#all of his core/required shots? free

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

what would they look like as villains? I know that some have canonical versions, but I would like to see your intropritation (let's be honest, for most - the evil alterego is an exact copy, but only with a slightly modified color palette and frowning eyebrows)

(I'm sorry for my English)

oh, this was a wonderful ask to get on the eve of spooky month ;D im not god at villain (re)design but it was a fun thinking exercise! (also im assuming you were asking about HoMies xD so)

I mean, there is only so much one can do to remake protagonists into villains and yet still have them remain recognizable, so no wonder evil!versions often are just recolor/frowny sort, but I tried my best to be creative ;D

(and your english is alright! no worries)

also while you can imagine them being as villanous as you want in these designs, there are some little blurbs/backstories i made up for myself as I tried to design them, if you are interested (they are various shades of dark, since you know, tragic backstory and all that lol):

Kim Possible - Hero for Hire turned Mercenary for Money - Kim is widely known for her profeciency in hand-to-hand and quick thinking when on the jobs, but one time something went terribly wrong. Maybe client info was unreliable, or a freak accident, but as the result both Kim and Ron got hurt, leaving Ron in a hospital permanently, and Kim with scars and trauma. After that the girl who worked on favors and rides lost her trust/belief in goodness of people, becoming jaded by reality of a job she accidently found herself in. Kim changed into someone very cold and calculated, someone who started taking jobs that required using serious weapons instead of gadgets, and more importantly getting paid, so she could support her best friend (who is in coma and thus unable to influence this downwards spiral Kim find herself in).

(in contrast to canon!Kim's free flowing hair, she ties it back in order to never be distracted in crucial moment. has a lot of new scars due to more dangerous jobs. i still cant decide if she kills with her weapons or not, but she certainly learned to hurt people. also a very complicated relationship with Shego, since Kim is also a mercenary now, but Shego still remembers that girl she was and is conflicted about this new Kim)

Danny Fenton/Phantom - Ghostly Hero turned Ice Prince - s3e6 Urban Jungle turned out differently, when in the end, defeating Undergrowth, meant also hurting everyone he had been connected to at that moment (level of hurt depends on your preference for angst i guess lol), but anyway, Danny horrified by what he have done (and with memory of Dan still haunting him), still technically unstable with his Ice Powers, flees back into the Ghost Zone to the one place he knows he won't be able to hurt anyone. Sequestering himself in the Far Frozen, he goes full Elsa, and become a remote Ice Prince, that even Far Frozen Yetis are still nervous around, with his only contact being Frostbite. Slowly he wastes away, freezing from his powers not only physically but also like emotionally.

(fun (?) tidbit: fur on his new snow cape/coat is from yetis, unfortunate to wander too close to ice prince. so there are a bunch of partially bald yetis in far frozen lol. Danny is constantly covered in bits of ice and frost, since his ice powers are unstable due to emotional damage. Danny's crown is not a conscious choice, but rather a manifestation of Far Frozen starting to bond with Danny's ice core to become his lair and also sort of recognizing Danny as future Ghost King.)

Jake Long - American Dragon Guardian turned Corrupted by Dark Magic Dragon - Series Finale The Hong Kong Longs, ended differently, when Dark Dragon left a parting shot before he was inprisoned for another Millennium. Since meeting Jake, Dark Dragon has been interested in aquiring him as minion/apprentice(?), and had been steadily trying to sway him to his side. But as he lost he made a last ditch attempt, infecting Jake with Dark Magic. As the result, Jake now cannot control his Dragon Form, being steadily consummed by the Darkness and turning more Draconic as time passes, until he will become full Dragon all the time and under the thrall of Darkness. The change is harsh and as the result Jake falls into violent moments during which he hurt his loved ones that fight to keep him from changing. In one of his more lucid moments, Jake flees to hide away in order not to hurt anyone.

(it seems an interesting thought to expand on the possiblity that the Dragon form can overwhelm the human part and that it would associate with dark magic to succumb to its baser instincts, and also would be a great opening to all those wonderful draconic fan headcanons fandom made about Jake lol)

Ben Tennyson - Hero Wielder of Omnitrix turned Corrupted/Hacked Ultimatrix Unstable User - During Alien Force Ben tried multiple times to hack/meddle with Omnitrix settings, and when he continuously tried the same with Ultimatrix in Ultimate Alien, something has gone wrong. Ultimatrix has bonded deep into Ben's DNA and body, and now every change is felt acutely, not to mention the alien perceptions are now unfiltered and Ben recieves the raw experience of being a different speices/state. It comes to a point when it start to mess with his mind, only made worse by Dagon's reemergence and all the enemies. In the final showdown of Ultimate Enemy goes differently, how? no idea (again depends on your preference level of angst lol). But as the result, Ben, unstable and a little crazy, is on the run with his corrupted Ultimatrix, his reputation in tatters and is considered dangerous by Plumbers.

(i had a little extra idea of Omniverse continuation, where new Plumber Rook Blonko, now has to hunt his hero turned crazy tragic villain Ben Tennyson. Very emotional and angsty (and a bit gay lol), where Rook continuously trying to unsuccessfully catch crazy Ben and convince him to let Azimuth and plumbers to help him.)

Juniper Lee - Youngest Te Xuan Zhe turned Corrupted/Fallen Te Xuan Zhe - in this case in Out of the Past, what Ah-Mah Jasmine feared about Fallen Te Xuan Zhe Kay Yee managing to corrupt Jun has sort of came to pass. After defeating Kai Yee, being touched by the overwhelming power of Magical Elders has left its mark on Jun, as well as Kai Yee's words and Jasmine's initial fear about/distrust in Jun (she is like 11-12 people, it would FUCK HER UP MENTALLY???). As Jun goes through her rebellious teen phase, the unfairness of her trapped position as protector and the demands of it, grates on her more and more, and she finds refuge in studying magic. As the result, her magical ability grows and as her desire for freedom, and the smallest seed of corruption from the events of Out of the Past grow too. So in the end, Jun learns magic to wield it , like Kai Yee, but unlike Kai Yee, not just for battle, but for personal goal of freeing herself and any future Te Xuan Zhe of her family line.

(fun tidbit, Jun doesn't continue to dye her hair pink, instead she uses blood from battle ;D morbid i know but i couldnt help it i like the imagery of her passing her bloody hands through the white part to paint it. she has lightning scars all over her body, that appear only when she uses magic - a manifestation of her brush with orb of magic elders.)

Rex Salazar - Last Hope Against EVO turned Contained and Controlled Weapon of Providence - Rex's return 6 months after Breach transported him and his introduction to Black Knight goes very differently. Instead of prolonged mind games, Black Knight just imprisons Rex pretty much right away while he is vulnerable, content to attempt to trigger Rex's amnesia ad use the mind-control collar, to turn him into her mindless weapon. She was sorta successful? But with Ceaser on the inside, he managed, with the help of Six and Holiday, to free Rex, even if it was too late to save his mind. As the result, whatever reeducation Rex suffered from Black Knights left him instinctively reacting with force and in defense. The whole last part of the season goes very differently in this state, and the finale also ends differently, with Rex, overwhelmed with power of Omega Nanite (God) but in no mind to actually control it. So in the end he is forced to be contained as his friends and family try to figure out how to save him.

(the angst of mind-controlled Rex is something I enjoy, but since he canonically is immune to it, the idea of an induced amnesiac episode seemed like a best bet for this one, but with like double the angst since Six&Holiday would have to struggle not only with Rex being turned into amind-controlled weapon but also him not knowing them)

Randy Cunningham - Chosen Norrisvile Ninja turned Disgraced/Fallen Ex-Ninja - relatively early in his career, after accidently releasing Tengu and Howard getting possesed by it, Randy makes an ultimate sacrifice by burning the Ninja Mask in order to defeat Tengu. However, he didn't expect that Tengu-possesed Howard to be sealed away together and the Ninja title being taken away from him for his reckless (even if noble) decision. Frantic, because he lost two important parts of his life, his best friend and heroic purpose, Randy tries to get the reborn mask back, but it, along with the Ninjanomicon were spirited away by the Messenger to pass on to another candidate. And thus starts Randy's panicked downward spiral and frantic attempts to get back the mask in order to free Howard. Since he still has his memories, Randy trains to become a better fighter. He knows he has to fight the new ninja for the mask, since he believes the Ninjanomicon would advice strongly against New Ninja helping Randy free Howard. In school He becomes known as resident outcast with bad reputation who lost his best friend under suspicious circumstances, and magical underbelly of Norrisville another antagonist for the Ninja to battle. However he still retains an odd sense of honor about Ninja (because he was one) so when opportunities to team up with Sorcerer, McFist, Sorcereress come up, he either ignores them or uses them for his own goal. The closest thing to hit home for him was when Mac Antfee also tried to get mask back, but for his own selfish purposes unlike Randy, well, lets just say Randy was pissed.

(i feel bad since i practically nipped Randy's career right on the bud, unlike others, but this one felt like a good turning villain opportunity unlike season finale. also! the idea of Randy beng an antagonist to the next ninja, while struggling with his own goodness and desire to save Howard is incredibly interesting to me lol. also he got scars from Tengu)

Zak Saturday - Heroic Fighter for Cryptids turned Cryptid Kur re-Reborn - the last episode, where Argost took powers of Kur and subsequently Zak died for about 3 minutes, Zak didn't reawaken unscathed. Kur is not only powers to control Cryptids, it was a person once, and after Zak died and was ressurected, a part of Kur has come forth, because some part of Zak has been lost in his death. A changed Zak Saturday worries his family, with him being quiet and introspective, not to mention pale/golden eyed and slightly zombie-like from his brush with death. Inside, parts of Zak the Kid and Kur the Olden Cryptid mesh and mix, leaving this new Zak struggling with who he is. As time passes however, Zak the Kid is slowly loosing the battle with a much more powerful older part of the soul of Kur (it wouldnt normally happen but Zak the Kid lost a significant part of his spirit when he died, which was filled with Kur) slowly regain his abilities (like in TGAS). At some point a change happens, and Zak retreats from his family, starting to wander the world as two parts of him struggle for dominance.

(fun tidbit! Zak's outfit is the same from his future vision of him overtaking the world as Kur, it seemed approrpiate lol. Also for some reason I kept thinking of Van Kleiss (from Generator Rex) when designing evil!Zak. they kinda have the same vibe)

Jenny XJ-9 Wakeman - Robotic Hero of Earth turned Robotic Overlord - this is a bit of mixed influences from different points: in season finale Dr. Locust turns Dr. Wakeman's creation against her; Jenny's Older Brother Armagedroid; Vexus attempt to sway Jenny to her fellow robots side; the whole year where Jenny was mind-controlled by a bratty kid and everyone feared her and even her mother planned to create a new XJ-10 in order to defeat her; and also a bit random but that one time Jenny pretended to be a villain Ruby Rocket (hence the red color scheme with bits of Armagedroid/Cluster designs). I have a bit less clear timeline for this, but lets just say its gradual and that at some point a lot of manipulations Jenny suffered turned her against humanity and their use of her robotic brethern. While she does not desire to destroy humanity like her brother, she certainly lost her trust in it, and after a manipulation one time too many, she snaps, turns into a leveled up version of Ruby Rocket/Anti-hero persona, she takes her sisters and leaves to Cluster, where Vega welcomes her. Jenny still protects Earth, but admittingly from afar and in a more evil way I guess?? She loves her mother, but she struggles with Dr Wakeman's previous disregard of her siblings and just callous regard to her creations (Wakeman can be cold/serious/to-the point, without Jenny constantly reminding her that she wants to be like a normal girl).

(Jenny was the hardest, because I couldnt find a clear point of turning in the series for her, so I decided to go with gradual change of mind about humanity sort of deal.)

oof this turned a bit long lol, thank you anyone who read through this clusterfuck! As you can see i sort of went with 'Were a Hero - tragically turned Anti-Hero due to circumstances' kind of vibe, since Im just unable to imagine these guys be like trully horrible evil villains (and this way is more angsty, since, like Fallen Heroes and all that). Im not that creative lol. Anyway, i hope you were as entertained as i was when creating this haha ;D

#que? #hom au q&a #kim possible #danny phantom #jake long #ben tennyson #juniper lee #rex salazar #randy cunningham #zak saturday #jenny xj9 #american dragon jake long #secret saturdays #the life and times of juniper lee #rc9gn #mlaatr #ben 10 #my life as a teenage robot #generator rex #hom au #i mean sorta? its just about homie characters but very au/evil aus??? lol no necesserily a hom!au au #i spent an embarassingly long time trying to put my thoughts about all of them into writing xD #there is a reason i prefer to draw than to write lol. im not very good at it

[gorbalsvampire]

Hey so obviously the clanbooks help flesh out the clans, but which clans do you think benefit the most from their clanbooks? Not necessarily powers, but the flavor. The details.

So this one took me a while, because I had to go back and look at the Revised edition clanbooks and refresh my memory on them. I'm mostly a Revised goblin, although Cappadocians never had a Revised clanbook so I dipped my toes into second there.

Also, for a Clanbook to be good, it has to be helpful in playing the clan, and more interested in that than delivering metaplot. This is why Clanbook Giovanni, though dear to my heart, is Not A Good One, because it's so mired up in shuttering Wraith: the Oblivion and the associated plot events. This is why Clanbook Cappadocian is bad, because it is shot through with "here to go" foreshadowing of the clan's downfall and doesn't do enough on establishing what they did in Cainite society at the height of their power.

Brujah: almost no mechanics, almost all history and perspectives. The Brujah suffer from an identity crisis - rootless between the classical era and the twentieth century, their history really feels like the history of the Anarch tendency, and their customs the heart of the movement as it is tonight. But for sheer detail - giving itself the breathing room to talk about how the Brujah work within their sects and contexts - I think this is one of the good ones despite its lack of substance. Telling that Justin wrote it.

Gangrel: this one locks arms with the Ravnos and walks down history together, embedding two underdeveloped clans in each other. The Gangrel come off better, because they're not starting from "[insert slur here] vampires" as a concept, and because the narrative voice of their book is curious and intelligent and refuses to take anything at face value. The core concept of the Gangrel is "Wolverine with fangs" - I'm being reductive, but "brooding animalistic outsider, bad team player, best there is at snikting all the bubs" - the point is that dragging Gangrel into a coterie with anyone else and making them functional involves dragging them away from what their "clan culture" is all about.

Weirdly, I think this Clanbook does more for the Sabbat Gangrel, simply by running through the Paths and showing how the Gangrel can integrate with them. Bloodlines are mostly stupid, mechanical impact for animal flaws reifies the clan curse in a good way (kinda similar to the contemporary Malkavians). There's a lot here but none of it makes me want to play a Gangrel, for some reason. I suspect it's that the core fantasy isn't really one that interests me, and if I'm going to play that hard against type, I'd rather start from a different base altogether.

Lasombra: the throughline of Lasombra history delivered through a series of in-character lectures is a neat device, foregrounding the contradictions better than usual. Likewise, the detailed depiction of Lasombra Embrace and education protocol and internal factions builds explicitly and confidently on the corebook's limited vision and their role within the Sabbat. The dot by dot breakdown on Obtenebration teaches you how to play one systemically and how to ST around this overtly supernatural Discipline and more of the books need to do that. One of the better suites of premade characters, too (and the Student of the Abyss is a dead ringer for my first girlfriend). It's been a long time but I think this is the book that made me like the Lasombra as a clan rather than a power set and story function.

Also:

Sabbat are not wholly their own masters. No vampire stands altogether free to choose his behavior, thanks to the Beast and the fundamental requirements of vampiric survival. The Sabbat makes matters worse with its beliefs and practices, which repeatedly push participants into acts that erode conscience (and Conscience). When you play a Sabbat vampire, you take on a distinct set of challenges. It’s not necessarily more “adult” or “sophisticated” than any other sort of vampire, nor is it automatically more “juvenile” or “indulgent.” Sabbat exist within tighter boundaries than most independent or Camarilla vampires. Not everything you’d like to have your character do, or that he would plausibly want to do, is actually within reach.

Because some of us really do need telling.

Malkavian: for sheer style, for refuting the kookiness and fae nonsense and artsy layout of the second edition volume, for actually being substantively useful in playing the clan, this one makes the grade. Has one of the best metaplot beats with the antitribu's grand justification for mass Embrace and thinning the blood. New Derangements, better than the ones in the core book if I'm honest, especially the specifically vampiric ones that move away from "playing something straight out of the DSM."

I'm going to mention powers again here though - I wish the Revised devs had caught on to the idea of alternative powers at lower level, as some of this stuff (like Babble) shouldn't have "be seventh generation, i.e. not a starting PC, i.e. probably having done a diablerie to 'level up'" as their prerequisite. Weakest part. Also, I love the Moirai. Favourite brood. Probably sold me on my love of brood coteries.

Nosferatu: I like that a Nosferatu calls out Kindred history on its Eurocentrism! And much like the Gangrel, this book gives you some hooks to hang your clan weakness on - Merits and Flaws that reify aspects of the Nosferatu aesthetic. I don't think these are all necessary, but they are cool. A similar breakdown of Discipline usage to the Lasombra, again showing and telling how to Nosferatu as well as what is Nosferatu. That's the distinction with the good Clanbooks, I think - they remain focused on playability and using these ideas rather than just telling you about cool shit. I want to play a Nosferatu after I've read this book.

Dishonourable mention: Tremere. The Tremere Clanbook doubles down on a central bugaboo with the clan - if their hierarchy is sevens and sevens and sevens all the way down, your city should be crawling with Tremere. To have all these internal agendas and subfactions represented in a meaningful way - same. I'm aware of Grician bias, I hate the 1:100,000 "rule" with the force and fire of a thousand suns, but this book really needed to show you how one or two isolated Tremere work and it fails to deliver.

Tzimisce: I don't like how overcooked this clan is, with its Koldunic Sorcery and its Old Clan and its revenant families and its two different versions of "your signature discipline is a disease" that are both high concept shit far removed from Playing Your Lil' Guy - but that material undeniably exists and if you want to refer to it... well, isn't half of it in the Sabbat guide? I don't know where I stand on this one, but Tzimisce fans generally want as much as possible to chew on and there's More In Here.

Ventrue: Much like the Brujah and the anarchs, a lot of what the Ventrue have going on under the hood can be read "as above, so below" with the Camarilla as a sect. To know one is to half understand the other. The Ventrue codify the unwritten social rules of their sect, or rather their sect unknowingly imitates the code that organises the Ventrue.

The difference, as ever, is that the conservative and hierarchical side of the coin is much easier to detail than "imagine your way out of authoritarianism", and as such Clanbook: Ventrue has a great deal more direct, didactic, actionable material in it than the broad and vague concepts of the Rabble. Titles, organisation, spheres of influence, clear lines through the medieval to the corporate: read this one.

There is more to the Ventrue than you ever imagined - so much that they almost fall into the same hole as the Tremere do, but they don't have the hard number for the brain to latch onto and worry at. Even now, I'm describing this very good and self contained Clanbook by comparison to its peers - that's how the Ventrue get away with it.

I'm not just saying this to blow smoke up @biomechanicaltomato's ass, either. It's genuinely one of the best books; I think only Lasombra and perhaps Gangrel and Nosferatu are on the same level, and in very different ways.

#vtm #vampire the masquerade #clanbooks #meta #opinion post #thanks for asking! #ventrue #lasombra #gangrel #nosferatu #tremere #malkavian #tzimisce #brujah

[theycallmebun]

kuroo the kemist

alternative title: to question or not to question

kuroo tetsuro x fem! reader

w/c: 1570+

genre: fluff

warnings: none:)

summary: kuroo is a scientist and he questions everything. y/n comes along and he thinks he's found the one thing he doesn't need to question.

as a self-proclaimed scientist, it is only second nature that kuroo questions absolutely everything. when he was a kid, his parents would never hear the end of it, him always asking what’s this or what’s that. and why was that that and why was this this. 

when he grew older, his consistent questioning was passed on to his teachers and professors. he was dying to get to the very core of amphoterism– “reactivity of a substance with both acids and bases, acting as an acid in the presence of a base and as a base in the presence of an acid” (Britanicca). As the courses he was taking advanced, his questioning became more intense as there were so many more things being covered.

kuroo’s passion for the subject is one of the many things that led you to fall for him. you also knew it was a great excuse to get to spend time with him, asking him to tutor you and help you study for the next midterm! 

when you first worked up the courage to ask him to help you with the prelab assignment, he was elated to work on it with you, because it wouldn’t really be work for him now would it? kuroo was also excited to help the cute girl who sat behind him… 

he remembers how it happened like it was yesterday. 

.•° ✿ °•.

you tapped on his shoulder after the professor dismissed you guys after lecture, and when he turned around to face you, your eyes were filled with determination. 

“excuse me, kuroo-san, but i was wondering if you could help me with the prelab assignment before our next class? if you can’t–”

“i would love to, y/n!” he answers immediately. “are you free right now? i’m done with all my classes for today and i was on my way to the library.”

“yes, now is perfect,” you respond. 

you were only shy for a short while because he was that easy to be around. he never made you feel bad about not knowing certain things, and was able to explain them to you in ways that were never demeaning. when the assignment was finished and it was time to wait until the next class to see him, he asked you for your number. 

“if you’re comfortable, i would love to exchange numbers. i had a lot of fun doing this and i would love to help you with more chemistry assignments if you ever need,” he whispered to you.  

you hastily pulled out your phone from your back pocket to hand to him to put in his number. he typed in his contact information and shot himself a text so he could save your number in his phone. 

from: maybe y/n

-this is y/n!

“got it,” he announced. then he saved your number from there. 

after your session in the library, he was nice enough to walk you home after, considering it had gotten so dark and he didn’t want anything bad happening to you. it made the butterflies in your stomach go off like crazy. on the walk back to your place, the two of you were able to get to know each other more, asking the questions you do when you want to get to know someone. from what you learned, he also has a deep affinity for volleyball, dare i say deeper than his affinity for chemistry. you also learn about the friends he has made through volleyball, his favorite color, his favorite animal, and probably a lot of his other favorite things. he could say that he learned a lot about you, too. about how you had to talk chemistry this semester to fulfill a general requirement which is why you struggle the most in that class out of all of them. some other things to list that he’d learned about you were your passion for music even though you weren’t pursuing it, your favorite color, animal, and more of your favorite things. 

the both of you found yourselves sad when the walk to your house was over and wished it could have been a little longer. 

“thank you so much for your help today, kuroo-san. i really appreciate it,” you told him with utmost sincerity. 

“any time, y/n. let me know if you ever need help with anything else and i’ll be glad to.”

once you bid your ‘goodbye’s, you hoped and prayed you would need help with next week’s prelab assignment.   

lo and behold, not only the prelab assignment was a challenge, but the weekly writing assignment almost felt foreign to you. there was no way you could do this without kuroo’s help. 

to: kuroo tetsuro

-so sorry to bother you but can you help me with the prelab assignment again? 

from: kuroo tetsuro

-of course! how’s tuesday from 4pm-6pm?

to: kuroo tetsuro

-sounds good!

it kind of just took off from there. 

.•° ✿ °•.

over time, these study sessions became a weekly routine. every tuesday and thursday from four to six o’clock were dedicated hours to the two of you chalking it up about chemistry and whatever else came up. you became comfortable enough to give him updates about what was going on in your life and he did the same. like kuroo did everything, he questioned you. you liked being questioned because you felt like it meant that he cared. which wasn’t wrong. he really did care. 

why did you buy your chem notebook in red when science is the color green? what are you having for dinner later? do you have any more homework to do? how did you pick your major?... what are your plans this weekend? 

he would always ask that last question with hope, hoping you would say you had nothing to do and would die of boredom so then he could come rescue you from said boredom, because he knows you enjoy his company as much as he does yours. kuroo knew he was down bad when you told him you were busy, going out and doing all the other things college students do on weekends, and that response made him sad. made his tummy curl up in an unfamiliar and uncomfortable way. you are just so pretty, he knew for a fact that you could be swept up at any moment. and who knows, maybe you thought him a nerd for being so passionate about mostly chemistry. 

one faithful day, however, when he asked you what your plans were for the weekend, you gave the greatest answer of telling him you were doing absolutely nothing. not letting the opportunity pass itself by, he looks at you with determination, much like you did that one day you asked him for help, and said, 

“y/n.” 

“yes?”

“would you like to go out with me this weekend?” 

you could not believe your ears. mouth open, jaw on floor. 

“are you being serious,” you deadpanned. 

“the most serious i have ever been in my entire life, y/n.”

still shocked, jaw still on floor, you couldn’t help but stare at him for a minute or two… or five. 

“y/n?”

after blinking back into what’s the reality of kuroo tetsuro asking you out on a date, you give your answer.

“i would love to go out with you this weekend, kuroo-san.” 

now his mouth is open. jaw on floor because he cannot believe that you agreed to go out with him. after kind of just staring at each other for a little bit, he cleared his throat and was ready to speak again. 

“oh wow, ok, i did not prepare for this scenario to come this far,” curse him! “i can pick you up at your place on saturday at 5? does that sound good?” 

“ok,” you blush the tiniest bit, but kuroo picks up on the cutest shade of pink that lightly dusts your face. 

.•° ✿ °•.

after many a date, kuroo has come to learn many more things about you. he learns that your favorite flower changes with your mood– when you’re sad, you seek cosmos, when you’re happy, you seek dahlias, when you’re stressed, you seek poppies. he also learns that your favorite food changes with the weather, you’re always cold so he always carries another jacket, and a lot of other things that can’t bother to be listed by the author right now. 

when you guys had been dating for a few months, he learned that he loves you. probably always has and always will. after observing, he thinks you have learned to love him, too. he can feel it the way you gently caress the hand you’re holding on the walk back to your home. the way you text him “good morning” and “good night.” the way you still ask about chemistry even though you passed the godforsaken class and are not obligated to ever deal with it again. 

stopping in front of your door to drop you off, he guides your hand so that your bodies are facing one another and plants the softest kiss on your plush lips. the feeling still has you in shambles even though you guys have been kissing for almost as long as you have been dating. 

“i love you,” he confessed. 

“and i love you, tetsu’ ,” you return with ease. 

and that is the one thing kuroo will never need to question.

a/n: this spiraled so far, i am so sorry 💀

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! #haikyuu scenarios #kuroo x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu fanfiction #nekoma #kuroo tetsuro x reader

[jamespotterthefirst]

Return to the Coast

Book: Open Heart, book 2

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende)

Word count: 950

Rating: E

Prompt: “Why are you covering up? I have already seen everything.”

Warning: Strong Language and NS*FW content. Please use discretion and caution when viewing this work. By viewing of this work, you consent that you are 18+

Summary: They are back in Miami where their first kiss happened. This time, they are free to do what they longed to do that night. Note: Thank you @trappedinfanfiction for sending the prompt!

“Did you hide the Gatsby theme from me because you were hoping to get out of wearing the suspenders?”

Lilac, clad in a lush bathrobe, sits on their hotel bed, the contents of both of their suitcases sprawled all over the expensive sheets. She inspects a beaded number with clinical scrutiny before returning her attention to the ensuite door. The gentle patter of shower water is her only reply. 

“Because you should know by now that I will never pass up an opportunity to stay on theme.”

“I didn’t tell you about the theme because it was so trivial to me that I completely forgot about it.”

“Lucky for you, I'm a big shot doctor and I get the newsletter now.”

“I wouldn't deem that lucky.”

“My new career status or your inevitable Jay Gatsby fate?” 

“Both. You earned your current career through hard work. I wouldn't call that luck.”

His deep, lush voice echoes around the tile. 

“And as for the Gatsby costume, I'm wearing a suit and calling it a day.”

“And the hat. You're wearing the hat.”

“Absolutely not.”

She opens her mouth to reply, intent on kindling what promised to be banter characteristic to them. However, she completely forgets her reply. 

At that moment, Ethan’s glistening frame emerges from the shower and her attention is completely stolen. Through the bathroom mirror, she can see the hard planes and deep valleys that sculpt his body. They are not alien to Lilac— her hands, lips, tongue, eyes were very familiar with each— but he was still a sight to behold. He fastens a towel around his waist and then—

Striking blue eyes meet hers through the glass in a flash.

Despite all the time that has passed, she feels like the same lovestruck intern she used to be all those years ago. Unlike the first time, Ethan holds her gaze and a crooked smirk tugs at his lips ever so slightly. 

“Enjoying the view, Rookie?”

The glint in his eyes is equal parts playful and daring. He no doubt sees the blush burning her skin and enjoys it. If Lilac knows anything about him, it’s the devilish, smug side of him that emerges whenever he has this effect on her. 

“Partly,” she challenges. Very deliberately, her eyes fall from his eyes down to his chest to the hard muscle of his abdomen. They finally rest on the knot securing the towel to his waist. “Why are you covering up? I have already seen everything.”

It’s his turn to blush. It’s a subtle bloom of colors kissing his neck and cheeks but it’s still satisfying. He doesn’t miss a beat, though. Something dark settles in his eyes as he takes the bait.

“I have to keep things challenging for you.”

“You’re going to make me work for it, Ramsey?”

She’s on her feet now, slowly padding toward him. Ethan holds her gaze all the way through, azure eyes darkening more with each of her steps. 

“I’ll be the one working you, Allende.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Their noses are inches apart, which requires Lilac lifting herself on her tiptoes. 

“Yes. I'm going to work you so hard you're going to forget about that theme.”

He kisses her with such intensity that she is almost knocked off her feet. Though the loss of her balance could've been by his words, uttered in that low, baritone voice that makes her core melt. Either way, Ethan's strong arms catch her as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. 

“We're going to be late,” she whispers in between kisses.

 It's not a protest but a dizzy acknowledgement. 

“I don't give a damn.”

He has her perched on the edge of the counter now, his hands getting lost under her robe. 

“Good,” she replies but the word is a moan as his fingers tug on the lace of her panties. They're on the floor moments later. Her bathrobe, bra, and his towel follow suit shortly after. 

“You're so beautiful,” he mutters, kissing the tops of her breasts. He continues to tease them, the rough scruff of his beard making her shiver. Lilac moans, arching her body into his mouth. His tongue expertly brings her to the brink. 

“Mmm, give it to me, Ethan,” she begs. 

He obliges. 

Eyes holding her gaze, he enters her slowly. They both moan, staying still long enough to relish the feeling of her body accommodating him. Then, he begins to move, making good on his dark promise with every delicious stroke. Their collective moans echo around the marble. It doesn't take long for his powerful body to bring her close. 

“Oh, God!” she cries, nails digging into his back. 

Ethan grunts and she can feel he is close too. A few more rough strokes and they're both crying out, bodies quivering. When the high is over, he meets her eyes and gives her a lazy smile. 

“What?” 

“It's a good feeling.”

Lilac raises her brows. “I really hope so, Ramsey.”

He laughs. “Not just that.”

Before she can reply, he kisses her. 

“I mean being in Miami. It's a good feeling being back with you.”

This time, she matches his smile, feeling the sun itself radiate from her chest. 

“I agree. It's good to be back where it all started. Though things are definitely different now.”

Smile growing more radiant, she raises her right hand to demonstrate. The golden bathroom light makes the engagement ring glitter. Ethan takes her hand and gently presses a kiss to it. 

“Indeed,” he agrees. “And I can finally openly say what I longed to say that night on the balcony.”

Lilac already knows but she asks anyway. 

“And what is that?” 

His soft lips meet hers in a tender kiss. 

“I love you.”

***

Note: Thank you so much for reading! I hope to be back reading and writing in the next few days 🩷

#Open Heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices #ns*fw

[thepapergirlandthespiegelman]

Hazbin Hotel isn't good, I just really wish it was

And so I bit the apple, and evil spilled forth into the world

This review contains spoilers for Hazbin Hotel.

I wasn't going to watch Hazbin Hotel. I've always gotten kind of a negative vibe from it ever since it first appeared on my radar years ago. It's hard to pinpoint exactly what put me off it when so little content had even been released, but I guess it just struck me as very crude and "edgy" in this juvenile and kind of offensive way; plus I had heard some vague criticisms that the creator was a not-so-great person, though I wasn't sure how true those rumors were.

But since the Amazon show came out in January, the algorithm has been pestering me nonstop to watch this show with advertisements, memes, recommended videos.

It makes some sense; as someone who enjoys both Lucifer and Disney princesses, you might think that I'm the target audience of this show. And there's not a huge amount of crossover between those two groups, so if I won't watch it, who the hell will?

So after seeing some stuff that intrigued me, I finally decided to give the show a shot and at least watch the stuff available for free (that's the pilot, episode 1, and the first 10 minutes of episode 2). This review is based on that content as well as other clips, the soundtrack, and what I've read online about the story going forward. If that makes this review null and void to you, feel free to stop reading. I generally like to experience the entirety of a thing before reviewing it, but I'm not eager to throw money at Amazon without cause, and in this case, I feel that a lot can be said based solely on this limited content.

My initial impression? To be honest, I was pleasantly surprised. Maybe that's because my expectations were through the floor, but it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought. Both the pilot and the Amazon series have serious problems, but they have some strengths as well, in my opinion.

Starting with the pilot: I'll admit that it presents a very cruel, ugly world full of frankly unrealistically shitty people. The humor is juvenile and often tasteless. The dialogue can be pretty clunky, and the "insults" levied are often so pathetic that hearing them oscillates between boring and infuriating. The worldbuilding is poorly conveyed and hard to follow.

But if you can get past all that, and I acknowledge that that's a big ask, there are some interesting things about this pilot.

Angel Dust is an interesting character. One of the things I really can't stand is when media portray literally everyone as evil, but even in the pilot, it's made pretty clear that Angel Dust is not actually a bad person. First off, what exactly are his "sins"? Being gay and doing porn? Sure, he shows the capacity to be at least somewhat mean and violent, but you can tell from his interactions with Charlie, Vaggie, and Cherri Bomb that he's not actually malicious or sadistic. In the limo, he says, "I owed my girl buddy a solid; isn't that a 'redeeming quality'? Helping friends with stuff?" And like...he's correct! Vaggie dismisses this out of hand, but it shows that Angel Dust is able to care about other people, and this is reinforced later when he almost goes to comfort Charlie but gives up. There's a setup here for a story about someone who is good at their core but looks bad, either because they engage in behaviors that are socially taboo even if they're not actually harmful (e.g. homosexuality, sex work) or because they engage in behaviors that are actually bad (e.g. being mean and violent), but only because those behaviors are normalized or arguably required by their environment (I mean, what was he supposed to do? Just let his friend get blown up?). It would be genuinely interesting to see Charlie and Vaggie reckon with their own biases and black-and-white view of morality and come to see the good in Angel Dust, and then to see how Angel Dust might grow and change as a person when he actually feels seen and respected.

Alastor also has a lot of potential. His design and theming are genuinely interesting, a mix of ancient horned beast and 1930s transatlantic accented radio presenter. He's clearly a character intended to elicit intense fear, which means he can serve as an exploration of what scares us most. The "radio" theme presents some really intriguing ideas for this exploration. Alastor represents something that can be heard but not seen; not only this, but he can't even really be heard. We only hear his voice through the low-fidelity transmission of a radio, suggesting that what we're perceiving is at least a bit off from reality, somehow inauthentic, and that makes us wonder what horrors could be lurking in that gap.

It's obvious to me that Angel Dust and Alastor are the strongest characters in the show. Charlie feels like a cardboard cutout by comparison, and Vaggie is totally devoid of flavor. Angel Dust makes far more sense as a protagonist, so why does the show center around Charlie?

Hazbin Hotel feels like a show centered around a gimmicky premise: what if Disney princess, but in Hell? Ooh, how subversive, how funny! But it doesn't really know what to do with that premise. It doesn't really know who Charlie is, and it doesn't really know what Hell is. But it does know who Angel Dust is and who Alastor is, or at least it has the spark needed for those ideas to blossom into fully-developed characters, so why not start there?

Moving on to episode 1 of the Amazon series. Immediately, I was surprised by the direction in which they took the show. Based on the pilot, one of my biggest concerns was that the show would be solely about individual self-improvement and "redemption" and fail to address the systemic/environmental problems that are the ultimate cause of evil. I figured the show would likely center around individual sinners trying to improve themselves and then, after the necessary amount of struggle and conflict, they would succeed and prove to both Heaven and Hell that they were worthy of ascension, without anyone ever questioning why this system of sorting people into good and bad exists in the first place or how it can possibly be seen as ethical, even if people are ultimately allowed to move between the two. I figured Heaven would be portrayed as not evil but simply misguided or small-minded, and that, having rectified those inadequacies, the system would continue on largely unchanged. Happy ending, woooo.

Episode 1 makes it very clear that that is not the direction that this is going. Heaven is pretty clearly portrayed as evil, which was mostly a positive for me. I find the whitewashing of stuff like mass murder pretty fucking gross, so it's nice that the exterminations of Hell's citizens aren't being framed as morally justified.

Unfortunately, this does result in some narrative problems. The show depends on Charlie believing that Heaven can be reasoned with, and that if she works hard, they'll eventually see the light. But after being brutally rejected by Adam like that, why would Charlie continue to think that these are good, reasonable people who are just misguided? Not only does Adam deny her in the most explicit terms possible, he's totally pigheaded and unempathetic.

We're now getting into stuff that I haven't seen firsthand, but from what I understand, Charlie continues running her hotel and trying to negotiate with Heaven. She's able to prove that a sinner can improve themselves, but she's unable to get them into Heaven, and ultimately has to resort to trying to stop the exterminations with brute force.

If that's the case, then why have this reveal that Heaven is evil in the very first episode? Delay the reveal until closer to the end, have Charlie work hard to accomplish her dream under the impression that her work will ultimately pay off, only to have Heaven reveal that it was never about being a good person at all and merely about their desire to consolidate power for themselves. Then have Charlie reckon with that, how she's been putting all the burden on herself and her people to prove themselves, when the system was never fair to begin with and the people in power were just exploiting a narrative for their personal gain. Now THAT'S a spicy story.

I think it's my desire to see that story play out, and my respect for Hazbin being willing to make Heaven the bad guys (even if it obstinately refuses to say the G word), that has kept my interest in the show despite its obvious flaws. Somewhere in this tangled-up mess there is a story about questioning and resisting the moral narratives fed to us about ourselves by people who do not have our best interests at heart. There's a story about claiming your power and fighting back against oppressive systems.

Is Hazbin Hotel with its Disney XD-esque style and middle-school humor woefully unequipped to tell that story? Well, yes, yeah. And I guess that should have been obvious to everyone from the start. But it feels like a shame.

A similar problem with narrative trajectory occurs regarding Lucifer and Alastor. If we compare Charlie to the Disney princess formula, we see the obvious issue. We know that while Charlie's parents are very powerful, she's alienated from both of them (Lilith because she's missing and Lucifer because they have a bad relationship) and so doesn't have access to their power. In the pilot, we see that Charlie doesn't officially make a deal with Alastor, but she does allow him to work at the hotel. So we sort of have a Chekhov's deal situation here, where if Charlie was pushed to her limit, she might be tempted into making a deal with the devil. Triton won't let Ariel go to the surface, so Ariel makes a deal with the sea witch instead.

But what happens if Ariel reconciles with Triton before getting to that point? Well, then Ursula wouldn't have a tentacle to stand on.

And this is what happens in Hazbin. In episode 5, Lucifer is introduced and reconciled with Charlie in the very same episode. Lucifer is shown to be basically infinitely more powerful than Alastor and is genuinely and totally devoted to Charlie, so she no longer has any reason to depend on Alastor. He's lost all of his leverage over her and no longer presents any real threat, so...what the hell is his role in this story now?

I'm not saying Hazbin Hotel needs to copy the story arc of a Disney princess movie just because Charlie is inspired by Disney princesses. I'm perfectly fine with the show wanting to do its own thing. But it turns down a totally viable arc in favor of...nothing. Why?

The pilot so heavily teased the mystery of Alastor's character, what terrible consequences might result if Charlie were to make a deal with him. So like...let us see that! Hell, this could even be easily connected back to the main storyline that I was talking about before. Have Charlie be totally demoralized by the revelation that Heaven isn't actually good and that the world is deeply broken in a way she never even imagined. Maybe even up the stakes by making it more personal, like having Heaven threaten to specifically target her girlfriend or one of her friends in the next extermination. Push her to complete desperation and then have Alastor swoop in and offer her a way out. Still alienated from her father (or perhaps after attempting to get closer but being once more rebuked), she feels like she has no choice but to accept, and ends up in a bad situation. Then Lucifer sees her in trouble and shows up to save her, making her realize that he does actually care about her; and Lucifer, seeing how Charlie and her friends genuinely care for each other, is shown that sinners aren't just hopelessly wicked. Alastor gets his chance to shine and the reconciliation with Lucifer feels earned and meaningful.

This show has such potential to be both interesting and emotionally impactful, but it's hindered by its unwillingness to take itself seriously and thoughtfully plan out its narrative and character arcs.

It would be one thing if the show was just complete garbage. I know that a lot of people see it that way, but I really don't think that's the case. There is something here.

I'm not currently planning on watching the rest of the show. That could certainly change, especially if others tell me that it's worth it despite the problems. If you've watched the show (or even if you haven't), I'd be very curious to hear your thoughts on my evaluation.

#text #review #thoughts #television #animation #adult animation #Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Hotel (2024) #storytelling #morality #Christian mythology #spoilers

[aseriesofunfortunatejan]

A GENBU fan's guide to using GENBU Lite SynthV (no one asked)

Download SynthV Basic (it's free)

Download Genbu Lite (it's free)

For the most part that's it. You know have husband material in your computer for free 👍

But if you were here for some advice on how to make the best out of it, since it's a free Standard voicebank - and the only masculine one at that...

I personally recommend the following:

If you're using a VSQx, UST, svp or anything that was originally sung by a feminine voicebank, lower it by one octave. You can do that easily by selecting all notes (Ctrl+A) then pressing Ctrl+D. (Ctrl+U does the opposite.)

Ctrl+A when it's like this:

And Ctrl+D will do this:

This is not mandatory. This is a step to try out if you were confused about his voice being too high pitched. However, it is okay to use a higher octave if that's what interests you for your project! Not only that, but because GENBU Lite's range is fairly small, you will most likely find him easier to use in a range between C3 and C4 - and no lower.

If your project is mostly within his range but requires some lower notes, my personal Tip and Trick is to lower the fuck out of the Breathiness parameter.

For example, my cover of "Orizuru" had an overall breathiness parameter of -0.130, but for notes that reached C3 and lower, it looks like this:

On other files, for other songs, I didn't bother to do it note by note and just did this for the entire file:

It will instantly make him sound clearer. You can then adjust loudness, tension and such note by note if you'd like.

One last tip would be. Keep in mind that he's a standard voicebank. You might be tempted to use Mai, or Sora, or Teto's auto tuning on him; but it might not sound very good. Standard voicebanks, especially their Lites, may require "flatter" tuning to sound their best. This is coming from someone who loves her AI voicebanks and their auto tuning 👍You should DEFINITELY try what you want and have fun with it, but sometimes they won't stick the landing and are better off staying safely on-key.

I don't think I'm the best at using GENBU Lite by a long shot - some people have me jealous, and I'm in fact not that good with masculine voicebanks, though I love them so much and they inspire me to practice - and most importantly, even the biggest GENBU stans will tell you that his SynthV Lite isn't the best. Still, I honestly like it. Testing it out is what made me fall in love with GENBU and his himbo-core loudness; I'm very thankful to have him as a free product, especially since he was the only masculine Lite voicebank for a long time and still is the only Japanese masculine Lite; and I think that with the habits I mentioned above and with practice, he can actually sound really nice, even raw (and even better if you're good at mixing).

Is it the brainrot talking? Maybe. But in case you hadn't considered trying GENBU Lite at all, I think you should! You might have fun! He's a funny guy and he looks good!!!

I'm still seriously looking forward to a potential GENBU AI and I obviously hope he sounds closer to his VP, and even to his VOICEVOX TTS voicebank. I also assume it would have better range and be easier to use. Still, GENBU Lite exists right now; it can sound nice; it's free; it's an option. Even if we get a more accurate GENBU AI in the future, I will keep a soft spot for the sound of his old standard Lite. SynthV AI haters should be with me on that one... But tl;dr: yes GENBU can have a voice of his own that is worthwhile without randomly trying to make him sound like Teto.

And tl;dr: the way to make him sound "less like a chipmunk" is not to mess with his gender parameter but to make him sing in an octave more within his range.

#random #actually brainrot #no one ask #synthv #synthesizer v #genbu synthv

[holly-fixation]

One Winged Feathers are EVERYWHERE: Part 2

Summary: Sephiroth's wing appears before Crisis Core. Angeal and Genesis help Sephiroth take control of his suddenly appearing wing. This big silver ball of stress needs all the help he can get. At very least, help with cleaning up all the disobedient black plumes in his life…

Please Enjoy!

One Winged Adaptation

How did they end up like this? 

It started out simple enough, both his closest friends asking questions and clarifications about this suddenly appeared limb. Sometimes a simple yes or no sufficed, while others required extending and moving the wing as described, to the best of his control. Perhaps it was one of the times he demonstrated the limb, with more weak willed feathers leaving the black mass to the freedom of the air, that gave Genesis the idea they both were currently participating in. 

Sephiroth was sitting on one of the round, wooden stools for the island in his kitchen, no back or cushion for the feathers to sneak their way into and complete freedom for the wing to move however it willed. Genesis rotated between sitting and standing behind the wing with a hair brush, various sized combs, and even chopsticks to weave and organize through the ever-shedding mass. The polished oak chopsticks were surprisingly effective against the large primary feathers, separating with almost individual precision, and the combs and brushes fought through the incredulousness of feather down and coverts. Genesis honestly spent time Moogling the different types of feathers on a wing between brushes and questions. 

“Stop moving,” Genesis complained, holding the limb with his free hand and brushing with the other, even though Sephiroth himself stayed still as a statue on the stool. 

“It does, what it wants,” He tried to defend, his body tense from the pampering and scolding eyes of his friend. 

“I know,” He spoke with surprising kindness before hardening again, “But perhaps it takes an outside order to control your wing? It was worth a shot at least.” He switched from the chopsticks to the comb, the hard plastic running through the medium feathers. 

Sephiroth crossed his arms to prevent interruptions, but the wing caught the small frustration and bent back. He heard a scoff of annoyance behind him, as well as felt the edge of the feathers tap against his friend. 

“Well, at least you can let everyone know what you’re thinking now,” Genesis grumbled with no animosity, mainly to let out his own frustration, yet also a tiny jab at his friend’s lack of emotion. Which, he would admit, was getting better.

Sephiroth only let out a soft sigh in response. The wing relaxed slightly, and the redhead wasted no time and returned to his task. 

“I think I found something,” Angeal spoke, and both other Firsts looked at him. He was across the island, leaning against the counter as he researched on his phone. What he specifically thought of discovering answers for was less consistent than they expected. “I think your feathers are shedding from stress.”

Sephiroth glared, more than slightly annoyed that the only conclusion any of them came to was that simple when it had a wing break out of his back. “Stress?” The wing flared in exaggeration of his emotions, which was perfect for combing, so Genesis did not complain. 

“According to this,” He started before reading allowed, “‘excess feather loss can be caused by molting, stress, feather destructive behavior-’”

“What the hell is ‘feather destructive behavior’?” Genesis mocked. 

Angeal ignored his friend’s comment and continued, “excessive preening, and viruses.” He sent a sharp glare to Sephiroth. “Only one of these describes you.”

Sephiroth looked away, blocking the gaze from his eyes with his bangs and lowering his head silently. The wing curled around his shoulder in a silent shield. “...I’m only getting my work done. I don’t see the problem-”

“I’m sure you do now.” Angeal gestured to the obvious problem in the room.

He winced slightly at the jab, the wing tightening once more. 

“Will you stop?” Genesis questioned their dark haired comrade over the mass of feathers, his irritated look hopefully stabbing enough to prevent more comments. “You’re pissing it off.” The ‘it’ was obviously directed at the feathered limb, and not the man it was attached to.

Angeal’s eyes narrowed inquisitively. Something about that comment rang a bell, but he waited to comment on it. Instead, he backed off, and he thought of all the bad habits Sephiroth retained during these overworked periods. “Sephiroth, have you eaten anything today?”

“Just a protein shake,” He answered coolly before gesturing to it with his right hand, a few feathers extending in presentation. “I didn’t want to burn it on the stove by accident.”

“Aren’t you immune to fire?” Genesis asked as he rapidly took the opportunity to continue grooming. Neither one of his friends knew where this sudden desire came from. He didn’t even keep his apartment clean half the time, with papers of various sources and flowers from various admirers scattered all over the ground. 

“...” He paused. Somehow, through his exhaustion, he didn’t consider his immunity. He only knew that he knew nothing about this frustrating wing. “...I didn’t know if it was.”

It. It? It it it. That was it. That’s what stuck out to Angeal. Even throughout Sephiroth’s tale, he treated the wing as a separate entity. Never ‘his’ wing, only ‘it’, an object separate from his being. Both he and Genesis adapted his speech pattern immediately, only ever calling his wing ‘it’, despite the basic fact that ‘it’ is a part of him. “I have another idea.”

They both looked at the other First with brows raised. 

“About how to get rid of your wing.”

Genesis suddenly backed off, as if somehow this new bit of information would cause the wing to spontaneously combust. Sephiroth only watched with the slightest shine of desperation in his eyes.

“You’re not thinking like your wing is a part of you.”

His inhuman eyes squinted in silent confusion. “What.”

“Think of your wing like your sword,” He flicked his head toward the impressive length of steel on the mantel. “Anytime you use it in battle, you treat it as a part of you. That’s one of the first lessons of sword play: the sword is an extension of your arm. You lose it, you die.” Their eyes returned to him so he continued. “Every time you talk about your wing, it’s… well, ‘its’ own thing. Not ‘your’ wing. Not a part of you.”

Angeal might have a point. The only time this wing perfectly obeyed him, was in training. Combat. An extension of himself. He glanced away, bright sky-blue eyes swimming with potential new ways of thinking. But every technique required the same downfall: time, which he did not have. Well, which he didn’t want to waste for this annoying limb again. His annoying limb. He groaned softly in starting frustration. How was he supposed to treat this wing like it was a part of him?

“Why don’t we spar?” Genesis suggested casually as he placed the instruments on the table behind him. 

“Absolutely not,” Angeal reprimanded. “You know how you get when you two train.”

“Just, humor me,” The redhead pushed without explanation, looking to Sephiroth rather than their more responsible friend. 

“You will burn a hole in this apartment if I do.”

Sephiroth saw the glint in his eyes. Genesis understood. Somehow both of them followed the same wavelength. In battle, the wing was his. It may well be the first step to controlling it- his wing. 

“So, what does the owner of this apartment say?”

Sephiroth nodded once, standing from the stool. “Let’s do it.”

Genesis smirked triumphantly as Angeal glared hard. 

He still didn’t understand completely, but he hoped with everything he had that these two would not blow up the building to figure this out. “Fine.” He squinted hard at his older friend’s growing grin. “But absolutely no materia.” That wasn’t enough. Genesis had lost rules in competition before, even though at the moment he nodded in victorious obedience. “Better yet,” He watched both eyes turn to curiosity, “give me your materia.”

He scoffed. “Come on, Angeal-”

“Done,” Sephiroth's deeper voice cut him off as he moved through his apartment and unmounted his blade. Without wasting a moment, he ejected the gleaming orbs from the hilt, each one emitting a soft glow of either green or blue. He placed all nine of them on the table without hesitation. 

Genesis groaned, following his example but at a much slower pace as he mocked Angeal’s cautiousness with pouting faces and annoyed rocks of his head. 

Angeal accepted this extremely mature display and grabbed the two large mixing bowls from a cabinet for each of their separate equipment, which he knew his friend owned because they were a gift from him. Sephiroth realized immediately and placed his into one calmly, even the- his wing relaxing a bit at the lack of the threat. The final First tossed each shining sphere in, the orbs landing with clanks and crashes against the metal. They would be fine, so none of them were worried. 

Genesis swiftly moved to the cleared out living room, scanning the area around him. He grew a look of faint disgust, not at the room itself, but the lack of space within it. He extended his blade and span in a circle, unhappy with the claustrophobic conditions. Sephiroth looked with a cramped tightness in his heart, his wing tensing around his arm protectively. 

Angeal sighed as now they realized a problem with their sudden sparring. The two of them could maybe fit in a circle without causing too many problems. Circle. Wait. “Why don’t you try tournament style?”

Genesis's eyes lit up. “That’s perfect!” 

“What.” 

“Can we mark your floor?” The redhead asked energetically. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Sephiroth stared blankly. 

Angeal explained the concept of fighting within a specific area as well as what a ‘ring out’ meant in terms of sparring in this specific situation. Genesis was too busy digging through drawers to find the poor tool that would mark the ground, eventually settling on opaque white tape. Sephiroth understood the concept fairly quickly, but hesitated to ask how they would test if he could control it- his wing outside of combat. He groaned again.

Angeal answered simply, “After each ring out, try to wrap it around yourself.”

Before he could process the suggestion, the redhead chimed in, “Do you think you'll pass out again if you manage?”

He gave a small but playful glare. 

Genesis let out a single laugh at the reaction, adjusting his stance and preparing for Angeal to act as their referee. 

* * * 

Gods bless and curse the accelerated delivery services for First Class SOLDIERs. They all stayed in the apartment, relying on deliveries for sustenance, for the past eight hours, yet none of them felt the day waste away. Angeal did not mention it, but it was absolutely mesmerizing to watch the way Sephiroth’s wing adjusted for combat, dodging every strike, every stab, every slash in perfect harmony with the Silver Soldier. Although, he quickly noticed, due to the limited space, that hand to hand combat would be just as beneficial as swordplay. Sephiroth never lost, never stepping out of the ring even a single time in their consecutive sparring matches, yet Genesis kept fighting. Well, both of them did between delivery breaks, enjoying the spoils from either local restaurants or the employee lounge from many floors above. To Genesis's credit, he managed to keep himself under control, his snaps of frustration and rivalry rarely lasting more than the next failure. 

“Ring out,” Angeal announced again as Genesis glared down at the offending ankle he pushed back with. 

He only groaned, obviously tired and burning out, but every time Angeal suggested rotations, he was shut down. He pushed himself out of the ring and panted before speaking. “Okay. Try again.”

Sephiroth nodded before closing his eyes and attempting to command his wing. Last attempted, he managed to make it twitch. He hoped that was a sign of progress. He started taking control of the feathers, extending and contracting them like his own fingers. More control, more precise, his, his, his.

His surprise soared when he finally, finally, wrapped his large wing around himself, the same way as when he passed out. It lightly grazed his body, coating him in a comforting feeling, however, not nearly with the intensity of his forced sleep. 

After so many hours of attempts, the other two Firsts were giddy with success. “Mission accomplished,” Angeal affirmed with a triumphant smirk.

“We did it!” Genesis cheered, a hand in the air in victory. “There is no hate, only joy!”

Angeal almost rolled his eyes at the quote, but they all genuinely needed this breakthrough, so he let Loveless slide.

While they were celebrating, Sephiroth eyed his wing curiously, moving his black feathers, tightening and recoiling his wing around his body. He extended his new limb to his full wing span, not noticing their nearly intimidated reactions at the act, both of them taking a small step back as they watched with cautious curiosity. He was calmer, but not with overflowing excitement like his red haired friend. He wrapped his wing around him one final time, his feathers smoothing against his skin, before they began dissipating. From the end of his black limb, his feathers flew off and evaporated like shadows. They grew from the ends to his actual joint, and faded away just as well, following his wing from the tip to his back, returning to completely unblemished skin, as if it never existed in the first place.

Gone. It was finally gone. 

Angeal watched with soft confusion while Genesis almost seemed disappointed, but the relief on Sephiroth’s face was unmatched. He didn’t feel any lighter. He might actually feel heavier without it, but he was so relaxed, no longer worried about the mess of his apartment and the various damage it caused because it was finally gone. “Thank you,” He spoke softly, refusing to move from his current place.

“No,” Genesis countered as he approached the silver soldier, “no, you don’t get to do this after today.”

Sephiroth didn’t know what to expect and took a single step back when suddenly he found Genesis'’ arms wrapped around him and pulling him into what could only be a real hug. “Genesis, what-” He could speak or think straight, confusion and warmth flowing through him and trapping his words in his throat. 

“Shut up,” He quipped quickly. “You need this. Just take it.” Genesis held him in silence for a few more seconds, feeling the younger man awkwardly return the gesture, choppy and still unpracticed at participating in such displays, tense but trying to relax. He never voiced it, but whatever Sephiroth was thinking when the wing appeared absolutely hurt him. Genesis knew it. Angeal knew it. This was the only way they could convey that, even when Angeal abruptly joined in. 

A few seconds passed as all three of them struggled to conceal their rapid thoughts. Yet before any new anxieties could form in any of them, both friends backed off, allowing the silver soldier to breathe within the circle still taped on the floor. 

For now, Sephiroth only stood in stunned silence. 

“Let’s take a break,” Angeal suggested, gaining both of their agreeing eyes. “Then we can clean this place up.” 

They all agreed, moving one of the couches in a usable position and falling back into it. 

“I have to say,” Genesis began, “even with all things considered, I want that wing.”

Sephiroth gave him a perplexed look while Angeal nodded. 

“I’d just want it to sleep.”

“Ha!” Genesis laughed before quieting quickly. “But you can’t deny that wing does wonders in combat.”

“You seem to enjoy grooming it more,” Sephiroth mentioned casually, though a hidden mockery in his voice wasn’t completely unnoticeable. 

“Like you don’t enjoy brushing your hair?” He countered. 

Sephiroth only smirked. “Fair point.” At the unreturned playful attack, Genesis smirked in victory.

Angeal suddenly grunted and stood up. “Apologizes, I forgot something.” He walked to the kitchen as they both watched him and dug through the cabinet under the sink. He took out…a bottle of dish soap. “You’ll need this,” was his only unprompted explanation as he took the bottle to the bathroom and returned without it, to both of their questioning glares. 

“Why do I need that?” 

“For cleaning feathers. In case this happens again.”

Sephiroth squinted, running the scenario through his mind. It was possible, but something in him denied that this would happen the same way twice. Now he could feel his wing, only when he thought about it, otherwise an unconscious feeling, like breathing or blinking. His wing was, well, his now. He had control over it, but it wouldn’t just fade away. This wing is a part of him. “Thank you.”

As Angeal returned, Genesis questioned curiously, “Do you think you can take it out again or is it gone forever?”

‘It was absolutely possible’ was his first thought. “I don’t believe I should test that so soon.”

“If you do it now, we’re here to help you clean.” He never looked at the man in question, his head knocked back on the cushions with no intent of returning upright. “Can’t make any promises later.”

That was a good point, no matter how much he did not want to attempt it right now. Sephiroth stood with a silent groan and moved to the middle of the open area. 

“Genesis, this is a bad idea,” Angeal stated.

“Oh, he’ll be fine.” He glanced back at the raven haired friend, “If not, I’m always down for another round.”

“You are absolutely not-”

“Oh come on, I'll be fine-”

They continued their expected bickering, but Sephiroth no longer focused on them. He closed his eyes and targeted the feeling in his back. His wing. He wanted it back, even if it’s only for the test. He mentally, carefully pulled at the feeling, his own body barely tingling in reaction. Not enough. It needed to be stronger, faster, undelicate and precise, exactly how he is with a blade. He wants his wing. His. He reached inside himself for that single cord, yanking the moment he felt a grip. 

The black wing exploded out of his back with a confetti of feathers, the loud flap ringing through their ears and shocking some of their exhaustion away. However, Sephiroth wrapped his wing around him, willing it back inside, and made it dissipate again. He didn’t want it out right now. Maybe when he goes to bed, he’ll wrap himself in it and cocoon himself in the warm embrace. 

Now he had complete control. 

Genesis cheered, arms thrown in the air as Angeal sighed in relief. Sephiroth exhaled with a small smile. He finally felt normal again, completely in control, no longer at the whims of his own body. They basked in their victory for a moment, but then Angeal hit them with news they didn’t want to hear. 

“We should start cleaning soon.”

Genesis groaned, flopping back into the couch. “Five more minutes!”

Sephiroth chuckled and agreed with the small break. Gods knew they needed it before they hunted down every last unruly feather. 

* * * 

The next afternoon, Angeal and Genesis summoned Sephiroth for an excursion, who absolutely jumped at the chance to do anything while stuck in his final day of unofficial suspension from his work account, or a ‘forced vacation’ as Genesis put it. They told him they were leaving the city and only that it would be fun, whatever it was. He prayed they weren’t taking him to Gold Saucer or some other common ‘fun’ place. Although, there was something subtle about the way they explained their destination, and Sephiroth quickly realized it was due to the officer driving their vehicle. He looked out the window and tried to triangulate their destination as he conversed with his two friends. 

Little did he know they would be in this car for the next six hours. 

Genesis started fidgeting around hour two, eager to arrive. He only voiced his impatience once before they absorbed it into another topic of conversation. The remaining Firsts were calm, more reserved in their eagerness to arrive. 

They arrived at their destination: behind a cliff, in the middle of nowhere. The driver said they would return the next morning, and to be careful on the mission. 

Mission?

Genesis barely managed to hide a laugh. Ah. So that’s how they roped an officer into their private excursion. 

“Why are we here?” Sephiroth finally asked once alone. This barren place had nothing special, just cliffs, rocks, and the occasional reptile which slithered rapidly from one rock to the next. The dim land glowed a low orange, shadows scraping for miles as the sun descended below the horizon. 

“To spar,” Angeal put simply, drawing his sword before glancing at the eldest First. “But to consider our collateral damage as well.” 

The redhead glared at the comment with a short huff.

“I have no objections. Will you be joining us as well, Genesis?”

He crossed his arms, a small smirk on his face. “I’ll wait for the fun part. You two have fun.”

Odd.

Extremely odd. 

Sephiroth had no idea what they planned, but he played along. 

Angeal always fought well, starting with a warmup and growing to a reasonable peak. He knew when to keep fighting and when to hold back, something Sephiroth understood to a lesser extent. His skill over his own self control absolutely landed him that new apprentice, who was still a handful despite the better teachings of him rather than Sephiroth or, probably worse, Genesis, who did not have the patience or the care to teach his ways. 

About two hours later, the crisp stars blinked in the sky, no bright moon to add to its beauty. At least not yet. 

“Alright!” Genesis interrupted their match, immediately drawing his elegant red blade. “Now it’s time for the real thing.” He locked his gaze with Sephiroth's confused eyes. “Take off your coat,” He commanded, and Sephiroth had absolutely no intention of doing so without further explanation. “And take out your wing.”

Oh. Okay, that made a lot more sense. They planned this night to test his full capabilities with his wing. Here his wing was free, no walls or ceiling to continuously slam his ebony wing into, no furniture to knock over and no floors to overflow with the ever-scattering feathers. 

Genesis only curled his smirk a bit higher, knowing his idea was an irresistible deal to the silver soldier. 

Sephiroth didn’t answer, but he did remove his armor and coat. After a moment of sharp focus, his wing broke out of his back. 

Genesis grinned. Angeal took out a phone, gaining the winged man’s gaze immediately. 

“I’m recording so we can analyze the footage,” Their dark haired friend explained simply. No training room, no replays. This was the best they had If they were to keep this fact hidden. 

Sephiroth nodded and lifted his blade over his shoulder. The challenge in the eldest First'’ mako green eyes was all the signal he needed to begin. 

They fought beautifully, gracefully, no longer limited by a circle on the ground. The rings of their blades were celebratory bells, singing in joy at their competitive battle. Swooping, dodging, unbalanced and rebalanced, they danced around metal, adapting quickly to every attack the other initiated. 

Until Angeal called them over. 

Sephiroth grew confused, but Genesis nodded and gestured to their friend quickly. What happened?

Angeal showed him the video of only a few seconds ago, where he glided through the air in an ark no one could create with only a jump and did not touch the ground, despite the clear option to do so. 

Did he…? 

There was absolutely no way. 

“Did you notice at all?” Angeal asked. 

Sephiroth shook his head. “No. I just did what felt natural.” He eyed the video sharply. “That isn’t aerodynamically possible.”

“You just flew towards me to get the upper hand five seconds ago," Genesis interjected. “I don’t need aerodynamics to know what I just saw.”

Sephiroth stood in silent shock, unable to decide what to do next. 

Angeal, as always, gave the only guidance he could. “...you just said you did what felt natural. So just…do what feels natural?”

The Silver Soldier tried to analyze how he felt, how his instincts naturally changed with his wing out. He focused on the feeling again, similar to the string he pulled to release his wing. Could he really do it? It felt stupid, even the thought of flapping his wing like a bird.

“Sephiroth.”

He refused to try, it felt better to just hold his mental grip on this for now. Maybe he can manipulate it from here-

“Sephiroth!” This time, Genesis got his attention, his inhuman eyes a bit surprised at the intensity of the call. “You’re floating.”

What. He looked down, his feet dangling maybe a foot or two above the ground. 

“How does it feel?” Angeal asked with a smirk, but Sephiroth's eyes were wide, extremely wide.

Oh.

Oh. 

This felt amazing, incredible, absolute freedom. Suddenly his inner child pulled the cord for him and, without responding in the slightest, he flapped his wing and shot into the air. 

Both his friends followed the dark silver dot that suddenly blazed across the sky. 

Oh by all the holy Gods this was fun. So Much Fun. He watched the land below with excited eyes, an uncontrollable smile on his face. Everything was so small: trees, mountains, rivers, cities, oceans, everything. He’d seen it all on helicopters before, but here, supported only by his wing, it was nothing short of absolute freedom. He turned to fly with his back to the planet. 

The stars were so big. He swore there were more of them, glittering in the astral plane of the cosmos. One of them even twinkled red. At first it seemed like a plane, but there was no sound, and it wasn’t moving. Was that the closest star? So close he could see the color with his naked eyes?

He never wanted to come down. The wind in his hair unlocked an unknown feeling in him, far more than his closest comparison of pride. Much more than pride. He had no idea he could fly at all, let alone fly this fast. He would’ve loved this as a kid. Hell, he loved it now, ignoring all consequences and following the instincts of his body and his childlike mind. He flew over the Chocobo farm, over Kalm, around all eight of the reactors in Midgar; spinning, and flipping, and weaving through the world without hesitation, before he dared return to his friends at the cliff. 

He felt free, from both the gravity of The Planet and his own worries and fears and anxieties. He could do whatever he wanted in the sky, no one to tell him no or give him orders or limit his options with his own concerns and overthinking. 

He could do anything.

Despite his speed and unchained reactions, he landed in front of his friends with the calm gracefulness of a leaf gliding from the wind to still water. 

He didn't even realize he was panting until he met his friends' gazes. 

They all stared at each other in absolute shock. Sephiroth, still calming down from his excitement, laughed softly at their understandable reactions, the sound genuinely heartwarming to the other firsts. Genesis and Angeal tried to hide their own laughter, stuttering and stifling each sound under their breaths. 

“Do you have any idea how long you were gone?” Genesis laughed through his own question, no longer caring about hiding, no judgment, only joy. 

Sephiroth grew a soft look of confusion, still an innocent smile on his face. “Only a few minutes. Why?”

Genesis shook his head with a deep exhale. “Ohhh nooo.” He gave his friend a moment to absorb the truth before answering, “Half an hour.”

His sky blue eyes widened in shock. Half an hour? Thirty minutes? How was that even remotely possible? “What…?” He questioned breathlessly. 

Angeal figured he'd break the news, but barely hid his chuckling from infecting his explanation. “We got a call from HQ to deal with this,” He held up his phone, a photo of Mako Reactor 6 with an unknown silver streak in the background, “'Unidentified Flying Object' that’s headed for this area.”

Oh my gods.

That’s it. None of them could take it. All three of them broke down laughing, nearly falling to the ground from loss of balance and need for air. 

* * * 

Thankfully, Shinra never discovered the UFO was him, not even with four days to analyze the videos and photos from the multiple towns he probably should’ve avoided. All three Firsts agreed they ‘took care’ of the UFO when it attacked them, and there was no body after they finished. A small reprimand later, and they were all back to their respective work. Sephiroth was glad to finally be back in his office, though much more careful about the hours he worked and when he should either leave or push to get more done. Life was finally back to normal, his wing the Firsts' little secret. But normal came with drawbacks. 

Like his normal checkup with R&D and the head director himself. 

He hated these, sitting in this chair, answering Hojo's annoying questions, forced to let them take blood and other samples if he wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. 

Thankfully, Hojo didn’t notice anything with his back. Small victories. 

“Everything’s looking perfectly healthy. I’m surprised,” Hojo mentioned casually as he scanned a chart. “Your weight and muscle mass are exactly as expected. Your cortisone levels also dropped dramatically.” 

Sephiroth glared as the scientist turned to him and glanced over his black glasses. 

“I must ask, what did you do differently?”

His glare hardened. “Lazard forced me to use vacation days.”

He raised a brow, disappointment in his voice. “You took days off?”

“Not by choice. Lazard locked me out of my account.”

The scientist sneered as he looked over the successful test results. “That director thinks he knows what's best for you. I decide that for you.”

“My stress levels are down. I don’t see the problem,” He stated blankly. 

“The problem is every moment away from your duties will weaken you. You don’t need any extra rest or entire days away from your work. You’re better than that. You’ve always been better than that.”

He huffed. “Clearly, by your own test, that hypothesis is wrong.”

Hojo waved him off. “No matter. I'll need more tests to prove it though.”

Oh for gods’ sake. “No more samples, you’ve taken enough.” Sephiroth tensed.

“Oh I'm afraid I needed every sample to know what changed,” He was already prepping a needle as he spoke. “It’s so drastic, we simply must confirm what it is.”

“Hojo.” Sephiroth growled. He hated this. He hated every moment. He refused to feel like this, like the child with no choice. He stood up. “This assessment is over.”

“Get back in that chair.” Hojo threatened, “Or your superiors will hear of this insubordination over what we both know is a simple test.” Now his black eyes met sky blue balls of rage. “What are you trying to hide?”

Always like glass around this accursed professor. “Nothing. I just have work to catch up on.”

“You absolutely do, and this is part of it,” Hojo counted before gesturing back. “Now get in the chair, boy.”

If he denied the scientist again, he’d have no choice but to reveal his wing. He needed to keep it away, tucked deep inside of him. Gods knew what Hojo would do to his new limb if he found out. 

“Fine.” Despite his better judgment, he sat in the chair and held his open right arm out expectantly. 

Hojo nodded before flicking the empty needle and inserting it through Sephiroth’s skin, and every childhood memory of these tests, this pain, every experiment he forcibly participated in struck him at once. 

Sephiroth’s stress spiked, and his wing broke through his coat and slammed the scientist to the far wall by curling itself instantly. 

No. 

His inhuman eyes went wide, his entire body wound painfully, his wing coiling around him in protection. 

No no no. 

The scientist let out a groan as he adjusted his glasses and looked back at the soldier. His eyes bled with terrifying curiosity, a grin slowly forming on his face. 

This was it. He couldn’t hide now. This would be first page news in twelve hours, and in the Silver Elite in three. Everyone would know what he really was, what he denied the moment he woke up with this wing.

He's a monster. He's a monster. He's a monster.

“Sephiroth…” Hojo spoke breathlessly as he stood and returned, reaching for the wing with admiration in his eyes. It twitched away from his hand, tightening to the boy’s body. “How long have you had this? Is this why you took days off?”

Always as clear as glass, even when he refused to answer the question. He was frozen. He didn’t know what to do. He could run, or attack, but he couldn’t force the wing back right now. Everything was too much. His body stayed glued to its spot, like an obedient child waiting for permission to move. 

“How is it in battle? Can you possibly fly with it?” Hojo’s questions weren’t going to stop. “Have you tried at all? Should I set up some training bots?”

“...” He didn't want to answer anything. He hated himself more than he hated this scientist right now, his lack of control and his sudden panic frustrated him beyond belief. He wants to hide, to dig a deep hole and just lay there, to curl under a bed because it was the only place the staff ever struggled to reach him. The wing curled further, only keeping his face visible and part of his left side, the rest of his body clenched underneath the protective feathers. 

“Sephiroth, do you know what this means?” Hojo never gave him a moment to think. “This is exactly what you were born for: to be better than anyone on this planet could possibly imagine.” His hand followed the edge, grazing only the farthest feathers from the limb itself. “Its span, its power, its instincts. It’s incredible. Some may even call you an angel.”

Angel…?

An angel…

He actually calmed slightly at the word, despite who it came from. He…liked it. He wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t just trained to be a war hero. He was always a hero. Always meant to help. 

He was an angel. A one winged angel. 

To his surprised, he was so grateful for the new term, he answered the scientist's questions with only a little hesitation. 

* * *

Shinra had a field day with their new angelic SOLDIER the moment the leak was publicized. He found himself stuck in advertising for promotional photos all day, each slight lighting change requiring a completely new set to be taken. The public loved his wing, even before it was officially announced. He wasn’t completely sure how he felt about it, but he really, really liked ‘angel’. They ordered him to have the wing out when returning from battle, the few times a year he was required to walk down mainstreet with the rest of the Firsts and deal with the paparazzi. As odd as it was, every fan jumped at the opportunity to keep one of his feathers, but it still shed enough that they were honestly keeping streets clean with their obsession. So, small upsides existed to publication. 

Genesis, and sometimes Angeal, pestered him for rides, because they knew the look in his eye when he would fly that night, the small bit of relief he marched through the day with. He never denied them. Genesis always gained more excitement from the flight, and he refused to leave until the wing was in tip-top condition! He got unreasonably high skills for cleaning Sephiroth’s wing. For whatever reason, it entertained Genesis, but in turn, it calmed Sephiroth to be so accepted by one of his closest friends. 

Sephiroth took every opportunity to fly. No mission tonight? Flying. No assessments due in the next week? Flying. No sparring or training? Flying. Free hour between meetings? He firmly took that hour to circle each individual mako reactor, gliding like an ice dancer through the air. The Turks hated it, since they had to identify if it was truly a threat or simply Sephiroth screwing around again. 

For the first time in his life, he didn’t care about making himself an inconvenience. He loved the sky, especially at night. He was so close to the stars. Maybe one day he could be among them, at least, that’s what the child inside cheered. 

He felt…godlike, in the sky. Yes, that was the word he could not find on his first flight. He felt godlike. Nothing could stop him. No one would bother him. He could do whatever he wanted among the stars. 

Maybe he was born for this. Not Shinra, not the war, not SOLDIER. Just him, the air, and the infinity of the stars. 

He only wants one thing. One day, maybe it was just a childish dream he couldn’t get out of his head, he wanted to be closer to them. The stars, the comets, the meteors, the cosmos. Maybe he could convince the higher ups to increase funding for the space division. 

He loved the idea of leaving this planet to float through the calming silence of space. He always loved the stars. Maybe one day, he could be near one. Really near one, a red glow calling and beckoning from the next closest star, a deep instinct he never knew was so strong.

In reality, he knew he was overenthusiastic, and flew back to headquarters to spend time with his two closest friends, not wanting to miss even a single moment of joy among the three of them Together.

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Thanks for Reading!

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Author’s note: It’s finally here! I told you it was coming! This was a lot of fun to write! I’m also really glad for the support, because this fic got pretty popular pretty quickly. Found families/acceptance fics are always fun! Hope you enjoyed! 

But now I am cursed with Ideas, ideas that would go into Crisis Core and degradation. With all these changes, it wouldn’t be the same, but the fic surely wouldn’t be a comedy so I didn’t want to go into that. I’m considering a sequel work (but first I need to Actually finish Tainted Child). But if you’re interested in an angst sequel, please let me know! 

Thank you for reading!

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Armistice and Remembrance

We were joined at our Remembrance Service this morning by Air Commodore Mark Ashwell. Mark was a senior officer in the RAF and today’s blog comprises an edited version of his address.

“Armistice and Remembrance. Words no doubt you will have heard much of in recent discussions on television, the radio and in social media. But what do the words actually mean?

Well the broad definition of Armistice is the formal agreement by troops on both sides in a conflict to stop fighting. A truce or ceasefire is required to enable the agreement of an Armistice and I am sure that you will agree that this is particularly poignant at this time considering current events in Palestine, Israel and Ukraine.

Tomorrow, the 11th of November, is Armistice Day on which the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month marks the time in 1918 when France, Britain and Germany agreed to formally stop the fighting of World War 1. The time is marked by a two-minute silence when we reflect and indeed remember all of those who have fallen in battle or who are affected by war.

The poppy is evocative, as it recalls the thousands of such plants that grew in the disturbed and bloodied grounds of the World War 1 battlefields. This symbology is beautifully portrayed in John McCrae’s poem, ‘In Flanders Fields’, with the opening line:

“In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row”

I saw many poppies myself when I served with the UN Office on Drugs and Crime, dealing with the undoubtedly darker side of the plant which is the source of opium. However, based at Camp Eggars in Kabul, I met a US Special Forces Office Captain called Michael Murphy.  Murph was the leader of an ill-fated team sent on a counter insurgency mission in Afghanistan. His team was attacked by the Taliban and Murph scaled a high, stony, open plateau to use special communications equipment to call in a rescue for his men below. It was on that plateau that this courageous and selfless young officer was shot down and killed. You may know Murph through the novel or film ‘Lone Survivor’, if not, you may wish to read or watch. So, at this time I remember folks like Michael, along with good friends and comrades lost in conflicts I experienced in the Falkland Islands, Iraq, the Balkans and Afghanistan.

All of these people were courageous and selfless. They enjoyed serving in the armed forces but at their core they were committed to keeping friends, family and country safe, secure and free from harm. Most importantly, they gave their lives to ensure that we can continue to enjoy core freedoms such as education for all, free speech and the right to self-determination. Freedoms we can sometimes easily forget.

So, on this Armistice Day and Remembrance Sunday, I hope that my thoughts here might encourage you to reflect on all who have served their country with passion, courage and pride. Most importantly, remember the freedoms you have and use them diligently.”

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[spacexmagicxandxsheepxbleats]

I’ve decided to open 10 commission slots.

//: The deadline to sign up is this Friday (4/12/91) at noon CST (central standard time).

All of the details and some art examples are below the cut ~

$3.00 is the going rate and I’ll only be taking payments through my Ko-fi account.

Per Ko-fi I can’t really do NSFW... NOW, will I not do NSFW? Prolly not... I’ll open that sack of fun at a later time ~ With that in mind, these ten will be SFW so I can have things to display on Ko-fi other than drawings that I did 3-4 years ago ಠ_ಠ (I have more recent work but none of its really done done because of the shit storm that was work...)

Now, please understand the following guidelines:

The sketch will be of One character... OC’s are 110% welcome!

Head shot or full body (your choice).

No colour and No S U P E R fine detail or shading.

The image will not be digital. Meaning: It will be pencil on paper and I will be uploading the best possible photo I can take because I’m a pos with out a scanner... _(┐「ε:)_

Because they aren’t digital, I’ll ask for patients in getting them done. N O R M A L L Y I can get such a sketch done in a day, but I haven’t been drawing as much as I used to because of my exworkplace (c" ತ,_ತ) so I’m a little rusty/slow...

** IF you have the image digitally altered PLEASE let me know and link me to it/sent it to me, I’d LOVE to see what’s done with it (*^◯^*)

What I’ll need from anyone interested:

I. Need. A. PM. Not. A. Comment. On. This. Post.

WE DO NOT HAVE TO BE MUTUALS AND YOU DONT HAVE TO FOLLOW ME （╹◡╹）♡

If it’s an OC I need as many details as possible (aside from colours obviously lol) If you have a face clame, let me know who so I can lurk (๑╹ω╹๑ ) If you have a pose in mind, feel free to drop examples! Other wise I’ll just kinda do what ever comes to mind (*´-`)

If you want a specific character, let me know so again, I can lurk lol Same with poses, drop me examples (I’m a pretty visual person when it comes to this kinda thing) or I’ll just do what hits me ~

P A Y M E N T: I quit doing commissions online a few years ago because people weren’t paying for them. In the beginning I did a ‘on good faith’ approach and that bit me in the buttocks.... then it turned into people skipping out half way through... I’m sure things have changed but, I’m still skeptical... so what Id like to do is this: I’ll make a running list or Queue of the requests. As I get them done, I’ll pm the client and ask for the donation to be made. As soon as it’s confirmed that it’s gone through I will send up to four photos of the drawing: two close ups and two full sketch :(；ﾞﾟ'ωﾟ'): I don’t want to take payment upfront because I know some people have been scammed with the promise of a commission before and I don’t want that kinda paranoia on your end...

Depending on how this goes I may do couples, I may do detailed works and I’d be willing to open NSFW at different rates, think of this as kind of an introductory promo thing...?

PLEASE P L E A S E reblog this post for me <3 even if you don’t plan to make a request, please share it ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

^ Clothing wouldn’t be coloured in btw this is a personal piece lol

#Im just a raccoon #ten commissions at 3 bucks a pop will help me pay for Muninn's vet subscription #meaning all his exams will be free #neuter? Free #all of his core/required shots? free #if he requires surgery? Covered #gets sick? you got it #covered #the vet I go to requires 35$ a month to keep my cat son in the club ~ #its a good club #$35 bucks a month = $420 a year #neuter alone is like #two hundred something #each exam costs 65$ #medication? depends on what it is but its all covered for $35 a month #If this takes off I can get Gizmo in the same club #I'd have to make 70$ a month for both of them #; w ; commissions will help #if you can't make a request please just reblog for me ~ #that helps just as much and I appreciate any help possible

[accio-victuuri]

cpn : tidbits and interview clues 🔍

“However, happiness is definitely the first choice, and steady happiness is more suitable for me."

everything is cpn only. interpretation & speculations. everything is under the cut. if you don’t like any of this, then feel free to skip it.

I. Tidbits / Behind the scenes showing Xiao Zhan’s numerous skills. Here is the video.

This particular behind the scenes showed GG’s skills that we are familiar with. He worked as a professional photographer and is an expert in PS especially logo making. Not really a big one but just a reminder that he still has it! and if we’re right with our CPN that he made the 85 logo, well this is just another proof. Nevermind the fact that we have them on video/audio talking about GG designing a suit ( racing suit ) for Web. Is the Macbook his? Lol. The wallpaper is blurred and I’m thinking of all kinds of thing. 😂

I’m also noticing that here in OOL and Ace, he was using a professional camera to shoot. Compared to CQL where he was using his own phone to take videos and photos of Yibo. Tho I’m happy that GG is getting back on photography and he is able to do that during work, I can’t help but think keeping things on your phone is more personal.

They match. GG/Web are both multi talented. If they decide to not be actors anymore, they have other careers to fall back to. That’s what I love about them. Big age gap? Opposites? It may seem like that on the surface but if you look at the core of it, they complement each other. No one has the “upper hand” no matter how fans love to label them with dynamics. They are on equal footing and respect each other’s preferences. GG can teach Web things and vice versa. Art Student vs Sports Student couple indeed!

Artist Xiao Zhan was also in full view here where he drew this. It’s so funny, is this a brother and sister? What? I’m not being all bitter here but that’s what I was thinking when I saw this. Not really a romantic pose too. it reminds me tho of how he drew wangxian.

I’m sorry but since we’re talking about drawings, it’s in the same style as the one bxgs always reference for Devil Timeline. 👿

Bonus: This smile is similar to his impersonation of Web’s “smirk”. Remember OOL was shot in 2019 around the same time all these CQL promos were done and released. ✌🏼

II. Sina Entertainment Exclusive interview. transcript is here.

I love things like this cause it really gives us an intimate view into his thoughts. 🤍 The whole point of this is to show their similarities among other things.

• This part about tiredness reminds me of Web’s Global people 2020 interview where he has the same outlook. Tho I would love for them to take a break, I can understand the need to keep on working. That’s just who they are. Since 2018, friends or more, they both have the same goal of being actors. We can all see how hard they work and i’m sure they understand the sacrifices they have to make.

Xiao Zhan’s :

"This kind of tiredness is a good thing for me..."

"In the past, I occasionally felt tired when I said it, then relax, and then the two little people in my heart began to fight each other, one said no, no; the other said relax, they are so tired, relax It won't be a problem for a while, just let it pass."

Now, the little person in his heart who made him "let him go and take a break" no longer exists, Xiao Zhan is on the other end of the phone, speaking in a calm tone.

"You really don't feel too tired?" Hearing his strict requirements for himself, Entertainment Management Studio couldn't help asking.

"I feel tired, but I'd rather be tired now."

Yibo’s :

• The last sentence makes me go 👀. The costume drama he was promoting is obviously CQL, he still has to make his way through? Why? It’s just so hard to move on from CQL and that whole bubble of promos back in 2019.

Although he has recognition and confidence, Xiao Zhan would still feel a little uncomfortable when he first joined the group to shoot. At that time, the "Douluo Continent" starring him had just finished, and he was still running the promotion of another costume drama. Although he wanted to integrate into the new role as soon as possible, he still had to slowly find his way.

• How they both won’t stop till something is perfect and up to their standard. I’m not gonna add an interview example for Yibo, just watch his SDOC practice and see how much of a perfectionist he is. Like last season where he wasn’t afraid to scrap a whole routine cause it didn’t feel right.

Xiao Zhan :

"When shooting on set, the director will adjust it again and again. After the performance, I will wonder if there is something wrong with my acting, but the director will not tell you where the problem is, and will say a kind of Feel it, then do it again."

• similarity in not being afraid of hardship. they know it’s necessary. 😭 They don’y shy away from “difficult” things.

Xiao Zhan :

"But it's difficult doesn't mean you can't do it well. This is what I have always believed."

Yibo in China Top Dancer Gala interview 2021:

I am very happy to do what I like, and at the same time to promote dance; I like dancing, and I have to keep working hard. I myself will not admit defeat, and I am not afraid of hardship.

I can think of a lot more interviews where Yibo just goes fuck that when people say something is “difficult”. He has proven time and again that whatever he sets his mind to, he can achieve it. It is the same with Xiao Zhan. People love to tell them they can’t achieve what they want because they are somehow not “qualified” but they prove them wrong time and time again.

• Now the thing that’s about ~ love ~ 🤍

"Actually, Gu Wei and I have similar views on love. We are both more traditional and will be single-minded." But for the future family, he has not thought of the distant family. In this step, "However, happiness is definitely the first choice, and steady happiness is more suitable for me."

There will be such a feeling, maybe it comes from some kind of similarity. Gu Wei's work in the play will always be in the first place. When he meets his beloved, he will not say all the words directly. Most of the time, I am in a state of seeing through and not saying anything. I have a lot in my heart and understand everything, but I am always pretending to be stupid, and occasionally I am a little black-bellied.

Where do we even begin. 👀

1. Traditional and Single Minded? Single minded reminds me so much of Yibo too. If they want something, they will get it. Is this how he approached Yibo? Yeah sure. So single minded. His whole self just gazing with the “i’m inlove with him” face.

2. “steady happiness is more suitable for me”

This line comes at a perfect time. I just read @rainbowsky’s post about fandom and it’s doubts. Especially with antis left and right or whatever reason. It goes to show what type of happiness and love he prefers. The quiet and steady one. Tho I’m sure they are not short of grand gestures of love, he likes the stable and comfortable one. People talk about “falling hard” but most often than not, that kind burns out fast. I’m happy that he has that kind of love with Yibo. So stable that his puppy has been wearing his necklaces ( from ox to bone ) continuously for years now as a sign of their steady happiness. 🥺

So yeah, fandom-wise. Just chill. Enjoy things and know what GG actually prefers this type of relationship.

3. This is what got me screaming! Please! 🙀

he will not say all the words directly. Most of the time, I am in a state of seeing through and not saying anything. I have a lot in my heart and understand everything, but I am always pretending to be stupid, and occasionally I am a little black-bellied.

Bitch this screams 2018 BoXiao! Especially in unofficial BTS videos. Tho I have to say GG’s words and interpretation of himself may not be 100%. What I mean, sometimes, what we think about ourselves is different from how other people see us. Especially in relationships, the other party might have something completely different to say. Pretending to be stupid even if he knows everything??? I’m just think about GG play fighting, teasing and borderline flirting with Yibo but still pretending that they are just FRIENDS. He knows. Anyone with eyes can see that Yibo was head over heels in love with him back then. I’m just cackling here. Xiao Zhan! Youuuuu!!!! He really did that! 😂😂😂 Good thing Yibo is the straightforward type so it all worked out in the end.

and him describing himself as black bellied. Lol. To those who are not familiar with it, here’s the meaning:

"Black belly"/ 腹黑(fu hei) is a common term used to describe a character's personality in c-novels. Literally, it means stomach black and is usually used to mean that someone is secretly quite evil/sly/manipulative, because you will only know that the person is black belly after being eaten up.

Tho I don’t think he means anything bad, it just fits what most of us CPN about Xiao Zhan during their “courting”. We all say that Yibo was so obvious but GG was so much worse in his “moves”. His 6 years of experience wasn’t wasted 🤣🤣🤣 20/21 year old Yibo had no chance!

“Sly look” also reminds me of how he looked at Yibo’s direction during Tencent Starlight. 👀

I wanted to include the sassy interview but there is no full sub yet. I might go back to that but I liked the SINA + Tencent one better cause it’s more personal. Again, everything is just CPN. Feel free to interpret things how you want. It’s not that everything has to be connected to their “relationship” — they are just so intertwined that we see hints of each other in what they do.

sources:

https://m.weibo.cn/status/4752751459042824?

https://m.weibo.cn/detail/4752752859417901

https://m.weibo.cn/detail/4752760548101889

https://m.weibo.cn/detail/4752748212126768

#bjyx #yizhan #all of this is cpn #clowning and cpn bye #Youtube #I HAVE ANOTHER ONE TO POST LATER I JUST NEED SOME MORE TIME HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE #all day everyday we don’t stop 😂😂😂

[ragingbookdragon]

She's A Bird! She's A Plane! She's...Spiderwoman?

Justice League x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: IDK where this came from but I was watching ITSV, so...there's that. Enjoy! -Thorne

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“This is your fault,” Barry griped, hacking away at the glowing fauna with the makeshift machete—in reality it was just a really big stick that had a really sharp rock tied to the end. “I told you our trajectory was off and what did you do? You said, ‘I’m Hal Jordan, the greatest pilot in the world. Watch my big head crash us on an alien planet where our central battery gets displaced during the impromptu crash land and thrown miles from our position’.”

“Do you want some cheese with all that whine, Bar?” Hal asked, an unimpressed scowl on his face as he illuminated their footpath. “It’s not my fault the orbital windspeeds were faster than the sensors picked up on. Blame the tech, not me.”

“That sounds like you’re just trying to pass off the blame,” he shot back, swiping down at another vine that wriggled like a dying snake and spat out fluorescent blue liquid on the broken end. “Y’know? Like you do best?”

“Seriously, find a better thing to do than complain, Flash. We’ve got bigger fish to fry than blaming each other.”

“Each other? I didn’t do anything! This was all you!” Barry spun on Hal and glared at him.

They glowered at each other when a clicking sound echoed above them and they both jumped a foot in the air, spinning back-to-back as they looked around in every direction, up and down and side to side.

“What the hell was that?” Hal worried.

“I don’t know,” Barry replied, just as concerned. “It sounded like clacking.”

“That did not sound like a chicken.”

“Clacking, Hal, not clucking.”

“Same thing,” he retorted, lifting his arm in the air, shining a bright green light amongst the glowing red treetops. A bunch of branches, neon red leaves and purple flowers, a darting limb—a darting limb?

Hal shifted the light back, jolting Barry’s shoulder in the process. “What is it?”

“There’s something above us,” he whispered, watching with cautious eyes as something shifted on the main branch of the tree, the outline of a dark head coming out, just enough to catch the edge of their bright gold eye. “It’s watching us.”

The something shifted back into cover, the clacking sounding once more, then the treetop ruffled, dropping red and purple fauna on the two men as it jumped to another tree. Hal tried to follow it, but it was too fast for his eyes; the only thing it left behind though was a string of long white webbing, hanging down from the blue tree branch. And Hal being the idiot he was, decided to touch it to see if he could figure out what it was, and only managed to get it all over his hands.

He pouted, trying to pull apart his hands. “It’s sticky.”

Barry let out a long and heavy sigh, placing one hand at the small of his best friend’s back, the other holding the machete. “Come on, dumb-dumb. Let’s go find that thing again.”

“Isn’t that the opposite of how the survivors live? I know we’re white, but I didn’t think we were that white.” He was half tempted to see if he could gnaw the webbing with his teeth. “This shit isn’t coming off.”

“Here,” Barry said, vibrating his hand as fast as he could and to Hal’s surprise, the webbing cut, falling to the ground.

“Thanks!” he chirped, holding his arm out again to shine his ring. “What do you think that thing was?”

“Alien lifeform.”

“No shit, Sherlock. What gave it away? The alien world?”

“I’ve just about had it with you,” Barry growled, cutting through another rough patch of vines. As the path cleared, they stepped out of the heavily forested area to see one older tree in the center of the circle. It rested atop what looked like an ancient cave, the rocks crumbling around the front.

“I’m not going in there,” Hal immediately stated. “You couldn’t pay me all the money the US owes in debt to go in there. Fuck that.”

“You’re such a big baby,” Barry chuckled, walking up to the entrance; it was about the twelve feet high and ten feet wide, big enough for the two of them to walk in. “Come on. It went in here.”

“Barry, please! Why aren’t you more worried about this?” Hal begged. “You should be more worried!”

“Hal, if it wanted to hurt us, it would’ve done so already.”

“Or maybe it’s luring us to our deaths!” he countered, even though he was following Barry into the cave.

There was more webbing along the walls of the cave, swirling around patterns of purple and blue. The farther they walked the stickier it got, and at one point, they were struggling to lift their feet off the cave floor to take the next step.

“Christ, what is this stuff?” Hal asked and Barry bent down, poking at the webbing.

“It’s like spider webbing, but stickier and stronger.” He vibrated his hand to dislodge it from the strings, then did it around Hal’s feet. “You might wanna float for now. I’ll vibrate my feet to keep from sticking.”

“Good idea,” Hal agreed, lifting a few inches off the ground. “Do you think the lifeform is intelligent?”

“Intelligent us or just intelligent?”

“Intelligent us.”

“Anything’s possible. It seemed sentient so I believe it’s probably intelligent.”

“What do you define as intelligent, Barry?” Hal questioned and the forensic scientist hummed.

“If it’s capable of calculus it’s intelligent.”

“Really? If it can do math homework you think it’s worthy?”

“Calculus is a difficult skill. You need the ability to think and to calculate in order to solve and understand it. That requires sentience and intellige—oh shit!” Barry’s words tipped into a yelp as the ground gave way beneath him and he sunk down, shouting all the way.

Hal’s eyes shot wide, and he flew down the hole. “Barry!” he yelled. “Barry where are—oof!” he collided with more of the webbing, this time enough that the entire left side of his body was stuck to it.

“Hal! You okay!”

He looked over, seeing Barry stuck on his back. “I’m okay? You!”

Barry nodded. “I’ve been better. What is this?” they looked around the best they could. Spiral upon spiral of iridescent webbings surrounded them, stuck to the walls for support, them in the center.

Hal’s eyes narrowed and he glowered at Barry. “I fucking told you it was luring us here.”

“Shut u—”

The clacking sounded above them and with panic, they both turned their eyes to the ceiling, watching as the alien lowered down near them. It looked like a human, two arms and two legs, no extra limbs at all. Hell, it didn’t even look like an alien spider; it just looked like a normal human, gazing down at them with two normal eyes. That was until it opened all six of its golden eyes and stared down at them with it’s mouth open, two one-inch fangs protruding from where the canines were.

“Ohshitohshitohshit,” Hal whispered, about to shit himself in terror.

The alien reached for Barry, and he watched as his friend sunk back into the webbing from the outstretched hand. Except he couldn’t go any farther and turned his head to the side, quietly whimpering as the long black claws touched his cheek.

“Barry!” Hal hissed and blue eyes met his, then,

“Friends!” the alien shouted. “New friends for Rhiezheveir to have!”

Their expressions pinched in confusion as the being started to twirl in the air, one hand holding to the webbing they’d lowered down on, the other elegantly flowing in the air.

“You can understand us?” Barry wondered and they looked down.

“Yes!” leaning down, they got in his face, and he saw the rather feminine looking features. “Rhiezheveir saw the ship come in the sky and land! I waited until you left it to search! The ship’s memory functions in this language!” she seemed rather excited. “Rhiezheveir found the core you were looking for! I did not know how to get you here to return it!”

She climbed up the webbing, disappearing quickly only to reappear with the ship’s core under her free arm. “Here it is! Rhiezheveir brought it back!”

“Why do you keep saying that?” Hal inquired and she lowered down next to his face, hers right in front of his.

“Saying what?”

“Rhieza-something-reservoir?”

“Rhiezheveir?” she offered, and he nodded.

“Yeah, that.”

“Rhiezheveir is my name! I am named after the brightest star in the Kosialaran sky!”

“In the what sky?” Barry asked.

“Kosialaran!” she answered. “This planet’s name! My planet!”

“Are there more of you?” Hal questioned. “You’re the only intelligent life we’ve seen besides bloodthirsty beats trying to eat us.”

“Yes, I saw you fight with the Erqurcus. They are not nice lizards. They like to bite Rhiezheveir when she tries to feed them.”

“Why do you refer to yourself in the third person?” Barry piped up. “Sometimes you use first too.”

“In Aissaveed culture, we commonly refer to ourselves in the third, though I learned from watching, that humans use first. Rhiezheveir is learning to mix them.” She smiled and the clacking sounded again.

Hal tried to look at her. “What is that noise?”

Bending down to his face again, she flashed her fangs. “They click when I get excited!”

Barry cleared his throat. “Um, Rhiezheveir, are there more of your kind in the area?”

“Not here. On the other side of the planet there is. Rhiezheveir has travelled far to get away from her people’s hunters. They do not like me.”

“How come?”

“Rhiezheveir broke tradition. Refused to be royal consort. Fled and hid here.” She let the tips of her toes touch the delicate silk webbing and then crouched, the web bouncing lightly with the weight. “Rhiezheveir is not welcome amongst her people anymore. I am alone now.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” Barry murmured, even empathetical of the alien. “You’re here all alone?”

“Yes! Though not anymore!” she patted both Hal and Barry’s thighs. “New friends!”

Hal wiggled. “I hate to break it to you, Reservoir, but—”

“Rhiezheveir,” she corrected, and he sighed.

“Rhiezheveir. But we have to get back to our own planet. We have responsibilities.”

Barry nodded. “We need to get back to our ship.” he tugged against the webbing. “Can you help us get out of this? We’re stuck.”

“Of course!” she chirped, starting to snip the webbing with her claws.

“Wait a second!” Hal exclaimed. “There’s nothing underneath meAHHHHH!” the last thread snapped, and Hal tumbled down the dark and dimly lit cavern.

“Rhiezheveir!” Barry yelled. “What are you doing!”

She held up a finger in a wait motion, then a wet plop sounded, followed by, “NEVERMIND! I’M OKAY! THIS WATER SMELLS FUNNY THOUGH!”

The Speedster sighed. “Oh, there’s water down there.”

She looked at Barry oddly. “Rhiezheveir would not try to kill her new friends. That is not nice.” Snipping the lines around him, she held on as he fell and she let out a squeal as they dropped, though as Barry hit the water, she merely held on to the web in her hand, just above the body.

Barry broke the water and spit out the remaining in his mouth. “Water tastes funny too.”

Hal rolled his eyes. “Rhiezheveir, how do we get out of here?”

She smiled. “Follow me!” she shot out her free hand and another string of webbing left her hand, attaching to the roof of the cavern; letting go with her other hand, she swung like a monkey on a vine, then repeated the process, alternating her hands. And boy she was fast. Barry and Hal had to freehand like they were in the Olympics to keep up, and even then, it wasn’t fast enough.

***

By the time they made it back to the ship, their hair and clothes had dried off. They noticed that she didn’t like to be on the ground and crawled along the tree limbs above them. Bioluminescent flower petals shook from the branches every time she moved, creating an aura of beautiful red and purple around them.

Barry took the battery from her and slot it back into place, watching as they ship powered back to life; he walked over to Hal who was sitting in the first seat. “Everything good?”

Hal nodded. “A few nicks here and there, but the engine and all other vital systems are good.” He looked up. “We should be good to go once the power levels reach operational.”

The Speedster smiled and turned to her. “Well, Rhiezheveir, this is goodbye.”

She merely blinked. “What do you mean goodbye? I am coming with you.”

“There’s not enough room,” Hal said, and she smiled, those fangs clacking as she raised her arms.

“I will make myself small!” her dark body illuminated in a bright gold, then the shape began to shrink and shift, eight long legs appearing out of the main shape that had evolved into two orb like shapes. When the glow dispersed, she raised her front legs and waved, then skittered up Barry’s leg and body to his head.

“I have a spider on my head.” He said dumbly. “I have an alien spider nuzzling my hair.” Barry looked at Hal. “There’s a spider in my hair.”

Hal shrugged. “So long as it stays on you, we’re good.” He peered at her. “Rhiezheveir, can you understand us in there?”

She waved her front legs as Barry climbed into the ship, sitting on his seat; she scurried down his head to his shoulder and sat there, perfectly balanced, her beady golden eyes occasionally blinking.

“That’s a big ass spider,” Hal noted.

“She reminds me of a Goliath birdeater.”

“A what now?”

“Goliath birdeater. It’s the biggest spider on earth.” He examined her. “But her legs are so long…like a huntsman spiders’. I wonder if she’s got the abilities of different species?”

Barry reached up, holding out his hand and she climbed on it, letting him lower her to his lap. “Can you sit there while we take off, Rhiezheveir? Once were out of atmosphere, you can wander around the cockpit.”

All she merely did was raise her front legs and wave them once more before settling on his thighs, curling her legs in contently; he smiled down at her, then the realization of what bringing her meant and he blurted out, “I have no idea how we’re going to explain this to the others.”

“What do you mean?” Hal questioned.

Barry looked at him. “The crash land will be easy—you’re an idiot.” He ignored Hal’s outcry of offense and gestured to her. “How do we explain we picked up a shapeshifting spider…lady?”

Hal shrugged. “Hostile environment navigated by a peaceful intelligent lifeform who managed to be a stowaway?”

“I like the first half up until ‘who’.” Barry met his gaze. “She was threatened by her own people and begged to help her flee?”

The pilot pursed his lips. “We’ll need to use her reasoning for leaving. The whole royal consort business.”

“Sounds good.” Barry glanced down at her. “Rhiezheveir, does that sound—oh…I think she’s asleep.”

Hal looked down to Barry’s lap and sure enough, the hand-sized spider wasn’t moving on his legs other than the occasional leg twitch. “Sure she didn’t die?”

“Hal!” Barry hissed. “Don’t be mean!” he gently scratched her the top of her abdomen with his pointer finger.

“You’ve pack-bonded with a spider,” Hal noted. “Nice job, buddy.”

“Oh, come on. Like you don’t find her friendly.”

“She’s a spider.”

“She’s an alien who turns into a spider.” He watched the planet get smaller and smaller as they exited the orbit and into the stars. “Bruce isn’t going to be happy that we brought an alien back.”

“I think the pressing matter is that we have no idea what she eats.”

“Bugs?”

“You said she was an alien who turns into a spider, Bar. What’s she going to eat when she’s human…like?”

“Meat?” Barry wiggled his fingers in Hal’s side. “Man-flesh.”

Hal choked on a laugh, batting at the hand against his ribs. “Stop that.” He steered the ship through a debrief field with ease. “We’d better figure out or she’ll eat somebody in the middle of a fight.”

“In a fight?” Barry asked.

Hal shot him a look. “We didn’t take this Lady Spider with us just to get her off her home-world. She’s gonna help out somewhere.” He shrugged. “Might as well stick her in the Justice League.”

Barry’s lips pulled satisfactory. “That’s…actually a good idea.” He smiled. “I can’t wait to show her to Bruce. You know he doesn’t like spiders?”

“He’s scared of spiders?”

“I didn’t say he was scared of them, Hal. He just doesn’t like them. I think creepy crawlies make his skin crawl.”

Hal shoved him in the arm. “Don’t call her creepy crawly. She’s a pretty spider.”

“What happened to making fun of her?” Barry smirked. “You pack-bonded with the pretty alien spider lady, didn’t you?”

“Shut up,” Hal griped, going still when she shifted and crawled up the dash of the ship and stared out the window; she turned, waving her front legs. “Yeah Rhiezheveir? What is it?”

She pointed to the stars, drawing her front legs in downward arcs as if to say, “Wow!”

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Barry murmured and she did it again; he looked curiously at her. “Hey Rhiezheveir, you can understand us, right?”

She waved.

“Okay. Since you can’t talk to us until we get back, how about this—front legs up is ‘yes’ and front legs down is ‘no’. Do you understand?”

She lifted her legs up and he grinned.

“Good. Now, do you like warm places?”

Her legs went up, then down.

“Sort of?”

Up.

“You like warm and cool weather?”

Up.

“We’re going back to our world. There’re many habitats there. Some really hot and really cold. Others are in the middle.” He explained, watching her almost nod. “We’ll be meeting the group Hal and I work with on another ship. You’ll have to stay there for the time being. Is that okay?”

She lifted her legs up.

Hal leaned over. “Rhiezheveir, are you a spider that sometimes turns into a lady?”

Her legs stayed down.

“So, you’re a lady that sometimes turns into a spider?”

Up.

“Nice. Can you fight?”

Up and waving wildly.

Barry looked at Hal then back to her. “You said you refused the position of royal consort. Were you chosen because you could fight?”

Up.

“So, you escaped because you didn’t want to be forced into that position?”

Still up.

Barry nodded solemnly. “Rest assured, Rhiezheveir, you won’t be forced into anything like that on Earth. You’ll be free and able to live openly and not in hiding.”

Her legs stilled in the air, then the curled and Hal muttered, “I think you overwhelmed her emotionally.”

The Speedster cupped the spider in his hands, letting her crawl back into his lap. “Sorry, Rhiezheveir. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

She merely snuggled into his lap and stayed there.

“Rhiezheveir,” Hal started. “Your name is really complicated for humans to say. While I think it would be a good identity for a superhero life, I think you should find an easier name for people to use.”

She waved a single leg, signaling she was listening.

“How about (Y/N)?”

Barry smiled. “Ooo, I like (Y/N). That’s a pretty name.”

She raised her front legs and waved them excitedly.

“I think Rhiezheveir likes it too.” He scratched her torso. “Welcome to the Justice League (Y/N). You’re gonna fit in perfectly.”

(Y/N) waved her front legs, rearing up on her back.

“HOLY FUCK LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HER FANGS!” Hal shouted.

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[xpeachesncream]

fiend | one shot

f i e n d ;

a person who wants something really bad, and keeps coming back for more.

because that's exactly what you are with your boss who dicks you down properly, time and time again.

pairing: assistant!reader x ceo!yg

genre: ceo au | smut

words: 2.7k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, bondage, unprotected rough sex that makes you cry, multiple orgasms, breast play, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), pussy smacking, ass smacking, dirty talking, doggy style, choking, i think that’s it? 

note: uh, definitely filthiest smut i’ve ever written by far.. i’m sorry lmao i’m trying to experiment with smut and yoongi is the one i’ve decided to experiment with. again, pls excuse any errors. enjoy!

Your eyes drifted down the hallway, quickly making eye contact with your boss before you turned the corner. Soon after, you heard his foot steps following behind you, his fingers grazing the buttons of his blazer as he unbuttoned them and quickly loosened the tie around his neck as he continued to follow your path.

You bit your lip as you took one last look behind you, seeing him coming for you, the lust seeping through his skin. Apparent in his eyes. In his walk. The way he licked his bottom lip.

You turned the knob to a room, not knowing who's it was but you didn't give a single fuck. All these rich folk and their big ass homes, there was no way any of them truly and actually cared about each and every single room in the house. Before you could fully shut the door, your boss slips himself in, silently shutting it close for you and locking it.

"Running away from me?" Yoongi asks in your ear, his breath grazing your neck.

"There's no fun if I don't, right?" You slightly cock your head to the side, a smirk slowly growing at the corner of your lips. Suddenly, you feel the cold material from his tie wrap around your wrists.

"Hmm." He hums. "Now that I've got you though, you're not going anywhere." He says lowly, holding the tie tightly as he bends you forward onto the side of the drawer against the wall. He finishes tying his tie around your wrist, your breathing slightly hitching when he tightens it. You feel him lift the back of your dress up, your thong exposing your ass cheeks and your folds almost swallowing the material with how bent you are at the moment.

How you got here? You didn't know, but you also didn't care. Min Yoongi was one of the youngest thriving CEOs to exist and out of all applicants, he had chosen your innocent ass as his assistant. You literally had just graduated not too long ago, finding an ad for the position online as you nonchalantly surfed the web and did your rounds of poking for entry-level positions. It didn't contain many requirements, which sparked your interest. But you figured you'd never land the job having interviewed amongst other women and men who had been executive assistants previously for months, even years.

Little did you know that you'd star in your own Fifty Shades of Grey movie, and honestly, all this shit was worth it to you. You didn't care about the dirty ass looks the rest of the staff would give you. You didn't care about the shit talking they'd do. You were never one to worry about little things like that; You did you and you carried your own shit. You knew the women were jealous, and you knew they wanted to be you.

Why would you be mad about that?

It ultimately became Yoongi's weakness. You just had it like that.

You'd watch as they'd take your job and prepare Yoongi's coffee in the morning, hoping to bat an eyelash and shower him in compliments. You sat at your desk smirking to yourself at how hard they tried. Sometimes Yoongi would acknowledge it, most of the time - he didn't. Because he was fixated on you and you had yet to learn that.

He wasn't one to build relationships with his staff, he made sure to keep his personal life separate from his career. He didn't talk much in the beginning, having random people train you before he began to step in and show you the ropes himself. He'd come off cold at first, barely showing any expressions. Barely acknowledging you by name, even. But as time went on, you were able to exceed his expectations, doing things before he'd even ask and you found him slowly unraveling around you. He'd tell you goodmorning as soon as he'd catch sight of you at your desk. He'd ask how your day was. He'd ask for your opinion on certain things. He'd ask for you to fully handle his schedule because he loved the way you treated him so delicately, moving appointments around just so he'd have time to breathe and eat. Then, you'd catch his smile. His laugh. How he'd shower you in compliments, talking about how nice you looked that day. He'd leave you notes on your desk, thanking you for your hard work.

If you weren't mistaken, you had felt a small crush developing for your boss. But, you knew you had to keep it professional. That is - until Min Yoongi had caught on and acted on it. He stood behind you as he looked over your shoulder at the computer screen. He had one hand planted on your desk, while the other rested on the top of your chair. You looked up at him from your seat, his eyes locked onto yours. He edged his face closer to yours, locking your lips with his. You couldn't help but gasp as you quickly pulled away, pushing yourself off after reality had settled in. But he had grabbed your wrist ever so gently, shaking his head as he told you to stop holding back.  Something so innocent had turned lustful, full of desire and passion. You gave in and allowed him to get a taste of all of you. Once you were in, there was no going back. He fucked you so good that you could barely walk, fucking you in all places you could imagine - his office, his car, his home, his kitchen, balcony, now this party that was flooded with such highly important people. All you wanted was him, all you craved for was him; Just as he had craved for you every second of his day.

That's why your ass was bent over on someone's expensive ass black dresser, Yoongi's tie tied tightly around your wrists as he swipes his fingers down his tongue before giving your pussy a good smack. You let out a small whimper as he pulls your panties down and throws them aside, his tongue licking a stripe in between your folds.

"You gonna be a good girl for me?"

"Yes." You whimper once again when you feel him spread your cheeks to take full advantage of the position you were in. You feel his tongue gently probe your entrance before you hear him suck you dry, a slight chuckle releasing from his lips as he pulls away and starts to insert two fingers to stretch you out. His long fingers start slowly, Yoongi full out enjoying the sound of your wetness every time he pulls in and out. He curves his digits upwards, causing you to twitch on the drawer from how deep he's tickling your core.

"Ohhhhh, Yoongi, please." You mewl. Your hands are slightly getting tired from being held behind you, but at the same time, you're so fucking turned on at how rough he's handling you - like he had been wanting you all night. Which, he has. He couldn't believe the audacity you had to show up to this party in that tightly fitted dress, hugging you in all the right places. You caught on quick, teasing him throughout the night by grazing your hand against his, brushing your fingers across his manhood area ever so gently in passing, whispering how good he looked in his suit.

"Stay still. You said you'd be good." He says, quickening his pace while he held the tie down to keep your hands in place. The faster he pumps his fingers in and out of you, the quicker you feel yourself coming undone.

"Hohhhh, fuck." You moan. "I'm close."

"Gonna cum around these fingers, baby?" You want to hold on so badly, but you can't. And you don't. You find yourself trembling on top of the dresser, Yoongi licking up your mess and completely disregarding how overly sensitive you are right now. The pain turns into more pleasure for you, and you want nothing more than to feel him inside of you.

But he has other plans first. He wastes no time bringing you back up to standing position by holding his tie, aggressively getting you on your knees in the middle of the room.

"You better make good use of those hands when I let them go." He says, undoing his tie. You slightly wince at how sore you are from keeping your hands in one position for some time, but you brush it off as Yoongi stands in front of you, ready for you to unzip his pants and let his aching dick free. He loves watching you suck him on your knees, the sight of your pretty face and his dick going in and out of your mouth being something out of this world for him. He ain't ever gotten head so good until he's gotten it from you.

And so you're craving to make him feel just as good as he made you feel, gripping his hardened member when it springs free from his boxers, your tongue following its length like a guide. His dick wasn't the thickest, but it was long and that shit never failed to make you cum time and time again. That shit never failed to tear you up. You suck his tip, your tongue swirling around the pooling pre-cum before you pull back with a pop. You watch from below as he tilts his head back in pleasure, small moans leaving his mouth as his hands are tangled in your hair. He begins to lower you onto his dick, steadying the pace before he wants you to start taking him all the way. His tip tickles the back of your throat while he keeps you there for a good minute, tears streaming from your eyes as you choke on him, saliva trailing from your mouth and his tip once he tugs your head back.

"So fucking pretty when you take my shit like that." He smirks before biting his bottom lip, his grey hair lightly brushing past his eyes. You swallow him whole a couple of times more, more saliva trailing down his dick and between your mouth and his tip before he's satisfied with how fucked out you look simply from taking his dick down your throat. "What do you want me to do to you, pretty girl?"

"Fuck me, please." You whine. He grips your chin and stands you up to eye level.

"You want me?" You nod. "Tell me how much you want me, babygirl."

"I want you so bad, Yoongi. Please. Wanna feel you."

He smirks. "Gonna make you feel good, sweetheart. Don't worry about that." He doesn't hesitate to carry you, albeit he struggles a bit with his pants below his ankles, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso before dropping you onto the bed. You wiggle yourself up a little higher before he crawls on top, his lips pressing against yours. The kiss quickly becomes messy, your hands getting tangled in his hair as his tongue sensually caressed your mouth. You moan into it while his hands work to bring the bottom portion of your dress above your waist. He pulls down your top portion just enough to expose your bare breasts, his hands giving them a good squeeze before taking your nipples in between his fingers and giving them a good pinch. You let out a small cry as he pulls away from the kiss, your nipples feeling incredibly hard and sensitive from his touch. He brings his mouth down to one nipple at a time, toying with it for a second by using his tongue to flick the bud around before sucking.

"That feels so good." You let out breathily. He lets out a small moan as he sucks on the other before bringing his mouth back up to yours. You wiggle yourself onto him, feeling his tip graze your folds, driving you insane. The heat is pooling in your core, almost unbearable at the fact.

"You want this dick in you now?" He whispers in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe right after. You let out a hiss as you nod, letting out a small whimper as you watch him pump his dick a few times below you. He inserts the tip, your mouth slightly open at how fucking good he feels slowly filling you up. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you grip onto his shirt while he bottoms out, the sound of your wetness bouncing off of the walls while he rolls his hips into you, working inwards and outwards. He keeps your legs open with his hands, making sure your wide enough to feel every inch of him inside of you.

"Fuuuuck, Yoongi." You moan. "Give it to me." He picks up his pace. "Just like that, just like that." You repeatedly whine until you can't cry it out any longer. The pleasure completely takes over your body as you bounce up and down in his grip, his eyes marveling at your titties bouncing around while he fucks you senselessly.

"Always so good to me." He groans. "Taking me in so perfectly. I wish you could see how fucking good you look crying out for me." You were absolutely perfect to him, in every way possible. The music outside is so loud at this point that you're sure no one can hear you yelling his name in this room. Your nails are digging into his clothed arms, his hands now making his way up to your neck to slightly grip onto it while he aggressively hammers into you.

"I'm gonna cum again." You manage to spit out as his hands are barely giving you room to speak. Sooner or later, one to two more powerful thrusts in, you feel yourself spiraling out of control, groaning as you tremble underneath him. He bites onto his bottom lip as he slows his pace to help you ride out your high and places a sloppy kiss onto your lips.

"Turn around for me." He says, you quickly obeying silently. He has you on your fours towards the edge of the bed, his tie now wrapped around your mouth and in between your teeth. He tugs on it ever so slightly to the side, getting a good look at your face before planting a kiss on on your neck. He quickly swipes his hand down your pussy, knowing full well how sensitive you still are. You twitch at the sensation, Yoongi letting out a small chuckle at how sexy and vulnerable you are right now. He slips himself in, letting out a moan at how wet you are around him. He holds onto his tie as he fucks into you quick, tears streaming down your cheeks. You let out a loud moan, but it's muffled through the material of his tie, enjoying every bit of the pain and pleasure your boss is bringing you at this moment. He grips your ass with his free hand before giving it a good smack, groans leaving his mouth as he pumps in and out.

"Who's pussy is this?" He leans forward and asks in your ear.

"Yours." You mumble.

"Who's?"

"Youuuuurs." You cry.

"Shit, babygirl. I'm gonna cum. Gonna fill you up so good." He leans back, his high coming to a close. Your eyes shut close as you feel your walls constrict around him at the same time he lets himself go, his cum coating your walls while you coat his dick. He lets the tie go gently, allowing you to breathe through your high, huffing and puffing to regulate yourself. You let out a small gasp feeling him remove himself from inside of you, cum leaking out of your throbbing pussy. You can barely fix your position, your legs trembling and weak from how fucked out you are. Yoongi takes a napkin from the nearby dresser, wiping you clean before getting himself together and helping you up.

"So much for enjoying the party like you wanted." You tease as you fix yourself in the full length mirror near the bed. Yoongi stands behind you, adjusting his blazer and shirt and tossing his tie aside since it had been drenched from your saliva.

"Didn't have to be such a tease."

"I thought that's what you wanted." He comes from behind you, lowering himself to your ear.

"You know I always want you though, so there's no need to be one. You ever think about that?" He says lowly near your ear as he lifts up your long lost panties with his finger.

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[apimpnamedlo]

Sneaky Link

A/N: This took me forever to do 😂 I hope y’all are able to enjoy!

pairings: eren jaeger x reader

genre: modern au, college au

word count: 1.2k

warnings: weed, cannabis, public sex if you squint a little, choking, bilingual man being sexy as hell-

jasmine sullivan ft. ari lennox, on it

sza ft ty dolla sign & coco jones, hit different

nsfw below

You two had to stop meeting like this.

There were relatively fresh memories clinging to the back of your mind that reminded you that nothing was exactly wrong with it. You were dating, but hadn’t quite reached a point out of the talking phase that others had vague knowledge of. A relationship with Eren Jaeger required patience to get to know one another, gently pushing one another to the point where one day you two would fall off that cliff and into a state of bliss of being “official” to the public eye.

Sometimes, you two needed a safe haven away from prying eyes to relish in your relationship , but that didn’t involve what the two of you were doing in the backseat of Eren’s Jeep. It was supposed to be a discreet little meet up while your friends wound themselves down for the night and curled into the comfort of their beds. Eren would sit in the back seat with you and look every bit as delectable as he always did, roll up, and by the time smoke was able to invade your lungs? Your clit throbbed with the anticipation the blunt gave you.

Every time. He just had that effect on you.

Every time you two found alone time in there it involved you planting yourself on top of him while being mindful of his leather seats, almost expertly wiggling your hips to get into a good position to be filled with his pulsing dick. It always ended with you riding the youngest of the Yeager brothers dick, and you had no shame in that. Eren didn’t either.

Smug asshole.

The man of the hour practically did nothing but lay back in the mid section of his backseat, lips pressed against your skin and he sloppily sucked angry hickies against the flesh of your chest. His hand balanced the blunt you two shared carefully in hand, while one was free to roam your body. Eventually that hand found its goal between your legs, and pushed your damp panties to the side to circle his thumb between damp folds to your clit.

“You’re driving me mad,” He mumbled into your neck, and it was obvious that he enjoyed the sight of you squirming, mewling and full of desire. He slicked himself with your arousal, predicting just what he knew would come next. “You just wanna be full of my dick, huh? Show me how much you want it.”

Eren didn’t need to say much more after that. You didn’t need to take a chance with aligning him with your entrance, sinking down with a breathless sigh, shifting your weight out of a fear that tap danced around your mind that you could somehow hurt him.

It took a lot out of the man to resist not taking your hip and pushing you down to take him fully. His teeth clenched while a groan rumbled deep in the confines of his chest, making you squeeze him briefly just to silence him.

“Fuck,” he whispered in the midst of taking a drag of the blunt that almost seemed forgotten. Eren’s body seemed to relax after that, leaning back to observe you in your near naked glory where you lacked a bra, and your shirt had been crumpled upwards to settle just at your armpits.

Even if you two were tucked away in the back of his car, away from the gaze of both of your roommates respectively, he still looked at you as if you weren’t anything less of a goddess.

“You like what you see?” You teased, testing the waters of squeezing around his girth, and that earned you nothing but pursed lips and an exhale of smoke.

“You look divine as always, mein schreier,” he purred, and worked the both of you into a rhythm. The car rocked gingerly with the both of your efforts, his thrusts pushing up and into your expecting cunt and your downward motions that met each one that sucked him in deeper and deeper to fulfil both your needs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You could wail like this all you wanted and he would still say you sang to him like you were reciting a mantra. It was far from anything holy, but you could tell that he practically worshipped the way you sang for him, “Eren, please just fuck me harder.”

Oh, he obliged.

The man blew a smoke screen in your face and completely put out the blunt to place both hands on your waist. The look in his eye made your core clench around him, and your foreheads met in the midst of smoke and the heat of intimacy. Every inhale was met with an exhale, every grunt matched with a moan. He was just as intoxicating of what filled the car, reaching somewhere deep, primal, just as he did each time before.

“____, shit” He hissed, breaking the connection between the two of you and let you take control, slumping back to navigate his hand between your sweat clad bodies, and the tell tale signs of his orgasm came in the form of his dick twitching inside of you. He was probably going to cum, you noticed in the haze of the moment. His head landed on the headrest with the softest of thumps, Adam’s apple prominent with littered marks of your previous make out session.

You were going to take all of it. Down to the last drop. Eren made sure of it in the way his hand shot out, almost dragging your upper body close to his by your delicate throat. His lips were hot, needy, and communicated exactly what he wanted. One, was for you to keep doing exactly what you did, bouncing almost effortlessly on his dick. And the next?

Cum with him.

The car was silent, save for the wet connection of flesh on flesh that made a unique music of its own. The both of you throbbed together, gaining momentum to push yourselves over into bliss until-

You stumbled over the edge of your own orgasm with a strangled wail, the pressure of his lanky fingers digging into your throat just right.  Your words were tumbling over each other with the pressure of your orgasm and his hand that seemed planted at your throat. It gave air, and it took it away with just a bit of pressure from his index and thumb.

“That’s right. Fucking cum for me,” he grunted, taking opportunity to lift you up and off of him in one moment, and spill release on your bare thighs the next.

The two of you took time soaking one another in, and you shakily straightened yourself out while Eren steadily helped you into the comforts of his lap.

Yeah, you two had to stop meeting up like this.

Eventually.

note: mein schreier - rough German translation of “my screamer” because I headcanon Eren speaks German. He learned from his mother and father at a young age!

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