#but he enjoys all pronouns and starts experimenting and mixing it up when he feels safe to do so

[cathedral-of-sinners]

I humbly request a Tighnari NSFW alphabet please whenever you're free and if you're willing to dear author!

Tighnari, Tighnari, Tighnari, Ti-

For him, I'm always willing <3 (being free and having motivation was a different story though lol)

CW: gn!reader (no pronouns/genitalia mentioned), reader can be either sub/dom and top/bottom depending on the letter, creampie (C)

— Tighnari: Full Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He's deliciously buzzed, so high on cloud nine that he doesn't want to come down. His head will drop to rest on your shoulder or in the crook of your neck, trying desperately to inhale as much of your scent as possible. You’ll even catch his tail flicking gently like a happy puppy’s would, something you can't ever bring up outside of the moment or else he'll never recover (not to mention the teasing Cyno would bring if he ever somehow heard of this habit lmao). Once he's collected himself though he grows insanely soft, ears relaxing as he places a kiss on your forehead, asking if anything hurts or if you want anything. Food, some water, medicine or a warm/cool cloth, he had it all set up on the nightstand before you started and reaches for what he needs before curling up beside you, tail wrapping around you in some way.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

Your shoulders and arms! Adores when you wrap your arms around him both in and out of the bedroom, their presence something he simply really enjoys. Loves when he can bury his nose in your shoulders too, careful though, he's a biter ;)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Addicted to cumming inside or on your stomach. The way his seed dribbles and dots your skin makes his head swirl - as for inside? He could pass out from how good it feels to stuff you full <3

D = Dirty Secret

Has very big thoughts and feelings about teasing you all day with a toy. Wants you to roam the forest or into the city as he stays and does some paperwork in his home, the knowledge that you're no doubt struggling to keep it together until you get back at the forefront of his mind. By the time you get home he can smell the arousal dripping from you as he turns and smirks. Don't worry, he rewards generously to well behaved individuals :)

E = Experience (How experienced are they?) 

Honestly could see him as both a virgin and not. Like, there's the idea that he's not interested in sex at all during his studies and then when he became a Forest Watcher there was both no time and no one that piqued his interest. But then I think he could also be the kind to have a one-night type thing once or twice while he was in school. He’s an I do want when I want kinda guy in some ways after all.

THEN AGAIN!! Fennec foxes mate for life sooooo, there’s that… but other than that he’s had plenty of moments when the topic came up in his research or conversations he’s overheard (both willing and unwillingly), therefore he’s really only lacking in the practice aspect.

F = Favourite Position

Lotus!! This is mainly because of how close the position makes you both, chests pressed up against one another, every breathe felt and every noise of pleasure heard. Plus, like mentioned before, it lets Tighnari rest his head on the crook of your neck, drowning him in everything that is you.

A close second is doggy style.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He’s sassy no matter where he is (man has no fear honestly) so I’m damn certain he’ll unintentionally (or even intentionally) be funny during the moment. For the most part though he’s pretty serious.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) 

*chef's kiss* he is very well-groomed. Tighnari takes extremely good care of both his ears and fluffy tail, so it’s only right he takes equal care down below. Firm believer that his pubes are the same shade as his tail and not a mix like his hair or solid black. Pretty clean shaven, the thinnest of bushes present.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

He can be very romantic when he wants to be!! Holds your hand, kisses you all across the face, down your neck, across your chest, he’ll whisper praise and compliments in your ear, all the things like that!

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t jerk off much simply because he doesn’t feel the need to. The only times he would are if you’re not available (like out of town unavailable) or if he’s in a rut and you’re just taking too long to come home :((

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Marking: He's a bitter like I said but Tighnari also likes to admire the scratches left on both of you after an intense round. Really likes to trace them with his eyes as you both cuddle or as he takes care of them.

Breeding: I’m totally not adding this because of his fennec fix urges lmao (I am a little), but it doesn’t matter what you got downstairs, your hole will be stuffed with his cum to the point of overflowing.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Tighnari isn't picky about where you do it but he favors the bedroom slightly above the rest. It's just far more comfortable and there's less of a chance of being interrupted by a patrolling Forest Ranger or some random hiker

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Let him drown in your scent and he's yours. Also, he’s really sensitive when you kiss or drag your tongue over his Adam’s Apple ;)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He likes the risk but he's not stupid enough to risk your safety. He likes to play around with strange mushrooms and flowers but if he doesn't know everything about them - effects, antidotes, the like - then he's not bringing it around you. (But that’s honestly what any good lover would do).

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Honestly??? He’s got no preference. However, there is one pro when it comes to sucking him off: you get to see his ears cutely twitch.

A natural when he goes down on you. It’s partially due to his boldness and lack of hesitation. With minimal kitten licks, he dives right in like he might die if he doesn’t get a taste of you right that second. Bonus points when he looks up at you through his lashes too - it's really a sight to behold.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He's honestly a mixed bag, he can go either way most days. It also depends on the circumstances: did you tease him? How much time do you both have on your hands? What are your preferences in the moment? As a default though he leans slightly more on the fast side.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

"Really? Now? Right before I'm suppose to leave for patrol?" He'll act like it's an inconvenience but really he doesn't mind. If either you or he are feeling needy before one of you have to leave or are expecting company he's not opposed to busting out a quick round. Just to satisfy you both until later where you have all night to play.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Again, dude's got no fear. Can and will fuck anywhere he wants (with your consent of course). Forest? Hell yeah. In the Akademiya? Oh how it’d piss the higher-ups off! Tighnari also doesn’t mind introducing new things he thinks you might like or something he wants to try, always opening up with “there’s something I’d like to try, if you’d let me?”.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Tighnari in heat can go for what feels like forever even though it’s really only a mighty 7 or 8 rounds. When he’s not in heat however, the Forest Watcher averages about three. He’s always able to take some time before orgasming.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

KINKY TIGHNARI 🥵😫 (I thought it once and I’m never going to let it go, it’s permanently stuck in my head)

Owns every fucking toy under the sun (exaggeration but damn close to the truth). Loves using them and doesn’t mind bringing them into the bedroom with you either. For himself, has a favourite combo between a dildo and a cock ring (vibrating or not doesn’t matter to him). He just fucking loves bouncing on it, hitting that one sweet spot with the added stimulation from the ring.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Nodding my head vigorously. He so loves to tease you. “What? Did you really think I was going to touch you? Just like that? You’ve got me all wrong.”

Fucking loves teasing your nipples too. No explanation, it is what it is.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

If you manage to catch him off guard he’ll moan really loudly and slutty before growing red at the lewd sound ;) Tighnari whines and whimpers more than he does moan. He’s usually not too load but when he gets lost in pleasure, drunk on you, he can get pretty loud that people passing by will hear it

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Enjoys seeing you in lingerie and would die a happy fox if you surprised him in a black set, body draped along his bed as you await for him to unwrap his unexpected gift.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Average length, ‘bout 5 to 5 and a half inches. Definitely has a little more girth to it though. Has a prominent vein that travels along the side of his dick. Is a grower.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not overly high, like it’s there but its also not. Before meeting you and before things in Sumeru calmed down there was just so much to do. Withering Zones, Elezar, the Akademiya constantly bothering him, the list goes on. The only time it's high is during the season *wink wink*

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

After catching his breath, going through the motions of caring for you both and finally laying down, Tighnari is asleep after 10 to 20 minutes, provided there’s minimal post-sex talk. He doesn’t mind chatting so if you do then he’s out after about 45 minutes.

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#tighnari x reader #tighnari x reader smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #tighnari x gender neutral reader #genshin tighnari #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact tighnari #tighnari smut #—val writes

[fallingdownhell]

If polyamory relationship requests are A-OK with you, could I request Al-Haitham and Kaveh with a reader that acts as a mediator between the two.

She's a woman who, despite her soft-spoken and sweet nature, is also rather sharp-tongued and witty when she's in an argument with someone. No matter how many squabbles those two get into, she's always there to settle things.

Many find it odd that two brilliant men like Al-Haitham and Kaveh would want to be someone like reader. Sure, she's got a pretty face but that's it. She's not an Akademiya scholar, or even some genius (in eyes of shallow people at least). She is but an ordinary fish farmer who uses her Hydro vision to cultivate and harvest her aquatic animals.

If only they knew about the love and care these three share (hey that rhymed) with each other.

I hope this turned out okay. I personally don't have any experience with poly relationships, so I hope I did somewhat good with it. Pairing: Alhaitham x Reader x Kaveh Content: female reader (she/her pronouns); polyamory relationship; established relationship; fluff; general relationship headcanons Word count: 830 words Enjoy guys<3

the first impression anyone would get when they'd see the three of you interaction with each other, would often be one of two things

they either think you guys are siblings, or just really, really old friends that go way back together

and they'd be right, at least about the friend aspect

because that's actually how this whole dynamic started out several years ago

you've known Kaveh and Alhaitham for almost half your life now, and as far as you remember, those two have always bickered and you have always been in the middle of it, trying to appease them every time

somewhere along the way, feelings came into the mix as well. If asked now, you couldn't tell who caught feelings for who first, though a certain blonde would still vehemently deny any sort of feelings for his roommate

but behind closed doors, when you're all in the private of your shared home, things tend to be different

to the public eye, it's you who keeps the relationship together. Regulated, if you would. You constantly break up the sassy bickering between Kaveh and Alhaitham, being the voice of reason in any argument

you help Alhaitham with organizing his work papers, sort his books at home, you remind him to eat and drink when he's too focused on a new book again that he forgets to do those tasks himself

with Kaveh, you help him keep track of his approaching deadlines with clients, help him find inspiration for a new project and always lend a listening ear when he needs to vent his frustrations to someone, especially when they involve his nosy roommate again

and in return, the boys support you in your line of work as well. Your job may not be the most noble or important one, but you enjoy doing it, and that's all they need to know in order to support you

they come up with new ways to implement your hydro vision with you, making your job easier for you further and further. Alhaitham tends to do some research on the types of fish you plan on cultivating while Kaveh enjoys to decorate the fish tanks according to their desires on habitats

it's always been a mutual give and take in this relationship, a silent agreement, if you will, that they will always support each other in their doings, even if one or two mean comments will be thrown out there alongside it

if asked what their favourite thing about you is..

Alhaitham's answer is very quick to come, almost like he had only waited for the day someone would ask him that question. He enjoys the way you get passionate about the things you love and enjoy. Even if he's not the most knowledgeable in a certain subject, he can and will listen to you rambling on for hours on end about it, simply because of the way your eyes light up when you get to talk about it

Kaveh says that he likes a lot of things about you, but if he had to choose, then it would be your easygoing, patient nature. No matter how much stress he's currently under, you always have a way to calm him down, make him destress so he can think clearly and logically again. Suddenly, the impending deadline doesn't seem so bad anymore and he's got a clear head again. He could kiss you every time again when you do that, it helps him out so much!

Oh, but don't be mistaken. Just because you're usually calm and relaxed doesn't mean you can't get feisty. Especially when dealing with rather rude people, you tend to loose your temper on them from time to time. Those are the moments where the boys need to let you vent to them, if they want to avoid an incoming hospital bill because you decided to finally act on some of the threats that leave your mouth while in such a pissed off state

when it comes to affection, you and Kaveh are definitely the most cuddly and affectionate within the relationship

Alhaitham often acts annoyed when one of you (or both) asks for cuddles, but he never refuses, either. Most of the time, it's him in the middle of the bed, you and Kaveh plastered on one side of him, cuddling up against him like this

and the scholar doesn't admit it out loud, but he does rather enjoy those cuddle sessions, enjoying the warmth and embrace of the two people he values most in this life

overall, communication is key in this relationship. It happened one too many times that a comment has been taken too far, hurting the feelings of the other too much, so there are now certain rules in place to prevent something like this from happening again

but despite all that, the love you share between you all is clear as day, even to the public eye. They just choose not to comment on it, for their own sakes

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader headcanons #genshin impact x reader headcanons #alhaitham x reader #kaveh x reader #alhaitham x you #kaveh x you #alhaitham x kaveh #kaveh x alhaitham #kaveh headcanons #alhaitham headcanons #kaveh x reader headcanons #alhaitham x reader headcanons #kaveh x reader x alhaitham

[bradshawsbitch]

secret love song | natasha trace x f!reader

disclaimer; happy valentines my loves! for all of us wlw ladies, I decided to write a Natasha x female reader for @roosterforme's #love is in the air tgm challenge! based loosely around the song 'secret love song' by little mix.

warnings; 18+, smut, fingering, condescension (if you squint), dom/sub dynamics, afab!reader, she/her pronouns, smidge of yearning/angst, some fluff, mentions of eating/cooking, mentions of floydshaw (how could I not?), breakfast in bed, pet names.

description; natasha is determined to give her girlfriend a good start to their valentine's day together.

tags for people who may enjoy; @sebsxphia @lt-bradshaw @rhettabbotts @roleycoleyreccenter @theharddeck @laracrofted @mothdruid @hangmanbrainrot

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‘why can’t i hold you in the street? why can’t i kiss you on the dancefloor?’

Natasha gazed at the soft rise and fall of your upper body as she took in her girlfriend's sleeping form. Soft sunlight filtered in through the sheer fabric of the curtains that you had hung up the moment the two of you had moved into your house together. Hair spilled over the soft pillow that your face was nuzzled into, and Nat had to fight the urge to gently let her fingers caress over the tresses and down your spine. Fluttering eyelashes tickled your cheeks, and Natasha would never want to wake you, not when you looked so serene. 

Picking up an over-sized button-up in a faded sage color from the floor, Natasha made her way downstairs into the large kitchen. The softness of the linen shirt felt soothing against her skin as she opened up the refrigerator, gazing at the groceries the two of you had gotten yesterday. Today was Valentine’s Day, and the first where the two of you were actually girlfriends. The mere thought of you being Nat’s girlfriend had a small smile playing on her lips, heart beating just a bit faster, and butterflies fluttering somewhere deep in the pit of her stomach. Picking out the bright red strawberries, along with eggs and milk, Natasha slowly moved about the kitchen to prepare breakfast in bed for her love.

The small smile that had tugged on the corners of her lips turned slightly woeful as she reminisced on the time before you were her girlfriend. Her heart ached in her chest as she thought of the countless times she had laid in bed, alone, tears rolling down her cheeks as she thought that maybe she would never get to experience the loving familiarity of holding someone in her arms. Perhaps she was not meant to hold hands with a sweet girl in the streets, not meant to sway close together on the dancefloor and share soft, sweet kisses as her girlfriend tucked her hair behind her ear.

‘i wish that we could be like that, why can’t it be like that? ‘cause i’m yours’ 

Natasha had met her now girlfriend a couple of years earlier, it had been love at first sight for Nat. Something about your laughter, your smile and your genuine care for others truly had her melting every time your gaze met hers, sharing that sweet, secret smile that you seemed to reserve for only her. 

Natasha had pined in secret over you, and she imagined Bob knew the inns and outs of you as well as she did for all of the times she’d needed to let all of her feelings out. Bob had listened patiently as his pilot time and time again had told him all about how astounding you were, how she wished she could braid your hair, how she wanted to kiss you and hold you in the Hard Deck like all of the others did with their significant others. Even Bob and Rooster showed some PDA sometimes at the ‘Deck, leaning against one another and sharing soft smiles as they held hands, giving the other the occasional peck as they played pool.

Bob had been the one to tell her to ‘stop fucking whining and get on with it ‘Nix!’ - Phoenix wasn’t as surprised anymore as she had been in the beginning when Bob had gotten comfortable around her. The man swore like a true sailor, and he truly did not have time for any bullshit. That’s what she loved about her backseater. No nonsense. Only love for the people he cherished, and sage advice when it was needed. 

Of course, before he had shared this wise notion with her, he had tried countless times coaxing her gently - reassuring her that you did indeed pine for her too. It had taken two months after that particular night at the Hard Deck, watching you twirl on the dancefloor in that beautiful yellow sundress of yours. Natasha had watched you reject Hangman for the umpteenth time, the cocky pilot merely smirking at Phoenix in an ‘I told you so’ manner.

Who knew Hangman to be so perceptive? 

She watched you laugh and joke around with Payback, and challenging Coyote to a game of darts as the night went on. You blended in so perfectly, and yet Phoenix just wished you were perched on her lap, making easy conversation with Rooster and Bob as her fingers caressed your thighs. 

Phoenix hadn’t had the guts to ask you out that night, and it had taken countless more pep talks with Bob before Natasha and you had made it on a first date. In the end it hadn’t even been Nat who made the first move, it was you. It had made Natasha’s heart soar watching your eyes twinkle as you nervously confessed to your feelings, heart clenching at the unsure and slightly scared look that hid in your eyes.

‘why can’t i say that i’m in love? i wanna shout it from the rooftops’

Natasha could only smile fondly at the memory now, but the memory of the countless nights with tears streaming down her cheeks and chest aching with longing for your touch and your love still made a small stitch of hurt churn deep within her chest. Shaking her head, Nat moved softly around the kitchen, careful when she brought out the pan she needed, setting it down as quietly as she could so as to not wake her girlfriend.

Whisking together the ingredients she knew by heart, soon enough the sizzling of the pan, that was filled with pancake batter, could be heard through the homey kitchen that was littered with pictures of the two girls. Most of them hung proudly on the refrigerator door. Nat knew that gifting you that pink polaroid camera had been a good idea - the pictures taken with it were some of her favorites. 

As the pancake rose slowly in the pan, Natasha busied herself with cutting up strawberries and setting plates down on a large tray. Flipping the pancake after a few moments, she then moved on to fill a small vase and place a singular red rose in it to decorate. When the two of you had been grocery shopping a few days before, Natasha had picked out small heart shaped little decorative confetti which she had placed all over the tray beneath the plates. She smiled softly at her work, and let out a small giggle at how excited she knew you’d get when you saw it.

Assembling the various treats she’d prepared for your breakfast in bed, Natasha slowly made her way up the stairs to your bedroom, where you lay on your back now. The sheet had slid down to your waist, and the soft sunlight made your skin glow so perfectly on your bare upper body that Nat almost dropped the tray where she stood in the doorway. God, you were stunning. 

“Wake up, beautiful,” Natasha murmured softly as she set the tray down on her side of the bed. A soft, unintelligible murmur was all she could hear as your reply. Moving slowly, Nat gently climbed onto your side of the bed, letting her lips gently grace against your cheek, placing the softest of kisses to your nose - which promptly scrunched up cutely in response to the feather light touch. 

“Nat… baby, it’s so early,” your voice was riddled with sleep, hands moving up to cover your eyes. Phoenix only giggled and shook her head “It’s already 8, gorgeous… I made us breakfast,” murmuring softly, Nat placed her lips onto yours for a soft, chaste kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” Natasha continued, letting her hand softly stroke your cheek. At the sound of that sentence, your eyes flew open, a sad look overcoming your features.

“Natasha!” you exclaimed, a small pout forming on your face “we were supposed to make pancakes together,” that soft, sad whine really tugged at Natasha’s heart strings, but she only smiled softly as she straddled your midsection. “Baby, please don’t be upset… I really wanted to give you breakfast in bed. Promise we can cook lunch together?” Natasha’s lips softly came in contact with her girlfriends sensitive throat, slowly working up towards her ear.

“You don’t fight fair, Trace…” you sighed, your hands coming to rest on Natasha’s hips, your grip tightening slightly as Natasha’s tongue licked a small trail down your neck. “C’mon, baby… our pancakes will get cold,” Nat smirked, sitting up right before she removed herself from your body. A soft groan left your parted lips, but the smile that followed let Nat know you appreciated the gesture. As you took in the sight of the breakfast she had prepared, your lip wobbled slightly as tears accumulated in your eyes - it was official, Natasha Trace was the most beautiful girlfriend ever. 

“Baby…” your voice shook with emotion “this is so sweet! The little hearts! When did you sneak those into our cart?!” your smile was enough to have Nat giggling as she sat cross-legged before you, as you sat up to join her, pecking her lips lovingly. “Thank you,” you told her sincerely before your lips met again in a chaste kiss. 

‘it’s obvious you’re meant for me, every piece of you it just fits perfectly’

Enjoying the leisurely breakfast together as the sun filtered through the window could only be described as serene. You couldn’t help but feed Natasha strawberries every once in a while, mostly because she looked so adorable when you fed her, but also because the feeling of her soft lips against your fingertips had your stomach doing somersaults.

And when she, after the fifth strawberry, seemed to catch on to your scheme, she smirked softly, letting the juice of the strawberry slowly drip from her lips as he gently nibbled at the pad of your finger which lingered on her parted lips.

The surprised gasp that fell from your own lips was soon followed by the smallest of whimpers, heat rising through your abdomen, up to your chest. 

“Natasha…” you breathed, as you leaned in closer to her smirking face. Her hand slowly tangled itself in your hair, tilting your head back slightly as she hummed “Yes, baby?”

“Please,” you whined, eyes fluttering shut as you felt your girlfriend's small sporadic tugs at your strands.

“Please what, honey?” Natasha murmured, slowly letting her lips ghost over your exposed neck. Breath hitched in your throat, your reply of ‘need you’ was slightly stuttered, punctuated by a soft moan as Nat latched onto a particularly sweet spot on your neck, giving it the same treatment as your finger.

Breakfast forgotten, Natasha couldn’t help but giggle softly against your neck as she gently pushed you backwards down towards the fluffy pillows again. Her lips ghosted over sensitive skin, drinking in the melodious sighs and sounds that left parted lips as she pressed her body into yours, her lips soon finding their home against your own. 

The soft touch of your hands against her ribs made Natasha shiver, her tongue slowly caressing your bottom lip as her own hands wandered leisurely towards your exposed chest. Her nimble fingers swiftly found their target, rolling your nipples in between them, alternating between letting her whole palm massage your breast gently and pinching at your nipples, swallowing your every moan as she went.

Giving your lower lip a gentle nip, Nat’s mouth and tongue drew a wet path down your collarbones before her tongue swirled slowly over your other nipple.

Loud moans and whimpers tore from your mouth, your back arching as your fingers wound tightly into Nat’s dark tresses, pressing her closer and closer to your chest as she sucked and gently teethed at your sensitive skin. 

“Phoenix!” the cry tumbled breathlessly from your lips just as the fiery rays of the red sun exploded into the room, and Natasha wouldn’t be ashamed to admit that hearing you use her call-sign was much more of a turn on for her than it should be. At some point during her worship of your chest, your soft thighs had spread for her, and Natasha found herself softly grinding her thigh into your slick heat, your whimpers and moans for her driving her wilder by the second. 

“Nat!” you gasped “Please, baby… I need you, need you in me!” God, Natasha swore she could die happy hearing your needy little whimpers for her. Inching her other hand slowly in between your bodies, Nat paused as she cupped your slick folds in her hand, softly letting her finger slide in between them. 

“Aw, does my sweet honey need that pretty pussy fucked, hm?” Natasha cooed, releasing your nipple to look at your squirming form and pouty face - lips swollen and eyes shiny. Big eyes gazed back at her, your head bobbing furiously in a nod as Phoenix smiled down at you, the red rays of the sun giving her a fiery halo.

Licking her lips, Natasha slowly let her fingers delve into you, letting the heel of her palm rest against your clit as she slowly pumped two fingers in and out of your wetness. A sigh of relief left you as your head tilted back into the pillows, eyelids fluttering close as a dull ache was being relieved, slow building pleasure rolling over you in steady waves as you started to come apart in your girlfriend's palm. She held you, in the palm of her hand, she always had - it was just more noticeable now when your body nearly went limp at her movements.

“C’mon baby, taking me so well, sweetheart���” Nat cooed as your moans and whimpers came closer together, your chest rising and falling more rapidly as Natasha’s fingers fucked into your pussy, curled slightly to hit that sweet spot that made your slick coat Natasha’s hand, slowly trickling down her wrist. 

“Let go for me baby” Phoenix murmured as she kissed your cheeks, your lips, your neck “I’ve got you, honey - fall apart on my fingers, beautiful,” she gently coaxed you, her fingers barely leaving your heat, opting to thrust and massage at that sweet spot until your high pitched cries ebbed out into a string of drawn out moans as you gushed all over Natasha’s fingers, legs trembling as she held you in her arms, helping you ride through that immense high.

“Nat,” you whined as she slowed her movements, her fingers still deep in your cunt, feeling you fluttering around them as the last of your orgasm ebbed away “Natasha— Phoenix,” you were whimpering now, glittering tears running slowly down your cheeks as the pleasure got too intense.

“Such a good girl, so good for me baby - well done,” Phoenix cooed as she slowly let her fingers slide out of you, placing a loving kiss on your parted lips before offering you her soaked fingers, which you greedily accepted into your mouth - suckling happily at them as Natasha helped place you in a position where she was holding you, your head resting on her chest. 

“Fuck, ‘Tash…” you moaned as you let your tongue swirl one last time around her fingers. Natasha’s other hand had found the back of your head, soothingly scratching at your scalp. 

“Did that feel good, my sweet girl?” Nat cooed, smiling into your hair “Yeah,” the whimper was borderline pathetic as you started mouthing at Phoenix’s tits, resting your cheek against her arm, suckling on her nipple and sighing at the comforting feeling, relishing in hearing the sharp intakes of breath and soft moans that Nat let out every once in a while as she held you. 

The two of you weren’t in a hurry - you had all day to worship each other's bodies. All day, all night, for the rest of time.

#natasha trace x reader #natasha phoenix trace x reader #natasha trace x you #natasha trace imagine #my writing #smut #natasha trace smut #love is in the air tgm

[moon-huny]

Stole the Moon - Chapter Five

CW: My content is not for anyone under 18. Minors DNI. You're kidnapped, hostage situation, standard pirate stuff. Smut. Like the whole thing. p in v. she her pronouns

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: After the events of going ashore with Buggy, you demand answers, he gives them ... and then some.

A/N: It's that time ya'll. I think I am getting a bit better at the whole smut writing thing but I still never know how to end these kinds of chapters. I hope it was worth the wait.

I always feel like smut is so hard to write in character so send me some recs you have of Buggy smut I can read for inspiration.

I was a little disappointed in my chapter last week. I had a lot of ideas I wanted to get out and I think having all those ideas lead the chapter to suffer.

Okay, that's all, enjoy.

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To experience the feeling of floating, only to come crashing down so hard made you unsteady even in your seat, yet you stood up to leave.

“Ya know,” you began your closing remarks for the temperamental man. 

He had turned away from you leaning against his desk, arms crossed. He was so stiff that the muscles in his back flexed through the thin fabric of his billowy linen shirt. Long locks of blue hair cascaded down around him. Even from this angle he was a vision, and for you, in this moment, the idea of leaving him was painful. 

“If I didn’t know any better,” you continued. A mix of heartache and frustration and anger. “I’d say you were scared of me.”

He scoffed, his body jolting with the dismissive sound. “Oh baby, you don’t scare me.”

He turned to look his nose down at you. He wanted to make you feel small, unimportant. He wanted to take all the power he knew you had over him and wring it out like wine in a white table cloth.

But the moment he turned to look at you standing there, your beautiful body illuminated in the moonlight, he couldn’t control himself. Your eyes didn’t even attempt to hide the ache you had for him. You looked at him like he was a work of art and Buggy realized that he could die happy if it meant you would always look at him like that. 

He was already stained.

“You frighten me, step terrify me, step horrify me, step petrify me.”

He had to stop moving toward you, had to find a way to stop himself in his footsteps as they continued their trajectory to you. He paused, just before he would have been close enough to feel your warmth radiating from you.

“Tell me,” you said. “What is it about me that has you so frightened?”

Your captor stood before you, unable to say anything. All he could do was look at you. For once he was speechless. He would not dare tell you of your power. To do so would be a death sentence especially on the night of a full moon.

“You know what I think? I think you can’t tell me. I think it has something to do with how that man died on the pier and you are too worried about your own safety to tell me.”

As anger rose up in your chest so too did your words rise in volume.

“Are you worried what I’ll do to you, Buggy? What I might be capable of if I found out. Under your control, under your will I could be whatever you wanted me to be, right? I could help you reach the Grand Line. I could be your little weapon.”

He felt his jaw tighten at your accusations. Buggy would rush over to you, he would shut you up, but god … if he were to touch you again, in this room, in your sweet little dress, he wouldn’t be able to stop from falling off the edge. He simply stood, still, face pulled into a scowl.

“You know, I bet you left me alone on purpose. I bet you wanted me to get in some trouble on that roof. You wanted me to have to defend myself. I did that, didn't I? I killed that man, you know it and I know it. I remember watching the light leave his eyes. I do. I remember now. It is only a matter of time Captain that all those memories come flooding back so you better start talking.”

The ship began to rock, lightly at first. It began when you first raised your voice at him. As the captain of a vessel as magnificent as the Big Top, Buggy notices the little things. Now though, at the allegation of him leaving you on purpose, your anger caused the lights to sway, small items began to roll off of the tables.

You didn’t even seem to notice.

“You ungrateful little creature,” he began vollying back just as much anger as you’d sent to him. “I bring you onto my ship–”

“YOU KIDNAPPED ME!” The Big Top lurching as a particularly large wave hit the starboard side.

“I SAVED YOU!” he yelled back, shocking you. “I saved you from a life of inferior pirates, the kind that would tear you to shreds! You were about to spend your entire life being thrown back and forth between the lowest of the low who wouldn’t hesitate to do so much worse to you.”

“And that is an excuse?” you said. While no longer fueled by rage, a different calm anger surrounded you. “That is your excuse for locking me in a hole and keeping all of the secrets you’ve kept?”

He needed to say something, anything. This wasn’t just about making you pliable for him to use, this felt like so much more. It felt like you had held a mirror up to him and he had seen the face of a monster. And he was used to that – by the East Blue was he used to that. But your heat and your sweetness still lingered on his lips and so he needed to say something to mend the heart he could hear breaking in front of him.

“You –” he kept searching for the words he needed, but what to say? I wanted to protect you? I know what you can do? I need you? I’ve wanted you for so long? You’re everything?

All of it was too much, not true – or worse, too true. And then he realized, he could really just tell you the truth. He could soften your gaze, calm the swell of water he knew you were conjuring up.

“You’re just like me,” he said, his hand coming apart from him and floating to your face. “You and I are the same.”

In the warmth of the candlelight, you looked across the distance between the two of you and knew exactly what he meant. Your hand went up to touch his. You still weren’t completely sure of yourself, and it would take some time to learn exactly the kind of power you had, but the only self discovery you wanted to make was in his bed.

“I need you,” you whispered out. “Please.”

His heart felt torn from his chest. How could he say no to you? How could he look into your pleading eyes and turn you away? And yet, how could he do it – bed you, he means. How could he possibly survive being inside of you, hearing you cry out for him, pulling him in?

He decided to just let it all go and to stop asking questions he could answer tomorrow. But, he did have one rule, something that could possibly keep him from falling off the precipice.

“You can have me however you want, gorgeous, just keep those lips to yourself.” He joked, pulling his still disembodied thumb across your lower lip. He couldn’t kiss you again. It would make him drunk, it would poison him but he needed some upper hand, you couldn’t know all that you were capable of.

Sure, now you knew you had a devil fruit power planted inside of you, but he’d like to keep the secret that you had one of the most powerful pirates in the East Blue in the palm of your hand.

“Deal,” you said. His terms were strange, but the last thing you wanted right now was to dive headfirst into the sea that was Buggy the Clown-Pirate of The East Blue. It would be safer this way for you. Tonight wasn’t about falling in love, you just wanted to ease the tension and feed the hunger.

“Good,” he replied. His voice lowered to a growl. His gaze upon you darkened and you felt your heart speed up.

He leaned himself back against the desk. Lifting his left arm to his side, he sent the full appendage over toward you. You turned to watch it push the chair you had previously sat in up against the backs of your knees. With his right hand still hovering near your body, he gripped your throat and forced you down into the chair.

“Relax, baby,” he said, his arm floating back to him. “I just want to watch you. You think you can do that for me? Follow my orders and let me play with you for a little bit?”

You nodded.

“Very good,” he presented his gloved hand out in front of you. “Can you take this off, pretty girl?”

Your own hand reached up to carefully tug at each of the fingers of his glove, loosening the perfectly fitting fabric off of him. Once all of his fingers were free, you pulled the white fabric off of him. All the while he watched you work on your task, letting you explore the sensation of him. He could feel you too, of course. Your hand, smaller by comparison, unwrapping him like a little gift. He thought of all the ways he could toy with you. Your hand pressed into his, your fingertips just barely brushing one another. It could still be so hard to believe that this was his power. 

His hand flew behind your neck. Between his thumb and forefinger he rubbed little circles into your tense muscle right at the base of your skull. The sensation was soothing and gentle and he knew just how much pressure to use to make you really feel it but not to cause you pain.

“You're so tense, sweetheart. I really want to make you feel good. Will you take the straps of your dress off? Just slide them down your shoulders baby, I’ll hand-le the rest.” He let out a stupid little chuckle.

His hand moved from its place massaging your aches and pains. His flat palm pushed itself into your hair at the base of your scalp and made gentle little scratching motions that sent you into a total bliss. He knew how to be rough, how to choke and push and shove you, but he could also make you melt.

Your hands came up to lay atop your shoulders and delicately drew the straps of your dress down until they hung limply off of you.

“Good girl, look at how relaxed you are for me. So obedient. It wasn’t too hard to get you like this was it? Daddy just had to be sweet to you, hmm?”

The hand at the back of your head snaked its way down around your neck, his fingers petting their way down your chest until they reached the top of your dress. He pulled it down, unclothing your breasts.

Your arms immediately on instinct went up to shield yourself from his view. Call it insecurity or shame but you suddenly felt nervous at the thought of him seeing you displayed like this.

“Oh come on pretty,” he teased. “Don’t hide from me. It is way too late for that.”

He didn’t need to do anything to you, the tone of his voice was enough to make you drop your modesty. To rebel now, the threat that he might stop after you had already become so wet from his slow teasing and sinful praise.

“Look how beautiful you are,” his eyes burned into you. Your eyes glanced down to see a slowly growing tent forming in his loser outfit.

He spread and flattened his palm. The flexed appendage brushing light little circles into the hard nippple of your left breast. The little teasing movement and position offered enough stimulation to arouse, but not nearly enough for a feeling of relief. Your body arched into his touch.

“Ah ah ah,” he tutted. “You’re getting greedy.”

“Please,” you sighed. “Just a little more … it feels good.”

“Oh gorgeous, I know it feels good.” He could tell by all of the gasps and little hitches in your unsteady breathing since he began his assault on you.

“But you have to let me,” his hand squeezed into the flesh of your tit causing you to moan out. “Take care of you,” he finished, punctuating his sentence by pulling on your sensitive little bud before making his way to your other.

As you writhed against his touch, Buggy felt himself grow more and more impatient. He was already so hard beneath his belt and wanted to quench the flame burning inside of him. But more than that, he wanted to watch you come undone for him.

“Pretty, so so pretty,” his voice sent shivers down your spine as he continued to massage and work the supple flesh of your chest.

You’re not sure what came over you, maybe it was desperation to have him lower, to stop the teasing and to let him finally take you further.

“Captain, I need more … please … it’s so, you’re so,” Captain. You called him captain.

He never felt something go straight to his cock so fast. The way you sit there across from him, gripping the armrests of your chair and begging for him. Your eyes half lidded, lips wet and body keening for more of him.

“My girl, you can have whatever you want.” 

His hand moved further down your body and reached under your skirt. Through the thin lacy fabric he could feel you. He let out a groan and the feeling of the small wet patch on his fingertips.

“I have thought about this pussy since the moment we touched, you know that?”

He ripped your underwear down your legs causing you to jump in surprise from the sudden roughness. His hand quickly flew back up to find your soft little button he knew would send you closer to the edge.

You stifled a moan in the back of your throat coming out as more of a whimper. He slyly smiled and continued the little circular motions on your clit. With his other hand, he gripped the desk next to him.

“All I could think about was how you’d feel cuming around my fingers,” he slowly pushed two fingers into your slick cunt. The soft warm walls of you sucking him in.

He was going too slow. The friction you needed just barely out of your control. You began to rock and buck your hips into him.

His eyebrows raised at your eagerness. He began to slow his pumping fingers completely enamored by you chasing and taking your own pleasure from his hand. Using him like your own personal toy.

“Fuck… you feel so good Bugs, oh oh my god.” You moaned out trying to angel your hips to reach further into you. “Please go faster, please you feel so good. Wanna cum, captain.”

There it was again, he was growing painfully hard now. Watching you fuck yourself, bouncing and moving your hips in a motion to find your sweet spot. You kept calling him captain. You were so pretty falling apart in front of him, but that name. 

Finally he felt that little rough patch as he curled his fingers and you gasped.

“Right there honey, is that the place?” He took control again, “I want to make you feel good.”

You leaned back in the chair, legs spread wide for him, one up draped on the armrest. The skirt of your dress was pulled up and your panties were wrapped around one of your ankles. Your arms came up over your head to hold the back of your chair. You were so beautiful.

As Buggy continued to hit the spot inside you, he felt an even greater need to fill you with him. He continued to speed the pace of his hand.

“Oh fuck Buggy I– Im– Im oh fuck fuck fuck,” you cried out.

He felt your pussy clench around him as you came. He wanted so badly to feel you around his cock, to feel that tight clench around his length. As you came down from your high you looked up to him, eyes droopy and mind clouded.

“Good girl,” he growled out. “Good girl, cuming for me so sweet like that.”

His hand floated back to him and settled into place. He stalked toward you as he sucked his two fingers – that were moments ago bringing you to climax – into his mouth. Your taste only fueled him. He would have to make a note to spend the rest of the night tasting you. He picked you up and threw you down onto the bed on your back.

“I just need you to lie here and keep making those precious little sounds.” 

You nod.

“You keep those eyes on me while I fuck you, yea? That’ll make me feel really good, baby, you keep those eyes on me.”

He pulled himself from his confines. After rolling his purple head through your slick floods and pulling a moan from you, Buggy pushed his tip in. Slowly at first but after getting one inch of seven inside he though might as well skip to the best part.

Shoving himself into you caused you both to cry out. Your head rolled back and eyes closed, gripping the sheets and blankets around you.

“Eyes. Open.” He commanded as he pumped himself into you.

“Holy fuck baby right – look right here. You like how this dick makes you feel? Feels good, yea? You feel so good. This tight pussy is all I want, s’all I think about. Fuck.”

His movements sped up. You were blushing at the way he praised you, the nasty way he spoke to you made you feel even hotter than you were after cuming like this.

“Shit! Okay, baby, shit – Daddy has to come now, your captain has to come where – where do you want – where can I –”

“Wherever you want, you can cum wherever you want,” you cooed, feeling your own second orgasm approaching. You liked the way he became so needy this close to his own high. You made a note to take advantage of that.

After a few more hits to your sensitive spot, your second orgasm rocked through you causing him to feel all of the little flutter of your body as he released into you. The sound he made was a stifled whine and a muddle of curses.

His head fell forward. His long blue hair covering his face. His hand came up to rank his fingers through his locks to look at you, his other arm propping himself up on the mattress hand planted by your head. Your face, blissed by your evening of pleasure, is a vision to him. 

“So, captain, huh?” he smirked.

“Oh please,” you said, rolling your eyes and pushing Buggy off of you so you can sit up to pull your dress back up. “I'm going back to Lettie and Marie’s room.” You said, standing up off the bed.

He grabbed your wrist causing you to spin around.

“If those two acrobats think they’re getting you tonight, they have another thing coming.”

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[drill-teeth-art]

From One Mask To Another

Soundwave and Mixmaster share a drink in a private meeting spot.

Content Warnings: None that I can think of, but feel free to let me know if I should add something here!

Note: Soundwave uses it/its pronouns in this. Scene under the cut !

“Y-y-you’re late,” Mixmaster said, leaning casually on the doorframe to storage room number 35-b. It was where the Constructicons kept excess materials that usually ended up dumped in his drum to be reworked. So only he really had any reason to be there. “Reason: Irrelevant,” Soundwave responded, running a quick check of the camera feeds around the storage wing. Mixmaster shrugged. “I wasn’t asking. J-just…observing.” He tilted his head slightly and looked off down one of the hallways, his lips curled into a small smirk. “Hook is in 78-c g-g-getting some corrosion resistant gloves. We sh-should duck inside. And keep quiet.” “Affirmative,” Soundwave confirmed Mixmaster’s statement with a quick peek into that hall on the camera feed, nodded slowly, and followed Mixmaster into the storage unit, shutting the door quietly behind itself. It didn’t inquire about Hook or the gloves. None of its business, and Mixmaster wasn’t the type to share excess information easily anyway. Soundwave watched as Mixmaster sat down and leaned against the wall. Soundwave noted the bit of hesitation as he sat which was new. It seemed a pain in his hip was bugging him, but Soundwave simply joined the Constructicon on the floor, Mixmaster taking note of the replacement mask Soundwave was wearing as it did. It was brand new. He could tell. It was lacking in all the scrapes and scuffs of the old one. But Mixmaster didn’t pry, simply offering Soundwave a cube of energon. “S-s-same as last time. Except I added a c-citrus flavor to it. Earth flavor,” Mixmaster said, smiling softly when Soundwave accepted the cube. “Appreciated,” Soundwave replied, turning away as it opened its mask to take a sip. Mixmaster turned his gaze away, not daring to peek at the tapedeck while it drank. Clearly it didn’t want him to. It never wanted him to. And to do so would violate the wonderful thing they had going on together. Meeting up for drinks and fooling around. No follow up questions allowed, though neither of them dared to say that part. “Assessment: Better than last time,” Soundwave said, offering the empty cube back to Mixmaster. “Ooo w-wonderful,” Mixmaster hummed as he took it back, pleased with his handiwork. “Would y-y-you like the recipe?” Soundwave paused for a moment. “Affirmative. Reason: Frenzy would enjoy it.” The mention of one of the cassettes was new. Mixmaster nodded amicably, sending the recipe to Soundwave over comms. After a moment or two of silence, Mixmaster started with his usual small talk. It was never anything with any real substance.

“I w-w-was in the repair bay th-the other night, cleaning the tools. You know they need to be scrubbed after use, so th-there I was. S-s-scrubbing.”

It was never anything interesting.

“And I figured I could just use b-b-bleach. But I didn’t want to just start mixing it with my usual c-cleaners. Cause a n-nasty reaction? No th-thanks!”

It was never anything new.

“So I decided to just use what I always did! No c-c-crazy experiments for me th-that night. Hahaha!”

It was always words devoid of information. Hollow stories that never mentioned any other Decepticon or any notable event or any feeling or thought, presented charmingly. He was always charming, social, put toegther. His act was well-rehearsed, deliberate in its lack of his thoughts, feelings, and relationships. Soundwave listened even though there wasn’t anything there to find. Mixmaster was good at pretending he had nothing to hide by talking a lot about nothing. Soundwave respected the routine as a mech of few words and a million secrets of its own. It was an act different from Soundwave’s own deliberate silence and one that worked just as well at keeping others out.

Mixmaster chuckled a bit as he poured himself another cube and sipped at it, having had a couple since he’d started telling his story. “Ah, I told you th-th-that one last time, didn’t I?” Soundwave nodded slowly. He had. Mixmaster knew when he started telling the story that it was the second time. Soundwave had seen him do that before. It was part of his character to be a bit forgetful even though he wasn’t. Mixmaster smiled at him knowingly. He knew Soundwave saw right through him. “Tell me about your d-day,” he purred before finishing his third cube of energon. It wasn’t a secret between them. The awareness of what the other was up to. They didn’t have to say it to know.

“Soundwave: Tended to security duty.” “H-h-how was it?” “Security duty: uneventful.” “Well, th-that’s good! What shift do you h-have tomorrow?” “Tomorrow’s shift: security duty.”

They each knew the other was a fraud, hiding behind the mystery and the mundane. A mess swept under the rug. A face under a mask.

“S-s-sounds nice,” Mixmaster moved over to sit on Soundwave’s lap, facing it. Soundwave set its hands on Mixmaster’s arms with an amount of tenderness no Decepticon other than a cassette had ever seen. And Mixmaster. The Constructicon’s hands rested on the tapedeck’s shoulders, and he flinched a bit as he started to lean down, his hip troubling him. Soundwave moved a hand quickly to support him. “Sorry th-th-thank you,” he muttered. “Accidentally b-banged it the other n-night…” That was new. An event. Some information. Soundwave’s vice grip on its silence slipped. “Understood. Not trouble. Rumble: helps Soundwave with weak knee joint sometimes.” Their gazes met, and for a moment they shared a silence filled with nothing but tension. No follow up questions. With no words spoken, they fell back on that rule. Mixmaster shut his optics and Soundwave opened its mask, and they held each other and kissed softly. Two frauds safely behind their masks again, keeping things quiet together.

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HAVEN. (3) -> Lee Know x Fem!Reader ( she/her pronouns )

summary: Welcome to your future, one you never could have imagined for yourself. Ever. It was only two years ago you and Minho renounced your Haven days, only to get swallowed by diapers and sleepless nights. For once, you think you're finally happy, but nonetheless, he finds you again.

words: 6k

warnings: infidelity themes, babies, no smut (sorry lol), hyunlix, violent themes (one punch is thrown), everyone is just still so toxic will they ever have any peace, if I forgot anything PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

a/n: Not sure how many people will like the turn this took. I don't know why this came out of me, and I don't know why I did such a huge time jump. I love this, however. This feels like an ending, but also like a stepping stone. Not sure this is over yet. ENJOY! xo

“Dada! Dada! Dada!” Is screamed from the high chair beside where you sit pulling apart pieces of banana, tossing them onto the tray for the little boy to eat.

“Baby! Baby! Baby!” Gets shouted back from the dark haired, sweater wearing figure with his back to you. Glancing over his shoulder, Minho smiles at your son, reassuring him he was still there, he was only cooking at the stove.

The house smelled of a mix of sweet and savory breakfast foods Minho had started preparing after you popped your baby in the bathtub. It was Saturday morning, which meant he had the day off- the entire weekend off, actually- leaving him with forty-eight hours to do his favorite thing. Take care of his little family.

When life shifted for the two of you, Minho wasted no time. In a week you were officially moved into his house with some help from Han and Chan, and for a year and a nine months or so, you’ve been living somewhat peacefully in your unexpected happily ever after.

Finding out you were pregnant didn’t come as much of a shock, if anything it became a nuisance. Almost like a reality check, or some type of wake up call, those two pink lines you discovered in Han’s bathroom put everything into perspective.

For nearly the entirety of the pregnancy, you were riding an unpredictable whirlwind of a rollercoaster. It was truly an unforgiving trip, one you never hope to experience ever again.

The chubby cheeks and cheesy smile that was being flashed at you this morning made it all worthwhile, however. Bringing your son into this world after debating whether or not you wanted to was the best decision you had ever made for yourself.

“Dada!” He shouts once again, with more persistence since Minho was focused on the pans in front of him. Turning back with a silly glare for the baby, your son erupts into a fit of giggles, throwing a chunk of banana onto the tiled kitchen floor to which Minho gasps.

“Not on the floor that hasn’t been washed in… forever,” Minho groans, then starts to laugh as he looks at you. Breaking off a piece of the fruit, you pop it in your own mouth and shake your head, wearing a smile.

“Someone should do something about that,” You say.

“If he’s gonna make more messes, why clean it in the first place?” Minho snickers, then focuses back on his work.

Slapping a hand on the tray, your son grabs a fistful of banana and holds it up in the air, turning you. 

“Don’t even think about it,” You say gently, smizing at your son. He cracks a smile, one that squishes his cheeks and almost closes his eyes as he showed off his few tiny teeth. He was a carbon copy of his father with his round face, soft jaw, and button nose.

Every time he smiled you were reminded of where he came from, his little grin had the ability to take over his expression just like his fathers, his eyes scrunched into little half moons just the same.

“Eat your banana,” You say, watching him relax as you continue to speak kindly to him, “It is so tasty, trust me, I’ve eaten more of it.” Rolling your eyes, you take another bite and hear Minho laugh from the stove.

“There’s two more over here, want another?” He asks, peering over toward you. Outside there’s a sound of a car pulling up into the driveway.

“No thank you,” You answer vaguely, leaning forward in your chair to try to see out the kitchen window. This neighborhood was typically a quiet one, and to get to your driveway one would have to take a detour down an alleyway not many people knew about. It was extremely rare to have surprise visitors.

“Is Han coming over?” You ask, standing up, “Ah!” You raise your voice in defeat as your son jackhammers the banana to the floor, laughing with glee.

“No, he’s away this weekend,” Minho mumbles, half in the zone as he glances around to find the source of your stress. Clicking his tongue when he caught sight of the squished fruit, he sighs and chuckles. He says some cute things to the baby as you fold your arms over your chest and step over to the back door to get a good look out the window.

A dark, sapphire blue four door model of an expensive sports car was parked beside Minho’s Range Rover, a car you haven’t seen a day in your life. The windows were tinted black, shielding whoever was inside from the outside world.

“Who is it?” Minho asks from behind you. He took matters into his own hands and was now feeding the banana directly to your son, who didn’t seem to want to put up a fight. If he had Minho’s attention, he was happy as ever. 

“Probably some lost jackass,” You mutter, squinting at the vehicle. 

This has happened before, random people pulling into your’s, or your neighbors driveways, looking for their way across town. It wasn’t a bougie way of live where you were living, in fact it was pretty run down, but it’s perfect for your family.

“Baba, baba,” Your son babbles with a mouthful of banana, “Baaaba!”

“Shit, I didn’t make one,” You sigh, turning to the boys for a second. Minho pops another piece of fruit between the baby’s lips and nods.

“I got it,” He smiles, checking you out head to toe as he walks towards the cabinets to prepare a bottle for your son.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Your cheeks flush after he winks at you.

“Can’t help it,” He playfully rolls his eyes, scooping formula from a tin, “You’re gorgeous.”

Giggling to yourself, you bite onto your bottom lip and glance down at your pajamas that were overdue for a wash. Your hair was pulled back messily and there wasn’t a trace of makeup on your morning face, you haven’t even showered yet, the baby was clean before you. Mom life wasn’t glamorous in the slightest, yet Minho had a way of making you feel like you were a million bucks every single day.

Giving him one more happy smile, your attention is turned back outside at the sound of a car door slamming shut. Long, sleek blonde hair pulled back halfway in a tie with angry brows and eyes glaring at you in the window are walking toward the back porch steps.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Your tone falls disgustingly bitter. The smile you once wore is smacked off your expression by the grimace moving closer to your door.

At the counter, Minho tries asking you what was going on, and who had shown up, though judging by your tone he could take a wild guess and hit a bullseye.

Snatching the handle of the door, you storm out onto the porch before the dominatrix has a chance to walk up the stairs. He walked with a purpose, his shoulders slightly raised in anger.

“What the fuck do you want, Hyunjin?” You spat, your stance wide at the top of the stairs so he couldn’t get past you. Looking up at you from the ground, he drags his tongue across his bottom lip, smirking, taking in the sight before him.

It’d been three months since the last time either of you were around one another.

If it were two years ago, you’d be sweating under pressure standing here dressed like this in front of him. The person you were before Minho and your son was weak for Hyunjin, you’d be insanely flustered and would rather drop dead than let this heartthrob see you without a shower.

More than one blessing came from having your son, you were gifted the ability to no longer care what other people thought of you, especially this asshole. Your priorities were to raise and protect your son, and nurture your relationship with Minho.

Hyunjin tucks a piece of his lightened hair behind his ear and places his hands on the railings of the stairs, lifting a foot to rest it on the bottom one. You copy his stance, asserting dominance, telling him with body language that he wasn’t getting inside your home.

“Answer the question,” You mutter, sharpening your eyes.

“Not even a hello,” Hyunjin sighs, the angsty smirk still playing on his lips, “You’ve changed.”

“I haven’t heard from you in three months, you don’t deserve a hello,” You say, “What the fuck do you want, before I call the cops.”

Narrowing his glare, he cocks his head to the side and quietly says, “I want my son.”

A loud, humorless cackle of disbelief escapes you. Tossing your head backward, you sigh heavily and can’t hide the fury that manifests as a maniacal grin.

“You’re unbelievable,” You say. Hyunjin doesn’t find it as funny as you.

“I want my son,” He says a bit louder, tightening his grip on the posts.

“Then you should’ve called the judge,” You throw in his face, “Three months, Hyunjin. Thats a looot of visits to miss, you broke the fucking agreement, and now you show up without permission, which is also against the agreement, and demand me to give you my son.”

The main reason you were unsure whether or not to become a mother was staring you in the face. In fact, it had to do with both men, the one taking care of the baby inside the house as well. That night at Han’s, after feeling sick for almost an entire month, the moment those lines appeared you were distraught, your heart ripping directly in half.

Coming out of a fresh break up, the two men you were romantically tangled up with had overlapped, leaving you unsure of who the child belonged to. 

Twenty minutes were spent on the bathroom floor in silent tears, but the boys in the house were too good, and knew you too well. Minho sat outside the door, waiting patiently, asking you every now and again if you were alright and if you’d open the door for him when you were ready.

Around the fifth time he asked, once you’d exhausted yourself with sobs, you pulled the doorknob and popped the door open a crack. Minho stepped inside carefully, pouting at the sight of you curled up in a ball on the floor. He sat down next to you, held out his hand for you to hold and let you tell him what was going on at your own pace. From the very first moment, Minho was nothing but supportive, respectful and loving. He stepped up and took on the role Hyunjin didn’t want even though there was a chance the child wasn’t his.

A couple of months into your pregnancy you were able to find out who was responsible for the little one, and Minho was on board straight away. He accompanied you to all of your appointments anyway, and you were living in his house, there wasn’t a second thought whether he’d want to help you or not.

Hyunjin was the one you had to chase. One would think if there was a fifty fifty shot that he’d be able to avoid this for the rest of his life that he’d want to take it, but it took Minho going through Han, going through Chan, going through Changbin, going through Felix to get to the bastard.

You prayed to a God you never believed in that the child was Minho’s. 

You wanted to be rid of Hyunjin.

Unfortunately that wasn’t your fate, and now you were stuck dealing with him whenever he decided he wanted to be a father.

Part of you wonders if the ring Minho put on your finger after your son was born had anything to do with Hyunjin’s need to still care.

“Our lawyers alway said that if we could work it out on our own we wouldn’t need to go to court,” Hyunjin’s tone mimics a taunt, like he’s talking down to a child. It boils your blood further.

“I’m dealing with you, I have to go to court,” You grill, “My son is a year and three months old. He’s going to start recognizing who is and isn’t around.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Hyunjin shrugs, finding nothing wrong with his unannounced visit. Groaning audibly, you laugh again in sheer frustration.

“It’s damaging, Hyunjin,” You shake your head, “You coming around every few months like he’s a dog who’ll be excited to see you no matter how long you’ve been gone. He’s a baby, this shit is psychologically damaging and I won’t let it happen to my son.”

“Our son,” Hyunjin smizes, knowing those words always got under your skin. Maintaining face, you harden your glare and clench your jaw. You said what needed to be said, he wasn’t getting his hands on that baby.

From inside the house you hear your little one belly laughing, which means Hyunjin can hear him too. The smirk he wore on his lips falters at the sound. If there was anything he loathed most about this situation, it was that you ended up with Minho.

“Oh, wow, he’s actually home?” He scoffs theatrically, “Thought he took any chance he could get to go to work. I heard flirting with customers for tips doesn’t make you much.” 

“You should really get your facts straight before you try to piss me off,” You say raising your brows, “Where do you get your information from? Minho hasn’t worked at the bar for like six months.” Prodding his cheek with his tongue, Hyunjin shakes his head and glances away. It was a tiny victory, stumping him when he tried to play his mind games that no longer affected you. Every time he came back, you only got stronger.

“Let me have him, I’ll bring him back tomorrow,” He says, shifting only his eyes over to you.

Grinning, you nod towards the car and say, “You even have a carseat? A crib? Bottles? Formula? Maybe a stroller?” He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him right off, “What do you even need him for? You didn’t want him!” Hyunjin slams his fists into the posts on the stairs, startling you.

“What if I want him now, dammit?!” He shouts.

You hear the door behind you open with a creak of the hinges. Keeping your glare fixed on Hyunjin, you watch with glee as his changes when he catches a glimpse of Minho over your shoulder.

“What’s going on?” Minho asks, looking down to Hyunjin with disgust. 

The man at the bottom of the stairs can’t seem to put together an answer, in fact it doesn’t seem like he’s heard what Minho’s said at all.

Turning your head, you find Minho close to the door with your son in his arms. The baby was content, laying back in the nook of Minho’s elbow sucking down the bottle that he made. The sight was enough to make anyone melt.

“I don’t appreciate the noise,” Minho, though coddling a baby, appeared defensive, “Especially while there’s children present.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, knowing Minho chose those words on purpose.

“It’s ten in the fucking morning,” He says.

“Language?” Minho furrows his brows.

“Please, you live with this one,” He points to you, “She’s no fucking Mary Poppins. When did you get so soft, Min?” Titling his head to the side, Hyunjin smirks infamously, again.

“A lot changes when you become a father,” Minho narrows his eyes, “But I don’t need to explain, you already get it, don’t you?” If looks could kill, Minho would be dead on the floor.

Stepping up onto the bottom stair, Hyunjin leans forward, ready to unload his meaningless bullshit, but the passenger door of his sports car is slammed shut, gathering everyone's attention from the porch.

“Hyunjin,” Felix’s deep voice shouts, “Let’s go.” Another boy you haven’t seen in three months. Though you’ve heard from him, you text almost every other day. Not much had changed, except his hair that was now black as night. He was still tall, lanky, baby-faced Felix.

He gives you a look, a sympathetic one, as if he’s apologizing to you.

“Really?” You frown, and Felix shrugs.

“I’m sorry,” He says, giving his head a small shake, “I tried to stop this.”

“Always,” Hyunjin groans dramatically, rolling his head backward, “You always have to take her side.” Felix takes three steps closer, folding his arms.

“I do,” His tone is stern. Looking back at you, his eyes flicker to the baby for a second, then back to you. “Y’okay?” He asks, his intention meaning something deeper.

“Be a lot better if I had a warning,” You say. Closing his eyes, Felix shrugs and shakes his head again. He knows better, he should’ve called, but then again you know how Hyunjin can be when he gets something in his head. It’s inevitable.

“We weren’t coming here,” Felix mutters, sending a glare toward Hyunjin who’s grilling his boyfriend right back, “Let’s go. I told you how to go about this, this isn’t it. I’m driving us home.”

Behind you the baby coo’s, shifting himself around in Minho’s arms to look where Felix’s voice was coming from. The bottle falls from his lips, Minho catching it quick before it rolls onto the ground.

Your son lifts a finger and points toward Felix, uttering a quiet, “Who?”

Sharing a look with Minho, you take a breath and say, “That’s Felix.”

“Vee-liss,” The baby tries to repeat, making Minho chuckle. His inquisitive little eyes scan his surroundings, and once they find you he reaches out his arms. “Mama,” He coo’s.

Scooping him up you prop him on your hip and smile as he gazes around the backyard happily, taking in every sight and every sound. Watching him experience life for the first time is something unimaginable, you almost forget that there’s trash on your doorstep.

Swapping your smile for a stone cold glare, you look down at Hyunjin who’s completely enamored by your son.

Eyes as big as the moon, Hyunjin watches the little one intently, slightly smiling at every tiny move he’d make. All four of you stood in silence, letting the child have a moment.

That was a thing parents did with others- sit around and watch their babies do things. Many evenings have been spent with Chan and Han on the living room floor while your son tore apart his toy box. Nights at Haven were a thing of the past.

You keep your eyes on Hyunjin while he watches your son, keeping an indestructible barrier around your heart. A master of charisma, you wouldn’t allow him to ‘puppy dog eye’s’ his way into getting what he wants today. 

Shit, that’s what gave you the very thing you hold in your arms.

“He’s beautiful,” Hyunjin whispers, not wanting to disturb the child’s admiration of nature. Sighing, you nod.

Three months ago he saw him through a car window. It was a measly glance, nothing of grandeur, happening just before Hyunjin snatched the child support agreement out of your hands to rip it in half. The day before his first birthday.

“He looks like you,” Hyunjin says, pulling his eyes away from the baby for half a second to look at you.

You scoff and pull a silly face, “Not in the slightest.”

Hyunjin makes a soft sound that warms the edges of the cold front you were projecting, a small laugh that tumbles you backward a couple of years. It was genuine, and you knew it was genuine because Felix gets him to make that sound often. At least, he used to when you’d be around them before the rapture.

Your son looks down at where the sound came from, finally acknowledging the human being a few feet in front of him, a moment you hoped wouldn’t happen.

Hyunjin gives him a smile.

Your son lifts a finger to point at him, saying, “Who?” And Hyunjins smile falters.

The light that started to pool in his eyes the second your son came out onto the porch was wiped away, like the only word your son knew how to properly say in the right context had physically hurt him.

Swallowing hard, you honestly aren’t sure what to say. Hyunjin hasn’t been a constant in his life, he didn’t have a name. 

Hannie, was his Uncle Han. Channie, was his Uncle Chan. The other boys, when they came around, got silly nicknames too, but these two weren’t around ever. You never expected them to need introductions.

“Who?” Your son asks again, looking to you for instruction. Meeting his eyes, you try to take a deep breath but feel like someone has wrapped a rope around your lungs.

Hyunjin is watching with a broken heart and a longing gaze, and Minho stands behind you with his arms folded, a protective foot away. One was his father, and the other was actually his father.

Hyunjin, though he put up a believable act today, you weren’t sure if he was going to split again.

So, through your teeth, you mutter a painful, “Jinnie,” just as your son was about to ask you who this man was for the third time.

Placing one hand on your shoulder and the other over your heart, your baby looks at Hyunjin and gives him a once over. A sassy habit of his when he was around anyone unfamiliar, something he inherited from none other than Hyunjin himself.

“Chi-nny,” The baby says.

“That’s me,” Hyunjin says gently.

Breaking your gaze off of your son, you look down to him in shock that he didn’t protest the name.

“Chi-nny, well, Mama,” Your son says, his tone sad, laying his head down on your shoulder. Biting your bottom lip you avert your eyes from Hyunjin and take a grounding breath.

He remembers him.

“Time to go inside,” Minho suggests, smoothing a hand over both of your backs. Hyunjin furrows his brows.

“Why?” He asks.

Thinning your lips for a second you bob your head, “Jinnie, yell, Mama,” You repeat clearly for Hyunjin to hear.

“What!” He screws his face up in confusion, beginning to raise his voice already, proving to the toddler that Jinnie, does in fact, yell at Mama.

“He remembers you,” You shrug, pulling yourself out of the baby daddy fantasy that was minutes away from ensuing.

Hyunjin nearly gasps, “Remembers… me?”

Rolling your eyes you say, “We were in the parking lot of the grocery store. I was picking up his birthday cake, you were visiting the liquor store next door,” Hyunjin glances to the stairs, “It was the first time in a long time I’d caught you, so I tried to give you the paperwork.”

“You took it from her, ripped it to pieces and screamed in her face,” Minho adds, giving your waist a soothing squeeze, “While this one watched from the window.”

The baby in your arms turns around to look at Minho, a grin breaking out onto his chubby cheeks, “Dada,” He coo’s, holding out a hand toward him.

Hyunjin whips his head up in a flash, eyes burning into Minho’s.

“Really? Kid calls you Dada?” He spats, “I’m half of him, and I get Jinnie?”

“Hyunjin,” Felix states, taking three more steps toward the stairs, “Let’s… go.”

The blonde takes a step, getting closer as he rises on the stairs. Behind you, Minho pulls you aside, taking your place at the top of the staircase. His arms fan out to hold onto the railings in case Hyunjin tried to slip through.

“You don’t deserve that title,” Minho grills, narrowing his eyes, “And last time I checked, you aren’t listed on the birth certificate, did you forget about that?” 

Hyunjin shoots you a chilling glare that’s broken in more ways than one.

Your son watches his father with caution, observing his behavior while cuddling up on your shoulder. Cradling the back of his head, you look over to Felix and plead him with your eyes to take Hyunjin away.

If anyone could remember what happened the last time these two went nose to nose, they’d want to end this as fast as possible.

Felix nods, dropping his arms to his side.

“Did you forget the kid’s a product of her cheating on you?” Hyunjin’s expression breaks out into a grin, making him seem proud, “Remember that?” He takes another step up the porch, and just before he’s eye level with Minho, who’s temper was rising by the millisecond, Felix is grabbing onto Hyunjin’s wrist.

Minho’s grip on the railings relaxes, color returning to his knuckles as he says, “You’ve gone soft, Jinnie,” Teasing him with his own words, letting the nickname hit him where it hurts, “Felix wear the pants now?” He says while Felix pulls Hyunjin down to the grass, giving Minho a look in the process.

“Minho,” You whisper harshly. Felix has done plenty for you since your son came into the picture, there was no need to talk down to him.

“Sorry, Lix,” Minho says softly, shaking his head.

The lanky boy locking Hyunjin under his arm is about to open his mouth until a car whizzing down your street takes the scene. It comes to a screeching stop at your curb.

“Oh, wonderful,” Hyunjin chuckles.

The car door slams shut behind an angry Chan walking up your lawn. Felix sighs in exhaustion, or frustration. Probably both.

“We’re leaving,” He raises his voice, holding a hand up to Chan, waving a white flag.

“You called Chan?” You whisper to Minho who gives you a smirk.

“Damn right you’re leaving,” Chan says, puffing his chest, stopping beside Hyunjin and Felix’s car.

Your son squirms in your arms, sitting up tall to shout, “ANNIE!”

He catches Hyunjin’s attention once more. Submissive in Felix’s grip while his boyfriend defends him, his gaze softens immensely, sending a shattering crack through the walls you’ve put up around you and your family.

Stumbling over his own feet as Felix guides him to the car, he’s acting like it’s going to be the last time he sees his son. Chan and Minho’s voices are ineffective, he can’t hear a thing they’re saying and neither can you.

Your little one digs his fingers into your arm, agitated by the scene ensuing around him.

“Let me get the door for ya,” Chan snickers, yanking the passenger door of the sports car open. Felix avoids eye contact, letting the bullets in the form of words rain down over them both.

Hyunjin grips onto the edge of the door, resisting Felix’s attempt to sit him down. He frowns, his lips pulling downward in a way they would before he’d cry.

Your son would make the same face.

Felix mutters something to him only the two can hear, and Chan, probably begging him to get in the car so he could avoid a physical end to this story.

“Need some help?” Chan questions sarcastically, rounding the door to grab onto Hyunjin’s arms, yanking them off of the door.

Hyunjin retaliates, tearing his eyes off of the baby, pushing Chan away on the chest. Then the Hyunjin you’ve come to know makes an appearance. Throwing a hand backward in form of a fist, he launches it at Chan, aiming for his jaw, but the Aussie catches it instead, jutting backward the slightest.

Flinching, Felix groans audibly and shoves Chan backward himself with his hip.

“Fuck off!” He shouts at him, “Chan, fuck off!” 

Holding his hands up, Chan smirks and takes two steps back.

“I like this Felix,” He says, “Control your man, yeah? You leave my family alone.”

Shaking his head, Felix finally gets Hyunjin into the car, slamming the door shut. He doesn’t say anything to Chan, nor to Minho. Instead, as he rounds the car he gives you a wave and gets inside.

“Bye!” Chan shouts happily, slapping the top of the car twice as it starts to back down the driveway.

The three and a half of you are quiet as you watch the shiny blue car disappear down the street.

A lump manifests in your throat, one that threatens to bring tears to your eyes. Your son, the very being who you swore to protect was experiencing his first moment of grief. And it was for you, of all people, because of his estranged biological father.

There’s a soft babble from your hip, the little one humming a few noises without care, happy the world around him was quiet once more. Taking a look at him he’s focused on you, gazing up with a look that resembles admiration.

He sits himself up properly, holding onto your shoulder with both hands, and smiles.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper to him, giving a smile in return.

Down on the lawn Chan was starting his way up the stairs, brushing his hands together, muttering, “He didn’t touch you did he?” to whoever was listening. Minho, shaking his head, extends a hand to shake one of Chan’s, and begins to explain the situation to him, gesturing toward you a couple of times.

“Maaama,” Your son says softly, bouncing twice, kicking his feet.

“Baaaby,” You sing, dipping your chin down to kiss his squishy cheek. He giggles, shying away for half of a second before he throws himself onto your chest, nuzzling his head against you with the cutest coo.

This is when the tears spill, overwhelming you to the point of a sudden, sharp breath.

Minho whips his head in your direction, eyes wide, Chan glancing your way as well.

“I’m okay,” You mumble, nodding your head a couple of times as the boys hurry to your side. Minho slides an arm over your shoulder, placing his hand on the back of your neck.

Massaging his fingers into your skin, he watches you calm yourself down, then says, “We can do something about this,” He sends a glance to Chan, “We can call our lawyer, see what we can do, or we can call the cops.”

“Yeah, he can’t get away with this,” Chan’s brows are furrowed deep into his eyes, “Disrupting your life unannounced is wrong in the first place, but he broke a contract. You guys could sue, probably.”

Minho swipes his thumb beneath your eyes, brushing away your tears. Falling quiet, he studies you, taking you in, not saying another word until you made up your mind.

You parented your son together, you made decisions together, you were raising him together, you loved him together, however, when it came down to the court, the agreements, the paperwork, the lawyers, the judges… Minho left a majority of that up to you. He shared his opinions and his feelings of course, to which you listened at full attention, taking them into consideration always, making sure he felt as involved as possible.

Minho was your son's father, he was your son's caregiver, he was the one who stayed, the one who stepped up when you could’ve been left with absolutely nothing. 

But, one day your son is going to ask why he doesn’t look like him. He’s going to go to school and learn about families and wonder why his friends have simpler family tree’s than him. When he meets new doctors, new people, and has to go over family history he can’t tell them about Minho’s, he doesn’t share an ounce of his DNA.

He’s going to ask questions. He's going to be curious. Knowing yourself, and Hyunjin, the son you shared was going to be a nosey little jerk at some point in time, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to cut off the source or not.

Looking at Minho now, shifting over to Chan momentarily, you can tell the two of them are ready to take action. They want to ruin him, finally put an end to the reign of terror, snuff out the darkness before your little one gains enough consciousness to know it’s even there.

“I can call whoever you want me to call,” Minho says quietly.

Parting your lips, hesitating for a moment, Minho perks a brow, on alert, until your voice paralyzes him.

“No,” You whisper. Your fiancé and best friend are stumped.

Your son has gone quiet, his chest rising and falling heavily against yours, being lulled to sleep by the sound of the birds chirping around you.

“No?” Chan says when he realizes neither of you were going to say much else, looking between you both in disbelief. Minho’s defeated eyes drop down the top of the baby's head. “You’re crying,” He gestures to you, then to Minho, “You’re furious,” He scoffs, “I’m pissed as fuck ‘cause I had to see his face, and now you’re not gonna do a thing about it?”

Taking a deep breath, focused on Minho, you give your head a slight shake, “No.”

“Honestly, what the…” Chan steps backward, dragging his fingers through his dark curls, “You could make money here, you could be done with him, like done with him for real this time, and you’re not gonna do anything-”

“Chan,” Minho snaps. Dropping his hands at his sides Chan turns and sighs. A thousand different things he could say flash through his expression before he even opens his mouth.

“Are you really not going to do anything?” He asks Minho, pausing between statements, emphasizing his frustration, “You’re going to move past this like it never happened? So that it can happen again? And again?”

Swallowing hard, the lump in your throat is back.

“I know you, and I know why you won’t open your mouth,” Chan grills, shooting you a look before he focuses back on Minho, “You’ve got everything you’ve always wanted and more. But, he’s still got his claws in deep.” 

“Oh my god,” You groan, rolling your eyes. Tipping your chin up a bit so you don’t have to look at either of them, you let a few tears slip down your cheeks. “Chan, shut up.”

“I’m just saying,” The Aussie shrugs, “To both of you even, it’s been well over a year, longer than that, and he is still messing with you guys.”

“I had his baby,” You sneer, glaring at him, eyes stinging. Sucking in a deep breath you continue, “Maybe it was a stupid decision, maybe I wasn’t thinking clearly because he still has his claws in deep, maybe I was worried this would be my only chance to be a mom, maybe I was pushing a boundary to see if the people who say they love me would stay-“

“You do a lot of that,” Chan nods, clenching his jaw, his own tears welling in his eyes. Minho points his eyes to the baby on your chest again, allowing you and Chan to hash this out yourselves.

Minho wouldn’t be here if he didn’t already know how you were. That was one thing none of your friends could get through their heads. 

The realization that you and Hyunjin were one of the same.

Unable to let go of one another, unable to cut the cord, like a couple of sadistic addicts that fed on the drama, that needed it to live.

It appeared in both of your lives differently, Hyunjin’s lying on the forefront for the world to see, while yours lied beneath the surface, a trauma in your subconscious fueling this desire you unknowingly led your life with.

Seemingly enough, you both ended up with someone willing to set your issues aside and put up with them… Or, ignore them, and accept them because they loved you so deeply.

From the day Felix fell into Hyunjin’s trap you couldn’t begin to ever wonder why someone so innocent, someone so sweet with so much going for them would settle for a monster that would bring them nothing but stress.

After what’s just occurred today, and what has happened in the past, you meet Minho’s eyes here on the porch, holding onto a baby that wasn’t his, while wearing a ring he slipped onto your finger, and you wonder the same thing.

How did someone so sweet, with so much understanding, with so much talent, and so much going for them… How did he end up here with you?

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Hylas

Been talking a lot about my Tav Hylas and uh. I still haven’t. Shared them on here??

So here’s a post dedicated to my darling Hylas (they/them)!

(Under the cut is their lore/backstory and some doodles of them and Gale, so if you just wanna see the screenshots you don’t gotta go any deeper)

Hylas Lore

Hylas was born in Baldur’s Gate to a Human mother and Wood Elf father (side note: I think more Wood Elves should be green. It’s my reality, so Hylas is tinted green bc of their dad’s genes).

Dad bailed pretty early on, and because mom couldn’t afford to be a single mom, she gave custody of Hylas to a nearby Monastery of Lathander.

Hylas didn’t have to become a member of the clergy/monk, but they liked the teachings of Lathander and decided to dedicate their life to him as a monk. They started studying and archiving at 13, and didn’t start martial arts training until 15.

They trained as an Open Hand monk (I like to think their specific style is a mix of Shanghai- and Southern-Tiger Kung Fu style; I tried to draw them in a Tiger stance above) and they perfected their speed and placement of attacks.

At 25, the monastery was attacked, and Hylas was put in charge of getting the younger students to safety with another monk. They were attacked, and Hylas fought tooth and claw to protect the kids and the fellow monk, who was critically injured. The ordeal nearly killed them, and it left them with long-lasting scars, but if given the chance they’d do it all over again. Defending the people they love is the most important thing to them, and the monastery is their family.

A stereotypical “monk” pose from when I first drew Hylas—way before I actually put thought into their martial stylings. See it as a show of their flexibility, I guess!

At 31, they left the monastery to travel Faêrun on their own for the first time—they’d only ever known brief glimpses of Baldur’s Gate and the monastery. They traveled up and down the Sword Coast, meeting with other temples of Lathander (they even met Gideon Lightward from Elturel; they felt he was a little too ‘fire and brimstone’ to be a true priest of the Dawn Father, but they enjoyed his company and tutelage nonetheless).

After years of studying being an archivist, Hylas has a borderline unhealthy fixation on collecting books/missives/texts. It is, in fact, a problem. They read the Tome of Thay because of it. They don’t know they have a problem, and the fact that they’re romancing Gale doesn’t do them any favors.

And 10 years after they left—Baldur’s Gate 3 happened! So Hylas is 41 during the game; 20-25 in Human years! They got set back to Level 1 like the rest of the gang (and they were VERY mad they had to rely on a staff again. They spent a DECADE breaking their fingers to punch things into dust, dammit!/hjk).

Some fun facts about Hylas:

When their dad was still around, he took them to see a ballet performance (this is my reality, and in my reality Elves invented ballet, huff my jorts) and they wanted to be a ballerina SO BAD

Since they DIDN’T get to be a ballerina, they spent some of their 10 years traveling Faêrun learning some dances! It was fun to do, connected them to their past, and helped them keep in shape when they weren’t training.

They’ve had their vitiligo since childhood, though it’s grown over time.

Hylas’s non-binary/transmasc identity is loosely based on my own experiences as a demiboy! They actually made me feel more comfortable with my own they/them pronouns and I’m toying around with using them over he/him.

They’re very much romancing Gale—they find his intelligence and passion for knowledge and teaching very sexy.

Gale was also their first… well, almost everything relationship wise! First significant other, first hand hold, first time.

The only first Gale didn’t get was kissing, and that’s because when Hylas was young, they and another monk-in-training kissed each other to see what all the fuss was about. They both swore to keep it secret (intimacy was a no-no for monks at the monastery), but they both caved due to guilt and separately fessed up to the same monk. They had a LOT of extra chores that month.

(Hylas never sought out a relationship after the monastery simply because they didn’t really… see the point. The monks had drilled celibacy into their head for so long they just kinda. Didn’t seek it out. And then they pulled the wizard from the rock and everything changed…)

Spoilers for Act 3 for this one: in my play through, Hylas drowned in the Iron Throne along with… a lot of the hostages. They made sure Wyll’s dad got out safe, and kept the Sahuagin from getting to the sub while everyone else escaped, but they went down with the prison and have a phobia of water/drowning now (as well as a LOT of guilt over all the dead Gondians—they probably won’t ever forgive themselves for that).

Post-game, I think Hylas would become a priest of Lathander or a scholar/archivist—they’re done fighting for a nice long while. (They still train regularly though—gotta keep the mind and body sharp!)

Karlach is their bff. The SECOND Karlach could touch others, they JUMPED to hug her.

Hylas’s favorite stuffed animal growing up was a sabertooth tiger—and in my play through, Halsin became a sabertooth tiger a LOT :3

They let Volo take their eye. They. They did that. Volo they trusted you. Do you know what an honor it was for them to meet you, Volo? VOLO—

Between Hylas’s open hand attacks and Gale casting Disintegrate, these two are fucking lethal as hell. Lucky for you they just want to study and talk about books with Tara.

Hope y’all love my baby as much as I do—I have so so SO many thoughts about them. Once I’m able to draw digitally again I’m gonna be doing SO much art of them and Gale 💕

ALSO if you want to ask about them, or talk Tavs/BG3 in general, please feel free to drop me a line! I love talking about this stuff, it’s incredibly fun for me and I love seeing other people’s Tavs 🥰

#my art #captains log #bg3 #gale dekarios #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate tav #tav #bg3 tav #gale #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #gale x tav #baldurs gate fanart #baldurs gate #Hylas #I hope you guys like my baby ;_; #they are my tadpole—my brain worm #my screenshots #traditional art #traditional drawing #sketch #this is my second attempt at posting this cause tumblr ate the first one #I’m still mad about it #art

[elifinchsart]

some Tillman and Mike gender headcannons/thoughts since i have them mostly coherently typed up and they are important To Me. these are not Universal Trans Experiences just my thoughts for these characters cw for discussing transphobia, dysphoria, fatphobia & bad parents

I think Tillman absolutely did not figure out he was trans until like his early twenties. My headcannon about his mom Harmony (Crab NPC from Discipline Era), her whole thing is control + image. (This led Tillman to also feel like he needs to be in control of his image but, unfortunately it’s easier to control a bad image than a good one)

But part of Harmony's image control was appearing as a perfect rich family so Tillman was expected to dress and behave very femininely. And his thought process went “I hate wearing dresses and getting dressed up like this and I don’t know why I hate it so much. It must be because something is wrong with me and it must be because I’m ugly” + that got mixed in with his weight because I think he’s just naturally chubby/fat. So that was one of those things that’s dysphoria that you don’t realize that’s dysphoria until later. Tillman absolutely he had the trans experience of I’m going to only wear baggy hoodies and beanies lol. Anyway this all manifested into him having a very antagonistic relationship with his body and food (esp bc Harmony is v the passive aggressive “Oh you’re eating/wearing that?” sort of parent. This is also part of the reason he was nasty as a teen/young adult because he was in a lot of pain that he didn’t realize was pain-just that everything was uncomfortable and pissed him off. Figuring out that he was trans, getting top surgery and going on hrt actually helped mellow him out a lot. Being able to just Exist in his body without dressing it up to impress anyone else helped him so so much.

I think Mike was also very helpful in getting him to a better place with his body and especially food as something that should be enjoyed not rationed out or brings misery. Mike loves to make food for people so they had a bit of a roadbump when they first started dating and Tillman refused to eat much of Mike made and they had to talk about it. Mike was very patient and not pushy for once and let Tillman come around on his own. Mike also hyping Tillman up as the hottest man ever helped too LOL. I think Tillman had a lot of apprehension about transitioning wrt still being desirable which is something I’ve def felt and I know other trans men have too

I think Mike had a lot of gender emotions growing up but they never fully formed into anything understandable for him because he was like “well I’m not not a man” and he didn’t really have access to like Knowing About “Weird” Gender Identities despite knowing a trans person (Jaylen) and she only ever had Jaylen to compare to and they have very different genders haha. And then I think in college and after she kinda was like well y’know men can be feminine, men can wear dresses, it doesn’t have to be a gender thing so I’m not going to think about it too hard. I think also she had this idea that maybe she was faking it or not trans enough or people would think he was doing it for attention or to seem punk. Also incredibly stupid logic but I think she was like “I don't want to look like I'm just copying Jaylen” which is a silly thing to worry about but nevertheless. And then Blaseball happens and again he doesn’t really have time to think about it. So its only post shadowing and in therapy that she finally talks to more trans and nonbinary folks about their experiences and starts to approach it from a “what makes me happiest” pov rather than “well I'm not miserable” pov because its a very Mike thing to try to avoid being too happy as a coping mechanism. And because of all this she gets to experiment and decides he likes having a lot of gender especially if it contradicts each other (she/her pronouns on masc days, he/him while dressed femme, beard + dress etc.)

#blaseball #tillman henderson #mike townsend

[mr-saturnnn]

HELLO AND @veeeffvee THANKS AGAIN FOR INSPIRATION. I LIKED YOUR GHOST FAN FUSIONS SM SO I DECIDED TO DRAW ONE. QUITE A LOT???

I even gave him a name

✨Shuffle✨

I love Chris and Kennith so much so. yeah I gave them and their fusion much info and headcanons. hope you enjoy it

let's get started

✨Shuffle✨ is the fusion of Christopher and Kennith

He loves TV shows, design, music, gothic architecture, and smashing mirrors and faces of his bullies with a metal bat.

He has a pink metal bat, a microphone and a megaphone (I thought that would be a good mix of Chris and Kenny's stuff).

Shuff is quite a joyful and cheerful fusion. Easy-going, big hearted and broad minded, but tricky if he has any intention. Usually he doesn't carry violence first— only as a defense. During self-defense, he becomes ruthless since he doesn't feel sorry for the aggressors— he will attack and move on as if nothing happened.

Shuffle is rather less (passive-)aggressive and less impulsive than Christopher but he is much more brave and sharper than Kennith.

From Christopher, the fusion has a pronounced theatricality and mannerism— it won't be difficult for him to make the right impression and play out the right emotion. The only difference is that Shuff is actually able to feel emotions unlike Chris. The latter has a long way to develop and express his emotions.

From Kennith, Shuff has a vision of the world as an opportunity to turn any of his ideas into reality. Shuff is not shy at all about experimenting with many things— the eccentricity comes entirely from Kennith.

Kennith himself is a simple boy, he is very sincere. Thus the fusion is very communicative, talkative and has zero hesitation. Similarly with Christopher— this goes well with independence from the opinions of others and the ability to protect himself.

The main difference between Shuff and both of them is that he has a basic trust in the world, although that sounds like a paradox.

Shuffle doesn't mind doing anything active and social. However, Shuff will never do what might be annoying for one of his halves. Kennith dislikes to be watched by a crowd, and Christopher can't stand to be idle, either. Therefore, we find a compromise and something in between.

Shuffle is independent from his creators, he has his own will, his own personality and own hobbies. He is not just an appendage of Chris and Kennith. Although Shuff is very impressionable and sometimes not the most stable, especially in the case of a mental breakdown of one of his halves (often Kennith).

~Headcanons~

▷ Christopher is 190 cm (6'3") tall. Kennith is 165 cm (5'5") tall. Shuffle is 267 cm (8.76), very tall fusion

▷ Christopher plays in the theater. Kennith is passionate about technology and works in a modest electronics store (he graduated from high school and gave himself a couple of years to save money for college). Shuffle has skills in both of these areas but he isn't such a fan of electronics. He prefers social and active work

▷ Christopher is still able to transform into his shadow (distortionist) form or simply summon dark arms from his back. Shuffle can do that too :))) and this is the best feeling for Kennith in the fusion, and outside of it too, hugging and cuddling with six arms is great

▷ Crispy's sharp tongue and his perception greatly affects Kennith both in the relationship and inside of the fusion. Learning self-defense and reflecting back on himself, so to say

▷ His pronouns— Shuffle uses both 'I/me' and 'we/us' depending on his mood

▷ Shuffle has scars on his body. On his hips and arms most of all, the wrists, forearms and elbows are covered with striped scars. But Shuff doesn't have burn scars— he is afraid of fires

▷ Shuff looks at his scars with severe sadness. The scars are a reminder of his most difficult time when everyone was against him (Kennith, honey, all these b!tches will burn in hell which you will set up for them together with Chris). Shuff felt how helpless Kennith was during that time, and feels bitter that he couldn't help him

▷ Shuffle likes to wear colorful socks

▷ Shuffle likes to crunch his fingers and all bones

▷ If you think about their relationship, Christopher felt very bad about Kennith's scars. Usually a sense of justice only works towards Crispy, but he was surprised when he felt the same towards Kenny. Chris is of the same sexuality as him, and he would have smashed all who disagreed, to pieces with a metal bat. Also Christopher taught Kennith how to use a bat don't change my mind

▷ If Chris acts on a momentary decision, Shuff thinks about his feelings here and now. That is, first he feels, and then decides. Chris lacks empathy (which he began to develop in the relationship), but Shuff has enough of it, especially for himself

▷ Shuff knows how to be cheeky, this is both toxic from Chris and hostility to the world from Kenny

▷ Shuff drinks a barrel of wine at once. He doesn't get drunk at all

▷ Yes, Christopher loves red semi-sweet wine

▷ The first time Chris and Kennith fused, Shuffle was unstable and had a slightly different design. For example, unstable Shuff had pink hair with parts of white and chaotic mixed clothing from both members

j'aime mon garçon

#the distortionist #christopher pierre #crispy #kennith simmons #chriskennith #communications #communications case 2 #ghost and pals #ghost and pals fanart #ghostandpals #ghost #Shuffle #Shuffle the fusion

[undergroundbillions]

SOOOOO I already know Teddy is the replacement for Panda but what's the difference between Teddy and Panda? (In their goals I mean lol)

Like what's Teddy's main goal in the revival, is it more knowledge, a quest for of trying to become brave, even sticking up for himself? It's a genuine question I'd like to ask if u dont want to answer that's completely fine I understand!!!

:))))

Panda doesn't have goals, they were not written as a three-dimensional character.

Also, before we start, this is mostly opinion! I know I am one of the people working on the script, but there are times when my opinions aren't any more canon than other interpretations. If you got a different conclusion from our portrayal of Teddy, then that's just as valid!

Teddy's main goal is to feel appreciated and respected!

That's why they read so much and want to learn everything they can, she feels like people don't understand her or listen to her. But that people would respect her more if she just had smarter things to say! Usually though, those quotes are just more confusing for people, so it doesn't help.

So he's there to see the world, and gain that real-world experience they think they're missing. But the goal isn't really to become smarter themselves, though she does enjoy learning new things always, it's to feel like their knowledge and skills are helpful and find the real-world application of her studies. I don't think she's ever had any issues not being brave, any less than the average person at least, she's just never known what the right place and time is for what response. Turns out, a clever saying isn't always going to make someone feel better, and scary nightmare villains don't listen to reason, no matter what greek philosopher you're quoting.

So he just needs to figure out a little where their skills matter most, and the others could pay more attention and put a little more effort into understanding what they're trying to say.

(Teddy uses he/she/they pronouns. Any and all are correct, personally I like to mix my use of each)

-𝕸𝖔𝖉 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝕯.

#thanks for the ask! #raggedy ann musical #raggedy ann revival effort #rag dolly musical #raggedy ann broadway #teddy #scriptwriters canon

[dustymagpie]

Wembley

Name: Wembley. This is not their birth name. As they experimented with their gender expression, they changed their name to fit how they were choosing to express themselves. He has used quite a few different ones over the years and eventually stuck with his current one. He doesn't use his family name to remain "mysterious" (or so he says). Born: 21st January 2050, 27 as of 2077 Nationality: American of very mixed descent, the most prominent being Irish and Indian, but the family is from all over. Pronouns: They/them or he/him, but any is tolerable.  Sexuality: They've never given it much thought, bi or pan would fit them.  Gender: It's complicated. AFAB and spent their youth and teen years trying out different ways to express their gender. They never found anything that felt like it really fit them. By their late teens they stopped being so bothered by it, these days they'll just give a shrug of their shoulders when asked.  Parents: Divorced but still very good friends. Mother lives in Night City and manages an art gallery. Father lives on the East Coast and is a graphic designer. They all try to meet up a few times a year at least. Both are artistic (and do not have names because I suck at names!) Siblings: One younger sister, Sera.  Romantic partner: They have never bothered putting a label on it, but they have been with Scott Dodd since their late teens. It's very much an open relationship, allowing them to both sleep with other people. But he is the only one Wembley calls home.  Friends: cliché, but he thinks of Sera as his best friend. He is also close with Richard Ripper. Richard started as a client, then a fuck buddy, then after an incident, they became actual friends (who still fuck on occasion). Hobbies: Like the rest of his family, they are an artist. Their preferred medium is mixed media and things that are more three-dimensional in nature.  Job: Hairdresser. They do your usual cut and blow dries (and if they like you maybe even a cut and blowjob) and they also do artistic pieces with hair for magazines and the catwalk.  Notable features: A near permanent pout and a prominent nose. His cybernetic hand has a practical use with his job, housing the finer tools needed for cutting hair. It originally had a very fancy and fine outer cover to it, but it made it awkward to utilise the tool aspect of it, often getting caught, so he removed it. It’s still at home somewhere. No body hair, they hate it. They got it permanently removed some years ago (they like it on others though). Personality: They play into the bitchy hairdresser stereotype, and it is only partially faked, they are a bit of a bitch. A generally quiet person when they are comfortable, they tend to be loud and show off-y when they are feeling nervous. They enjoy sex with multiple people at the same time, often attending sex parties. The more, the merrier in their book! Tattoos: his body is covered in blackout style tattoos (90% done by Scott) including a little heart in his face (that matches Sera's).  Style: Smart and simple, often accentuated by a loud pattern or colour. Typically, at the forefront of what's currently in. That could be anything from pants to skirts and dresses, they will wear whatever they look good in and wear it with confidence. Still often seen in custom pieces made by their sister.

#cyberpunk 2077 #wembley #videogameedit #gamingedit #gamingnetwork #dailygaming #cp2077edit

[arisenreborn]

∞ Arisen & Pawn Character Introductions

At last, I have finally "completed" my own darn template 😂 I mixed it up a little, putting the gratuitously long Q&A stuff further down below, but honestly, all of it is gratuitously long winded so I commend you on your bravery for clicking 'read more'. (Blank is here if you're interested! :D)

♛ THE ARISEN:

NAME: Reverie Orlaith AGE: 23~26 (orphaned, it's difficult to know precisely and her aging is slightly different as a half-elf) RACE: Half-Elf PRONOUNS: She/Her PREFERRED VOCATION: Warfarer - Archer, Thief, Magick Archer, Mystic Spearhand - in that order (I'm cheating oops) FAVORED GIFTS: Moonblooms, books, knives, seashells, blank journals. FAMILY: Father (elf), Mother (human) - The Nameless Village

POSITIVE TRAITS: Caring, protective, determined. Very laid-back and gentle-natured, has a 'hopeful, romantic' perception and approach to most things, but not without a good, balancing pinch of realism. Can, at times, be surprisingly shrewd and calculating, as if out of old habit, though it's rarely cold in nature. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stubborn, reckless, cares more for others than herself which isn't always a good thing. Occasionally prone to accidents (and resulting injury). Comes across as lazy on the surface at times (though it couldn't really be further from the truth, but first impressions and all), she is however very sleepy and lethargic and sometimes has very muted expressions that may give a wrong impression. Has a hidden vicious streak when provoked. LIKES: Rann, seeing rare sights, romantic stories, music (listening, singing, and playing the lute), griffins, autumn, when she catches Rann looking at her. Has a slight, odd, fascination with the sea. DISLIKES: Ogres, ogre drool, being covered in ogre drool and having no access to brineless water. Most of the weather/conditions in Battahl. Mistreatment of Pawns, giving orders to Pawns, being put on a pedestal, others being put in harms way for her sake.

♟︎ THE PAWN:

NAME: Avierann 'Rann' Trevelyan AGE: ??? (possibly in the hundreds or even thousands, but his memory does not accurately reflect this) RACE: Pawn - Elven PRONOUNS: He/They PREFERRED VOCATION: Mage/Sorcerer, Fighter, Archer (in that order) FAVORED GIFTS: Books, tea leaves, bath salts and soaps, magical items. INCLINATION: Kindhearted (+ a touch of Calm because that's how he started)

POSITIVE TRAITS: Steadfast and attentive, he's quick to spot trouble and just as quick to solve the problem. Very sharp memory (despite some questionable foggy spots concerning his past). As a chirurgeon he's also good at discerning illness and other ailments, able to swiftly administer aide be it through magical or herbal remedies. Polite and dutiful, he possesses a kind and caring heart, and even comes across as charming in his own way, and he often helps folks with all manner of problems around town when they're at home. (As a result of this, despite being a Pawn, he seems to have a small 'fan following' among some of Vernworth's populace.) There is also a degree of cleverness, and a studious mind inclined deeply towards learning. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Protectiveness at times borders on possessiveness. A little vain at times tbh, he likes to dress well and keep up with his appearance which really isn't the worst thing but he feels at times that it's unnecessary to his duty. Though he keeps it quiet and you'd be hard-pressed to spot it, he secretly harbors a mostly 'scientific' but definitely slightly sadistic interest in the ways offensive magic 'reacts' with living creatures (this is solely in regards to their enemies though, he wouldn't pursue it beyond that). That may also stem somewhat from that protectiveness... As the story progresses, he shows a subtle but increasingly playful habit of gently teasing Reverie (he seems to enjoy flustering her). LIKES: Reverie, tea, learning pretty much anything - so books and new experiences are highly valued, the hot springs, listening to the music at inns and taverns, stargazing. Even in a city he tends to find some place he can enjoy the stars for a while at night. DISLIKES: Ogres, schemes involving Reverie - or any who would take advantage of her, the Godsway, very heavy/bulky (see: unflattering) armor - also wearing anything over his hair, dishonorable Arisen, drakes. The Pathfinder. He also has complicated feelings towards the former Arisen of this world that border close to dislike, but is more akin to discomfort.

Long Q&A Answers below!

1. What was their life like before becoming Arisen?

In a cycle before this one, she was born to a traveling merchant who'd chanced to have a rather intimate affair with a handsome elf. Details about that cycle are scarce at this point, but as Arisen she got very close to the truth of the world before failing. In this cycle, she seemingly washed ashore from nowhere, not far from the Nameless Village. She was very young, though it was difficult to determine her actual age on account of her elven lineage. Though not formally adopted by any one person, she was more or less cared for by the entire village, and grew up like any other child there learning the craft of thievery. For the most part she lived on an assumption of contentment; she had people who cared for her, people she cared for. Life wasn't always easy, and their lives were far from virtuous, but she was happy for all intents and purposes. Or at least, she had no overt reason to be unhappy. And yet she had a sense of wonder that went beyond that life. In her work she saw the world through a mask of sorts, caught glimpses of what life was like for paupers and princes alike - always held at a careful distance, because getting too close to any of it was a risk. But oh did she want to touch and taste all of it, to experience the world without the mantle of subterfuge. There was also a deep sense of 'something missing', but she often chalked that up to her origins; she had no recollection prior to washing ashore of where she'd come from. There were, however, the tattooed marks and scars on her body that seemed to weave a tale in a language foreign. Even before Disa stole her memories, she'd had a sense much of her life that she was forgetting something important. Then she got a job to infiltrate the guard stationed at Melve - ostensibly to gather information on the goals of Disa and her scheming (though to what end, is unremembered). It was of course there she came face-to-face with the dragon, became Arisen, and would soon after have memories of all else washed away.

2. How do they handle being Arisen, and the responsibilities that come with it?

She takes it all in stride, trying to focus on one task at a time. Having no memories means the present and the goals set before her are, initially at least, 'all she has (to go on)'. At the start of things, she is almost Pawn-like in her lack of personal input, despite an underlying twinge of discomfort that she would only fully understand a little later on. As a fuller awareness and grasp of things begins to come into effect, she is almost grimly resolute. The lack of her beating heart in her chest, the charge she is given, all of it weighs heavy on her. Part of her holds onto a sliver of naive hope (she knows it's naive, though how she isn't sure, it's a twisted feeling in her gut) that it'll turn out like the storybooks and legends say: She'll defeat the Dragon, become Sovran, and all will be well. Either way, it's something only she can do, and do it she must.

3. What are their thoughts on Pawns in general?

At the beginning, they felt similar to her, seemingly devoid of purpose or goal. The quietness in her mind and soul felt a comfort initially - and then the more she interacted with humans she felt a slight schism, and became more aware of what she was actually missing. But her thoughts and feelings on Pawns themselves are born of great love. She loathes the idea of commanding them, and refrains as much as possible from doing so in a way that would demean them (the occasional sharp order in the heat of battle to save them notwithstanding). Even knowing that they cannot 'truly die', seeing them perish or in pain grieves her deeply, and it's something she scarcely seems capable of getting used to. She will absolutely put herself between them and harm, and despises seeing any ill treatment of them. Though perhaps 'hopelessly naive', she wishes to believe there could be so much more for them than the lots they've been given.

4. What's their relationship like with their main Pawn?

"Sacred simplicity". She didn't summon him with any real intention or desire - she barely had a clear idea of what she was doing, though it was somewhat instinctive. At best, she had a feeling akin to faith that fumbling in the darkness, a hand would take hers. Having little idea of pretty much anything that was going on, Rann was her lifeline. It wasn't like she was incapable of taking care of herself in those early days, but she was definitely pretty bad at it: realizing she was exhausted and overdoing it, forgetting to eat or bathe, etc. Fortunately she did pretty quickly catch onto the most basic of things, but she can still comfortably rely on him for many things she lacks in (like navigating Vernworth's labyrinthine streets). Though she's made connections with others, it's Rann that has been with her through everything, and there's no replacing that. She feels most at peace when he is near, and uncomfortable when they're apart for any reason or length of time. To say there's a degree of co-dependency wouldn't be entirely false, but they both gradually learn from that dependence and grow 'through' it. Early on she struggles with her own emotions at times and making sense of how they 'fit in her', in a sense, as someone with scant memories to reference them from. Though it's a little messy at first, she does gradually and clearly recognize her feelings for Rann, and to a small extent begrudges them. She mislikes the idea that he'd never truly refuse her, so she feels she can't be entirely honest about those feelings. He'll often enough say outrageously sweet things that fluster all hell out of her, and she begrudges him for that too at times. Yet all the same, she will at times tell him she loves him, with all the outward appearance of friendship and warmth because that is absolutely part of it, and because she thinks it's important to share that kind of sentiment with someone, and that he needs to hear it. It's one of the few ways she can repay him for all he does for her, though she would surely do anything for him.

5. Do they have any interest in being Sovran? What are their opinions on the politics of the world in general?

In a word, 'no'. She's somewhat resigned to it? In a matter-of-fact sort of way; she sees how corrupt things are at the moment so she has a pretty """easy""" path to (trying/starting to) correct that. She wants so very dearly to improve things for Pawns everywhere, though, and if being Sovran meant she might be in a better position to do that, then she finds it more appealing, even if still not something she'd prefer. In her eyes though she'd rather 'warm the seat' for Sven, more or less.

6. Who are their love interest(s) and/or closest friends?

She has a good working relationship with Klaus, and as she was gradually getting a handle on 'being a person' again early on, there may have been some playful flirting going-on there, that she later had to regretfully clear up when she realized she'd unintentionally misled him - though they remain on good terms. Sven is probably her closest friend apart from Rann, though. She helped him without much thought (and again, purely intuitively), but as they met and spoke more, with her gradually coming out of her fog, she found talking to him 'grounding' in a sense. Perhaps surprisingly, looking at his position and 'limitations' made clearer to her the freedoms and power available to her. She sees how genuinely he wants to help and make things better, and that encourages her to do more where she is able. She has a fast friendship with Glyndwr and Doireann, feeling almost a sense of 'a home and family she never had'. There's this slightly warm, slightly bittersweet longing and comfort around the Sacred Arbor, feeling at once like she might have found a place of belonging there, and also that she never truly will. Things are a little complicated with Srail... They clearly have history together, but he's evasive about it despite obviously having some care for her. As far as the thieves of the Nameless Village are concerned, her becoming Arisen was a dangerous complication - and her loss of memory more or less fixed that. So while they do still care for and support her from the shadows, they're reluctant to go sharing all her history and secrets with her. Likewise, while she feels a sense of 'home' and comfort around them, especially Srail, she also feels genuinely abandoned, that they just 'cut her loose' and left her in a terrible situation to fend for herself. Nonetheless, what little she has managed to glean of her past through them does give her comfort and some better understanding of herself. (For his part, Srail believes that she's free now, to live a life better suited for her.) Last but furthest from least of course is Rann. I got into it above needless to say she desires for nothing so long as he is with her. Even her lack and loss of memories becomes less of a discomfort and distress and simply a void easily enough filled with him. Though she has many she cares for, and indeed fights for, at the end of the day she's as much compelled forward by him and he is her.

7. What drew them to their preferred vocation? Do they have history with it?

Reverie is lethal with a bow, of that there can be no mistake. This may, perhaps, come from an extensive history with the weapon: in a prior cycle, she was raised on the road, and hunting was a helpful craft to have - on top of this, she and her mother would at times visit her father, and he would teach her the elven approach to archery as well. But what is known to have had a clear effect is that in this cycle, her skill with a bow was nearly peerless among those in the Nameless Village. Whenever they had need of a sharpshooter, she was tasked with the mission at hand. Just what some of those jobs might have entailed is perhaps better left forgotten. Free of such memories and responsibilities, it's something that 'feels right', something she excels at and can put to use in tangible ways protecting her allies and foraging for food. (Naturally, she is similarly good with dual blades, and it does feel comfortable to her, but she is prone to getting a bit too reckless in the thick of things much to Rann's dismay.)

8. Do they have any hobbies? Any way of relaxing between all that monster-slaying and traveling?

When they first started traveling Rann encouraged her to journal as a means of keeping her thoughts and goals straight. It was a bothersome chore at first, but it's since become a comforting past-time, something she does every night before bed: Taking note of the things they did, saw, battled, the people they met and spoke to, the special little memories or things said and shared with her traveling companions. (She also loves reading, but in particular romantic books she'd be Very embarrassed to be caught with her nose pressed into.) Similar to how naturally she picked up the bow and daggers, she also found herself drawn to the lute - though with significant less prowess. She understood the basics, though, and Klaus and Rann both helped her hone those skills further. She doesn't like the idea of carrying her lute with her on her travels, sadly, afraid that it would get destroyed, but it's one of her favorite things to do when they're home. Less of a hobby but she also just quite enjoys napping. A peaceful sun-warmed nap beneath a tree in the middle of the day, or curled up in bed or under a tent while the rain patters gently, or dozing off with her head on Rann's shoulder on an oxcart - what could be more relaxing and rejuvenating?

1. What was their life like prior to being summoned by their Arisen?

The murky depths of the Rift stretch out like a dream, touching the edges of the recognizable world. There, they clarify into form, but nothing beyond what he needs here, and now. Before his cognitive self took shape, his 'heart' came from the Pawn of another world. Within the rift he waited, until Reverie called upon him - but that was in a Cycle before this one. With her they journeyed, fought, and nearly reached the truth of the world - but instead stumbled upon Bitterblack Isle. What exactly happened there is likely forever lost, but for the sake of an answer, they traveled with another Arisen, Vincent, and something happened to Reverie... What resulted was Vincent and Rann emerging from Bitterblack Isle and taking up the fight into a new Cycle. Together they traveled, coming closer still to the truth of the world - But this too would be lost, 'unnecessary' for a Pawn to remember in the advent of the next Cycle. What he remembers is fighting a terrible foe alongside an Arisen he did care for deeply, perishing, and then... the stretching darkness of the Rift. He has recollections of traveling with soldiers, mercenaries, adventurers, even other Arisen - of traveling the world looking, waiting, preparing for her. But the only thing that matters now is this present reality.

2. What is their opinion on the Arisen? How do they view their relationship?

To use a classic, she is the sun and he is the moon. "He shines with the light she gives him", or so he feels. He feels he has sought her out his entire life, and now that he has found her it has truly begun. Yet, unlike the understood order that Pawns exist to aid the Arisen in their fight against the dragon, he finds he is most fulfilled in the more mundane tasks: Shopping for supplies, tidying their abode, cooking meals, making sure she doesn't get lost around the city. When he sees her playing with the orphans in the slums or making deliveries for her friends, there is a sense of: 'This is what our lives should be like,' without looming threats and grand responsibilities hanging over their heads. To be clear, most of it starts and stems from her. 'She' should have peace, and simple pleasures, and the freedom to do all that she wants - and then gradually he does include himself into that ideal painting as well. As she often tells him how she cares for him, and how happy she is to have him by her side, he cannot deny her - or himself. He loves her so much it consumes him. The gentle, calm grace of her, the whirlwind of violence she can embody, the kindness she offers - he loves all of it. She is so fiercely independent to the world and yet she relies and leans on him like no other, and that is an honor he will spend his life happily living up to. But there is absolutely a hurdle there that he is actively tripping over almost all of the time. He is often in a sort of conflict between his own initial lack of will, his inevitable growth of feelings, his belief in his duty and their greater destiny, and more importantly his belief in her. Ultimately he comes to hope that they can achieve their goals, thereby freeing themselves from their duties.

3. Is there anything about the Arisen they find troublesome? Be it a small quirk or bad habit? (Or are they obviously flawless?)

Her recklessness, certainly, or the fact that she worries more for the Pawns' safety and well-being than her own. He's tried to remind her many, many times that they will be fine even if they are 'killed', but that the same cannot be said for her. Though, by this point, he's all but given up, instead dedicating that energy to accommodating what he cannot change. It also troubles him when she goes off on her own, though he understands it to be necessary at times.

4. What is their specialization and is there any story behind how they cultivated that skill set?

Rann is a chirurgeon, though how he came to such a calling is a bit vague. If asked, he would answer that it was of course for the Arisen -for Reverie- as she tends to get a bit reckless from time-to-time, and that on account of his spellwork sometimes falling short in their early days, it was only natural to fall back on curatives. Once upon a time, in another cycle, this was true. And yet, in the cycle that followed, his pursuit of all magic, all research into the potential of curative potions, became a desperate, frenzied madness. Such memories have been lost to the ages he slept in the rift, however. As things are now, it's something that simply comes naturally to him, and serves the same purpose as ever. He takes a measure of genuine satisfaction in researching the various uses of herbal remedies, and how they can be combined to different effects.

5. Do they have any thoughts on the politics of the world and their place in it as a Pawn - or how Pawns are treated?

"It is what it is," mostly. There is no higher honor than serving the Arisen, and at last he has found his Arisen. (In some strange, twisted way, it's almost as if the roles of 'Arisen' and 'Pawn' are merely hyper-convenient excuses, because he feels with unrelenting certainty that even were he an ordinary man he would swear himself to her always.) He does believe that the Arisen is deserving of the position of Sovran given all that they do, but beyond that he doesn't have a personal interest in politics - yet he will absolutely study up on any necessities to better assist Reverie. That said, he is keenly aware of how Pawns are treated from one place to the next, and is rather uncomfortable when travels take them to Battahl. The more he begins to grow into his own feelings and will, the more he wishes this for all Pawns, and genuinely echoes Reverie's wishes to see them treated equally as men.

6. Does their journey with the Arisen change them in any significant way and how?

Ahah, yeah. So first of all, to pull back the curtain a little, he had already undergone a degree of 'Bestowal of Spirit' in previous cycles, so in some ways he had a 'head start' on that. (To pull the curtain much further, "Rann, Yume, and Vincent" are characters from my OG verse who are inextricably bound, so while Vincent's role in DD is 'minor', his impact is very significant.) This is their 'happy ending, everything works out after lifetimes and lifetimes of trying to get it right and failing terribly'. At last he has culminated a will of his own, albeit from pieces of his two masters. So this slightly delves into my "ideal dream post-game scenario", but no overt spoilers: 'To be loved is to be changed', and he basks in the warmth and light of her love. All the array of emotions he's felt, the desire -not just the Pawns urge but his- to protect her and give her a future. It went beyond mere duty and became his hope and dream - and furthermore to share that future with her. He becomes more confident and independent, assured in his sole significance to Reverie; if she is the sun, it's natural the only one fit to stand beside her is the moon, surely. He even occasionally teases her (lightheartedly) to get a reaction out of her. Early on, he understood that there was a barrier between them: she had feelings for him, but felt that she couldn't 'trust' his feelings for her - and he had no idea how to properly convey those feelings in a way that would be satisfactory to her. Teasing and occasionally 'defying' her is usually how he does that. (Things like, picking her up and carrying her around despite her flustered protests.) (On the flipside of all the sweetness, he also got more sadistic [albeit subtly, gracefully even] about destroying their enemies. He wants anyone who would dare to hurt her obliterated and takes a smug satisfaction in doing so.)

7. Is there a reason they chose their preferred vocation?

(OG Rann is a magitech specialist and court mage, so in my heart-of-hearts, peeling back the matryoshka doll of reincarnation stories, OG Rann exists even before DD1 Rann and that all rolls down into DD2 Avierann, so-!) "It simply felt natural to him", though that's not entirely true. He was always drawn towards magic and the wonder of it - the myriad possibilities for healing, protection, destruction. It makes an obvious go-to for service to the Arisen. (But because this worlds magic is different, and his underlying soul was reaching towards the familiar-) He had a hard time actually getting a grasp on magic initially. Yet it's precisely because he had to go through and really work hard at even the most basic levels that he's become a master capable of creating new, ground-breaking spells that most humans would balk at a Pawn being capable of (I like to imagine he originally perfected some of the maister skills himself). It's also what makes him such a good teacher!

8. Do they have any hobbies or preferred past-times?

He enjoys making his own blends of teas, and perfecting drinks that soothe any number of ailments from colds to sleeplessness. He also genuinely enjoys magic and medical/medicinal research, and finding new ways of applying old techniques to new fields. Learning, in general, is probably the broadest yet most comprehensive answer. He eats everything up, and has a nigh-"photographic" memory. Be it reading books, exploring ruins, or listening to storytellers or bards, he loves piecing together history and shared knowledge. Branching from that, he has an appreciation for stargazing and charting the stars. (Reverie loves to listen to stories about the constellations, and in truth it was actually Vincent who shared most of those stories with Rann once upon a time.) Finally, music. It's a strange one, for sure. He feels drawn to it like magic, but as if there's a wall within his very soul that keeps him from truly connecting with it. It's only gradually, as Reverie asks him to teach, play, and sing with her, that he begins to feel his joy for it be nourished.

If you read this far you're amazing and I love you and am blessing your crops and I hope something so good happens to/for you. <3

#character prompts. #oc: reverie (arisen) #oc: rann (pawn) #aes. reverie & rann #arisen x pawn #trying to properly word a story where there's an importance on “past lives” yet also those past lives are entirely forgotten in this life #and only exist as 'feelings' and 'intuition' etc. #oghghg

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE ADVOCATE get what he deserves?”  He was NEUTRAL & is sadly DECEASED.“

— he walked through the world as ;

name → Booker Bagnold pronouns → he/him identification → cis-male year of birth → 1957-1958 face claim → jordan bolger blood status → pure-blood sexual orientation → heterosexual occupation → representative for the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures future information → n/a deceased  → 31st October 1982

— he was best described as ;

The EARTHY smell of heavy RAIN hitting dirt, mixed with SWEETNESS of freshly cut FLOWERS and the warm secent of PARCHEMENT. He is the ECLECTIC music playing from a RECORD as an echoing laugh brings joy to the room. He is the CARING & LOYAL shoulder to cry on, offering SUPPORT & ENCOURGEMENT. The OPTIMISM of those ready to break the mould, INSPIRING those around him to strive for GREATNESS.

— his story started with ;

Booker Bagnold was a truly remarkable individual, whose kind and loyal nature endeared him to all who had the pleasure of knowing him. His heart was so deep and giving that it was impossible for him to stop spreading inspiration wherever he went. The younger child of MILLICENT BAGNOLD [mother], the then-Senior Undersecretary to The Minister for Magic, and Rutherford Bagnold, a wizarding tech genius, Booker's childhood was one of pure bliss. Although his older brother, HARRISON BAGNOLD [sibling], was a bit of a brooder and didn't spend much time with him, Booker still held him in high regard. They lived in a modern home in Wimbledon, and Booker cherished his room – his safe space – which had a breathtaking view of the green belt that ran behind their house. He would spend hours gazing out the window, watching the animals frolic in the forest and occasionally catching sight of a magical creature. The Bagnold family had a penchant for travel, and they frequently embarked on adventures to international Quidditch games and Millicent's birthplace in Ireland.

During the summer holiday before Booker was set to embark on his first year at Hogwarts, he vividly recalled a conversation with Harrison. The latter was preparing for an event, and let out a heavy sigh before revealing that when he was Booker's age, their parents were hardly ever present in his life. Unlike Booker, he was compelled to attend numerous events and they never went on any trips together. However, Harrison pointed out that their parents had a complete change of heart after Booker's birth. Booker, being the compassionate person he was, tried to consolidate him, but despite his efforts Harrison vehemently disagreed, insisting that their parents simply loved Booker more. Unfortunately, this remark struck a chord with Booker, and he began to feel guilty for how his parents treated him. Booker began to blame himself for Harrison not having the same childhood experiences as him and became more in on himself in their presence, declining their offers to enjoy himself instead standing by his brother’s side dutifully in the hope to make it up to him.

Sorted into Hufflepuff, he was ushered to his dorm deep within the castle. It was there that he met his soon-to-be best friend, EDWARD TONKS [best friend], they connected instantly and their friendship stayed strong throughout Hogwarts and into adulthood. Being a loyal friend, along with his disliking of injustice, Booker often found himself standing up for Ted against bullies like RABASTAN LESTRANGE [adversary] and his group of friends, CAIUS BURKE [adversary], XERXES ZABINI [adversary], AURELIA ROOKWOOD [adversary] and KERVENS BORGIN [adversary]. His stance and advocacy lead to him making other friends along the way including ELIZABETH BRAITHWAITE [close friend], MARIANNE MACMILLAN [friend], LAURENCE ABBOTT [friend], and CELIA ABBOTT [friend/potential love interest]. But he found a real friend in LANA CROUCH [best friend] though his interests. He saw a lot of himself in Lana, she was a bright girl lost in a big family trying to find her way, which he noticed she did when she began taking an interest in magical creatures, much to Booker’s delight. When he wasn’t caring for magical creatures in the forest with Hagrid or reading up on them in the library with Lana, he was pouring himself over Celia, their relationship blossoming into something more than just a friendship.

Booker Bagnold's infatuation with Celia lingered beyond the walls of Hogwarts, and into their twenties. Meanwhile, Booker's passion for magical creatures had paid off, and he landed a position in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures alongside Lana, and it wasn’t long before Booker found himself in the being division which dealt with magical creatures that possessed human-like intellect, including werewolves, vampires, giants, and centaurs. However, Booker was quickly disillusioned by the rampant discrimination he encountered in the wizarding community towards these creatures. He was appalled by the way his colleagues, like WALDEN MCNAIR [adversary] treated injured werewolves and altered centaur testimonies to fit the wizarding community's expectations. These creatures were sentient beings who deserved to be treated with respect and dignity, and Booker reported these incidents to Aurors such as HESTIA JONES [acquaintance] and barristers like RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE [acquaintance]. Unfortunately, their responses were unsatisfactory, always too busy to listen to him and tied up in other projects. Soon Booker realised that he needed to take more drastic measures to aid magical beings in the wizarding community. 

Fortunately, his mother had been appointed Minister for Magic at this time, and he arranged a meeting with her to voice his concerns and suggestions. While she was receptive, she requested that Booker gather the signatures required for the Wizengamot to consider a law that prohibited the discrimination of magical beings in the wizarding community. She warned him that not everyone would share his views, and he would need to gather a significant number of signatures. Booker began by approaching his colleagues, but while some refused to sign, such as Walden, while others signed without hesitation. He then turned to his friends, including Celia. To his surprise, Celia disagreed with his views, which caused their budding romance to falter. Despite this setback, Booker remained committed to his mission to make the wizarding community more inclusive, collecting as many signatures as he could. The night of the Halloween ball in 1982 is when Booker's tale came to its tragic end. Booker moved through the ballroom with vigour, trying to persuade as many guests as possible to sign his petition. The pure-bloods snarled at him, and those who were aware of his intentions avoided him. His brother, was particularly angry at Booker bringing his petition, snatching it from him and ripping it up in front of his very eyes. 

Enraged, Booker fled the ballroom, smacking into Rabastan Lestrange upon his exit to the balcony by mistake. Always game for a fight, Rabastan quickly dug his teeth into Booker, mocking him and his cause and a wand battle broke out between the two. As Rabastan wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, Booker noticed something change in his face. Before Booker could even call for help, Rabastan cast a spell that tore a ferocious, werewolf-like gash through his chest. The world fell silent as he tumbled over the balcony railing, with the wind rushing past him and screams echoing through the air, narrowly missing MARLENE MCKINNON [potential love interest] who he had hoped to meet later that evening for a kiss and a dance in the darkness. After his untimely death, Rabastan framed SILAS CRUMP [acquaintance] for the murder. As the mystery surrounding Booker's death unfolded, his petition lay neglected on Harrison’s desk, pieced back together, gathering dust as the ink slowly faded from its pages. Would his legacy perish with him, or would someone pick up the mantle of his cause, fighting for the rights and equality of creatures in the wizarding world?

— he was a LEVEL 5 WIZARD & is now at peace ;

#lsrp #lsrpg #bio rp #bio rpg #literature rp #booker bagnold #fallen #m millicent bagnold #m harrison bagnold #m edward tonks #m rabastan lestrange #m caius burke #m xerxes zabini #m aurelia rookwood #m kervens borgin #m elizabeth braithwaite #m marianne macmillian #m cecelia abbott #m laurence abbott #m walden macnair #m rodolphus lestrange #m hestia jones #m marlene mckinnon #m silas crump

[absolut-blue]

— BASICS.

NAME - Jasper, Jett, or JJ. But I love getting nicknames so I respond to anything.

PRONOUNS - They/he are greatly preferred but I'm not picky. I identify as androgyne so a mix of different things is fine.

ZODIAC SIGN - Leo.

TAKEN OR SINGLE - Super taken.

— THREE FACTS.

↳ I have two large anime/manga character tattoos! One of Dabi from BNHA and one of Vanitas from The Case Study of Vanitas. I also have a list of other characters I'd like to add some day. Like Phos from HNK and Akutagawa (or maybe Sigma or Nikolai) from BSD.

↳ I am obsessed with snakes! Corn snakes in particular. I spend a lot of free time researching snake behavior, husbandry, and breeding (not that I plan to ever breed mine). I love to talk about them and I take the care of my own snakes very personally. I have two corn snakes right now.

↳ I can name like 98% of all songs by The Decemberists when provided with a one second clip.

— EXPERIENCE.

PLATFORMS USED - For RP currently? Just here, but I would also do discord. I did it originally on DeviantArt back when they had chatrooms.

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES - All of it. If it's up to me I usually like to send a few memes or starters to begin with and then do some plotting when we get a feel for things between our muses!!

— MUSE PREFERENCE.

GENDER - I don't particularly have a preference. I do tend to make more female OC's due to the fact that I had an RP partner for years when I first started who would NOT allow me to write anything other than cisgender, white, gay men. I feel like I'm making up for lost time by enjoying writing women.

MULTI OR SINGLE - In my experience, I prefer to run single muse blogs as mine usually get more attention than my multi's. But I actually really enjoy making, organizing, and running multi muse blogs. I love so many of my OC's it ends up feeling like less pressure than always switching.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S) - Out of all my active blogs?? Shie's, but I have issues with Blue's too. I adore Phos HNK but he is not human which makes some of his icons funny looking jfdlksj. Glitter in his hair, no teeth, goop for arms. But there's only so many faceclaims I can pick from with a bowl cut, and the bowl cut is INTEGRAL.

— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT.

FLUFF - I enjoy it when there's plot behind it, like a well built ship I'm very fond of. If that's the case I can't get enough. Otherwise, I find it kinda boring.

ANGST - My very favorite thing to write and read. All I do is come up with angst. I got my start in RP in my edgy emo teen years and that never left me. Give me ANGST give me PAIN give me EDGE. It adds such flavor. Nothing bonds muses like angst.

SMUT - I love to talk about smut or write little suggestive drabbles. When it comes to things I read in my free time, its smut 99% of the time. I have a filthy mind unfortunately. On the other hand I am abysmal at actually writing anything sexy so, it's very rare I ever actually write it out fully.

TAGGED BY - No one, I steal >:3c

TAGGING - Also no one, but I encourage YOU to steal

#dash games #i love these im sorryyyy #ooc #j.text #ill make up for it by posting this late so no one sees

[tequilamoonrock]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.

—BASICS

NAME : rev

PRONOUNS : they / them , he / him , she / her

ZODIAC SIGN : capricorn

TAKEN OR SINGLE : single

— THREE FACTS

i am a HUGE slasher / horror fan. i'm still working my way through the classics and people's recommendations for movies / games / books (having strict parents put me back a few years lol), but i love scary / dark things! my only drawback is that i'm pretty bad with torture-porn horror (see: anything involving and made in the years after saw) and i prefer psychological horror or things that don't focus on people being HURT - i can handle them being KILLED though!

i'm a relatively new roleplayer compared to a lot of people in the community - ok, i used to write in like 2013, but i was a kid and it was solely warrior cats or "anime high school" threads on a now defunct forum. i then decided in my teenage brain that that was "cringe" and "bad" and stopped doing it for ages, but i've recently (with all the credit to my lovely friend flowers) regained my love for it!

i have an extremely fat cat. yes we've tried putting him on diets. yes we've tried exercising him. nothing has worked (he's lazy as hell and steals food), so now we just let him live out the rest of his life (he's pretty old now :( ) however he wants to. i would die for him. please ask me for photos of him at any given opportunity.

— EXPERIENCE

PLATFORMS USED : mostly just tumblr, although when i was younger i used to roleplay on deviantart, kik, and a now defunct warrior cats site known as warrior cats rpg / feralfront!

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES : my most-used way of interacting is memes and starters, but i am very up to plot with people - i'm just bad at saying it unprompted! i don't think plotting is always necessary if it's just a short thread, but for longer ones i'd prefer to plot!

—MUSE PREFERENCE

GENDER : cute girls! ok in all seriousness i will rp any character i enjoy, but i feel a LOT more comfortable writing female and / or fem-presenting muses, which i know is uncommon

MULTI OR SINGLE : a mix of both! i like the range of multis, but i feel like it makes it a little harder to explore them in as much as i'd like sometimes. i do also run a few single blogs though!

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S) : i don't have a problem w any faceclaims!!! as long as it's not someone that's like, a renowned bigot or something like that i don't really care who u use - i tend to use faceclaims very loosely anyway!

— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT

FLUFF: fluff can be super fun!

ANGST: I LOVE ANGST. i love writing conflict and arguments and situations where characters do not like or trust each other, whether they have to co-operate or are at each other's throats! it's therapeutic :)

SMUT: i have not written smut in a roleplay context and honestly i'm a little scared to start - jokes aside i think i'd rather do that sort of thing in private rather than in public, and with people i trust! i am okay with flirting/more suggestive interactions though bc like with angst, i love writing tension ;)

tagged by: @imposingclaymore tagging: @mortisvitae (if you haven't already done it) , @n-galmurrr , @fogdweller , @hrrorstrie (let me know if ur not okay with being tagged in this kind of stuff!)

#〔 OUT OF CHARACTER 〕 BACKSTAGE

[nonokoko13]

Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters Pt. 2

As I said in the previous part, these adoption headcanons are really specific, including your hypothetical pronouns and name; these two are extra so you can imagine yourself with your name and desired gender. You can ask for less specific headcanons if you want too. Part 1 here

Enjoy!

Sylvia Sherwood

How you met

She carries the responsibility of WISE, she needs to be committed to it. More than ever now that the peace was threatened every day by those who wanted war to arise again

She missed her family, but she overcame it. Just like the HQ she had to be impenetrable

At least, that's what she thought

Because right in front of her there was the question which answers she wanted to hear. A kid.

It would be normal to see one if she wasn't at the HQ

It didn't help no one knew there was a kid there until you spoke up

The camera system didn't record you and there wasn't any entrance to the agency that had been forced. You weren't any employee's kid either

After scolding them and order to search your parents she met you again

"Hello little one. May I ask you how did you get in here?"

You smiled, seeming to have been waiting her to ask

"Because I like to play and explore! And I'm really good at hide and seek"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. No matter how well someone was good at hiding there was no way you could break into the HQ; it sounded surrealistic

"But how did you find this place?"

"Because it was easy to find"

"Don't you think you could end bad breaking into unknown places?"

"If I don't know what isthis place how I'd know that?"

Fair enough

That conversation wasn't going anywhere, yet she was angrier with the security staff than you. You didn't look worried though

You gave her an idea

"Do you want to play with me?"

Both entered in the nearest police station, she talked with the officers before telling you to count until 1000 while she was going to hide. You started the count facing a wall

She felt bad, but there were some traffickers she had to catch before they made the exchange

She was following their car; everything fine until she believed to see a small hand greeting her from the car's trunk

She returned to the police station to find out that moments later of her departure you disappeared without anyone realizing. She went to the point where the delivery would be made

Outside the abandoned warehouse there was no signal that you were there until she saw you getting out from under the car on the other side

Something caused a shooting that would make the police come and caught her at any moment. The bands kept shooting at each other while you were behind a transport container

"What were you thinking?! I told you to stay with the police!"

"I'm sorry, I counted until I know, then I saw you following the car, so I followed too. But before they caught me I hid in there...I'm sorry..." You pulled out a walkie-talkie

"I got two from the police station. I left one in there so the others thought the guys of that car were betraying them, it should have worked to scape with no bad guys seeing us"

She was impressed. However, there was no time to ask where you learn that from

Analyzing the situation the principal scape was blocked, fortunately they hadn't noticed you yet so–

You pulled her shirt, pointing somewhere else

"Let's get out"

General headcanons

Sylvia was still surprised that your plan of exiting through a rear window she hadn't seen and walk away without hurry could work

She stopped walking to watch you smash the walkie-talkie and take out some matches to burn it

"Now they can't find footprints!"

The police may not get answers about it but she had many questions for you

She lied to you about the HQ, after the shooting her lie was on the floor. Thenceforth Sylvia's not able to tell if you were playing along and keeping her secret or you have no idea what's all about

You thought her name was Handler. When you knew she was called Sylvia Sherwood you pointed your hoody logo and say "S of Super, you're superman–Superwoman!"

That's how she begun to be mistaken with an endearing mother and her son. She was superwoman and you "kid", because you said that's how you were called, along with child, shrimp, demon...

"That's unacceptable". She handed you lists of names to choose, unfortunately no one convinced you

It wasn't until you two went to a jewelry store that you found the name

The casual way you break in HQ when you want still frustrates her, how do you do it?? You don't see big deal though

Fullmetal lady didn't remember how tough was motherhood

Anyone would freak out if they found out about spies. Yet there you are, admiring flying guys in underpants

Sylvia asked you about your family, but you always tell the same: you lived with dad until he left you with a woman that he said was your mom

The Handler found out your father is a repeat offender, currently on a maximum security prison in another country. Both him and the woman without offspring legally

"Please, don't tell me one of his criminal records is jailbreaking"

The informant doubted "Actually, that's the main one"

"..."

The Forgers

Scenario where it's up to both of them to adopt you. To keep Loid's mental sanity safe it will be independent of the timeline where Yor has a kid on her own, feel free to imagine both kids being Anya's siblings at the same time. You can ask me to include that idea if I write more about this

How you met

As I said before Twilight wouldn't adopt anyone due his job, only one kid for Operation Strix and that was Anya. For now Yor didn't want more kids, she loves Anya and that's enough for them

Not for Anya. She wanted a little sibling

All started talking with Becky when Damian mentioned his brother. Back at home she brought the topic and neither Pa or Ma were giving her an answer of where babies come from

That's when she begun to feel like being a sister. Any plan helped her to convince her parents though

Anya remembered something Mr Henderson told them. "If you want something, take it into your own hands"

And she took it too seriously

Next day Anya and Bond disappeared, she was in the dogs park with Yor

While Mrs Forger panicked Anya had returned to the place she met Twilight

As the time passed the Forgers worried more. When they found Anya and Bond at their building's door they felt relieved

Your presence didn't make things better

They asked Anya where she had been and where did you come from. She said she adopted you

Of course Anya wasn't going to say she broke into an orphanage and took you

Loid's scolding made you cry

"Anya, we aren't adopting–"

"If she's not my sister I won't go to school ever again!!"

"Just for a trial period" that's what Loid hoped

General headcanons

Loid thought babies were easy because it's unnecessary (more impossible) communication with a living being that can't talk; after all babies only have basic needs. He was wrong

It would be easier if you could talk. Why are you crying? You have eaten! Are you sad? Cold? You dislike him?

Yor is not better either. Because her parents died when Yuri was a kid Yor didn't have experience with changing diapers, or anything related with babies

She was more scared than Loid to the point she didn't want to hold you. She broke Yuri's ribs with a hug when he was a toddler, what if she kills you with few contact?

In less than 24 hours you already had a crib and all kinds of things a baby would need. However, having three bedrooms and parents sleeping in separate rooms meant all your things ended in Anya's room

You cried at night until they discovered you calmed down when Anya let you a plushie to hug

She can't wait for the day pa and ma share bed to take back her bedroom

The second night Anya had an idea

Ma is scared of being your mom, solution? Leave you in her bed while Yor is asleep imagining that would work

Thanks God Yor doesn't move much when sleeping. On the other hand Yor is a light sleeper due not being used to sleep with someone so she woke up minutes later

She almost jump out of the bed, realizing that would make you cry made her contain. You groaned, did she wake you up? Yor wasn't sure of holding you, instead she laid down again and approached you to her chest

Seeing you so peaceful by her side melted her, thinking about it you looked a bit like her and Loid.. She blushed at the embarrassing thought

Bold of them to not imagine that's why Anya chose you

In the morning Loid discovered what happened and had a little words with Anya during breakfast before she went to school

Yor went to work and he decided to take a day off from his work to spend the morning with you. The Handler said the first days you should see them to recognize faces

Walks with Bond, buying toys, trying to teach you sign language...Normal stuff

Loid is glad you don't do anything but sleep and eat, except your obsession with munching. When you first kissed Yor he found it normal until you munched her cheek and now you do that to everyone; probably you're teething

Yor found it really cute, but you shouldn't go kissing and chewing cheeks. Anya thinks is funny just don't try to chew her hair again please

Another problem came with names. Loid was going through a list of 850 names in alphabetical order, meanings included; Yor didn't take it to the extreme

"Hum, what about Rose? I think it's a cute name, I mean it's both decision and I'm not good with names Loid–"

Welcome to the family Rose

A spy, an assassin, a telepath and... Well, a baby. Seems like a good mix

Yor Briar

As we know Twilight only would adopt for Operation Strix's sake. Yor became mother by marrying Loid, but what if she had already a kid before being Mrs Forger?

Inspired by this post of @say-seira

How you met

Long ago before Twilight adopted the identity of Loid Forger, the Briars moved to a flat in Berlint

While the eldest sibling had recently become an adult Yuri was only a kid, Yor decided to move to the city so he had nearer his school. It was possible due her proper salary as Thorn Princess

This change would make her job easier too. She had a new client which death could pay Yuri's entrance to a good university

There was a politician who negotiated with terrorists, helping them to get into Ostania and providing them with weapons in exchange to gain good propaganda abroad and getting rid of competition

Knowing this was enough to make Yor's blood boil. He deserved to die, she was sure of it

Struggling with the security around him, Yor finally killed the target without leaving trace

The only inconvenience was a bad injury made by a bullet that she received. After removing the bullet the wound got worse

She went to the hospital to avoid an infection. In the waiting room she met a kind lady, Yor swore that she had seen her before

The woman was scared, but Yor reassured her she will wait her

While Yor was attended the girl was taken to another room. As she promised, Yor waited in the hall after her wound was treated; with a buttoned medical gown on because she didn't want to attract more attention due the bandaged wound in sight

Time passed and many people enter and exit from the room, but she didn't. A nurse carrying something mistook her for one of the staff and scolded her for standing there

"Here, take the baby to the nursery"

"Me? But— wait! What about the woman? Is she okay?"

From afar she heard the answer, but before Yor could explain the error the woman had left. She was shocked, how? She seemed fine

Against her will the dark-haired looked at the lump she was holding: rosy cheeks babbling in dreams, you were in peace

Her shock grew when she saw you shared the username that the man she killed had. That's why the woman was familiar: she was the politician's daughter

Yor searched someone who hand the baby when she recognized the doctor that guided the woman to the room, he was talking with a masked nurse

The fact they went to a private place and maintained their voices low made her suspect

"Did you take care of the mother?" the nurse asked

"Yes, they got ahead of us with her father but I think they will pay us anyway. When they found it was a medical negligence we'll be far from here"

Yor understood they were assassins as well, probably paid by a rival. Luckily they hadn't seen her yet

"Heh, do you they will pay more if we got rid of the baby?"

Yor left the hospital with you, unsure of what to do. Did you have more relatives? The widowed politician didn't have more kids, and your mother came alone. What if they wanted to kill the rest of the family?

A small hand grabbed hers, and every fear disappeared. Looking at each other, she knew you were safer with her. Perhaps it was only guilt or sympathy, but she would try

General headcanons

The moment Yuri saw Yor holding you was in disbelief. Yor said she found you in the streets and he believed it

At first he tried to convince her sister to leave you in a orphanage but once scolding was enough to cease

Still disliking you for the first months. It took some time until he saw you like one of his family

Yuri helped, although they had a rough time because you refused to eat Yor's purees. Your endurance might grew up to make you the only person who can eat her food without bleeding but it doesn't mean you like its flavor

She viewed you as a sibling until you were two, being called mom made Yor too happy to correct you. Yuri was just Yuri, you never feel like using formalities with him or addressing "Uncle" everytime you talked

Yor decided to let your belongings, it was better that way. When you were older, and only if you wanted, she would tell you the truth

She's bad with names, Rose was the only name she could think of but you're a boy. Yor's parents loved that Yuri and her had matching names, therefore you would be the sweet addition to it

The only name I could think of is Yuu because it's gender neutral and means "you" sorry

During the first year of your life she didn't try to hide the blood of her clothes from you. Yuri never suspected either and you wouldn't remember it when you grow up

Your lack of childhood amnesia was something she didn't have in count. Not that she knows you know anyway

Yor has been training you since you were able to walk, if she wasn't there when you needed at least you would be ready to defend yourself. Proud to say you're her strong boy

That said, if the assassins that tried to killed you found were you lived it's something you ignore. Being the protective mother Yor is they could be dead by now

Six years later, it was still Yor and you against the world, with Yuri being the only paternal figure you had. Before one day she met a man and everything changed

She said he will help her by accompanying her to a party so Yuri stopped worrying about her. She said it would be one night, and the next morning you woke up with Yor waiting to talk with you

In part she accepted because of you; you passed the Eden exam before knowing you needed a dad for it. That requisite seemed stupid for you, as you reassured her you could go to any other school; now you would be accepted into the best school!

You agreed and started packing. What else you could do? The decision was made before you were asked anyway, and you didn't want to argue with your mom because she was doing it for your future too

Of course it affected you. No matter how nice they were it was a huge change; in one day you had to move to a new place which didn't feel like home and live with strangers who you'll have to share mom with isn't easy

Anya was nervous too, but for different reasons. She was so excited to meet her soon-to-be sibling! For her, who was an orphan last week, having a pa, a ma and a friend to play with was great

Her expectations went down when she read your mind. You didn't think bad of them, but excited wasn't the word to describe your emotional state either

Loid may not be good at understanding children, but it was clear for him you wasn't comfortable. For him would be weirder if you didn't seem affected at all

On the contrary, Yor seemed cool with all of this to you. Even without any idea of how to be a wife or mother for Anya she enjoyed her time as Forger, which confused you a bit

Yor is happier, not only because she didn't have to worry about the SSS or Yuri anymore. They make her happier, it's just matter of time she could fall for Loid and have a baby that was her own, real kid

Being sure Yor loves you and your new family want you to feel welcomed doesn't make disappear the feelings you carry with. Still, if mom is happy you prefer to keep it to yourself and try to maker her smile too

If it wasn't because Yuri hates the idea of her sister hiding her marriage for a year and sympathized your situation he would have laughed at the irony when you told him during your uncle-nephew walk the next day of his meeting with "Loiloi"

He doesn't know they got married before you attended school so he assumed you had been holding it for a long time. He passed his fingers through your hair

"I understand it's difficult, but I'll be for you whenever you need me"

+ Honorable mention to compensate you for the mild ansgt without warning

Daybreak

We don't know much about him but I included this dork for fun

Thinking about "Daybreak" and "parenthood" makes anyone's mind stopped working

Mainly because it's difficult to say which one would be the child

Not "How you met headcanons" because he wouldn't be able to adopt to begin with

From what we saw in chapter 27 he seems to live alone, depending on his amazing spy career to afford pork steak for dinner. So he must not live too good given that after his first mission he was fired

If he had a child, it would be likely because of a previous relationship he had and didn't end well

He didn't adopt you. You're his biological kid, the only not adopted of this gang

Sorry we can't choose our family good luck ig

Not necessarily ended bad, even remaining as friends, your mother took a different path and is happily married with another man

If she knew he wanted to be a spy either thought "it's a joke" or *sigh*

She was who brought money in the relationship, now you live with her and your step-dad but at the beginning you didn't want to

Daybreak talked with you and promised you could visit each other and even live with him when he could afford it

They don't get it

Who would take care of him? The idea of living on his own was frightening to you

Imagine being father and is your kid who worries about whether pops know how to pay taxes without mom

You took after him in terms of appearance. Any signal of intelligence was from your mother

Average smart but surely smarter than him

Probably he thanked God that you were a boy. He will love whatever you are but he was relieved of saving himself of buying female products when you were on that time of the month and guide you through puberty

As much as he says to be a charming man he's not good with women either so

Your name is Sunny. Guess who chose it

Probably you see him more on weekends than during the week

Until you showed him Spy Wars he didn't have no idea that existed such good series

Of course not cooler than the legend he is but Daybreak jokes about how reading that and seeing your cool pops in action would make you half as good spy as he is someday

Quite sad is that your common sense along with the things you see on TV are enough to be better spy material

You try to watch it with him to see if he learns something

Unsure of what you'll be in the future but in the mean time you had fun watching cartoons and liking kids stuff like dinosaurs and skateboard

Current status: Busy with your first year at school and getting him out of trouble

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