#but I hope this helps just establish a little bit of an introduction!

[camilaxmartin]

I love Carmilla too

Carmilla in a secret relationship and shes planning on an official introduction but when she does they already know the person she's with (didn't know they were in a relationship) and know them pretty well so they ease up on the 'you hurt her and your dead' talk. They have a good laugh about Carmilla being nervous

Not sure if I explained it well but hopefully you got the idea but you can take it anywhere you like

sweet little secret

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summary: telling the ‘world’ about your relationship with carmilla:) fem!overlord!reader

warnings: some cursing probably maybe suggestive themes?, straight up fluff tho

note: i made it like a relationship but they haven’t established it? sorry for that but it just happened😭 also i had my fun with the “hurt her and you’re dead” i hope you don’t mind it:) i made rosie and velvette our besties here cause,,, duh (it came out much more sweet than i imagined? help??)

requests: open!!

it was supposedly another one of those mornings when carmilla would wake up first, realise you’ve spent the night at her place and immediately freak out, waking you up and telling you to sneak out of hers, and her daughters home. it was a tradition at this point, happening about three times a week.

yet, this morning carmilla wasn’t the one to wake up first.

your eyes flutter slightly at the light of the sun coming through the window making sure not to let you go back to sleep. you, unwillingly, opened your eyes and groaned not wanting to wake up. just as you’ve come more to your senses you felt something fluffy stroke your face. you moved your head to the side and noticed carmilla peacefully sleeping next to you, small smile on her face, as her hair was the thing touching your face. a smile crawled up onto your face as you kept looking down at her. you moved one of your hands to her face and gently stroked it, pushing any of her hair out of the way. carmilla immediately opened her eyes at the first touch like a trained assassin. she looked a bit scared at first but when her eyes allowed her to finally notice it was you, her expression softened and she yawned sitting up.

“you slept well, cariño?” she asked yawning again, her eyes softly closing along. you chuckled looking at her as you sat up as well.

“yeah, i assume you did too?” you asked with a small smile as carmilla playfully rolled her eyes at you.

“i did” she nodded her head and one of her hands found yours, twirling her fingers with yours.

“i’m surprised you’re still not yelling at me to get out” you laughed, squeezing her hand as you mention the normal morning you two share when you sleep at her place. she rolled her eyes again but less playful this time as she squeezed your hand and kept on her grip.

“i’ve been thinking about it, actually” she said as she kept looking at your face. “maybe… we could stop that kind of mornings?” she asked as she softly looked away, not in a sheepish way but in a more relaxed one. you tilted your head slightly not being prepared for a question like that as your smile widened.

“what do you mean?” you asked wanting to understand her properly. she chuckled at your words and her eyes came back to you.

“i mean-“ she started and moved closer to you, the covers still on top of you both. “we could tell odette and clara about our… thing?” she explained as she got onto your lap, the amount of affection rare from her, as she put her other hand, the one that wasn’t holding yours, onto one of your cheeks cupping it softly as she stared into your eyes excitedly.

“ye- of course. if that’s what you want” you said surprised she actually wanted to do that. you two hadn’t really established anything that was happening between you two before. of course, you liked her and she definitely felt something for you as well but it never seemed that you needed to talk about it. it wasn’t a secrets as well i mean- when you think about it, it kinda was but only when it came to it! carmilla never really spoke with anyone about you and if one of your friends asked if you had something going on you just answered with a simple “yes” not getting into more heavy details. your smile widened even more seeing her excited look.

“it is what i want” she said stroking your cheek with her fingers, the weight of her slowly making itself present as she kept sitting on your lap.

“is there any particular reason for it?” you asked as you cuddled up more into her hand, closing your eyes and waiting for her response. she chuckled at your question and shook her head slightly.

“not really” she said and sighed, something more definitely hiding behind her words. you opened your eyes to look at her and smiled still feeling her hand.

“then we’ll do it” you shrugged and squeezed her hand still linked with yours. she smiled even more at you and got off of your lap, getting off of the bed as well. your eyes followed her as she walked towards her huge wardrobe and opened it looking for something to wear while she was only in her underwear from spending the night with you. your eyes roamed her body uncontrollably as you just laid there with a smile of your own.

“i’ll give you one of my shirts” she said bending over in the wardrobe looking through some of her clothes. you looked away from her with a grin as you closed your eyes laying in her bed.

you didn’t have a bad relationship with odette or clara, it was more of a… professional thing if you could say. they knew you, of course, by being an overlord and buying a lot of stuff from their company and you, of course, knew them as kids of your loved one. but still telling them you’re practically dating their mother and fucking her a few times a week (which they definitely had heard by now) was something that was unconsciously making your anxiety rise up. you let out a deep breath just laying there deep in your thoughts. you heard carmilla shuffling around the clothes and just the sound of her in the room with you, calmed your nerves a bit. you opened your eyes and saw your ‘girlfriend’ walking over to you with an old shirt and shorts in her hands and a huge smile on her face, her eyes glowing more than usually.

“here you go, mi corazón” she said handing you the clothes. you sat up again taking them from her and yawning as she chuckled looking at you lovingly.

“i’m going to make breakfast for the girls and you so come down anytime you want” she said while walking to the door and smiling one last time at you. “can’t wait to see you actually be there with us” she huffed with a laugh and then closed the door behind her, leaving you all alone with your thoughts, giving you some privacy to change. it’s not like she has already seen you naked a hundred times before, no.

as you changed into your picked out outfit and finally got out of bed you walked beside a mirror carmilla had in her room and fixed your hair a little to look more… presentable. it was literally nothing just a breakfast with them but it still made you anxious. you took a deep breath and finally got out of the room closing the door behind you. the whole house was quiet due to its size and the small amount of people living in it. you tried calming your mind a bit as you started humming a tune while walking down the long corridor moving towards the stairs. you jumped a few times in excitement as well, finally going down the stairs and admiring everything you saw while walking. you heard the sound of oil sizzling on the pan and moved towards it to finally find the kitchen.

as you walked in you saw carmilla cooking something and a set up table ready for four people. you smiled seeing that and swiftly moved to walk behind carmilla and wrap your hands around her waist. she chuckled obviously noticing your presence a lot earlier as she moved from left to right preparing the food.

“mi amor, we want to tell them not demonstrate it” she chuckled but made no effort in pushing you off. you smiled putting your head on her shoulder and closing your eyes, smelling the delicious smell of whatever she was making.

“i know but they’re not here yet, are they?” you asked with a chuckle of your own as she rolled her eyes at you. she moved her hand up to take out the plates and added another ingredient to her cooking.

“right” she said finally after a moment of silence as she started stirring that something in her pan.

suddenly the two of you heard a quiet gasp from the entering of the kitchen. you immediately took your hands away from carmilla and awkwardly moved away from her, looking sheepishly at the person who was standing at the door. odette started at the two of you more confused than shocked as she fixed her glasses so they wouldn’t fall off of her face. you waved to her slightly as carmilla suddenly started focusing so hard on her cooking. odette tilted her head looking at you and not waving back as she was definitely studying you.

“really mom?” she asked as she walked over the table and sat down in one of the chairs still looking at you but now also at her mother’s back. carmilla chuckled not answering her and you sighed then walked over to the table as well, choosing a spot across the girl. she moved her eyes to you and then to carmilla almost immediately.

before anything else could happened clara walked into the kitchen with her phone in her hand groaning and not even establishing your presence. she sat next to odette and shoved her phone into her face showing her something.

“how dared he?! they were a perfect fit!” she whined rolling her eyes and taking her phone away from her sister. she looked at something on it as her eyes slowly moved to you and they widened. she put the phone down at the table and smiled at you excitement floating from her face. you smiled at her awkwardly as well, as your eyebrows went a bit up at her excitement. “is this what i think it is?” she asked giving her sister a side eye. odette just nodded slightly and went back to staring at their mother’s back. “finally!” clara squeaked and put both of her elbows on the table, putting her head in her hands, starring at you.

“finally?” you asked surprised, starring at her back as she just chuckled at your question.

she definitely wanted to respond but carmilla walked over to the table with prepared food and put it down exactly at the middle of the table, sitting down in a chair next to you. she let out a deep sigh looking at her two daughters and then glancing for a second at you.

“girls” she started and her hand immediately grabbed yours under the table. you gave it a gentle squeeze, something inside telling you that this was gonna go a lot better than you expected. “as you know y/n…” she continued and cleared her throat, was she getting nervous? “her and i are…” she added and looked away from them just straight up starring at the food she brought there a second ago.

“together?” asked odette looking at carmilla with a stoic expression. satan, this girl was impossible to read.

“sneaking around every wednesday?” clara brought up suddenly and all of you looked at her. “what! it’s true!” she laughed and rolled her eyes playfully as odette shook her head at her.

“we know” odette continued looking at her mother now giving her a small smile. carmilla looked at the both of them a bit surprised but also relieved that, if they actually knew, it didn’t bother them. “but we’re confused on why you didn’t tell us sooner” she added and clara nodded her head at that. you chuckled softly, squeezing carmilla’s hand again.

“i…” carmilla started but closed her mouth not knowing what to say as she just chuckled and shook her head. “i guess i assumed it would be more of a problem” she added and let go of your hand, reaching out to take some food for herself. clara and odette shared a look after which they both started laughing. you reached out to grab the food as well, looking at them.

“it’s not” clara said with a smile and reached out for the food after you. “we actually hoped it’d be y/n and not some random ass demon” she said putting some food for her sister as well.

“i’m glad you like me then” you said with a smile, eating up your food and melting at the taste of it in your mouth. odette smiled and looked at you more relaxed now.

“of course we do” she said and started eating her food also. “we see how happy you make our mom and what’s more there to wish for?” she asked and grabbed the tea pot to pour herself a glass of tea. clara nodded along to her words.

carmilla looked at them with literal love pouring out of her eyes as she ate her food. “i’m so glad, girls” she said and they both smiled seeing her face. clara then chuckled and looked at you playfully again.

“but” said odette and all three of you looked at her, clara knowing exactly what she was going to say next. “don’t hurt her, y/n. i know you probably have no intention of doing so but…” she shrugged and took a sip from her glass. “know it’s gonna be us two after you as well if you hurt her” she finished her sentence and you chuckled nervously, starting to actually wonder what the two of them would do if you managed to somehow hurt carmilla. the silence took over for a moment as all of you concentrated on eating the breakfast.

“so…” clara started and began playing with her fork. odette looked at her with wide eyes.

“clara, don’t-“ odette started as well but it was too late and she couldn’t stop clara’s next words.

“do you like… love her?” she asked looking at you acting like a typical teenager in a movie. odette rolled her eyes and continued eating as carmilla chuckled rolling her eyes and giving you a glance as she awaited for you response as well. clara smirked looking at you intensely.

“yeah” you said after a moment with a deep sigh. “i think i do” you added and took a sip from your glass as the three of them started at you suddenly.

“i told you!” clara squeaked to her sister, hitting her arm a bit. “you owe me twenty bucks!” she added and laughed going back to her food. carmilla raised an eyebrow at them but didn’t say a thing as odette rolled her eyes still eating.

“you two made a bet or something?” you asked, curiosity getting the best of you. odette rolled her eyes again as clara giggled nodding her head.

“you can say that” she continued on giggling as carmilla shook her head knowing it’s better not to go down that road, knowing damn well her daughters were never up for good.

“in any case…” carmilla started and grabbed your hand that was laying on the table now, fully exposed. “i hope you will love her as much as i do” she said and chuckled seeing the excited look on clara’s face as odette just smiled at her words. only after a while you realised she admitted to loving you back.

“maybe not as much” clara laughed and carmilla rolled her eyes playfully, as odette kicked her sister’s leg under the table. “what! i’m just stating the truth! again!”

after a few weeks of you living at the carmine’s house and literally becoming another mom to odette and clara, carmilla decided she wanted to make your relationship fully official. at first she was sceptical to the idea of other overlords knowing about you two but at the same time it made her blood boil that she couldn’t grab your hand whenever she wanted without brining any suspicion to herself. so, she decided to make it official. did she tell you about this? of course not!

today was the day of another one of those boring and long ass meetings with other overlords. nothing special was happening actually, just a monthly catch up on what they’re doing and what they should be doing.

you groaned looking at your calendar and noticing that it is today. you stumbled out of yours and carmilla’s bed, walking over to your shared wardrobe to pick out a fitting outfit for today. carmilla was nowhere to be found as she was probably already in her office or in the meeting room preparing for it all. same goes for her daughters.

you picked a casual yet presentable outfit and decided to go to her office and wait for other overlords there, not wanting to be alone in this huge mansion.

~

as you walked into her office, she smiled at you from her desk and stopped doing whatever she was doing at that moment.

“mi vida, you’re here early” she said standing up from her chair and walking over to you, capturing you in her arms. you hugged her back and nodded your head.

“yeah, i didn’t have much to do so i decided to come here” you smiled as she let you go and went back to her desk signing some papers. you walked over to the chairs before her desk and sat in one of them. she hummed at your words.

“they should be here in not so long any way” she said staring blankly at the papers she was signing like it was her second nature at this point. you sighed and started playing with your fingers not having much to do here either.

~

everyone was there already and they’ve taken they places in the room waiting for the meeting to start. carmilla was fixing her lipstick in a mirror, in her office after sharing a rather passionate kiss with you just a while ago. you sat there smiling dumbly as always after she kissed you. carmilla looked at you and chuckled seeing your state.

“i’m still taking away your breath after all this time?” she asked chuckling as she stopped applying her makeup. you just nodded your head and her smile widened at that.

carmilla sighed as she closed the mirror and walked over to you, grabbing you by the hand and making you stand up. you looked at her a bit confused and this time she laughed.

“let’s go, they’re all here probably” she said dragging you by the hand to the door.

“you’re probably right” you mumbled and let her drag you, preparing for her to drop your hand as you reached the door, but to your surprise, she didn’t.

your eyebrows squinted together as you watched carmilla opening the door to the meeting room while still holding your hand. you wanted to wiggle away from her, but her grasp was too strong for you to do so, so you just watched the whole situation not understanding a single thing happening.

as she finally opened the door and slowly walked into the room, still holding your hand, you felt your face softly blushing noticing all the stares from all of the overlords. carmilla walked up to the middle of the table, her usual standing spot, and cleared her throat getting all of the attention from the rest as if they haven’t already been staring at you two. you stood there as shocked as all the other overlords looking at her confused.

“overlords-” she started and her thumb began slowly stroking your hand as she continued. “-i wanted to share with you all, that me and y/n are together” she said and your jaw literally dropped as you noticed a few giggles from rosie and carmilla’s daughters. “we don’t expect to make a big deal out of this, so with this information let’s just continue our usual meeting” she said and let go of your hand walking over to the chair you were normally sitting in and pulling it out for you. you, still fully confused and surprised, walked over to the chair and sat down, trying to stop your face from blushing. carmilla looked at you and softly chuckled, getting on with the actual reason of that meeting.

~

after about an hour or so, the meeting was over and all the overlords started to leave the room except for rosie and velvette who came up to you immediately.

“you’re together?!” asked excitedly rosie, grabbing both of your hands and squeezing them a whole lot. you laughed at her reaction and nodded your head.

“it seems so” you said and rosie giggled at your response.

“can’t believe you didn’t tell me! i always thought you two belonged together” she said and it was true, even before the relationship with carmilla she was always nudging you about how the two of you are literally made up for each other.

“yeah, well-“ you started but velvette interrupted you with a smirk on her face.

“you’re into milfs huh?” she asked scrolling on her phone and you rolled your eyes at her as rosie let go of your hands and looked at velvette as well with disappointment in her eyes.

“apparently” you laughed and gave velvette a soft nudge at the arm. she chuckled and put her phone into her pocket.

“no but really-“ she started and walked over to you even closer. “how is she in bed? those hands must be amazing due to the size eh?” she asked and you blushed at her question but tired to maintain your normal expression.

“she is- well… i suppose it is something for me and me only to know” you chuckled and velvette rolled her eyes taking out her phone again.

“you’re no fun” she said shaking her head obviously not being satisfied with your answer. you laughed and rosie smiled at you.

“i’m so glad you’re happy” said rosie as she put her hand on your shoulder. you smiled to her putting your own hand onto hers.

“i really am, she makes me happy” rosie giggled at your words and squeezed your shoulder.

~

after a moment all of the overlords actually left the room and it was only you and carmilla left. her daughters got back to their work as well. carmilla walked up to you and wrapped her hands around your waist hugging you softly.

“did i surprise you today, mi cariño?” she asked, whispering into your ear. you smiled at her and turned around in her arms.

“you did” you chuckled wrapping your hands around her neck. she smiled and closed her eyes.

“i decided i want to make them know about us” she said and sighed opening her eyes and looking down at you, giving you a look full of admiration. “that you’re mine and none of them can do anything about it” she chuckled and moved her head closer to yours, touching your nose with hers. you chuckled at that and tightened the grip around her neck just a bit.

“i don’t think they’d even try it. i mean…” you laughed and carmilla rolled her eyes playfully, yet fully agreeing with you.

“i needed to let them know that if anything ever happens to you, they’ll have to deal with me” she said and moved her head so her lips connected with yours not leaving you a chance to answer.

carmilla gripped your waist tighter as she kissed you, closing her eyes, definitely wanting to do that for a while now. you smiled softly into the kiss, closing your eyes as well and letting her fully embrace it. she moved you even closer to her body by your waist and swiftly slipped her tongue inside your mouth, playing with your own, making you moan and grip her neck with your fingers. she groaned softly at the feeling and leaned away, your foreheads now touching. she smiled at you opening her eyes, as you did too, and just sighed looking you deep in the eyes, love literally pouring out of hers.

“i love you like nothing else in this world mi vida, you are my heaven in hell”

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[raginglesbian2006]

I just read your Alastor x an overlord reader and it was literally amazing!!! I was wondering if you could do husk x an overlord reader next?

My first Husk fic! To be honest, I was hesitant to write this one since I ship him with Angel so much but I decided to give it a try anyway!

Hope you enjoy it!!

Husk with an overlord! reader

Ok, so you met him when he was an overlord as well

He, of course, beat you quite spectacularly at a game of cards. It impressed you, to be honest

Slowly, the two of you formed a friendship- him giving you some of the souls he'd win from gambling and you gifting him the finer luxuries of life, with booze, obviously.

Safe to say, both your love languages were gift-giving

So it surprised you when he suddenly stopped talking to you

You tried approaching him quite a lot, but he brushed you off, not looking you in the eye

Soon, you'd start hearing rumors about Husk selling his soul away to none other than....the radio demon

Your hands clutched around nothing. That bastard.

Seeing as he was now bound to the ever-grinning overlord, it wouldn't be until the Hazbin Hotel popped up that you were able to see your dear friend again

When you were made aware of the fact that the radio demon had started sponsoring the hotel, you knew that's where you would find Husk

And right, you were

He looked...dead. As if all the life was sucked from his being- never mind the fact that everyone in hell was in fact, not alive. Your dead heart ached at his miserable state

He hadn't noticed you when you walked into the establishment, greeted by the princess of hell herself. Your eyes stayed fixated on him, trying to get him to notice you without saying a word

Alastor materialized in front of you, his face stuck in a permanent grin

"Why, it is a surprise seeing you here, dear. Don't tell me you want to sponsor this hotel as well?"

Oh, how you wished you could punch this motherfucker. You could, it's just that you didn't want a fight to break out in front of Husk. He would probably scold you after.

"Alastor," you acknowledged him, "Rest assured, this fine establishment is all yours for the keeping. I am here for... other purposes."

Hearing your voice ring through the lobby, Husk stopped cleaning the glasses and looked at you. You were still talking to Alastor, but if looks could kill, the radio demon would've been dead by now.

After Alastor disappeared, the princess of hell excitedly introduced you to everyone, although you didn't need much of an introduction.

You approached Husk soon after and sat down in front of the bar. He didn't meet your eyes

"Husk," you greeted. He mumbled out your name in response.

The silence persisted and your annoyance grew.

"How have you been?" you asked.

"Just peachy," he replied, dryly.

"You know if I didn't care for you that much I would probably have already hung you upside down and tortured you till you spoke to me properly."

At this, Husk chuckled a little and finally met your eyes.

"It's nice to see you too"

Sensing your worry, he continued, "You don't need to worry about me. As you see, I'm doin' just fine."

"You say that as if you haven't sold your soul to the radio demon," your voice rose a bit.

Husk grumbled a little under his breath, "You don't know anything."

"Then tell me," you emphasized, "If you were that downtrodden on your luck, you could've just told me. I would've helped you out! You know I would've.

"Can we not do this right now?" Husk gritted his teeth, his angry eyes staring you down.

You huffed and relented, "As long as you promise, you're gonna talk about this with me, later." He agreed.

When no one was around, he told you about how he struck a deal with Alastor as a last resort, after having lost souls through gambling game after game. His reasoning for not talking to you about his struggles was that he didn't want to see him like that. Like he was struggling to stay afloat.

You didn't say anything. The only thing in your head was how you could help him get out of his situation now.

The rest of your day together was spent relishing in good memories, bonding over drinks, and ended with him beating you in a game of cards, again.

Before he retired for the night, you called out to him, "You know I would do anything to help you, you just need to ask."

Husk chuckled, "I know. I know. But I'm fine as long as I get to see you again."

From the corner of your eye, you saw a shadow. You turned around to see who it was, finding an empty corridor instead. You shrugged it off.

After helping Husk settle into his room and rest for the night, you disappeared with a click of your fingers.

A shadowy figure approached the radio demon. It slithered up to him and whispered to him whatever it saw and heard.

"Interesting..." Alastor's eyes lit up and his grin grew menacingly, "Interesting, indeed."

A/N: This turned out to be a whole ass fic lmao.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #husk x reader #husk x overlord!reader

[vase-of-lilies]

Three Hearts Beat as One

❀ WandaNat x Little!Reader (f)

❀ MD/LG dynamics, soft smut, fingering, established relationship with an introduction to MD/LG, body worshiping/just worshiping lol, lots of fluff, soft bondage (just a little bit of physical holding in an exposing position), there is an explanation of skin but nothing specific in race or ethnicity, insecurities, poly!relationship, WOMEN, use of a vibrator, squirting, overstimulation, sucking on a paci, use of sensitivity cream, (if there is anything else please let me know!!)

❀ Request: Maybe it could be out first time with them while little and they’re so nice and just worshiping reader? Have fun with it and feel free to change anything you want! (With fluff and Smut)(You got it!)

❀ A/N: Requested by @boredandneedfanfics :) Thank you for the request! I hope this turned out ok!!:)

You were the third piece to the puzzle of Wanda and Natasha Romanoff. In the midst of chaos and turmoil, you, Wanda, and Natasha found security in each other's presence. The relationship blossomed unexpectedly like untouched land suddenly blooming with flowers. With Wanda's warm personality, Natasha's need to protect, and your vulnerability and honesty, the three of you were united in a trinity of love and adoration for each other. 

It wasn’t odd that the pair of Avengers were looking for a third person for their relationship. They had dated other people as well but became infatuated with you. You said you would try anything at least once, and a three-way relationship was something you had never tried. Now that you have, you have never felt more loved and adored. You, Wanda, and Natasha were made for each other. The past behind each of the characters the three of you possessed may have been different, but being together made you realize that you needed them. 

It had been a couple of weeks since you defined what the relationship was, whether that be just a fling or a for-sure thing. You were so happy that they had chosen you to be their girlfriend, and when you were intimate with them it got even better. Not that sex is everything, but the way they make you feel during sex is definitely a plus. (Sorry that was self-indulgent)

It had become known to Wanda and Nat that you loved to be held by them. Not only during movie night when you lay in the middle of both of them, your head in Wanda's lap and your legs draped over Natasha's lap. But also, when your legs were being held wide open by Natasha's strong hands while Wanda devoured your pussy with her tongue, pulling you through orgasm after orgasm until you couldn’t take it anymore. In a way, you felt secure and safe even if you were constricted. 

When you felt insecure, they would be all over you telling you how beautiful and loved you are. Or how each little line, curve, blemish, or freckle on your body was just perfect. How your skin shone in the sun and glowed in the moonlight. On hard days when you felt like a shell of yourself, they were there to hold you until you felt better or read to you when you felt tired or needed a break. 

One thing the three of you loved to do was bathe together. Whether that be showering together in the morning before you all went to work, or at night when Wanda sat out on the floor while Natasha held you in the warm water filled in the clawfoot bathtub. While Natasha washed your body, Wanda's hands worked wonders in your [enter hair length and color] hair, suds filling the tub as they helped you rinse off the soap. 

While getting to know you throughout this whole relationship was such a joy, and they could not wait to propose to you when they got the chance. They felt confident and felt they knew you like the back of their hands, better than yourself. But you knew just a little bit more than them. You had planned never to tell your lovers what lies beneath the inner layer of your mind; a second personality that made its way into your head before you joined the pair.

You would become a smaller version of yourself, becoming more. Your parents were never there for you when you were younger, so having the control to become little again felt like a good option. You kept stuffed animals at the top of your closet, coloring books in a drawer by your bed, and a small chest of clothes that you feel comfortable yet young in again. Your favorite? The onesie that makes you look like you a teddy bear!

You vowed to never show the two most important women in your life this side of you in fear that they would abandon you. Some days you you felt like it would be the perfect time to tell them, but other days they would joke with Bucky and Steve about things they do with Peter who has already come out to them as a little. There was not anyone who knew about this mindset you had, and you feared that you would have to keep it like that. 

One morning as the three of you were lying in bed, you smiled as Natasha threw one of her arms over your waist as you lay against Wanda's chest. No one had to work today, and you felt today may be a perfect time to tell them. 

“Wanda? Natasha?” You whisper, wanting to slowly wake them up and not startle them. You felt a little bit of movement behind you from Nat, and you smiled as you felt her lips press small kisses along the nape of your neck. 

“Good morning, ангел (angel), how did you sleep?” Natasha asks in a small whisper, gently tickling your arm as you roll over, careful not to wake Wanda up as you do so. You shrug at Nat's question, starting to feel your little self take over. But you push her back, keeping your big mindset still. 

“I always sleep so well with you two holding me.” You quickly cover up your shyness, and smile up at her. She kisses your head and tears begin to prick at your eyes. The small gestures pulling the little girl in your head closer and closer to the surface. 

Without wanting to wait any longer, you sigh and say quickly, “I'm a little,” You cover your face, not wanting to be confronted yet. Tears spilled from your eyes and into your hands, and Natasha gently shook Wanda awake. You realize what you said and you quickly shake your head. “I'm sorry, I- I don’t mean to push anything, I just got nervous, and I just c-cant hide this from you anymore. I understand if you want to break up, or- or if you want to leave me and never come back.” 

Wanda sits up during your little rant, and she immediately pulls you into her arms. She looks to Natasha and mouths water and she nods, getting up from the bed to get you a well-needed drink. As she returns, she gently turns you around and puts the glass of water to your lips. Gratefully you take a sip and let out a soft breath. 

“Can we talk about this, ангел?” Nat asks, rubbing your back softly. You nod and sniffle as more tears begin to fall. 

“You aren’t mad, a-are you?” You ask, Wanda, shaking her head while looking at Nat. 

“No, bábätko (Slovak for Baby)  of course we are not mad. Just a little unsuspecting of such a statement. We will never leave you, baby, I promise. What made you think of something like that?” Wanda answers, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. 

You sigh softly and look at the two of them. “I- I just didn’t know if you would want t-to, to- I don’t know… I just don’t want to be abandoned, especially by you two. Y-you mean the world to me and I don’t want to ruin that for some stupid feeling I have about myself.” You look down at your lap, fiddling with the strings of your pajama bottoms. 

Wanda kisses your forehead and holds you to her chest. “Angel, how about you tell us about it? Why don’t we learn about it and help you?” She looks up at Nat and she happily agrees. “We can learn how to do this with you.” 

Looking up at them again, you feel a wave of relief washes over you. “R-really? Do you want to do that with me? I- I don’t- I don’t want it to be weird…” You whisper, knowing that Natasha can’t have kids. As you roll the string around your thumb, it unravels and the two women take both of your hands. 

“We would love nothing more, baby girl. We want to be here for you in every aspect of your life.” Natasha smiles down at you, careful of her words as she observes your reactions. Wanda agrees and gives your hand a squeeze. 

You smile up at them and nod softly. “O-ok, thank you… I love you both so much!” You exclaim, and you begin telling them everything about your little space. From your favorite Disney movies to the things you color, the clothes you wear, to each name you have given your stuffed animals. They were thrilled when you asked them to be your Mommies. 

Mommy Wanda and Mama Nat. Those were titles they could get used to. It made them smile when you said their mommy titles, to get their attention or to just say hi. You say them just to say them sometimes because it makes the two women so happy and makes them smile. 

You explained that you and Peter were a lot alike, liking the same colors and coloring pages and other things. Once Wanda and Natasha told Steve and Bucky about you, they told Peter that he has another friend in the compound. He was ecstatic to say the least! And so were you. 

What happened more often than not was ‘tingling in my princess parts’. That's what you called them at least. But your mommies knew exactly what to do. When these little episodes occurred, they helped you through it and made you feel so good, inside and out. Never in their life had they thought they would be something like this to you, but it made them feel so important. 

On one occasion, you were watching a movie with Peter and you sat back against a pillow, making your princess parts slightly tingle. You whimper and pick up your stuffed bear named Bubbles and went to find one of your mommies. You found them talking in the kitchen, and you kneeled down and tugged on Nat's long sleeve shirt. She looked down at you with a smile, “What’s going on, baby? Is everything ok?” 

You whimper and hide your face in her thigh, holding your bear over your nether regions trying to hint to them that you were tingly. Wanda took notice and kneeled down with you. “Oh, is our little angel feeling a little tingly down there?” She asks in a high voice, cupping your cheek as you nod desperately. “Let's go take care of you.”

She gently picks you up, and you nuzzle your face into her cheek. As you reach the bedroom, Nat walks around getting everything they need to take care of you. She grabs your paci, some towels, a small vibrator, and your blanket. Wanda lays you down on the bed, setting a pillow up behind your head, and smiles down at you. She gently kisses your lips, and then to your nose, smiling as you giggle softly. 

“Alright baby, let's take care of you,” Nat says as she kneels next to you, gently unzipping your onesie. As your skin becomes more exposed, you get a little shy and hide your face behind your stuffy. The women above you chuckle and Wanda pulls the stuffy down from your face. 

“There’s our girl!” She says, smiling brightly as you giggle and kick your legs lightly. As Wanda distracts you up top, Natasha is pulling your onesies pants off of your legs, and gently removing your panties. 

“Oh baby, you’re so wet down here, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Nat coos, gently caressing your folds that quiver and wait in anticipation for any type of friction. With a whimper, you listen to Nat and shrug. 

“Was watchin’ movie wif Peet,” You say softly, and sniffle as a pulsing need for touch aches within your core. 

Your two mommies look at each other, and sigh. “You’ve gotta tell us baby, or we can’t help you. Good job telling us when you did, or we would have had a little problem.” She says, gently sliding her fingers into your quivering hole. You let out a small whimper as she enters your pussy, and you squeeze your bear tightly. 

“Oh? You made such a mess down here, love. What are we going to do?” Wanda frowns softly, placing her hand on your belly to keep you still for Natasha, her thumb rubbing gently against your skin. “Looks like we have to make up for the time you didn’t tell us, love. How long did you wait?” 

You think about it for a second and you hold up two fingers. “Two movies, mommy… a-and a coloring page wif Peet…” You say, feeling like you did something wrong. 

“That's ok baby, we are gonna get rid of these tingles, but we gotta give you two cummies to make sure we’ve got allllll the tingles. Ok, angel?” Wanda says, making you whimper. Two cummies? M’gonna be so sensitive… you think to yourself. You nod in response to your Mommy, hugging your stuffy impossibly tighter. 

Natasha kneels between your legs, spreading them so she has enough room to work. “Are you ready baby? We’re gonna take such good care of you.” She smiles, her fingers tickling soft circles on your inner thighs. She spreads your folds and presses her finger to your little button, making you jolt in reaction to her. “Oh, someone's sensitive today, aren’t we? Is that cream helping you, baby?” You nod, remembering the sensitivity cream they put on your clit every morning when they help you get dressed. 

Wanda smiles and reaches for the vibrator, turning it on to a higher setting. “Alright, angel. Let's get started.” She says and as Nat holds your pussy open to both of them, Wanda presses the vibrator to your clit lightly. Humming at your reaction, she presses her hand down on your belly to keep you still. “Hold still baby, we don’t want to ruin anything, ok?” She says, rubbing the vibrating bulb in circles around your puffy clit. 

“M-mommy…” You whimper, closing your eyes as the vibrations take over your sensations. Everything feels so, so good, and your mommies take notice. Wanda pushes the vibrator straight on the head of your clit, and Natasha pushes her fingers in and out of you in a steady rhythm. 

Already you can feel your orgasm start to form, and Natasha can tell just by the way your cunt squeezes around her fingers. “Mmmm, does that feel good baby? Does Mama’s fingers feel so good inside of you?” All you can do is nod and bite down on the paci that Wanda puts to your lips. You nod over and over again, a small squeak leaving your mouth as you cum. Your walls pulse around Nat's fingers and you whine as Wanda does not move the vibrator from your oh-so-sensitive clit. 

“Remember baby? You didn’t tell us when you were feeling tingly, so we have to give you two cummies. Be good for us, ok?” Wanda says, turning up the vibrator to its max setting. Natasha adds one more finger, making it three full fingers inside of you, making you arch your back and your legs shake. 

Wanda holds you in place so they can make you cum one more time before you lay down for your nap. They smile as you squeeze Bubbles, the bear looking as if the fluff is going to pop out of its seams. The two women above you continue to play with your cunt, and you can’t contain the tears of pleasurable pain as your sensitive clit is played with. 

Natasha pumps her fingers in and out of your wet hole, smiling as your walls start to pulse again letting her know of your second orgasm. With the help of her fingers, your second orgasm comes within seconds, and your legs shake around Natasha's body. Your juices flow from your body and onto the towels placed beneath you. You pant in exhaustion, sighing as you calm down from your orgasm. 

Wanda pulls the vibrator away from your clit, and smiles as she turns it off. “You did so good baby girl, so good for your mommies.” She says, giving your forehead a small kiss. Natasha pulls her fingers from you and begins wiping you clean of the mess you made. You hum in content as the pair helps you get dressed again, helping you crawl under the blankets. Natasha lays down with you as Wanda finishes cleaning up. You suck on your paci as Nat tickles your back with a smile.

As Wanda comes to lay down next to you both, you grab her hand and pull her to you with sleepy excitement. As you lay on her chest, she kisses your forehead along with Nat's lips and sighs. “You did so well for us today, little angel. Such a good girl.” She says, smiling at your soft breaths. 

You were their best girl, and when you finally felt comfortable in your own skin, the three of your hearts could beat as one at last. 

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[skygemspeaks]

I finally got to sit down and finish episode one, and i've got some thoughts!!

I think that introducing garp as a big player right from the get go is a really great idea. His presence at the execution made sense, and his dynamic with roger did well to help establish both of their characterisations

Roger's actor did a phenomenal job with the eerie laugh and his complete irreverance in the face of his own death. I love how he delivered the wealth fame power speech!

It was a bit surprising to me that they showed roger actually getting killed, but honestly i'm in total approval of this direction they're taking with the live action. I really like the more brutal approach, especially because oda's refusal to kill anyone outside of flashbacks pre-marineford is one of the biggest complaints i tend to hear from people. Seeing zoro dragging around the top half mr 7's corpse was so jarring, but it was a good choice

Ilia's perfrmance as alvida was absolutely amazing. I like that they changed her catchphrase from the most beautiful woman on the seas to the most powerful

Overall, i really like the different transitions between plot points, and how this episode set things up in future arcs. All the different things that go on in shells town feel so much more better interconnected than they did in the manga. I'll go into this more in another post, but like one example of what i'm talking about is how the reason zoro allowed himself to be tied to the post was because morgan threatened that if he didn't agree to it, he wouldn't be able to collect any more bounties from any marine bases. It also gives zoro mire of a reason to join luffy - he knows that at this point there's no eay he can continue being a bounty hunter now that morgan has it out for him. So how else is he going to meet other strong swordsmen? By joining a pirate crew of course.

The shanks flashback was awesome! His dynamic with luffy was really endearing, and again i do like that they didn't have higuma attack shanks. That's one thing that never really made sense to me in the manga - i get thst yoy don't have to solve everything with violence, but there's no reason for shanks not to have fought back against someone who was attacking him, even if he did know they couldn't possibly hurt him

Also on shanks' flashback - the scene where he found out luffy had eaten the devil fruit was AMAZING. What a fantastic idea to have little luffy framed in sunlight! And the utter heartbreak on shanks' face as he realizes that there's no way luffy will ever be able to have a normal life now...

Of course, we gotta mention the snippet of Binks' Sake we heard in the scene where shanks is stitching up luffy's cut. I recognized it instantly and it made me really emotional. Love all these little easter eggs they have for long time fans of the series. In addition to this there was alsp the cavendish, foxy, and bellamy wanted posters which we knew about from the trailer

Speaking of wanted posters - what a COOL way to introduce the other pirates!

Morgan going on his monologue about capturing kuro is SO funny know what's gonna happen on a few episodes. Oda played it a lot more subtle in the manga but i like that they came right out and said it here.

And while we're talking about foreshadowing, it was a fantastic idea to include the mr 7 fight in this season! I really hope we get a season 2, just sp we can get the payoff for this great setup.

I'm a little sad that we didn't get to see the luffy and koby hug that was shown in the behind the scenes video (i think that was the one?). I really hope that wasn't cut because i loved that little scene. Maybe it'll happen later in the season?

Buggy's introduction at the end of the episode was SO good. I loved his whole vibe, with him lounging so confidently in his chair, his creepy laugh, everything. I'm excited to see the next episode! They better not have cut chouchou out 😭

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[hyperfixatedfandomer]

Okay, I can't stop thinking about Richter getting a little bit older. He's in his early teens, like 13-14 and gets a puppy crush on someone. And he just like, absolutely cannot figure out how to navigate that.

So either,

1. He indirectly asks Olrox for advice. In that roundabout way because he is shy about that one thing. And will not admit he needs help.

2. Olrox notices himself

How Olrox goes about this I leave it up to you.

I'm obsessed with this AU.

(Young Richter gets captured by Olrox as revenge: a bittersweet found family AU introduction post)

Ok before everything let’s establish how Richter would have looked when reaching an older age in Olrox’s captivity care:

(Art by me obv)

As you can see, our peepaw’s influence is all over the place. He turned a rugged kid who likes running in the mud into a fine little gentleman (that still likes running in the mud, but Olrox holds out hope that he grows out of it), so normally Richie wouldn’t feel insecure about his looks, until he met her that is.

It was a girl his age, working part-time at her father’s bakery in the settlement near which he and his kidnapper father lived in their estate. They quickly grew fond of each other and proceeded to hang out almost every day, which alarmed Olrox at first, but seeing his son being happy out-weighted the anxiety and he let it go. Of course he did have certain suspicions, especially when Richter began spending a little too much time twirling in the mirror and fixing his hair, but still gave the kid benefit of the doubt. Until today.

“Um, papá…”

Olrox looked up from his paperwork. “Yes, Richter?”

“How do I look?”

The man almost did a double take. Alright, that was new.

“Perfect as always, my son.”

That seemed to give Richie some confidence, but not enough.

“Are…are you sure?”

“I haven’t gone blind just yet. I’d say I am.” He smiled.

“Okay, good, that’s…good. Anyway, I’m going to Elyna’s place, don’t expect me til’ dinner!” He turned on his heel.

Olrox smirked. “Can’t live without your little friend, huh~?”

Richter whipped his head. “I-we’re not a thing!”

“Didn’t say you were.”

Silence.

“Are you sick by any chance? Your face is burning.”

“You just love getting your nose into my business don’t you.” Belmont hissed.

“My child, you made it excruciatingly obvious what the business was. It’s not my fault you can’t hide your feelings to save your life. I won’t be surprised if Élyna already knows all about your crush.”

“What!?” Richter stared, wide-eyed.

“Although I’d say you’re safe, judging by the dreamy looks she keeps giving you.” Olrox propped his chin on his hand, paperwork completely forgotten.

“…wait, really?”

“Have you not noticed?”

“No!?”

“Or the way she keeps carving out more and more time for you?”

The boy’s jaw dropped to the floor as the puzzle assembled in his head and Olrox couldn’t help but laugh at it.

“Oh my sweet boy…” He sighed. “You know what? Take the horse. Ladies love animals.”

“Wait, really? I can take Carter??”

“If you’re planning on winning her heart, might as well court her properly. In addition, witnessing that you keep a steed will put you in favour with her father. He’ll be more lenient if he sees that her daughter’s suitor has a wealthy family.”

“Oh my—we’re not gonna get married!”

“Give it a week and you’ll see how quickly you change your mind.” Olrox smirked. It’s just how childish crushes went, after all.

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[xxsycamore]

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐓𝐨𝐨

↬   🧡 Jin has been acting strange today. Before you can make a connection between all the strange things happening all day, he's got you head over heels for him once again.

Jin Grandet x f!Reader • rating: G • tags: Fluff; Established Relationship; Married Characters; Aged-Up Character(s)• wordcount: 1,111 • masterlist

For Cozytober 2023 by @randonauticrap . Prompt - No. 14: Lord Huron - The Night We Met Lyrics - "I had all and then most of you/Some and now none of you/Take me back to the night we met"

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MADAME L!!! Here too, I want to wish you a very happy birthday, may your day be filled with all things you love, and I'll help a little bit by offering you this humble gift... I hope you enjoy, our dear resident Jin lover 🥺❤❤❤

Jin has been acting strange today.

It was around noon when you began looking around for him, remembering the plans you two made for your day off. It's strange that he hasn't monopolized your time since the very second you opened your eyes in the morning... which made you all the more determined to be the first to find him and not the other way around.

Strangely, everyone you ask gives a different reply as to where they saw him last. Leon for one sounded very confident about seeing him in the training grounds - while Yves was sure he had stopped by the kitchen just a couple of minutes ago.

You stand helpless in front of the palace gardens, autumn leaves dancing in the air with a gust of wind, as if to highlight the lack of any presence in the vast open space stretching out ahead of you. You sigh, noting the position of the sun and how it's been following you in your quest to find your lover, rolling across the sky faster now that the days are getting shorter.

You reach the sitting area and a gasp comes out of your mouth as if you refuse to believe your eyes. There, on the pink settee, that's definitely Jin just casually lounging around...

"Did you get lost in the palace?"

Lost? In the place you've been living for so long now?

"You look as if you just saw a ghost. Come here... this was our meeting spot for today, did you forget?"

Oh.

"Maybe I did? I don't know. I'm a bit distracted these days."

Jin smiles sweetly at you, standing relaxed as you take a seat next to him. As soon as you're close enough, however, his demeanor changes as he almost pounces on you, stealing your breath as he plants a passionate kiss on your lips.

You guess he missed you?

What you expected to end as soon as it began becomes deeper and fiercer, and even though you chuckle and pull away to ask him what's with him today, he doesn't let go. He just keeps on kissing you.

"I think I could spend my life with a girl like you."

Face burning red, you decide not to pay too much mind to the oddness of it and to enjoy his showcase of love instead.

It's evening when you get summoned to Leon's faction room. The fourth prince soothes your worries but still insists all of you wait for Jin before starting.

At last, Jin shows up. Takes out a lollipop. Banters with Yves. Tousless Yves' hair. Attempts to tickle Yves.

"Do we really have to do this part as well?!"

Huh?

Leon is quick to steal your attention with a well-timed cough before he addresses, at long last, the reason you're all gathered here. Apparently, it's something about an upcoming gathering with officials from abroad and it has to do with making a good first impression when it comes to introductions. You suggest Chevalier's faction should be the one working harder at these, but Leon only gives you an understanding look before asking Jin to introduce himself first.

"Jin Grandet. 34 years old, still in the prime of my youth. I'd say my best feature is those charming eyes of mine."

Before everyone can roll their eyes, and despite the fact that you feel the urge to do so yourself, you chime in: "Well, he's right."

Jin winks at you and continues.

"My hobbies are my wife, my wife, and my wife."

"You're the worst."

"You never shut up about your wife."

Noting the mood of the other princes based on these comments, Leon uncrosses his arms and calls it a night. Just like that. You thought he was way more tolerant and used to Jin's antics by now... and you also thought you'd be stuck here for much longer. But in the next second, you find yourself in the room alone with Jin who looks as if he has no intentions of getting up from the couch anytime soon.

He shifts the lollipop from one side of his mouth to the other with his tongue, the hard piece of candy clinking softly against the back of his front teeth.

"Sooo?" You ask, approaching him. "Are you going to tell me what all of this is about, already?"

"Why don't you take a seat?"

You spend a whole two seconds considering his offer before you sit down close enough to him that your knees are touching. The question still present in your eyes, you hold his gaze demandingly.

"I was thinking about you a lot lately."

"Jin, you always think about me-"

"And about the night we met. Well, the night I introduced myself to you."

All the pieces fall right into their places. That day, two years ago... you got lost in the palace, wandering off until you accidentally witnessed Jin kissing a woman in the garden, and...

When your mind goes to that place, your new, fresh memory of Jin kissing you breathless right there just earlier today domineers over the initial one.

And then when night fell, you now remember, you were right here in this very room, and...everything was just as it happened just now.

"You...recreated that day? But why?"

"Because I hate myself for giving you a bad first impression like that. I was such a fool. I had no idea how special you're going to become to me and... I don't want you to look back at those memories and remember me by all those awful things. And I wish I could rewrite much more than that first day. But unfortunately, I can't."

You take hold of Jin's face, suppressing the urge to seal his lips with your own so he doesn't say another word. Emotion rushes through you, and you lay your forehead against his shoulder instead.

"Jin, I could never trade our first memories together for anything. You know why? Because they're the proof of the long path we walked towards here."

Jin is at a loss for words, evident by the way he freezes and only after a few silent moments does he shift a little so he can stroke your back. When that ceases being enough to communicate how touched he is, he gently guides you to look him in the eye again.

"I love you more than anything. I love you so damn much."

You chuckle, rubbing your thumb across his chin as you get closer.

"Do you remember your next line?"

"No, I don't."

"If you keep staring at me like that, you're gonna make me think the feeling is mutual."

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[donkey-hyuck]

¡MASTERLIST!

WORD COUNT -

GENRE - angst haha | fluff | established relationship!au | CEO!au | slowburn?

CHARACTERS/PAIRING - CEO!jaehyun x orphanage caregiver!fem!reader | nct/wayv

INTRODUCTION - getting into a relationship when you were at the lowest point of your life dragged you down to the bottom. but it dragged the ones you loved as well.

WARNINGS - adoption/being an orphan | profanity (like a lot) | insecurities (major imposter syndrome) | being poor/poverty | panic attacks/anxiety/depression | alcohol consumption | 

Warm Hearts Orphanage held a prolonged special place in your heart. You’d been going to the orphanage as far back as you could remember. The orphanage held children from infants to teens. And everyone there was like family. Even though your little family didn’t have much, it always warmed your hearts to give back to children who were less fortunate than you were. And though you grew up poverty stricken, these children suffered more than you did and all you wanted was to help them. 

Jeong Peach Corporation. A fragrance and personal hygiene corporation company whose audience consists of he’s, she’s, and they’s. The brand as a whole has this certain aesthetic that is appealing to those people. But Mr. Jeong Jaehyun himself also had a certain aesthetic that definitely matched the brand name he built from the ground up. His striking looks and simply the way he carries himself has men and women falling on their knees for him. But it was a little too late for them to capture his heart the way you did.

—

“Let me go! Let me at her!”

The girl was shocked to still see her boss shielding her from you. And she felt embarrassed to let him hear the rude words come out of her mouth. Karma’s a bitch.

“I’m sorry, Bong Cha. Please, go home. And don’t discuss this to anyone. I’m just trying to help her,” he explained to his secretary. Ah, so she was his secretary. That makes a lot of fucking sense.

Quietly, she speed-walked to her car leaving the two of you alone again.

“Why didn’t you let me at her? She was being a rude asshole.”

“Y/n. She’s my secretary. And she’s always been like that. But don’t worry about her, okay. Please just let me help you,” he begged. It was too late for him to just leave you on the road.

You sighed, the dizziness was now getting to you.

“Fine. I need to get to my car, though,” you pushed him off of you.

“I don’t think you’re capable of driving right now,” he retorted.

“Then what the hell am I supposed to do?”

And that was how you ended up sitting in the passenger seat of Jaehyun’s luxury car. That was also how you first met Jeong Jaehyun.

So much for first impressions.

—

“Why don’t you eat, love?” This was the third time he cut you off and the second time he referred to you as an endearing person. He acted as if he knew you for his entire life.

“I’m uh- it- it’s okay. I’m not really that hungry so,” you trailed off, looking down at your hands while you played with your fingers. Just then, he shoved his chopsticks in your face. A piece of egg sat on it. He motioned for you to eat.

You quickly turned your head and shook it, pushing his hand back, “No!” You cleared your throat, “it’s really alright, Mr. Jeong.” You really don’t know why you called him that but it just came out. It was probably the nervousness.

“Jaehyun.”

“Jaehyun… It’s really okay. I mean this is also the least I could do- uhm- especially after last night. Also, my house is a bit of a mess, I'm sorry about that.”

Jaehyun noticed the neighborhood and apartment complex you lived in. Of course, Jaehyun was a nice person so he wasn’t going to comment on it but it was obvious he noticed the living situation you were in. But none of it mattered to him. He just wanted to make sure you got home safely.

“Don’t apologize about that, Y/n. Now eat.”

“I have more eggs in the fridge. I can make my own, don’t worry about it,” you felt your face flush with heat.

—

“I hope to see you again, Y/n.” Yeah right.

You pivot your heels back to the direction of Jaehyun. The embarrassment of last night and this morning still lingered in your body. There was no way you would see him again. You were from two completely different worlds. And there was no way you were coming back to this seven-eleven.

“I hope so too,” you said bitterly before rushing to your car.

“Y/n!” He said before you could finish shutting your door. You groaned to yourself, stepping back out of your car and facing him again. You wanted to save yourself from the self-bashing already.

“Would you like to… maybe… grab something to eat later?” But damn, he was too nice to turn down. You wanted to say yes so badly, but another part of you wanted to decline. You just didn’t belong in his world.

—

You always wondered why Jaehyun stayed. It always turned into panic attacks and crying fits, but you couldn’t help it. He was a part of a completely different social status and you stood out like a sore thumb when you were next to him. It wasn’t like you were ashamed to be his girlfriend; you just thought he was ashamed to have you as his girlfriend. 

“Why are you crying, love?” He still held the same, sweet, smile.

“…. I love you.”

RELEASE DATE: SEPT. 1ST, 2023 - 10 P.M. EST

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[writingquestionsanswered]

Hello!

I was wondering if you have any advice on describing a character(s) body type?

i'm working on character introductions at the moment and i'm having a hard time describing how each of them are built

Describing Body Type

It's best not to describe your character's whole body/physical appearance when you introduce them. For one thing, it can turn into a little bit of an info dump that slows the pace. And also, you're dumping a lot of details on the reader at once that they probably won't remember later.

Instead, pick a few standout attributes--ones that matter in the story or that are most prominent--then work the others into the narrative at relevant points. For example, you might want to get across that a character is tall, stocky, has black hair, green eyes, and well developed arm muscles. Rather than dumping that all on your reader when the character is introduced, maybe you just describe them as being a tall, stocky person with black hair. Later, you might illustrate their well developed arm muscles by having them lift a heavy box to help another character, then having the character comment on their nice biceps. And at some other point, you might have them choose to wear a sweater that brings out their green eyes.

By breaking the details up like this, not only do you avoid info dumps, but you also give the reader time to absorb the details that describe your character.

Some other tips:

DO: provide just enough detail to give the reader a sense of the character’s appearance. DON’T: go overboard with too many details or take up a lot of the reader’s time describing what a character looks like.

DO: focus on a few important traits and anything that serves as clues to who or what the character is and what their life is like.

DON’T: make a big deal out of traits that aren’t important to the story… like don’t mention that the character has freckles in every description. A few mentions throughout the story is more than adequate.

DO: establish a general sense of the character’s physique and appearance and remind reader of those characteristics occasionally.

DON’T: fixate on the character’s physical attributes in every description. Your reader can only tolerate so many descriptions of luscious buns and bulging muscles…

DO: choose a few traits of minor characters to give them dimension.

DON’T: go into too much detail about characters who aren’t that important.

I hope that helps!

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[familyabolisher]

Would you be willing to share anything about your writing process for the essays you write? I really enjoy your work so I was just wondering!

Hope ur having a good one :)

i don't know that i can be all that helpful here because my writing process is very much just like, "just write it innit" lol! i usually start with a broad sense of what i want to write about and narrow it down until i can get from a constellate set of concepts to a coherent argument that i can outline in my introduction and then explain and supplement throughout the piece. so for example, i'm writing on tennessee williams at the minute (and i'm v much still in the planning stage)---i went in knowing that i wanted to write on williams and that the parts of his work which interest me often have to do with how he writes about sex, sexuality, desire, and death. from doing a bit of reading i then narrowed that down into the outline of an argument about his use of contained spaces as mediators of contained (and therefore controllable) desire in streetcar, cat on a hot tin roof, the glass menagerie, and suddenly last summer. (this is all v provisional, i started planning this thing two days ago, i suspect it will look v different by the end.) so i now have a thesis statement and a handful of key points where i can substantiate and explore my claim better.

planning for me generally just consists of establishing the arguments i want to make and the best order in which to make them---salolita turned into a 25k four-essay monster but it was planned out as just one piece of writing, and the order i chose to make my arguments in (relationship the texts' discourse holds to hegemony -> containment and entrapment within the terms set by hegemony -> how that containment and entrapment creates the aesthetic subject -> how the aesthetic subject is contravened and why) was supposed to be the most coherent formulation, allowing me to segue into a new argument after having laid the groundwork in the preceding section. (i suck at this btw, i constantly find myself having to go 'i will return to X in greater detail later,' but it's a good habit to try and be better at than i am.) so i usually just bullet point out each section of the essay and sub-bullet point my arguments + the specific points in the text(s) that i'll want to reference.

honestly after that i kind of just write it lol! if there's reading that needs to be done then i do the reading and adjust my plan accordingly, but i personally find that my arguments only really start to come together and make sense once i write them out in full. i almost never write in order---i pick the part i want to write in the moment and i write it, and i leave linking everything up and stitching it together and whatnot for the proofread/edit stage. if i can't think how to finish a sentence or a paragraph then i mark it with a '[]' and come back to it later. the parts which are harder to tease out will feel a lot easier once you've written out the parts that you know really really well.

i think the most important thing for me is the thing that you will hear literally all the time forever but is unfortunately very true, ie. that you should try and write a little every day. i hate this so much but regrettably it is literally the only thing that actually lets me get stuff done. also get comfortable with writing on your phone and write wherever, like on the bus and shit. i write on my phone at work lol.

i hope this is helpful!

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[lillywillow]

Mateship

Summary: During the war, Bucky met a quirky Australian stretcher bearer. What happens when he meets their grandchild?

 Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

 Words: 1007

 Square Filled: B4- Mates

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Australian!Reader  

 Warnings: Mild swearing, drinking, smoking

 London, 1943

 Bucky and his squadron were given some time of to rest before being shipped out again. Everyone was in a party mood; drinking, talking to the beautiful women, just having a great time. Even Steve seemed to be enjoying himself. Bucky stepped outside for a few minutes to get a little fresh air. As he walked out the door, he noticed a soldier in a different uniform leaning against the wall smoking.

 “How’s it goin’?” he drawled in a thick accent that Bucky couldn’t quite place.

 “Good…” Bucky replied, unsure if this was the correct response.

 “Durry?” the man asked, offering out one of his cigarettes.

 Bucky wasn’t much of a smoker but an occasional one or two when he was out in social events. He took the offered cig and lit it up.

 “You’re not from around here, are you?” Bucky asked.

 “Me? A pom? Nah,” he scoffed. “I’m from Australia. I’m a stretcher-bearer. Gimme a sec, mate… Dazza, if you slip in your spew, I’m not taking you back to the barracks like that!”

 Bucky looked to see him yelling at another man who had stumbled out of the bar to lean on a nearby wall to throw up. He only gave the middle finger in response. Bucky was used to rowdy soldiers but this was different.

 “Look at ‘im. Pissed off his face yet still responsive,” the man chuckled to himself before giving Bucky a formal introduction to which Bucky also introduced himself.

 “So, Jimbo, you got someone waiting for you back home?”

 “Nah. Maybe one day I’ll meet the right one but for now, I’m still single,” Bucky casually shrugged.

 “It’s alright, mate. Sometimes it takes a while, sometimes it’ll catch you by surprise. Take my sheila for instance. Never thought I’d ever get married but then, there she was,” he smiled, taking out a picture for Bucky to look at.

 Bucky smiled softly at the portrait of a young woman standing with this goofball beside him. They seemed to be very much in love. The conversation was cut short by a crash as ‘Dazza’ fell over. The Australian rolled his eyes.

 “Come on, Daz. Let’s get you back,” he sighed.

 “Need a hand?” Bucky offered.

 “I’ve got it, mate. Daz might be a pain in the arse but he’s my mate and I’ll get him back alright,” he reassured him with a smile.

 Bucky watched as the hauled the drunk soldier over his shoulder and carried him away.

 “Hope to see you again sometime, Jimbo!” he called as he headed off.

 Bucky hoped so too. This guy may have been a little rough but he seemed like an overall good guy.

…

 For the rest of Bucky’s stay in London, he ran into the soldier a few times. He got to know the Aussie better and learnt a little bit about life in Australia. Whenever someone would have a bit too much to drink, Bucky would help him carry them back to where ever they were staying. As the stretcher-bearer said, ‘they might be a pain in the arse sometimes but you always have your mate’s back’. The pair of them even promised to exchange letters once the war was over. Unfortunately, Bucky never got to keep his end of the promise.

…

 London, present day

 The Avengers had taken up a mission in England and with it complete, they had some time to have a look around. Bucky and Steve took an opportunity to have a look around the old places they went to back during the war. To their surprise, the Whip and Fiddle pub was still a functioning establishment. The interior had changed a little but it was still like they remembered it. Bucky ordered a drink and sat down at the bar. Memories began to play out in his mind. He barely noticed when someone sat next to him. After a while, he could feel somebody was staring at him.

 “Can I help you?”

 The person jumped at suddenly being spoken to.

 “Sorry for staring. You just look like a guy in one of my grandpa’s pictures,” they sheepishly smiled.

 Wait, Bucky recognised that accent.

 “You wouldn’t happen to be Australian, would you?” Bucky pried.

 “Yep! Born and raised! I’m taking a tour of the places my grandpa went during the war. He passed away recently and I just wanted to find some way to honour him…”

 Bucky’s heart started to beat a little faster.

 “Do you have a picture of him?”

 “Sure do!”

 You handed him a picture that you had taken with your phone. The man was much older but he still recognised that same goofy smile with the cigarette dangling from his lips.

 “I knew him,” he breathed.

 “You did?”

 “Back during the war…”

 Bucky went on to explain his situation, how he had stayed so young and how he knew your grandfather during the war.

 You were in awe of his story. Your grandfather had told you stories about Jimbo Barnes over the years but now here you were actually talking to the man himself. Bucky told you stories about what antics your grandpa got up to in the pub and you told him what life was like for him once he had returned. You both laughed at the stories until the laughter died down.

 “I miss the old bugger,” you sadly smiled.

 “He was a good… mate,” he smiled back, using your own lingo.

 “He was… I’ve really enjoyed talking with you, Bucky.”

 “I’ve enjoyed talking with you too. Could I have your number so we could keep in touch?”

 “I’d like that,” you smiled.

 You would have like to think that your grandfather brought the two of you together. Maybe the pair of you would form a different kind of mateship.

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[pufffinn]

blease tell us abt trollitics (troll politics) & dewdrop

OMG YES YAYYYY TYSM FOR ASKING

ok so like. basically after i watched the third movie i was thinking about how gristle was paying for the wedding venue and that’s literally what started my whole thought process here. cause the venue is. well yes it’s technically the plaza but it is RIGHT under the troll tree. so maybe it’s a popular wedding spot but it got me thinking who exactly like. owns the area under/around the troll tree?? you would think the monarchy right ( aka king gristle ) but gristle seemed pretty stressed about having to get out of the venue in time 😭 yes i know it’s all played for jokes but i’m a chronic over thinker so what were any of us expecting. so ANYWAY. surely, after the bergens and trolls make peace, wouldn’t the trolls want the tree back? and that got me thinking MORE like how did they transition the ownership of the troll tree back to the trolls. and are there now troll-bergen laws? troll protections? troll TREE protections?? reparations for literally eating trolls alive for years? THERE IS SO MUCH OPPORTUNITY HERE to make a whole thing about how the bergens and trolls learn to exist with eachother and it is so so interesting to me.

so what kind of laws and protections are there now?? how do they get established?? WHO’S establishing them?? troll and bergen lawyers?? so many questions and so many possible answers

but now that we’ve got like a bit of backstory and politics and my lead up of thoughts out of the way which i could rlly just go on forever about. we’ve got whimsy’s introduction!! basically what happens is between the events of world tour and band together, some pop trolls start wanting to move back to the troll tree ( whimsy among them ). but the main village in the forest is too big and settled for everyone to want to move, and it is still the main village, so poppy spends most of her time there and can’t go back and forth between the two places all the time ( tho she certainly tried ). so after a bit of this they need to appoint a headman for the troll tree village to help keep things runnings, to act as a spokesperson for poppy, report back to the main troll village every once in a while, etc etc. ( i could’ve grabbed an unused canon character but why do that when this gave me a chance to make another oc ). said headman for the troll tree ended up being whimsy dewdrop!! it’s a very busy troll nowadays, and ends up working a lot with the bergens to make agreements and laws regarding all the intricacies of bergen and troll cohabitation. whimsy also ends up spending quite a bit of time with poppy and occasionally branch when they come to check up on the troll tree and everyone living there. whimsy herself is a little more down to earth than some other pop trolls but she still loves all the classic pop troll activities. she also LOVES glowbug watching and was very excited when they started hanging out around the troll tree again.

also i think that later on in the game when everything is much more settled, the bergens and pop trolls work together to make the troll tree plaza more hospitable to the trolls, creating places for trolls to move around outside the immediate area of the troll tree!! trolls can generally get around pretty easily even in large spaces, but i think it would be neat for the trolls and bergens to do things like business ventures together, and for troll decoration/architecture to kind of bleed into the plaza. maybe a bit unrelated but i also hc that the troll tree grows/thrives from joy, and also that it was regularly trimmed to keep all it’s branches inside the old cage. now that it’s free to grow and has lots of joy and hope and happiness to thrive off of, it starts to spread over a very large majority of the plaza.

i really just wanted to explore how the ‘common’ trolls and bergens would learn to live with eachother and what that would entail. and ofc troll politics. who doesn’t want to think about that. anyway if you guys made it this far ily muah tysm 🫶

#oh my god this is so long i’m so sorry #i think i’ll put this under a readmore IM SO SORRY I DIDNT REALIZE IT WAS THIS LONG HAHAHGGDGDYN #trolls #not art #bee babbles #ask #anon #these trains of thought also opened up the doors for me to think abt stuff like #bergen/troll relationships #and and completely the opposite side of the spectrum #bergen murderers 😭 #like we did see most of the bergens just genuinely wanted to be happy #but surely there must have been some others that were more like chef?? #what happens if they decide they want to be happy the old way?? #find out next time at- /j #do the bergens have a prison system. what’s it like #i also made up an entire backstory that lets trollstice go on longer than is implied by brozone leaving but that’s for another time #i’ve been having so many trolls thoughts just ask my poor friends on discord 😭😭 #love ya guys 🫶

[adelaidedrubman]

OC SONG ASSOCIATION

was tagged by my beloveds @nuclearstorms @florbelles @strafethesesinners @marivenah @confidentandgood to play! i think this has most made the rounds and i’m a little late because i did way more than necessary, but will send a few tags out to @henbased @blackreaches @belorage @heroofpenamstan @ishwaris @shallow-gravy @vasiktomis @purplehairsecretlair @dihardys @jackiesarch @beautiful-delirium @bluemojave and anyone else feel free to tag me if you wanna do this!!

rules: pick one (or all) of your ocs from any fandom and post the song you think would play when they are introduced to the audience and why.

and yes, i did end up doing two with long explanations because i’m the worst <3

the beast in me is caged by frail and fragile bars / restless by day and by night rants and rages at the stars / god help the beast in me

the beast in me has had to learn to live with pain / and how to shelter from the rain / and in the twinkling of an eye, might have to be restrained / god help the beast in me

sometimes it tries to kid me / that it’s just a teddy bear / and even somehow manage to vanish in the air / and that is when i must beware of the beast in me / that everybody knows / they’ve seen him out dressed in my clothes / patently unclear if it’s new york or new year / god help the beast in me / the beast in me

this would be the selection for a hypothetical jessie first introduction if her canon story didn’t start in the middle of the action. wildfire as written begins on a retrospective tone, with jestiny briefly reflecting on her regrets from arrest night before the reader is thrown into the action thereof. but the audience is essentially given from the get go that society does collapse and that jestiny survives it, so perhaps the film adaptation starts with a brief shot of post-collapse jessie — she’s a bit aged and decidedly more battered and scarred, hair grown out to mid length, bare gray wall behind her that does not betray specific location, her face blank as she stares into space lost in memory. dissolves into a shot of pre-reaping jessie as the first lines play (“the beast in me / is caged by frail and fragile bars”), a shot of her behind the wheel of her shitty 2003 ford taurus driving into hope county (complete with some shining-esque tracking landscape shots of the road snaking through the mountains). continues into a montage of her getting established in the county: shaking hands with whitehorse at her job interview, moving boxes into her small house on the outskirts of the county, hiking an isolated mountain trail by herself, coming home at the end of a day to pour herself a glass of bourbon and drink alone, dressing in her police uniform, ending on a shot of her looking out the window of the arrest night helicopter as the final lines play (“god help the beast in me / the beast in me”) before she looks down at her phone to read the fateful texts informing her that her mother has died, wildfire chapter one as written plays out from there.

i chose this song in part for its genre appropriateness, with classic country being one of jessie’s preferred genres and fitting for her character. and for meaning, it establishes from the beginning that jessie is a person attempting to contain some inner destructive force. perhaps in the context of the older, more worn jessie we see, “the beast” she’s containing is her younger self as she tries to move past the violence she’s committed while knowing she’s not far removed from still being that version of herself. in the context of younger jestiny first coming into the story, it gives the audience the sense that this is someone whose grasp on normalcy is relatively tenuous and easily broken — it will quickly become clear to the viewers, after all, that jessie is very flimsily hinged, and it takes her precious little to lose the plot and enter her joker era. the song also captures well the sense of loneliness and weariness that comes from attempting to contain a darker inner force: most of the shots the audience gets of jessie she’s alone, and her few interactions with others are superficial — a handshake and a smile, which with the track playing over gives the audience the distinct sense it’s a very empty front she’s putting on while something more sinister is ever presently lurking in the background (“sometimes it tries to kid me / that it’s just a teddy bear / and even somehow manage to vanish in the air / and that is when i must beware of the beast in me”). it gives the impression that perhaps this is why jessie is isolating herself. maybe she does so because she feels she’s dangerous to others.

for a strict text as written adaptation of wildfire however, the first song that would play would be mama’s broken heart by miranda lambert.

i cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors / i screamed his name ’til the neighbors called the cops i numbed the pain at the expense of my liver / don’t know what i did next, all i know i couldn’t stop

word got around to the barflies and the baptists / my mama’s phone started ringin’ off the hook / i can hear her now, sayin’ she ain’t gonna have it / don’t matter how you feel, it only matters how you look

go and fix your make up, girl, it’s just a break up / run and hide your crazy and start actin’ like a lady / ’cause i raised you better, gotta keep it together / even when you fall apart / but this ain’t my mama’s broken heart

wish i could be just a little less dramatic / like a kennedy when camelot went down in flames / leave it to me to be holding the matches / when the fire trucks show up and there’s nobody else to blame

can’t get revenge and keep a spotless reputation / sometimes revenge’s just a choice you gotta make / my mama came from a softer generation / where you get a grip and bite your lip just to save a little face

powder your nose, paint your toes / line your lips and keep ’em closed / cross your legs, dot your eyes / and never let ’em see you cry

(cue wildfire readers booing at the on-the-noseness of it all). and like the first song, this is also a song jestiny would herself listen to (although not as openly as the johnny cash).

mama’s broken heart would play at the end of wildfire chapter one, as after surviving arrest night and waking up in dutch’s bunker jessie (also still dwelling on the news of her mother’s death) while attempting to get into disguise rifles around for a pair of scissors to cut her distinctive long red hair. we see her chop off her braid and continue to snip, drop the scissors onto the floor, look into the mirror to see the uneven roughly chin length mess she’s made, and begin laughing until tears have gathered in her eyes. the first line of the song plays (“i cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors”) then zoom out and credits roll, end of episode one.

the song gives the sense that the haircut is the first impulsive destructive act in a long spiral to follow (perhaps even foreshadowing some things to come, holding the matches and etc.). and it captures the sense of heartbreak driving a bender of aggressive lashing out — in the song’s literal text a breakup, in jessie’s case the death of her mother. and the song also works to highlight the implied distance jessie felt from her mother in the first place, her own inability to contain herself with polite dignity puts her fundamentally at odds with her mother and makes her struggle to relate to her and live up to her wishes. the hair cutting works as a metaphor for this (amongst other things), the final line of chapter one (“her mother would have hated it”) suggests that now that jessie’s mother is dead, she’s cutting away a symbol of her conformity to the image her mother wanted her to uphold. this certainly isn’t her mother’s broken heart (she’s gone now after all) it’s jessie’s — and without the disapproval of the one nice folk she feels she owes anything to, jessie is now going to act as crazy as she wants <3

[tin-wufborf]

Am I the only one who thinks the Argents are a fucking joke of a hunting family?

I have never understood the boogeyman-esque fear that exists around any single member of the Argent family, except for maybe Gerard, but even then, only a little bit (I don’t understand fearing the elderly, like, at all). Like, our first introduction to this dumbass fucking family is Chris Argent and his Unnamed Goons running around the forest at night and shooting random shapes in the night. Dude had no actual proof that he was shooting at a werewolf when he shot Scott in the arm because (and believe me, I checked) he did not have any sort of night vision or even a fucking scope before he was just out there, letting crossbow bolts fly.

Also, what fucking dweeb uses a goddamned crossbow to hunt something like a fucking werewolf? Are you looking to die, Chris? Do you want that werewolf to become extra pissed off and just rush your dumb ass before mauling you to death? You have wolfsbane laced bullets, Christopher, and it’s been established that there are different strains with varying levels of lethality. If you feel confident enough to shoot at a random person in the dark with a crossbow to presumably steal them away for “questioning”, you should feel confident enough to shoot them with a bullet because that would at least prevent them from getting the jump on your mundane ass when you do send your lackeys to go “take him” if that person really does turn out to be a werewolf. Because it’s pretty obvious that, once you pull that fucking bolt out, these fuckers are healing and well enough to at least flee, but I don’t think that’s an entirely realistic outcome. Trust, if I were a werewolf and some dumb fucking bitch shot me in the arm with an arrow while I was busy minding my own business, getting into a useless fight with the only other werewolf I knew, I’d be foaming at the mouth trying to tear that fucker to shreds. I would become the monster that hunters are so sure every werewolf is in, like, 0.05 seconds flat. Like, how dare you? I am a creature of the fucking night, and you hit me with an ouchie stick. Now I’m fucking annoyed. I’m about to ruin your night, at the least, and fucking murder you, at the most.

And don’t get me started on Kate Argent. First of all, that fucking cunt didn’t even have to open her mouth for me to know that something was seriously off in her head. Our first introduction to her, she’s rolling into town in what is probably the least helpful vehicle to a hunter, a Kia Soul, and is applying an ungodly amount of lip gloss. Ma’am, it is 2 AM, who the fuck are you applying this whore gloss for? Your brother? Because I wouldn’t put incest past you. No one but you is lookin’ at them thin ass lips. I’m all for looking pretty for yourself, but not at 2 AM after what was probably several fucking hours of a road trip. No one has ever cared that much, but this psycho is out here in her lime-green toaster with an unsecured shotgun shoved between the seats and slicking them nasty lie-flaps down with KY. She is obviously a fucking problem.

Side note, I am the previous owner of a Kia Soul, and I loved that little black square of aerodynamics-defying scrap metal, but let me tell you, it would not have been my chosen vehicle of choice if my number one enemy was a fucking werewolf. The wind was enough of an issue for me. If something like Peter’s Alpha form hopped onto my Kia Soul, it would have caved the roof and sent me into a ditch because those things operate at such a specific stasis of balance and motion that if you upset it in the slightest, you’d for sure crash and die. And also, the engine ran on a hope and dream. I lived my life in the slow lane with that car. There’s no chasing down Camaros with a Kia Soul. That was the singlemost unbelievable thing I ever saw happening in Teen Wolf. But I digress.

But back to Kate Argent’s general life as a fucking dumbass monster: I fully believe that that dumb bitch just got lucky with the fire. Let’s be honest, Kate’s plan was not that of a mastermind. Sure, she put in an inordinate amount of background work to get it done, but she really, really, really did not need to. Ya’ll think I’m joking about this but remember: Kate went to a chemistry teacher to find out how to make an untraceable fire, but the dumb bitch turned around and hired historied arsonists to pull off the fire and then paid off the insurance inspector anyways (I also assume she paid off the arson investigator as well, because that’s who actually makes those sorts of calls, not insurance companies). Why even bother racking up that number of co-conspirators and loose ends when she could have just done everything herself without repercussion because no one would have suspected her otherwise? She could have spoken to no one beforehand, surrounded the house in mountain ash, threw down some gas, lit the bitch up, and then still paid off the investigator? Also, how dumb can you be not to go back and kill the comatose survivor of your murder plot? Even if the idea was to use other people just in case one the Hales managed to get out and take action, she could have avoided that entirely by doing what she could to remove her own sent, buy and wear a layer of brand new clothes from any clothing store, and then put on a layer of Derek’s clothes so they’d just think it was him instead of a mass-murdering bigot. Kate Argent may be a raging narcissist and rapist, but she’s no genius, and she’s hardly anything to be afraid of. She spends too much time patting herself on the back for the one thing she ever succeeded at to be a real threat to anyone. Personally, even as a werewolf, I’d have stolen a gun from someone and used it to shoot that overconfident bitch right in her fucking face and then left her in the woods to be torn apart by wildlife. She didn’t deserve a funeral or to even be known for her crimes. That wasn’t justice. She should have died alone, never been found, and never be given credit for what she feels is her One Great Deed in life. It’s like how so many school shooters and serial killers just want to go down in infamy. Take away their recognition, and they’ve then achieved nothing. They’re just as fucking useless as they were before because no one should give them the satisfaction of being known for their crimes.

And Gerard Argent. Oh, this fucking man, I hate him so goddamned much. I feel like everyone spent all of season 2 just conveniently forgetting the fact that he was about a million years old and that he was super duper fucking sick. Like, you could probably have poked him in the side too hard and he would have died. In fact, how about instead of Scott betraying everyone’s fucking trust to pull off what ultimately was a failed plan, he could have just took dude’s meds period and let the pain medication he must have been taking wear off, and then we could have disappeared that fool. He was a sick old man! What is scary about that?! I felt like I was taking crazy pills the whole time I watched season 2 because why the fuck are we out here being afraid of an old as fuck crazy person who is presumably chock-full of tumors and only existing because he's pilled up all the time? And why are we acting like murdering this guy specifically would have made us into bad guys ourselves? Gerard Argent had all of the potential to become the werewolf hunting version of Hitler, which is what he basically did in the end, I assume (idak given that I quit the show after the first half of season 5 and only know what happened afterwards because I have the internet and can read a synopsis). This is like that dumbass moral question of “if you could go back and time and kill baby Hitler, would you” because the answer to that question should be yes. Yes, I would murder baby Adolf if it meant potentially avoiding the absolute insane number of senseless deaths that occurred during Hitler’s reign, and honestly? I’m judging you if your answer would be anything else. Gerard Argent at the start of season 2 is baby Hitler, and if someone had just had the fucking balls to slit that fucker’s throat when they had the chance, he wouldn’t have been able to come back and amass a fucking army of hunters to attempt that level of murder. I’m not even going to get into just how stupid and fucking dangerous Scott’s plan was because it had the potential to backfire exponentially if Gerard had so much as looked at his pills beforehand, but fuck man. Why are we acting like it would have been the worst act committed to just kill that fucking guy and be done with it?

And like, on the Argents as a whole, give me one example of a time when these fools are any more or less dangerous than the average human being. There’s a reason they’re just called hunters and not supreme-being freedom fighters or some shit. They’re not any more extraordinary that a man who chooses to hunt deer except that what these fuckers hunt are people, plain and simple. Everything they do is well within the realms of human capability and most of their tactics are based on pre-existing hunting and/or military tactics that have been used by humans since time immemorial; the only difference is, when humans do this sort of shit to each other, we call them murderers and/or evil. Or, you know, the government.

The point is, people need to stop buying into the idea that the Argent family is (or, I guess was) some great hunting family as opposed to the borderline bumbling idiots they actually are. They’re too fueled by their own emotions and personal vendettas to be precise enough to hunt down a bunch of children in the woods, and they’re not nearly well-trained enough to boot. I mean, it’s like I said. They are out here constantly getting thwarted by a bunch of teenagers whose primary skills are Google and “hope for the best”. I mean, think about that. The whole Teen Wolf gang is out here flying by the seat of their pants and just Googling the shit out of things whenever something unknown comes up, and they have managed to thwart the schemes of the OG hunting family. And if the Argents are supposed to be the best, then my god, what does the worst hunter look like? Because Sam and Dean managed to fucking decimate the supernatural community with a handful of allies and about a thousand active warrants for their arrest, but they weren’t out there acting like god himself couldn’t fucking touch them (the irony of this statement, lol) or like they were guaranteed to survive or even be correct about every situation. While it’s a pretty well-known fact that Sam and Dean Winchester are just two overgrown serial killers, they at least have moments throughout that show’s run where this 1) becomes apparent to them, 2) gives them at least a brief moment of pause and 3) opens them up to actually helping the creatures the hunt from time to time instead of standing behind some bland fucking moral code like that somehow magically undoes all the active murder they were doing. Not the Argents. These fuckers hide behind that code and just outright ignore their very obvious instances of wrongdoing as if they have the fucking right. Fuck the Argents, fuck hunters, and fuck this blandly moral shit that stopped everyone from just handling the problem when they could and should have.

#my thoughts #a rant if you will #teen wolf #argents #argent family #kate argent #gerard argent #hale fire #idiots #just your run of the mill criminals #nothing to be afraid of imo #seriously these a-holes could have been dealt with forever by the end of season 2 if not earlier

[musette22]

Hi!

I'm a bit new to fandom and I was wondering how you decide what you read 😂

Feeling a bit overwhelmed. Do you read both Evanstan and Stucky? Long or short fics?

No - go's?

How to start? Help 😂😂

♥️♥️

Hi honey! Welcome to the fandom! 💞

Ooff yes, I can absolutely imagine that you feel a little overwhelmed considering how many fics there are for this fandom 🙈 I don't personally have experience with reading fic for smaller fandoms though, except maybe for Evanstan. There are far, far fewer Evanstan than Stucky fics out there, and I would say that my Evanstan to Stucky reading ratio is like 2/98. So when it comes to Evanstan, it should be much less overwhelming! But if you'd like a good place to start, please check out some of these fics, as well as perhaps my own work <3

As for Stucky: there are currently 63,505 works on AO3, so yes, that's a lot 😅

I've made a lot of fic rec posts over the years, including some for people who, like you, were looking for a good introduction to the ship. Here, you'll find links to classic pre-war Stucky fics, and here is a list of some of my personal faves, and here is an additional list of some fandom classics. I think these are a great place to start for someone who's new to the fandom!

Or, if you'd prefer to find your own way from the start like I did: when I started reading Stucky fics, I just sorted them by kudos (highest to lowest), and then scrolled the first few pages of hits until I saw something that seemed like something I'd enjoy! So I would recommend just picking something with lots and lots of kudos that sounds good to you, and then doing that a few more times until you have a clearer idea of the kind of stories you like to read best in this fandom (canon universe or alternate universe, all romance or action packed, enemies to lovers or established relationship, pre-war or post-TWS etc.). Also, please keep in mind that the amount of kudos doesn't always necessarily correspond to the quality of the fic - there are so many incredible fics out there that don't have even a fraction of the kudos some of the more popular fics have, even though imo they're (imo) better! So if something looks good, but it doesn't have that many kudos, just give it a try anyway. You'll most likely discover some of your favourite fics that way! I read both long and short fics, depending on my mood and how much time I have. Both have their merit <3

And then once you know what you like to read, you can use AO3s tag filtering system to find fics that are more specifically tailored to your interests. Another good way to find great fics is by looking at what other Stucky fics the author of a fic you enjoyed has written (or check out their bookmarks!) or use the Stucky Library categories to find stories for specific tropes. They don't update anymore, but there are lots of brilliant older fics to be found that way. As for newer fics, the way I come across those is mostly by following other Stucky/author blogs here on tumblr, who'll post and reblog their own and other people's newer fics.

Most importantly: enjoy, and take your time! These fics aren't going anywhere (though do download your favourites if you think you might like to reread them someday, as sometimes authors delete their works and there's nothing worse than losing a fave </3). And remember that with a fandom this big, you can afford to be picky. So if you start reading something and you're like 'hmm no, I don't actually like this after all', then just move on and find something else to read instead. Not everything is for everyone, and I've been reading fic for this pairing for 5 years now, and I'm still finding new treasures!

I hope this helps lovely, and let me know if you have any other questions. Happy reading!!! 💞💞

#stucky #fic rec #fic recs #minnie answers

[stardewlily]

Chapter One of My Everlasting Light

A Stardew Valley fan fiction about the relationship between Sebastian and my farmer, Lily.

Synopsis: A trip to the carpenter leads to a fated meeting. Seb & Lily spend the first of many evenings together

Cast: Original Female Character, Sebastian, Robin

Contents: Introductions, Initial Attraction, Mutual Pining, Family Dynamics, Beginnings of Relationship

Warnings: None

First Meeting

"Oh Robin, thank you so much. You're too kind and we've only really just met." Lily felt like she couldn't express her gratitude enough. The first few days on the farm had completely exhausted her and to have Robin not only offer her the use of her family's bathroom and kitchen, but also an option to pay for her house extension in instalments, was more than she could ever have hoped for when she made her way up the mountains this third morning.

The red-haired carpenter smiled and waved a hand dismissively. "Nonsense, I can tell a good egg when I see one. You've worked hard on that farm in the short time you've been here, with nothing more to hand than your grandpa's old tools and those few parsnip seeds that miserly Lewis left you!"

"Well, he did leave me that camping stove, too…" Lily felt she should really defend the mayor a little.

Robin snorted. "Pah, a stove! I bet he didn't tell you in that letter he sent you that the old place had no working amenities, did he?"

Lily flushed and bit her lip. It was true, Lewis hadn't been entirely forthcoming about the terrible state of the cottage she'd inherited. It was certainly nothing like the cosy home she remembered from her childhood visits.

"Now, I won't hear another word about it," Robin reached over the counter and patted her hand. She had liked Lily from the moment she first stepped off the bus. A sweet, pretty, good natured little thing, she'd thought. And a hard worker too. Robin appreciated that in a person and when she liked someone, she helped them out in any way she could. "You make as much use of our kitchen as you need and come over tonight for a bath, a young girl like you shouldn't have to tough it out it like some wiry old farmhand."

Lily flushed some more, both at Robin's words and her friendly touch. She wasn't used to such kindness. Life had been… well… difficult for her for a long while now.

"For now, we'll start roughing out some plans for that extension, then I can give you a good idea of the kind of payments we'll be looking at. I'll make sure it's all affordable while you're just starting out. You can always pay off the excess when you get more established and… oh, Sebby… I didn't hear you come up the stairs… Sebastian, this is Lily, the new farmer I told you about… Lily, this is Sebastian, my son from my first marriage."

Lily turned to look at the new arrival and found herself staring at what was probably the most handsome young man she'd ever seen.

Tall, lean and slim hipped, dressed all in black, his ebony hair swept in tousled waves across his forehead, touching softly on his brows and falling longer on one side than the other. His skin was flawless, his mouth a sweet, shy curve, and his eyes, oh Yoba… his eyes… his eyes were stunning, a beautiful deep grey, like stormy clouds, large, almond shaped, framed by the longest lashes she'd ever seen, touched with a hint of melancholy and fixed on her unwaveringly right now. Her heart began to pound at the sight of him, she felt overcome with the desire to reach out and stroke his cheek, run her fingers through his hair, touch his pretty lips with hers.

She shook herself internally. What on earth was she doing? She was standing here ogling the carpenter's son like a lovesick schoolgirl! What must they be thinking of her?

"Hi Sebastian," she forced herself to speak like a normal person, hyper aware that he was still staring at her intently. She felt her earlier flush return with reinforcements. "It's nice to meet you."

"Lily is here to discuss some improvements to her house," Robin interjected before her son could say a word in return. "The poor thing's been working for days with no kitchen or bathroom. I told her she could use ours till I get her set up." She started to mumble to herself as she rooted through the drawers behind her desk. "I still think Lewis should have let me work on that place before letting Lily move in… now where did I put that set square?"

"You're working on that farm all alone?" His voice was rich, low, melodious, she wondered what it would be like to hear him sing and flushed even harder. What was this man doing to her? And why couldn't she look away from his eyes? Normally too much eye contact terrified her, but with him...

"That must be hard… you know, if you want a place to chill out after work, you can always hang out in my basement. I mean… it's quiet and I have a lot of books… if you like to read… you're welcome to…"

And now he was the one flushing. He stared at the floor, seeming angry with himself, shuffled his feet, gazed back up at her, the flash of angst in his eyes making her heart ache for him. He looked so flustered, all she wanted to do was put him at his ease.

"Oh, that would be wonderful," she said, smiling brightly at him, which for some reason seemed to fluster him even more, causing his gaze to snap back to the floor. "I love reading. My favourite genre is fantasy, but I love science fiction too. It's just so great to escape into another world, you know?"

"Really?" his head lifted at her words and the cutest little smile crooked his perfect mouth. Ah, if she had thought he was handsome before, that smile had just doubled his attractiveness level. "I love those genres, too. Have you read…?"

"Oh Yoba, Sebby, don't get started on those damn books again," Robin exclaimed, rolling her eyes dramatically and slapping a thick wad of papers, diagrams and pencils on her desk. "Lily and I have work to discuss right now. You can talk to her when she comes back tonight, okay? Go get your soda or whatever it is you came out of your dungeon for! Come here, Lily, we need to figure out the best place for the extensions, the foundations in this corner might not be suitable, but I think this area…"

Lily looked over her shoulder at Sebastian as he deflatedly retreated from the room. "It was lovely meeting you," she called after him, her words making him stop and turn back to face her. "I'll bring some of my own books over tonight and we can compare. I'd love to see what you like to read."

"Thanks," he said, and there was that gorgeous smile again. "I'll look forward to it."

"What a funny boy he is," Robin mused as Lily reluctantly dragged her attention away from Sebastian and back to his mother.

"What do you mean?" Lily asked.

"He hardly ever comes out of the basement, barely talks to anyone, even his supposed best friends. And here he is inviting you into his room on first meeting you." She cocked her head to one side, a calculating gaze in her eyes. "I guess he must have taken a shine to you."

Lily flushed again. She hoped that was the case. Because she had definitely taken a shine to him.

Sebastian leaned against the fridge in the kitchen, cold can of soda pressed to his cheek, heart pounding so hard he wondered if he was having some kind of attack.

What the hell had just happened? He was too cynical to believe in love at first sight but dammit, he'd never felt such an immediate attraction to a woman in his entire life. From the first moment he'd set eyes on her he'd wanted to do nothing more than pick her up, pull her close and kiss her and that desire still flared through him now.

She was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. Slightly taller than average, only half a head shorter than his six feet, extremely slender and delicate even in her work clothes, with legs so long it made him flush again just thinking about them. She had a sweet air of vulnerability about her, was achingly cute when she blushed and had the softest looking auburn hair imaginable… he thought of running those waves through his fingers, gulped and rolled the can around, desperately needing the other cool side.

Her eyes… what colour were they? Golds and deep greens, they'd seemed to shift with the light, he'd never seen anything like them before. And her smile… oh Yoba, her smile… when she smiled she became radiant, beautiful beyond all belief, he felt like he'd just been hit by lightning, struck by a truck and punched in the face all at the same time. It was like she was his own personal sun, shining just for him and…

He sat down at the table, put his head in his hands. What was he thinking? She wasn't his. He'd only just met her. But he felt…

He shook his head, reached into his pocket, pulled out his cigarettes, lit one up and drew deeply. For some reason it tasted off but he forced himself to inhale. He needed something to settle his nerves right now. His let his hand drop to the table and looked back down the corridor. His mom was in full spiel and poor Lily was standing at the counter looking a little dazed before it all. He twisted his mouth wryly, he felt sorry for her, he knew what his mom was like when she got started on a carpentry job. And she'd had the nerve to tell him off for going on about books. He snorted and took another drag, debated going back to his room then thought better of it, he'd wait until Lily was gone. Not that he didn't want to see her, Yoba alone knew, he wanted nothing more than to be close to her again, he just didn't know what the hell he was going to say to her.

'Books,' he thought to himself. 'You'll talk to her about books. Nice, safe, simple, calm books. Nothing even remotely arousing about that.'

He jumped as his mom came into the kitchen.

"Oh Sebby," she groaned as she pulled up a chair. "Not in the kitchen… what have I told you?"

"Sorry, mom," he guiltily stubbed out his cigarette on the back of his packet. He knew he shouldn't be smoking in here. He'd just… forgotten… for a moment.

"So… what do you think?"

"About what?"

Robin looked at her son and held up her hands in mock despair. "Ai, what did I do to deserve a son like this? Don't be coy with me, Sebby. You know what I mean. I've never seen you take to anyone as fast as you just took to Lily."

Sebastian tapped his cigarette packet on the table, pursed his lips. "She seemed nice."

"Nice?" Robin laughed and rolled her eyes. "My son, the master of conversation." She got to her feet, getting a soda of her own out of the fridge before heading back to her desk. "Well, she seems to think you're 'nice' too. She's coming back tonight at six for her bath… said she's looking forward to seeing you again…"

Sebastian lifted his head, mouth opening to ask his mother more questions, but she was already on her way, waving the can of soda in parting as she left. He closed his mouth, sighed and then smiled. He didn't smile often. It felt strange, but thinking of Lily was making him feel a lot of things he'd never felt before.

He looked at the clock.

All of a sudden it seemed like six couldn't come soon enough.

Lily could feel butterflies fluttering madly in her stomach as she knocked at the carpenter's door for the second time that day. She'd spent all afternoon thinking of nothing but Sebastian. His face, his voice, his eyes, the way he looked at her. She had spent hours imagining how it would feel to be touched by him, kissed by him, held by him. To just lie in his arms and hear him sing her to sleep. She'd gotten so lost in her thoughts she'd planted half her seedlings upside down before she realised what she was doing.

Truth be told, she felt a little crazy really. She was usually so nervous around people, even those she knew well, constantly on her guard, yet she didn't feel that way about him. Something about Sebastian just made her feel safe, she felt like she'd always known him, that she was meant to be with him… and now she really did think she must be crazy because what kind of thing was that to feel about someone you'd only just met?

"Lily!" Robin's loud voice interrupted her reverie, making her jump. "My word, it's gotten dark quick out here, I'll have to get Sebby to run you back in the truck, can't have you walking home at night on your own."

Lily looked around as Robin ushered her in, heart sinking a little as there was no sign of the aforementioned Sebastian.

Robin caught her disappointed look. "Don't worry, Sebby's here. He's just down in his room ferreted away with that damn computer of his. I told you, he hardly ever comes out of that basement!" She took Lily's arm and led her through a doorway and down a corridor. "He told me to tell you to go on down there after your bath, like I'm his messenger service or something!" The red haired woman snorted impressively as she pushed open a smoothly polished oak door and a swathe of sweet scented steam came pouring out. "I took the liberty of running a bath for you. I know what it's like to work hard all day, a carpenter's life is almost as tough as a farmer's! Now you take your time in here, Lily. Have a nice long soak and don't you worry about that son of mine, I'll pry him off that computer with a crowbar if I have to!"

Robin patted her reassuringly on the arm and left her to her own devices. Lily shut the door, slid the bolt into place, shucked off her clothes and sank into the water with a grateful sigh. Once again her thoughts turned to Sebastian. She wondered if he would like the books she had brought with her, wondered what his room would be like, wondered how it would feel to spend hours basking in his company…

She fidgeted in the water. There was no way she could lie here for ages. She wanted to be with him, as lovely as the bath was, she wanted him more. She reached for the soap with a mission.

Sebastian scowled as he sat hunched over his computer, fingers flying rapidly over the keyboard. Just his luck. He'd thought he had the whole evening free and then his client emailed him last thing to say they needed the file sending tomorrow. Now he had a mountain of work to do. He'd been coding non stop since he got that email, trying to get things polished off so he could spend the night with Lily. He'd promised her, dammit, and now…

Well, maybe he hadn't promised in so many words, but it still felt like a promise to him and he didn't want to let her down. Desperately didn't want to disappoint her. Was that why he'd raced around his room, tidying like crazy as well? Normally he didn't give two shits about the state of his room when Sam or Abigail visited, but now, all of a sudden, he was Mister Houseproud?

He grimaced and looked up at the clock. A skeletal cat's tail clicked into the 6.30 position and he groaned internally. She could be here any minute and he still wasn't done. He jabbed at the tab key, scanning endless lines of code for potential errors. It all looked good but there were still so many more sections to go and quite a few awkward ones in there as well…

A knock at the door made him jump, he teetered on his chair. That must be her! His heart raced, he cast a frantic gaze around his room. Had he missed anything? What would she think of his sombre decor? Hell, what would she think of him? He knew he was weird, too quiet, too moody, too deep, always too something… the knock came again and he catapulted himself out of his seat, sprang across the room then forced himself to stand quietly for a moment, what would she think if he answered the door breathing like that? and then he opened it.

She was just as beautiful as he remembered, dressed in a simple green vest top and black pants that accentuated her slim curves in ways that made him blush despite himself. Her dark auburn hair was voluminous and fluffy from just being washed and dried, her cheeks still a little flushed from her bath, her eyes that same pretty kaleidoscope of colours that he couldn't tear his gaze away from.

"Hi Seb," her voice was soft and light. "I'm not interrupting anything am I?"

"No," he blurted. "Well, I have some work to finish, but it's nothing much… I mean…" Agh. Could he be any more awkward? "Come in," he waved a hand at the room behind him. "Just mind the stairs, my mom always says she she needs to fix these 'cos they're so damn steep."

She smiled and stepped carefully around him and down the stairs. Her fresh scent enveloped him as she passed close by, a sweet warmth radiating almost tangibly from her. He felt light headed. Stood dumbly watching her as she moved into the room, laying the bag she carried on his couch and looking around with wide, interested eyes. He shivered. Fuck. What was wrong with him?

She looked up at him. Where he stood. Still rooted by the door. Unmoving. Staring. Feeling like he had forgotten how to breathe. 'Move!' he thought angrily to himself. 'Say something, do something, anything but just stand there!'

"I love this room!" she exclaimed. "And oh my Yoba...!" she rushed towards the cat clock. "I want this so badly!" she giggled with delight.

Sebastian's heart pounded, his breath whooshed out of him. He wanted to give her the clock. Wanted to give her anything and everything. Just to hear that laugh again. Nothing had ever sounded so sweet to him.

She turned around and her gaze came to rest on the ashtray on his coffee table. His heart plummeted. Shit. Had he not cleaned that up? He thought he'd got everything but he'd been so busy.

His limbs suddenly sprang into life, he swooped down the stairs and snatched the tray from the table. Why did it matter so much to him what she thought? He'd never cared what anyone else thought. Sam, Abby, he smoked all the time around them. Ignored all his mom's admonitions to quit. Hell, he knew it was a bad habit… but…

But now, with Lily's gaze on him, now, all of a sudden, it mattered.

"Oh please," she held up her hand, " you can smoke if you like, this is your home after all, I wouldn't dream of…"

"No, it's okay," he struggled for words, excuses, anything so she wouldn't think badly of him. "I only ever smoke the odd one anyway."

"Oh," she exhaled. "I'm glad, I'd hate for you to make yourself ill or anything."

Not a hint of reproach in her gaze or her voice, just the most genuine concern anyone had ever shown for him. He was at a loss, could only stare at her. In two minutes she had given him more reason to quit than anyone else ever had in the last five years.

"Would you like to see the books I brought?" she asked brightly, saving him from trying and failing to find words. "I was a bit nervous about showing you these actually." She started laying paperbacks on the table. "Most people think I'm such a nerd for liking these!"

He looked at the titles and felt like laughing. "Are those Cave Saga books?" he asked quietly.

"Yes," she turned and looked at him bashfully. "I know, they're cheesy, but I just love them so much and…"

And then he did laugh, surprising himself with the sudden outburst. He hardly ever laughed these days. "Wait there," he said with a smile and walked over to his bed, reaching underneath until he found the right box and pulled it out. He carried it over to her, took off the lid and laid it down before her.

"Got any of these?" he asked with a grin.

Lily squealed in delight and dove into the box with such enthusiasm he almost laughed again. Yoba, she was so cute. He felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to hug her and instead forced himself to sit down as she pored over the contents.

"Oh Seb, some of these are so hard to get! This is the last book of the histories series. I could never find this one. Where did you get it?"

"My friend Sam dragged me to a fantasy convention. I didn't really want to go, crowds aren't my thing. But there was a lot of cool stuff there. You can borrow it if you like."

"Oh, I'll read it when I visit you," she waved a hand at him and his heart skipped a beat at the casual way she spoke. So, she was planning on visiting him some more?

"I know what you mean about conventions," she turned to look at him again, flapping the book in her hand in her excitement as she spoke. Once again he had to fight back the urge to hug the cuteness in front of him. "One of my friends took me to a Star Trek convention once, I was so nervous, crowds freak me out too, but there were so many fun things there." She giggled. "All the men were dressed as Captains and all the women as Counsellor Troi, I felt so drab in comparison, I was the only one there in my normal clothes, I didn't know everyone would be in costume!"

Sebastian felt sure there was no way Lily could ever be drab, in fact he'd place a pretty hefty bet on the fact that she would have been the most beautiful woman there by far.

"Oh, and there were these two guys there, one dressed as Picard, the other as Kirk, and they started fighting about who was the best captain. I swear their fight was so funny, it was just as bad as Kirk versus that guy in the rubber lizard suit!" She mimed someone throwing the limpest karate chop ever and he dropped his head and started laughing uncontrollably. She was just so cute and so funny. He'd never had this much fun talking to someone ever.

Sebastian looked up at the clock and saw to his dismay that it was nearly nine o'clock. They'd spent hours talking. And Yoba, it had been amazing. He'd never been so at ease with anyone as he felt with her. But shit, if he didn't get his work done soon he'd be up all night finishing it off.

"Is something wrong, Sebby?" When had she started using his pet name? And why did he like it so much?

"Ah, I just have some work to finish," he groaned, "and if I don't get back on with it it's gonna take me all night."

"Oh," she smiled at him. "It's okay, please don't let me stop you. I'm quite happy to just sit here and read. Sometimes it's nice to just be quiet with someone, you know?"

He stared at her in complete disbelief. If only she could tell Sam and Abby that. When Sam visited he bounced around the room like a cocker spaniel and when Abby descended all she did was lay on his couch and complain about her life and her parents. Neither of them would ever have thought of being quiet and letting him work.

"What do you do anyway?"

And no one ever showed any interest in what he did…

"Um, I'm a freelance programmer," he said, amazed that she was asking.

"Oh, you code? That's so impressive. Where did you learn?"

"I taught myself."

"You are so clever," she said admiringly. "I can use a computer, but being able to actually program, that just seems like rocket science to me!"

He flushed, unused to either the praise or the interest. "Aw, it's not that amazing really, my sister Maru's the genius of the family. She makes robots, that's a bit more impressive than C plus."

"You shouldn't run yourself down," Lily said softly. "You're better than you think you are…"

Her eyes snared his and for a moment he couldn't look away. The colours in them seemed to pulse and change with her mood, golds and greens swirling gently before him. So beautiful.

"Um…" he stuttered, what would happen if he just reached out right now…?

He looked down. Had to. Because if he didn't…

"I'd better get on with it. I really don't want to. Trust me. I'd far rather carry on talking to you but…"

"It's okay Seb, I'll be fine, really."

He looked up, caught on her eyes again. He shook himself. "Yeah," he said. "You're right, I should get on with it." He made his way over to his computer. Why was it so hard to move away from her?

Three hours later and he was finally done. He groaned and sat back, stretching his arms over his head, then remembered Lily. He jerked in his chair and turned to look at her, she'd been so quiet and he'd been so engrossed.

She had fallen asleep on his couch, the book lying at her side, half open, one of her arms draped limply over the edge of the cushions. He got to his feet and walked over to her. Several strands of hair had fallen into her face, and, without thinking, he reached out and gently moved them away. She stirred at his touch and he jumped back. When had he become so relaxed around her? What would she think seeing him so close on waking?

She opened her eyes, reaching up a curled hand to scrub at her face. "Oh Sebby," she beamed up at him, seemingly unconcerned by his proximity. "I'm sorry, I must have fallen asleep. What must you think of me?"

"I think it's gone midnight and I've kept you here too long," he said wryly. "Mom's gonna kill me."

Lily laughed. "Don't worry," she said. "I won't tell on you!" She groaned. "Ugh, but I'd better go. I have such an early start tomorrow."

"I'll take you back in mom's truck," he said. "You get your stuff together and I'll go grab the keys."

"Okay," Lily said, blearily scrabbling for her things. He could see how tired she was and felt a pang of guilt at letting it get so late.

He went up the stairs, grabbing his coat and the truck keys from the pegs by the door. Lily came upstairs as he slipped his key quietly into the lock and he lifted his finger to his lips as she approached.

"Everyone normal's asleep," he whispered, rolling his eyes for comedy effect. "We gotta be quiet."

Lily nodded and lifted her own finger to her lips with a conspiratorial smile. He clicked open the door and together they tiptoed out into the cold night air.

The sky was clear, the stars brilliant overhead, not a cloud to be seen. Lily shivered.

"Are you okay?" he asked, instantly concerned. "Do you need my coat?"

"I'll be alright when we get in the truck," she gave him a grateful little smile.

"You sure?" he cocked his head at her. "That truck's pretty drafty. Here…" he draped his coat around her shoulders. She looked up at him as his arms momentarily came around her and once again he was struck by the beauty of her eyes, by the intense need to hold her.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You're welcome."

He could see the stars reflected in her eyes.

He jerked. How long had he been staring? He looked down. The truck. He had to drive her home.

"Uh… come on," he said. "I'd better get you home. You'll be dropping where you stand soon."

"Yes," she dropped her own gaze. "You're right." A little laugh. "I am pretty tired."

Sebastian opened up the truck, got in the driver's side, turned on the ignition, winced at the noise as the engine turned over, then reached over to open the passenger door for her. She smiled at him as she got in and then they were on their way, sitting side by side in the rumbling vehicle, each lost in their own turbulent thoughts.

It didn't take long to reach the farmhouse and soon Sebastian was pulling into the drive. It looked rundown but homely in the headlights as he turned off the ignition and he wondered what it was like inside. The sudden silence in the truck cabin seemed deafening now that they'd come to a halt. He let his hands rest on the wheel. He felt suddenly awkward. Didn't want her to get out. Didn't want her to leave. Didn't want to say goodbye.

"Seb…?"

"Huh?"

"I asked if you got your work finished," she said and he was glad of the question, glad of anything that meant he could spend a little longer with her.

"Oh, yeah," he rubbed his eyes. He'd spent a lot of time staring at the screen today. "Yeah, I did. Just as well, too, it was a high paying job and I need the money."

"Are you saving for something?"

"Moving away from here mainly," he said without thinking. "To the city." That had been his plan for so long, to save up and move out of Pelican Town. Go to the city. Find… something.

"Oh."

Was that… disappointment? He looked over at her. Even in the darkness of the cab he could see the crestfallen expression on her face. Because of him? Because he was moving away?

"Well, it's not set in stone, I mean, I don't know for sure, I just feel like I need to find somewhere I belong, you know. I feel like I don't fit in here and…" he panicked, his words falling out of him, he wanted so badly to wipe that look off her face.

"I understand," her voice was so small it was barely audible, she looked down. "Finding somewhere you belong… it's important…"

"Lily…" What could he do? What could he say? He couldn't stand to see her so sad. "Don't worry," he felt something shift inside him. "I think I might stay here a while longer after all."

"Really?" She lifted her head. The hope in her eyes made his heart ache.

"Yeah," he smiled. "There are some things in Pelican Town worth staying around for."

"I'm so glad."

They looked at each other for an endless moment and he felt as though the whole world was turning just for them, then she sighed, shifted in her seat, reached for the door, and the moment drifted softly and sweetly away.

She dropped out of the passenger side and he felt hollow seeing the empty space where she'd been. Then he jumped as she tapped on his window a moment later. He rolled it down, heart pounding.

"I forgot your coat," she passed it through the window to him and he took it mutely. "Thanks for bringing me home, and for the evening. I had a wonderful time. It is okay if I come back tomorrow? I'd love to finish reading that book."

"Yes," he said. Sweet Yoba yes, it was okay if she came back tomorrow. More than okay. "Yes, I mean, you're welcome and I'm glad too. About, well… " he stumbled, what was he even saying right now? "I'll see you same time tomorrow?"

"Sure thing," she softly touched his hand where it rested on the wound down window then headed toward her front door, seemed to have trouble with her keys for a while, then turned and waved goodbye before heading inside.

Sebastian looked at his hand, still tingling from her touch, let out the biggest sigh of his life and laid his forehead on the steering wheel. What the hell had just been set in motion? And why did it feel so damn good?

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[damienthepious]

time for some conversating!!!!

Introductions

[ao3]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla, Sir Marc & Rilla, Lord Arum & Sir Marc

Characters: Sir Marc, Rilla, Sir Damien, Lord Arum

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Meeting the Family, Awkward introductions, Conversations, (i… don't know how to tag this one really! mostly talking!!! almost entirely talking!!!!!)

Summary: Arum meets some of the family.

Notes: Yes, Scattered!verse is still rattling around in my head. No, this does not really advance anything plotty. Can i help myself? Absolutely not. But there's some fun in here that i hope y'all will like, at least. Mwah mwah kiss lizards mwaaaah

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"And you promise you're not going to breathe a word of this, ever, to anyone?"

"Okay," Marc says flatly, "you already made me promise twice, and Damien made me promise four damn times, so I think if I break my word now I'll just drop dead on the spot, Rilla! Just frickin' tell me what I've been bound by blood and honor to never ever tell anyone else ever, will ya?"

Rilla inhales, looks at Damien, and then exhales slowly with her expression still tense, as if Marc is just so untrustworthy, apparently. He buries the urge to roll his eyes as Damien pats Rilla's shoulder, his own expression tense and wary. No ambiguity there, at least. Marc knows that Damien doesn't trust him.

"Okay. So," Rilla starts, "the last time you came to visit, we talked about... about how if I got into something potentially dangerous, you'd want to know about it. And- don't, don't look at me like that, I'm not in over my head. I'm not. But- but I don't like keeping secrets from you, because you're family and I love you."

"Love you too, Rilla," Marc says quickly, feeling more dubious by the second. "Obviously."

She smiles, and Damien stops holding his shoulders so damn tight for at least a second or two.

"And- I'm going to tell Tal, too, but- you have a bit more... context? I guess? And I don't... I don't know, it's... kind of a lot, so I want to start with you, and then you can- hopefully? Help me explain it to Tal? Maybe?"

Marc raises an eyebrow. "Maybe," he hedges. "Depending. If you ever actually explain whatever-the-hell to me, first."

She pouts, Damien scowling hard over her shoulder, and then she shakes her head. "I know, I know I'm stalling. Look, this is- it's a lot, and you're the first hu-" a cough, and Marc narrows his eyes as she presses her hand against her mouth. "Pretty much the first person we've told."

"Did you elope?" he tries, pointed, and Rilla snorts. A miss, then. He could make another guess, but he's pretty sure Rilla would smack him for that one, so he buries the joke. "Seriously, I'm at a loss, here."

"With a thousand attempts you could not guess," Damien murmurs.

"Wanna bet?"

"No." Rilla frowns, waving her hands in the air between them. "Absolutely not. If eloping was your best guess, I really don't want to hear what you come out with when you're just grasping at straws. It'll either be silly or insulting, and I'd rather not."

"I wouldn't insult you, Rilla," Marc insists, and Rilla rolls her eyes. "Beyond, y'know. Basic teasing."

Damien scowls again, defensive as always, but Rilla laughs a little more calmly, and then she shakes her head.

"Okay, okay. We need to just- okay. So, Damien and I... we're- um. Dating? We're dating someone else, too, now."

Marc's eyes dart to Damien, first, but he doesn't even flinch, doesn't look jealous like Marc would expect. Marc frowns, and looks back towards Rilla. "And that isn't a problem for him, then?"

Damien makes a small noise of indignation, and Rilla snorts.

"Why him and not me?"

"Because he's so damn high strung that he's worried about you falling out of love with him at the drop of a hat. I know that you don't get insecure."

She laughs again, though she does reach out a hand to touch Damien's shoulder as he scowl-pouts.

"Look, whatever antagonism you two still have going on, you know that Damien's not, like, possessive or demanding of me, right?" She pauses, but mercifully she doesn't actually make him verbally acknowledge that. She lets him get away with a combo nod and eye roll, and then she continues. "It just sort of happened. We both fell- we both realized we liked him around the same time, and it just... clicked."

Marc mulls that over, and honestly it's a little too easy to imagine Damien falling over himself for more than one person. Rilla a little less so, but-

"Okay, cool," he says slowly. "And... this is a big gigantic secret for more of a reason than just because it's like, Citadel-weird. Yeah? You wouldn't make me swear a blood oath not to say anything if it was just mildly scandalous."

"Accurate," Rilla says, glancing sideways and scratching her neck. "Yeah. It's- I think it'll be easiest if we just have him come out?" she says, her voice gone high and a little strangled as she looks to Damien for agreement or denial.

"So long as you can promise-"

"I already promised like sixteen things!"

"Not to panic or to hurt him," Damien continues sternly.

Marc- boggles, maybe? "I'm not- what? I'm not gonna hurt somebody! Are you nuts?"

"Relax, Marc. It's- a fair promise, really. You'll- you'll understand in a minute. Just- don't freak out?"

"Oh... kay?" Marc says, trying not to look as completely baffled as he feels. "Uh. No freaking out. Got it."

Rilla smiles, a little crooked, and then she turns and walks to the door of her exam room, pulling it open and peeking her head in.

"Okay," she says, still sounding a little strained. "Do you wanna- what's that look for?"

She puts a hand on her hip, and Marc hears a low grumble from the other room, words too quiet for him to catch, and then Rilla shakes her head.

"Are you coming out or not?" She pauses, and Marc doesn't hear an answer, but after a moment her frame relaxes a little and her smile comes back, and-

A big lizardy-dragon monster slinks into the doorway, close enough for Rilla to reach and touch one of his four elbows as he ducks his horned head through the threshold. He looks over her shoulder towards Marc with poison-purple eyes, his snout curled into a vicious frown that shows off some pretty substantial teeth, and Marc-

Okay, so, alright. Maybe promising not to panic hadn't been entirely ridiculous. But- no. This can't be- is this the same conversation? How-

"Uhhhhh monster in your back room?" Marc hears himself say, his inflection turning it into a question as if he's curious about some recent redecorating or something stupid like that, and the monster scowls even deeper, ducking his head.

"That," the monster mutters towards Rilla. "That is why I didn't want to do this, Amaryllis, I told you it would be-"

"It'll be fine, Arum, I promise. He's just- surprised!"

"Surprised," Marc parrots, and then he realizes that he hasn't blinked in probably too long, so he tries that to see if it makes the monster change into something that makes more sense.

No dice.

"I cannot believe I allowed you to talk me into this," the monster growls, a long tail lashing worryingly behind him. "I have never been more insulted in my life."

"Insulted?" Damien finally chimes, his eyes widening in a pleading sort of way, and the monster shakes his head even as he allows Rilla to tug him closer to the table.

"Cooped up and hidden in my old room," he snarls, rolling his eyes, "enduring repeated claims of how unusual I am and how unlikely it would be to even guess my existence, claimed as, I believe, "a lot" at least twice - whatever that means - I can hardly be blamed for-"

"You know we didn't mean it like that, Arum," Rilla says, lifting her hand to pat the monster's upper left forearm as Marc blinks. He frowns even more deeply, but- the monster leans into her hand, his shoulders relaxing just enough to be noticeable at the touch.

"I do not appreciate belaboring the point, regardless. I don't whine to the Keep about how bizarre and unnatural my own affection for the both of you is within your earshot, do I?"

Damien's brow furrows. "You don't... you don't do that out of our earshot, do you?"

"Don't be ridiculous," the monster mutters, and as he settles to sit at the table across from Marc he reaches a hand out to brush his knuckles against Damien's wrist for a half second before he shakes his head, scowling again. "It adores you both, anyway. It would hardly condone such talk."

"Uh," Marc says, finding his voice before his words, and the monster eyes him warily. "The- uhhhh, he?" Marc blinks, snaps his fingers, leans forward and locks eyes with Rilla. "That monster with Damien in the slime mold thing! That's where I knew the name from! He was the- the co-star of your half of our waking nightmare!"

Rilla winces, her cheeks suspiciously darkening. "Well- yeah, technically, if you want to call it that-"

The monster looks at Rilla in alarm, the weird webbing at his neck twitching.

"Nightmare?" he asks, incredulous, and Rilla flushes with a wincing laugh. "The grubs-"

"It- it wasn't a big deal, Arum," she says, her voice strained and unconvincing.

Marc snorts. "Not a big deal," he parrots. "Those lookalikes nearly got us killed, Rilla."

"Marc," she complains, her face going stormy. "We handled it! It was fine."

"First," Marc says, "it was not fine, I really didn't like seeing Tal go pop even if he was fake, and two- why is the monster we watched try to kill not-Damien sitting pretty in your hut?"

"I mean, not-Damien was trying to kill him just as hard, if you're going to get all-"

"That is not even remotely in the vicinity of my question, Rilla."

"I already told you- he's- Arum is- is our-"

She stutters off and blushes, biting her lip with a strained laugh, and Marc's eyebrows fly up.

"There's a monster in your hut because you're dating him," he says in a voice that sounds extremely quick and dry to his own ears. "And that- that happened- exactly how does that happen, now?"

"She saved my life," the monster snaps, folding his arms in a tangle across his chest, his eyes narrowing as he lowers his head. He glares at Marc across the table, his snout twisting in a scowl, though his eyes- there's something bizarrely nervous in his eyes.

Marc blinks. He's never noticed that a monster had expressive eyes, before.

"She saved me," the monster continues, apparently unaware of Marc's surprise, "and Sir Damien showed me compassion instead of the swift death he had every right to-"

"Arum," Damien protests, and the monster subsides into a growling noise, scowling down at the table for a moment before he shakes his head and lifts his eyes to meet Marc's again.

"I love them, and I do not care how you feel about it," Arum says in his strange, rasping voice. "But your opinion matters to them, and so here I am despite myself. I love them, and you may accept my part in their lives or you may not. Regardless, I trust that you will not do anything to hurt them on my account."

Damien sighs like the air's been punched out of his lungs, pressing a hand to the base of his throat and reaching with the other to grab one of the monster's hands, and on his other side Rilla smiles crookedly, her whole frame softening, and if that isn't just the strangest fucking thing.

"You love them," he says, and he still feels like his brain is maybe-sorta out on a break, but that's never stopped him from talking before, so. "Like. Love them, love them."

The monster sits a little straighter, lifts his snout, meets Marc's eyes with a fierce sort of pride.

"I do."

"And-"

"We love him too," Rilla says, before he can even finish turning towards her, and Damien squeezes Arum's hand a little tighter as he nods in agreement.

Marc stares at them, as like, a whole group. The weird shyness on Rilla's face, the guard-dog protectiveness in the tension of Damien's shoulders, the way the tilt of the monster's head looks both dignified and defensive, as if he's absolutely expecting a blow.

Marc drums his fingers off the table for a moment, his brain chugging unhelpfully before something clicks into place.

"He was here," Marc says, narrowing his eyes and looking directly at Rilla again. "Last time I came by. He was already here, wasn't he? That's why you were so cagey about opening the door. And why you were in such a hurry to get back, after." He pauses while she hunches her shoulders with a guilty sort of scowl, and he blinks. "Is this why you disappeared for a month, too? Honeymoon with the monster?"

All three of them react to that, Rilla pulling her head back in obvious annoyance as the other two give snorts of embarrassment and indignation by turns.

"Honeymoon," Arum says breathlessly, looking away as that weird webbing at his neck flutters again, his throat ticking like an irritated insect as he gives a strangled-sounding laugh.

"It was hardly so frivolous a pursuit as-"

"Keep calling him the monster and I'm gonna fucking smack you, Marc," Rilla growls, and Marc can't help but laugh.

"No, yeah, okay, that's fair. That was insensitive, wasn't it? That was-" he pauses. "This is a lot. Okay. Hang on."

Marc clamps a hand over his mouth, feigning a thoughtful frown to hide the fact that he's mostly just trying to keep himself from babbling incoherently as he scrambles for some sort of foothold, here. Because-

"Can I..." Marc pauses, thinks for another half second, decides fuck it, "talk to him alone, then?"

"What." Arum says flatly, his shoulders tensing.

"Why?" Damien growls, narrowing his eyes as he reaches to squeeze Arum's hand.

He watches Rilla, though, counting on... yup, the usual flash of curiosity underneath the worry and the obvious concern that he's messing with her, somehow, and-

"If he's comfortable with that," she says slowly, shrugging. "Arum?"

"I don't see what it will help," Arum says, mulish, but Marc's surprised to see a spark of curiosity in his eyes, too, and he squeezes Damien's hand quick before he drops it, pressing two of his palms flat to the table in front of him. "Fine. If we must."

"Okay," Rilla says, her lip twitching into a smile as she moves to stand, reaching to touch Arum's cheek with her knuckles and then brushing her fingers over his horn - the one with the old healed crack - before she moves to the other side and gestures for Damien to follow her up.

"But- love, certainly-"

"Damien and I will just take a quick walk," she says, hauling the knight up without acknowledging either his words or the way he squawks about the manhandling. Arum's lip twitches for half a second, almost a smirk, before Rilla continues. "A quick one," she warns, "and you'd better behave while we're gone, got it?"

Marc looks towards the monster again to gauge his reaction to that, but after a beat he realizes- Rilla is looking at him, not at Arum, so he scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Aw, c'mon, Rilla. You know I never behave." He grins, wide, watching her eyes spark with badly hidden mischief in response.

"Be civil, then," Damien says sternly, and Marc can't help but roll his eyes.

"I'll be myself. Deal with it."

"Oh Saints fucking help us all, then," Rilla drawls in a single breath, but she's still smiling, too, and she tugs Damien to the door without any more conditions or complaints. "Ten minutes or so, Arum. You'll be fine."

"I-" the monster sputters, brow furrowed despite his baffled smile. "I know that I'll be fi-"

Rilla closes the door with a wink before he can finish the thought, and the monster exhales an irritable huff before he shakes his head and turns his attention back towards Marc.

"Well then," he says after a beat in his growly-grumbly voice. "What, exactly, did you want to ask me about that you didn't want them to hear, then?"

"Nahh, no, it's not like that," Marc says, waving a hand in the air between them and trying a grin. "I don't think things through that carefully."

"Hm," Arum says. "Then... what is the point of this?"

"Look," he says, leaning forward on the table. "I know that Damien is a chatterbox when he gets going, and I know that Rilla is stubborn and protective. Better chance of you actually talking for yourself if we've got a few minutes without them being batshit protective over you. Not that the protectiveness doesn't make sense," he adds, because the monster tensed oddly at that. "Oh! I am curious, though- Rilla said that I'm basically the first person you've all told, and I know how she talks, so- who else knows?"

The monster frowns a little more firmly, and then he looks away. "My... family, firstly. They met when they brought me home. The- the honeymoon time, which you mentioned. The month. Two weeks there, two back. Give or take."

Marc nods, noting again the way that Arum's weird neck-webbing thing twitches at the word honeymoon. Interesting.

"They meet your family, you meet Rilla's," he says, shrugging with a shoulder and grinning again. "Makes sense. And?"

Arum's jaw tightens for a moment, and then he rolls his eyes. "Another monster. Incidentally. Not intentionally. He stumbled into my swamp in need of help and medical attention and-" Arum gestures towards the door, somehow looking both irritable and infatuated at the same time, and then he huffs. "Well. If you know how they are, you know how that ended."

"Medical attention," Marc echoes with another nod. "Yeah, no, I can imagine how Rilla reacted to that. Especially if she'd already gotten some good solid practice working on a different monster."

Arum tenses, just slightly, and then he scans his eyes over Marc's face as if looking for something. "Are you... mocking me?" he asks, sounding wary and curious more than insulted, and Marc snorts.

"No no no, no, look, alright, if you know Rilla- we've got similar-ish senses of humor, okay?"

"Teasing," Arum says flatly, though his shoulders relax.

"Exactly!"

"You are..." the monster pauses. "You are handling this... surprisingly well, I think. I was expecting... more anger, I think. Disgust, perhaps. Fear. You would have every right to be protective of your sister."

"Rilla knows how to take care of herself," Marc shrugs. "Most of the time."

"And the fact that I am a monster-"

"Doesn't seem like it's stopping you from talking to me just fine."

Arum lowers his head, slightly. "And the fact that you intend to be a knight?"

Marc raises an eyebrow. Apparently Rilla's been talking about him to the monster? He doesn't know if he should be flattered.

"Well..." he tries, slowly, "Sir Damien is a knight, isn't he? If he can reconcile the whole-" hand wave to encompass the whole monster thing, "then I don't see why I can't do the same. I've got way less of a bug up my ass than Damien does, anyway, too. Knights are supposed to protect people. You don't really seem like you're hurting anyone. At the moment, at least."

"That doesn't mean I haven't-"

The monster stops. Full stops, his jaw snapping shut with an audible click as he inhales, pauses, and then exhales a sigh.

"Uhhhh, you alright there?"

"Fine," Arum hisses through his teeth, grimacing. "Attempting to... avoid old habits." He meets Marc's eye for a moment, considering, and then his lip twitches into a hint of a smile. "Amaryllis likes to call it my guilt complex, which seems reductive."

Marc laughs, slapping face-first into it at the extremely vivid mental picture of Rilla poking a monster in the snout and accusing him of having a complex.

Arum's smile looks a little more sturdy when Marc gets a handle on himself again, and Marc... hesitates.

"Okay," he says, "so... the three of you are a thing. That- it's weird, but I can kinda get it, seeing all of you together."

Arum furrows his brow, but doesn't protest at Marc calling them weird. He gestures for Marc to continue, instead, clearly catching his I'm-working-through-something tone.

"Rilla saved your life, you said, and Damien... probably wasn't happy about that at first?" He pauses, and Arum twitches a more self-deprecating smile before he nods. "But then- eventually, they brought you home, which- I can't even get my head around how dangerous that had to be, two weeks traveling with you and scared of getting caught out by either side, right? Not to mention just- wild animals or whatever, and- okay. Falling into each other makes enough sense, with all that... context. Yeah. Okay."

The monster watches him carefully, sinking into a frown. "... but?"

Marc blinks, a little surprised that Arum caught that drift. "... But, yeah. But... it's still dangerous, isn't it? A couple humans with a monster?"

Arum's expression falls into a strange sort of resignation, and he glances towards the door with an unsteady exhale.

"They continue to insist that the risk does not bother them," he says quietly, not looking at Marc. "They insist that- that being... being together is... worth that risk. I want to... to keep them safe, but... I'm afraid I am not strong enough to try to convince them out of caring for me, not even for their own safety." His expression tips sardonic, then. "I don't think it would work terribly well if I tried, either. They are both... too clever, and too stubborn. And I've put them through more than enough already, besides."

Marc... stares at the monster for a long moment, then. Because. Like. He wasn't really expecting Arum to get that in-depth with it.

"That's." Marc pauses. "Sweet? I think?" Arum blinks at that, and then hunches his shoulders and scowls, but Marc continues before he can protest. "But I was talking about you , too. You're a monster dating a knight, and you come hang out in a hut that's only like a couple miles from the actual literal Second Citadel. Which is, y'know, full of knights that are way less chill with you than Sir Damien. You aren't, like... nervous at all?"

Arum does something that Marc's brain decides to classify as flustering. He kinda shuffles in his seat, his neck-webbing shivering and twitching as he huffs and mutters non-words for a few breaths, clearly trying to cobble together a response to all that.

"I-" he sucks in a breath, gives a strange laugh. "Well obviously I am aware that there is- that the danger- were you listening, before? The point- the point is, Sir Marc, that they are worth the danger. I came close enough to death to taste oblivion once, and they-" Arum shakes his head, swallows, and visibly forces himself to meet Marc's eyes again. "For their sakes. For them, I would tread there again. Easily. Without complaint. They are worth that."

And. Okay. Because that-

Yeah, no, Marc doesn't have a snappy comeback for that.

Or-

"I think I'm getting why you fit in with them," Marc says, tipping his head to the side. "Matching intensity."

Arum stills, then snorts a laugh. "Intensity," he chuckles. "Fine. A fair point."

"Is that why you keep getting hung up on the honeymoon jab? Already making plans?" Marc says, aiming a leer at the monster, not really expecting-

But Arum's webbing flaps out all the way, his face stiffening with something like terror and something like embarrassment, and Marc really can't help his own laugh, then.

"I- well- that would be ridiculous, obviously, there isn't any way that- that-"

"Holy shit," Marc says, blank, entirely without meaning to, and the monster makes a pained sort of noise.

"I don't- don't- it wouldn't be possible, obviously, they wouldn't want-"

Marc's brain catches up with him, nearly screeching in to slap at the inside of his skull.

"Arum," he says, and Arum snaps his mouth shut again, still wincing. "Look. I kinda feel like my two main jobs as Rilla's brother in a situation like this are," he pauses to spread his hand out, and then put up a couple fingers to count on. "One, make sure that you aren't going to hurt her, and two, make sure that you're as serious about her as she is about you. And, like," he laughs. "Flying colors, man. Not that I think I could convince Rilla to dump anyone even if I did think you were bad news, which I don't. Because she never listened to me when I told her that Damien was a dick," he adds in a mutter, and then he freezes. "Ahhhh hahaha I mean, nevermind that. He's better now, it's fine."

Arum blinks at him a little vacantly for a moment, and then tilts his head. "The poet... made a bad impression on you as well, then?" he says, and Marc mentally congratulates himself for managing to give the monster a way to pivot the conversation by insulting his other partner, great job.

"Ehhhhh, yeah, kinda," he sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face. "I think we made a bad impression on each other, y'know? We just don't- mesh. And he had some bad friends, before, though he's..." Marc pauses. "He's been dropping them left and right the last few... months." He raises his eyes, narrowing them at the monster. "Since you, I bet, yeah? Saints, I could kiss you for getting Damien to see that Absolon is a fucking asshole."

"I didn't..." Arum's expression flashes confusion. "It isn't as if I've told him to- to do anything like-"

"No, no, I didn't think you did, but- being able to sympathize with monsters would really force the guy to take a look at things from a different perspective, yeah? Really make him reevaluate the people he thought were noble and honorable before."

"He intends to-" Arum stops, considers, and then flicks his tongue through a sigh. "That... that likely is not mine to tell. I apologize."

Huh. "No, that's fine. Damien's chatty, if he wants me to know I'll know pretty damn quick. Though- that's another thing. Maybe it's not my... business? But- seriously. Seriously, how did you get through Damien's thick thick triple-thick skull to actually even talk to him, let alone bond ? He's a nightmare when he digs his heels in, I've seen him go."

Arum laughs again, relaxing. "He may be stubborn, but I believe Amaryllis is more so. Or- at least, her conviction was stronger in that precise moment. I was her patient before I was a monster to slay, and so... he was forced to wait, and... well. I was forced to wait as well, to heal, and... when things are quiet, when he is calm..." he inhales, exhales through a smile. "I suppose we saw past each other's thick skulls, eventually."

Huh again. Well-

"Getting along?" Rilla says as she opens the door, and Arum gives a bemused sort of smile.

"Was that ten minutes?" he says with a raise of his ridged brow.

"Give or take," Rilla shrugs, grinning as she looks them over. "Nobody's dead? That's a good sign!"

Arum chokes on a laugh, his eyes suddenly sharper and brighter and weaving between Rilla and Damien attentively.

"No slaying allowed in the hut," Marc chimes through a grin, and Damien shoots him a pout at the same time that both Rilla and Arum laugh. "Or outside of it, with this particular lizard."

Arum half-rises as the pair come around the table to sit at his side again, fluttering hands reaching to brush their hands and sides, reshuffling his legs beneath him as they all settle side by side.

"Okay," Rilla says. "So. Satisfied, then?"

"Flying colors," Marc says again, shooting Arum a wink, and the monster smiles as he leans into Damien's side.

"The interrogation was vicious and uncompromising," Arum says, his voice completely toneless despite his grin and the obvious way his body relaxes when Rilla pets a hand down his arm and kisses his scaled cheek, and the other two humans laugh again.

"Good, fantastic," Rilla says, beaming. "See? I told you it would be fine."

Arum grumbles something noncommittal, looking away, and Damien gives half a smile.

"Of course, my flower," Damien says, sly. "You weren't worried in the least."

"Nope!"

"And you certainly did not pull my by the hand to rush the second half of the walk back home."

Rilla gasps in mock-offense, swatting at the knight, and Arum sways back out of the way to give her a clear shot as he snickers.

And...

Marc doesn't know if he's ever seen Damien so relaxed and chipper, and Rilla- she can't fool Marc, out of anyone. She can joke on top of it, but- she's almost never this serious about anything.

All three of them- they really fucking mean this.

Which. Yeah. They're dating a monster. Seems like going all-in must come with the territory.

He smiles, and leans back to fix Rilla with a sly look.

"So," Marc says, tapping his knuckles against his chin and burying a smirk. "Telling Tal. How do you feel about opening with a prank?"

"Marc."

#elle's fanfic #second citadel #lizard kissin' tuesday #scattered on my shore #sir marc #lord arum #amaryllis of exile #sir damien #some of marc's lines in this have been rattling around in my head FOREVER