the familiar sights near my home, and at first, it was fun to feel like I was exploring a new area. I was on an adventure, which distracted me from my unhappiness. I intentionally broke several rules about wandering into places that were off-limits. I found a hill, one that rose up and turned into high cliffs. Normally, I wasn’t allowed to even think about going up that high. So naturally, I did. I should have stopped when I could no longer even recognize the shapes of rocks and mountains around me, but I was excited, and determined, and enjoying this sense of rebellious freedom.

I still could have gotten home alright, eventually. Then I got hurt.

I felt something sharp snag my arm as I moved around a cluster of rocks. For a short moment, I thought perhaps a small creature had stung or bit me, but that wasn’t it. There was something sharp and metal hidden in all the plant growth here, and it had caught my arm, above the elbow. It wasn’t very painful at first, but as I turned to see what happened, the sharp little metal thing twisted, dug in deeper, and suddenly my arm was on fire with pain.

I panicked, tried to jerk away, and that made it worse. The metal thing was, in fact, a barbed hook. Longer than the first finger of my hand, curved in a way that intentionally made it perfect for not letting go of anything it snagged. It also had a tangle of more metal connected to it, but these bits were thin and interlocked, like a chain that acted as a wire. This all snagged me as well, pinching and cutting me everywhere.

I didn’t know what this was. I had never seen a trap or a snare like this before. I just knew that it hurt, horribly. I also knew that it was making me bleed, and that turned the panic into terror. My stomach felt like a tight, cold knot. I finally figured out that I should stop struggling, or it would just get worse. I wasn’t able to rest in any position that was comfortable, no matter what I tried there would always be some part of me that pulled against the metal. After crying and then catching my breath, a new fear hit me.

A predator could smell my blood. I was so far from all my safe places, who knows what might be lurking out here. It started to get dark, and I did the only thing I could think of.

I started crying out for help. I screamed so loud it made my throat ache. Even if my family couldn’t hear me, there had to be somebody, somewhere. I hoped.

As it got darker, I panicked again, now knowing that I was too far from where anybody lived. I also realized that nobody lived here because it was unsafe, and it was unsafe because of things like the hook in my arm. Suddenly I was very aware of how small I was, and what a vast world I was in. I felt surrounded by emptiness… but it was a deceitful emptiness, because dangerous things were hiding everywhere. So much was unseen and unknown.

It’s a pretty humiliating feeling when life just seems to prove every thought you ever had wrong. I thought I could take care of myself for a few hours alone, I thought I could leave my home and easily find my way back, and I thought it would serve my family right to finally be concerned about me. Life had literally added insult to injury. The hook in my arm hurt, and even though nobody else was there, I was mildly embarrassed underneath all the fear. Insult to injury.

In my childish imagination, I pictured my family coming along, seeing me like this, and telling me it was my own fault, this was what I deserved for going off on my own, exploring unsafe places. I deserved to be hurt and trapped, shame on me.

In truth, they would be mad for making them worry, but they would have helped me, taken me home, and tended to me. Kindness didn’t come easy to my family lately, but the love was there. They weren’t coming, though. I was too far away, too high up. They must be worried about me by now, and probably looking in all the wrong places. Why would they even imagine I would ever come here?

Eventually it was completely dark, true night, and I started to think I would be extremely lucky to see tomorrow. I wouldn’t be able to sleep or relax while I was here. A big predator could eat me. Small predators could start picking me apart, and I wouldn’t be able to stop them. I might just keep bleeding until I died. Even if none of that happened, if I wasn’t able to get free, I would starve. My whole body hurt, I was terrified, and hungry.

The depression I couldn’t name seemed like a beautiful dream compared to this.

In the darkness, I reached out, feeling my way to the other end of the wire so I could try and detach it from the rocks and plants. Even if the hook was still stuck, I might be able to go home and bring the mean little thing along, if the wire wasn’t holding me back. It was agony to move, and my fingers were almost numb from pain and cold. When I finally found the other end, I realized the wire was connected to something large and round. Like a boulder, but perfectly smooth, it was made to be this way, and made to connect to the wire with the hook. It was also metal, and much heavier than me. Bigger than me, too. I couldn’t lift it, or get the wire loose, or free myself from the hook.

At some point, early that miserable night, a miracle occurred. I had no other way to think of it at the time. Later, I still consider it a miraculous event, even with all I’ve learned.

Somewhere up above me in the darkness, I got the sense that something was moving. Shortly after, it wasn’t entirely dark anymore. There was a strange source of light. At first it was a soft and distant glow, but different than anything I had seen before. It got brighter and bigger, before seeming to burst, shooting in all directions. The burst of light made a sound, and I heard it echo, sharp and powerful. The light was part of something, some shape I could see against the furious shine the light turned into. I heard a deep rumble from that shape, and then a crashing noise. A short distance away, something was moving downward, hitting other mountains, crushing the rocks. I couldn’t see it properly, but from that sound, I knew it was huge. The lights didn’t follow it down here. The thing groaned as it fell into the rocks, almost like a wounded animal, but it didn’t act like anything that had ever been alive. Just a big, heavy thing, like the metal ball, but it was falling apart.

I could feel the force of that thing falling slowly pass over me, aftershocks coming in waves, and with it a smell drifted over. I couldn’t recognize it, but it was unpleasant. It left a bad taste in my mouth. As the huge thing settled in the rubble it made, the glowing lights above changed. They seemed to quiver and flicker. As I looked up in wonder and shock, I saw a new shape moving. This thing was most definitely alive.

I had heard stories about strange things that live somewhere in another world, high above. They can sometimes look similar to us, but are completely different creatures. They are mysterious, and often very dangerous. They can abduct us, steal us away from our homes, never to be seen again.

The stories are mostly told to frighten little children like me into behaving, so we don’t wander far from home, or follow the towering cliffs too high up. I had done all that, just to get away from my family. Now that this was happening around me, I also remembered stories about these creatures making cruel weapons to kill us. Things like metal hooks and wires.

I was so high up on the rocks, the lights were shining down on me. Whatever was up there could easily see me if it cared to look.

After a moment, it did. The creature paused, hovering up there in place, and seemed to dip lower, rising back up, and pausing again. It was watching me. It was curious. I froze.

Another loud noise, another burst of light, another large object falling down, a little farther away. More rocks rumbling in the dark. The creature moved on, maybe deciding I wasn’t worth the trouble.

Then it returned, rushing down toward me. It moved with an intense purpose, as if it suddenly decided it had to hurry. I had no idea what to do, and even if I thought of something, it was impossible to actually do anything. I was still trapped. I was hungry and tired, no chance to escape or defend myself. I could only watch this creature get closer.

Soon, it was right in front of my face, and I was struck with an intense sense of familiarity that I never expected. The creature truly was similar to me, at least from the waist up. A head with a face, eyes, nose, and mouth. Arms with hands, and fingers. Still, very different. Clearly not meant to live in the same world as myself. The creature also seemed to be just as shocked to see me as I was to see it. Eyes wide and uncertain, but also amazed. Surely, this familiar appearance was a trick to lure in victims. Why else would something so alien almost mirror myself?

After a few moments of looking at me with disbelief, it moved away, rising upward again. I barely had time to wonder if it would move on, when it returned, even more urgent than before, and this time reached out to touch my wounded arm. I flinched, but couldn’t really do more. I felt the fingers, warm and gentle. Not directly doing anything yet. I realized, it wanted me to know it was trying to help. The eyes were pleading, no cruelty at all in the expression. In fact, it was worried more about my reaction. It didn’t want me to struggle and fight, making the wound worse. I held my arm up a bit, and braced myself.

It dug out the hook, able to maneuver the barb in a way I wouldn’t have thought of. It hurt, but then the pain eased, and I was so relieved I cried again. Then it helped unwind the wire from my body, doing some kind of trick by bringing the little links close together, moving them so they fell loosely away. This particular creature might not have set this trap, but it knew what it was and how it worked. Once I was free, the creature shot itself upward, pushing off the rock where the metal ball still sat. I thought about trying to find my way home in the dark, but with everything that had happened, the large objects that were now in my way, I wasn’t sure it would be possible. My “go in a straight line” plan wasn’t an option anymore.

I was also curious. You’d think I would have learned my lesson about exploring the unknown, but I had just experienced something that was utterly unusual and fantastic. It was impossible to resist trying to find out more. I didn’t think I would ever have another chance like this. The fact that the creature had just saved my life also intrigued me. It wasn’t an evil monster at all.

I followed it.

I caught up quickly, despite its head-start, and also despite my own injuries. I was built for swimming, after all.

Some of my fins were a little torn, but not in danger of getting shredded as I moved through the water. The wire had scrapped my skin and my scales, but thankfully none had been ripped off. The worst was the cut on my arm from the hook, but I covered it with my other hand, and could swim just fine without moving my arms. I wasn’t as big and strong as my older siblings, but I was a powerful swimmer for my age. Now that nothing had me trapped, I could work my shoulders, arch my back, and roll all that movement down through my tail, building momentum. Up, and up, and up…

We both broke through the surface of the water at the same time, and I heard the creature let out a high-pitched noise. It couldn’t breathe in the ocean, like me. That’s why it had been hesitant to dive down, and in such a rush to get me free. These beings didn’t just live in the surface world because it was their territory, it was the only place they could survive. I could breathe air, I knew that almost as an instinct, but also from experience.

When we weren’t out swimming through the ocean, we lived in caves with air pockets under the water. The ones that became out main homes were all naturally formed, but long ago our ancestors carved them out to make tunnels that helped the water flow through different caverns. Somewhere from the cracks in the ceiling, air from the surface would rush down. Somewhere below, from cracks in the floor, bubble filtered up. There was always air and water in our caves… but some tunnels didn’t wave the flows for water. Occasionally, me and my siblings would pull ourselves up to crawl across the rocks, trying to see who could go the farthest into these tunnels as a dare.

Nobody had ever gone very far, and we never knew if these tunnels lead anywhere. Partially because we would all eventually lose our nerve, but also because our parents would catch us, then scold us. If we wandered too far away from our pools and paths, and got stuck somewhere with no water, we might die. That wasn’t just an over exaggeration to frighten us into behaving. Being too dry never felt good… it was also an instinct, understanding that without access to the water, we would die.

Without air, this creature would die.

I remembered some of the old stories, about how our kind would have to pull these creatures from the world above deep in the water. Down so far that they would never be able to swim back to the surface, even if they got free. In the stories, this was called “drowning”. It was the only way to stop them from pulling us up, where we would meet all forms of terrible torture and evenual death, like being denied water until we became dried husks. At this description, I always imagined left behind shells when certain creatures molted, but shaped like one of us.

This creature had risked it’s life to swim down and save me. Now, instead of pulling me up, I had come willingly. I wondered again if this might be a devious trick somehow.

The creature turned to look at me, the sounds it made grew quieter, more even. Catching its breath. I hadn’t been sure before, because even though the creature was small, size doesn’t always matter. Now I thought for certain, this must be another child. Perhaps my age. I looked back, my face resting closer to the waves. My nose was still below the water, but the creature kept its chin up. With the urgency gone, I could tell it was was amazed to see that I had followed.

I watched as the creature moved their arms around to stay in place, and also… I wasn’t sure what to call it. The creature didn’t have a tail, like me. Instead, two limbs below the waist, and these limbs bent almost like the arms. It had another set of hands on the ends, but they were longer, and the fingers were stubby. This was how it moved through the water, using these two limbs. I wished somebody else was here, to see the creature. Somebody who would be better at understanding how it looked, how it worked.

The creature turned, looking around, and then swam toward the top of a cluster of mountains. Above the water, I could finally see what they turned into. It was a little like some areas of seafloor where I played, with small hills, and plants growing around. These plants were much different than what I was used to. It all looked more sturdy, somehow. Nothing flowed continuously up here. The air moved, though. Not quite like the water, but I was surprised to feel it moving at all. The air pockets in my home never felt like this. Those were contained. Up here, it was like the whole world was breathing.

As the creature swam toward a hill that rose out of the sea, I continued to follow, and we both wound up sitting in the sand, side by side. Waves rolled up around us, then went away, then came back. I had never seen water do this in my life. I had always been within it, feeling it around me completely. Even in our caves with the air pockets. The times I’d been able to see a clear view of the waves above me, at a distance, it had been in open water. Nothing for them to crash into or wash over.

It had a rhythm, a pattern, but occasionally it shifted and changed, the water pulling away for a longer stretch of time, and a rather big wave following, then finding the rhythm again. Bubbles turned into foam at the edges of it. Seeing the way the ocean, my whole entire world, moved up here was fascinating.

Out across the water, I saw the flickering lights. They were dying out now, whatever they were. I could see clouds rising from each one. The smell I noticed below the water was up here as well, and even worse. We had sources of heat in my world, and this smell was like when something touched that heat for too long. Burning.

I looked at the creature again, and found they had been looking at me as well. We looked at each other for a long time. Still getting used to the fact that we both existed, and also resting. We were very tired.

They were better at sitting up out of the water than I was, but that made sense. I noticed the creature had a scratch on one side of their head, above the left eye. They were hurt, too. The creature was almost entirely covered in some kind of clothing. We have clothes too, usually just worn for special events, or simply because we like them. Having clothes all the time gets heavy and slows us down when we swim. It must not be a problem for creatures up here, except right now, because those clothes were wet.

As we sat there and looked at each other, the moon began to rise in the sky. I knew the moon, even from a distance deep below the water. It was also connected to some instinct. The moon was part of the water, part of me, part of everything that lived in the sea. Tonight, the moon was round, bright, and pale. As if it wanted us to get to know each other better, the moonlight shined down on us.

Now I could see more details and differences between me and the creature. They had a slightly slender face, while mine was a little more round, but my chin came to a tiny point, and theirs ended in a small squared jaw. The features they had were defined, but not harsh. Graceful is the word I would have used, if I’d known it. Their hair was very long, made of thick curls. My hair fell around my neck, barely touching my shoulders, just a bit wavy.

This creature might not be at home in the water, but I could tell they had strong muscles in their arms. This strength seemed somehow fragile, though. Maybe that was because I could see another child there beside me, and sensed that no matter how strong a child is, it is terribly easy for us to be broken.

Eventually, the creature reached out a hand, and I touched it again. The fingers were still gentle. Nails shorter than mine, but more little rough areas of callous on the palms. Their face had a reassuring expression. They didn’t want to frighten me, even now, and I greatly appreciated that. They looked at my arm, not bleeding as much anymore. The creature carefully pushed the torn parts of my flesh together, attempting to close the wound. I didn’t know how to explain that wouldn’t work, as soon as they let go it would open again, but then I heard a ripping noise.

With their free hand, the creature was pulling off a shred of clothing. They already seemed to be torn and tattered in a few places. Once they had a section they considered to be the right size, the creature wrapped the fabric around my arm, tying it in a way that kept the wound closed, but still loose enough that it wasn’t uncomfortable. My other scratches weren’t as severe, thankfully. The creature still wanted to check me over, just in case. I have to admit, I was no longer worried about this creature trying to trick me in some way.

As they fussed over me, I was suddenly filled with a funny feeling of delight. I had been saved by a being from another world! They had gone to great trouble to help me, and were still concerned with my safety. Just as I didn’t have the words to describe depression, I didn’t have the words for how I felt right there. Many years later, I would learn the word “enchanting”. I had gone from feeling neglected, to desperate and forlorn, to incredibly lucky all within a single day.

What made me so special, to find myself in this moment? Still no answer for that, but maybe that’s alright. You never know when something special will happen. It doesn’t matter how old you are, either. Life does whatever it wants.

I was also falling in love with this creature, just a little bit. Perhaps not seriously, considering I was very young, and we had only just met, after all. Still, it was a very big feeling, and I had never felt anything quite like it before. They had rescued me, and were now caring for me with genuine kindness. How could I not fall in love?

When the creature was satisfied I was alright, they settled down again, sitting closer this time. As I watched them look out across the water, a new expression of utter despair filled their face. It occurred to me that the creature was alone, just like I was. Had they also left their home, and now couldn’t return? I thought about the objects that sunk into the sea. I’ve never been that close to anything like it before, but I’ve seen strange things made of metal and other material come down from the surface before. Some are very old, but others more recent. Stories told the creatures from this upper world make large structures for themselves that float on water. Some of them have loud, dangerous blades that slice through anything that touches them. That must have been what sunk before.

Now the creature had no way to move through the water without trying to swim, which wasn’t an easy task for them. We were also pretty far away from other cliffs and hills that reached above the ocean, so I doubted their home was nearby. The creature might have also lost their entire family when those objects sunk. Everything went down, deep into the water. They drowned. I was safe, but what about this creature? Who would find them? Who would help them?

I wished I could. I wanted to.

I tried to say that, telling them “I don’t know who you are, or what happened to you, but you saved me. Thank you for that. Do you know where your home is? Please, tell me how to help you,”

The creature’s attention was back on me, curious and confused. They made new noises, and it was clear we had different languages. We couldn’t understand each other with words, but… I thought about how they had communicated wanting to help me with their face and movements. I tried to do that.

I clasped one of their hands with my own, and brought it over to touch my injured arm, then pressed the hand to my chest, while smiling.

You helped me. Thank you.

They smiled back, and seeing the joy in that smile, I fell a little more in love. Yes, foolish and childish, but forgive me. I was foolish and a child.

I moved our hands toward the creature, until it touched their chest. My other hand, with the arm that had been bandaged, reached out to touch the same spot on their arm, above the elbow. They had no injury there, but I hoped I was clear.

I want to help you now.

The creature made a sound, almost like when they burst through the water earlier. Their head bent forward a little, and I saw their shoulders shake. They were crying. I had done the same, many times in my life. I knew how it looked, and how it felt. They leaned forward, just a bit, and the creature let me hold them in an embrace. We were different beings from different worlds, but we were also two children that were hurt, and lost, and alone. So, we understood enough to try and comfort each other. They might have just lost their whole family. Even though mine made me sad and angry, I would not want to lose any of them.

Thinking of my family made me wish I could communicate how I felt with them like this. I wished we could all comfort each other, find a way to understand each other. Two different creatures who had only known each other for an hour and didn’t speak the same language were figuring it out. Maybe there was hope with my family.

Soon, the creature took a deep breath, calming down. They briefly squeezed their arms around me, just a bit tighter, before moving away. It was a physical sign of gratitude. Now they looked like they were trying to think of what to do next.

The creature could see the area better thanks to the moon, and they motioned to me that they needed to find a safe place to rest. I watched in awe as they rose upward, using the two lower limbs to move. Now it was plain to see why the ends of those limbs were shaped differently than the hands. It was for balance, and the creature was much better at using the limbs out of the water. It moved along the sandy hill, and I followed from the shallows of the waves. Things had also washed up in the sand, objects that must have come from the same structure as… I felt bad, thinking of the one who saved me as a “creature”. We didn’t know each other well yet, but I decided to call this individual my friend. At least, to myself. We could try to find shared words to call ourselves later.

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SFW alphabet | Eomer

Wow, it’s such an incredible feeling to finally finish something you’ve started so long ago!

Long time no see, dearests! Hope you all are doing great.

No promises and no expectations this time.

Just read, enjoy and feel good.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At first, Eomer is even ashamed that he fell in love with you, so he tries to avoid any public interactions and even pretends that he is not very happy to see you. However, when your relationship becomes more serious, he builds a completely opposite strategy, trying to protect you from the attacks of envious people. Eomer takes you everywhere with him and with subtle gestures shows others that you are his woman.

B = Body (Their favorite body part of their partner, why? Do they like touch?)

Eomer adores your fingers. In his huge palm, your tender fingers seem so small and fragile. He could break them with one sharp squeeze, he knows it, and this paradox blows his head off. He likes to kiss each finger in turn, feeling your soft skin in front of his rough lips.

C = Courtship (What do they do to take your attention?)

At first, Eomer didn't even want to try to invite you on a date or confess his feelings. After all, he knew that he spent most of his time on military campaigns, and he thought you wouldn't want to wait. However, you began to spend a lot of time together when he was in Edoras, and rumors that you are now together spread faster than Eomer managed to make an official confession.

D = Domestic (Are they the type to settle down with you? Are they willing to help with chores? What is your daily routine with them?)

Yes, Eomer dreams of one day being able to leave the service and you (along with your future children) moving to a calmer and quieter place. However, today he can not accept the fact that you refuse to officially move to the palace and live in its rooms. Because he only feels at home where you two are.

E = Espousal (Do they want to marry you eventually? Who proposes to who?)

He never actually thought about marriage, but the longer your relationship lasts the more he considers proposing to you. It just seems right to Eomer for the two of you to be a lawful husband and wife. And the least in the world he would want to dishonor you or be the cause of gossip.

F = Fragile (How protective are they of you? If they are, how do they show this?)

Eomer is probably the synonym to the word “protective”. He would panic if you cut your finger or accidentally hit something, and he cannot live with thoughts that you can be seriously wounded. The man would be extremely happy if you agreed to stay home and mind your business, but if you don’t he would try to keep you as close as possible to be sure you’re alive and safe.

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they like receiving gifts?)

He could easily forget about your wedding anniversary, but for no reason would he forget to bring you at least a small bouquet of flowers when returning home from another military campaign. He isn't really aware of whether you wait for something special, but he considers flowers as the best and most universal present.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Eomer does not particularly like to hug. He prefers to kiss the back of your hand (if you're in public), or to kiss your forehead if the situation allows. Usually, he initiates a hug only when you meet after a long separation. His hugs are quite strong, he presses you so close that it becomes difficult for you to breathe. Sometimes he even hides his face in the crook of your neck and exhales noisily, thus tickling your skin.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Unexpectedly, but deep in his soul, Eomer is very worried about all sorts of romantic things. He knows that he is not a romantic at all, but he is afraid that he will not be able to satisfy your desires and needs. He learns quickly and never ceases to amaze you with various surprises.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

With a cold head, Eomer realizes that he has no reason to be jealous of anyone, because you were the first to confess your feelings. That is, you chose him among the other men around you. However, a hot heart makes his blood boil every time you talk to other guys or when someone shows a keen interest in you. He never accuses you of being jealous, but sometimes you still have to convince him that he is the only one for you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses always seem hasty and nervous, as if he hesitates, as if he is not entirely sure that you will kiss him in return. Therefore, kisses on the lips, he prefers kisses on the forehead. He gently presses his lips to your forehead, and sometimes freezes for a few minutes, gently stroking your shoulders with his strong palms. In return, he loves it when you kiss him on the chin. In fact, because of the difference in height, you just can't reach out to kiss him somewhere else. And it seems infinitely dear to him.

L = Love language (What’s their love language?)

Time. Unfortunately, Eomer has to spend a lot of time on military campaigns, patrols and missions. That's why every minute spent with you is so precious to him. He knows that you also have a lot of work to do, but the fact that you leave all your business when he returns home and devotes all your time to him means much more to him than all possible words.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Eomer is an early bird. He wakes up almost at dawn, because there is a lot of work ahead. At first, according to the old habit, he dressed for the service quite noisily. But several times he caught your dissatisfied and even unhappy look and later tried to be quieter. Later, he even got into the habit of kissing you on the forehead every morning before going to work to the sounds of your unintelligible growl.

N = Nicknames (What do they call you? What do you call them?)

You jokingly call him "My best Rohirrim" or “The strongest man on the Earth” and it always makes him blush. He also tried to create some funny nicknames for you, but he pronounced it with such a serious voice, that everything sounded more cringy than fun. So he just goes with “Flower Lady” or “Dear wife”.

O = Overture (How did everything start?)

You've known each other for a long time, because you both grew up in Edoras, played and quarreled, and had secrets. Then you went to study in another country, and when you came back, you realized that you two have changed a lot. Eomer saw the same. Instead of the simple girl next door, there was now a beautiful independent woman beside him who filled his thoughts and heart more and more, until he could no longer resist his feelings.

P = Pace (Are they fast-paced in a relationship? Or do they like to take things slow?)

The path of your relationship is more like an ECG than a romantic walk. Since Eomer has never been interested in a relationship before, everything that is happening now is new to him. Therefore, he acts in accordance with his own feelings and emotions, which change almost every minute.

Q = Queen/King (Who takes the initiative in relationships?)

Eomer likes to brag that he is the boss in your pair, but in fact he will not take a step without consulting you. Even during quarrels, he is usually the first to apologize, because your sad eyes do not allow him to live in peace and do everyday things until he is convinced that everything is fine between you.

R = Remembrance (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

That special day when you first accompanied him on his way to a military campaign. Eowyn usually played this honorable role, but after your engagement you were given the right to be a woman who goes along with the commander in chief. He felt as happy and proud as ever. Especially since he knew that in a few weeks you would meet him back home as well.

S = Salvage (What issues does this relationship help him to cope with?

Ever since you came into his life, Eomer has felt full, complete. It was as if all the pieces of the puzzle of his life were finally in place. He knew he didn't have much time for personal life, and the fact that you were willing to put up with his constant trips only confirmed his assumption that you were made for each other.

T = Tiny (How are they around children?)

All Eomer knows about children is that they have to have them sooner or later. He is not ready for his children now, but when he thinks about the distant future and perhaps old age, he definitely sees you as the mother of his descendants.

U = Ulterior (What’s their secret?)

He really likes it when you not only braid your hair, but also add flowers. Eomer sometimes likes to go with you on secret walks in the woods to collect wild flowers, which you then weave into your braids.

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

From the outside, Eomer seemed to you quite carefree, or at least one who quickly releases heavy feelings and can move on. Later you learned that your husband not only keeps everything to himself, but also does not know how to share and talk about his pain. Many nights you heard him wake up and run away from you to the next room to suppress his grief there again in solitude.One night you just silently stopped him, grabbed his arm tightly, and then hugged him just as tightly, showing that he doesn't have to express his feelings in words to get support.

W = Wound (How do they feel about exposing their scars/injuries?)

Scars and wounds are an integral part of his life. Eomer does not perceive them as something special and would be very happy if his partner won’t pay attention to this. However, he likes it when in the morning you gently run his old scars with your fingers to wake him up.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon about your relationship)

Unlike Eowyn, Eomer cooks quite well. Even better than you. He is ashamed of this, because he considers household chores not a man's occupation, but rather - that it doesn’t suit a brave warrior. However, he is ready to step over himself again and again to see your eyes light up again when you eat what he has prepared for you.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when their SO isn’t with them?)

He is used to the fact that you often do not see each other for weeks or even months, so he does not feel much sadness. Eomer consoles himself with the thought that your reunion is getting closer every day. However, the closer he gets home, the more nervous he becomes, because he always worries that your feelings may have changed during a long separation.

Z = Zzz (How are nights spent with them?)

The army taught him to sleep at any time and in any position, but also to wake up from any sound. The first night you spent together, Eomer hardly slept, because when you moved in his arms, he was worried that something had happened and had to check if everything was okay. Eventually, the quiet family life relaxed him a little and taught him comfort, so now he sometimes complains that I can't sleep peacefully in a tent without you by his side.

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#lord of the rings #LOTR #eomer #eomer imagine #eomer x reader #eomer x oc #eomer x you #eomer x y/n #eomer alphabet #eomer fluff #eomer fanfiction #eomer headcanon #eomer of rohan

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The Queen & The Core: Revelation, Devastation & Confrontation

Marcy Wu glared at Aldrich, a defiant queen challenging the false regent of her temple. Time after time, she had failed her people, her girls. Expecting them to follow her script had been the epitome of her foolishness, but no longer would she drag others into her willful blindness to the truth.

Despite her resolve, what rippled through her usurpers was not frustration at prey successfully out of their grasp. Instead, they laughed. How could they not? After all, sometimes truth is far, far stranger than fiction.

"Poor ignorant child," they crooned, "higher forces other than us have been regaling the world beyond your walls of your adventures. Of your escapades. Of your sordid little lies. You wish to reject our greatness and 'face reality' without even knowing what you want to run towards? Then far be it from us to hide exactly what reality thinks."

Like a soft breeze, unbidden whispers caressed Marcy's ears.

They had no kind words for her...

This is promo art that I commissioned from Aiden Fillin (https://twitter.com/9aidenf?s=21) for my fic below. I hope you enjoy reading it, and please, don’t hesitate to provide feedback in the comments!

Read onward if you’d like to hear more about the fic and the AU that inspired it!

“Revelation, Devastation & Confrontation” is the transcript I wrote for (the climax of) a hypothetical Amphibia episode called “The Queen & The Core.” This episode was inspired by and created for the “We’ll Be Right Back AU,” which is the brainchild of @fermented-writers-block. For more information, you can read all about here: https://www.tumblr.com/fermented-writers-block/687966693261295616/five-dimensionally-displaced-children-a

When @fermented-writers-block first introduced me to the WBRB AU, my thoughts immediately drifted to Marcy and how the Transmitter’s antics would affect her storyline and character arc, especially since everyone would know that she played a significant role in causing the greatest crisis Earth has ever faced (aka the Core’s invasion). It’d surely be a bumpy ride for her, to say the least, and this fic is my first foray into imagining what that ride would be like.

“The Queen & The Core” is an episode which takes place in between “The Beginning of the End” and “All In.” It’s basically an extended and upgraded version of Marcy’s part in “All In,” during which Aldrich and the Core’s other minds attempt to manipulate her into joining them by appealing to her desires for knowledge, adventure and friendship. However, when Marcy realizes what’s up and refuses to assimilate, things take a different turn from the canon. A lot of people are pissed with her, after all, and her captors are all too happy to use this fact to their advantage.

With this new factor in play, can Marcy still overcome her urge to run away from reality and resist the Core’s temptations, or will this timeline see her succumb to her fears? To find out the answer, you’ll have to read the fic!

#amphibia #marcy wu #amphibia fanfic #king aldrich #the core amphibia #Darcy Wu #marcy fanart #amphibia fanart #the queen & the core #amphibia au #we’ll be right back au #all in #possessed marcy

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Absolutely! Man, I can never get over the huge disparity between who Hawks was introduced to us as, the expectations we had of him as a side character, to what he’s evolved into and all these layers cause with all this shit happening he’s like a leaky can of skittles where you shake it hard and the perfect uniformity starts slipping. Anyways, one important part to all this is that a lot of people are like Keigo (minus the murder arc) so. His issues? I don’t wanna, criticize him in a way that

PUTTING THIS WARNING HERE SINCE MY READ MORE GOT SHELVED: personal discussion of mental and personality disorders and disordered behaviors here. If symptoms like manipulation make you uncomfortable, take care reading.

So like.. to me it's really funny because I remember liking Keigo because he was so instantly manipulative and good at it that I just thought... "who is this I love him." I always adored characters who can manipulate people, people who relied on something other than strength to change people and circumstances in their favor, so he just felt as natural as liking one of my previous blorbos.

Some frank discussion of mental health below the cut. Please be mindful that it might disturb some of you unused to disordered thinking.

I think, back then, it's because I was very much struggling with my own tendency to want to do that. I'd developed a weird coping skill since my late teens to trick my mind to not be able to do that because I genuinely didn't like manipulating people or just...analyzing them for weakness like that. Liking people like Hawks was... a way to explore that part of me, those impulses, without engaging with them IRL because I truly despised (and still do) that aspect of me.

Two years later I got diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, which that's a major symptom of. Go figure. Informally, I've asked around in the Jinkei server, and a lot of us are either diagnosed with BPD or just fit the profile and refuse to get diagnosed because Cluster B personality disorders are very much stigmatized and people often refuse to treat borderlines.

Anyway, I think being cluster B and knowing it's a consequence of trauma from abuse and such, I just think it explains a lot of who Keigo is. Some of what Keigo does makes so much sense to me, morality aside, because if i wasn't someone who questioned half of my actions, I'd do the same thing. Not like kill Twice, but a lot of the manipulating is just... There are moments when I just wonder why people don't realize how easy it is do that.

Very dark thought, but again, cluster B. I remember coming across a post earlier on in my diagnosis that also coincided with fights I'd been having privately with my ex-best friend about his actions; that a lot of borderlines don't realize that "doing bad things makes you a bad person" and uhhh, yeah, that's exactly it. We absolutely don't think of these things this way. To us, it's... a defense mechanism. Or often we think it's better for the other person if we do it, and convince ourselves that what we are doing will make other people happier. So, despite the uhh black-and-white view on Keigo (and the fact people like me tend to be very black-and-white morally), with Keigo his actions/mindset not matching felt natural to me.

Keigo really just feels very cluster B personality disorder to me. I'm no psych person, but the way he acts, his trauma and the way he deals with, just feels incredibly natural to someone like me, indicative of someone who is still very much living life on High Alert and Defense. While I personally lean towards Borderline with him because I believe he has shown being able to feel empathy, and we score high on emotional empathy (there seems to be debate on cognitive though), and that's what makes us different from people with NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder) and ASPD (Antisocial Personality Disorder), more importantly he just shows traits and actions that coincide with these disorders. Anyway, besides psychobabble, the disparity between who we thought he was at first glance and what he is is amazing. He's probably one of the best written characters and has so many layers. I'd put him in the same category as Shigaraki and Bakugou in the very beautiful way Horikoshi has managed to portray them. Those are the characters that spring to mind when I think of like...the care and clear work put into them? I'm sure there are way more. He's also absolutely no longer a "side-character" as we thought of, but like, again, was our first example of a hero reaching out and failing a villain.

I really don't know why Caleb changed his mind two chapters later, but I think him seeing that phrase again probably made him retain the Japanese better than going for a localized English pun as it highlighted the importance of Keigo expressing that insecurity. I can't speculate, looking at the Japanese there's nothing about not risking your neck and it absolutely isn't in Keigo's characterization to do that. Thankfully, the broad back is the one the fandom embraced so it's clear that the combination of him eventually getting it right and the MS and JB translators being so popular among fandom helped us get the actual meaning.

#asks #tw mental disorders

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Imagine you are Obi-Wan and Satine’s daughter and you want to know how the two fell in love.

Warnings: none, it’s meant to be fluffy and light, that kind of reading to a day where you want to chill out. (:

Warnings 2: based on the movie “Definitely, Maybe.”

***

Your mother is brushing your long ginger hair, an inheritance of your father. The thought makes the Mandalorian duchess smirk: so much like Obi-Wan.

Not only physically, but she sees your sarcastic remarks and strong will an inheritance of her husband. She often likes to point that out to Obi-Wan when you give him a hard time, however rare it is.

“Now, it’s time to go to bed, Y/N. Tomorrow you have class.” She knows you have the Force and Obi-Wan often finds himself impressed by it, but the one time he suggested Satine to get you to the Jedi Order, she strongly refused it; the Council barely knew they were secretly married, what would the Jedis think if a female version of Kenobi was seen displaying a great deal of Force?

“School is boring. And tomorrow i don’t have physical education.” You pout, giving a long look at your mother as you are tucked in bed. “When is daddy coming?”

“School is not boring, sweetheart. You just need to focus.” She smiles gently at you. “Now, your daddy is coming in two days. He’s arranging some time to spend with us on this Saturday. Are you missing him?”

“Yes, I am. I want to show him a new trick I’ve learnt the other day.” You giggle and your mother raises an eyebrow at you, but before she can say something, you say: “Mom, can you tell me about how you and daddy met? How did you marry him?”

“Oh dear.” Your mother laughs, not expecting this unusual request. “Is this the story you want me to tell you before you go to bed?”

“Yes, please!” You beam and Satine, who rarely refuses you anything, side smirks at your excitement.

“Very well.” She sighs in content. “It all happened ten years ago. Two years later you were born.”

***

Satine’s flashback.

Satine had only recently been raised to the dukedom of Mandalore, attributed to new responsibilities and demands that scared her. She had a whole people to look after and had promised her father to be peaceful, new measures were put to practice.

The one that raised some protests was her complete prohibition to the use of arms. Specially from foreigners: regardless of their position (as high as low born), no arms would be tolerated. The abolition had a good cause, though: she wanted to turn Mandalore into a peaceful planet. Despite the challenges ahead, she would not change her mind.

Alongside the trustful Prime Minister, Satine began to find a way to proceed it. As aware she might’ve been in dealing with possible corrupted men who would not let go of their power through the control of arms, she would not give up.

And that was how the whole process led her to sending a representative to the Senate, so she would propose a solution to the creation of arms in order to diminish the commerce with some of the planets which held a great influence on the matter. If the heavy taxation would not diminish it, then maybe the Chancellor could help the Mandalorian cause.

That was how two Jedis were sent to dialogue with the Duchess. A Master and his Padawan, they often came in duo. Satine remembered how, back then, her heart was aching because of an old flame.

So she did not pay much mind to the ginger male with eyes that mirrored the bluest of skies—although she did find him handsome; and she never knew Obi-Wan was so enchanted with that beauty of blond hair and eyes that seem to reflect the same shade of blue that were in his.

“My lady duchess, this is Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi.” The Prime Minister introduced them. The pair nodded their heads out of respect and Satine smiled in response. “The Chancellor sent them as the representatives of the Senate.”

“The peacekeepers of Galaxy”, Satine remarked. “For an order who preaches for peace, how often you engage in wars?”

“With all due respect, my lady duchess, the interference is only done when necessary. We do tend to avoid take military parts unless circumstances oblige us otherwise.” Master Qui-Gon Jinn said.

And that was how it started. Satine appreciated the men’s intelligence, but it was only when she sat in front of them and began to negotiate with the Jedis that she noticed the handsomeness of Obi-Wan. She didn’t want to, but something about his low his eyes glanced at her made the duchess slightly blush.

“…in this case, here’s what I propose us to do”, Qui-Gon was saying. “I am leaving my Padawan here to assist you in whatever matters are necessary all the while I will take your counter proposals to the Chancellor. Once I get the response, I shall send them to him so Obi-Wan can be the bridge between the Republic Senate and Mandalore.”

***

Pause. Back to present.

You interrupt your mother:

“But mom, i don’t care about these details. I want to know how you and daddy fell in love!”

Satine giggles at your comment.

“My dear child, there is a whole context for it that you should be familiar with.”

“Well yes, but I don’t care about politics.” You fold your arms. “However… I have a question. Did father’s Master never consider that he might fall in love with you?”

“What? No, i don’t think so, besides…”

“Don’t you think he was a little dumb? I thought the Jedis were supposed to read the future?”

Satine laughs louder at your remarks. She ruffles your hair and leans to press a kiss on your temple.

“Oh my darling Y/N! Aren’t you smart? But no, I don’t think the Jedis can foresee the future. They may have a feeling about it, though, like a presentiment. But because future is still developing, they can never be entirely sure what is to come since the events may change.”

“And did he never have one about daddy and you? I suppose this Jedi Master was not entirely powerful then.”

You smirk as your mother laughs again at your amusing remarks.

“Dear one, I have to tell your father to stop teaching you sarcasm. It’s sharpening your tongue too much for my taste.”

“You forget I am your daughter too, mama.”

She chuckles.

“Fair enough. Now, may I go back to the story?”

***

Satine’s flashback.

But at first there was a common distrust between Satine and Obi-Wan, notwithstanding the mutual attraction. The reason was that Obi-Wan relied too much in his saber to his actions and to be without it got him to the nerves.

“Are you telling me you don’t trust your Jedi’s abilities?” Satine chuckles. “If you have the Force, to protect me using it will not be difficult.”

Obi-Wan blushed.

“It is not as simple as you might think, Duchess.”

That day he was accompanying her to a tour around the capital.

“Oh? Care to enlighten me?” Satine smiled at him.

“I don’t think you’d be able to understand.” Obi-Wan could not help snapping back.

“Are you underestimating my wit, Obi-Wan Kenobi?”

Their argument was interrupted by the Prime Minister who requested the Duchess’s attention. The Padawan stood by her side every moment, attentive to every move. But sometimes his eyes lingered a little too much in her frame, noticing the color of her hair, her eloquence, her eyes… And when Satine turned at him for some reason, his eyes took notice of the red lipstick on her full lips.

However, every distraction came to an end when he sensed something wrong was about to come.

“Duchess, you have to hide now.” Obi-Wan cut your speech. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

The seriousness in his tone did not let her question him. She had to trust him, so Satine did. The moment she was instructed to get in the canine was the exact an attack was addressed to her ship. It was by this close she was harmed.

Obi-Wan had to manipulate the Force not only to protect the Duchess, but also to counterattack the terrorist forces who attempted against her life. He was joined by the royal squad who was meant to protect her too.

All the while there was a battle happening outside, Satine was scared, a hand on her heavy chest as she could not believe what just happened. Would people go this far to harm her? She blinked away a few tears and composed herself when Obi-Wan showed himself to where she was.

“We have to go back to your household right away. Are you all right, Duchess?” It was when he first softened with her. “You must be shaken. I’m sorry about that.”

He could see her struggle to fight away tears. But it was not until she was safe and sound in her palace that he offered her the solace of his arms. And she wept.

“Must people always choose pride and violence to make their points? Can’t they be civilized?” She sobbed. “Must this be so difficult, Obi-Wan? All I want is peace, the best for my people.”

He rubbed her back, trying not to concentrate so much in her perfume of lavender, nor how she leant into him, her face buried in his shoulder. This was not the time.

“The greatest rulers are often under attack. You are not responsible for what happened but most of people are still plagued in vices to welcome a virtue. Don’t give up hope, Satine.” Obi-Wan lifted her face so their eyes would meet. By doing so, his fingers caressed cheeks and he smiled timidly before the intensity of their locked gaze. “Always follow your heart.”

“I appreciate it. Thank you, Obi-Wan.” Satine smiled at him. She leant into his touch and would lean to kiss him, moved by such an unnamed ignition, had a knock on the door not subtly separated them. Like a startle provoking a sudden awake from dreams, Satine felt numb when forced to part from Obi-Wan’s warmth embrace.

***

Pause. Back to present.

Your eyes are sparkling. This is better than any princess story you’ve ever read.

“So that was when you realized that you loved him and he loved you?” You beam.

Satine smiles at how romantic you are. A dreamer like your mother, as Obi-Wan often tells you when you bring propositions for him to spend more time with her and you than with the old men of the Jedi. She remembers well the day you two talked about it.

“You cannot say your dad’s colleagues are a bunch of old men, dear Y/N. Frankly, is that what you are learning at school?” He shot a glare to Sabine who was cooking pancakes.

“She takes after you, sweetheart.” Sabine told him in between chuckles.

“Honestly, daddy. Why are they more important than us? Peace cannot be achieved outside if you can’t keep in your family”

You didn’t understand why your parents laughed at your words. You blushed.

“What? Why are you laughing?”

Obi-Wan smiled as he leant to kiss your forehead.

“You are such a precocious child, dear Y/nickname. Daddy loves you very much. Daddy promises he will spend more time with you, all right?”

You beamed, very content with the answer you were provided.

“Well, you can say it was the start of something.” Satine smiles at you. “However, it would take some months before we would admit each other how we felt.”

“Why?” You ask your mother. Somehow you seem to expect something more… like the stories you read?

“Because your father is a very slow man.” Satine tells you, making you both burst into laughters.

***

Satine’s flashback.

Six months had passed since Master Qui-Gon Jinn left Obi-Wan Kenobi responsible to protect the Duchess Satine and, in his absence, to provide the bridge between Mandalore and the Senate.

In this period too, Satine and Obi-Wan had overcome the initial rivalry that seemed to arise—only because one disagreed with the other in many subjects concerning the conduct of peace in political affairs—to give place to a much more deeper sentiment. Though there was never difficulty to admit there was an attraction between the pair, to acknowledge something beyond it required going far from where their pride admitted.

It was only the day Obi-Wan saw some men trying to court the Duchess in a royal feast that he felt something he never felt before: jealousy. Satine took notice of his disappearance at her side, which prompted her to a disappointment. However, she soon went after him.

“Ben.” She used the short name she gave him when they were alone. “Why did you leave me? I mean…” Satine feared to look so obvious in her affections so she cleared her throat. “Your Master was precise when he told you not to leave my side.”

Obi-Wan snorts before turning his head at the duchess.

“Honestly, Satine. You are coming with this one? I thought you wit was sharper than that.”

She blushed.

“You often give me half truths, Obi-Wan Kenobi. In case you forgot, I am not a bloody Jedi. You should know better.”

“Half truths?” He scoffed. “Where’d you take this from?”

Satine rolled her eyes.

“Don’t play the cynical to me, Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan side smirked at her.

“Never thought I’d hear you call me that.” He stepped closer to the Duchess.

“All I want is you to be honest with me.” She told him in a whisper. “I don’t want to be apart from you.”

The Padawan softened before the subtle confession. He caressed her cheeks, his eyes lingering at her features and how she leant closer to him. She clearly cared little if they were caught by others. Why should he too?

“I don’t like sharing you.” Obi-Wan whispered close to her ear, resting a hand in her waist. He smiled when seeing she shivered at how close they were to each other.

“Then don’t.”

Satine surprised him by placing her hands around his face and pulled him for a kiss. There was little resistance specially when a tongue snaked through his open mouth. Because of their inexperience, the first kiss was far from gracious, though eventually all seemed to settle well.

“I love you.” Obi-Wan told her at long last. “I don’t want to be ever apart from you.”

Satine smiled at him, resting her forehead against his.

“I love you too, Ben. Promise me you will never leave me.”

“Never.” He said, locking hands with her. “I am and will always be yours.”

“As I am yours.” Satine vowed.

***

Present days.

“That is it?” You exclaim. “What happens next?”

“You did want to know how your father and I fell in love. Here’s the story.” Satine chuckles. “Besides, it is late and you must sleep. Tomorrow is Friday. Don’t forget that you still have class.”

You pout.

“Well can’t you just tell me how he proposed you?”

“Well, your father was never the most romantic of us two. He proposed me when we were in the middle of a fight.” Satine tells you, smiling at your perplexity.

“What?! No way!”

“In his defense, he was tied to the vows of Jedis, my dear.”

“Mama, that doesn’t excuse him from his lack of tact.” The choice of your words makes your mother laugh; she begins to suspect you’ve been reading difficult books to show yourself off again. “What is duty before love?”

“Aren’t you a bright little thing?” Satine beams at you, pressing a gentle kiss over your temple before tucking you in bed. “Now sleep, my daughter. It’s time.”

“Fine.” You smile as you adjust under comfortable blankets. “Good night, mommy.”

“Good night, sweetheart. Sleep well.”

Satine then gives you another goodnight kiss before she turns the light off. Once she closes the door, she is surprised by Obi-Wan.

“So am I not the most romantic of the men?” He chuckles before being engulfed in her arms.

Even after all those years, she feels so silly around him. Satine kisses his cheek before locking hands with her husband.

“Have you been listening for long? Your daughter wanted to see you.”

“I’ve been listening enough.” Obi-Wan smirks. “Besides, I didn’t want to intrude. I suspect Y/N might go wide awake if she saw me.”

Satine laughs quietly.

“I fear this may be true. But I thought you’d come until Saturday?”

“Been released off my duties earlier.” He is leading the way to their quarters. “I have actually a few good news to tell.”

“Yeah?” Satine gives a long glance at her husband. “What is it?”

“First, we do not have to hide anymore. I made the choice of leaving the order when Master Yoda and I come to an agreement. I would be released of my vows all the whilst I keep the seat at the council.” He smiles warmly at her reaction. “And second: the Skywalkers are visiting us this week. Anakin is bringing the twins.”

Satine beams delightedly at the news.

“Oh my! I wasn’t expecting neither!” She laughs. “Such great news, my love!”

“Yes, I think so too.” Obi-Wan pulls her gently against him. “And now let me show you how much I’ve missed my wife.”

She gives him a sly smirk before leaning to kiss his lips.

“I’ve missed you too, husband.”

***

Epilogue.

“Wow! You do pilot fast!” You hear Luke say as you two play the video games all the while Leia is rolling her eyes.

“Of course I do!” You chuckle. “Look what I can do!”

“Can’t we play something else?” Leis complains. “I am bored. Luke, why did you have to pick the video game again?!”

“I have an idea!” You pause the video game. “Let us play hide and seek!”

“Great idea!” Leia beams. “I want to start counting this time because I am very good at this.”

You and Luke exchange glances and giggle. All the while the three of you start a new game, Anakin and Obi-Wan are watching the children, beers in hand as they make the barbecue. The women are inside doing something else—probably gossiping about the recent scandal involving some Senator.

“Luke seems to have taken a like on Y/N.” Anakin remarks, amused. “And she seems to correspond. You know, Obi-Wan, I think our family will grow closer than we expect.”

Obi-Wan sighs at Anakin as he laughs his ass off.

“Why, in the name of the Maker, are you giving me a headache before the time? Lord knows you never grant me peace.” He smirks, playfully patting the younger male’s shoulder.

But as their gaze follow to where you and Luke hide, Anakin smirks too and says:

“I have a good feeling about this, though.”

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