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cassandrasimplex · 7 months

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Listen, when I say, as an abuse survivor, that Astarion's storyline is written with care, delicacy, and profound understanding: Since I completed it a few days ago, which I found incredibly cathartic and fulfilling due to points of commonality with the nature and causes of my CPTSD, I've been sleeping 7-8 hours a night straight through (instead of 3-5 at a time), my resting heart rate has dropped almost 10 beats per minute, I've had zero nightmares (based not just on what I remember but also on how much I move and talk in my sleep), and my fitness tracker wants to know what I've been doing different lately and whether I can keep it up.

I don't expect this change to be permanent or even long-lasting, but not even months of therapy at a time have ever had a positive effect so strong my tracker picked up on it. Not even when I was in crisis mode and only able to sleep 2 or 3 hours a day was therapy able to improve my sleep and my well-being so immediately. Astarion's storyline from finding Cazador's prisoners to the final confrontation, which took me a bit over an hour, did. If you want to count all the narrative build-up to that climax that gave it meaning, call it six weeks' investment for such a dramatic improvement.

The idea that trauma-aware roleplay can help people with PTSD and especially CPTSD find short-term peace and even a long-term improvement in overall functioning and mental health isn't new to me. I stumbled across it on my own, unguided, 30+ years ago. It's a bit newer to most therapists, but it's an approach used in experiential therapy and some related strategies and had been studied for much longer before its incorporation in such toolkits. But BG3 isn't being sold as therapy; it's being sold as a fun video game to play in one's free time.

The thing about CPTSD and recovery from abuse in general is that you have to practice new ways of reacting to the world. Therapies like cognitive behavior therapy focus on helping the patient replace old, maladaptive patterns of thinking that helped them survive a traumatic situation but hinder functioning in safer environments with intentionally-created ones that would have been too dangerous to practice in the traumatic environment but are healthier and more supportive outside it. These patterns have to be practiced, though; it's not enough to just correct yourself once with a more affirming statement and wait for results. You have to do it over and over until it becomes your new default. And results matter. If practicing the new behavior or thought results in the kind of negative outcome it would have prompted in the original abusive situation, the effect is that the old, maladaptive pattern is reinforced instead: "See? I knew acting that way would be too dangerous. I knew thinking that way would just be lying to myself. I already know what's best. The way I've always behaved in order to survive is what serves to keep me safe."

Which is why Astarion's storyline is both so effective and so astonishingly well done. Over and over, you get the chance to reassure him that your friendship is not merely a set of opportunistic transactions, that you don't want to control him, that you see him as a person rather than a puppet or a tool, that he can refuse to manage your feelings for you or even outright hurt your feelings without being "punished" for it. You can comment out loud to him when you catch him being manipulative and tell him that's not how your friendship works while still accepting and supporting him as a person, as a friend. You can make your friendship with him an environment completely opposite in nature to his relationship with his abuser. You can teach him -- and, if you need it, yourself -- what a safe environment looks like. And you can teach him that his abuser's behavior was successful in an environment created specifically to reserve all power for the abuser, but doesn't serve as well outside that situation, to encourage him to find healthier ways of dealing with the world than the ones that were modelled for him within that trauma. (Am I projecting? Of course I'm projecting; that's precisely what makes roleplay such an effective tool. It's a natural human tendency that can be used to advantage.)

And somewhere in your psyche, if you're a person who needs to hear all that as much as Astarion does, your mind is taking note: "How I thought the whole world works was wrong. Only that one little part of the world worked that way. The world is much bigger than the limited environment that hurt me. There are better ways to live and be." The parts of the brain where trauma plants its deepest roots can't tell the difference between play and reality, between past and present. They can't tell the difference between "I can make a safer environment for this person in front of me" and "I can go back in time and make a safer environment for the person I used to be." (That's why so many abuse survivors feel compelled to help other abuse survivors -- empathy, yes, and identification, but on a deeper level than that; we try to become the person who never showed up to help us.)

And if "this person in front of me" happens to be a fictional character, well, it can't really tell the difference between fiction and reality either -- especially when the fiction has a visible face and an audible voice and convincing expression in both.

I'm not in the slightest saying, "Go out and buy BG3 to fix yourself!" because using roleplay as therapy is far too highly personal and variable to expect consistent results from a script. There might be people whose trauma is reinforced by the same things that spoke so soothingly to mine. Larian is a video game company, not a therapist. But I can't get over the way a video game company for fuck's sake has created such a sensitive, tender, supportive story that it can even accidentally function this way. They didn't have to go so hard. They didn't have to lean so far into empathy. They didn't have to bring so much realism into it. They could have just told an interesting story. They did tell an interesting story -- but someone here decided they needed to tell it so well, so powerfully, that they were going to need to know exactly what living through events like those would do to a person, and how a friend would have to act to support that person in working toward happiness and health.

Well fucking done, Larian. Extremely well fucking done.

And although I can't reasonably expect the current effects to last, I can carry something lasting from here on; I can add "What would I say to Astarion right now?" to the list of questions I ask myself when triggered, when I realize I'm experiencing an implicit flashback. What would I say to Astarion? What would I say to a friend? What would I say to someone I care about who's been through the same things I have? What would I say to myself if I thought I deserved to be happy and free?

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #astarion #astarion ancunin #Larian #ptsd #complex ptsd #cptsd #child abuse #abuse survivor

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navnae · 1 year

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We’ve talked about Robin being able to spot Eddie having a crush on Steve but what about Vickie noticing that Steve has a crush on Eddie and Robin’s shocked because how could she not tell that her best friend has a crush on someone.

It all starts when the party is hanging out together and that means all of the older teens alongside the younger teens. All of them were at Steve’s house for a movie night which wasn’t out of the ordinary and they made that their routine for awhile. For some time Robin started inviting Vickie to these late night movie sessions because honestly the more the merrier and of course that would give everyone the opportunity to tease Robin a little about how flustered she gets around Vickie especially Steve. Nonetheless, Vickie fit in nicely with the group and every movie night was fantastic with endless amounts of fun. It was one night in particular where everyone was in their own world while talking amongst themselves and that’s when the conversation finally was brought up.

“So, how long have Steve and Eddie been dating?” Vickie whispered to Robin as they sat on the couch. Robin’s eye grew wide when she turned to face Vickie with nothing but confusion on her face. She laughed lightly at her girlfriend’s clear misunderstanding of Steve and Eddie’s friendship. Robin shook her head as she laughed.

“Oh they are not dating in the slightest. They’re just really good friends is all.” Robin explained simply. Vickie hummed in response as she nodded her head but Robin could tell that she didn’t quite believe her. Now Robin had al these thoughts in her head that wondered why would Vickie assume that, “What made you think that?”

“I don’t know. It’s just obvious that something is going on. Well, at least in Steve’s case that is.” Vickie shrugged as if she wasn’t saying that she could tell that Steve had some kind of feelings towards Eddie. Robin raised a brow when she started to understand what Vickie was implying.

“Wait… are you saying Steve likes Eddie?” Robin whispered the last part and Vickie only giggled in response. The way Robin looked like she saw a ghost, pure shock on her face once she started to connect the dots. Vickie managed through her giggling to nod and made Robin look towards the kitchen where the pair was having a conversation. When she started to analyze Steve’s behavior that’s when she finally saw it.

The way Steve would lean against Eddie whenever he laughed or when he would put his hand on Eddie’s arm randomly. What ever Edie would tell Steve it was easy to see the blush spread across his cheeks and he couldn’t hide it either. Robin couldn’t deny that Steve looked at Eddie in a way that she’s never seen before, he was truly captivated by him. She just sat there while trying gather her thoughts then she turned to Vickie who was still laughing at her expression. After all this time of them hanging out together Robin had no idea how she missed that her best friend had a crush on someone. Now she had that floating in her head when the night continued on and her eyes kept darting to where Steve and Eddie were, they were snuggled up at this point and it seemed like they didn’t really care if anyone noticed.

How could she not know?

This is so shitty I’m sorry, I haven’t written something original in a hot minute. I hope this makes sense 😭

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lenafromthenordiccoven · 1 year

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This Is Only Temporary - Part 1 of 3

(moodboard made by me, Top Gun Maverick screencaps by hd-screencaps, the rest is unsplash.com)

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x afab!reader x Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Rating: M – MDNI 18+

Word count: 5591

Warnings: Bob and Hangman being menaces, and so is reader (oops), smut, protected PiV (reader is on birth control as well), oral (f!receiving), fingering, voyeurism, threesome (MFM – in part 3), beginnings of polyamory, Hangman being a flirty dick who wants what he thinks he can’t have; I’m neither US Navy nor American, so reader isn’t either – meaning there might be a little, uh, criticism here and there (also, we all know aviators are cocky af, right?), alcohol consumption, not beta-read but I did try to proofread a bit

Summary: After months of irregular phone and video calls, and constant e-mailing back and forth, you finally get to visit your boyfriend, Bob, in California. What you didn’t count on, was the fact that the guest room in his new house was temporarily occupied by one of his colleagues. The same cocky aviator, who can’t help but hit on you when you first meet – and even after he knows, you’re taken.

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Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3

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A/N: This got a little longer than expected – but I’m also VERY rusty with fanfic and smut in particular. Anyway, part one of a little thing I just couldn’t get out of my head. Oh, and do yourself a favor and listen to Please by Saro while reading the smutty half of this. Cause I listened to it while writing and it just fits so fucking well.

The moment you stepped over the threshold of the Hard Deck, you felt his eyes on you. The noise of the other patrons hit you, as soon as you entered the bar, but you didn’t mind the anonymity that came with it – this time, at least. It didn’t take you long to find him in the crowd, sitting at the back of the bar in a corner surrounded by what you assumed were his new squad mates. Bob was staring shamelessly at you, and even from across the room you could see the surprise on his face.

You smiled to yourself. Originally, the plan had been for you to arrive in California on Sunday. But you’d managed to book an earlier flight without telling Bob, wanting to surprise him – and, admittedly, get to spend a little more time with him. The surprise seemed to have worked, if you were to judge the way his eyebrows shot up as he watched you walk over to the bar.

Although you wanted nothing more than to run straight to him and throw your arms around him, you decided to draw out the greeting a bit. You weren’t sure how much Bob had told his coworkers and new friends about you. He’d hardly been able to tell you anything about the last detachment that had taken him back to Top Gun, and probably into more danger than he’d wanted to admit to you. Now, he was set on staying in California for the foreseeable future, had even bought a house.

You finally reached the bar and were greeted by an older woman and a warm smile. “Hi, what can I get ya?”

“Can I get a Whiskey and Ginger Ale?” you asked. The woman nodded and you thanked her, paid for your drink and then turned back to face the rest of the bar while you waited for your drink. Again, your eyes landed on Bob, who still hadn’t let you out of his sight, and you were reminded of the first time you had met.

Dicky, a friend of yours and pilot for the Royal Air Force, had invited you to join him at an air show in Austria – a rare occasion, since Dicky usually didn’t go to these. Just like now, you’d been standing at a bar and Bob had been staring at you from afar. That was until Dicky had introduced you two.

‘It’s not often I meet a US naval aviator at these things. What, is there another war brewing in Europe that you need to save us from?’ you’d joked and had relished in the way Bob’s face had turned an embarrassed shade of crimson, before you’d apologized for the joke.

‘Oh no, no. Please, don’t apologize for that. It’s just... Don’t usually get called out like that,’ he’d replied. And the rest was history. You’d asked him out that same night and you’d developed a long-distance relationship that you had never thought you’d agree to.

Somebody clearing their throat next to you pulled you from your memory. You turned your head and were met by a thousand-watt-smile in a handsome face. Green eyes were looking down at you. “Haven’t seen you here before, sweetheart. You’re not Navy are ya, I would have remembered a pretty face like yours.” The Texan drawl sent a shiver down your spine, while the blond man’s words made you roll your eyes.

“Let me guess,” you said and looked him up and down for a second, taking in the khaki uniform, the golden blond hair and the tan, “you’re an aviator. Pilot by that grin. And you’re lonely, otherwise you wouldn’t be standing here and flirting with me? But you’re right, I’m not Navy and I’m not from here, either.”

The grin faltered for a second, before he turned up the wattage. “I like a woman with sharp eyes. And a brain. I’m Hangman.” He extended a hand towards you, and you took it, despite yourself. While you had to admit, he wasn’t bad looking, you weren’t interested in flirting with another cocky pilot. You got enough overblown male egos to deal with at home.

Still, you decided to play nice. “Y/N,” you replied. Then you took your drink and pushed away from the bar. “Just gotta say, uh, Hangnail: I’ve got a boyfriend. So, while this was … admittedly weird, I’m not interested in flirting with you. And I’m going to go find my boyfriend now, thank you very much.”

The grin turned into a smaller smile, but it didn’t lessen the sparkle in Hangman’s eyes. If anything, you felt like you’d just given him a challenge and he’d jumped at it. Your pulse quickened at the thought. And you remembered a conversation you and Bob had had two years into your relationship. About your feeling like you might identify as polyamorous. Sweet, darling Bob had reacted the way you thought he would: a little shy at the idea of adding other people into the mix, but not fully turned off by it.

“It’s Hangman, sweetheart,” the blond pilot corrected you, but didn’t step closer to you. A point for him. His lips were still curled into a smile, and for a second you feared, you’d given away your earlier thoughts. But before he could say anything else, you cut him off.

“Whatever. I like Hangnail better; you can hang your big ego up on that callsign of yours.” You turned and finally made your way over to Bob, who’d watched the whole exchange quietly.

You weaved your way through the crowd and finally reached the corner with the pool table where Bob was sitting next to other aviators. Your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his beautifully blue ones, as it did every time you looked at him. You ignored the confused looks from the other aviators, pushed past a darker-skinned man, who was bending over the pool table to take his shot and who you would soon learn was Coyote.

Bob slid off the stool where he’d been sitting and crossed the last few steps towards you. Without hesitation, you flung your arms around his neck while his hands came to rest on your waist, and you pressed a long, yearning kiss to his lips. You felt Bob sigh and practically melt into it. Your own tension and all the anxiety and worry of the last months drained away while your lips moved against his. It had been too long since you’d last seen him. Been able to touch him, kiss him, even just look at him without a screen in the way. Had your heart skipped a beat only seconds before, it now slowed, content and reassured that your Bobby was safe and sound.

“Hi,” you whispered against his lips when you both pulled away for air.

He smiled, before he breathed a “Hello to you too, darlin’” in return. One of his hands came up to caress your face, while you toyed with the strands of blond hair at the nape of his neck. “I missed you. So, so much.”

“Missed you too, Bobby,” you replied and wanted to add how worried you’d been. That for the last month before you’d gotten the call that he was safe and had returned from his mission, you’d felt like you could hardly breathe. That just holding him here like this in the crowded bar had lifted that weight off your chest. But before you could, Hangman interrupted. And with that the rest of the bar that had fallen away as your lips had met now came back into focus.

He pushed past you, deliberately stepping closer than he needed to. “Say, Bobby, why’d you never tell us about your girl here?” The sparkle in his eyes seemed to say, ‘Where have you been hiding her?’, but Hangman just opted to lean against the pool table instead.

Bob blinked at him. “Uh, well, it never came up. Right, I should introduce you to everyone. Darlin’, you’ve already met Jake – or Hangman.” He then pointed out everybody else in their little corner: Coyote leaning next to Hangman, Halo, Fritz and Yale sitting behind the pool table. Next to them were Rooster, Payback and Fanboy. “And Phoenix gotta be around here somewhere, too. Guys, this is Y/N.”

You said your hellos with an awkward wave and slightly wobbly smile. You’d wanted to meet Bob’s new squad mates, sure, but you hadn’t counted on that being tonight. Besides, the newly acquired knowledge that Hangman was part of Bob’s squad had you slightly mortified at what you’d said to him. Although given the way he was eyeing you, it didn’t look like he minded all that much.

“So, Y/N, how’d y’all meet?” Hangman asked, and only now did you notice the toothpick he was toying with in the corner of his mouth. God.

You quickly glanced at Bob, who was tugging you closer into his side, to check if he would mind you telling this story. He just nodded lightly at you, a wordless go-ahead. You turned back to the group, squeezing Bob’s side for a second. “We met at an airshow … six years ago. Well, almost. I was there with a friend, who flies for the RAF. Dicky introduced us and the rest is history, I guess.” You turned your head and smiled at Bob at the memories you two had made in the years prior. He blushed under your gaze, but didn’t break eye contact, mumbling a quiet “Yeah, and you asked me out” under his breath.

“Really? Would have thought, Baby on Board would have made the first move. With all the charm he’s got goin’ on,” Hangman replied. You scoffed at that but felt Bob’s fingers dig deeper into the flesh of your waist at the comment. And then you remembered something he’d told you weeks ago about a particular training day. How one of the pilots was getting under his skin and he was really trying not to let it get to him. But witnessing his reaction now, you knew, there was more to it than just Hangman making off-handed remarks about how you were out of Bob’s league. (Something Bob agreed with but would never admit in front of him.)

“Well, I didn’t really give him a chance to ask me out first. But at least I don’t hit on people that are already taken,” you shot back. Hangman blinked at you in surprise and a low groan went through the rest of the group. You guessed, the people he usually flirted with rarely put up a fight – and you would be right. But that didn’t stop your body from flushing with heat at the way he was staring you down now, a slight smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth, while he moved that damned tooth pick around with his tongue.

“Sorry, I didn’t know, you were with Bobby boy here, since he never talks about you.”

You knew what he was trying to do. Trying to throw another punch in Bob’s direction because he probably knew, he was getting under his skin. And to make himself look better. But it didn’t take. You just shook your head at him.

From that moment on began the onslaught of questions the rest of the Daggers lobbed at you. From what you did for work (photographer for the RAF) to where you were from and what you were most excited about seeing in California, apart from Bob, since it was your first time here (the sea, you admitted, even though you’d been to the coast in the UK and other countries in Europe before).

You’d lost track of time, but as you were sitting in Bob’s lap and telling the story of how you’d come to work for the RAF (a complete accident, actually), you were starting to feel the effects of the jetlag. Bob’s arms around you tightened for a second to get your attention before you felt his hot breath against your ear.

“If you wanna go home, just say the word, darlin’.”

Goosebumps erupted across your skin and a shiver ran down your spine. God, how you wished, he were using that low voice of his in another way right now. You turned slightly to face him. “Actually, yeah. That might be a good idea. Before I fall asleep right here.”

Bob smiled that lopsided smile of his that still made your heart beat faster every time you saw it. “You know, I don’t mind you fallin’ asleep in my lap.” He leaned in closer again to whisper in your ear. “But I was hopin’, we could get out of here to do something else…”

You felt the heat creep up your neck at the thought alone. Being alone with Bob after you hadn’t been able to touch each other for months? Who were you to say no to that? “Let’s go.” You slid off his lap and took his hand.

“Alright, guys, we’re gonna head out for tonight.” Bob threw an arm around your shoulders and began to steer you into the direction of the door.

“We still on for Dogfight Football tomorrow?” you heard Rooster ask. To which Bob replied with a “Sure thing. Need to get my girl some Beach time, after all.”

Your stomach still lurched when you heard Bob call you his. Even after almost six years together, the thought still made your body flush with heat. That you were his and he was yours. This sweet, shy-looking man, who hid a goof and a heart of gold as well as his undeniably masterful skills in bed behind those silver-rimmed glasses of his.

“I’ll see you two at home, Bobby,” Hangman said and gave you a nod and a light wink. You rolled your eyes at him. He really couldn’t help himself, could he?

His words didn’t even register until you were standing in the car park and Bob was asking about which car was yours. You pointed to the rental parked almost right in front of the door and were in the middle of handing him your keys when it hit you.

“What did Hangnail mean when he said, he’d see us at home?”

You watched Bob’s reaction closely, watched his pale face flush with red as he scratched the back of his head. “He’s, uh, staying in my guest room right now.” When he saw your eyebrows shoot up and your eyes widen, he lifted his hands in defense and added: “It’s only temporary. A pipe burst in his apartment and I offered to let him stay until he found another place or got it fixed. Whichever is faster.”

“Why?” It was a simple question, just one word. And honestly, it was the only word you could think of right now.

“Darlin’, he’s really not that bad if you get to know him a little better. Admittedly, I don’t like that he’s flirtin’ with you either. But that’s Jake for ya.” He snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him. “I swear, it’s only temporary and you won’t even notice he’s there. He usually stays over at the places of whomever he could pick up in a bar that night, so he’s hardly ever there.”

You sighed. It wasn’t your place to judge this arrangement anyway. Besides, it was sweet of Bob to offer his friend a place to stay. Even if you didn’t quite understand why, yet.

“Alright, can we go home now?” You put your arms around his neck and pulled him a little bit closer still.

“Of course,” Bobby breathed before leaving a quick peck against your lips. “I thought, you were tired?”

“I’m not that jetlagged, Lieutenant Floyd. Now, take me home.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned as he pulled you to your rental car.

The moment you stepped through the front door, Bob’s hands were on you. Well, it wasn’t like they’d ever left you the whole car ride over from the Hard Deck. But now he didn’t have to concentrate on driving as his hands roamed your body, and he pressed your back against the door. Your backpack and suitcase forgotten in the entryway next to you.

“I thought, I was going to get a tour of your new home?” you teased. But any thoughts of Bob leading you around his house and showing you all the different rooms left your head as he wedged his thigh between yours, his knee brushing against your clothed core. You couldn’t help the whimper that left your mouth at the feeling. If you weren’t sure you’d already soaked through your panties and jeans, you would have now.

“Tomorrow, darlin’. It’s been too long since I touched you. Tasted you. Just gotta have you right now before I’ll burst. Please, may I?” His lips were brushing against your just ever so slightly while he spoke, and you just nodded before lurching forward to connect your lips with his. You both groaned into the kiss, all tongues and teeth and mingling breaths.

Bob pulled away first, his thumb stroking your cheek while the rest of his hand easily engulfed your neck. “Out loud, baby. You know I need to hear you say it.”

“You have me, Bobby, always.” Your eyes met his and you could swear, you could see his pupils dilate at your words. Then he was kissing you again and pulling away from the door. His hands grabbed the back of your thighs, and he easily pulled you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist.

You shed your clothes somewhere along the way to his bedroom, until you were both left only in your underwear. Panting, standing in the middle of the room while Bob dove in to nibble at your neck. You were sure, he would leave marks, but you admittedly didn’t give a fuck. You could cover those up. He was pulling you flush against his skin again, you could feel his hard length pressing against your hip in his boxers, while he was leaving open-mouthed kisses on your skin as his lips travelled lower.

Your head was spinning, your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest and run away with you following closely behind while the flames of desire ate their way through your veins, igniting your skin and that pool of arousal in the pit of your stomach. But before Bob could fully go down onto his knees in front of you, you stopped him. “Wait, Bobby. Wait.”

His eyes were on you in an instant, full of concern. Had he done something wrong? Were you too tired after all? “What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing, just … Slow down, baby. We got all the time in the world. No need to rush this, hm?"

His chest was heaving with every breath. You were sure, he felt the same fire in his veins as you did. He stopped for a moment, just staring at you. “You’re right.” Then Bob swallowed, nodding his head quickly, before his lips quirked up into a smirk only you ever got to see. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.”

You cupped his cheek before you leaned in for another quick kiss. “I never doubt that, babe.” A giggle escaped you as he maneuvered you to his bed, gently pushed you down onto the mattress before moving to hover over you.

“We do have all the time in the world to hear you scream for me, darlin’.” His eyes flitted over your face, searching for any hint of doubt or discomfort. But he didn’t find any, would probably never find any. Not when you were finally getting a chance to hold him again.

He dove down, pressing his lips against yours. You moaned into his mouth when his tongue entangled with yours. One of his hands wandered down your side, over your thigh to your knee before moving back up. You squirmed against his body; his fingers so close to where you needed them. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and gently pulled them down your legs before flinging them into a corner of the room.

“Robby,” you sighed when he finally used his fingers to swipe through your folds.

“So wet for me already, darlin’. God.” He groaned, a low sound that you thought you could feel vibrate down to your bones. Bobby hung his head low, pressing a couple open-mouthed kisses to your neck and collarbone, sucking on the skin where your neck met your shoulders. “I’ve been thinkin’ about this every day since you told me you were comin’ to visit.”

“Please, Robby. Please, please, please,” you chanted as his thumb circled your clit. You wanted to tell him how much you needed him. How you needed him to meld to your bones, melt his body into yours and to never let you go. How you felt like your desire and love for him were going to burn you alive if he didn’t do something about it right the fuck now. But you couldn’t get the words out. Only a strangled moan managed to escape you as he pushed his middle finger in.

His other hand came up to caress your hairline, he lifted his head, pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Breathe, darlin’. Tell me what you need.” His voice low, raspy, his accent sliding down your spine, making you clench around his finger.

You breathed in through your nose before huffing in frustration. He was giving you what you needed, but it wasn’t enough. You needed him closer still. Needed to feel all of him. “Need you to … fuck my brains out until I stop thinking. Please. I think, I’m going to die if you keep this up.” You looked up into his eyes, putting all of your emotions into your gaze.

You heard his breath hitch in his throat, and he let a low moan slip out as you grabbed his ass and pulled his hips closer to where you needed them. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” He pushed his body up and away from yours a bit, pulling his finger out of you in the process. The movement made you whine in protest and paw at his biceps, his shoulders, anything you could get a hold of to pull him back down onto you. “I know, you need me to. And I promise, I will. I’ll give you everything you want. Just let me taste you first. ‘Cause I think, I’m gonna burst if I don’t do this first. Been too long, sweetheart.”

You groaned as he slid down your body, settling in between your thighs. One of his large hands came up to grab your right thigh and pulled up your leg until it rested on his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your skin. Then looked up at you and paused. There was a pleading look in his eyes, one you rarely got to see. “Please, baby. Need to feel you,” you whispered.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Bob whispered back. And then he dove in. His nose bumped against your clit; the frames of his glasses dug into your skin as his tongue began to lap at you like a starved man. His low groan sent vibrations through your core, you moaned at the feeling. One of your hands shifted to tangle into his curls, pushing his head closer while you pushed you pressed your hips further against him to get the least bit of friction.

“Fuck, Robby. Keep going,” you mumbled. When he moved his face to suck at your clit and instead pushed his middle and ring finger into you, you made a noise between a moan and a sigh. You shifted your hips to get his fingers to go deeper to that spot where you needed them. Bob hummed in response.

You could feel yourself barreling towards the edge, but you didn’t want to let go just yet. While you didn’t think, Bob would make you cum just once this night – usually, if you hadn’t seen each other for a while, you both liked to take your time with each other and, well, sometimes you’d spend the whole night in a tangled mess of limbs.

Hearing Bob’s low “Let go, darlin’. I’ve got you. Just relax and let go” though, told you that you were in for a long night. And it was also the last little nudge that you needed to fully let go. The emotions coursing through your body heightened your senses and your first orgasm of the night hit you like a freight train.

“Fuck ... me,” you gasped before you went to chanting Bob’s name like your prayer as he helped you ride out your high with his fingers. He pulled his mouth away from your clit, instead pressed feathery kisses to your inner thighs.

“I thought that’s what we were doin’, darlin’,” he replied with a chuckle. It took you a second to figure out what he was getting at, but then you joined into his laughter.

You lifted your head, chest heaving and heart pounding in your chest as your core still ached for more. You still needed him inside of you, needed to feel all of him. To come undone on his cock and have him follow suit shortly after. “Depends … how you define sex, baby. Some people don’t count oral as sex.”

“I’d say, those people are idiots,” Bob grumbled and pushed himself up until he was face to face with you again. You couldn’t help the whine that escaped your mouth at the sight of his slicked-up chin. Then he was licking his two fingers clean; and you thought, you might pass out at the sight. How the fuck was your sweet, gentle Robby this fucking hot – and admittedly deservedly smug about his skills in bed? Even if that side only came out in your presence. Bob’s lips pulled up into a grin and he winked at you. “I know, my greedy little princess.”

He bent down to kiss you; you moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue. “Well, can you blame me? I haven’t been able to fuck, let alone touch, you in months. All I could think about the last few days was you. Your fingers. Your mouth… your cock. The way your body moves against mine … I could barely hold it together at work.”

“Jesus, Y/N. You sure, you never want to try out writing poetry or prose?” He kissed you again, only a quick peck that had you lean up to chase his lips.

Already, you could feel the burning desire for him build again in your stomach. You reach down to palm him through his boxers, and smiled at the hiss that escaped him. The way his eyes screwed shut in pleasure and his hips bucked against your hand. You reveled in the fact that you weren’t the only one being this affected, but that it was the same vice versa.

“Why? You like what I got to say?” Your other hand stroked over his cheek; he was leaning into your touch. But then you moved on, tangled your hand into his curls again – and tugged on them. He moaned, loudly, a sound that reverberated off the walls. And your smile only grew brighter. His hips bucked against your hand again, before he snatched your wrist away, pinning it to the bed above your head.

“You’re not fightin’ fair, darlin’.” He was practically purring now as you continued to play with his hair; sometimes tugging on the strands or scratching your nails over his scalp and down his neck.

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “I’m not fighting fair? Take your pants off, Lieutenant, and fuck me.”

Again, you thought, you could see his eyes darken. The usual bright blue now stormier as the same desire raged in his veins that was ready to wreck yours again. “Yes, ma’am.”

He shimmied out of his boxers, and you couldn’t help but stare as his thick cock sprang free. He was rock hard, and you wondered why he hadn’t let you do something about that. But that was your Bobby. Always making sure you came first, even when he was less gentle and gave in to his darker, more dominant side. He leaned over you again, giving a softer smile as he opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube.

He made quick work of the wrapper, but before he could roll it down over his length, you put a hand on his arm. His eyes flicked up to yours in a silent question.

“Let me.”

He nodded, swallowed and handed you the condom. You took it and carefully rolled it down his shaft. You bit down on your lower lip when Bob hissed lightly at the contact, but he didn’t stop you. Instead, you could feel his gaze burn itself into your face. You squeezed a bit of lube onto your hand, gave him a couple quick pumps when you were done and grinned at the groan that rumbled through him.

Then his hands were on you again and he lifted you onto his lap, maneuvering one of the pillows around so he could lay you down onto it. He laced the fingers of one of his hands with yours and pressed it the mattress next to your head while he lined himself up with the other.

“Oh, fuck,” you groaned as he entered you, slowly, so he wouldn’t hurt you and you had time to adjust to the sheer size of him.

“Darlin’,” Bob whispered over and over against your lips before you lifted up your head and crashed your lips against his. Your legs wrapped around his hips and you sighed as you pulled him closer, deeper into you. Your free hand ran down his back, digging your nails into the skin of his lower back.

He began to move, slow and deliberate strokes. But it didn’t take long for the tension to build in your stomach again. Not with the continued praise and sweet nothings that fell from Bob’s lips, joined by you telling him what a good boy he was for you, how proud you were of him, how good he made you feel. When he let go of your hand and his thumb found its way to your clit again, you couldn’t hold back the second orgasm that washed over you. You were sure you screamed his name as you came – unable to give a fuck about what the neighbors might think. And yet, you could tell Bob was holding back. Which was strange, because he wasn’t usually one to have one go and be done for the night, Bob had more stamina than you’d ever thought possible with a man.

So, when your head had cleared and your breathing had calmed down again, you took your chance and – with your legs still wrapped around his hips – pushed to have him roll over on his back. You straddled his hips, slowly pushing yourself back down onto his cock until he was fully seated inside of you. You could feel him twitch at the anticipation of you riding him.

You pulled him up by his shoulders as you began to slowly grind your hips against his. “Why are you holding back, baby? You’ve been so good for me. Want to feel you cum for me. Please, Robby.”

“Fuck,” he huffed out and leaned his forehead against yours. While your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him as close as you possibly could, his fingers dug into your hips and thighs, trying to get you to move faster. “Want you to cum with me, darlin’. Please. Need to feel you squeeze my cock again.”

“Almost there, baby,” you replied and hid your face in the crook of his neck to suck at his pulse point. And it was true, while you kept grinding your hips against him and whimpered at the friction against your clit, you could feel your third orgasm build up.

“Fuck, that’s it, darlin’. Keep going. Don’t stop. Take what you need from me.” He moaned and his fingers dug even deeper into your hips. You were sure, he would leave bruises for you to see in the morning.

You screwed your eyes shut as another orgasm crashed down over you, still hiding your face against his neck to muffle your moans. Bob wasn’t far behind; you could feel him twitch inside of you as he drove his hips up into you. He bit down lightly on your shoulder as he came with a groan.

But what you didn’t know, was that you two had gotten an audience. Some time between your second orgasm and this one, Hangman had come home. And he had no qualms standing in the darkened hallway, watching you ride Bob as he wrung out every last drop of pleasure from you. You didn’t know that Hangman stood there, growing harder as he watched you. But Bob did. He locked eyes with the other man before squeezing them shut as he came. Bob might not have said anything in the moment. But you also didn’t know what this small act of voyeurism would lead to. Would have never expected it to lead to where it did.

#robert bob floyd x reader x jake hangman seresin #robert 'bob' floyd x reader x jake 'hangman' seresin #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd smut #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #robert bob floyd x afab!reader #jake hangman seresin x afab!reader

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quiveringdeer · 1 year

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so I took a nap with my cat, but since I woke up I haven't been able to get the above observation outta my head. And dunno how to make it into a character post so figured I'd just share here.

This started as a long-winded scene idea I was typing up in dms to @marleysfinest after they commented about reading about Reiner cursing in that silly incorrect quote post I made where Pock pushed him down the stairs--just hit real different. And I couldn't agree more.

But instead of becoming the filthy smut I was originally trying to get at, my weird as fuck brain created this spiral of I don't even know what! It's highly self indulgent self insert as Reader. (I mean isn't that what we all write these as?) Though I did try to curb some of my more ridiculous dialogue options I initially intended to use.

Anywho, before the fluff and silliness have some meta musings:

Definitely see Reiner growing up with his mom being the type that doesn't allow bad language in the house. So he's careful about not cussing. And he definitely does, more so in high school and college when he joins a few sports teams because teen boys and all that jazz. But he tries to even outside of that or just hanging with friends because Gabi's been born and he wants to be a good example and such.

But so I was thinkin about dating Rei and never really noticing that he tends not to curse until finally hearing him curse for one of the first times. And because it's the number one cause for yelling expletives, it happens when you're having movie night at your place. There isn't a lamp near the couch --cause who can afford a lamp in THIS economy! (okay maybe you just moved in and things are still in boxes but you both have a standing date night that moving was not going to interrupt I dunno! I dunno why my brain insists on giving convoluted scenarios that really are unneeded 🙃)--

Reiner x Reader

Anywho, no lamp. So of course you do rock paper scissors to figure out who has to get up from the snuggly warm spots on the couch to go turn off the overhead light and he loses. And after turning off the lights, in a rush to get back to the warm snuggling on the couch, he stubbs his poor bare toes on a sturdy box. "Shit!"

No, like reeeally hard. "SHIT MOTHERFU-!" Perfect. So yes. He stubs his toe so hard it throws off his generally great balance and as he's trying not to land on anything important he falls to the floor with a big thud! "Fuck!"

And the whole thing happens in a number of seconds.

You've launched yourself over to the side of the couch closest to him now. Peering down in the dim light of the DVD Title Menu screen, "Rei, honey you good?"

He's sitting up by this point, groaning and muttering as he squeezes his poor, traumatized toe. "Yeah. 'M good." Casting those warm amber eyes over to you, Reiner tries for a grin but manages more of a grimace as he starts to pick himself up. "Too eager to get back to cuddling you."

Settling back into your previous spot on the couch you notice him not putting his assaulted foot fully on the floor. "Aww, sweet baby."

His large body sinks gingerly onto the sofa beside you. He's not trying to sustain any more injuries just dropping himself heavy onto the cushions like he wants to.

"You sure you're good? Don't think I've ever heard you swear like that before."

Reiner dips his head, masking his face in shadow as he feels his cheeks heat. Not that you could see it in the minimal lighting anyway. "Sorry. Didn't mean to. But yeah. I'm okay." To prove his point he lifts up both his legs and wiggles his toes, back-lit by the TV screen. "All in working order."

A tiny amused huff of air puffs past your lips at the endearing little gesture. "Okay." While patting around the fleece blanket with one hand for the remote, your other arm lifts to rest across his broad shoulders. Your fingers curve around the top of his head, sinking into the soft blond strands as you begin massaging gently. It's an unconscious action at this point. You've argued before that running your fingers through his hair feels just as nice to you as it does for him.

Reiner's neck is tilted back, by the time you finally locate the remote beneath the folds of endless fleece. Eyes closed, completely content to just listen to the movie he's forgotten the title of already.

"Also, you didn't have to apologize. For cursing." He turns his head just slightly to see you looking at him with a fond smile. "I don't mind. I honestly can't believe this is literally the first time I've ever heard you do it. And we've been dating for months."

You settle the remote on your lap and keep your eyes on his face. There's a short silence as you watch Reiner's mouth twitch. His brows pull down slightly like he's sifting for the right words.

"My mom always said it was a vulgar habit. So I grew up making sure I didn't slip up at home or in front of strangers."

You laugh and have to quickly follow it with words when you notice Reiner's face go tense. "Sorry, was just laughing cause I'm happy to know after three months of dating you no longer see me as a stranger."

Immediately Reiner starts to sit up straighter, eyes going wide as he angles his large body toward you. "That's not what I–"

One of your fingers presses to his lips, silencing his rebuttal. The hand that'd been occupied in his hair now lays comfortably on his shoulder. "I know honey. Relax. I'm just teasing."

Grin still present from your earlier laughter, you lean in for a slow, tender kiss that has Reiner melting further toward you. Your foreheads rest together as you part from his lips. You have to bit your bottom lip to seal in another delighted chuckle when your eyes open to see his, closed. Honey blond lashes fanned against his cheeks and pretty, wet lips still slightly puckered for more kisses. It never ceased to charm you how such a large, handsome and objectively intimidating man could simultaneously produce the most adorable mannerisms.

"I hope you can feel comfortable enough to do it more in the future. If the urge strikes. Liiiike another lost battle against a box. Or anything really. Whatever. You don't have to hold any part of yourself back from me, Reiner. Okay?"

His eyes had fluttered open as soon as you began to speak. His head nods a bit. A slight up and down motion you feel more than see, with your foreheads still touching. Reiner's eyes close again as he presses forward for another kiss.

You pull back, increasing the distance between your faces as both your hands move to cup his cheeks. "I mean it."

Finally his mouth quirks up in a smile, "I got it."

"Good." Index fingers from both of your hands twiddle the short hairs just above his ears. "So you get that also means if the urge strikes to curse in a positive way?"

"Positive way?" Rei's brows knit together as he tilts his head just a smidge to the left. "Maybe I don't, got it."

Another short burst of laughter leads your response, "Yeah. Positive way. Like overcome with such positive feelings the only words that can truuuly harness the euphoria are curses."

His head cants further at an angle before things click in place. "Oooh. Really?"

"Mmmhm. Actually, if you wanna be more vocal in general, I'd like that. I love the sound of your moans, but the right words can really hit different."

"Oh. I can try to talk more, if you like that."

"Ideally, you'll like it too."

"Mhm."

You can tell by that short response that he's getting caught up in his head. "Reiner?" Your palms squish in his cheeks gently. "Are you trying to think of what things you'd say?"

"Uh. Maybe. I feel like it'll be awkward. No one's ever asked me to talk more during sex. Didn't know it was a thing, to be honest."

Pulling your hands from his face you mute the TV. The DVD Title Menu music was becoming a bit overestimating for this conversation. With the repetitive sounds silenced you maneuvered your body to more comfortably talk with Rei. One leg tucked up between you both, other still situated over the front of the couch. Soft, fluffy blanket redistributed over both of your lower halves.

Reiner, resettled himself in a more comfy position too. Elbow resting against the back of the couch so he could lean his cheek on his knuckles. It wasn't uncommon for conversations to bloom up and distract you both from previously set plans. While it had been a bit unsettling at first, he really relished them now. He was unused to people asking questions and genuinely wanting to hear his thoughts. Okay, that wasn't entirely true. Bertholdt had always been an active listener. So was Pieck. But they'd known each other since elementary school and were close friends.

Maybe that's what it was. He wasn't used to these kinds of conversations happening so frequently with a romantic partner. None of them had ever been so curious to ask and he'd never gotten around to offering up the information freely. Perhaps that was something he should bring up in his next therapy session.

"Hmm, do you think it's awkward when I talk while we're having sex?"

There's quiet confidence paired alongside genuine curiosity situated in your tone. And while it's been many years since he's been a virgin, this simple straightforward question has the tip of his ears flushing hot.

Reiner forces himself to meet your gaze as he responds, "No. I just figured…I don't know. Just never thought about it."

"Not that anyone should use them as any kind of blueprint for real sex, but is there no dirty talk in the porn you watch? Like, the dudes. Do they not say anything?"

If he'd been eating or drinking, he would've certainly choked. Mark this down for another topic he's never discussed with a partner before. "Uh, no? Maybe? Like you said, I don't really watch to pick up tips or tricks." Okay. Maybe that wasn't fully the truth. Some videos had certainly sparked fantasies he's put into motion once or twice.

"Okay, fair." Lifting up the blanket, you move the leg you've had extended over the front of the couch, across Reiner's lap. "Hmm…We'll have to find you more memorable porn, babe."

You snort out a laugh and the sounds eases the tension of embarrassment coiling in his gut. His free arm slips beneath the blanket to hug your leg close to his body. The heat from his palm is distinct as he smooths his hand up and down the outward side of your leg. "You've got to be the first girl I've ever met that wants their boyfriend to watch more porn."

"I'm most definitely not. You just haven't reached that stage of information security clearance with other women yet. And I'll have you know, I was implying you need to watch better porn, not necessarily, more." A giant grin stretches across your face after putting on a mockingly serious voice for that last sentence. Obviously, you're in a very playful mood tonight and the energy is infectious.

"Ah. Forgive me, that's a very important difference right there."

"Damn right it is!"

Reiner can't help but shake his head at the ridiculous exclamation even has laughter rumbles out through his lips.

#was gonna keep this in my hoogle docs #but i just spent over two hrs on this probs so its getting jetted into the internet ether #hopefully it's entertaining for others #and you can donate some comments of your thoughts below? 👉🏽👈🏽#reiner x reader #nat writes #aot x reader #aot meta #reiner braun #there is so much conjecture in the top meta rambling #but it's for my plot so meh #there also coulda been more but again this wasnt even supposed to be all this #and my brain is tired 🥲

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moongirlcleo · 1 year

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Jellal x Fem!Reader

summary: imagine needing a source of info on Jellal so ft member! Female reader manages to find him while on a job, of course this info costs a fee, and with no money there must be other ways to compensate that would leave the reader twitching and with the information she needs, ya know👀 CW: character is slightly OOC in this to fit the request, but who cares. Smut, a good time, alcohol consumption, slight dubcon thanks to booze. A/N: i wont even lie, this got lost because I lost the original ask due to trying to figure out who this request was about, but thank you for reminding me.

There weren't many things that surprised you in life anymore. Today was one of those few times. You were fairly sure that what you were about to do would go down as either the most disturbing moment of your life, or the most... satisfying. Especially because it wasn't something that happened to you, being caught without money and trying to glean information about someone.

Instead, you found yourself at Jellal's mercy. Well, perhaps not exactly. You still had some of your pride. And any woman who thinks she's got anything left has never met Jellal. Your only option for now, then, was to agree to his demands or pay up accordingly. After all, you already let it slip you were there for information about him. Erza had sent you on this mission, and you weren't expecting your target to be so... sexy. Or available. It could be a fun night.

"You want some wine?" He asked, before going over to pour himself a glass. The table was cluttered with various types, from sweet whites to more bold reds, sparkling ones and others. "It'll help calm you down."

That sounded like the perfect idea to you right now. Even though your situation wasn't ideal by any means, you needed some liquid courage. You always did when dealing with strange men, and he certainly qualified as that. You didn't know much about him, but he seemed a little out of place here in this deserted town. Did he own this bar? How much was he worth? What kind of stuff did he like to do? Those were questions that would probably have to wait until tomorrow.

For tonight, you just wanted to drink and get on with the interrogation. "Yes, please."

As he poured your glass, you sat down across from him, eyes fixed on his hands. You'd spent quite a bit of time practicing self-defense with different types of knives and swords, but none of them were able to pierce human skin. With your focus elsewhere, however, you barely felt him sit next to you. But when he finally reached over and offered you the glass, you soon found yourself in his lap.

Jellal's hands slid around your waist and onto your hips.

His fingers pressed against your sides and you could feel the tips run along your backside, causing your body to shiver. His smirk radiated across his face, hiding whatever secrets you came to extract from him.

"So you came to get information on me, yeah?" He purred into your ear. "And how much are you willing to pay me for it?"

In one swift motion, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, straddling you. A small part of you hoped you might be able to fight him off and escape, but the alcohol in your system had already done its work.

"I--" You tried to respond, but the blush along your cheeks gave you away. Jellal laughed.

"Alright, pretty bird, I'll give you what you want to know. For a fee, of course."

Jellal smirked again, letting his hand slide around your throat. You flinched, surprised at the roughness of his touch. Maybe it was the alcohol making you weak, but you felt your knees tremble as he whispered directly into your ear, using his free hand to unbutton your blouse.

When he pulled back, he pushed the straps of your bra aside and exposed your breasts. "Let's see how badly you want this info. Make me want to give it to you."

He tugged your shirt back down, giving him access to your skin. His finger traced circles around your breasts, and you arched your back, thrusting them closer towards him. As you lost control, you began to giggle and press against his body. Your mind couldn't grasp what was happening, but all you knew was that your brain seemed to shut down, leaving you helplessly turned on.

When Jellal lifted his finger away, you looked at him through hooded eyes. "What's the price?"

Jellal smirked. "Good girl. Not very difficult to convince. One kiss, and you're already at my mercy. Make me cum, and I'll give you the info."

His words ignited an even stronger desire within you. It was hard enough being able to look into his lustful gaze, but now he was practically commanding you to pleasure him. You whimpered softly and stood up, climbing back onto his lap. With a breath, you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him roughly. His lips parted slightly and you slipped your tongue inside, slowly gliding over his teeth. This time, he let out a low groan and returned the favor, running his hands down your backside and into your underwear. Your stomach clenched.

There was nothing else you could think about but how good it felt to be with him. He picked you up easily, and carried you over to a large couch. You kicked your legs around as he set you down, almost crushing your breasts in the process. When you felt his hardness press against your thigh, you moaned loudly.

You smiled shyly, licking your lips. Before you knew it, you found yourself underneath him. You wiggled under his weight, eager to feel him deep inside of you. His pants remained unzipped, and you moved closer to push them down, but Jellal shook his head.

"Wait." He said, grabbing a nearby chair and setting it upright. "Sit."

Once seated, he reached out his hand and ran it up your inner thigh. Slowly, he slid a finger under your panties and pressed forward. As his other hand made its way to the top of your breast, he slid two fingers into your wet slit. You squirmed beneath him, moaning loudly as he stroked you.

Your thighs clamped together involuntarily, but he gripped them tightly, forcing them open. With his free hand, he began to massage your bundle of nerves. With each brush of his thumb, you cried out. Finally, he leaned forward, burying his face between your legs. His warm breath sent chills throughout your body. His hot mouth surrounded your clit, sucking it gently. You wrapped your arms around his head, grabbing handfuls of hair.

With each stroke, you couldn't hold back your cries. Jellal licked his lips, then pressed his tongue harder against you. You cried out again, unable to control your pleasure.

Your head fell back, your hands gripping his head as you rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Every thrust pushed you further into climax, making you grab his shoulder tighter. As your breathing slowed, you glanced down to find his cock sticking straight out. Still erect, it pointed right at your face. With a sly grin, he grabbed your chin and forced you to meet his gaze.

You started to lean forward, intent on taking him in your mouth, but his lips stopped you.

The smile returned to his face. "Oh no, I'm fucking you right here." Hearing those words had your pussy clenching even harder than before.

"Come on," he murmured, running his fingers up and down your torso. "Back to the couch."

By the time you were seated once again, you couldn't contain yourself any longer. Panting heavily, he lowered his hips and let his thick member slide into your body. He sank slowly, grinding his hips against yours, and you took a sharp intake of breath. He leaned forward, kissing you deeply as he fucked you mercilessly.

Each thrust sent shockwaves throughout your body, making your clit throb. Sweat dripped from Jellal's brow as he stared down at you. Without warning, he suddenly increased the pace, pressing his hips down hard against yours. Every thrust sent a new wave of pleasure surging through your body, making you whimper uncontrollably. Suddenly, Jellal pulled out and slammed into you once more. Then again, and again.

All too quickly, you were nearing another climax. As you looked up at him, you saw his face contorted in pleasure. His eyes glazed over as his dick pulsated, sending thick white ropes of seed shooting into you. With every pulse, you came as well, your orgasm spilling over you in sheets. You fell limp on the couch, breathing heavily. Jellal collapsed beside you, panting.

After several minutes, he finally regained his senses. Gently, he pulled his softening member out of you. You lay there in blissful exhaustion, exhausted by both the passion and the physical exertion. The room was filled with the faint smell of sex, and it took a while for your body to return to normal.

Jellal leaned over and kissed you on the forehead. "You can ask me anything now, if you like."

At first, you thought he was kidding. The whole thing was such a blur, and you'd almost forgotten why you were there in the first place. It took everything in you to recall what you needed from him, and he patiently waited for you to ask him all you needed.

It wasn't until the following day did the whole thing hit you. Maybe you'd take missions like these more often.

#fairy tail #fairy tail fandom #fairy tail headcanons #fairy tail headcanon #fairy+tail+x+reader #jellal fernandes #moongirlcleo

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clarkes-and-god · 8 months

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Cherish's Diary:

Please God, give me the strength to get through this difficult season of life. I've already felt like I'm running on nothing, but now with Tyson about to be homeschooled, I have no idea what I'm meant to do. I don't like leaving Tobias home with the kids, so I'm up at 4am most days to get to work for 5, then I'm back before 8am so I can look after the kids. I know men aren't meant to look after kids, but it does hurt my heart when I come back and both the girls are fussy, Tyson is trying his best to get ready and look after them, and Tobias is still passed out in bed. And then I'm chasing after them all day -- Neveah's a sweet girl, but she's just a baby and she cries, Mandy is also a sweetheart but she still needs looking after, and Tyson has a good heart but it honestly seems like he's trying to get Tobias to slap him across the face some days.

I hate that he's worrying about me, but I do just wish he'd quit the talking back. It only manages to rile up his dad more, and that only makes it worse for me and him. After the argument they had yesterday, with Tobias getting all up in his face and yelling, I really don't want to leave Tyson alone with him. He hasn't hit him yet, but I don't trust him not to be too rough if he's mad. I mean, of course my daddy hit us, but he didn't cuss and yell like that, like he was in a bar fight or something awful. He's only seven, he doesn't need to be hearing all those awful words. And if he doesn't get hit, I'll get hit, and while I'd rather me than him, I still don't want that at all. Homeschooling is going to be awful if he doesn't learn quickly that he needs to be nicer to his dad. I'm praying that he's just picked up the arguing from public school, and he'll lose it now he's at home. It should work out, I'm the one who originally wanted to homeschool him, after all.

I'm writing this at midnight, Neveah won't settle, she just loves her cuddles, which is so sweet. All the ladies at church would love such a sweet, snuggly, little girl, but it's hard to appreciate it as much when I need to get up in four hours. Sometimes I do think that Tobias could put more effort into finding a better job than he currently is, and then I'd be able to quit mine and really enjoy being a mommy. I'll pray for him too, he really is a good man even if he struggles sometimes.

#cherish #tobias #girlfriend you are a married single mom #get out #fundie sims #quiverfull sims #fundie snark #fundie simblr #modest sims #satire #homeschool sims #tobiascherish

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ben-101-rewrite · 1 year

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Took me some time to do this one, both because I have been busy, and because this is like my least favourite season in all of Ben 10, haha. So it took me some time to think of how I would write this arc, and have it make sense. So I hope I did this arc some justice and you all enjoy my ideas for it. And thank you all for the support! 💚

-Vilgax’s Return-

A good chunk of the galaxy is now recovering from the aftermath of the Highbreed war, and while Ben and the Alien Force crew managed to defeat the Highbreed without the war going too far, there was still a lot of damage done that requires time to heal.

Ben feels good about himself, having proven he can be a leader, got himself an ally in Reiny, and mastered the new rebooted version of his watch. He does, admittedly, get a little too confident with himself, to the point where he argues with Azmuth that maybe it's time he has Master Control. Not helped by half the galaxy praising him every second he's around.

However, his new fame catches the unwanted attention of Vilgax, who has been spending his years going back to conquering more planets, and getting stronger. Originally to fight Ben again one day, but moved on from that sometime after Ben stopped using the watch. However, upon hearing of Ben's actions in the war, he decides it's time to try and finally win a fight against Ben again.

Unlike most places in the galaxy, Vilgax and his land were untouched by the Highbreed, as Reiny later reveals they were going to deal with him and his land after the war.

Because the Plumbers are stretched thin across the galaxy, and with earth being considered a lower priority, Vilgax is able to storm his way onto earth and challenge Ben to a fight, that need to win getting to him again.

Max gets the Alien Force crew together, mostly Ben, Gwen, Kevin and the Plumber kids, to figure out a plan. Max is very well aware that they are not equipped to fight Vilgax at this moment, but Ben is convinced he can beat his old foe, especially if he had master control. Not quite realising how strong Vilgax has gotten over the years.

When Max disagrees, and Azmuth again says no over a call, Kevin decides to pitch in and try and hack the watch for Ben, agreeing that they should be allowed to have all the fighting power they need. Gwen disagrees, but doesn't stop them.

Sadly, this breaks the watch, causing Ben to keep switching between his aliens randomly without control, similar to one of his previous fights with Vilgax. Along with Kevin being mutated with random material parts. Ben knows he can't fight Vilgax this way and has to call Azmuth for help, who is absolutely furious with Ben, but agrees to come and help fix the watch.

Unfortunately, Vilgax has set up a barrier system that blocks out Azmuth's teleporting system, meaning they'll have to find and break it first, without Vilgax seeing Ben and starting the fight.

With the help of Max and the Plumber kids, they find all devices across Bellwood that are causing this barrier, at one point having to fight Psyphon, SixSix, SevenSeven & EightEight. And Ben narrowly keeps missing Vilgax.

Azmuth manages to make it and arrives to fix the watch. But as he does so, he and Ben have a heated argument, Azmuth even threatening to take the watch after Ben fights Vilgax, but is convinced not to. Though the trust between them is clearly broken, Ben feels guilty about it.

Now feeling like he has to prove himself even more, Ben denies help from the Alien Force crew, planning to challenge Vilgax alone.

Vilgax, however, is not planning to play fair. At the start of the fight it's just a one-on-one battle, but Vilgax starts using new or even cheap tactics, including having Psyphon, SixSix, SevenSeven & EightEight on the side lands causing distractions and damage, throwing Ben off.

However, as Vilgax gets the upper hand, the others step in, including people like Max, Xylene and Julie with Ship. They convince Ben to let them help, which he finally agrees to. Together they start pushing Vilgax back, but even it's not enough just yet.

Ben ends up making the wrong move when he switches to Diamondhead, something Vilgax could combat, and he shatters the alien. For a moment, everyone thinks he's won, when Chromastone appears underneath the Diamondhead layer, confusing almost everyone, though Vilgax seems to recognise this form.

Chromastone and Vilgax fight, with Chromastone getting the upper hand as Vilgax has never fought this form before. But there is something strange going on with Ben, as he speaks no words and moves in a manner that makes it feel like he's not entirely in control. But by the time he beats Vilgax, he seems to have returned to his regular self.

Defeated once again, Vilgax has no choice but to retreat, but that sense of pride and not wanting to lose to Ben again causes Vilgax to start making more plans. He leaves with his followers, and the Alien Force crew celebrate their winnings.

After learning Azmuth is already gone, Ben feels too guilty to call him and apologise. He also later admits to Gwen, Kevin and Julie that something felt off about Chromastone, but it felt familiar, though he doesn't know what.

After a couple of days of silence, Ben starts getting calls to help around the galaxy, people coming to him for help. He takes on these jobs happily, but the amount he takes on gets exhausting, especially since he feels like he has to fix everyone's problems, though he fails to do so a few times.

However, things get more complicated when Ben learns that Vilgax is again up to something. Turns out Vilgax is not only using all his planets to build an army, but he also seeks out more allies and potent tools to use against Ben, planning to strike down on earth.

Ben contacts the Magistrata who watches over the sector with earth in it, Emera, for help. She offers the Plumber support she can give, but admits there is very little they can do to help at this moment. Many other planets and even other sectors that need their help. She suggests that he try and make his own allies to help him.

He first goes to the Highbreed, asking Reiny for help, but Reiny admits that it might be better if they sit back because no one in the galaxy trusts them at this moment, and their appearance might make things worse. Ben also thinks about asking Azmuth and the galvans for help, but he knows they are also recovering from the war, and thinks Azmuth might not listen to him.

A few things happen on earth as well that cause some unwanted problems, like Charmcaster & Hex returning, the Knights scaring people regarding the topic of aliens due to the invasion, and some people trying to take advantage of the situation earth is in.

It also doesn't help that both Kevin and Gwen are struggling with a lot as well. Kevin dealing with his mutation problem, and Gwen questioning what she wants to be and things about her anodite heritage. At the very least, the Plumber kids and Julie are backing up Ben quite a bit.

Ben has also been avoiding using Chromastone after a while, his control over the form feeling weird, along with getting strange dreams connected to Chromastone, all of which feel too similar to the ghostfreak situation.

However, things briefly take a turn during this race between Ben and Vilgax when Vilgax tries making allies with the wrong person, Zs'skayr. He sets the ectonurite lord free, having learnt of Ben's fears of him, and hoping he can team up with the Anur System. Sadly for him, Zs'skayr takes control of the situation by possessing Vilgax, and using the new body to take over Vilgax's homeworld.

A member of Vilgaxia manages to flee and run to Ben for help. At first, Ben does not want to, but he quickly changes his mind when understanding that Vilgax's people are not the same as him, even if he is hesitant about this whole situation.

They sneak in with the member that called for help, eventually confronting Zs'skayr in Vilgax's body. But with the combined power of the two foes, with no backup with them, Ben knows he can't outfight Zs'skayr. So Ben comes up with a dangerous plan that involves letting Zs'skayr possess him, but tricks him as now Gwen and Kevin threaten to burn him with light, Ben managing to hold him in place and tells him the only way to save himself is to go back into the watch, something Zs'skayr eventually agrees to.

Despite having watched the whole thing, Vilgax still threatens Ben, almost having his guards attack them, much to Ben's annoyance. Especially when seeing his people still willing to follow Vilgax after all of this. So the group escapes, while Vilgax makes more plans.

In fact, one of his next plans even gets the attention of Azmuth, learning that Vilgax is on Xenon, looking for something. Requiring help, he begrudgingly brings Ben, Kevin and Gwen with him back to Xenon, where they learn Vilgax is after the device Azmuth made that absorbs all the light in the vicinity, which he admittedly left behind all those years ago.

Since they're now speaking face to face again, Ben and Azmuth have an awkward time trying to communicate, especially since they are back at the location they first met. There are some breakthroughs between them, but neither push to say what is truly needed.

However, the environment and Vilgax catch them off guard, and he manages to snatch up the first thinker and run off with him. Kevin and Gwen convince Ben to follow after, while they stay behind and deal with the other things attacking them.

Ben confronts Vilgax, who is threatening Azmuth, and manages to save his mentor, but the two enemies have to leave it as a stalemate to the hostile environment. But Ben does manage to break the device Vilgax was looking over, running off with the crew.

After that event, Ben finds that there is something wrong with him and the watch, eventually found to be Zs'skayr, who is trying to corrupt the omnitrix from the inside. Ultimately leading to the point where Ben has to let him free, or risk being permanently possessed. And Zs'skayr uses the opportunity to flee.

Given all that's been happening, Ben finds himself being run dry, realising that making being the known hero of the galaxy isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Gwen and Kevin are also struggling a lot, Kevin even running into his dad's killer, or Gwen learning more about anodites when finding her cousin Sunny is one.

Then one day, Tetrax suddenly shows up after all these years, demanding Ben turn into Chromastone. He reveals that he saw in the media somewhere Ben turning into Chromastone, and that caused him to steal back the red crystal he gave to Vilgax years ago. When Chromastone takes the crystal, Ben is separated from him and learns that there was indeed another conscious in him, being Sugilite. Though, unlike the last situation with Zs'skayr, they find Sugilite is a kind being.

On the way to where Petropia used to be, Tetrax explains the backstory behind Sugilite, including how he is their ruler, and might be able to bring his people back. Vilgax, however, is very much keen for this not to happen, and races after them.

Ben finds he can still become Chromastone and ends up joining Sugilite's side in repairing the world. When Vilgax and some of his men arrive, the Plumber kids, Kevin and Gwen, have to keep him at bay, as Ben is unable to join, Sugilite telling him to have faith in his team.

Thankfully, before Vilgax can finally reach them, Petropia and its people are revived and are enough to scare off Vilgax. Sugilite explains what happened to his people, and while most reject Tetrax and his apology, Sugilite openly forgives him. Tetrax decides to stay, despite the hostile looks at him, in order to make it up to his people.

Ben and the crew return to some more missions, and try to find allies, but what they can get doesn't seem like enough. And everything finally comes to a head when Vilgax seeks out one more ally.

He manages to locate Albedo, who had recently stolen from Azmuth an omnitrix core, using it to make the ultimatrix. A device he wants to prove is better than the omnitrix, and he solely designed it as a tool of destruction and war. Vilgax manages to convince Albedo to team up with him, playing into the young galvan's need to feel right.

With everything he needs, Vilgax attacks earth with his new forces and equipment, breaking through the Plumber's defence that they had. Albedo is sent to find Ben, and convinces him to come out and fight, revealing his ultimate forms.

The two tussle for a good while before backup arrives, helping Ben. But Vilgax finally arrives, and swarms Ben's forces, learning from last time. It eventually reaches the point where he threatens to kill people like Gwen, Max and Kevin if Ben doesn't surrender the watch and himself.

Feeling backed into a corner and knowing Vilgax is serious, he ends up handing over the Omnitrix. But his friends give him an opening to escape, and Julie and Ship manage to grab Ben and run.

Vilgax finds that he is unable to put on the watch, due to its DNA signature lock system, and demands his forces find Ben. He then turns his attention to Albedo, who actually denies helping Vilgax figure out the watch, stating that he's not here for that, feeling confident that Vilgax can't do anything to him. Unfortunately, that's enough for Vilgax to backstab him and find a way to take down Albedo and the ultimatrix, much to Albedo's frustration and anger at himself.

Once somewhere safe, Julie tries talking with Ben, who is entirely stressed out, feeling like he's failed, and not knowing what to do. Julie reassures him, knowing Ben can think of something, but eventually walks off with Ship to give him space. Alone, Ben finally calls for Azmuth's help, knowing he needs his mentor's help. Azmuth does appear, giving a talk with Ben, but eventually helps him with a plan to at least deal with Vilgax having the omnitrix.

Ben pretends to surrender himself over, being brought to Vilgax, who demands Ben put the watch on him. But Ben uses this moment to self-destruct the omnitrix, meaning neither of them can have it. Before Vilgax can retaliate, Azmuth reveals he brought in some forces from Galvan Prime to help, distracting Vilgax long enough for Julie and Ship to free the others.

Ben confronts and frees Albedo, demanding the ultimatrix. At first, Albedo seems keen not to listen, but his wounded pride and Vilgax's taunts get to him, eventually giving Ben the new watch before sneaking off while no one is looking.

As Ben and Vilgax throw down, Ben uses the new ultimatrix feature, becoming ultimate Swampfire to fight Vilgax. But as they fight, Ben worries that Vilgax's forces will still be too much to deal with, when more backup arrives as a surprise.

People like the Highbreed or Sugilite and his men come to help, all of them realising how much they owe Ben, and know it's not fair to leave him hanging after all he's done for them. Meaning Ben can put all his focus solely on Vilgax.

The two have a brutal fight, but with the use of an ultimate alien, Ben is able to win in the end. Though it takes one of Vilgax's people to convince him to throw in the towel and just leave. But he vows to Ben he will keep coming back time and time again until he wins, clearly regressing to the person he became in the original series.

Vilgax and his forces eventually leave, and Ben thanks everyone who came to help, the Plumbers even extending some uniting ideas with people like the Highbreed and Petropia.

Ben finds Azmuth, who had been trying to find Albedo, and the two talk. Ben fully and properly apologises for what happened, and Azmuth forgives him and even apologises for some of the ways he's behaved. They talk about the ultimatrix, Azmuth admitting that he was working on a new, upgraded form of the watch, but since it's not ready, he has to work with Albedo's creation for the time being.

Kevin finds he has returned to normal after the omnitrix was destroyed, restoring some confidence back into him. And Gwen allows herself a moment to reflect on who she wants to be, regardless of her human or anodite sides.

Impressed by the Plumber kids' work, Max manages to get them more missions outside of Ben's stuff, encouraging them to start becoming their own thing.

And Vilgax licks his wounds, already vowing for his revenge once again.

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i would quite genuinely love nothing more than to hear a directors commentary of ‘let’s go back, let’s go back and start again’. fantastic concept, wonderful execution. one of the most intriguing trek fics i’ve come across in recent years; i’d love to know as much about it as you can share

This was such a wonderful ask to receive, I'm floored! Thank you, you're very kind. And I'm thankful for the opportunity to revisit this fic—I really need to finish it, but I've been terribly ashamed of how long I've let it sit without an update. Maybe this will be the final push I need to get back into it!

DVD extras-style commentary about the first chapter of “Let's go back, let's go back and start again” under the cut.

The title of this chapter is “Cause and Effect” which is of course a reference to the time loop episode of TNG—the events of which are also mentioned towards the end. (The title of Chapter 2 is also a reference to a time loop episode, this time from Xena: Warrior Princess. We'll see if I manage to keep the theme up in future chapters too!)

“Computer, lights,” she says, mouth as dry as a d-class planet. Her fight with the blanket has claimed as victim the old wind-up alarm clock that Tom had gifted her years before, which is now laying on the side of her nightstand among glass shards.

I love Tom's old clock so much (RIP). This fic started as a gift for @ezrisdax, lover of time loops extraordinaire but... not so much of Tom Paris, so this was the only mention of Tom I planned to have. I'm not sure if this will keep being true as the fic goes on, but you should imagine him being busy with piloting the ship throughout the madness, so there won't be much of him in future chapters regardless. I still like the fact that Tom gave B'Elanna an old wind-up alarm clock, it feels a very Tom thing to do. It breaking is one of the most vivid images I had in my mind while writing the first two chapters, even if perhaps not a super original one.

But even as she says that her now fully-awakened brain begins to appreciate how dangerous the situation actually is. Unstable reactions are usually stopped by powering down the core and switching to auxiliary power, but they can’t do that while at warp. And if the core is unstable, there’s no guarantee that it will be able to collapse the subspace bubble around the ship in a way that would guarantee the ship’s integrity. That is why Main Engineering is essentially built around the core, housing control loops on control loops with as many redundancies Starfleet could think of in the course of more than two centuries of development, just to prevent this very situation to ever arise.

Ah technobabble, a staple of Voyager—can never escape it when I write Voyager fic! These two paragraphs in particular are meant to set up the 'main' scifi conundrum of this fic: the ship finds itself in a paradox, and later Seven tries to 'solve this' by entering another paradox, via time travel shenanigans. Loops on loops!

B’Elanna presses the heels of her palms against her eye sockets. “Dammit. How could something like this even happen?” She catches herself right before saying ‘on my watch’, which it technically wasn’t because she was sleeping. But it’s still her Engineering.

One of the things that keeps me up at night about B'Elanna is that she's a workaholic, and she's one because she stakes so much of her own self-worth on how much she thinks she can be of use in any particular situation. And she is indispensable on Voyager—but as much as her role on the ship allows her to thrive like she never has before in her life, she's also held hostage by it in some way. It's her Engineering, her engine. But if it's misbehaving (and how it is misbehaving here is also important) then what it means for B'Elanna and her own self-worth? If this happened on her watch, does it mean she's just as flawed and as hopeless a case as so many people in her life insisted that she is?

She can’t deny that she feels less like the ground is disappearing around her feet with Harry at her side. Tentatively, she reaches out to squeeze his left forearm, lightly, just long enough to break the tension they’re both under.

The friendship between Harry and B'Elanna is definitely central to this fic, and here is the first instance of Harry offering the support B'Elanna needs in the moment. I admit I made up the forearm-squeezing gesture, I don't think it ever happens in the show. B'Elanna basically never touches people who aren't Tom onscreen (if I think too hard at how closed-off she is my chest hurts...), but I like to think she allows herself this level of intimacy with Harry, especially in difficult situations.

B’Elanna’s skin goes cold and clammy hearing that. “It’s trying to control all the ship’s systems as if they were still stock,” she mutters. Carey nods. “And failing. Everything from energy requirements to calibration is very different now, but the computer keeps prodding the ship if it were still to Starfleet’s specs, core included.”

And here it is, the reason why they're in danger: the ship isn't anything close to Starfleet specs anymore, and it isn't recognizing itself any longer. It's basically having an identity crisis—one that will affect B'Elanna too as things go on, because she was the one that changed the ship so thoroughly. And B'Elanna was never Starfleet material to begin with, or so she thinks. So my main idea with this fic was that the situation B'Elanna is confronting is a sort of an existential problem for her on two levels, on one hand there's a whole ship to save but on the other in order to do so she has to reckon with her role as the (necessarily) most unorthodox engineer to ever work on a Federation starship, and what she's had to compromise with in order to survive over the years. (And that's not even counting the time loop yet!)

“Continue working on it, we’ll deal with steering the ship. In the meantime I’ve sent Seven of Nine your way, I think we need everyone we can spare working on the problem.”

B’Elanna suppresses a groan. Cool, on top of everything else she’ll have to deal with Seven too. “Acknowledged, captain.”

“I know you’ll come through, B’Elanna. Janeway out.”

B’Elanna grits her teeth, eyes closed. The captain’s favorite rhetorical trick, reminding her of the trust she puts in B’Elanna in case the pressure of doing her job right wasn’t enough. Of course she’ll come through. She has to, or they will all die. There is no other alternative. What else is new?

I said before on this blog that I love the complexity of the relationships between Janeway, B'Elanna and Seven, and I'm very fond of this bit of dialogue. Janeway's whole approach to command is fascinating to me, as it's highly dependent on her having built a very specific type of relation to her subordinates, one where they would do anything for her as long as they have her affection and approval. B'Elanna is not immune to this either but I think her general wariness towards people makes her... a little savvier about it than most (not that it helps her much). And then there's Seven, another entire can of worms. I don't blame Harry for thinking that B'Elanna was mad about Seven being sent to help, rather than being irritated at Janeway's patronizing.

Seven takes the news in stride. “That explains why the Borg alcoves are currently offline. The astrometrics lab is also non-operational.”

I'm not sure if I'll write a chapter from Seven's POV in this fic, but you should assume she woke up as the alcoves went offline, which happens pretty much at the same time as when B'Elanna wakes up in the loop. I like to imagine Seven experiencing something very similar to the disorientation of waking up from sleep, which would make her even grumpier than usual!

B’Elanna has to remind herself to not gloat too obviously. Daring Seven to rise to the challenge is a tried and true way to get past any of her objections—B’Elanna is honestly amazed that Seven has not caught onto it yet.

When my wife read this chapter she laughed at this paragraph and said that it's funny how B'Elanna micromanages Seven, and I had to concede that that's true! One of the main challenges with this fic for me is to stick as closely as possible to the kind of antagonistic relationship they have in canon, because without it the plot doesn't make sense. I feel like I have a hard time writing interpersonal friction between characters realistically—it doesn't help that I want B'Elanna and Seven to understand each other SO BAD—so this fic is an exercise in reining in my impulse to reach for the easiest possible solution. Luckily for me, B'Elanna and Seven together are very fun to write even when they bicker.

Her head spins. In a way, she’s always known that she would go down with the ship eventually. Maybe the Doctor will even be able to inject some anti-radiation medication in time, if she manages to bring the core back from the brink.

Oh B'Elanna... I explain this only in chapter 2, but given the computer situation plus the fact that they're at warp they can't dump the core like it happens in “Day of Honor”. But of course self-sacrifice is the 'easy' way out...

“This can’t be happening,” B’Elanna says dumbly. Her legs refuse to move.

... and what actually happens is that B'Elanna sees Harry die once again. This will condition B'Elanna's behavior in future time loops pretty heavily, and I can't blame her! A lot of my motivation for writing Harry's temporary death was to 'remake' “Deadlock”'s ending but with Harry and B'Elanna's friendship taking the central stage instead of being hand-waved away. No, not everything is fine after that; it really can't be.

Seven seems about to answer her when the buzz coming from the core rises both in pitch and volume to the point of pain. They both turn to look at it and it’s unrecognizable, a column burning purple, brighter and brighter until B’Elanna’s eyes hurt almost as much as her ears and—

If anyone were to make art based on this chapter I would love for it to be this scene, Seven and B'Elanna witnessing the core breach together while bathed in bright purple light.

She pretty much tackles him for a hug, and he lets out a surprised ‘oof’. He’ll have to deal with it, because she’s not sure her knees are holding her up very well. She’d been so convinced that he was gone. But no, the nightmare was over thankfully.

B'Elanna is once more allowing herself a bit more affection than usual here—she just saw Harry die in front of her eyes, again. I think not even B'Elanna would be able to play it cool like she does in other situations on the show.

She was right. She was right. “I put two and two together,” B’Elanna quips, too overwhelmed by relief to come up with a better excuse. She’s not delusional, she is remembering actual events. Events that haven’t happened yet.

I've been going back forth on whether this fic takes place before or after “Barge of the Dead”, and I tend to think it's before. I wrote it to belong to the season 6 timeline (like most of my Voyager fic), but B'Elanna imho would have a different perspective on visions and the like after that specific episode, and perhaps not be so afraid of them (or so relieved that she isn't 'delusional').

B’Elanna sighs, rubbing her forehead with her fingers. Of course there’s a jumper cable—with the amount of voltage spikes that particular interface goes through they’d be swapping out blown diodes every other week, and the interface itself can take some beating. At some point someone must have decided that it was not worth the risk of running out of spares during a replicator rationing, or the hassle. It could have very well been her. The thought chills her to the bone.

The theme of B'Elanna's necessarily unorthodox approach to engineering comes back—except now worse! Guess what electrocuted Harry? Another compromise made because Voyager is stranded in the DQ with very few resources, both material and of personnel. I'm sure this won't play a number on B'Elanna at all :)

“But I’m not dead now,” Harry counters, pointing at himself. “How could I have died in the first place?” “It has not happened yet, and hopefully it won’t happen at all now that the issue has been fixed.” B’Elanna scowls. There is really only one explanation for such a confusing chain of events. “I—I think we might be in a temporal paradox.”

Another comment my wife made while reading is that the characters here are very genre-savvy, which is accurate. I personally dislike when characters in a setting that routinely involves time travel don't think of time travel as a possibility. This is why B'Elanna figures things out so early, and why Seven thought of exploiting time travel in the first place, as she explains in chapter 2. But genre-savviness also has its downsides! The only thing I can say about this is that you'll have to see how this particular thread plays out. (I really need to finish this fic.)

She marches across the room, intersecting Seven’s trajectory near the opposite side of the core. B’Elanna faces her and she is suddenly, irrationally certain that Seven, too, remembers. There is no trace of confusion in her cool demeanor. “What the fuck,” B’Elanna hisses, “did you do to the warp core?”

I'm still so proud of how I ended this chapter. I feel like I rarely write 'quotable lines'—my prose is very matter-of-fact, especially in action-y fic like this one—but iirc I envisioned this chapter ending on this note early on during the writing process, and I think I pulled it off nicely. What Seven did complicates things immensely, although it was the only option they had left—and it's a theme in this fic that compromises made in order to survive are going to have consequences. And now B'Elanna and Seven are going to have to work together to climb out of this mess of their own creation :)

#askbox #fic commentary #thank you again so much for this ask!!

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Long Post. TW Pet Loss.

Today we made the difficult decision to let Jack go. I've been meaning to do an introduction post for a while complete with pictures, but I hadn't gotten around to it. Jack is the cat in my icon at least, so there's one of the cutest pics I have of him. Most of the other cute ones are from when he was asleep or didn't know I was photographing him. He was very protective of his image, and it helped that he was born during a time when cameras still couldn't capture the void essence very well.

He was the king of the house, ruler of the roost, and grade-A asshole that controlled our lives (in the best way possible of course). There really aren't words to describe what our lives are going to be like now because we have no idea. He's the one who determined meal times for the entire house, snuggles VS no snuggles, and when I should actually wake up when it wasn't a work day. He would regularly take over my bed in his later years, and he spent the bulk of his earlier ones being kept out of places (unsuccessfully).

There are so many stories I could tell about him, but since this is my first time talking about the actual 4-trenchcoat-cats, I'll give everyone his introduction to us. It's only fitting folks see how it all began.

Picture it, 2009. We still had our larger dog then, and she spent her days sunning in our front yard whenever it was cool enough (and hoping we'd forget her when it rained). She was our ruler back then, and one day we noticed her eying our wood pile with considerable interest. There was no getting her away from it.

Then we heard it, sharp meows that could only come from the tiniest of kittens. He was the shade of the shadows and blended in well, but we spotted him, and knowing he couldn't fend for himself, we brought him inside.

We were a dogs-only household, firmly dog people. We'd started feeding some outside cats, but we'd never had one indoors. And now this little black menace was demanding food and attention, and well, we fell for it. I guess he always knew this was where he was supposed to be, and it's also one of the best origin stories of the lot seeing that the others just sort of showed up.

It's also only fitting he passed now. We lost that dog the following Thanksgiving, and now we've said goodbye to him just short of Christmas. I think the two of them wanted to be remembered, and I'm grateful for that. If it weren't for Facebook memories, I wouldn't be able to keep up.

He'll be our first that we cremate. It's only fitting that his final resting place be where he can watch us and judge us for our poor life choices, watch over our mealtimes with a hawk-like eye, and probably haunt us a little because why not? A guy has to have hobbies.

He leaves behind a sissy who doesn't know what to do with herself at. all., but I'm managing. Our two human parents who are also at a state of What Now? after so many years of trying to keep him alive, this was not a short journey. Lastly, the now three trenchcoat cats are going to do their best to honor his memory, but I just know they'll come up a little short. A new era is beginning, and I don't think it's hit them yet. I don't think it ever will if I'm being honest. How do you move on after a purricane/clawnado/meowquake rattles your life for so long?

I'm off from work so I already was planning on spending less time here (thank you satellite internet), but I don't see things changing much when I do get good browsing time again. I will forever see black cats as #jack jack cats, and any antics I come across with #jack jack energy need to be noted dutifully. I will honor his memory by pretending to carry on like something earth-shattering hasn't hit us at full force.

And, for good measure because every obituary should have a good picture, here's a proper picture of my boy taking over my bed and living his best life.

Goodbye, Sir Jack. I can't wait to see you again<3

#a tribute for jack #the real jack jack cat #tw pet loss #tw loss #tw death #tw pet death #tw animal death

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i used to use a lot of subliminals and i messed up my appearance really badly. for a long time i’ve been trying to manifest my original appearance back because i don’t like how i look now and i look so much younger than my age. the problem is seeing pictures and people making comments on my appearance, it’s so hard to ignore and after such a long period of time it feels like it will never happen. im in therapy now because of my self confidence and it affects my social life and mental health. i would love some advice!! thank u sm

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hihi! i hope you're doing well ♡ just a gentle reminder that i'm no professional on this stuff so i hope my advice for you will be able to help you. which is also why i'll mostly give you advice on manifesting.

i feel for you and i am so sorry this happened to you :( genuinely, i'm glad to hear you're in therapy for this and i hope and know it'll help you immensely!

now, if you're still trying to continue down the route of manifesting your original appearance, i do have some tips for you to manifest in general (pertaining to the law of assumption). as hard and as hopeless as it may seem, when it comes to manifesting, your assumptions and thoughts create your reality. and while doing this, you can still acknowledge the 3D reality and your current circumstances, and still get what you want. manifesting in this way isn't about ignoring the 3D completely until you get what you want. but, don't fall into the trap of your 3D reality being the end all, be all, because it isn't. you create your reality. your assumptions create your reality.

and what is the definition of an assumption? "a thing that is accepted as true or as certain to happen, without proof."

you have the power here. just because what you see and what has happened to you, doesn't mean it'll always be like that. and it doesn't mean that's your true reality. if internally, you assume and truly believe that YOU can manifest anything you want and that you have your original appearance, then that is your reality and has no choice to be your reality.

you could also think about working on your self-concept too! start trying to see yourself as a person who is able to manifest anything they want and can (because you can!!) you could think about it for awhile, but let yourself try to realise that you truly do have the power here in your reality. not the 3D, not the external circumstances- nothing externally can affect you, even if it does feel like it sometimes.

and let yourself be confident. let yourself realise these things. like damn! i really do have the power to manifest anything we want and how amazing is that? so try not to let the 3D take control of you, but take back control of your reality and manifestations. if you manage to switch up your mindset and keep persisting in your assumptions, it'll feel easier to naturally be in a state of being where you know you can manifest anything and you know you have your desired looks. persisting is key.

honestly, you could try and put everything behind you and start from scratch. yes, acknowledge everything that has happened to you, but realise that everything in the past is in the past. look at your self and think of all those comments about your appearance, and acknowledge that is it now a thing of the past. that is your old story and it's time to start identifying with your new story.

let yourself be free from this burden and be kinder to yourself. be gentle to yourself. treat yourself. it's a fresh new start here and you are going to become a new you that works in favour of you. if you come across things that do not align with your new story or make you feel unmotivated, just remember that these are things of the past and it is not your current you or reality.

realise that those things no longer affect you in your reality. your 3D circumstances don't have any power unless you give them power. so decide that they have no power to affect you. because they don't. say to yourself and remind yourself: i am in control and i have the power here.

in the meantime, (and you've probably heard this before and as corny as it sounds) i know it's tough, but try to be kinder to yourself and try to see the beauty in yourself. try to love your current self, even while trying to manifest your original appearance. i understand how you feel and i know this might be hard, but this is something i always recommend. as much as you might dislike your current appearance, it's better to try and love yourself now and see your beauty, as it's better in the long run.

of course, i always love to recommend to treat and take care of yourself. find the things or hobbies that you love in life and do them. give yourself some self-care time. do the things that make you happy. you deserve a break and some fun too, so make sure to give yourself that when you need it. sure, you could call it a distraction or a way to cope, but doing something you love can truly help you get through these times and stay positive! consume content and do things that will make you feel good.

you're such an extraordinary and powerful person. somebody that is beautiful on the inside and out ♡ i understand that things may be tough and that this all easier said than done, but i truly believe in you. stay strong, stay positive, and remember your power. i believe in you and i believe that you have the strength to get through this and regain your confidence. i'm rooting for you!

again, i am no professional. so please, take this advice with a grain of salt and it's better to listen and take advice from people who are more qualified in these things. anyways, have a wonderful rest of your day and take care!

- saturn ♡

#ask saturn💌

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thespacelizard · 7 months

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Scream For Me

Tags: original drow characters, D/s dynamics, teacher-student relationship, master/apprentice, marking, telepathy, branding, mutual pining, they're idiots your honour

Summary: In which Ashenivir is marked

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“How’s my favourite overachiever?”

Ashenivir nearly leapt out of his skin as Pellanue draped her arms over his shoulders. She laughed loudly and ruffled his hair before letting him go. “You’re jumpy today. Exams?”

He managed an awkward smile. “Sort of.”

“You’ll be fine. I don’t think I know anyone smarter than you.”

“That isn’t hard, given who we associate with.”

“You are getting sassier by the day, Ashenivir Zauvym.” She shoved his shoulder and he staggered halfway across the corridor before regaining his balance. “I like all this new confidence—you always were far too shy.”

“Everyone looks shy compared to you and Dresvan.”

She drew to a stop and caught his arm, a rare look of sincerity on her face. “No, but seriously. Even before you had that teensy little breakdown, you seemed like you were getting your shit together. Like you liked yourself more.” She flicked his collar, and Ashenivir restrained himself from slapping her hand away. “Since you started with the jewellery, I think it was. And Vuzree is right, by the way—silver looks better on you than gold.”

“Thanks, Pella.” Ashenivir smiled and adjusted his collar to lie smooth again. “That means a lot, coming from you.” She socked him in the arm.

“Yeah, well, just don’t tell Dresvan I got all touchy feely.”

The dining hall resounded with the late afternoon cacophony of Arcanum students at dinner. The long tables were thronged with apprentices, and Ashenivir paused, searching for his friends among the crowd. Pellanue elbowed him.

“You’re not going to have another breakdown though, right?”

He almost had to shout to be heard over the din. “I wasn’t planning on it, no!”

“Good! Keszriin might kill you if you did.”

He finally spotted said potential murderer, who had climbed up onto a table on the far side of the hall and was presently waving her arms wildly. Ashenivir waved back—then winced when she lost her balance and toppled out of sight.

He really was feeling much better about the exams this time around. Without the pressure of his mother’s demands weighing quite so heavily, he found he was actually enjoying just being able to prepare to show how much he’d learned. He still wasn’t looking forward to leaving afterwards, though.

His hand went to the back of his neck as he and Pella made their way across the hall. And tomorrow night there was that. Forget the exams, that was the real source of his nerves. Yes, he was excited—every time he thought about the mark, a wild maelstrom of moths took up residence inside his chest, fluttering hot around his heart—but it was an unknown. Something new, something important, both to him and to his Master. Painful too, though he’d dealt with pain before, and he trusted Rizeth to carry him through it.

He’d be fine as soon as it began. It was only the waiting that was putting him on edge, and he hadn’t had a scene in over a tenday—with the exams so close, Rizeth wanted him to concentrate. Ashenivir was of the opinion he would concentrate much better if he was tied up and spanked within an inch of his life every other evening, but his Master disagreed.

Yes, once Rizeth began he’d be fine. He took his seat and, across from him, Keszriin and Dresvan immediately launched into an extravagantly embellished retelling of the dramatics of their alchemy class. Ashenivir fingered the links of his collar absently while they chattered on. Just one more night to go.

He could hardly wait.

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Obedience is a D/s, m/m dungeons & dragons fic series set in my homebrew drow city, featuring two wizard boys, the kinky magic they get up to, and the feelings they definitely don’t have for each other.

Read the series so far here: Obedience - thespacelizard

#fanfiction #dungeons and dragons fanfiction #dnd fanfiction #dnd fic #m/m #m/m fanfic #oc fanfiction #dnd #obedience fic blogging #god i hope you like the most mutual of pining #the real people doing the screaming are the people reading this

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aqqleshiqqing-archive · 7 months

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FINALLY. CREEPY BLACK 💥💥💥 THIS IS THE BEST THING EVERRRRR 💥💥💥💥💥💥 AUGHHHHHHH. SECOND FAVORITE SONG THATS FINAL. (but then again all the songs are so likeable and repeat-worthy i cant rank these all mf)

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SONG. AAAUHHHHH I love it so so much. I'm so glad I tried to read about creepy black before this came out so at least I'm informed - this is probably one of my favorite stories (as a pokepasta) as well mostly because it doesnt try to scare you with jumpscares but through the storytelling, and you actually have to play through the entire game to really understand wtf is happening. it's uncomfortable and unsettling and that's why I love it

okay but I do love how they interpret the characters here, it's a bit different from the original but it adds more charm to it if you will 💥i'm sure i said a lot of things in the rhys post that may repeat itself here but, im really fascinated by the idea of how ghost treats its innocent victims because in the game, we never really got to know what happens because it just cuts to black and its left to interpretation on how ghost "curses" the victims. red - or redwood now, as stated before is now an elderly pokemon professor, not a champion anymore. and he's currently trying to understand the incidents across kanto that has something to do with ghost - i like to think the incident is still ongoing but it has definitely affected the people with massive impact. he's now fortunate to come across the perpetrator, but has to bear witness to how it likes to play around with its victims. part of me thinks that carmine the victim is struggling to get out free, possessed (i cant see his pupils, which tells me he's PROOOBABLY possessed.) he's being treated like a toy so all he can do is just, panic really. be hopeless

the ending of the song is interesting to me because i personally dont know what does the ending mean. it's a jumpscare of carmine and ghost, but what does that entail? did redwood lose - and ghost is ready to take its next victim and use carmine to do it? who knows. i adore it a lot anyways

the song is so good. (listened to the instrumental so many times) i'm not very good at complimenting music but the faint whistle that i hear when the music gets at the meaty part is so fun because it sounds so OOooOoO spooky (ghosts DUH) i love it mwawma. chromatics are very good (however for the longest of time i assumed the deeper voice was for redwood and the raspy voice was for ghost bruhhh so it gave me a funny whiplash while i was playing JDSAKJFKGHSJ)

gameplay wise, i wasn't able to grab any leaks except for just a few seconds of the song so everything from here on out was new to me - the way they introduce ghost and carmine in the black background was so chilling, and i was playing in the dark first time. can you imagine seeing this poor kid float aimlessly in the air? in such a dragged manner and you see the horrifyingly overjoyed ghost just playing... and then red appears. i dont have much to say here i just loved it through and through :DD this song doesnt have much gimmicks but i really like how the arrows occasionally turn transparent which makes it harder for me to notice the arrows (combined with the habit of me wanting to stare at the opponent and the animations so i wouldn't notice the arrows appearing LMAO) i managed to beat this on first try! sure there were a lot of arrow spams but it was super fun nonetheless.

while i was recording my gameplay, i paused and came across rock carmine heeheheh look at him!!!!

#YAYYYY #WELP TIME TO WAIT FOR........ TARNISHED GOLD IG #what a great mod man i'm gonna be vibing in this community for abit #carmine.fam #pokepasta hours #~ rambling #i wanna make fanart for this mod. i will try!!!#i just wanna finish some comms first waaa #shoutout to terdlestuff (composer and animator) who noticed my blog earlier aaa... tysm <33

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Ch. 4: The Wrong Ending

Pairing: Barry Allen x OFC // Fandom: The Flash

Story Masterlist ● Previous Stories: Rise Up • It Had To Be You ●Belén’s Masterlist

• Can also be found on Fanfic and Ao3 •

Taglist: @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @anotherunreadblog @maaaaarveeeeel @stareyedplanet @foxesandmagic @frostandflamesfanfic

"Where the hell are you!?" Belén raged on the phone while Datura mirthlessly laughed. "This isn't funny! If you think for one moment that I'm going to stop looking for you, you're sadly mistaken! I will find you, Datura."

"Oh, you will," Datura said. "I see it. I'm checking in, dear, that's all. I was fair and warned you what Barry would do, didn't I?"

"You knew he was going to change the timelines," Belén shook her head. "How do you even remember it? None of us could."

"I'm guessing the multitude of my psychological powers helped shield me."

"So you knew this was going to happen and you did nothing to stop it?"

"Why would I? It was going to thoroughly screw you over. How could I ever let the chance pass by? Me being able to escape was a pleasurable surprise."

"You are—"

"Enjoying this," laughed Datura. "And before you even get the idea to, I'm on a burner phone. I just wanted to check in on you. He told you, right? He told you in our original timeline you managed to put me away. You won. But he took that away from you."

"It's not his fault," Belén mumbled. "And I did win, by the way. You're cured and you're alone. No way home, no Poison Ivy." She took her confirmation in Datura's pause. "And absolutely no husband." She was ware of the heavy pause that followed after that last mention. In retrospect, maybe it was a remark too fast but after the hell that Datura put her through, she deserved it.

"You don't know to what extent Barry's decision will affect you and your stupid team," Datura came back strong.

"Do you?"

"You've talked to Caity, right?"

Belén froze again. "How do you—"

"I do. I don't get to see everything but I know that you're all upset with each other too. Your team will never be the same."

"I'm not listening to this. The only thing you need to know is that I'm coming for you. This time, I'm hunting you."

Even though they weren't face to face, Belén knew her doppelganger was smirking at the challenge. "Bring it on, Bells." She hung up.

It took everything Belén had not to throw her phone across the room. But she did grab one of the cushions from her couch chairs to scream into. This was beyond frustrating. The other timeline had her imprisoning Datura but now she was free as a bird.

"Belén?" Caitlin's voice startled her. She spun around, her fingers gripping the cushion in her hands. "Are you alright?"

Belén didn't have the words to begin to describe what she was feeling right now but if anyone could feel slightly anything similar to her, it would be Caitlin. "She knows, Caitlin." Caitlin turned her head slowly. "Datura called. She...she knows."

"A-about..." Caitlin began to gesture to herself.

"She wasn't explicit about everything but I know she knows. She's just that cynical!" Belén smashed the cushion to her face and screamed again. Caitlin made a face as the scream went on. "I hate her so much, Caitlin!" she exclaimed into the cushion.

"I know," Caitlin whispered. "But we can stop her, we can bring her in."

"Can we, though?" Belén lowered the cushion from her face. "Cos I'm not exactly at my best and you know that. Shivhan is gone too."

"But we're still a team, I'm sure the others will help us—"

"No," Belén said quickly. "I...I can't risk Datura telling them what's happened. It'll have to be you and I."

"Me?" Caitlin's eyes went wide at idea. "But...Belén, you know that I can't go out there."

"I don't mean that, just...I just need someone to help me. You and I...we make a good team. In the last timeline, Barry said we imprisoned Datura. We can do it again." She had to believe that they could.

~ 0 ~

Barry's sneakers squeaked as he cautiously made his way into his lab — their lab. Julian worked at his desk on something Barry would deem as...dolls? Who knew.

"Hey, um, I need your help…"

Julian barely regarded him. "It's the four words I seem to hear you most often say, Barry. That and, 'I hate that guy.'" This time he met Barry's look. "Which, the feeling's mutual, so…"

Barry rubbed his hands together and kept himself on business. "Mm-hmm. Okay, um, this is gonna be hard for you, but I just, for a second, need you to imagine that we're actually friends—"

"Can't do it," Julian shot him down.

"Friendly—"

"Equally as challenging, Barry."

"Okay fine then do it for our mutual - and possibly only - person we care about?" Barry knew he'd gotten Julian with Belén.

The blonde stopped his work and leaned back on his chair. "You can't keep using her. It's fairly offensive, actually."

"Spare me that, please," Barry barely held the urge to snap. "I would have believed you if you hadn't said, just this morning, how fun it was to see our argument unfold."

Julian made a gesture that Barry had a point. "Alright, what are you after?"

"I need to read your report on one of the husks."

"Which one?"

"The one from this morning. Edward Clariss."

Julian raised an eyebrow. "Edward Clariss?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"May help me figure out a case I'm working on…"

"Well," Julian tended to the case beside him, "The nutshell is, uh, the hyaluronic acids were found to be above normal. Uh, androgen degradation atypically low. Cellular regeneration seemed to occur at a staggering rate. It's quite a bit different from the previous husks that we found. That's about it."

Barry tentatively reached for the file on the desk but drew his hand back when Julian gave him a hard look. "Could I... could I maybe just take a peek at it? I'm sorry, it's just something I need to see to know what I'm looking for."

Julian scoffed and handed him the report. "Sure."

Barry eagerly took the report and started skimming through it. "Wait, why does this say the body's place of discovery was Williamson when it was found on the waterfront in Leawood?"

"The body ended up in Leawood. There was a strong current this morning, so chances are that it originated from Williamson. Somewhere near the old Prescott sawmill." Julian watched Barry apparently think like he'd been wrong. His impatience got to him and so he held his hand out for the report. "You done?"

"Yeah, uh, yes. Thank you," Barry quickly gave him the report back and started out, missing Julian's highly suspicious eyes follow him.

~ 0 ~

"Eugh, it is getting way too hard to walk around like this," Nina said as she entered the cortex. She battled a brown coat around her that no longer wanted to close over her stomach. "Elliot's going to pick me up in an hour so why am I here?"

Everyone had regathered in the cortex but there wasn't much discussion going on. Iris spoke up since no one else seemed to want to. "We have something to tell you." Nina nodded and waited for this 'news'. "Barry, uh...changed the timelines and...we don't know how that changed us completely—"

"Oh yeah, I knew that," Nina said and subjected herself to various degrees of stares. "What? I'm the only one he didn't screw up. Well, me and Shivhan. Actually, if we're being technical, Shivhan is the only one whose life didn't change because mine—" she waved a hand over her stomach, "—certainly did."

"He told you first?" Belén asked, unable to not feel offended by that.

"Oh please, don't put so much thought into it," Nina motioned Cisco to get out of his chair so she could take it. "He was scared, and rightly so - he royally screwed up. He wanted to tell you but you weren't speaking to him and...he was afraid cos he changed lives..."

"Except for you," Joe pointed, "Because…?"

"Because I wasn't married nor about to pop," Nina shrugged. "I asked him what the differences were about me and he told me."

"Well, we don't know what to do," Iris gestured to their side of the group.

"Nothing," Nina said like it should have been obvious. "That's the thing that's driving Barry crazy. He can't actually do anything about it anymore except apologize and tell us what our lives were like before he changed the timelines."

"He changed our lives," Cisco snapped. "And he kept it a secret. Kind of a hypocrite too…"

"I am not saying you should all be up and ready to forget but we have to be realistic," Nina shrugged.

"She's right," Belén leaned on the desk and massaged her temples. There was an aching on both sides that just wouldn't go away. "I let my brother go when he was a clear menace to the city - and twice. Cisco, you told Captain Cold that Barry was the Flash and you gave him my name all to protect your brother."

"Okay, not my finest moments…" Cisco admitted in a low mutter.

"We've all been rather...wrong with our decisions…" Belén admitted herself.

"You know, I was always hesitant to join this team for real," Nina leaned her head back in thought. "I didn't see it until I finally committed. You guys are like a family. And like a family, you screw up. I just think that as a family we should also...forgive."

"Nina is right," Caitlin nodded. "We all have secrets. We've all screwed up, but this is Barry we're talking about." At the same time, the computer in front of her came to light with an alarm. "Who...apparently is in trouble."

The others quickly gathered behind to see what she meant.

~ 0 ~

Barry was having a hard time getting up from the ground after being blasted by God knew what that hooded-cloak man had used on him. "And who are you?" Barry languidly gestured to the cloaked man behind the golden metal mask. He could hear Clariss' laughter from the rail above him.

"I am Alchemy," the cloaked man responded with a slow, raspy voice.

"Okay, well, what do you want?" Barry pushed himself up despite his balance being off.

"To help people achieve their true potential... such as he has," Alchemy gestured up to Clariss who gave a little smug wave at Barry.

"And why are you doing this?"

"Because I'm preparing this world," Alchemy was left behind as Clariss sped down and pinned Barry against a wal..

"Remember what happened here last time, Flash? It's where I died," Clariss yanked off the comms right from Barry's ear and punctured them - rather strongly - against Barry. "And I'm not gonna waste this second chance I've been given. This time, I'm gonna show you who's the fastest man alive!" He took off with Barry to fulfill his promise.

~ 0 ~

"Where is he, Caitlin?" Belén was already in her suit and was just waiting for Caitlin to give them the location.

"His comms aren't working," Caitlin murmured with knitted eyebrows after trying to get in contact with Barry. "He's at the Prescott Mill, though."

"Great, that's right around the corner," Belén took in a deep breath and let her Azaleas and vines form her usual mask over her eyes.

"Wait…" Cisco stopped her though still seemed unsure as he spoke next.

~ 0 ~

Both Belén and Cisco arrived at the prescott mill with Cisco's help. It was rather quiet, eerily quiet.

"We need to split up," Belén indicated Cisco to the building just up ahead.

"Careful, okay?" Cisco asked, making Belén smile.

"Of course. But you, you're the rookie here, so be careful," she pointed and chuckled when Cisco pretended to fix his goggles for the show. It did feel good to get somewhat back to normal.

Cisco went after the building while Belén went around the mill searching for any lurking speedsters with a trick up his sleeve. "Caitlin—" she tapped her comm. "—can you get in touch with Barry yet?"

"No, I'm trying, but it's not working," Caitlin did sound frustrated she was unable to help. "But you be careful…"

"Mhm," Belén continued walking but stopped when she heard metal clanging behind her. She whipped her head back and scanned the area. Since it was dark all she saw a wavy cape through barrels and structure. "Come out," she ordered and prepared herself for a fight if need be. Vines entangled her fists and continued to swirl as a figure in a hood and golden metal mask emerged from the darkness. "You're not Clariss."

"I am Alchemy," he re-introduced himself. "I am preparing this world…"

"Oh great, a whackadoo," Belén mumbled and pulled her arms back to attack.

"The Azalea will fall so that Amalgam can rise."

Belén involuntarily dropped her arms to regard his words. "What—?"

Alchemy raised his weapon which turned out to be a stone of some sort and emitted the same blast of energy he'd used on Barry. However, it turned out to go directly beside Belén who only had time to shield herself from the blinding light.

"Belén?" Caitlin's voice rang in Belén's ears afterwards. "What happened!?"

Belén lowered her arms from her face and saw that she was completely alone again. "I have...no idea."

~ 0 ~

Cisco had found Barry and Clariss inside the building and did what he could to help bring Clariss down. With his gauntlets he emitted his vortex energy that threw Clariss away. Barry took the opportunity to speed around Clariss who was on his way of getting back on his feet. Punches were delivered from every possible angle to keep Clariss down. The force of his speed chucked Clariss back towards Cisco but Cisco himself was prepared and gave the final blow of a smack.

"Thank you," Barry released a breath and leaned back on a crate. His body was aching but at least their battle was over.

"Sorry it took so long," Cisco gave a weak smile.

"You were just in time," Barry returned the smile.

"Guys?" they heard Belén coming in to look for them. She rushed in and saw Clariss on the ground, out cold, and smiled at the two. She gave Cisco a quick high-five then rushed to hug Barry.

"Ow…" the speedster groaned as she squished his injured body with her force. "Maybe...no hugs…"

"You change the time line, you get a bone crushing hug," she refused to let go of him.

~ 0 ~

"There is no mention of Alchemy anywhere," Caitlin pushed herself away from her computer after a long, exhaustive search for the mysterious man.

"Definitely no mask-wearing monk metas," Cisco agreed beside her. He got up from his chair and walked around to stretch his legs. Belén dropped into the seat instead.

"We didn't find any known aliases in any of the records at CCPD," Joe also said.

"And Clariss is suddenly Mr. Silence," Veronica crossed her arms, rather upset their interrogations weren't working.

"All right, well, keep at him. Alchemy is the one that gave Clariss back his speed," Barry said, still misunderstanding how that was even possible.

"He's kinda like a doctor, that way, don't you think?" Cisco suddenly asked. "Come on, don't pretend like 'Doctor Alchemy' doesn't have a nice ring to it," he gave a warm smile that hadn't made an appearance in months.

"Okay, well, that explains why he didn't have any traces of dark matter in his cells. He didn't get his powers from the particle accelerator, he got them from Alchemy," Caitlin leaned back on her chair.

"What was that?" Cisco gave her a look until she revised her sentence.

"Doctor Alchemy," Caitlin playfully rolled her eyes.

"But how could he do that?" Belén asked, still thinking about the man behind the mask. "Is he a meta that can restore powers or...just plain give powers to people?"

"I don't know, but we need to figure it out. There's gonna be more," Barry sighed. "Alchemy...Doctor Alchemy said that he is preparing this world."

"Preparing the world?" Belén immediately remembered Alchemy's words.

"I am preparing this world…"

"The Azalea will fall so that Amalgam can rise."

"Is that supposed to be like some rapture or something?" Nina made a face from her chair.

"He's just...crazy, that's all," Belén gave a wave of her hand at the group. "Every bad meta we meet has some crazy agenda. We can't expect his words to make any sense nor for them to have any truth in them."

"It's still an agenda we need to keep a look out for," Veronica pointed at her daughter. SHe was not going to take any chances dismissing even the smallest of details a crazy meta threw at them. She didn't want a repeat of Datura.

"An agenda we'll be happy to report on," Iris gave a smile to Belén. They were sure to get some deets about those husks now.

"I think that everyone that had powers in Flashpoint is gonna get them back," Barry meant that as a preparation for what they were about to face.

"Well, we already found four other husks, which means there's at least that many running around Central City right now," Joe reminded.

"We need to find him before he changes more people's lives."

"Speaking of changing lives, we all talked about it, Barry, and most of us decided we don't want to know what our lives were like in Flashpoint," Belén spoke up about that delicate matter.

"Most?" Barry began looking at one person to the next trying to see which one had chosen the opposite.

"I want to know," Belén's voice went soft, but it still caused Barry to freeze with fear.

"Um...Dad, you want to stop by Jitters?" Iris asked her father in an attempt to get people out of there for privacy.

"Yeah, it's on me," Joe smiled, more than happy about it.

"Oh good, then I'm coming too," Wally was all for it and trailed after his family.

"Cisco…" Nina grunted in her chair. She couldn't get up and so she held her hands out.

"When is that kid going to pop?" Cisco mumbled as he went over to help her. He'd been on chair duty ever since she stopped being able to get up on her own.

"I'll let you know," Nina rolled her eyes.

"Men are so inconsiderate," Veronica waved goodbye at her daughter and helped Nina walk out.

"For real?" Cisco called after them and marched after them intending on explaining why he was most certainly not inconsiderate.

Caitlin chuckled. "Glad to see everything's starting to get back to the way it was."

"Almost," Belén was the one to mumble, reminding Barry of their pending conversation.

"Bells, whatever you want to know, I will say it," Barry promised her and briefly glanced at Caitlin.

"We made the decision Barry," Caitlin revealed with an apologetic smile. "Belén was just brave enough to say it for the both of us."

"Oh…" Barry blinked, taken aback of course but got himself prepared for any questions thrown at him. "Okay, well...what do you want to know?"

The two women shared glances before Belén spoke up. "My fight...with Datura? Do you know...how that ended? In the other world? Like, I know we imprisoned her but do you know how I took her down."

"Uh...well I wasn't there - was I there in this time line?"

"No," Caitlin shook her head. "I went with Belén with a meta-dampener and the siphoning device."

"Yeah, that's what happened in the other timeline. You, Caitlin and Shivhan went to the community theater to bring Datura in."

"How did the fight end?" Belén asked.

"Oh, um, well you were the one who told me the story," Barry reminded only to realize that it was the other version of herself who told him the story. "It went like this..."

"There we go," Datura bent down in front of Belén. "The start of the end."

Belén stopped struggling with the embedded piece and focused on ending that smug face once and for all. "You're...actually right." Belén revealed Caitlin's device and stabbed one end on her palm then smacked it over Datura's shoulder to embed the other end.

The device whirred to life instantaneously. A golden stream of colors was extracted from Datura while a green glow came from Belén. The two doppelgangers felt the immediate pain followed through. Datura, however, seemed to be taken a worse hit. Her eyes began to flash from gold to scarlet red to frosty blue and so on. Electricity began to spark from her body and into the device. Belén felt the wasps of electricity and hissed louder and louder until it became a true scream, coupled with the pain she already had from her wound.

Caitlin rushed towards them but there was an explosion that made her fall back. A bit of smoke emerged from the doppelgangers as far as Caitlin could see. She waved her hand in the air and coughed as the smoke drifted towards her.

"Belén? Belén! Are you okay?" she called out and used the chairs beside her to get up. Without thinking, she shot the meta dampener neckbrace at Datura who was out cold.

Datura was outcold but Belén was coughing from her spot. "Someone...get this off me." She waved her burned palm over the wooden piece in her chest.

"Oh, oh, right," Belén smiled awkwardly. Caitlin flipped her head in Belén's direction, her eyes asking the ombre-blonde what she was doing. "Yeah, okay. Same thing happened then. The flow of my DNA fused with hers and stabilized her. We were just curious if anything about us really changed."

"Did it?" Barry nervously asked. "Besides the obvious of course."

Belén shook her head. "Nope." She saw the relief flood his face and couldn't help herself but to bring him in for a tight hug. "You're good, Barry." Caitlin, however, stepped away from them. She couldn't be sure her face wasn't outing them both.

Barry nuzzled his head in Belén's neck. He missed her so much. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I'm so sorry."

"I know," she patted his back. "I know you are. You always have the best intentions."

"I have to get back to the precinct...I can still come home, right?"

Belén chuckled. "Yes you idiot. And who knows, maybe when you come back you'll find some nice chocolate amaretti cookies you like so much."

Barry couldn't believe the rush of relief he felt upon hearing those words. Something as minuscule as cookies staying the same helped so much. Even though Belén thought she wasn't baking them right, he thought they were delicious. They were hers. "I would want nothing more than that," he pulled away from her to meet her happy gaze. He cupped the side of her face and gave her a short kiss. "I'll see you then, okay?"

"Mhm," Belén nodded, still wearing her smile.

"I'll see you then. Bye Cait," he waved at the brunette and left them on their own.

Belén's smile fell from her face once he was gone.

Caitlin bit on her lower lip. "You didn't say anything..."

"Yeah," Belén whispered. "I couldn't do that to him. He already feels so terrible. Imagine what would happen if he found out that he drastically changed the ending of that fight."

Caitlin lowered her gaze. She knew Barry enough to know the answer. She raised her hands and watched as icy smoke billowed from them both. Belén was already used to that. Her mind had wandered back to her fight with Datura. The way Barry had explained it, described it...it wasn't the real ending, at least not in this timeline.

"Belén? Belén! Are you okay?" Caitlin called out after both Belén and her Datura were thrown in opposite directions by the siphoning device. Caitlin rushed down the aisle of theater chairs and looked at the two women. Her siphoning device was still whirring and, concerned for the effectiveness of it, she dashed for it first. She grabbed it, but the moment she did she felt an icy current prick her fingers. She whirled around in Belén's direction, the ombre-blonde still unconscious, and though Caitlin was still under pain, she saw an colorful hue around Belén's hands.

Had the siphoning device transferred more than just from Belén to Datura?

~ 0 ~

Julian purposely dropped his finished report right on top of Barry's current work. Barry, startled, closed the lid of his pen and looked up at the blonde. "What's that?"

"That's the finished Edward Clariss report. Or should I say The Rival?" Julian rolled his eyes at the ridiculous name. "At least, that's what the Flash called him last night when he took him into Iron Heights. I thought you might want to see it," he tapped a finger on the file. "You know, to do with your other case."

"Actually…" Barry leaned back on his chair, "...it turns out there was no connection."

"Hm," Julian gave a small nod. "You know, I have to ask you how did you know his name?"

"What?"

"Yesterday, you came in and you asked for Edward Clariss' report, but I didn't tell you who that husk belonged to, so that means you stole a sample when you showed up to my crime scene. How did you do that?"

Oh my God he was stupid, yes he was. Barry mentally smacked himself for being so...stupid. "I…" It was even worse when he realized he had no excuse to give out.

"Oh, wow. You've really got this good guy routine thing down, haven't you? And everyone just buys it," Julian spat, and Barry was sure there was a little name - a mutual person - Julian was just on the verge of saying. "There is something not right about you, Allen. They don't see it...but I do."

"Is that right?" Barry calmly put down his pen on the desk and leaned forwards, feigning interest in the conversation.

"You know, I learned from Detective Green that she didn't trust you either in the beginning—"

"But now she does," Barry reminded, and maybe that smirk just came out on its own…

"Yes, well, unlike her I am not going down that road. You know why I don't actually like you, don't you?"

"Hm, I've got some ideas…" Barry frowned, "Want to see if they corroborate?"

"I don't trust you," Julian enunciated slowly for Barry to understand. "Ever since I got here there are things about you that do not add up."

"Look Julian, why not, for Belén's sake, we just keep it civilized? You don't like me, that's fine—"

"Whatever you propose, it's not happening," Julian took his leave. "I can't ever like things I don't trust!" He called on his way out.

Barry scowled and found it incredibly difficult to get back to work when all he could think of was…

~ 0 ~

"I hate that guy," Barry plopped down on the couch next to Iris.

Iris snorted and popped in a piece of popcorn. "Yeah, you say that a lot."

"I now know why," he muttered and crossed his arms. "You know, I'm sure he's just looking for some excuse to badmouth me to Belén. I can almost swear it."

"Yeah, you say that too," Iris gave him a brief look which resulted in a small laughter.

"I'm being serious!"

"You're both ridiculous," Iris rolled her eyes and got more comfortable on the couch. "Take your win for today - which is being back in your girlfriend's place and, oh yeah, getting your friends back," she nudged him on the side.

Barry playfully rolled his eyes. "What are you still doing here anyways?"

"Belén said I could stay until I'm ready to go back to my Dad's," Iris smirked at him. "Did I put a damper on your romantic attempts?"

"Shut up," Barry reached for her bowl of popcorn but Iris smacked his hand away. He did wonder where Belén was. She was supposed to be baking cookies.

"Don't worry, I'm leaving tomorrow morning. I just got lazy," Iris admitted and picked up the television control to turn the volume up.

At the same time, the apartment door unlocked and in came Belén with a rather hasty movement.

"Bells?" Barry sat up straight on the couch. "Hey, what happened to the cookies—"

"Gotta shower, be back in a couple minutes," Belén gripped her purse's strap and made a beeline for the hallway.

"What just happened?" Barry got up from the couch and peered into the hallway in time to see Belén practically slam the door to their bedroom.

"She went to meet up with Caitlin," Iris said. Her sour tone did not go unmissed by Barry. "They're up to something," she elaborated.

"Like what?" Barry slowly sat back down and waited for Iris to swallow her popcorn to explain.

"I have no idea, but I'm a reporter...so I'll find out," Iris pointed at him.

"She's a reporter too, Iris."

"You know what I meant," Iris playfully hit him on the arm. While she managed to smile it off, Barry did not.

He wondered if there were, perhaps, things about the timeline he still had yet to know about.

#ocappreciation #arrowverseocs #fd: the flash #the flash #barry allen #barry allen fics #barry allen imagines #the flash fics #the flash imagines #arrowverse fics #barry allen x oc #arrowverse imagines #oc: Belén Palayta #oc: Belen Palayta #fic: make you stay #6 more chapters and we're all caught up!!!!#finally!

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[Like five people read this original post so here is a way too long follow up.]

This post has been super evil towards me.

So originally was going to write an intro but, you know, never mind that I've had to struggle so much with this post. Also, apologies to @space-windu47 who I accidently sent an unfinished answer to privately and now this thing won't even let me tag. Fine, Tumblr, just keep being difficult.

[Why yes, there will still be horrible fonts with their cheesy names scrawled across this post in neon letters. Thank you for asking.]

Nami's plan is simple: STOP GETTING THEM CHASED OFF OF EVERY ISLAND BY A MOB OF PEOPLE TRYING TO KILL THEM!!!!

How to achieve such an impossible goal? Easy, they'll just make themselves look so beautiful and rich and cool that everyone will immediately love them (and possibly want to give them money to make them look as fashionable in return). What? Why are all of the boys giving her that look!? So far all they've managed to do was have them run off from each and every port they've come across!

Now, Nami will be their fabulous, beautiful, awe-inspiring captain and she will make sure the people of this next town are so mesmerized by them that they would never THINK of firing canons at them (unlike Usopp's plan...) She'll have to dress you lot up of course... her, Robin and Sanji could pass it off but the rest of you... No one is going to believe you're part of the world famous Glamour Pirates with such drab, terrible clothes. Oh, and Sanji,they're going to need a really high quality meal; they need to impress these people. If they look wealthy enough no one will suspect we're they're to rob them! ("But we're not trying to rob them anyway!") That's not the point, it just means they'll be more likely to trust them! Everyone is always trying to be nice to rich people even when they hate their guts. Trust her, Nami has done this before.

Robin: I think it sounds like quite fun. But Navigator-san, won't it be difficult for you to make such an elaborate entrance while guiding the ship?

Hmm.... Robin has a good point.... Not to worry! Nami KNOWS this will work, which means there won't be any real need for a navigator. She'll just be a proper captain and tell the crew where to steer the ship ("Hey! I direct the crew. I told you to head towards that island a few days back!" / "Idiot, that's why we're here.") They'll pull up to the dock, spend however long resetting the logpose, And then be on their way. Nice and calm. They just need someone who is strong enough to handle the ship and....

*looking around at her choices*

Zoro!

Crew: She picked Zoro!?!?

It's fine you guys! Like she said, nothing is going to go wrong, he has to do is stand at the wheel and turn it a few times (besides, what else can she have him do? Him and Luffy will ruin this whole plan if she lets them... Speaking of which, she needs to find something even a child can do to help keep Luffy out of the way....)

In the end the crew break down is as follows:

Nami and Nami "Cat Walk" Gold: Beautiful, Wealthy Model/Fabulous Rich Fashion Icon/Captain

Usopp Yorohiness "Snapshot-King" Uso-san: "Vice Captain" of Production, World Class Photographer, Ex-Arch Duke of West Blue (also, the crew chronicler and look out!)

Robin as Fabuloso "Designer Chic" Robbi: Premiere Fashion Designer of The Grand Line, Designer for Celestial Dragons, Most Wanted Fashionista In All The World. Oh, plus, the designer of our very own Merry!

Sanji as Alhellth "Blue Eyed" (give her a break, she had a lot to plan....) Sanki: Nutritionist, Personal Trainer, Health Expert & Body Upkeep ("what!? My sweet Nami-swan is trusting me to care for her body! I could have never even dreamed of such a gift, oh N-"/"Usopp, which writing do you like better?"/"Eh, the one on the left definitely says rich fashion heiress, but I think it still needs to be more eye-catching."/"I quite agree, Long-Nose-kun. Perhaps something so it can catch the light of the sun?"/"Excellent job you two, the three of us should be able to pull this off no problem!"/"Ah, just look at two such perfect flowers working together to keep us from further danger. I shall take my momentary job as the keeper of your body's shape as-"/"No one is listening to you, Stupid-Brow.") Anyway, the doctor, chef, and All around medical advisor about the Going Gold ("you just called it the Merry! You can't change the name halfway through!")

Chopper as Roi-al "Silky Sweet" Cho-po: Mega Rich South West Prince, ProffesionL Philanthropist, Representative from the kingdom of Cherry-Cherry Realm, Backer of this whole project. He's also, um, an amazing Ambassador! For all the ports we visit!

Luffy: Background Model

Zoro: Helmsman/Body Guard to Miss Nami Gold (all you have to do is stand there looking intimidating in this suit... He's, just like that, perfect! Now just stand around and don't speak or do anything unless someone threatens my safety!) And obviously, the ship's main weapons expert.

Chopper: 🤩 Zoro you look so cool like that!

Usopp: I always knew you were scary, but this look is a whole other level!

Robin: Our Kenshi-san does look particularly good like this, doesn't he?

Luffy: Oye, Naaaami, why do I have to wear these boring clothes?

Nami: Boring!? You would say that after I'd taken the time to find you such a fashionable look.

Luffy: I wanna dress like Zoro! He looks badass!

Nami: *sigh* You know what?

Luffy: Model/Bodyguard

Nami: I mean as long as it keeps him from causing trouble....

Spoiler: It doesn't.

[I know that Love-Love is often the translation of the Mero-Mero No Mi, but it also sounds like random ridiculous English that Sanji would use to name the crew on his turn, okay? Regardless of how this seems, this was actually Sanji's terrible choice, not mine.]

For the record, Sanji thinks Nami's plan was absolutely perfect and he loved it and it's not her fault that Luffy and that Marimo ruined the whole thing (and of course there is no way she could have ever known about that South Blue reporter who now lives on the island.) However, he has decided to take a different approach.

To help the women of this next island, however he can!

Usopp: He's just running around doing whatever they tell him –_–💧

Zoro: At least it keeps him out of the way.

Usopp: Hey, Sanji, you forgot to have us put your name anywhere!

His name and identity are unimportant, lost to the winds of time and love. The beauties of the Sea that they strive to help know him only as -

On'na-Hero

Chopper:💧💧 He's really serious, isn't he?

Usopp: Everyone else is getting a turn, I suppose it's only fair if we follow Sanji's plan while he's captain. 😅

Nami: 😮‍💨 He can't really expect women to call him that, can he?

Robin: *giggle*

Sorry to make you wait, Nami-swan! Robin-chwan! I'll be happy to tell the roles to two vice captain's of my very own heart!

Crew Breakdown:

Sanji: Captain of the Love-Love Pirates, a heroic, masked stranger who shows up at islands and strives to make the lives of the women there as perfect as possible. Followed by a crew of those who have taken vows to help women with their many great abilities (and also Marimo, since they wouldn't let Sanji kick him into the water.... What, he can swim. Water is a marimo's natural home, he'd be fine.) They will travel for miles at the faintest cry for help, will fight navy ships at a lady's command, will take on entire kingdoms rather than see a single tear fall from a women's ("Tch, ero-cook, we get it already. Just tell the rest of us what we're doing so we're not standing here all day!" / "So hungry..." / "So sleepy...." / "How long can he possibly go on like this?" / *Sigh* "We're definitely getting run off another island again...." / *Giggle*)

Nami: Vice-Captain, Navigation ("but Nami is always the navigator!" / "There, there Chopper...." / "Try to be understanding, Cook-san is trying his best for the crew." / "Mm, don't be sad. Sanji just doesn't understand how much fun some ladies have playing Pirate..." / "Hahaha, did he say Navigator!? That's obviously not what he meant because, err....")

😔😔

Chopper: Navigator

😏😌

Nami: Vice-Captain and Future-Guru: she helps all the girls out there unsure of what they will do in the future! Whether it be about money, career, or style as they grow! Nami-swan -

😔😔

Err, Beautiful Future-Swan can figure it all out!

Robin: Vice-Captain / Doctor ("obviously she's the only one left who is intelligent enough to be-" / "Oh, I think I'd much rather be the swordsman, this time around." / "What!? But I mean of course Robin-chwan, you'll be the most beautiful masked swords woman the world has ever known!" / "How do they know her if she's wearing a mask though? 😓" / "It doesn't make much sense. 😅") Beautiful Mask Swordswoman / Love-Guru: No matter how complex the maze that runs through your heart, Beautiful Love can cut straight through to where your prince is waiting on the other side!

Usopp: Ship Doctor / Cupid. That's right, Cupid goes around delivering wonderful gifts for any girl who is lonely or depressed or simply needs a chocolate surprise! For miles off he can spot sign of the slightest blue heart and fires these delectably wrapped bundles of perfectly made chocolate and strawberry tarts to the lady to brighten her day!

Chopper: Navigator / Love Tanuki ("What!?!?!?") He is Love's Lucky Charm! Whatever ales your heart, the Love Tanuki can heal with one sip of his magic potions! ("Chopper, listen. We may be playing pirates, but any woman on that island who needs a doctor, only you can really help you. Do you understand?" / "Mm! *Serious face* You can count on me, captain!")

Luffy: Helmsman (Chopper can't be expected to steer you guys...) / Love Angel: where ever the girl needs to be, Love Angel can take her in a snap!

Zoro: ..... ("I can think of one position that hasn't been filled." / "I have been wondering what we'll do after a long day using up all this energy helping these girls. I'll probably be starving, what about you Robin?" / "Indeed, Navigator-san, after such work they will likely all want nothing more than to come home to a warm meal! But surely Cook-kun will be in town with them all day, helping out with all these poor girls in need of a hero." / "Well, seeing as he hasn't assigned anyone else to be the cook, I guess Sanji-kun won't actually be saving any of the ladies himself." / FINE!) ... Grr... Cook. Marimo can be the cook.

He better not make the two ladies sick with his disgusting grilled fish!

[If you're wondering, Robin let Chopper and Luffy help with drawing the new Jolly Roger, though obviously since she has twice as many hands the majority of it was done by Robin. Oh, the design? No, that was 100% her.]

If she may, Robin would be quite happy to try her hand at captaining.

Zoro: Oy, you know this isn't a game, right? We're trying to get away from these islands without anymore of the ship being blown off....

So serious, Kenshi-san. Of course, Robin has given a lot of thought over the passed nine days to their situation.

Nami: See, Zoro!? I can't believe you're still so cynical about her after everything we've been through. (Besides, her plan can't possibly be worse than Sanji-kun's.....)

Chopper: Mhmm! If Robin says she has a plan to help get us out of here then we should listen! She'll definitely know what to do! (Unlike Sanji....)

Usopp: We should at least give her a chance, Zoro. Robin is super smart (and way smarter than Sanji) so I'm sure she's thought up something great!

Luffy: Plus, there's no way she'll screw up like Sanji did!!!

Sanji: *from the infirmary* We have to go back 💕💕💕 My heart can't take being away from my beloved!

Group: *sigh*

Robin is very grateful for all the faith this crew has placed in her. 😇

Now, they should all start changing into the costumes she's prepared for them....

Crew Registrar for The Last Psychopomp:

Rusalka "The Raven" Raven (Robin): Captain

The Captain of the Pirates of the Shinigami, who has been out sailing the sea for over twenty years in search of the soul of her lost lovers after they were torn from her arms and swept away by a freak hurricane (likely having drowned in the storm, only after hours of having their body tossed around, beaten by the fierce winds to near unconsciousness, though still calling her name through the howling tempest before being dragged beneath the waves and slowly suffocated at last).

Kallippos "Quick-Shot" Shishi (Chopper): Vice Captain, Sharpshooter

Vice-Captain of The Last Psychopomp and the best quick fire in the four blues. He's now come to test himself on the Grand Line, and to make new friends for Minklandia, his home back in East Blue. It's a small, beautiful tropical island filled with Fairy-People like Shishi. He left after promising their president (who is a dachshund whose desk is a giant wicker basket and who always wags his tail when he talks to good boys like Shishi) to make as many new friends for their island as possible!

Princess Victoria of Troimazon: Swordman, Wild Animal Whisperer, Witch Doctor

Born to a royal family, Princess Victoria was only three years old when her father and mother were brutally drawn and quartered before their body parts were displayed to the whole kingdom after their corruption drove the island to starvation and ruin. That might, to spare her from the rioters, her nursemaid dropped her down to the river, where Princess Victoria was saved by a mermaid farmer who brought her home and raised her as her own child. She has been attempting to make amends for her parents sins ever since, learning all the traits a good leader must know such as defense and healing. She hopes to one day return to her land and fulfill all her duties as the princess of Troimazon such as feeding her people, protecting them from evil pirates, keeping their treaty and marrying into the Alabaster Family, and freeing those who have been imprisoned during her exile.

Magellan "Wave-Rider" Clouds (Sanji): Helmsman, Muscian

Born in the North Artic, MagClouds spent his entire life sailing the rough Northern Seas in just a small, handcrafted rowboat. At 12 years old, he was throwing his spear towards a fish when it got caught in the fin of a giant singing whale. The whale pulled him along for miles and miles, and MagClouds could have let you of the rope at any time, but he chose to hold on, wanting to remove the spear from the whale's fin. When the whale finally stopped and he was able to remove the weapon it taught him a song, and whenever MegClouds needs the currents to change, he sings this song to summon the powers of the whale and change the ocean currents. Unfortunately, the whale then left him stranded in the calm Belt, unaware of the boy's plight. He stayed out there for nine days before a marine ship passed and took him on. There he meant the kindly, handsome young lieutenant Greenwood Apollo and his evil scientist father, Blackwood Danse. While Blackwood would spend many years forcing the ever grateful MegClouds to do his bidding, it was Apollo-san who saved his spirits and kept him from simply giving into the darkness of his current situation. It was only when the other boy was assigned to the New World that MegClouds finally abandoned his past savior, setting out to follow Apollo-san to the end of the world.

(Robin will keep some of her notes to herself)

Monster Cookie (Luffy): Cook

Their much loved cook, the boy once ate a strange fruit which allows him to take the nutrition he takes in from food and growing his muscles and limbs at super fast speeds! Thus, his name has long been forgotten the world over as he is only known as the Monster Cook. However, the truth is that their Cookie is a sweet and kind boy who always looks out for others, protecting his friends and anyone else in need. He does have to eat an extraordinary amount to use his powers, though, and so he spends most of his time locked away alone in the kitchen!

Kyoyūshi "Sniper Of The Giants" Usopp: Navigator, Pirate Captain, Prisoner

You may have heard of this unimaginably horrible man. He is a legend around the world, after all, and a known slayer of giants ("That's not what that name means!") The crew had the misfortune of running into him only a few nights ago, and while he was alone - nearby Islanders had killed and ate the others of his crew in a cannibalistic sacrifice - he still managed to dispose of most of those journeying along The Last Psychopomp. This includes their dear, sweet navigator, a young girl of only 14.... ("Robin.... Why???" 😮‍💨💧💧) Since then they have been forcing him to act as their navigator until they can find their way back to familiar territory, at which point they will do the honorable thing and slice each of his ("okay okay! Just move on to Zoro!")

The Man Of A Million Faces (Zoro): Preformer

Zoro: ....

Robin: *smiles*

Zoro: ....

Robin: *smiles*

Robin: I believe with such a colorful and terrifying crew it may be necessary for us to offer the locals some kind of entertainment.

Zoro: *sneer* And what do you want me to do about it?

Robin: I'm sure they'll find something about you to enjoy, Kenshi-san.

#I may have to add on to that last one #it ended up sounding like Robin was openly whoring Zoro out #which I mean she's not OPENLY doing it #she just knows people won't mind staring #she had this whole Monster Cookie/Man Of A Million Faces love story planned but Luffy already struggled #sitting still through her explination #and she figures Zoro will act like he's in love with Luffy whether she tells him or not #Luffy and Zoro are just gonna be themselves regardless #hence her not even bothering that much with a Luffy cover story #one piece #roronoa zoro #cat burglar nami #nico robin #vinsmoke sanji #one piece fanfiction #the strawhats #strawhat antics #Nami gets to glam up #Sanji gets to moon after girls #and Robin gets to make everyone freak out and also probably give Chopper more candy #don't ask about that last part she just fits it in #ask and you shall receive #amusing musings

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