#and i say 'let's go lesbians let's go' as the battle starts

[cockmcstuffins]

pulling up to any domination battle in digimon cyber sleuth hacker's memory like

#digimon cyber sleuth #i don't like domination battles honestly #but i am a simple girl and i pick yuuko and fei to come with me #and i say 'let's go lesbians let's go' as the battle starts #and they come through for me every time

[yamujiburo]

HANAMUSA (JESSIExDELIA) MASTER POST

I probably should have started doing this forever ago but I wasn’t sure how long I was gonna stick with drawing these comics. But I guess we’re in it now! This will be continually updated~ EVERYTHING UNDER THE CUT

BEFORE YOU START:

This post is required reading about Team Rocket’s ages since that’s usually a question that comes up a lot LOL. As for Delia’s age, she is said to be 29 in Takeshi Shudo’s (original writer on Pokémon) novel that built out the world and characters of the anime.

Next, I feel like this chart helps give the vibe of what these characters relationship is (all just headcanons except for their names and ages)!

WHERE TO START:

Here’s a post I made detailing how Jessie, James and Meowth initially start living with Delia. It also goes into what each character does in this AU. Before going into the post, you might enjoy this fanfic my girlfriend commissioned! It’s based off of said post and is a more enjoyable read.

Here’s also a list of headcanons!

COMICS:

Here’s all the comics I’ve done! The order of most of them are pretty ambiguous and up in the air but I put them in the order I kinda see in my head! There are some that do take place before Jessie and Delia start dating though! Also a few comics that have several parts but the “next” and “prev” links will be in each comic. So I’ll only link the first part of those ones in this masterpost.

Pre-Relationship

Fast Food

Ophidiophobia

Whipped

Making Eyes

Hairbrush

Inquiries

Separated

First Kiss

During Relationship

Big Bed

Tattoo

Crumbs

Pet Clown

I’d Like To

Jessica

Lipstick (not a comic but some fun extra dialogue for this)

Glow

Official

Stare Down

Shovel Talk

Invisible Walls

Date Night

Face Blind

One Motto Away

Snowgasboard

Delia’s Got a Cold

Mr. Jessie Ketchum

Peek-At-Chu

Hands Off Pikachu!

Wine Nights with James

Beauty and the Beach

Turning Point Arc

Sunscreen

Where Do Babies Come From

Love Life

Ugly

Ace Trainers

Pikasitting

Mother’s Day

Father’s Day

Gift for Delia

Gift for Jessie

Jessilina Fan

Crossdressing

Hickeys

Journey Arc

Tone

Cooking Twerp

Son

Cooking Advice

Serperior Facts

Cassidy’s Cabin Arc

Father/Son Bonding

Glasses

Uniform

Study Help

Happy Valentine’s Day

Wrapped

Daddy Daughter Double Battle

Splinter

Married Life

Wedding

Arbok/Weezing Reunion

Snake Eyes

MISC DRAWINGS:

I’ll update this with links to my other miscellaneous drawings later! 

FAQ:

What does "Hanamusa" mean?

Hanamusa is a combination of Delia and Jessie's Japanese names, Hanako and Musashi respectively.

When does this AU take place?

It takes place sometime after the Mezase Pokémon Master/To Be a Pokémon Master series. So all the events that happened in the series, unless retconned within the series, happened. Ash is 10 at the start of the comics.

What's the status between Jessie, James, Meowth and Giovanni/Team Rocket?

Not great terms since they were fired, but also not the worst terms. Giovanni just let the three of them go without any further issues. I will say that I've always loved the theory that Giovanni keeps Jessie specifically around because of her parentage and he as a soft spot for her that he keeps a secret. I feel like Matori was the one that got the three of them fired and Giovanni wasn't able to make an excuse for them this time (without showing nepotism/special treatment) so he was forced to let them go.

If you headcanon Delia as a lesbian, how did Ash come to be?

Delia was young when she had Ash and I hc that she just didn’t really explore her sexuality much! I myself didn’t realized I liked women until I was 18 and didn’t know I liked ONLY women until like 2 years ago. She got married, had a baby and realized after her husband left that she liked women (trans people exist obviously but I’m also interpreting Ash’s father as a cis man).

Who do you think Ash’s dad is?

I don’t know and I don’t really care to explore it. I’m going off of the novel interpretation that he’s just a deadbeat that left to be a trainer, failed and never came back because of the shame. He’s not important.

Isn’t Giovanni Ash’s dad?

That’s a common misconception that people remember wrong from the Pokémon Live show. Delia mentions she dated Giovanni but then left him and his gang after meeting Ash’s father. I also don’t consider the live show canon personally! I follow The Birth of Mewtwo timeline where Madame Boss founded Team Rocket.

Do you think Delia and Giovanni dated at least?

Nah, I think he’s too old for her? I always got the vibe from The Birth of Mewtwo that he was quite a bit older than Jessie and it’d be sus if he was dating Delia when she was married to, and had a child with her husband at 18/19. He’s a bad guy but not a BAD guy.

You mentioned you still ship Jessie and James. Why not make a Jessie, James, Delia polycule?

I have a few reasons I’ve mentioned before! 1. I’m in super deep with this AU already and I feel it’d be very confusing for casual viewers of my stuff if James was added into the relationship haha. 2. I’ve drawn Jessie and James together since 2011 and took this AU as an opportunity to try my hand at writing them as queer, platonic besties bc I love that interpretation of them a lot as well. 3. I’m not poly myself and the way I write this ship is largely based off of my experiences with my girlfriend. I just know I’d favor the Jessie/Delia of it all which isn’t fair and not a good interpretation of a poly relationship. All that said, I DO super enjoy seeing peoples’ poly headcanons and art!

Who does James end up with in this AU?

No one. He's aroace and is happy to be single

Do Jessie and James have all their Pokémon in this AU

I think they have all the Pokémon that they did by the end of Mezase Pokémon Master (all their Pokémon that were left at HQ). Most of their released Pokémon have stayed released and the Alola Pokémon are still in Alola. I bring back Arbok and Weezing post-Jessie and Delia getting married. I may bring back Chimecho, Growlie and Cacnea if I think of an idea I like!

What are Meowth and James up to in this AU?

Hop back to the top of this post under the "Where to Start" section. All your questions will be answered.

Does Ash travel with anyone at this point of his life?

I don't have anyone in particular in mind! I could see him making new friends (Nemona???) or traveling with different combinations of old friends. Like him, Misty and Goh, him, Dawn and Cilan, him, Serena and Lillie etc.

Will Delia ever get over her phobia of snake Pokémon

Not fully! I think overcoming fears is fine and good but I think real PHOBIAS are much harder to get past and I don't want to cheapen it. She slowly gets used to Jessie's Seviper specifically and gets to the point where she can pet it comfortably with Jessie in the room. But otherwise, still scared and would need that same amount of time per Pokémon

Is Jessie gaining weight or is it just me?

Not just you! Jessie puts on a bit of relationship weight overtime as you'll see in the later comics in the timeline. Jessie grew in poverty, never knowing when her next meal would be and that continued into her life as a Team Rocket member. Once she was able to settle down (with a woman who runs her own restaurant no less) she's able to live a healthier lifestyle with regular meals and puts on some weight because of that.

Does Jessie ever feel self conscious about gaining weight?

Nope! She feels happier and healthier and hotter. She's also unreasonably excited to clear out her old clothes and get a new wardrobe.

Would Jessie and Delia ever have kids together or adopt?

Nah, Ash is enough for them! I have come up with hypothetical kids for them but they're not canon to this AU. Just a fun little thing for me.

Will you ever put this on webtoon?

Nah. People mostly ask me this because they want to read everything in the order of the timeline but to my knowledge, you can’t reorder chapters or installments which would defeat the purpose. I also don’t think nintendo fan stuff would fly there. Also, also it’s just extra work and another place to upload and I want to keep this all fun for myself~

#hanamusashipping #hanamusa #hanamusa comic #master post

[elliesmainhoe]

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Dealer!Ellie X GoodGirl!Reader

My Masterlist

You and Ellie met at a college party.

Neither of you particularly wanted to be there. Ellie was there to sell. You had been dragged out by your roommate so you could 'let loose' as she put it.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ellie saw some asshole guy getting a bit too close for you.

Your eyes were wide and you looked a bit out of your element. Hands behind your back to hide how they tremble, and how you stance is folded inwards, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

"sup baby, can I buy you a drink?" A cocky frat boy approached you in the corner that you were sheltering in, hiding from the crowd.

"Uh. No thanks... I've got one already..." You replied gesturing to the stereotypical red solo cup you were holding, filled with a concoction of alcohol and sodas.

"Oh don't be such a prude baby~ I can show you a good time" his voice was slurred, likely from the amount of alcohol you could tell he had consumed as it still lingered in his breath.

Ellie had been watching the whole interaction from the get go, she found her eyes drifting towards you, dressed somewhat revealing, but she could tell it was not your usual style. Ellie knew everyone and everyone knew ellie, but she hadn't seen you before. So before she can even rethink, she was heading towards the guy who surely wouldn't get the hint.

"Hey Jason," ellie started, grabbing his attention away from you and onto her. "It's been a while since you last bought from me, how about this, I'll give ya 30% off if you leave this pretty girl alone" she offered.

"shit." He laughed out, a stupid drunk smile on his face " I'll leave you two to it then" he winked chucking as he walked away.

When you turn around to thank her with does eyes, she simply melts.

Thinks your so pretty and invited you to sit with her on the couch.

You start talking, you had a lot in common actually, you were studying astrophysics and she was studying astronomy.

Ellie made jokes and banter with you between puffs of her joint. She did ask you if you wanted one, free of course 'cause pretty girls smoke for free', but you declined, thanking her but stating you weren't into that kinda stuff.

By the end of the night, you had exchanged numbers and hitched a ride home with her.

You both began flirting casually, and as the majority of lesbians do, you didn't know if it was platonic or romantic.

After weeks of much confusion and helpless pining, Ellie took you to a diner, bought you food and as you both left she grabbed the back of your head and kissed you sweetly.

Dealer!Ellie as a girlfriend is so protective. She's always touching you, a hand on your lower back, in your back pocket or just simply interlocking her hand with yours.

She always respects your boundaries, and never pressures you into smoking weed with her. But omg when you ask her to share one of her joints 'just to try' she's so happy.

Ellie was man spreading on the couch as per usual for a Friday night. One hand was furiously clicking buttons on her Playstation controller, but another was taking drags from her joints leisurely.

Unbeknownst to your girlfriend, you were having an inner battle with yourself. You kept thinking back to younger you, when you vowed to never do drugs, even light drugs, but her you were, with a dealer as a girlfriend and daydreaming about sharing a joint with her.

Fuck it.

"Hey Ells..." You mutter out from the armchair in the corner of your living room.

"Yeah babygirl?" She says before exhaling smoke out of her soft lips.

"I- uh. God I swore I would never do this." You murmured under your breath "I want to try it" you say, equipping a false sense of confidence into your voice.

"Try what pretty?" She pushed a button on her controlling, the scene on the TV screen displaying the words 'PAUSED' in big bold letters.

You let out a breathy sigh, signalling your defeat "weed ells, I want to try weed"

"oh. Good girl, gone bad, huh?" "Oh shut up" she laughed at you're annoyed expression. "Come over and sit on my thigh baby, I'll roll a new one and we can share. Sound good?"

You hummed in agreeance and sauntered towards Ellie's lap, She was wearing only her boxers and a sports bra due to the hot weather your state was suffering with, and holy shit was she hot. Toned abs slick with sweat, her tits glistening. Ugh you were whipped.

You watched as Ellie sat up slightly, bending down and rolling the smoking paper around a green nugget of cannabis. She placed the roll in between your painted lips, cupping the end with her hand and sparking the lighter into life as she lit the joint.

Ellie saw your body tensed, nervousness now increasing, "Just relax sweet girl, breath in... Yeah, just like that, now breath out" you did as she said but not before letting out a cough.

"well done pretty girl, did so well, wanna take another drag" she whispered, pecking your forehead lightly.

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I don't smoke weed so I don't really know if this is accurate 😭😅. Hope you liked it though ❤️

#ellie williams #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #lesbian #the last of us #ellie x reader #lesbian fic #wlw #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #tlou headcanons #ellie williams hbo #tlou hbo #ellie headcanons #ellie williams headcanons #dealer!ellie #dealer #goodgirl!reader

[cranberryjuice-posts]

I’m abt to post a new clarisse FIC but I just wanted to go on a rant abt this

SPOILERS FOR PJO

Clarisse and silena Were in love. Ive already made a post abt thhis before but I wanna just like elaborate

- “Clarisse is in love with Chris and silena is in love with Charles beckendorf”

Yes that’s true but have you ever noticed how differently clarisse treats female characters vrs male characters. She softer and while still a bitch not an actually shitty person to characters like for example annabeth, silena and more, in the sea of monsters she was concerned for annabeth after she broke her ribs but in the next line insulted Percy.

She is also seen countless times being kinder to annabeth in multiple different scenes while still be harsh to other male characters. She gets ruthless in the war meeting in the final book and all she said is “I apologize to only silena” or something like that. When have we ever seen clarisse apologize than to silena

- “clarisse went into the labyrinth to find Chris she loved him”

Clarisse went into the labyrinth to find Chris, the only reason for this was because he showed up to her house in Arizona. She felt responsible to get him back from camp. She also helped nurse him back to sanity until Dionysius could help.

Clarisse felt responsible for Chris, that’s why and she can still love him platonically. That’s how I’ve always viewed their relationship was them being platonic.

- “silena and clarisse Were Just good friends that’s it”

Clarisse and silena Are direct parallels to Achilles and Patroclus, two characters in the Iliad who are very clearly lovers.

I Said it once I’ll say it again, Rick most likely didn’t think about making both girls the parallels to the myth until he was already writing the book. If he had decided on that way before I firmly believe he would of made them both together

But I would also like to add his books came out in the early 2000’s the last Olympian coming out in 2009 and queer represantion wasn’t as “common” as it is now. With Disney also being his publisher he was probably hesitant to even introduce a gay character in his books let alone two sapphic women.

Yes we started to see change for queer identies in the early 2000’s we also have to still think that again Disney is ricks publisher, even Disney didn’t really start being more accepting of LGBTQ+ identies until recently.

- “well if all that’s true why didn’t Rick just make them in love in the final book”

I Just explained why above but also he had already written their relationships out, silena and beckendorf in the demigod diaries or which ever one it was and clarisse and Chris in the battle of the labyrinth.

He can’t just go back and completely rewrite the cannon relationships he has set without it being weird.

——

In the end even actors like Dior who plays clarisse says that her character and silena will have a more sapphic relationship and with the show coming out now and with season 2 being announced, Rick having cannon gay characters a whole book about nico and will who are to young men in a relationship going through Tartarus, I belive Rick will make silena and clarisse have a more romantic relationship compared to the books.

Also we’re going to be seeing a lot of change anyways, Rick wrote these books YEARS ago and of course like any artist you will critique your old work. So again I hope we see a more developed and romantic relationship between silena and clarisse especially since Clarisse is very much a lesbian coded character

That’s it Ty for coming to my Ted talk 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #clarisse larue #clarisse x silena #percy jackson show #pjo show #pjo fandom #percy jackson

[bung3665]

Some Dynamics and Character Lore From GGZ

Given the title, this won't cover everything, especially the dynamics that are present for GGZ-only characters, but I thought I'd make a post for Hi3 characters that are present in GGZ for those of you who like to draw fanart/write fanfiction. As well as the fact that I like talking about GGZ.

Fair warning: this is going to be long, I have a bad habit of going into too much detail on things like this, so please bear with me.

For this post in particular, I was going to focus on multiple characters but this ended up being so long I relegated to it just being about Kiana and Mei, and more specifically two versions of them. I might make a follow up post for Bronya/Seele/Sin at another time.

Trigger warning for attempted suicide below. I feel like I should include this just in case.

Short introduction but that's all I have to say before diving into the material.

Kiana/Mei

It shouldn't really be a surprise that Kiana's greatest dynamic is with Mei and only Mei. The two are a lot more blatant with their feelings and relationship in GGZ. However, their relationship is also more tumultuous than in Hi3. They are a good example of doomed yuri, besides the ending to the Reborn storyline, which is bittersweet at the least and good at the most.

The writing of GGZ carries the same theme as Honkai 3rd, fighting against the fate of the world and for all that's beautiful. GGZ tends to explore the darker aspects to this setting, often times mixing in heavier themes while doubling down on the struggles of the characters. At times, it can be almost over the top, but I think its cohesive and still a finely crafted story.

It should come as no shocker that Kiamei is the primary ship of GGZ, it's outright confirmed that they love each other at points throughout the story. Sometimes it is for lesbian bait, but on the whole I think their writing is good and the way they rely on each other for support is nice.

Kiana and Mei are more grounded in GGZ, if I had to word it. They're still incredibly resilient, but there are times where they crack mentally. It happens to Kiana more than it does to Mei (save for the last arc, where it's all about Mei suffering), but seeing them work through these things does deepen the bond they have.

Now with all that said, let's move on to the actual content of this post.

Retrospective

Retro is the story you play when you first start the game, this is the "first half" of GGZ's story in some regard. GGZ's story and setting is divided into separate eras, with the main two being Retrospective and Reborn. Era Zero, taking place before both of them, was never fully completed unfortunately.

In Retro, Kiana and Mei initially start off on the wrong foot. Mei is sort of hostile towards Kiana (a result of her becoming a Herrscher) and Kiana is a bit insensitive to Mei on introduction, but after learning about Mei's past, Kiana manages to get through to Mei after their battle and the two make up.

Will put it out there that much like Kiana in the Hi3 mangas and early Hi3 story, she's a perv here. Yet her crush on Mei is a genuine thing.

Things calm down for a while, but when Bronya enters the picture and Mei begins to dote on her like a big sister, Kiana gets a little...possessive, and jealous. She's quite immature when it comes to romance in Retro. And while Mei is more serene about things she does care for Kiana too.

The two have their own unresolved matters, however. For Kiana, it's finding her dad who went missing when she was young (note: Kiana in GGZ is not a clone like in Hi3, this is the real and original Kiana Kaslana). And for Mei, it's regarding Ryoma's sentencing and his ties to Anti-Entropy. The two bring it up at points and reassure each other that they will find their dads which is sweet.

Things take a turn for the worse when Cocolia attacks St. Freya with the Moonlight Throne battleship. When the ship crashes into the church where the furnace containing the core of the second Herrscher is (yeah they stored Sirin's core there), Kiana somewhat fuses with the core and has a complete mental breakdown when Cocolia reveals the truth about Siegfried and how Kiana murdered him when she accidentally became a Herrscher while young.

This causes Kiana to become a Herrscher due to the rising amounts of Honkai energy in her body. If you're wondering about Cocolia, she dies by heading into the Honkai furnace and gets swallowed up by all the Honkai.

Kiana kills everyone after becoming the Herrscher of Finality (or Herrscher of The End, Final Herrscher etc), and the last person she kills is Mei.

It's a sad scene through and through, and the CGs are great. Even more so because at the end, when Kiana and Mei are floating above the world, Kiana still cries while the world ends.

See you in the next world originates from this scene. Very good piece of music.

So what happens after? The world ends, Mei and everyone die, but what happens to Kiana?

Kiana became a puppet for the Honkai, even after the initial catastrophe that occurred at St. Freya, small groups of people managed to survive the world-wide Honkai eruption. But they too would be wiped out by Kiana.

She didn't move, she didn't think anymore, and she had no emotion. Only when the Honkai needed her to kill whatever remnants of civilization rose up did she move.

This carried on for hundreds of years, or tens of thousands, but by the end Kiana had killed all of humanity.

And then she regained her consciousness and was faced with the reality of how many she had killed and how much blood she had spilled. To save herself from the suffering she tried to end her life, but because she was a Herrscher, she was immortal.

No one could kill Kiana, not even Kiana herself. When Kiana realized this fact she gave up all resistance. She deluded her mind with memories of the past and paralyzed herself on the spear she had impaled herself with, until the day Honkai disappeared from the world.

Quite the terrible end. I won't be covering Reborn in this post, but I thought it would be cool to write about the Fire Moth DLC side story, since their relationship in that story builds off of Retro.

Fire Moth

To understand Kiana and Mei's relationship in Fire Moth, you first need an understanding of the setting. The events of Fire Moth happen during Reborn's story, during the story chapters as a matter of fact.

But Fire Moth itself technically takes place in a stigma space where the world has turned desolate five years after Kiana became a Herrscher and destroyed everything. It should be noted that this is the world contained in the stigma space, so the setting of the story is not taking place in the real world. The backstories and characters are acting upon how they were in Retro (and were materialized by Kyuushou's memories of them).

This is Kyuushou's stigmata space, and she has the stigmata of both Kiana and Mei from Retro. Hence why this world bears so much familiarity to Retro.

Most life on the surface is dead, and the survivors in Nagazora have banded together to form the organization "Fire Moth", or "Moth Who Chases The Flame", under the leadership of an older Bronya.

Houraiji Kyuushou is the protagonist of Fire Moth, and you play through the story as her amnesiac self. Kiana is still the Final Herrscher, and rather than a being who is carrying out the Honkai's will endlessly, or someone who still has enough emotion and humanity to cry, this Kiana has gone deep into nihilism and has become devoid of most emotion.

This is a Kiana who knows what happened thousands of years ago and guilt has eaten away at her and left her with nothing.

CG of Kiana when Kyuushou first meets her in a dream.

To get a good idea of what Kiana and Mei are going through in Fire Moth, how about this short conversation I machine-translated. Might be inaccurate, I don't know Chinese that well! But hopefully it helps. Some of it has been taken from Guns Girl Z Cutscene Interpreter as well, I translated some of the text that was still in Chinese.

(Mei's text is purple, and Kiana's is blue).

Mei…what would you do if the world didn't fall apart?

If it hadn't collapsed...

I would probably have been like an ordinary girl, studying something I like, enrolling in a university I wished to go to, and then starting my own family, and walking through a happy and uneventful life with the person I love.

Kiana, what about you?

For me…as long as I'm with Mei, I'm already satisfied.

Really…don't say such embarrassing things...If it's Kiana then there must be something more worthy of pursuing.

If it's the old me…I do have hundreds of wishes I want to fulfill...

I wanted to attend the same school as Mei, eat our bento together under a cherry blossom tree, and spend our entire lunch break lazily.

I want to travel around the world with Mei, take pictures of us in beautiful landscapes, and keep our figures in a precious photo album forever.

I want to build a small cabin by the sea with Mei, watch the tide rise and fall together, collect seashells on the sand blown by the sea breeze together, and then fall asleep under the embrace of the moonlight.

There are so many more wishes…well there are so many more plans too..

But now…

I just want to stay by your side quietly like this forever.

Mei...please give me your hand.

Yes...

If it's possible, will you stay with me until the end of the world?

Kiana…thank you.

Thank you for loving me so much. For protecting me so much.

But both of us, no, we all, we all understand.

That this is a long-cherished wish that simply cannot be fulfilled.

Because...because all of it...has been destroyed by your hands.

Every promise has been turned into ash... and we can never go back.

I'm so sorry Kiana...I'm so sorry.

It's time for us to say our farewells...

(Kiana alone with Mei's ribbon).

...

I understand.

In fact, I understand it better than anyone.

This is the mistake I made...I've destroyed our future with my own hands.

Such an ending is the best punishment for me.

Alone in a world without you. Even death is too kind for me.

(There's a little bit more to this scene, but it's not relevant to this post).

During the final battle between Kiana and Mei (they're both in the same nihilistic and existential boat here, so naturally they are the two overarching antagonists), when Mei falls in battle, Kiana bids her farewell and calls Mei her "only regret".

At the end of Fire Moth, Kyuushou manages to reignite Kiana's wish from forty-two thousand years ago, which was to bring hope to the world. What Kiana was chasing all this time was a sliver of hope in a world that gave her none.

Kiana relinquishes her existence after their battle, so she along with Mei disappear from the world entirely. No one remembers them and nobody recognizes their names. Kyuushou remarks that Kiana's dream was to live in a world without Honkai, a sentiment echoed by both Kiana and Mei.

Fun fact: if you 100% all of Fire Moth, you get this wonderful CG of the two.

Conclusion

If you made it this far, thanks. I'm a bit out of my element when writing things like this, so if you have any questions on anything I'd be happy to answer them. I appreciate GGZ a lot, so making this was fun and I hope I can do more of it for the others.

I have a nagging feeling this was a bit too long, so I apologize for that. I ended up explaining a lot of GGZ's lore when this was mainly supposed to be about relationship dynamics...oops.

But to summarize, Kiana and Mei's relationship isn't entirely different from what they have in Hi3, but just like in Hi3 they have their own struggles and nuances. Mostly in the formed of doomed yuri but that's beside the point. I like their relationship in GGZ, at times its as simple as a few exchanges before a battle, and at others its the crux of the story itself.

With all that being said, I hope you enjoyed the read!!

#honkai impact #honkaimpact3rd #honkai gakuen #guns girl z #honkai #kiana kaslana #raiden mei #hi3 #kiamei

[kibblemode]

oc for cpcs info under the cut

cecil davis, he/him, cis + gay, 26, mixed (white/hispanic), prims older brother + main protag | battle theme

cecil is the main protag of the game, he lived in the underworld w/ his mom annie before she sent him to live with his uncle seg in the surface world. externally hes very serious n can be stern sometimes but hes a good guy overall ^_^ he has a younger sister who he'll protect with his LIFE they love each other lots. in fact sometimes he can get a little Too protective lol. he befriends jona and his friends bc seg accidentally shows his true nonhuman form to him while cecil and prim are with him so cecil makes a deal w jona in order to protect their identities (jona is an aspiring paranormal journalist) and thats how the game starts out LOL

prim davis, she/her, cishet, 18, mixed (same as cecil), cecils little sister | cutscene theme

prim is cecils little sister abd the secondary protag of the story. she was also sent to the surface world by haven to live with seg, since she hasnt seen cecil in person for over 9 years. shes very kind and good natured, but she can have moments where shes a little hotheaded. she loves her brother dearly and has a great relationship w him :] she also has a boyfriend in the overworld and is Not happy w her dad that shes separated from him

jona chen, he/him, trans + bisexual, 25, chinese, cecils friend | cutscene theme

jona is cecils first and closest friend in the surface world. hes a human but knows that cecil is Not due to seg accidentally revealing their nonhuman forms in front of him. hes an aspiring paranormal journalist and investigator, so hes Suuuuper interested in learning about cecil and prims respective cultures. he also gets permission from cecil and prim to let his close friends see them as they truly are. he ends up being super close with cecil and even asks him out near the end of the game, whether or not cecil accepts is up to the player tbh

gulliver hitchcock, he/him, cis + bisexual, 28, white, jonas friend

gulliver is one of jonas friends. hes very country and lives in the middle of nowhere. him living so far from the city means cecil and his friends spend a lot of time there. he unknowingly saves his friends from an escaped underworld beast of some sort by hitting it with his truck. hes the second of jonas friends to be introduced in game

daisy evergreen, she/her, cis + bisexual, 30, ugandan, also jonas friend

another one of jonas friends. daisy is the first to find out about cecils true identity after jona, but thats mostly because she figured it out on her own. shes pretty even tempered and cool in the face of danger, her friends usually go to her for advice. in game she is the first human introduced, cecil walks her home after she gets lost in the towns neighboring woods

seg janson, he/him, cishet, 56, white, cecil and prims uncle | battle theme + cutscene theme

seg is a rich conman who jointly owns a banking company in the city. before the start of the game hed never met his niece and nephew, but after meeting them he cares for them deeply. he gives cecil a job to protect his identity but accidentally allows jona to see their nonhuman forms like i said earlier. he lives in the middle of the small town jona and his friends live in, in an abandoned church he made into a mansion. later in the game its revealed that he lives in the surface world because he preferred it to the underworld, and he prefers living with humans instead of preying on their weaknesses

misty goodman, she/her, cis + lesbian, 25, white, ALSO jonas friend

yet another friend of jonas. shes a blogger who lives in the city, and is the last to find out about cecil. she can be pretty rude and blunt about most things, but she also has a rare kinder side. despite her personality she loves her friends and would do Anything for them, even is she doesnt say so. she helps jona with his amateur journalism by using her talent for photography to provide him with pictures to use in his articles. basically his partner in crime

radon, he/him, trans + het, 33, white, weird guy + resident fucked up scientist | cutscene theme + battle theme

radon is somewhat of an urban legend around the town. hes a chemist who studies radioactive materials in his free time (which he has a lot of) in his lab under his house. he tends to experiment on himself a lot, since he ran out of """test subjects""". he rarely leaves the lab, usually injecting himself with chemicals snd documenting the results. cecil winds up in his lab by accident, and witnesses radon inject himself one too many times, which causes him to turn into a gross monster that cecil kills in self defense

haven davis, he/they, cishet, 52, hispanic, cecil and prims father + main "villain" | battle theme + cutscene theme

haven is basically god, and rules over the overworld with an iron fist. he can be pretty emotionless and serious, but is still a good dad overall. he is the final boss of the game, his need to protect his family results in him trying to erase jona and friends' memories of everything they weren't supposed to see. this leads up to him being the final boss of the game, cecil stops him by defeating him in a heated battle. hes not a terrible person per se but he definitely does some fucked up shit to humans he considers a threat to the secrecy of both the overworld and the underworld

annie janson, she/her, cishet, 49, white, cecil and prims mother | cutscene theme

annie is cecil and prim's mom and shes like. literally the devil and is considered head of the underworld lol. shes divorced (her ex husband haven lives in the overworld with prim, meanwhile cecil lives in the underworld with annie) i dont have much character wise but i like to think shes a bit of a hothead but still a decent mom to her kids

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BLACK PANTHER WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILERS

Listen my gay ass was dying when I saw Shuri in Black panther Wakanda forever so obviously I need to write for her. So I have two ideas and I'm gonna do both the First Is dark!shuri because that girl went in straight for murder after the death of her mother so here we go.

Dark!Shuri x f!reader

Also please stop shipping Shuri with Namor. SHE IS FOR THE LESBIANS

Shuri is now Queen. After what happened with the passing of Queen Ramonda Shuri as been a lot different. I mean ofc she's different her mom died, her whole family is gone and as her friend it's your duty to help in any and every way.

"Queen Shuri you requested for me?" I asked stepping into her room "I did and please just shuri Y/N" she said and turned around from her desk to look at me "What are you making?" I asked trying to look and she hid it "Something I'll introduce you to soon" she replied and stood up "How are you doing?" I asked "Why don't you take a seat Y/N" she ordered pointing towards her bed and I sat down.

She appeared at my side and held my hands and I blushed "My kingdom is falling, Wakanda needs a new black panther that will be ready to take my place when I leave" Shuri started "What are you saying?" I asked "Our people need a baby born in this royal family" she answered "Your pregnant or atleast are you gonna try?" I asked and she chuckled "Y/N kiss me" she said ignoring my question "I want to but I shouldn't" I answered knowing Shuri is not a right state of mind and me kissing her would mean falling in love with her and Shuri can not handle a relationship right now.

"Y/N I'm asking you to carry my baby" she said answering my previous question and I shook my head "I'm sorry Shuri but I can't do that" I answered shocked that she's even asking this of me "Can't or won't" she replied and her grip on my hand tighten "I have to go" I said trying to get up but she held a firm grip on not only my hands but my thigh.

"You selfish little brat, I offer you the honor of carrying the next black panther and you denied it, You denied me?" She said darkly and her claws started forming "Shuri you're hurting me" I whimpered "It's queen to you and don't you think you hurted me princess" she mocked "Let me rephrase my words so we have an clear understanding You will carry my child, the next black panther of our nation."

Shuri held both of my hands with hers and brought me up to her headboard and handcuffs appeared and gripped my hands holding me in place.

She walked over to her desk and took up something "I have been thinking about this for awhile, it wasn't like this obviously it would start out with us falling inlove, getting married at the hand of my mom, then you would want a baby me being the genius I am would make a strap with sperm that both has my DNA and yours, Like this" she said showing me the toy.

"Shuri let us try it that way" I said trying to convince her and she only chuckled "Oh princess you don't think I'm that stupid do you just so you can run off, I mean that would be a fun chase but I have to go prepare for battle and even if you did run and babble who can stop me from having you? Literally no one Y/N" she said and attached the strap to her she tapped her clothes and the fabric disappeared.

As scared as I was I couldn't deny the fact that Shuri is Hot asf, what no I need to snap out of this look at what she's doing. I closed my eyes when Shuri came on the bed. she sat on my waist and held my face with her hand "Look at your Queen Y/N" she said and I shut my eyes tighter. She leaned forward and licked my face "Don't let me force them open princess" she said and I opened my eyes and she kissed me.

Its funny how I have waited my whole life to be kissed by Shuri, but this was not how I imagined the circumstances it would fall under. When she broke away from the kiss she started taking my blouse off of me, when off she made immediate work in removing my bra. Shuri literally stopped what she was doing just to admire my boobs "Holy shit Y/N" she said peppering kisses all over them, she used her tongue to lick my nipple but I was determined not to make any noise so I bit down hard on my lip.

After worshipping my breast she stared leaving wet kisses down leading to my thighs "We're getting rid of this" she said and ripped my skirt in two. She then used her teeth and pulled my panties off. While making direct contact she dipped her tongue into my pussy and my back arched.

Shuri chuckled and used her hand to bring me back down "Just tasting first princess" she said and went all in. She came back with cum running down her chin and she used it to make a trail right up to my mouth she used her finger to remove my lip that I was subconsciously still biting. "Princess your bleeding" she said and kissed me and I could taste not only myself on her but also my blood.

Going back down she collected the remains and seated her self at my entrance she slowly drove the toy inside me and I whimpered and she looked up at me smiling. Slowly she removed herself just so she could hammer back into me. This time I could not control my self and I screamed so loud I'm sure the whole country heard.

"Shuri" I moaned and she started going at this unexpected brutally pace "Say my name again Y/N" she said leaning down to whisper it in my ears causing her strap to hit my spot "Fuck..Shuri" I said and she smiled "Let's get you pumped up" she said and lifted up my feet in the air and started fucking the living life out of me.

"Are you close princess" she asked mocking me and I nod "Beg me Y/N" she said and stop and I groaned in frustration "Say please fuck me" she teased and started moving slow "God just fuck me already daddy" I said and that most definitely did the job because the next thing I know is that at one point It feels as if her strap is in my heart.

She moved her hand and I looked down to see a bulge in my stomach and Shuri pressed down on it "I'm in you that's so fucking amazing don't you think" she said and I was getting close to my climax "Cum for me princess" she said and I immediately came and for a whole second I saw stars, I felt Shuri groan and I felt her release her cum in me.

Slowly she removed her self and when she was out she bit the inside of my thighs "Did I mention how pretty your pussy is" she said and placed a kiss on it.

She then moved up to me and kissed me and I gave in and kissed her back and I felt her smile into the kiss. "I'm sorry it had to do it like this Y/N" she whispered kissing my face "I just got out of control" she whispered again and my eyes started closing "Sleep princess I'll be right back home to you" she said and cleaned me and got me wrapped up.

"This world has taken everything from me but it will not take you and my unborn child. I will kill Namor to keep you safe baby" she said and closed the door.

I apologize that's it

Y'all want apart 2 to this or the second idea for soft Shuri or both ?

#shuri x f!reader #shuri black panther #daddypanther #letitia wright #shuri x you #naive reader #shuri smut

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Buddy Daddies - OST - Song Titles: Translations & Info.

A few days ago, they put up a teaser video with some of the songs from the Buddy Daddies OST playing. They also provided this image above, which has all the song titles listed. I’ve translated them all and have provided some interesting insight and information when and where I could. If anyone else has any more info on these titles, or extra insight, feel free to add on to this! :D

So, first, here are the song titles:

1. Buddy Daddies Theme

2. Commencing Pursuit

3. Under Interrogation

4. SHARK ATTACK

5. Ska De Buddy

6. Buddy & Daddies Act. 1

7. Knight of Dragon Emblem

8. Funk Me Up! Feat. Nick Green

9. Jazzy & Daddies

10. Jingle Bells

11. Watermelon Woman

12. Let’s Cooking

13. Targets in the Dark

14. Silent Night

15. Undercover Investigation

16. Strolling Waltz

17. Battle of Spanish Joint

18. Welcome Home, Daddy

19. Comfort in My Heart

20. Franny! Rudolph! Francesco!

21. Mystery of Spanish Joint

22. Stand Off

23. Caprice Waltz

24. Country & Daddies

25. Diversionary Tactics

26. Start Strategy

27. Twilight Sunset

28. Requiem

29. Nocturne

30. Good Luck Charm

31. Wake Me Up to Hit the Town

32. Secret Maneuvers

33. 24 Hours

34. Don’t Say Goodbye (Japanese Translated Title)

35. Don’t Say Goodbye (English Title)

Some more interesting info on some of these titles under the Read More!

First we have the “Knight of Dragon Emblem” title. This makes me think of Fire Emblem (a video game series that I am not overly familiar with, I just know the name) and dragon imagery. Dragon imagery is associated with strength, courage, magic, and all of that kind of stuff. While a knight protects.

Second we have “Watermelon Woman,” when I looked this up, I found a Wikipedia page on a 1996 romantic-comedy drama called “The Watermelon Woman.” This is a movie that was written, edited, and directed by Cheryl Dunye:

a Liberian-American film director, producer, screenwriter, editor and actress. Dunye's work often concerns themes of race, sexuality, and gender, particularly issues relating to black lesbians. She is known as the first out black lesbian to ever direct a feature film with her 1996 film The Watermelon Woman. She runs the production company Jingletown Films based in Oakland California.

(From Wikipedia, which will be linked to below).

She also stars as the lead role in the film. The lead character is Cheryl who is a “young black lesbian.” 

This is the song that plays when Carol and Dorothy show up. Interesting. In the movie, Cheryl explores a lesbian relationship with a white woman Hmm....

But it also plays during stuff like Miri’s daycare interview with Miss Anna. So, I don’t know if there might be some other reference as well.

It could be an indicator of musical influence as well. At least, I definitely think that the song titles Battle of Spanish Joint and Mystery of Spanish Joint come from a song by D’Angelo that came out in 2011. The song is titled, “Spanish Joint,” and you can definitely hear some of the musical influences there. 

The lyrics are rather interesting, especially if you think about them in connection to Buddy Daddies.

One song is titled Requiem, which has a few meanings:

Text: 

(especially in the Roman Catholic Church) a Mass for the repose of the souls of the dead."a requiem was held for the dead queen"

a musical composition setting parts of a requiem Mass, or of a similar character."Fauré's Requiem"

an act or token of remembrance."he designed the epic as a requiem for his wife"

The second meaning is likely the meaning they are going with here.

Nocturne is a musical composition that is meant to invoke the night.

“Don’t Say Goodbye” is the song that Miri’s mother sings in the snack bar back in Episode 3. We get the extra lyric of: “I wanna spend as much time as possible...” Given the current situation she is in, with cancer and wanting Miri back, etc. This song seems like it will be reflective of her feelings in regards to all of those things. I hope we get a full version of it in the actual series itself too!

#Buddy Daddies #BD #OST #anime music #translation #English translation #long post #image heavy post #video

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home

part one | part two | part three | part four

pairing: brienne of tarth x gn!reader

summary: every journey ends with you coming home | 8.1k

warnings: got s8 spoilers, canon-typical violence, angst, mentions of death/dead bodies (non-descriptive), injury, lesbians being lil gay creatures, making out, mini-epilogue-ish ending :)

note: tada, tis the end the the home series! thank you so much for the love on this little series, i enjoyed writing it so much. brienne holds a special place in my heart, and so does the skyforth now. god i gave it so much lore on accident. anyways, i hope y'all enjoy this last chapter. love ya

the battle of the bastards had resulted in tremendous loss for every side of the battle, but lady sansa was determined to get her home back. with her will alone, she brought the knights of the vale, littlefinger still willing to do anything and everything to keep her loyalty. sansa’s soldiers were still late, hundreds were dead, gone. rickon, her own kin. nearly one hundred skyforth, and wildlings too. the boltons lost more, sansa saw to that. you couldn’t help but admire her strength, she had grown from the ‘little bird’ as the hound called her into a bird of prey.

the move from castle black to the lands around winterfell had allowed for better hunting, as well as more space to spread out the village. the battle has left you with varying injuries, broken ribs and arm, lacerations across your entire body, but this meant nothing when it came to the loss of your men. larkin and brienne hovered over you for weeks, bringing things to you, taking things you held, offering arms to help you walk. my ribs are broken, not my legs! you had finally shouted at brienne, quickly muttering an apology. she was just happy to see your personality return after weeks of conversations that were meek and quiet from your pain.

brienne had felt selfish for missing you while you recovered. she missed your fireside conversations, your compliments, your voice, you. gods, you had several broken bones, injuries galore, and you were grieving the loss of so many friends, and here she was missing hers. she missed you and you were just outside the castle. she could only bear so many nights of this until she had forced you to leave your bed and walk around with her. you spent most of your time in your tent, not letting anyone in and only leaving when no one was around. this had been the first time she had seen you again.

sitting together at the fire, there was a comfortable silence. you had leaned your head against her shoulder, and she was sure nothing was better.

—

preparation for the long night was starting to feel like a lost cause, it felt like the only saving grace were daenerys's dragons, but you couldn’t admit this. no matter how many daggers landed in the bullseye, or how many arrows split into one another, it hadn’t felt like enough. larkin was training for hours on end, practicing with podrick and the others as much as possible, but brienne knew. she saw the look in your eyes every time he’d trained as of late.

“he’s not going to fight, is he?” she asks you quietly, keeping her gaze on the training in front of you both. the sun was coming down now, meaning the night training would begin soon, but larkin was an overachiever much like you.

“no. i intend to keep my promise to his mother, i’m not letting him get himself killed. he’ll stay in the catacombs with the others,” you reply, you’re stern in your tone but your rapid blinking gives you away. she knows that you’re going to feel bad when he finds out. you love him and hate to disappoint him, but you’re not sacrificing him, not a chance. she only nods in response.

you nod to the right, silently asking her to follow and she does, she always does. she can tell there was more you wanted to say, something you didn’t want anyone else to hear. when you stop next to a fire, she feels happiness bloom in her chest. this was your spot. you and her next to the fire, discussing anything and everything. it was a welcome pattern in her world, and one in yours as well.

you exhale deep breath, “i don’t want him to have to watch me die.” brienne’s eyes dart to you, she can see the tears in your eyes threatening to glide down your cheeks, but your face remains cold, unphased. she doesn’t know what to say to you. she didn’t have a child, she couldn’t imagine what you were feeling.

“you don’t know that you will,” she says, mostly for herself. the thought of you dying is not a welcome one. she thinks that she would kill death if he came for you.

“you’re right, i don’t know that i will, but i do know that it’s likely. he doesn’t need to see another parent die, once was well more than enough.” brienne almost smiled, she hadn’t heard you refer to larkin as your son, or you as his parent before. perhaps it was the impending doom that softened you to the title, but more likely you just stopped lying to yourself and accepted that you were a parent. something that you hadn’t thought you’d be or dreamt of, but something that you had accepted. 

“then you’ll just have to survive then,” brienne finally smiles once she says this. 

you turn to her, returning the smile with a faint one before replying, “i’ve got a reason to try.” your lips form a tightline, forcing you to keep whatever you wanted to say back into your mind. brienne pretends not to notice.

—

tormund giantsbane was a massive walking headache that seemed to follow you around. when the tents had been set up, extra tents were given to the free-folk. this worked well for everyone, except for you it seemed. being friends with brienne only meant that talking to you about her was all the man seemed capable of. he commented on her body, her skill, her eyes, her height, for hours and hours. was he wrong in what he saw? no, not at all. were you glad someone else saw her beauty? of course! but was the fact that someone else wanted her making you dream of cutting him limb-by-limb? oh, absolutely. he had yet to talk down upon her, so you were forced to listen to him until your ears bled.

“i wish to make babies with her,” tormund says bluntly. all conversation halts, everyone either looking at you in fear or at him in humor. larkin fake gags next to you, making ragnall chuckle. you elbow the boy while staring at your plate, biting your tongue to keep the venom from spitting.

“you were thinking it too,” larkin whispers.

“which part?” ragnall says with a quiet laugh. your arm reaches around to smack him upside the head, motherfucker muttered under your breath.

you hurry the rest of your food into your mouth, before standing to leave. you could not bear to listen to another second, killing him was getting too tempting. larkin asked where you were going, only to be met with a grumbled outside. you make your way through the snow to the targets, hoping you could channel your aggression elsewhere.

my woman, you’ve returned to me. center target. my blonde beauty. center target. do you think she’d like to know why my name is giant? center target. you pictured his face in each one. his comments made her uncomfortable, she didn’t have to say anything for you to know that. you lied to yourself and told yourself that was the only reason he angered you, you also tried this lie on ragnall who promptly told you he wouldn’t “work for liars and fools.”

“did that post do something of offense?”

you nearly jump out of your skin, hand over your heart, “fucking hell woman! warn me next time.”

brienne laughs lightly, “i tried, but it seems you were too heavy into quite the assault on those targets. what’s wrong?”

“i respect the free-folk, but god damn would muzzling that red one do the world some good,” you sigh out, it’s as close to the truth that you can offer, “he’s lucky he isn’t harmful in his words, that’s about the only thing saving his ginger ass right now.” brienne nearly cackles at your word choice.

“are you starting to regret having them move into the village?”

you shake your head, “not at all, maybe just him. the rest are normal people who don’t talk about who they want to ‘make babies with’ while i’m eating. cultural differences or not, who needs to listen to that over and over again?”

brienne’s eyes are wide as ever as she blurts, “making babies?”

“you’re biggest fan apparently has very big plans for your future together, it’s all i hear about these days,” you say as brienne’s face screws up in disgust and embarrassment. you can’t help but smile at her, finding the face she was making to be quite cute. she groans to herself, a muttered fucking gods under her breath. “i take it you don’t share his appreciation?” you joke, earning a smack to the arm in response.

“i’m only joking, no need for violence,” you both laugh, “what brings you to my humble and irritating abode?”

“i was going to get a drink, but you weren’t there. i was not in the mood to deal with all of them alone,” you chuckle and nod in agreement at her statement, “feeling even more proud of my decision knowing the topic of conversation.”

you cringe, hearing tormund’s words in your head again, “men have seemed to have only mastered cruel words and incredibly uncomfortable ones. unfortunately, i think your groupie may take the top prize for the second one.”

brienne’s face goes from playful to thoughtful, almost insecure, “i thought something other than callous words would feel better, but it still feels like mockery all the same. It’s just mockery with a goal of a quick fuck.”

you can only nod at her words, you hadn’t experienced her life. even as a noble woman of a respected house, she had been belittled, only her father saw her potential for so long. others only saw her as a fighter, the great brienne of tarth, the very same they would sing horrible songs about.

you take a deep breath before asking, “do you remember what i said the first time we met?”

“those suitors were fools?” she offers, “the whole lot of them, if i remember correctly.”

you smile to yourself, “yes. i’d like to amend my statement and say that men are fools, every last one. especially the ones who don’t see you, actually see you.” these words seem to render brienne speechless. she silently thanks the night’s darkness for covering her warmed cheeks, a part of her wanted to ask what you saw. her bravery seems to fold when it comes to you, and her question dies in her throat, waiting for another day.

—

rangers come back with news that the night king will be upon winterfell by sunrise. jon snow delivers this information to everyone with clenched fists and teeth. the king of the north spoke of preparations, orders given to each faction of his army, he spoke with house and group leaders to give direction for troops. brienne stood behind sansa, facing you. she watched as you listened to jon, eyebrows furrowed, eyes fixed on the man. she had never truly seen you in commander mode, only ever being with you in the calm between storms until now. she noted larkin’s presence, you had finally told him he would not be fighting once the rangers returned.

“skyforth archers will join the wall, swordsmen and riders will be on the ground. our climbers are archers and dagger throwers, they’ll be best suited in towers and high points,” you relay to jon, “i’ll stay on the wall as well, i’ll have access to my archers and climbers from there, section leaders can handle the others.” he agrees with your plan, glad he had waited for your eyes to stop scanning the air as you painted the layout of the troops in your mind.

“maybe this one is a real commander after all,” tormund jests.

“exactly, the commander, not the placeholder. unlike yourself for mance rayder,” you snap back as you rise from the table, a “follow-me” motion sent over your shoulder to ragnall. he follows with a silent laugh and a shake of his head. he looks back at brienne as he leaves the room, raising his brows before stepping out to follow you.

some hours later, a rider approaching winterfell was announced. no one else was expected, making everyone’s hands subconsciously hover over their weapons. a brown stead with a single rider comes through the doors, dismounting the horse and lowering his hood, his face finally comes into view. jaime fucking lannister.

you just about groan when brienne vouches jaime at the hearing. she trusted him, would fight with him, the same she said about you. what felt like a personal nod of trust, and for you, devotion, was stripped away of any real meaning. larkin stepped back slightly and held the crook of your elbow, “breathe slowly, commander.”

at his words, you realize your breathing was erratic at best. your mind finally came back to your body, clammy palms and ears ringing. you kept a straight face the best you could, looking more angry than calm, but it was better than the anguish that bubbled up within you. a moment you had held onto for months, one that comforted you in dark nights, ripped away. ripped away by the very person who gave you the memory. you hear the murmurs of bullshit and is she fucking mad? from the men behind you. the slightest turn of your head silenced them, the sharp stare told them all they needed to know. no fucking around tonight.

when the meeting was dismissed, you turned immediately, ale was the only thing on your mind now. you told oskar you were going to be alone, and to tell men to enjoy what would be a last night for many. you roamed the halls of winterfell, finding a quiet room with a hearth and some lounge chairs. a grateful smile for the inviting quarters passes your lips as you start a fire and sit on a couch while cradling your drink. this wouldn’t be a bad last night, you’d be warm at least. you couldn't tell how much time had passed, only snapping out of your comforting dazeat the door creaking. opening one eye, you turn to see ser davos in the doorway.

“apologies, i was just looking for a quiet place. i’ll leave you,” he says kindly as he turns to leave.

“don’t be foolish, ser. you can join me in my silence,” you say with a little waving motion. he smiles a little, coming to sit across from you.

“not one for the larger festivities down stairs?” he asks.

“we can celebrate when we win, i’d rather a more relaxed night if it’s to be my last,” you say calmly, death was not a foe. it was an inevitable force, the least you could do was greet him with slightly less malice. ser davos nods in understanding, he’d known death’s door, he was as well acquainted as you were.

another finds your small, warm sanctuary. this time, there’s no apology, no leaving. looking back you see blonde hair slicked back, blue eyes looking between you and davos. you nod to the seat next to you, and she moves over to sit there. she looks into the fire for a moment, eyes scanning the flames for answers to an unknown question before looking back to you.

“larkin was looking for you. i told him i would find you for him. did i, or will you find him later?” she asks, knowing that you’re still grappling with leaving him.

“he’ll find me, if he doesn’t podrick will find you, and here i’ll be,” you say, tilting your head towards her. she huffs a small laugh, and this makes you smile slightly. your prediction seems to come to fruition as podrick steps in the room, eyes landing on you. he steps back out and you hear a muffled told you they’d be in here before larkin comes in.

he perches himself on the arm of couch, leaning into you with an arm around your shoulders, “i’m sorry i was a dick earlier.” he didn’t need to say more, you knew why he had exploded on you. you’d never been yelled at like that before, let alone by him.

“it’s forgotten. thank you for coming back,” you respond, leaning into him as well. he wasn’t your son by blood, but by the gods would you love and protect him as if he were. you smack his hand as it reaches for ale, “one, one singular, cup. hear me, fool?”

you miss how brienne smiles at the scene, how your love for the boy was stronger than any need to uphold your image as a mighty commander. she saw how there were very few things that had lowered your guard, she had observed them all over the last few months you’d spent in winterfell together. larkin was always a soft spot, and most children at that. you would always squat to their heights, you spoke to them all like they were adults. you had an odd soft spot for lyanna mormont, who had said she thought you were one of the few decent leaders left in westeros. brienne liked to think you had a sort of soft spot for her. you never joked about her appearance, or anything she talked about. you always looked her in the eyes when she spoke, full attention, like nothing else mattered.

loud voices disrupt the peace you both found in this moment, only now noticing that both lannister brothers and tormund were now in the room. brienne notices now larkin looks at you, then her very briefly, before muttering something to you. whatever he says makes you swat him away, making him slightly topple off his perch.

as the night carries on, happier chatter turns to reminiscing on journeys and triumphs. you talk about your first victory in skyforth, then the first when you became commander. upon podrick’s request you spoke of how you went from fighter to strategist to commander, and the fates of the two men who thought they could easily disrespect you. brienne chuckles as she watches all the men in the room gawk and sit a little straighter in their seats, you just look at her, appreciating the sight.

tyrion discusses the victories of ser davos, podrick, and jaime. his eyes freeze on brienne, “ser brienne of tarth, defeated the hound- pardon me, lady brienne.”

“she’s not a ser?” tormund turns to her, “you’re not a knight?”

“women can’t be knights, it's tradition,” she responds dejectedly.

the wildling quickly says, “fuck tradition.”

you raise your glass, “that has got to be the most intelligent thing i have ever heard you say, tormund. damn right, fuck tradition.” tormund clinks his horn against your cup with a loud laugh.

brienne rolls her eyes, “i didn’t even want to be a knight.” you and podrick both look at her, faces screaming liar!

tormund leans into brienne’s space, you grip your cup tighter. “i’m no king, but if i were i’d knight you ten times over.” the intelligence apparently leaped out the window after one comment.

“aye!” larkin says quickly, “respect for the lady, you moron.”

you shove back a chuckle, “meathead is right, watch yourself,” you ignore brienne’s gaze, “and any knight can make another knight, it’s not just the king. is that correct or am i making that up, tyrion?” you point your question to the man next to davos.

before he can answer, jaime turns around, “no, you’re right. i’ll prove it.”

he unsheaths his sword, commanding brienne to the center of the room. she’s apprehensive, her eyes move to you without much thought. you’re already looking at her, your eyes in hers. she watches you with shaking breath as you mouth go. 

you watch as brienne bends to one knee in front of jaime. her head rises to face him, azurite eyes looking towards him. her left shoulder, “in the name of the warrior, i charge you to be brave,” her right, “in the name of the father, i charge you to be just,” her left once more, “in the name of the mother, i charge you to defend the innocent.” brienne’s tears are visible from your seat, your own forming in your eyes because gods, they’re finally starting to see her. “arise, brienne of tarth,” jaime’s words feel golden, “a knight of the seven kingdoms.”

you can’t contain the joy inside of you that overflows as you see brienne become who she truly is, a real knight, the truest. you clap quickly and loudly, the others joining. she looks at you with watery eyes, and in this moment you can’t be angry anymore. she’s smiling, a real, big, toothy grin, nothing else matters now. you raise your glass, “ser brienne of tarth!” and a chorus follows, a sea of congratulations go towards her.

you go to fill your cup, eyes closing as you rest against the wall. you brienne look around, eyes following her path until she found you. she walks up to you, her eyes now on the floor. “ser brienne, fancy meeting you here.’

she laughs shyly before asking, “can we talk? away from all of them?”

you grab her arm and start walking, “of course.”

—

you reach her quarters after following her quiet directions she gives along the way. she immediately goes to start the fire, and you sit on the edge of her bed as you watch. you watch as the flames grow, and the light warms her face, the orange hue on her pale skin was one of the few wonders in your world.

once she’s satisfied with the fire, she sits next to you, “i have a question.”

you smile faintly as you look at her, “i’ll answer anything you ask me.”

brienne desperately tries to calm her frenzied heart as she asks what had been on her mind for weeks now, “what do you see? when you say they don’t actually see me, what do you see that they don’t?”

she watches as your face drops, eyes going to your hands that were now clenched in your lap. you swallow the cowardice that rose in your throat, telling you to just say she was a great fighter and leave it at that, but lying to her wasn’t an option, not when you’d likely never get the chance to tell her by the time the sun rises. you tear your gaze from your lap and bring them back to her big, blue eyes, shimmering sapphires begging for an answer.

she deserves to know. you swallow your pride, turning to face her properly, knees knocking into hers. “i see grace, in your nobility and your movement. i see strength in too many ways to count, but i see it the most in your honor. you are the most honorable person in westeros, as i said before, oathkeeper is a name fitting of both you and the blade,” you grab her hand, forcing her to look you in the eyes, “but i see more than just an honorable knight,” you smile at her title.

“and what’s that?” she says quietly, nearly a whisper.

“the most enchanting and gracious being, one so much so that it follows my dreams. you are my dream, brienne,” her hand grips yours tightly as you continue, “when i told you that you were beautiful, i meant every word. in my eyes, there is nothing in the world or beyond more fitting for the title,” brienne is looking into you with an intensity that tells you she’s deciding whether she believes you or not. you take a deep breath, “that is what i see.”

the knight’s mouth opens and closes, not words able to find their way out. never had you seen her so flustered, you could only take this shyness as confirmation of her belief, if she hadn’t she would have already been yelling at you. you release one hand from her grasp, with a slight struggle, but a quick squeeze and a brush over her knuckles finally frees you. a hooked index finger rests under her chin, the tip of your thumb hovering just under her bottom lip.

pulling her face in, you place a soft kiss to her blushing cheek, barely a centimeter away from her wanting lips. you linger for a moment, “if we survive this war, i will spend the rest of my days telling you everything i see. i swear it.”

before brienne can respond, horns begin sounding loudly. the night king had arrived.

—

everything was a blur. fire and smoke clouded the air. blood saturated your clothes, some yours, some not. men and women, dead and gone, littered the ground, but no tears fell for them. you ran across the wall, pulling a bow and quiver with you and you found a half-way decent vantage point. the dead climbed the walls, so you could only go higher and higher, firing as you climbed. your aim was rough, adrenaline and dirt making you miss vital shots.

a cold hand grips your calf, pulling you down with sharp nails ripping your skin. you scream in anger and pain, grabbing a dagger from your back and blindly stabbing at the walker’s hands. it was nothing to it, it kept it’s assault and you thrashed and kicked powerfully, nearly knocking the grip loose.

your eyes close as the pain grows, at least i had one hell of a last night, passes your thoughts. and just as you nearly take matters into your own hands, the walker drops, and your hands frantically grip the wall so as to not fall with him. you scan around, other walkers dropped to the ground, littering the ground along with your own dead. shaking hands and legs move on their own to carry you down the tower at a controlled pace, landing you on the wall. you peer over the edge, every wight was slumped against the castle, unmoving, truly dead at last. it’s over, it’s fucking over.

a firm grip on your arm shakes you from your mind, you turn to see a now one-armed dorin. you swiftly grab him, pulling him into your arms, one hand gripping his torn jacket, the other soothing his hair. you whisper questions to him, his arm, other injuries, but he’s too tired to give you real answers, so you just hold him.

his head rises from your shoulder, “the wights… they got into the catacombs. i don’t know how many remain.” your face falls, he knows what your thinking and is already ahead of you, “go, find him.” and by the gods you run, you had never run with so much purpose. you jumped over boxes and weapons and bodies, jumping over the railing, using it to climb down and drop to the ground. larkin was the only thing that mattered, your son, your boy.

you run to the catacombs, skipping stairs and hurdled in. but it was empty of life, only walkers and victims left. not a single body was the curly haired teenager with the scar across his cheek from his own dagger. you sprint back to the yard, desperately scanning for him. “larkin! LARKIN!” you scream as you run, “BOY!” you yell again with cupped hands. the tears that had been building since you saw dorin’s face were falling freely now, your sobs were choking you as you searched.

red hair catches your attention, sansa, by the gods she was alive. you sprint to her, a hand coming to her shoulder. she turns to you, placing her hand on yours, “he’s alive.” your sigh of relief makes another sob rip from you, your hands come to cover your face.

“he ran to find you i presume, the second the wights fell, he bolted,” tyrion speaks from beside the stark girl, your hands leave your face. you nod his way, passing him with a pat on the shoulder in thanks.

you continue searching until you hear a loud cry of your name from behind you, only three people  truly knew it. you turned, eyes landing on curly hair and big brown eyes that were filled with held back tears. bodies colliding with a thud and nearly toppling over, you cradle the boy to you, kissing his head repeatedly, muttering i’m here, we’re alive, i love you. he’s shaking against you, bloodied hands seizing your shirt like you could disappear at any moment.

“where were you? why didn’t you stay with sansa? are you hurt?” you pull away from him, inspecting his hands, “what did you do? where else are you hurt?” you grab his face, his face clouded from tears that had yet to stop falling from your eyes.

“i had to stop them from getting to her, i couldn’t leave sansa undefended. i was beating it back just as they fell, i’m okay. are you?”

you chuckle, “i’m alive, and mostly intact. you didn’t answer me, where were you, why weren’t you with sansa and tyrion?”

“i was looking for you, or podrick, or brienne. i needed to know you were alive, had to see for myself,” he answers through a tear-clogged voice. you pull him in, rubbing his back, silently asking for an answer, “i found them, they’re alive. she’s alive.” a choked sob leaves you again, holding your son tighter to you before pulling away.

—

turning the corner into the great hall the next night fills your senses. boisterous laughter and conversation, the clinking of glasses, the smell of ale, wine, and smoldering fire. you watched as people laughed, threw their arms around one another, kissed cheeks and lips. all of it quickly faded, all the voices sounded like they were underwater, you couldn’t see anyone. it all evaporates, and all you can see is blonde hair and a black tunic, a cup in her hand, a smile on her lips. it’s as if a spotlight was upon her, drawing you to her like a moth to a flame. 

podrick sees you before the rest, knocking brienne’s knee with his own. she looks at his with a questioning expression, only answered by his head cocking to whatever was behind him. brienne turns with a grunt, annoyed with the lack of straight-forward answer. her world stops, similarly to yours. the second your eyes meet, her mouth drops open, then forms into a huge, toothy smile. you’re quick to return it and pick up your pace, already having a place next to her and podrick circled the table and sat next to jaime instead.

“you’re here,” brienne says quietly, but her happiness is evident.

“so are you,” you respond with a smile, placing a hand on her knee and giving it a quick squeeze under the table before grabbing a cup and pouring some ale for yourself.

brienne’s eyes never leave you, knowing that your words and actions mean more now, she can’t seem to find it in herself to look away. she watches as you talk with the others, notes how you don’t really look them in the eyes and mess with your cup when you speak, how you close your eyes when you laugh, bump shoulders with her when she was the one to make you chuckle. she especially liked how you’d look at her when she’d laugh and your gaze would linger for a few seconds before turning back to the group. she came to the conclusion that nothing could ever be as exquisite as you smiling with your eyes looking into hers, nothing would ever be as warm and inviting as your touch.

after an hour, you silently chugged the rest of your cup, then slid from your seat, “i’ll be seeing myself out. i’m glad to have you all still here with us, truly. have a good rest of your night, gentlemen,” you turn and bow your head slightly, “ser brienne.” she stares silently as you spin on your heel and leave, a small smile thrown over your shoulder. a cough pulls her from your frame.

“you gonna do something about that or should we just give you a rag for the drool on your chin?” jaime says from across the table, an amused look across his face. podrick snorts at the joke, but brienne’s glare has him covering it with a fake cough, making tyrion snicker.

“i’m afraid i don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says as she takes a large sip from her own ale, “so drop it.”

a loud laugh leaves jaime’s mouth, “sure, you’re just staring longingly into the distance daydreaming about… nothing? i didn’t take you for a coward and a liar, interesting how time has changed you.”

she promptly stands from the table, “i’m not going to listen to this. goodnight, gentlemen.” and with that she leaves, not wanting to hear what they had to say about you, or how she was leaving the same way you did, not the way that would bring her to her own quarters.

she reaches your tent within a few minutes, she wasn’t long behind you anyways. she shook away her insecurities, knocking on the post outside the tent. her heart rate picked up when she heard a gentle come in from the other side of the curtain. she steps in, knocking the snow from her boots behind her. you’re sitting up in your bed, untying your own shoes, your cloak was resting on the back of a chair in the corner. you looked smaller, less imposing, but she knew better. her own cloak was stripped from her shoulders as she moved to sit next to you, joining you in removing her own boots. she didn’t plan on leaving soon unless you asked her, and gods she hoped you wouldn’t. 

“i was wondering when you’d show up, i figured i’d see you in the morning,” you say as you pull off your last boot with a rough, man-handling grip. brienne chuckles and the grunt that escapes you and you reel back a bit from the force.

“i would much rather be here than in the hall with a bunch of drunk idiots,” she replies, removing her final boot with more ease than you had.

“i’m flattered, kind ser. you abandoned a many drunk idiots for a singular, much-less-drunk idiot, i should be thankful a knight of the seven kingdoms appreciates my company,” you laugh, laughing harder when she bumps your shoulder as she tries not to burst out as well.

she shakes her head, “i’d always prefer your company over others.”

her statement ceases your laughter, your affect becoming more serious, “i’d choose you, over all of them.” she turns to you now, eyes full of something that you can’t place, almost wonder, almost disbelief, “surely you know that by now?”

brienne’s long lashes flutter in front of her eyes a few times, you’re speaking so honestly, so truly. she has thousands of things to say and none of them were enough to describe the feeling growing in her chest as she looks at you. “i’d choose you too, no matter the cause.”

the air was so thick, you couldn’t move. her own gravitational force keeping you in her orbit, seas of aquamarine holding you close. your hand rises, pushing a lock of blonde hair back in formation, gently smoothing it down. your hand traces down, fingers tracing her left ear, gliding with a barely-there touch over the scar from your first encounter. brienne closes her eyes, bathing in the silent affection with a small smile on her lips. your fingers continue the dance over her features, hand cupping her cheek, thumb grazing over her skin. this prompts her eyes to open again.

your jaw clenches as you try to get the courage to say something to her. brienne notices, hand coming up to yours on her cheek, resting on your wrist with a gentle grip. she was so gentle, so beautiful. you decided in this very moment there were no words in any languages that could capture the sight in front of you, and you selfishly loved the fact that no one would ever get to experience this moment the way you do. her whisper of your name pulled you from your daydreaming.

deep breath in, deep breath out, “i have no loyalties to any lands. not the north, certainly not king’s landing, i was torn from tarth before i could ever truly experience it, i barely travel to the stormlands as it is,” you pause, anxiety filling your throat, but brienne’s fingers tracing up and down your wrist sooth your rapid heart. “it has taken me most of my life to realize that all these places do not matter in the slightest. they are just flora and earth, we certainly don’t care about that, we care about the concept of home, family. i haven’t a relative left, yet i have all these ridiculous brothers,” brienne laughs breathily at your words, “and though he is not of my blood, i have a son of nearly sixteen. i have the family bit, but i realize after five and a half fucking years, that i finally found my home and i foolishly let her walk away, so i decided i would follow her to my death, if that is what the fates had in store for me.”

you didn’t realize tears had escaped your eyes until brienne’s hand moved to wipe them away, before letting it fall to the curve where your neck meets your shoulders. “you… you are utterly mad,” she says, but you can feel the adoration in her words, making you grin and sniffle away your tears. “gods, you are utterly mad and irrational and impulsive, and apparently have a death wish,” she takes a deep breath, “all this, yet every single night i dreamt of finding you again and never leaving. i dreamt of having a different oath all together, one that swore me to you until my heart stopped beating.”

your free hand rises to brienne’s jaw, hers rests on your thigh. time seems to for you both, taking in each other’s words. she fills your senses, her touch was so inviting, her eyes were hypnotic and deep, pulling you in like tidal waves to the sea. telling her you loved her would never suffice, it was enough, it didn’t quite reach the depth of your devotion. only one thing seemed fitting.

you move from your seat on the bed, her hands fall from your skin. lowering yourself to one knee, looking into her confused eyes. one arm behind your back, one resting on her knee, “ser brienne of tarth, i swear by the old gods and the new to stay by your side, no matter what may happen in our world or in rest of it. i will defend your honor and self, and with complete devotion i will pledge my life to yours, if you will have me.”

her hands go from her lap to cradle your face, moving to kneel on the floor beside you, “only if you’ll allow me to do the same for you. i swear by the old gods and the new, i will protect and defend you, you and your boy. devote myself to you, heart and mind.” heart and mind, heart and mind.

you instantly pull her in, lips crashing together. nearly six years of longing, dancing around each other, gone the second she kisses you back. your lips move frantically together, all desire and love. you grip the front of her tunic, keeping her flush against you as her hands hold your face closer. she’s so soft, her lips, her hands, and her gods her tongue. she was addicting, but nothing compared to the noises that came from her as you ran your hands over her stomach under her tunic. you wanted, needed more of her. she had become your life source, the hole in your chest had completely disappeared, filled with only brienne.

the knight was on cloud nine. she felt drunk off of your lips, more than alcohol had ever affected her. your hands against the skin of her abdomen had her reeling, nearly moaning at your touch alone. she had dreamed of this more than she could say, imagined the feel of your lips, how they’d feel against her own, her neck, her chest. she can only pull you in closer, toppling you both over onto the floor, but she doesn’t let this deter her. she pulls you back in, feeling you smile against her lips as you straddle her waist, one arm holding you up a bit as the other holds her face. she greedily lets her hands run down your body, lightly squeezing your thighs and hips over your clothes, running her hands along your frame. you’re real.

oxygen is less important than you and your hot mouth, much less than your tongue tracing the scar on her lip. your kisses slow much to her displeasure, you pull away but keep your eyes closed. you place a feather light kiss to her lips before pulling away, dropping to hide your face in her shoulder. you hear her breath hitch when you place a gentle kiss to the skin of her neck, only allowing yourself the one for now. her arms wrap around your waist, holding you close, loving the weight of you on top of her. it was warm, grounding.

you speak into her, “you realize you’re stuck with me now, right?”

she chuckles, the vibration of her chest making you smile, “you say it as if that wasn’t my intention.” your head rises from her shoulder to press a sound kiss to her lips, as you pull away she speaks, “are we going to stay laying on the ground?”

it’s your turn to laugh, “depends. if we get up, are you staying with or leaving me?”

brienne’s hips lift and turn, switching your position so she’s now on top of you, strong arms hold her just above you, “how foolish would i be to leave you?” she dips down to kiss you again, and again, then once more for good measure, “we won’t find out.”

you find that laying in your bed with brienne is now your new favorite experience. you lay against her side, her hand drawing invisible patterns on your lower back under your shirt. your own fingers were gently tracing her neck and down to her collarbones, following patterns of faint freckles that lost their vibrance in the cold climate and low sunlight of the north. the string up her tunic was right there, begging you to untie the top of her shirt to follow the freckles of her chest. twirling one of the laces in your hand, you look at her with a silent question, only receiving a silent nod with wide eyes in return.

brienne’s mind felt like it was stuck in a trance, your soft touch was mesmerizing, the occasional soft kisses to her cheek and jaw were clouding her every thought. your fingers slowly, gently untied the top laces of her tunic, permission-seeking eyes looking into hers with each pull of the string. when you had gotten to her sternum, you ceased your movements, then slowly dragged your finger back up to her face. she grabs your hand, bringing it to her kiss-swollen lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles. your eyes sparkle at her action, and you can feel your face warming.

brienne’s overwhelmed by the blatant love for her that swirls in your eyes, her hand drops yours to grab your face, pulling you to her lips once again. she couldn’t get enough of your lips against hers, arms wrapped around you to keep you close. she whines as you suddenly pull away from her, but she immediately takes it back as soft kisses dance down her cheek, over her jaw, dipping to her neck. these weren’t kisses of lust, she was sure of it, but ones to let her know how much you cared. she was lost in her bliss, that she barely hears your mumblings through the fog. so beautiful as you pass over her collarbones, gods i adore you before you press a kiss at the center of her chest. you quickly kiss your way back up to her lips, greeted welcomingly by her tongue and smile. she surprises even herself by pulling away first this time.

her words tumble from her mouth, “you are mine, and i am yours.”

your smile grows quick and wide, her words going straight to your heart and into your soul. “there’s nothing i’d rather be,” you whisper, cuddling your face into her neck once again. 

—

the following weeks had resulted in the death of daenerys targaryen, first of her name. jaime had left two days after the long night, riding to king’s landing for cersei, both lost beneath the rubble of the red keep. brienne said nothing, anger of his betrayal and the sadness of his death battled each other until she sobbed in your arms after a couple days of holding it all in. the leaders of the remaining houses elected bran stark as the king of the seven, now six kingdoms. the north was her own kingdom, as it had long fought to return to.

the small council was formed, tyrion remained hand of the king as punishment for the conspiracy to kill daenerys. samwell tarly was grand maester, lord bronn the master of coin, your friend ser davos as master of ships. your brienne was appointed as the lord commander of the king’s guard, which you had expected, but still kissed her excitedly when you were alone after hearing the news.

today, she had you walking with her, side-by-side in her golden armor. she had only told you that your presence had been requested by the king, nothing more. larkin was trailing behind you both, watching the way you interacted, he most definitely noted the lack of awkwardness that had previously surrounded you both.

entering the council room, you bow to bran, “good morning, your grace.”

“good morning, commander. lord commander,” he nods to each of you, “larkin.”

the boy’s head pops up, curly bouncing, “hello, your grace.”

“has ser brienne told you the reason for your summons?” bran asks.

“no, your grace. she’s been quite tight-lipped despite my pestering,” you jest.

“in the formation of my small council, i seem to have three seats available. from what i’ve been told, you have quite the number of little spies around the kingdoms,” your eyes shoot to brienne at the king’s words, “completely unnoticed, well-managed. not even varys detected their presence, which is no small feat.”

you clear your throat, “thank you, your grace. they were only here to alert me of any major changes so that we could move accordingly, stay out of battle areas.”

“they’ve done well,” bran rests his hands on the table, “i’d like to offer you a seat at this council, as my master of whispers. i trust you’ll be honest and loyal in what is reported to you, i have been told in great detail of your leadership.” brienne closes her eyes momentarily, already knowing you’ll have something to say about this later. 

through wide eyes and a shaky voice you respond, “i’d be honored to accept your offer, your grace. thank you, i will serve you loyally.” 

“i know you will, you’re all dismissed.”

walking out, larkin is practically bouncing off the walls, “master of whispers, the master of whispers. this is insane, this is so amazing. can i go tell everyone?”

you laugh at him, “please do, i have something i have to do here.” he’s already gone before you’re fully done speaking, you shake your head laughing more.

brienne speaks up from beside you, “what is it that you have to do here?”

you scan the hall before grabbing her arm and bringing her down a corridor. you push her against a wall out of sight from the world, and tug her to your lip hurriedly. pulling away, you breathily say, “i love you.” she tries to pull you back in but you push her back, “uh-uh, that’s all you get. price for not preparing me for that, you ass.”

she laughs heartily, “i wasn’t supposed to tell you, it was the king’s orders!” she kisses your cheek as you roll your eyes at her, “i love you too, by the way,” another peck to the cheek, “incredibly so.”

you lean into her lips, not being able to stay away. you mumble against her, “i’m holding you to that.”

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[becausesomething]

Chapter 9 - Secrets revealed

Sabaody headcanon, all the supernovas in one palce for the 1st time!

warning: lesbian relationship, kid situationship, law colorful relatiosnship, feelings, confrontation, fight

Kid POV

I still tried to fall asleep but without success, I decided to go take a shower and when I come back I had a tray with a glass of orange juice and a plate of eggs sautéed with bacon and bread.

-KIDDDDD, how's that hangover?

– Killer shouts as he enters the room.

- You want your death sentence, I swear it will happen one day. Doesn't that woman know how to be silent either?! – the bath had helped the headache, but all that screaming made it come back.

-ihihih, job done – Killer closes the door as quickly as he entered.

I hear screams in the hallway, I bet those two are fighting with each other again. I don't care, I mean yes I do, or maybe it would be better not to.

-Kid, are you awake? That idiot Killer doesn't know what a beating he's going to get when he catches him. – Like Killer, she opens the door and suddenly enters the room.

-Eriss, don't even think, enough confusion. Did you get any information? – I take the tray and go sit on the sofa.

-Yes, there will be a human slave auction today. And I heard rumors that some celestial dragons would be present because of a mermaid being captured. Scum. – she leans against the edge of the door and starts playing with the choker pendant.

-Let's investigate, we'll leave in 4 hours, inform the rest.

-Yes captain! – she bows and that makes me roll my eyes, I don't know if I interpret it as respect or just provocation.

Eriss POV

It was the first time that all the supernovas were in the same place, the presence in that place was impressive, and by instinct, I got closer to Kid. I feel his gaze on me, I hope none of Kimi's marks are visible, and it's just because I'm looking for a little protection.

On the other hand, several times my gaze meets Law's, I wish I could talk to him and tell him the news. I guess I'll have to wait until later.

As expected, a battle began between the most talked about trio, Kid, Law, and Luffy, against the navy. Between insults, it was impressive their skills and how strong they had become.

Killer had pulled me to an area hidden from the sailors' view and we were left to absorb that epic battle that was going to start revolutionizing the world. It started as quickly as it ended.

Kid comes towards us - Let's go back and prepare to set sail, the navy will be at our heels soon, it's not safe here anymore.

We started running until I heard a voice calling me.

-Eriss-ya, are you okay? - Law runs up to me and gives me a hug.

-Of course, she's fine! - Kid shouts.

-I wasn't talking to you Eutass-ya, get out.

-You don't give me orders!

-It's better to leave the insults for later, the navy discovered us. - I point behind them.

Not even running, those two were able to stop insulting each other. The navy begins to gain ground and both begin to use their powers to slow them down. We ended up at a dead end, but luckily someone opened a door for us.

We entered a kind of warehouse. I was catching my breath when I felt lips touching mine, it was Kimi, I let myself get involved and forget about the situations I had behind me.

-Eriss!

-Eriss-ya!

I heard them both saying my name in perplexity, but my attention was only focused on her tears.

-Kimi, why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?

- I wipe her tears and hug her against me.

-No, I was worried about you when I found out that you were involved in the mess at the auction. I couldn't let you go without saying goodbye.

I feel Kid's fury flooding the room and a whistle disguised as Killer's laughter. I turn to them and Kimi wraps herself around my arm.

-This is Kimi, a friend. - I say, trying not to blush at the embarrassment and my secret being revealed.

-Eriss-ya talked a lot about you, it's good to know that you're alive. - I look at Law and he smiles slightly. Our looks said everything that needed to be said at that moment and that made me relax.

-Are you able to explain? How does this Dalmatian head know more than me? - the veins on Kid's forehead begin to show.

-She's a friend, didn't you hear it the first time?

-But the kiss? What does that mean? Since when?

-Damn Kid, I'm bisexual, Kimi was the first woman I was with. I thought she had died, but she was able to find me. Happy now?!

Silence settles.

-We can't stay here long, the navy is still looking for us. - Law approaches me and whispers to me - you need to say goodbye.

I look at Kid who looks away, I wanted to explain everything to him but it wasn't the right place or time.

I grab Kimi's hand and pull her to a corner so we have a little more space and privacy. I didn't want to say goodbye to her, not now after we had met again and the night we spent together. Between hugs and tears, we accept reality. One last kiss with my first crush.

I go over to the boys, I touch Law's arm, and whisper to him a thank you. He looks at me deeply, as if reading my soul, he knew what that moment meant for me.

-Kid, I'm ready. - he looks at me sideways and mumbles between his teeth.

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[abitohoney]

All I Want for Christmas Is You

Chapter 3 of 6 - Hand Me the Nutmeg AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5 || CH6

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, AU - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Lesbian Sex, Cunnilingus, Teasing, Humor, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay (nothing extreme), Begging, Strap-Ons, Face-Sitting, Corny & Cheesy Dialogue, kinda sappy

Word Count: 5.7k

Fic Summary: It’s your first year spending the holidays with Sevika, and though the two of you couldn’t be any different in your level of holiday spirit or view of the traditions that come with it, your shared adoration (and sexual attraction) for each other is more than enough to get both of you through it together.

A collection of little holiday-inspired scenes, technically chronological, but really could be read in any order or as stand-alone oneshots. Includes a nice blend of sugar (fluff) and spice (smut).

Chapter Summary: Dragging Sevika to her boss's holiday party starts just as you expected. She's grumpy, uninterested, and simply all around no fun. Thankfully you find the perfect activity to turn that frown upside down. (Cum and get yer smut!)

AN: Another fic already complete on AO3 that I'm bringing to Tumblr. Guess it's Xmas in April. 🤷‍♀️

“We’re gonna be late!” you call out from the bathroom after you finish applying some bright red lipstick. When Sevika doesn’t reply, you poke your head out of the door into your bedroom.

Sevika stands in front of a mirror over a small dresser, struggling to adjust the holiday sweater you bought her. “This is so fucking stupid,” she grumbles when you step up behind her. Her stormy gray eyes are focused on the hem of the sweater as she attempts- and fails- to tug it down over the top of her pants. Too busy with that battle, she doesn’t notice the reflection of your smile, but she does notice your poorly stifled giggles. “Why is this so damn short?” she gripes.

“So I can see those gorgeous abs of yours, duh,” you reply as you graze over the skin of said abs with the tips of your fingers. Her stomach quakes, muscles flexing beneath your touch. It’s the only place she’s ticklish, and though she’d never let you really go at it, you still manage to sneak in the occasional light tease. “Besides, it's really no shorter than your typical top,” you point out and take your hands away before she can grab them.

“My typical top is not an ugly ass sweater.” Her narrowed eyes rise to your face reflected in the mirror as you move to stand beside her. The moment she catches your genuine smile, she releases an exaggerated sigh and her scowl fades into something softer. Though she may never say it in such words, she truly adores your smile.

“We look cute together,” you say, taking in the sight of your matching ugly sweaters. Hers is a garish bright green with a black outline of the Grinch and- appropriately- the words ‘The Grinch’. It fits snug, hugging her soft curves and hard muscles, making an otherwise ugly sweater look rather tempting. You had removed the sleeve of the left arm to allow her to slip it over her mech arm without risk of snagging. Your sweater is a bright red with a white outline of a Santa hat and the words ‘Mrs. Claus, but sleeping with the Grinch’. It's equally snug, but reaches the waist of your knee length, white, pleated skirt.

“ You look… cute ," she replies, left eye twitching as she forces out that last word. "Don’t use that term in reference to me.”

“Oh! Almost forgot. I have something else that will make us even cuter!” you exclaim, ignoring her demand entirely. Opening one of the dresser drawers, you pull out a Santa hat, reindeer antlers and a little red Rudolph nose. You put the Santa hat on your head, then turn your attention to Sevika as you grab the antlers.

“Babe, no,” Sevika sighs as you reach up to slip the antlers on her head, but she makes no motion to stop you.

Checking her appearance in the reflection, you can barely contain the utter glee the sight induces. “Oh. My. God. Sevika, you are adorable!” you squeal. Even as she scowls at you in the mirror, it doesn’t take away from just how cute she looks. If anything, it enhances it. She’s your big, cute, Grinch. “Here! Put the nose on!” You insist and hold it out for her. When all she does is narrow her eyes at your reflection, you push out your bottom lip and give her your sweetest doe eyes. “Please. Everyone else is going to be dressed up!”

"I agreed to wear this dumb sweater. Even let you put these ridiculous ears-"

"Antlers," you correct her with a smile.

"Whatever. Don't act like I'm not dressing up for you," she grumbles.

She really has allowed you to push her boundaries. More and more over time, really. She clearly is trying hard to please you, and you realize you need to be more appreciative of all the adjustments she's made just for you.

"Okay. You're right," you relent with a deflated sigh. "Thank you," you add with a soft smile. Stretching up on your tiptoes, you press a chaste kiss to her cheek, leaving a bright red imprint against her rich, brown skin. That earns you a sweet, crooked grin from her as she turns to face you.

Sevika slips her hands under the back of your sweater, pulling you against her warm, hard body as she bends down to press her plush lips to yours.

You slide your hands up between your bodies, palms smoothing over muscled abs and curved breasts until they rest against her shoulders. Clinging to her, you return the kiss in earnest.

She tilts her head to deepen the kiss, her tongue tracing along your lips. When you eagerly part them, she wastes no time delving in.

Your mouth fills with a heady burst of flavor- fine cigars and whiskey. It's something that even after all the time you've spent with her, will always leave you with a heady sensation. A mix of feeling high as a kite, warm to the core, and undeniably aroused.

Realizing the two of you are going to be late to Silco's party- not to mention how badly you need the oxygen she's unknowingly denied you- you finally pull away. Both of you gaze at one another through hooded eyes, longing to keep taking that kiss wherever it was headed.

"We need to go," you whisper breathlessly. "We're gonna be late."

She stares down at you- your lipstick smeared lips- for a moment longer before finally relenting. "Alright. Gotta clean the mess you made first."

"Hey, you made a mess too, you know," you reply with a playful smile. When she raises an inquisitive brow, you in turn raise yours. Certainly she can catch onto your little innuendo without you needing to explain. And that she does.

Her now red stained lips curl into a knowing smirk. "If you weren't so insistent on being there on time , I'd offer to clean that up for you," she purrs while slipping her flesh hand beneath your skirt to tease over your noticeably damp underwear.

You try to step back, away from her wandering fingers, but the metal hand at your back holds you firmly in place. "Please don't tempt me," you whine.

Again, she chews over your request, but ceases her teasing while she does. Taking in the sight of your pleading eyes, she relents once more. She wipes her damp finger along the waistband of your underwear and steps away, all while keeping that damn sexy smirk in place.

The two of you enter the bathroom. You clean away your smudged lipstick and reapply a fresh coat, while she removes the marks you left on her cheek and mouth.

By the time you and Sevika arrive outside Silco's apartment, you can barely contain your excitement. The box of cookies the two of you had baked and decorated bounces in your hands as you rock back and forth on your heels. You've met a couple of Sevika's coworkers, but never her boss.

Sevika gives you the side eye before pressing the buzzer.

The door opens, revealing a fairly tall- though not as tall as Sevika- and lanky man. Silco. You'd heard his eyes were something to behold, and boy was that the truth. His left eye, set within a wave of scars, is a fiery iris set within a black abyss. His right eye- still healthy and untouched by the scarring, is a pleasant teal color, but it's just as unnerving in its cool, calculating demeanor.

"Ah, Sevika. How nice of you…" his drawl trails off for a moment when he takes notice of her reindeer antlers. "... How nice of you to join us." He sounds terribly unamused and you're not sure if that's just part of his personality or if he has some issue with Sevika. His good eye drops to your face. "And I see you've brought a… friend ."

Not so sure you like the way he called you her ‘friend’, you ignore the warning jabs of Sevika's metal fingers against your back. "Girlfriend, actually," you tell him matter-of-factly.

His unscarred brow raises and you can hear Sevika's frustrated sigh beside you. "I see," he replies without an ounce of care in his tone. "Please, come in." He steps back and off to the side to allow you both to enter.

Sevika strides in while you follow close behind her. You flash Silco a friendly smile as you hand him the box of cookies. "Cookies. For the potluck," you explain, still smiling.

His otherwise straight lined lips twitch, which you assume is his attempt to return the friendly gesture.

No wonder Sevika is his right hand. Just a couple of crabby, emotionally constipated-

Your thoughts are interrupted as Sevika bends down to hiss against your ear. "I thought you said everyone would be dressed up!"

Scanning the room, you observe the two of you are- in fact- the only ones wearing silly festive attire. Everyone else is dressed in nice, fancy holiday clothing. Shrugging your shoulders, you whisper out of the side of your mouth, "But we're the cutest ones here."

"You owe me for this," she threatens.

"Yes, yes. You can punish me later," you reply. Before she can get another word in, you catch sight of Ran and Dustin- the only two guests you know- and immediately gravitate towards them.

"Hi Ran," you say cheerfully when you come to stand beside them at one of the tables lined with food and drinks.

Ran, midst listening to Dustin ramble about Janna knows what, turns to you. Ignoring him entirely, their dark lips slip into a sly smile. “Hey, pretty girl,” they greet you, voice low and smooth.

From your periphery you see Sevika step up beside you, just in time to hear Ran’s subtle flirting, but she says nothing. You’ve noticed that over your time being Sevika’s girl, that her protectiveness over you seemed to allow Ran as the only exception. The two of them would usually cast subtle, knowing glances at one another. A silent agreement, perhaps. It was as if they had some sort of history. Something beyond just coworkers or friends.

You smile coyly at Ran and your cheeks blush at the compliment. Ran is undeniably attractive. Dark, quiet, mysterious and alluring. Not that you’d ever act on that attraction. At least not without Sevika’s permission.

Ran nods in greeting to Sevika, who in turn does the same. Then Ran’s dark eyes roam over Sevika’s sweater and up to her antlers, their smile growing in unabashed amusement. They turn back to you, taking note of the matching sweater.

“Don’t. Say. Anything.” Sevika bites out, tone low and threatening.

Still admiring your outfit, Ran leans towards you to whisper, “Cute.”

Sevika scoffs, clearly having heard the comment, and turns to observe the room in an effort to ignore you two.

“Thanks!” you reply, all smiles and proud of yourself.

Silco strolls up at your other side to place your box of cookies down on the table before turning to answer the door when the buzzer sounds again.

Dustin, who seems to have preoccupied himself with something in his nose- gross- immediately reaches for one of the cookies. Apparently Sevika’s sanitary standards are higher than her coworkers’. And wouldn’t you know it, the first thing Dustin does is drag his nasty ass tongue over the entire length of the gingerbread man in his hand, but not without first locking eyes with you. He smiles, sickly- perversely- and it makes you grimace and turn away to face Sevika. Apparently her eating etiquette is also better than her coworkers’.

“I’m thirsty,” you tell her, “Let’s get something to drink.” She says nothing, but follows you as you turn to make your way down to the other end of the table. You flash Ran one last smile over your shoulder and they return it with their own playful smirk and wave of their metal fingers.

“What the hell is this?” Sevika asks, her face scrunching in disgust as you start to ladle out two servings of eggnog.

You hand her a cup and grin as she sniffs it suspiciously. “It’s called eggnog. It’s a typical Holiday drink. You’ve seriously never had any?” Taking a sip, you watch as she takes her own, very cautious, sip. The grimace she makes as she immediately pulls it away from her mouth has you giggling out loud.

“This is disgusting,” she grunts and sets the cup on the table.

“It’s an acquired taste,” you explain.

Sevika says nothing, instead reaching into the pouch at her side to remove a fairly large flask.

“What are you doing?” you ask, though it’s pretty obvious she’s spiking her own drink.

“There’s no way I’m making it through tonight without this,” she grumbles as she pours a rather hefty amount into her cup. “Want some?” she asks.

Honestly, you could use a drink yourself seeing as you’ll likely be subject to rather unsanitary acts most of the night. “Sure,” you reply and hold your cup out. You notice she only gives you about half as much as she poured herself. And it’s a good thing too, because as you take a drink, you nearly sputter at how strong it is. “Damn, what is this?”

“Rum. Top shelf,” she replies, lips curling up into a smirk at your inability to handle anything remotely strong. She takes a considerable gulp, her shoulders slumping almost immediately. Perhaps there’s still hope for her to enjoy herself tonight.

You spend most of the night hanging around Sevika in companionable silence. You had made several attempts to chat with Ran- or rather at Ran- as they mostly just listened. Unfortunately, Dustin was entirely too weird and gross for your liking, so those conversations were quite brief.

Sevika made zero attempt to talk with anyone besides an occasional short, private conversation with Silco. Probably talking shop. She did, however, let you go on an occasional rant to her about something. She would just watch you with that tiny smirk on her face, apparently amused by how passionate you got about some subjects. Unbeknownst to you, those rants became more and more nonsensical and long winded the more spiked eggnog you drank. Of course she remained cool, calm and unaffected despite drinking far more than you, at least if strictly referencing alcohol content. You had certainly drunk more than your fair share of eggnog.

“I need to use the restroom,” you whisper to Sevika when that feeling hits you without warning.

She merely grunts from where she leans against the wall, but her eyes remain protectively on you as you walk away.

After finishing your business and checking on your appearance, you step out of the bathroom a bit disoriented. Yeah, you definitely had a bit too much to drink. You glance through the crowd of people for Sevika. Considering how damn massive she is, it really shouldn’t be that hard to find her, but she’s not where you last left her. Sighing, you make your way through the mass of people as discreetly as you can until you see Sevika leaning against a wall in a dark corner of the room- basically as far away from people as possible.

As you step up to her, she’s just finishing a glass of eggnog, your glass you note by how she is holding an empty glass in her other hand.

“Thankss for holding my drink,” you state sarcastically, not realizing the slight slur your voice has taken on.

“Fucking need more than this to make it through this shit fest,” she grumbles, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. Her eyes flit to your flush face and silly, lopsided smile. “Looks like you’ve had enough anyway, sweetheart.”

Taking both empty glasses from her, you set them on a small table along the wall. Glancing up at her grumpy expression, you can’t help but smile at how adorable she looks with her face all scrunched up and pouty. Like a huge, gorgeous, petulant child… with an undersized sweater and reindeer antlers.

“It’s not that bad. I mean nobody is really bothering us and there’s plenty of alcohol,” you point out, this time concentrating on your speech and keeping that slur at bay. Or at least you think.

Her narrowed eyes flit to your face before dropping to her sweater.

“It is that bad. This hideous fucking sweater is hot and itchy as hell,” she gripes, scratching at her neck with her metal fingers. Your eyes travel over how snug the wool sweater fits to her sculpted body. Even with such a gaudy, ugly sweater that is clearly at least two sizes too small for her, she looks hot as hell. Her bulging bicep stretches the fabric so tight you can see traces of her beautiful dark skin poking through. And it’s no coincidence that it’s as short as it is, revealing that tantalizing strip of skin. You bought that sweater knowing damn well how it would look on her, and you regret nothing.

“You’re so cute in it though!!” you coo, giving her bicep a playful little poke. Something catches your eye just above her head and you tilt your head back to glance up.

“I told you; do NOT call me cu-”

“Sevika! Look!” you exclaim, cutting her off when you realize there are several sprigs of mistletoe just above your heads. “Mistletoe!”

Sevika glances up to the ceiling, grimacing at the plant before dropping her attention back to your beaming face. “So what?”

Brows furrowed in confusion, you can’t possibly believe she doesn’t know the significance. “Do you not know what that means?” you ask incredulously. Taking her less than amused expression as a no, you explain, “You have to kiss me. It’s bad luck to be caught under the mistletoe and refuse a kiss.” You smile up at her coyly, taking a step closer while she simply raises a brow.

“That’s complete bullshit.”

“Oh c’mon Sev,” you reply playfully, not about to let her get out of this. Slipping the palms of your hands up over her chest and shoulders, you stand up on your toes to bring your face closer to hers. “You’re not going to deny me a kiss are you?” Her eyes drop to your red painted lips as you slowly drag your tongue across them. Watching her scowl devolve into an amused little smirk, you step even closer, pressing one of your legs between her thighs and intentionally rubbing against her. That does the trick.

Sevika’s hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer as she dips her head, cocking it to the side and capturing your lips with her own. The kiss starts innocently enough. It’s soft, gentle, sweet, simply pressing her lips to yours. However, as you grind against her, that quickly changes. She releases a low, rumbly sound akin to that of a growl. She catches your bottom lip between her teeth and tugs. When your mouth falls open to release a soft groan, she immediately takes the opportunity to release your lip and slip her tongue inside. Her teeth clack against yours with how fervently she kisses you.

Your hands slip into the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging hard as you try to match her fervor. The growl she releases against your mouth becomes a moan when you press your thigh against just the right spot between her legs.

She breaks the kiss and both of you are left panting. “Bathroom,” she grunts, digging her nails into your waist to drive home just how serious she is.

“Pantry,” you reply through heavy breaths.

Sevika arches a brow as your hands slide down to her pants. Hooking your fingers through the belt loops, you tug her along as you step backwards.

“Nobody will go in there,” you explain as you back into the small door adjacent to the kitchen. Her lips curl into a smirk, one hand leaving your waist to turn the door handle so the two of you can slip inside. She flips on the light switch. A dingy, low yellow light floods the rather small pantry. She kicks the door shut behind her before returning her hand to your waist. 

The roles suddenly reverse and you’re no longer pulling her along. Instead, she’s quickly pushing you backwards as she captures your mouth again in another heated kiss.

Your backside slams into a series of shelves along the back wall, knocking over several cans that subsequently roll off and crash to the floor. Neither of you are bothered by it. You’re both too preoccupied with trying to shove your tongues down each other’s throats.

Her hands run wildly over your body, trying to touch every inch of skin she can reach. One hand slips up behind your head to grab a fistful of hair, tugging your head back to expose your neck. She runs her mouth along your jaw, sucking, biting and marking your skin all the way down and over your neck.

Uncaring that someone could- at any moment- walk by and easily hear, you release a loud moan when she presses her thigh between yours. Your hands slip into her hair and pull her head closer as she ravishes your skin.

Her other hand snakes under the front of your sweater to grab a handful of one of your breasts. She pinches and rolls your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra, pulling a gasp from your open mouth.

You’re feeling delightfully high with arousal, and the alcohol thrumming through your bloodstream is only serving to heighten it. Unfortunately it also seems to be raising the temperature in the room, as you both start to squirm in your wool sweaters.

“This fucking sweater,” Sevika curses under her breath and pulls away from you to rip said sweater off before discarding it somewhere over her shoulder. Her antlers are knocked off in the process, but neither of you take notice. “Get this off,” she grunts and grabs at the hem of your sweater. She hardly gives you a moment to push off the shelves before she’s practically tearing it off your body and tossing it to the side. Your Santa hat suffers the same fate as her antlers.

With both of you free of the uncomfortable clothing, neither of you waste any time getting your hands back on each other. You slide your hands up her toned abs, reveling in how they tighten beneath your touch. Traveling higher, you take each of her warm, heavy breasts into your hands and squeeze.

She doesn’t give you long to play with them though, as she quickly pulls one of the cups of your bra down and grabs your breast. Bending down, she wraps her lips around the supple flesh and sucks, leaving a trail of love bites. Her metal hand wraps around the other breast to knead it between her fingers.

You can feel her teeth graze down the curve of your breast before clamping down on the hardened peak. “Sevika!” you squeal and your hands grasp at her hair again. The deep, throaty chuckle she releases against your skin sends shivers down your spine. You pull her face closer as her wet tongue circles your areola before flicking your nipple, withdrawing another startled sound from your throat.

When she finally moves her mouth from your breast in favor of nibbling on one of your earlobes, you’re too distracted to notice the hand slipping beneath your skirt.

“I’m going to fuck you real good, babygirl. Think you can be quiet for me?” she rasps against your ear.

Your skin prickles with goosebumps and your body shudders. “I- oh- shit,” you moan out when you feel the fingers of her flesh hand drift up along the insides of your thighs.

“That’s not an answer,” she teases, her fingers stopping just below the apex of your thighs.

“Sev- please,” you whine, desperate for her touch. Even with your sweater discarded, the room feels unbearably hot and it’s only getting worse the more excited she gets you. “I- I’ll try. Just- please touch me,” you beg.

“That’s my good girl.”

If that praise wasn’t enough to makes your knees weak, her fingers sliding against your clothed heart sure as fuck was. The moan that slips past your parted lips is muffled when her mouth captures yours once again.

Sevika wastes no time slipping her hand beneath the waistband of your underwear. She drags her middle finger between your wet folds, just barely pressing inside. Both of you groan in unison. You from the pleasure of finally feeling her where you need her, and she from the feeling of how wet you are for her. Slowly, almost tauntingly so, she slips her finger inside. She breaks the kiss, allowing you to release a shaky moan. Her finger bottoms out, buried to the last knuckle, and your legs ache with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Sevika,” you groan when you feel her slowly pull back out, only to add a second digit. You peer up at her through half-hooded eyes and Janna, she is a sight to behold. Pupils wide and filled with lust- with hunger. Both fingers- so thick and long- sink deep inside you, and it’s downright heavenly how perfectly they fit. And it would seem she’s thinking the same thing…

“Fuck, baby-” she groans, “I’ll never get used to how good your pussy feels wrapped around my fingers. So warm. Wet. Tight .”

God, can she possibly be any sexier?

“How do you want me to fuck you?” she purrs. “Fast and hard, or soft and slow?” Before your lust-clouded brain can even process the question, she’s curling her fingers and dragging them back out at a slow pace that is both agonizing and satisfying at the same time. As if that wasn’t enough to drive you mad with want, she runs the tip of her tongue over your upper lip at the same speed.

Your eyes flutter shut and you attempt to chase after her tongue- to steal a kiss. But, not only does she pull away, she releases a deep, mocking chuckle when you whine her name in protest. You open your glazed over eyes and peer up at her… insidious smile.

Apparently yes- yes she can be sexier.

Feeling completely overwhelmed with desire, you’re certain you couldn’t handle soft and slow. You watch her raise a brow, evil little smirk never faltering. “Fast- and hard. Please,” you breathe.

That must satiate her ego. She immediately reaches prosthetic hand down to grasp one of your thighs, lifting it up and out of the way as her human fingers plunge knuckle deep.

The motion knocks the air from your lungs, leaving your resulting moan as nothing more than an airy gasp- near silent. Your hands scramble to find purchase on something, anything, as she starts thrusting wildly inside your cunt. One hand wraps tightly around her bicep, the other clutches the metal plate that covers the shoulder joint of her prosthetic.

Both of you quickly find yourself breathing raggedly. She grunts and huffs with each powerful thrust of her fingers, and you can feel the flex of her bicep beneath your hand. Despite your effort to bite back your own sounds, the moment she uses the palm of her hand to rub against your clit, all hope of remaining quiet is lost. A mixture of broken moans, whimpers and her name seep from between your parted lips.

Feeling that familiar ache starting to form, you cling desperately to Sevika’s bicep, nails digging into her skin and threatening to break through. “Sevika,” you whimper, “I’m so close.” You’re not even sure she hears you over the sound of the shelves and their contents rattling behind you as her fingers rock your body with each pleasurable drive of her fingers.

Then, suddenly- and without warning- she pulls her palm away from your throbbing clit. Your eyes shoot up to hers, wild and desperate. “Sevika! Please don’t stop!” you cry out. Barely able to stand on the one leg you have planted on the floor, you use what little strength remains to attempt to grind into her hand. The deep, threatening growl that leaves her throat has you frozen though. She’s smiling down at you, with a sick, teasing grin.

“I’m not sure you deserve to cum, babygirl. Not after you put me in that stupid ass sweater and antlers. Lied and told me everyone else would be dressed that way,” she grunts.

Her fingers continue to thrust inside you, but it’s not enough. You need that friction.

“Sevika, please!” you beg her again. You can feel the familiar prickly sensation at the corners of your eyes when they start to water. You want- need - your release so bad. “I- I’m sorry,” you whimper, voice breaking as you struggle not to sob.

The moment Sevika catches that break in your voice- the single tear that slips down your cheek- her demeanor changes instantly. That evil smirk of hers devolves into worry. She brings her head beside yours and her mouth to your ear as she shushes you. “Shh. Babygirl, it’s okay. I’ll give you what you need.” She pulls her head back again to gaze softly down at your face. Using her knee to keep your leg propped up and out of the way, she removes her metal hand to gently swipe away the tear from your cheek with the smooth back of a finger. Her lips press softly against yours as she brings the palm of her hand back to glide against your aching clit.

You’re not sure if it’s the return of that pleasurable stimulation, or the incredible tenderness Sevika is showing you, or maybe even both, but your climax strikes like lightning. It shocks every nerve- every muscle. You pull away from her mouth to gasp while she fucks you through your orgasm with determination. Time slows and stills for that brief, pleasurable moment and all you can do is cling onto her as if your life depends on it. As the last wave rocks your body, you can feel her fingers slow from a brutal pace to something more steady, gentle. Then, your body finally falls limp between her and the shelves behind you.

Sevika’s fingers still inside you and she rests her sweat slick forehead against yours. She gazes down at you with a proud little smirk as both of you struggle to catch your breath. Her chest heaves in unison with your own. Moving her knee away from your leg, she allows you to stand on both feet. However, when your knees buckle she quickly wraps her prosthetic arm around your waist to keep you upright. She chuckles deeply and runs her nose along the side of yours affectionately before peppering your cheek and neck with chaste kisses.

The door behind Sevika suddenly swings open. You’re too fucked out to even process the situation, but Sevika isn’t. She slowly turns to glance over her shoulder, fingers still knuckle deep in your cunt.

Silco stands frozen in the doorway. His good eye widens, for just a brief moment, taking in the sight before him. Sevika- his right hand woman- stands with her back to him. She’s shirtless, sweaty and covered in lipstick stains. You- his subordinate’s girlfriend - are pinned against the rows of shelves in his pantry. You too are shirtless and sweaty, but also staring blankly with eyes glazed over and mouth hanging slack. His face quickly returns to its normal I could care less expression and he turns his attention to Sevika. “Sevika, if you would be so kind as to hand me the nutmeg… seeing as you are currently blocking it,” he drawls.

Without a word, Sevika carefully removes her prosthetic from around your waist, pressing her body against yours to keep you from collapsing. Reaching up to a nearby shelf, she grabs the spice and hands it to Silco. He nods to her and turns to leave, but before he’s all the way through the doorway, he turns his head to say over his shoulder, “Glad to see you two are enjoying the… festivities .”

Once the door closes again, Sevika turns to you with a smirk. You’re just barely starting to come to, still not quite processing what just occurred. “You alright, sweetheart?” she asks quietly.

Define ‘alright’.

She definitely fucked away your tipsy feeling, but she left a new sort of high in it’s place. You nod, not trusting your ability to formulate coherent words. The moment she drags her fingers out from your overly sensitive cunt, you seem to find your voice again. “Careful!” you chastise her.

Sevika simply grins down at you as she wipes her slick coated fingers off against the inside of your thigh. “Think you can walk?” she asks, making no effort to hide the mirth in her tone.

“I-” your voice cracks, so you pause to clear your throat. “I’m not sure I can even stand,” you admit. That earns you a bigger- still haughty- smile from Sevika, and although it takes a tremendous amount of effort, you smile up at her too.

“Need me to carry you home?”

“Would you really do that?” you ask doubtfully.

“I wore a fucking ugly sweater and antlers for you. To a stupid party. What do you think?” She’s being snarky, but there’s not even the slightest hint of malice in her tone.

“Are you mad at me for that?” you ask, feeling somewhat guilty. You peer up at her through your lashes, trying to read her expression. It softens, and as she dips her head to bring her lips to yours, you know that’s her way of telling you ‘no’. You wrap your arms around her neck and return the tender kiss. If your bones didn’t already feel like liquid, you would have certainly melted against her.

You release a pleased sigh when she breaks the kiss. She rests her forehead on yours again and the two of you simply gaze at one another like idiots in love for several moments before Sevika finally speaks.

“You ready to go home?” she asks.

“For round two?” you reply with a sly smile.

Her dark lips curl into a suggestive smirk. “And three.”

next chapter >

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #fanfic #honey writes

[daily-kohane-azusawa]

Day 358! Had another vbs dream so story time!

TLDR: I unintentionally became VBS’s assistant during their stay in the US, and promised to help them win a competition that would help them afford the flight back home. (This one is looooong, buckle in)

The setting was this fine arts based summer school.

I started the day by oversleeping through my first classes, losing one of my sketch books on campus, and falling asleep in the class I did make it to (Ribbon-typical narcolepsy L).

While I was asleep in class they were going over this bracket style music competition and assigning students to interview each of the contestants.

I up being assigned to help VBS since no body else wanted to on the fact that the group didn’t speak much English and I couldn’t speak a lick of Japanese so…

Luka to the rescue!! Street Sekai Luka basically acted as my translator so we could get the interview done, but I wasn’t satisfied…

The group really seemed to be at a disadvantage with the language barrier so I did a little something extra and made custom background MV’s for their performances that had the English lyrics to their songs

This made their first battle a clean sweep as people as both their performance and the MV blew the competition out of the water (they sang Devil’s Manor).

I learned after that that they were kinda stuck in the US because they didn’t have enough money to afford a return ticket and the prize money would enough for them to buy a flight home.

Of course I agreed and basically became their assistant and translator (with the help of Luka) for their stay.

While waiting for my brother to pick me up a few things happened; some guy tried to flirt with An and when Kohane clinged to her saying that she was hers, it was like the guy just found out lesbians existed.

And I met up with a group for friends from an art class and lo and behold a certain brunette illustrator was using my lost sketchbook as inspiration for some of her own sketches.

Ena and I got to talking and that’s how I found out Akito was also a younger sibling. I promptly started bolting towards ginger around because my irl friendship language is being annoying and I wanted the deets on their relationship from his perspective.

While running I yelled something like “my brother is also a soccer player! You don’t think I know how to out endure you!” And I chased him around til he gave up and let me pester him lol.

We basically talked about being younger siblings and I even told him that while i think my brother’s cool that doesn’t stop me from hitting him with a plastic spoon for fun (real btw I did do that)

So yeah that was basically the dream, minimal Kohane moments but she was there.

#project sekai #proseka #vbs kohane #kohane azusawa #vivid bad dreams 🌈

[pliskin]

Ok the. Geeta meta so I can get it off my chest bc some posts on here are deeply troubling in the way they will vilify her for having character flaws. Not going to talk about sweatlord team composition/battle mechanics just purely her writing and the story

Let me preface by saying this, you need to stop applying real world class and workplace dynamics in a series that is literally based on a utopia. There is no reason for you at all to extrapolate someone like larry working three jobs to mean he is living paycheck-to-paycheck and is being exploited financially; he lives comfortably from the simple fact he goes out to eat regularly. That’s not someone living in poverty.

To talk about larry more because this is where geeta catches the most ire, let’s talk about geeta’s insistence that larry use flying-types in the e4, to larry’s dismay. This is where geeta starts to meddle, and comes across as thinking she knows what’s best for larry (and other members of the league). I do think it’s completely fine to think she’s controlling in this aspect, and it is a character flaw of hers. She’s the boss, she’s bossy, she wants change where she wants improvement, she exerts that hierarchal power.

So she tells larry to use flying-types, and he’ll lead you to believe he’s not happy about that. But is that true? His design reflects both his flying and normal affinities. When you speak to larry again for your rematch, he starts telling you:

He’s admitting that his viewpoint, that resigning himself to normalcy, means he’ll never get to see everything there is in life. That is character progression! Or it could’ve been something he knew all along. It’s hard to tell with larry, when he seems to suggest he’s not always telling the truth during your first gym battle with him.

Not only that, but he also tells you that geeta tells him to stop working overtime. That is not indicative of an exploitive boss. Geeta from these lines carries so much compassion it honestly hurts that a lot of people will choose to misconstrue that, or not notice. It was an order to choose flying-types, but it made larry reconsider sticking to only what he knows. It’s nurturing for him, it’s wanting to see him at his full potential. It’s coming from a place of kindness. It’s telling him to work less. LARRY chooses to overwork.

Every other gym leader that has some trouble with her, it is in my opinion chalked up to their own insecurity and anxiety over being assessed. Lots of gym leaders are apathetic over their gym leader status and would rather pursue their other careers. Tulip’s dislike stems literally from jealousy over Geeta’s beauty:

I just want to say. A lot of characters being uneasy with her is NOT THAT DEEP. Tulip is jealous of her bc she is a big ass lesbian and thinks geeta is beautiful. And that is one of geeta’s more egregious relationships, along with larry, who has already been spoken for. It is not indicative of anything even nearly sinister of what the fandom has cooked up in their heads.

She meddles, and she’s underdeveloped and under-utilized, and that’s it. She’s not your real-life boss. She has flaws indicative of her role as the big boss in the region. It’s not a pass, but you’d hope to think people would extend some sympathy to that, and not interpret literally everything she does as bad faith as one possibly can. I don’t understand it. Her design being based on a glimmora makes one wonder her relationship to area zero, and I think it’s completely fine to theorize, but the insistence to demonize her through extremely inauthentic critiques makes me think you don’t hate her, just what she represents as a “boss”.

#pokemon #champion geeta #literally has been eating away at me so much I had to speak up #ohhhhh my god

[halalgirlmeg]

Battle of the Hijabs (Under read more because this got longer than I thought and I started ranting about why representation in media fucking sucks atp and why the TV show Quantico is the worst):

Coming in at number 1, getting the gold: LITERALLY ALL THE HIJABIS IN WE ARE LADY PARTS like the variation in hijabs alone is so beautiful I love it, iykyk, Stream Bashir with the Good Beard. Like very real to life with different styles and personalities, don't you just love when shows actually treat hijabis as real human beings

All the hijabis from every version of Skam (except Italy fuck you)

Goldie is like next bc the actress isn't a hijabi but like I feel like they depicted being a hijabi really well for the most part like with her thinking she wanted to take it off and realizing everything about herself was nice it was very complex and well done imo

Qadri's next cause tbh I liked her style and the fact that she wore al Amira hijabs. I know everyone's like oh those are for little girls or they're ugly but tbh it makes sense bc I feel like being that she's training to be a surgeon and it is very convenient cause who's trying to be calling a code and fight with some chiffon or jersey material?? Not me! (They lose points for that one scene cause you mean to tell me she's only going to use her hijab to stop the bleeding and nothing else?? Come again?? She's in a hospital!!)

Next is Adina from The Bold Type, tbh idk how to feel cause she's a lesbian and played by Nikhol Boosheri and I was excited at the time but tbh some of her choices def had me scratching my head and I feel like they could've did a bit more to showcase her identity ykwim

Marjan from 911 Lone Star cause bro what the hell was the praying scene, did y'all talk to one Muslim? Download the Learning to Pray app on your phone I'll send you a link like be SO FR, then them saying her masjid kicked her out bc her hijab accidentally came off (which happens so much in television) like...again did you talk to anyone, I could see backlash yes but I just *sigh* again which Muslims did you talk to like idk about y'all but a stiff tug or strong wind has tested my hijab before like it happens, we cover back up and move on

Bottom 2 but not thee bottom, Nadia from Elite (hear me out cause the bottom of the list will make sense) obviously its so low because she wore hijab and they had some decent commentary at first, and then removed her hijab, and for Guzman ol racist crusty lip ass like, this who you risking it all for??? GIRL??? Like if Vic Mensa asked to see my hair I'd let him see that and much else (I'M KIDDING, I'd marry him first ok, astaghfirullah) no fr like but it's even that like they made it that she's more confident without her hijab people like her more, like it's obviously same old song like hijab is removed and suddenly liberation like they could've showed it in a more tasteful way if they wanted to but what did I expect from Europeans esp Spaniards like

And coming in Dead Last Raina Amin, tbh girl its not even about you...WHO WROTE THIS. Cause I watched it back in the day cause you know representation but like *pauses before I sip my coffee* hold tf on. Like where to even begin, the cop propaganda? What do you have to prove, cause they tried to get me i would've been like get tf off my porch. Like and the FBI? How did they even recruit the twins? The government watchlist? Blair Imani slid up in the masjid to snitch? I mean, what the hell? And this show had so much talent to be so extremely questionable (and that is putting it mildly). But we're discussing the twins rn. Raina specifically. So it doesn't even stop there. Like so much was wrong, so you mean to tell me she's in love with a man who used to be an IOF soldier, who helped them actively target Palestinian women for God knows what (the show implied certain things), like WTF is this, like everyone wants to talk about her removing her hijab and kissing him but like we have bigger fish to fry, that is like at the bottom of the problem list. Like did we see the man they put her with and she still loved him later EYE. And then two more things and then I'll shut up. Okay so they were working for the Government to infiltrate terrorist cells whatever bc they were going to attack American soil. No mention of how terrorist groups like the ones they're depicting mostly target minority sect Muslims and lead to their deaths that usually go unnoticed by anyone who is not them, Iran and Nigeria, if I remember correctly are where a lot of the casualties are from. I hate propaganda cause its the same old shit like we really pushing the agenda huh? And hijab removal scene again worst part cause you know what I hated after this other stuff cause red flags with major red lights and a bullhorn. But there was something where they had to change their look because their twins but like as one person but one is a hijabi, the other is not. So they were like we have to find a middle ground, someone who's easily targeted because they're muslim but also loose (I'm paraphrasing but you see what I'm saying?) Like fuck y'all. Fuck whoever wrote this. Like from head to toe Quantico is like an absolute clusterfuck of everything terrible people do with hijab characters (not to mention the rest of the cast but that would be even longer) but dead last because like maybe some of the others on this list at least tried if they're not terribly misguided but this depiction is like dangerous, it's a reminder why we don't just get all our info from TV and other fictional narratives, we talk to real people and we learn real things because this is absolute bullshit to say the least

#this is why I'm up at 4 am to think about all of this and I can't just rant to myself like does anyone understand me #random

[happyk44]

Modern AU Percicobeth where it's V-shaped connected to Percy and Nico and Annabeth don't really have much of a relationship going on between them, friendship or otherwise, because they don't really overlap. Percy and Annabeth are childhood sweethearts who met at the same boarding school, and Nico started dating Percy after meeting him at the stables his sister practices at.

Annabeth flies into NYC after finishing up her university exams. She's got about a month before her internship starts, but she managed to talk her dad into letting her leave early and is crashing at Percy's place in the meantime. On impulse, halfway through studying for an English class she tried to argue her way out of taking, she chopped off her hair so it's rough and short and she slightly dreads the decision, but the upside is she did manage to hook up with the pretty girl down the hall of her dorm because of it so it's not entirely bad.

Grover drags them both out to a college party, where Percy disappears thirty minutes through to "find some fucking water, why is everyone so obsessed with beer" and Grover, on two cups of spiked punch, starts challenging everyone who comes close to a dance-off. Drunk Grover is a lot more wild than sober Grover but between Juniper and Annabeth, they manage to keep him from doing anything too stupid.

Nico shows up a couple hours in. His hair has grown out longer than Annabeth's seen in pictures before and with the buzz of alcohol and a hit of weed in her system, she doesn't really recognize him, but she thinks he's hot. She also mistakes him for a shy goth lesbian, but that's neither here nor there.

Percy's in the middle of a karaoke battle that he is 100% failing and doesn't notice Nico yet, but Annabeth keeps a focused look on the cute girl staring and smiling at her boyfriend making a fool of himself and thinks blearily that she's gonna land this girl before Percy can. And then maybe they can have a weird threesome in the back of Percy's car later.

They get like five minutes of casual conversation before Annabeth just starts kissing her and she's definitely kissing back and smugly she thinks to herself that maybe they don't need a threesome, maybe Percy can just sit back and watch while she blows this girl's mind. Serves him right for ditching her in search of water, of all things.

Then Percy's solo finishes and Annabeth is getting ready to grab his car keys to carry on the fun when he blurts out, "Oh! Nico! You're here!"

Briefly Annabeth thinks Nico isn't a nickname she's heard for Nicole before, and then suddenly it clicks, and she blinking as she connects random cute goth lesbian to Percy's short twink boyfriend.

Percy swings an arm over Annabeth's shoulder and kisses her cheek. "I was gonna introduce you guys myself, but I guess I didn't need to!"

Nico's brows furrow and Annabeth blearily realizes she never actually introduced herself. She just started talking, and then, very quickly, kissing. She's always been on the buffer side, exercise helps her focus and she hates cardio, and very quickly she's realizing that in the dim lighting and her suddenly short hair Nico thought she was a guy.

It's kinda funny.

Annabeth is definitely bi, but last she heard about Nico is that he was gay with a capital G. But as Percy is rambling something about how they should all get lunch together the next day, Annabeth is wondering just how firm that title is because Nico is still staring at her with the same warmth in his eyes that he had right before she attacked his mouth and, like, fuck it. Sexuality is fluid, right?

They end up fucking a couple hours later in the backseat of Percy's car while Percy is given no choice but to watch (which his cuck ass doesn't mind in the slightest). Annabeth accidentally slips between saying "good boy" and "pretty girl" but judging from Nico's breathy whines, he doesn't entirely mind.

Annabeth certainly doesn't mind when Nico introduces her to his family as his really handsome girlfriend a couple months later. In fact, she kinda likes it. Partly because Percy asks if that makes him Nico's handsome boyfriend ans Nico says no with his entire chest in a way that causes Percy to splutter in a huff. And partly because handsome is descriptor she's never heard for herself before and she really likes the sound of it.

That's their relationship. Handsome girl. Pretty boy. And whatever the fuck Percy is.

#percicobeth #inspired by all those kissed a twink who actually was a lesbian posts #happy talks pjo #just here to be absolutely insane lmao #love the idea of nico and Annabeth both being gay but with exceptiond #tbh i love the idea of lesbian annabeth who's exception is percy #just as much as i love percicobeth where annabeth is Nico's exception

[mrcarmenile]

okay HI

MY THOUGHTS ON THE FINALE!!

HAZBIN HOTEL FINALE SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

holy fucking god do i have words to say

here’s some INCREDIBLY unorganized thoughts:

alastor losing his filter temporarily made my heart DROP dude. also is it just me or did he lose his accent too? like it just kind of sounded like amir to me lmao

angel with his “charlie said to live tonight however we wanted” JUMPSCARED ME and then when he said “so pour me a fresh one” i was like Oh

adam said some real knee slappers this episode i was laughing so hard. “SUCK MY HOLY LIGHT FUCKERS” “chill lute. fuck” “wow i didn’t see this giant fucking shield in front of me YOU DUMB BITCH NO SHIT” are my favorites

the whole “now i’m going to fuck you” gag had me ROLLING (angel’s little 🤨 and valentino’s “well this just got interesting” got me dude)

ALSO LUCIFER FUCKED EVE????? HUH?????

vox screaming at the tv also had me choking from laughter, especially the “NOOO FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!! PUSSY!!!” (that is absolutely me yelling at the tv ur not alone vox 🙏)

the “these fucking angels won’t stop coming” “HA!” scene was weirdly cute and i love it

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT EVERYONE’S OUTFITS???? CHARLIE’S DRESS WAS FUCKING ADORABLE AND VAGGIE’S SUIT THING WAS BADASS AND ANGEL SERVED CUNT WITH THAT LOOK AND DON’T GET ME STARTED WITH CHERRI BOMB so many halloween costumes to choose from man

also lucifer’s hot

alastor and niffty was the cutest thing i love them so much why are they wholesome ☹️☹️ “i dub thee - king roach!!” and the little crown 🥺

LMAO THE SIR PENTIOUS AND CHERRI BOMB KISS WAS EPIC AND COMEDIC AS FUCK (“that was kinda hot..” had me rolling)

the last song nearly had me crying like i SCREECHED when lucifer started singing to the tune of happy day in hell and the fucking vox and val duet???? and velvette filming them dancing??? the vees are terrible fucking people why was that scene wholesome LET ME HATE THEM STOP GIVING VILLAINS DEPTH AND EMOTIONS AND REAL BONDS PLEASEEEE (/nsrs obviously well written villains are peak but I WANNA HATE THEM SO BAD) also alastor’s part gave me fr chills like. “great alastor, altruist, died for his friends” THE WAY AMIR TALAI SANG THAT LIKE HE WAS ON THE VERGE OF SNAPPING. ROUND OF FUCKING APPLAUSE. and the new hotel looks fucking fire i can’t wait to see the interior!!!

the end of the last song nearly brought me to tears it was such a perfect ending note

SPEAAAAKING OF SONGS. HOOLY SHIT. THE MORE THAN ANYTHING REPRISE??? shit made me shed a tear like. AND THE KISS???? finally we get the goddamn lesbians god bless 🙏🙏🙏

also can i just say vox and val making out with tongue at the end for 0.5 seconds SENT ME. i was caught so off guard that i laughed until i choked dude like that shit fr got me

“how’s mercy taste ya little bitch” is officially one of my favorite hazbin quotes cuz the way jeremy jordan said it was fucking hilarious

oh and the battle scenes were fucking crazy i can see where half the budget went lmfao the fight scenes ATE

also wtf lilith was in heaven this whole time? just chilling? idk what to think or say about thing honestly

and if lucifer fucked eve is she in hell too???? is SHE the one who has alastor on a leash?? what is her relation to lilith??? are they working together or are they enemies or is eve pretending to be lilith or do they have nothing to do with each other??? why did lilith leave hell??? why did they let her leave hell??? what did lute mean by “your deal is done”???? i need answers bro

ALSO I WONDER WHERE EVERYTHING’S GONNA GO NOW THAT PENTIOUS PROVED SOULS CAN BE REDEEMED. now that they’ve proved it is the main plot going to be actually redeeming people? or is heaven gonna hide it from them??? can angel dust be redeemed when valentino owns his soul??? does angel dust truly WANT to be redeemed? once they know that you have to die to be redeemed are they gonna be able to take that risk?? now that i think of it wtf will be the main focus of season 2?? we know the vees play a big role so maybe they’ll try to prevent souls from leaving (maybe valentino will make it really hard for angel to leave and that’ll be a big part?) idk i got a lot of questions man

and it seems like they’re setting alastor up to be the main villain at the end. it seems although his mysterious deal isn’t allowing him to unleash his full power, so when he’s free of the deal i can only imagine how feral he could go. (my guess is that he uses the favor charlie promised to help release him from the deal and then charlie regrets it later when he goes crazy)

anyways all in all the finale is crazy good and i will NOT be getting over it any time soon and i am not ready to wait another few years 🥲

#hazbin hotel #hellaverse #hazbin hotel finale #hazbin hotel episode 8 #hazbin hotel season 1 #hazbin hotel season finale #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel the show must go on #the show must go on #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel thoughts #hazbin