#he's only human like the rest of us so i'm not including him never falling to it as an option

[saurons-pr-department]

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[perseephoneee]

rest your eyes [castiel x reader]

synopsis: you can't sleep so castiel helps you

a/n: i am sick with covid and have been rewatching supernatural with my boo. castiel was literally my second crush ever, and i missed him so much, so i decided to write something (based on the fact i'm an insomniac who would totally sleep on an angel if offered)

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

It was supposed to go: hunting a monster in the woods and returning to some dingy motel that Dean found at the end of the day. Instead, the chase led you and the rest of the squad so deep into the woods that it was wiser to set up camp than try and trek back to civilization. The camp included a rock outcropping to protect from the weather, a shitty fire, and a lack of comfortable sleeping arrangements. Sam and Dean were used to sleeping on almost anything so they could pass out immediately. You, on the other hand, had insomnia sleeping in a regular bed and knew you were going to struggle to fall asleep with nothing more than the moss covering the ground. 

Castiel didn’t sleep, so he was keeping watch. You had your jacket balled up as a pillow under your head, and instead of closing your eyes and trying to encourage rest in your body, you were staring at Cas through thick lashes. He looked up at the sky, a serene expression on his face like he was thinking about what each star meant. The light from the fire flickered across his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose, even his cupid’s bow. Sometimes, you were struck by just how beautiful he was, like some Greek artists, the idea of the perfect man, sculpted to perfection and thrown at your feet for just you to enjoy. You wondered how you ended up so lucky to be blessed with his presence. 

“Why do humans enjoy looking at the stars?” Castiel asks you in a soft voice to not rouse Sam and Dean. You should’ve guessed that he would notice that you were awake.

“I think…it’s nice to think about things far away from your own life,” you hum, giving up on your rock bed and sitting up, brushing leaves and other debris out of your hair. Cas looks at you, the blue in his eyes a shifting kaleidoscope from the dancing lights around you. “And the concept of stars is beautiful,” you sighed, curling your legs up and under. Cas tilted his head at that, brows slightly furrowed. It was your favorite expression on him. 

“Stars are just clouds of gas and light,” Castiel answers. 

“But they’ve traveled thousands of light years to reach us, even if they don’t realize it,” you smile, your eyes tracing the path of various constellations. You can feel Cas’ gaze, but don’t dare look over. Looking into Cas’ eyes is falling headfirst into an abyss you didn’t prepare for. 

“I like that,” Castiel exclaims, a hint of a smile on his lips. “That’s a…human way of looking at it.”

“I am human,” you chuckle.

“Yes, you are,” he resumes, staring at the stars. It’s silent again; the only sound is the crackling of the fire and your breaths. Sometimes, the quiet is interrupted by Sam’s snoring, but you don’t mind. Your boys deserve the rest. 

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Castiel inquires.

“It’s hard for me to sleep, especially out here,” you say, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Castiel looks troubled by that statement like he is personally responsible for your ability to sleep. “When I was little, sometimes my Mom would put me in the car and drive me around in circles, singing or telling stories until I passed out.” You remember fondly, smiling a little to yourself. “I don’t think the ground is as comfortable as a car seat, though.”

“Would you like me to tell you a story?” Castiel asks. “If you need a pillow…you can use me.” He looks slightly uncomfortable, and the tips of his ears turn red, making you grin. He never fails to be adorable when he wants to be, and you know he’s offering out of the goodness of his heart. Still, the ID part of your brain is brainstorming all the ways he could profess his love for you, something that you stamp down as you shuffle over to him. He leans his back against one of the rock walls, stretching his legs out. He had already removed his trench coat, offering it to you as a blanket. It was large enough to swallow you and smelled precisely like Castiel in a way you wanted to remember for the rest of your life. You took your makeshift pillow and set it on his lap, laying your head there and curling up under his arm, which he hesitantly rested on your shoulder. You knew you had to coax your ever-beating heart to calm down if you were ever going to sleep, but it was hard when you were lying on the lap of an angel you had a crush on. Still, Castiel was a gentleman who didn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable. 

“What’s your story?” you ask, voice small as you close your eyes and relax your body. 

“Early before humans won the race for my Father’s next creation, there was a pool going on for what Earth’s next great invention would be…”

Castiel’s voice, in its low timbre, started to lull you to sleep as you listened to his story. You liked listening to him talk, and he occasionally added funny anecdotes that would make you smile. You started tuning out of the story, instead focusing on the warmth from his lap, the smell of the open air and him, and especially how his fingers had started to absentmindedly stroke shapes on your arm. Eventually, you were pulled into a deep sleep, lingering in that space where you were only slightly conscious but not awake. That space was the only way you could feel Castiel petting your hair, brushing his fingers down your scalp to your neck and back to your shoulder. Even in your dreams that night, you swear you could feel his weight everywhere. 

You slept peacefully, without interruption, the whole night. Until morning, when the sound of voices roused you from your slumber.

“...did you get a girl in your lap?” Dean asked, sounding incredulous. 

“She is not in my lap. She is lying on half of my lap,” Castiel answered, ever the stickler for exact estimates. You could hear Dean’s groan and sarcastic retort. 

“Can you shut up? I’m trying to sleep?” you mumbled, screwing your eyes shut and pushing your face more profoundly into your pillow-jacket-thing. 

“C’mon, Sleeping Beauty, time to go hunting,” Dean called out. You let out a curse word, relaxing as you felt Castiel pat your head reassuringly. 

“You are much more Sleeping Beauty than I am,” you responded, finally opening your eyes to the daylight but not making a move to get up. Eventually, you realized you’d have to move, so you begrudgingly sat up, cracking your neck as you did so. “Thanks for the story, Cas,” you said, averting eye contact with the angel to avoid him seeing the light flush on your cheeks. You gave him back his coat, and he kindly removed a twig that got stuck in your sweater. 

“Did you sleep alright?” he inquired. You thought back to it and realized that for the first time in years, you slept through the whole night. 

“Yeah, I… slept well.” 

With that, Castiel smiled and helped you up. You were more alert on a hunt than you had been in a long time, all because a particular angel helped you achieve the best sleep of your life.

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[sadtonight]

"Meow, meow meeeow"

Summary: for whatever reason, once a week you are transformed into a cat! You are not as sentient as particular grey monster, but you compensate it by being very lovable. Let's hope that your boyfriend doesn't have an allergy on you!

Characters: Heartslabyul;

Warnings: none, a bit of angst, reader is gender neutral, established romantic relationships;

Side notes: another cat fic!! If im not getting a cat by the end of the year I'm km. Joking, I'm joking ha ha. But I really want a kitty ugh. So I was searching for derogatory nicknames for cats and didn't find any))))) Gonna name my cat Freak or some Bible angel's name just you wait.

Riddle

— he's a bit lost at first, since Riddle is not entirely sure if it would be impolite to treat you differently, because at those moments you were an animal. You just instructed him to be nice and keep kissing you, to which he scrunched his eyebrows, muttering that he didn't even considered stopping doing so;

— admittedly it was so special to have you around in the cat form: he never had a feline pet, only meeting beastman that happened to be cat-like. Red haired boy made few mistakes here and there, the most common one being letting you rest on his lap when you jumped on him. Riddle would smile, scratching behind your ears and below your chin and continue on doing his homework until he realised that you were not going to leave anytime soon;

— you were not heavy by any means, however your weight started to gradually make itself known, distracting Riddle from his studies. He made a couple of attempts to wake you up, nudging and trying to reason with you, yet you only quietly meowed and didn't budge like you were a rock and not a cat. That's why your poor boyfriend had to learn a spell or two so he can pull you away safely from his lap to the bed;

— if for whatever reason you made your boyfriend's blood boil you could always hide on top of the bookshelves or his bed. It's not like he could reach you there even if he really wanted to. Riddle was on the verge of setting his own room ablaze but decided to be a bigger person in the situation and let you go;

— your boyfriend loves to cuddle with you in any form. One thing that bothers him a little is when you settle in his bed along with him, cuddled to his body with his arms loosely holding you, in the morning you are back to your human self, squashing his rather frail figure and leaving him struggling to breathe properly, which Riddle doesn't like coming around to every week.

Trey

— you turn into a cat sometimes? Well at least Trey is not transformed alongside you so he's fine with it. He imagined himself as a cat a few times, holding back a chuckle as other Heartslabyul students are left to wonder what the male found so funny while baking banana bread;

— your boyfriend had picked up a habit of checking his hats every now and then. Why? Because you seem to really like hiding or just lounging in them. And you also have this tendency to claw at hanging hats and watch them fall down from the rack in his room. Trey is used to seeing moving hats stroll around the dorm, but not the other residents who assume paranormal activity. So in order to keep you safe he often lies about hats being magical and it being a Heartslabyul thing, and unsurprisingly no-one ever questions it;

— if your feline form includes fur, Trey has lots of lint rollers and has a set of special grooming gloves. Sorry, but you are not entering the dorm kitchen until your boyfriend has made sure that you wouldn't shed fur all over the place. If you behave well in his arms he subconscious baby-talks to you and cradles your face, praising you. He's very embarrassed if anyone sees him act that way, literally begs Cater to delete the video that ginger secretly filmed of him cooing at you. Please... it will be extremely mortifying if you saw it when you turn back to your human self;

— never gives you what he baked for humans while you are in a cat form, sorry but it's for your own good. However that doesn't mean Trey won't look up recipes for felines which he could whip up with him preexisting baking skills. Your boyfriend takes weird pride in being able to satisfy a cat with his baking, ha!

— apart from the aforementioned activities the green haired male does, he also likes to just absentmindedly pat your smaller body. Your boyfriend is quite mean for not letting you sleep on his lap for much time, but he is more than happy to have you laying on the desk when he does homework or revises for the upcoming tests. He keeps the desk clean and has a pillow or a box of your fit. Honestly you do distract him a lot, Trey can't help but reach his left hand to give you a small rub on your head and continue doing his thing. He wishes he could do the same to you in your human form, however, he decides it would be off putting for you, so he drops the idea...

Carter

— WOAH, A CUTE PARTNER WHO IS ALSO A KITTY CAT?? No way, really why is he winning so hard all of the sudden? Before meeting you, Cater wasn't a cat person per say, he could dig why people were obsessed with them and stuff but never shared same amount of enthusiasm prior to having you around as a cat;

— if you are not a conventionally cute cat so to speak he is just a tiny bit sad, although if you are a doe-eyed, fluffy, stuffed animal looking creature Cater is never letting go of his phone, in hopes of you doing something adorable so he could snap a pic or film some stories for magicam. He tots getting famous in a few weeks!

— your boyfriend started to compulsively buy cutesy cat outfits and honestly it was kinda annoying since he would spend more on the animal fashion than human one. And don't forget about cat related things in general: cat ears, cat-face masks, bean gloves and socks, pjs with cats on them, cat phone cases, food and sweets with cat motive (he hates sweets but thet are sooo adorable, he just hands them out to whoever he comes across after he is done taking pics) and the list goes on. You'll have to put a ban on purchasing cat goods if they niggle you;

— Cater frequently browses magicam, so much so that when he sees a cat that looks like or reminds him of you, he instantly likes the post or comments that you are way more cuter. The ginger had to delete several comments due to his worrying wording that made people lose their minds. Sigh, no he is not dating a cat, stop spamming his DMs geez;

— he knows he ought to not think like that, but he low-key finds your cat form even more comforting than your human one. Since you don't really comprehend what is he saying to the fullest extent while being a feline, Cater uses this opportunity to muse about his life to you. It's not like he doesn't confide in you, you are his partner after all, and yet you are more approachable in this form for some reason;

— if anything, not only it helped your boyfriend to open up bit by bit, but also playing with you helps him to relax: Cater bobs your cat nose, dangles a new toy that you will definitely break and chew on within a playtime session and buries his face in your tiny body when you let him. He doesn't want to let you go, never ever;

Ace

— pfff, really? You turn into a furball off and on? He doesn't believe you at first — come on he won't fall for something idiotic as that. When Ace does wake up to a cat with oddly grim expression staring back at him, sitting on top on his chest instead of you laying beside he is so confused... Your boyfriend kinda feels like a fool for not believing you from the start;

— anyways, now your nickname is furball, or baldy if you are furless, he calls you that even when you are a human. Ace has never been successful in summoning or having your attention when he called out to you by the name he has given to you, yet he doesn't lose hope and tries every time only for each time to fail;

— your boyfriend loves to play with you, your paws were so soft and cute, and sharp like oww what was that for?? The boy could never tell when you were in the mood for playtime thus he often got scratched while disturbing you when you clearly wished to be left alone. It's fine though, you usually apologize to him and put bandages on his scratches and bites, but it would be better if you also kissed where it hurt, just in case;

— tried to teach you tricks and test your cognitive abilities by playing attention games. Sadly, all things you learn never go beyond the feline form, so when Ace says commands, you give him a confused look. Thankfully he documented your progression and it's hard to tell if you feel impressed or baffled about yourself. Once he got a genius idea of acquaintancing you to the colourful hedgehog family in Heartslabyul, but fortunately the dorm leader who was tending them that day thoroughly explained to Ace why it was actually a horrific idea;

— Ace still teases you relentlessly even as a kitty. Your boyfriend got used to your nibbles and bites with paws clutching to the hand that roughly ruffled you frame. Everything in your cat form was so cute, he doesn't really like saying that outloud but he is stating the facts isn't he? When you transform back, he will suggest adopting a real house feline. Don't worry, Ace promises to love you more!

Deuce

— upon hearing about your condition, Deuce instantly asks you to show, only to realise that you can't control it at will... Don't mind him, he is just really curious since he never heard of humans turning into cats. Does that make you a werewolf? Werecat...?

— your boyfriend sufferes the most when you are a cat in comparison to normal form. If you fall asleep on his his lap he never ever wakes you up or moves you to the side. Poor guy is literally stuck on a couch in the dorm's lounge area. It's already time for supper and Deuce can't even more a muscle: he already mentally accepted the collar and scolding from the dorm leader for being late...

— every time this happens blue eyed boy cries rivers, his body aching from sitting or laying for too long, and yet he keeps petting your warm figure. You are purring and radiating pure love Deuce can't bring himself to move. Your boyfriend started to avoid cuddling with you in the longe because of this, unless you both are in his room during the night;

— now Deuce has always been protective of you, not taking the fact that you were capable enough to handle yourself into account. However, when he knows that you are prone to turning into small helpless animal? It's basically the new level of protectiveness: if he sees someone patting you, he is ready to jump in if Deuce notices even the slightest hints of distress in your body language;

— he generally was kind of scared of unintentionally hurting you thus he has gone to the library to read everything available regarding felines. Your boyfriend has gained such profound knowledge of the cats that professor Trein took a liking to the Heartslabyul first year who could freely speak with his dear companion and read his body like an open book;

— by force of habit, Deuce treats you like a cat when you are a human and the other way around. You can just talk about your day, telling him about good things that happened and he reaches his arm to pat your head. Or when your boyfriend goes to prepare some sandwiches he opens cans with cat food instead of human food. Deuce should really pull himself together huh?

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[curseofaphrodite]

Prince of Diamonds

DAEMON TARGARYEN X READER

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summary: the day had arrived for you to marry Viserys, but of course, weddings in Westeros are nothing if not chaotic.

The castle was alive with laughs — there were so many people from so many places, so many congratulations, and as many gifts (from pieces of jewelry to weapons) that it felt like you were in a fairytale of some sort.

Except you were fucking terrified the entire time.

Everything about the day felt off, as if you were about to be hung from the ropes than be wed to a king.

You went to take a stroll through the kingdom in disguise to get your mind off things, and were surprised at the commoners' lives.

For some reason, you had thought they'll be warm and cheery and content with the small life they led, far away from royal politics and bloodshed. But poverty seemed to have tightened its grip on most of them, and you wondered why the fuck Viserys hadn't mentioned any of these issues before.

It was always strategies to protect the people, but everything else seemed to have been missed from council meetings. You included had wanted the Iron Throne, but never knew the asterisk that came with it.

Until now.

It was heartbreaking to see how lively the town was, as if they were used to the miseries by now. As if they didn't know there was a castle right within their reach with leeches living their best lives while they were wallowing in debt.

"Apple, miss? Fresh apples?" a kid yelled from the sidewalks. You walked on as you didn't want to be recognized.

"What about grapes? I have grapes too!" he followed and you noted how he didn't sound desperate — just very casual, like he was your friend for more years than he had been born.

"I'm in a hurry," you replied hastily, but he was easily catching up.

"C'mon! I'll let you taste some for free! It's so delicious you won't resist buying the rest for your family."

"Look I—"

But he ran in front of you and made you halt anyway. You could only see his feet properly because you still had your clock on.

"What's up with your attire? Are you one of the circus performers?" he asked, seemingly forgotten about his own business.

You sighed, seeing no way out of it. You pulled down your robe and stared him right in the eye. He gasped, his jaw on the ground.

The place seemed to have stopped its bustling. Silent murmurs died away as everyone seemed to notice you. They all stood right where they were, not believing their eyes.

"It's the Queen-to-be!" A middle-aged guy finally yelled, falling to his knees. Following his example, more bent down. You knew this was to be expected, but it still shook you to your core. These people already seemed to respect you, even with a short acquaintance.

You found yourself hoping it was respect and not fear.

"Rise," you said loudly, thinking on the spot. "I've come to invite everyone here for the wedding. There will be food enough to feed two armies."

The kid blinked. "The guards will let us in?"

"If I command so, of course they will."

Grateful gasps rippled through the crowd and soon they started to murmur among themselves, probably wondering why you came all the way here, why you couldn't have sent a messenger, why you seemed so humane while the royals seemed like gods. They were asking all of that with approval, like they wouldn't have it any other way.

"Forgive me, your Highness," a woman rushed forwards to the kid. "He's young, he's been known to provoke- he didn't realize—"

"It's fine," you reassured, suddenly glad that you took off your robe. "In fact, I think I'll do some wedding shopping."

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"You invited the whole of King's Landing?" Viserys asked, barging into your room.

It was almost evening, exactly three hours before the wedding. Right as he entered, all the maids fussing over you did a short curtsy and exited, as if they all collectively smelled a fight coming on.

But Viserys looked more exhausted than angry.

"Yes," you replied simply, looking at the finest of gowns laying on the bed, not sure which one to choose.

He sighed. "I wish you would include me in these decisions, Y/N."

"Like you include me in the council meetings?" you snapped, turning around to glare at him.

"There's always a seat for you at the table, I just didn't know if you'd like it."

"There's nothing about this I like."

"Pardon?"

Fuck. "I'm nervous," you lied, sitting down on the bed. "All of this is so much right now."

"We can take it one step at a time," Viserys smiled. "That's all it has to be. And I'm not mad at you for going to the town, but I do wish you had let a guard accompany you."

"That's defeating the purpose," you cracked a smile in response. "I'll consider it next time."

"Good. I'll leave you to it then," he gestured towards all the extravagant gowns and accessories. He hesitated. "One more thing... you haven't heard any rumors of late, have you?"

You hated yourself right then. You wished Viserys was an evil man, but he had grown to be your friend. He didn't force you to a marriage, you had agreed to it yourself. He never yelled at you or looked down on you, but it was as if right at that moment, both of you knew you could never be happy with each other.

Because the rumors he was referring to wasn't about you and Daemon. It was about him and Alicent. How he visits her chamber at night, how he only leaves in the morning.

"Did Daemon say anything?" you asked in reply.

"He wished to convey his congrats."

"That doesn't sound like him."

"Exactly what I thought."

You smiled. He turned around with guilt in his eyes.

"For what it's worth, every townsfolk who's at the gates has been hailing your name." He said softly. "You're already a queen in their eyes."

If anything, that reassured you even less.

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You stood at the top of the aisle in a plain grey gown, your hair in a braid and covered in gold accessories. Weddings in Westeros were grand as they were gothic.

You didn't notice the people, just Daemon standing beside Viserys, his eyes on anything but you. He appeared collected and quiet, and you wanted nothing more than retrace the last night with him. What if I had said... nevermind.

The priest went on about legacies and love, and you failed to see how they were connected. Sure you were zoning out, but you also couldn't hear him out of the sounds of your own heartbeats.

There was silence, and everyone was looking at you. You had reached the part to say your vows. Your throat closed up. Viserys blinked in confusion.

"I—" you stammered, unable to go on. Sudden whispers started across the hall. "Can I talk with you for a moment, my lord?"

"Must be awfully important if it's the middle of this," Otto Hightower said loudly. Son of a bitch.

"Viserys... please."

Daemon gritted his teeth and came out of his statuesque behavior. He came by your side and started to whisper so others couldn't hear.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Daemon—" you were surprised at how worried he sounded.

"It's a terribly inconvenient time to get cold feet! Do you realize how stupid you're acting? For fuck's sake, remedy this before—"

"Get away from her," Viserys said sharply. Daemon instantly obeyed, not wanting to make things more serious, only out of concern for you. "Y/N, what is the meaning of this?"

"I can't be your wife," you said softly. "I'm sorry."

"What?" Viserys looked lost. Surprised. But not hurt. That was something.

"Can't you see it, my lord?" Otto yelled for the benefit of the hall, glaring at both you and Daemon. "She's been defiled. Guards!"

Your throat was met with the sword of an eager knight. It didn't touch your skin, simply hovered there for further instructions. You understood why this show of power was necessary. As the betrothed, simple rumors were enough to get you exiled, but a claim as vulgar as this simply thrown to the air led to bloodshed every time. After the initial shock, someone in the audience screamed.

Daemon didn't care about political advances and even if he did, he would have still done what he did next. He brought his dagger out and held it over the throat of the knight in mere seconds.

"A scratch on her and I'll burn you inside out," Daemon said quietly.

"STOP THIS MADNESS!" Viserys ordered.

The knight dropped his sword at once, but Daemon didn't let go. If anything, the dagger was pressed tighter. The knight was already bleeding. Viserys grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the scene, towards the secluded corner where no one was watching. Eyes followed, but none took a step forward.

"You haven't slept with Daemon," he stated firmly. "What kind of game are you playing?"

"I fear if I were to stay in this palace, I could be involved with him. You deserve a queen more loyal than that—"

"Don't you dare say this is for my benefit!"

"—and I deserve a husband who doesn't cheat too," you hissed. "You've been to Alicent's room more than you've been to mine. Or did you think I wouldn't notice?"

He paled.

"It's the right thing to do. You don't love me. This is an arrangement." You stressed. "You care about me like you care about your friends. I can't rob you of your happiness and you can't rob me of mine. Let me leave in peace before I besmirch your reputation."

"You're doing that already by refusing to be the queen."

"I'm not refusing. I can't be the queen right now. Have you seen the state of your people? Frankly speaking, neither of us is fit to be rulers. At least I'll acknowledge that and take my leave."

"I have duties!" he yelled.

"Then do them," you snapped. "Don't drag me into this."

"You would be declaring war between our houses," he said pleadingly. "I don't want to cause you hurt."

"You won't," you said firmly. "Hold your troops. Have meetings about the stained integrity of my house. Feed lies to your people that actions have consequences. Fuck Alicent. Marry her. Just let me go."

He groaned. "Even if I let you go, the rest of them won't."

He was talking about Otto, the guards, and everyone who was prepared to see your downfall. You knew it. You had also planned for it.

"Viserys please," you begged, gritting your teeth. "Let me escape. I'll go to a place where no one knows my name. I'll come back a queen, just not of Iron Throne."

He glared, but you knew he had caved. "I'll hold the fort for three minutes."

"You're the king," you said, pecking his cheek with gratitude. "You can do five."

Then you were off.

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When you reached your room, nothing had been left. The cupboards were emptied, the table looked like new and even the books were missing.

Daemon Targaryen stood in the middle of it with a huge bag.

"No," you said, connecting the dots. "You're not coming with me."

"If you go alone, you're dead."

"I'll take my chances," you deadpanned, reaching for the bag which had your stuff. He pulled it away.

"Now's not the time for ego. Look at it this way, I know Westeros better. I know the secret passageways. I know this place because I've bled on it."

"Do you not want to know why I've stopped the wedding?" you asked cautiously.

"Because you chickened out and realized none of this is a game."

"Because I knew you'd ruin everything if I went through it. I didn't marry him because of you."

He snorted. "The blame falls on me now?"

"Daemon you can't come with me or you'll be the main source of rumors here. Everyone will think we ran away and when you come back, you could be killed."

"Then I won't come back." He took a step forwards. "Is that what you want me to say? That I'll actually run away with you? That we'll go to the other side of the Narrow Sea and spend our days in the sun with no worries?"

"Don't be ridiculous, that sounds boring," you interrupted. "I'm saying I need to lay low until I figure out a plan."

"I'm good with plans."

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm not but I'm coming anyway."

"Daemon—"

"We'll do as you say," he said hastily. "We'll lay low for a while. Just until the smoke blows over and Viserys finds a new wife. I'll make him do formal amends so the kingdom can stop talking about this. Then you'll come back with me. If anyone dares to speak a word, I'll cut out their tongue."

"Even if it's Otto?"

"Especially if it's Otto," he smiled. "Though his tongue won't be my first choice to cut off."

You laughed. "Fine... I guess we're running."

He looked alarmed. "Running? Oh no hon, we're flying."

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"Love doesn't always end with a happily ever after..."

[Bayverse TLK Optimus Prime x Human reader (Angst Oneshot)]

A/N: My first one-shot, so this will probably look like scrap-, this looks so weird to me- But either way hope you won't find this bad. GIF isn't mine credits go the the original creator. This is a long one shot I'd say and it takes place in movie 5 to remind you. And I'm going to sob in the corner rn cause Prime may look OOC-😭

Warnings: Movie Spoilers for Transformers TLK 5, Angst with no comfort, Mention of Spells/Brainwashing, and, Manipulation, Long post, Death, Slow Burn Romance, Blood, Killing, Cursing, Gore but nothing too detailed, Threatening, Violence, and, Fighting.

Ever since Optimus left Earth to take away the seed and hide it away, you felt lonely and worried day by day. Sure, it did feel nice to have the rest of the Autobots with you, Bumblebee, Hound, and, many more of them. But it just doesn't feel right, not without Optimus. Before he flew away from Earth, you gained feelings for him during the times when you two were alone together.

Not because he was a Prime and was very strong. Despite his serious and stern demeanor, he has a kind spark and has always shown genuine care for others, Including you.

You happily and gladly listened to his stories, feelings, and, many more. Which he deeply appreciates with his short yet kind words of thanks. You sometimes feel like an idiot for not telling him your feelings for him but, you think it's for the better besides, he's in a war with his fellow Autobots, Optimus a literal huge giant alien robot that can easily hurt you, and, It'll save you from rejection. It's not like he'd return the same affection for you right? You thought as years pass by.

Slowly you start to accept that Optimus Prime is gone. And he'll never come back. But, life has full of surprises, right? Good and Bad. You received news on how Earth, your home planet, had the secrets of Cybertron, Optimus' home planet. And was given a task to find a certain staff that has a large amount of power.

Right now, You, Vivian, Cade, and, Bumblebee finally found the staff, located in the depths of the ocean. Thanks to Sir Edmund's explanation, the Continental Drift theory was true, as all lands emerged to have the staff hidden from falling into the wrong hands, It was an old Cybertronian Ship, where there are guardian knights of it are in deep sleep but will be ready to protect the staff.

Cogman's assistance was well, complicated to describe, and having Bumblebee as protection. Vivian wields the staff, only being one of the people to use it, after knowing that one of her family members had an alliance with the Transformers.

And the guardian knights have awakened from their long state of being hidden, attacking as you three do your best to avoid it. Unfortunately, you three were caught by the government. They were able to deal with the guardian knight, which now leads to the scene of Vivian being threatened by Lennox on shooting her.

"Go ahead, shoot me!" She shouted out, "No!" Cade yelled back, not wanting to see her getting shot. "Only I can wield it." Vivian states, but Lennox prepares for attack "Go on!" Lennox didn't shoot her yet, "Do it!" Silence takes place "Shoot me!" Vivian yells out, "You don't know what you're doing, Lennox." Cade adds but only sees him getting equipped to shoot Vivian. "Don't do this Lennox, the more trouble will only be involved here." You add on.

You and they then heard a loud growl from the back, only to see more guardian knights come over, one says "Protect the staff!" as it charges towards the government with Lennox, they shoot at him but no effect happens as they only get thrown off by them. But suddenly they were getting defeated, with the use of a sword and shooting at them, by but who? You see a large figure from the mist.

As they were killed off, the large being revealed itself, only for it to be Optimus Prime himself. "I've come for that staff," he says as he holds his sword, you and Cade look behind, it's him! Optimus! But, something doesn't feel right...

He walks towards you three, as he puts his sword in place, "Optimus...what are you doing?" Cade asks, with concern he isn't like this, he doesn't take the lives of others that stand in his way so quickly, unless they truly deserved it. "Give it to me." He says demandingly "It's us, Cade and (Name). We fought together-" "I fight the fight for my own kind! My own planet!" Optimus cuts him off angrily, as he slams his servo on the ground to warn him. Seeing how he acts, you felt horrified at what he was doing. This wasn't the caring and compassionate Prime you know...

Vivian also felt horrified as well, as she securely holds the staff, "Cade?" She questions, "This isn't you, Prime." You say nervously but also feel anger. Why the hell is he being like this? Optimus bends towards Vivian, "Give me the staff, human." He says demandingly, "Cade?" Vivian questions Cade, with fear, "I will kill you." Optimus threatens her. Cade sighs and answers "Give it to him." You look at him with a questioning look, "But Cade we-" "We have no other choice, (Name)!" He replies harshly but not on purpose, you feel bitter. Not because he yelled at you, it was that the staff was going to be given to Prime. And you didn't feel right when you saw him.

Vivian feels nervous, with the intense look from Prime, while Lennox and Bumblebee watch, thinking wisely to not engage in a fight. "Now," Cade speaks out, Vivian then raises her arm to give the staff to him. He then takes it from. her as he has it on his chest plate. Once he haves it, Lennox and his men shoot at him, only for them to be defeated. He then walks away "Who dares to challenge me?" And with that, he just left.

When he left, Bumblebee whirs sadly, "It's all wrong, Bee." Cade talks to the young bot. "Something happened, that is not Optimus." Indeed it wasn't him at all. "We gotta find him, Bee. Remember ZB-7? He reminds him, with Bumblebee being ZB-7, who was strong and yet brutal, "You got to be that Autobot again." Bumblebee nods as he raises his arm as he went his way to look for the Prime.

Cade then goes to Vivian "Look, you got to get back to the sub, all right? Get out of here." He says, "Wait, but what about you and (Name)?" She asks with worry, "Bee's always had our back. It's our turn to have his. Go." You reply to her, as you then ran with Cade. "All right, get back to the DSV." Lennox states, "Let them know up top that we lost control of the weapon." He commands "Roger that, Sir." "You heard him. Back to the sub!" His men reply and obey. "We're gonna find him." You both then went with Lennox.

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The old Cybertronian Ship rises from the sea, It's unbalanced but Bumblebee finally finds Prime. Once he sees him he uses his hammer to give a good hit on Prime which was effective. "Come on, we got to get to the top!" Lennox voices out loudly as you climb out. Once you got up you see how strong tides and hurricanes were there, "Holy Sh!t! Holy Sh!t!" Cade curses out as he saw the situation happening, as the old ship moves.

"We can make it! Come on!" Cade said as you three ran fast and try the best you guys could to make it. "Watch out, big wave coming!" Lennox warned out, even as you three held on to each other, the wave was still able to separate you off. As Bumblebee fights off Optimus, he was slowly losing his strength while trying to catch up to him, "I am Nemesis Prime!" He says as he throws Bumblebee to the ground, "You are nothing!" Prime says as he rips off the door wings of the poor young bot. Bumblebee was then able to get out of his grip, and he then prepares to fight again. "Move it!" Lennox yells out, you do your best to not get swallowed by the waters as you climb up from it.

"Air's gonna be on station 14 to 16." The airforce's speaker says "TOC, it looks like we have a surfaced alien ship." As they glided over the ship, one says "Lightning 4 has a visual on Optimus." You and Cade have eventually got to the surface, and to see Bumblebee being Beaten by Prime, you both ran towards them. Bumblebee had a chance to be able to stop Prime, which made him fall to the ground.

You then climb on top of him to try to get him to snap out of his unusual behavior "Optimus please stop!" You yell at him, feeling desperate to make him get back on himself "Please stop already, Optimus! Don't do this, Please! Snap out of this Prime! This isn't you! Remember me, Optimus!" For a minute his Violet optics almost went Gentle Blue but unfortunately went back to Dark Purple. Before he could even do anything to you Bumblebee attacks Prime which made you get off him as fast as you can. But then, the Cybertronian ship was moving again but going up. You then got separated again but were able to find the two bots.

Optimus then grabs Bumblebee as he then painfully hits him off the ground. Having You and Cade sliding on the ship like an avalanche. Before Optimus could do worse to Bumblebee, he was able to kick him away. "Prime!" Cade calls out to him. Bumblebee felt worn out as he tries to get back on his pede, he was laying down, being affected by his injuries. Optimus then gets back on his track he grabs his sword and raises it towards Cade. "NO! CADE!" you scream out as you then push Cade out of the way, making the sword hit you instead.

Slash!

You felt his sword stab you as if you were going to be ripped apart brutally, specifically it went for your chest, Dark Red blood bleeds out of you and God it hurts so much. Your vision starts to get blurry. You cry and screech out of pain from it, making Optimus to go back his senses as he dropped his sword. You fall to the ground as blood drools out of your mouth and as tears escape your eyes.

When Optimus gets back to his normal self shakes his head and then he sees you on the ground injured. With immodest worry, he bends down to gently carry you on his servo. "(Name)!" He calls out to you, as you were on his servo, bloody and injured. The Prime had many questions in his helm, "What was he doing? How are you injured? Who did this to you?-", however, he then looked at his sword that was on the ground, blood was on it. So it was him who injured you so badly! Making Prime feel guilty as if a pang of pain went through his spark.

You know that you're still alive, but you only have a little amount of time to breath. You then weakly question him "Optimus, i-is that you?.." he brings you close to his faceplates "(Name)!, Please save your breath while you still can, we may find help!" He says feeling hopeless, But the truth is you can't even survive anymore, you're going to die soon.

You then raise your right hand to gently caress his faceplates, you then see it was really him, even through your blurry vision, you can see a bit of his beautiful Ocean-Blue optics that you've always adored. When you put your small hand on him, you caught his attention, you then say, "Optimus ever since I have met you and spent time together with each other, I always felt happy and glad when you're here. You were one of the best things that came into my life, you were like a guide, a light in my life that I wanted to be with you forever, even if it's impossible." Making the Prime's optics widen, you loved him back as well?

"I-I'm going to die, Optimus, I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you about this when I still had my chances." More tears fell out of your eyes. "But please know that I have no regrets about being with you Optimus Prime. Words cannot even express how dear you are to me in my heart, Optimus I deeply l-lov-"

*Cough!*

You coughed out blood. You then didn't see or hear anything. You were dead. Sadly, what you didn't know was Prime's response. He did love you back. When you were gone he begged that you'll open your eyes up again. Optimus does feel like an idiot as well. He loves you but when he gained his feelings for you? He just pushed them away, out of fear, thinking that you're just too good for him to be with.

He didn't even care when Bumblebee and Cade called out to him, and how the guardian knights are going to kill him. Again, he didn't even care, right now he was reflecting on his mistakes and the harm that he did towards you and others, as lubricants threaten to fall out of his Ocean Blue eyes, and just wanted to scream out of rage and sadness on what he has done. Optimus then has thoughts of just wanting to turn back time if he could, and there he would've told you his feelings for you.

Primus, if he just didn't fall under Quintessa's spell and manipulations, none of this would even happen! It was all his fault, he murdered you. He's a monster, disgusting, and, selfish!

And now you both have consequences to deal with, you didn't confess each other's feelings to one another, and now it ends like this. It seems unfair and cruel but that's just how life is, isn't it? Time flies and waits for no one. And more importantly,

Love doesn't always end with a happily ever after...

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[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Neteyam and Spider secret relationship idea that I literally cannot stop thinking about

Idea that 5he night before neteyams gaming of his ikran ceremony, he and Spider have sex in hells gate(this is important to the plot) - the idea that once neteyam is properly a Man then he will have to start courting, and they would rather have one night together than none at all. As they know they cannot be together.

Flash forward to the next day moat looks at him weirdly and is like?!!!!!?? You're mated??!! Neteyam is flatly like: no I'm not. They eventually weedle out of him that he had sex but because they didn't perform tshelu, he thought that it wouldn't mate them. Neytiri is besides herself because why would you have sex without the intention of mating but jake tentatively is like maybe this is a human sort of sex drive?

But the idea that neteyam and Spider keep this secret for maybe years or months. The idea that eywa saw their love for each other and blessed the union even though there was no tshelu. Neteyam just keeps the official stance of the girl I slept with doesn't want to be my wife and lead the clan in the future, I will partner with the best tshik there is no need for us to be mates. Everyone kind of begrudgingly has to accept this over time, as it becomes increasingly obvious that he will be a fantastic chief.

Flash forward, they still don't know who neteyam accidently mated to, as he doesn't spend any one on one time with young women. I just love the idea of neteyam, once he has tamed his ikran, volunteers to take spider back to bells gate every evening (he says it's because the flight back clears his head, but it's obviously the only time they can speak plainly and be themselves around each other.) jake going to ask neteyam something, and seeing from a distance the familiarity which the two have for eacb other and how wide their smilea are and everything just falls into place. Because obviously! No tshelu, he's never seen with any women, the other mate didn't want to reveal their identity. Idea that Jake has to realise that neteyam could never confide in him, because jake would tell neytiri, who would tell moat, and all of these people act NG weirdly would defo make things obviously to kiri and Lo'ak and the rest of the clan.

I like the idea of Jake following spider and neteyam (from a distance) and walking into Spider's bedroom, not really knowing what he aS going to expect. But when neteyam stands slightly in front of spider, shielding him with his body, jake realises this is fucking serious.

I LURVE secret relationships and relationship reveals, I feel like neteyam and Spider's could be an epic one.

Ooh, what an ask, anon, what an ask. Before his iknimaya?!?!? They're so YOUNG, they're BABIES. 14 and 15! Maybe before Neteyam's uniltaron, give them like generously a baby extra year. Maybe. For my sanity.

But the storyline? I'm invested. The tragedy of hiding a relationship so deep as mates when they must see each other every day regardless. I imagine it's like a phantom limb pain. The scientists HAVE to know, if Neteyam is going into Spider's room every night even just to say goodbye. Our loyal Norm warrior, secret keeping king. You also can't convince me Kiri and Lo'ak aren't on at least Spider's ass every single day trying to find out what's wrong with him, why he's being weird, what he's hiding. Neteyam is weird too but it's easier to write off on him being gone, busy being a man now.

Also, how did they get to this super sad decision to just have one night and then just never being together again? That's almost more fucked up then never having been together at all. They just have to watch each other and KNOW for the rest of their lives?

Also two bizarrely funny things you've included here with Mo'at just looking once at Neteyam and being like "Oh, you've had sex, with whom??" and absolute fool Jake Sully BUSTING into the room of the kid he suspects is mated to his son without knocking??? Hilarious. Unintentional comedy. Anyways I'm begging you to write this anon give us this gift I'm crying tears.

#i was GRINNING at this idea in my workshop #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #neteyam sully #nider #nocorro #have we decided on the name #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #jake sully #mo'at #neytiri sully #kiri sully #lo'ak sully #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron) #the people need this fic we are begging for it #nocorro oops we're mated

[7sevenrings7]

So Much (For) Stardust - Stolitz (Explicit)

The hold Stolitz has on my SOUL is INSANE. PLEASE, somebody, just let them be happy! *sobs*

So...let's let them have some Good Friday smut. As a little treat.

WARNING: This fic is explicit and is intended for those aged 18+. Fic includes fellatio, ass play, and bondage. Unrelated: Brief and non-descriptive mentions of an apocalypse.

It's definitely not as wild as I could have gone (given the couple), but I wanted to explore the softer side before going into their kinks. Definitely not the last fic of these two.

This will also be posted on ao3 early next week (along with a x reader Hazbin fic if you're interested in those). The prophecy at the beginning will be an integral part of that x reader fic. I was fascinated watching "The Circus" to hear that prophecies were under Stolas's purview and wanted to explore that.

In another life, you were my babe

In another life, you were the sunshine of my lifetime

What would you trade the pain for?

...I'm not sure.

When Hell usurps Heaven

Earthbound its ruler be.

When Heaven quells Hell

The door with no key

Shall present itself

Unto humanity.

And when both fall

So soundlessly

Two stars remain

In shattered realms:

The Light of Lucifer and

The Mourning of Morningstar

To rest reality.

To rest reality.

To rest reality.

To rest reality.

To rest reality.

To rest…reality.

Stolas could still feel the snaps of Lucifer’s shoes as he stalked from the mansion tattooed onto his skin. 

He could never determine when a prophecy would come to him. He could force it - well, kind of - if information was needed. But the harder he tried, the less what arrived made any sort of logical sense.

That he had not tried at all - in fact was actively begging the universe to offer Lucifer only the most straightforward and simplest of answers - haunted him.

I did not sleep with that imp, your grace.

Ozzie saw me there, yes. Unfortunately, I think there may be some sort of misunderstanding. You see, I was just…

You’re a rule breaker, sire. So let’s rewrite the rules! Who’s to say I can’t marry my Blitzy? We’re already FAR more acquainted than Stella and I EVER would be. From one fallen to temptation to another…let me have this. Let me be happy.

Okay…so he was never actually going to use the last one. Fantasy was one thing. Political suicide was another. 

But he also hadn’t planned on spewing the most damnable prophecy that had ever fallen from his beaked lips. One that had come as sure as sin without any of the pleasure.

It did not help that it was the 14th.

Clawed feet dug into the plush red rug in front of his lounging chair that he felt drawn to for the simple fact of wanting something present should he faint. Stolas gasped for air, his hand clutching at nothing and everything all at once as his fingers ruffled through the feathers of his chest.

Where in the Hell will we go?  Stolas frowned, his upper set of eyes shutting against the stray thought as he caught the lower set of eyes began to tear up. What’s safety in the middle of the fucking apocalypse? 

He did not have to ask himself what the rattling of his brown-gray walls meant. As he always did, Blitzo snatched up the window and slithered into the room just as sly as any snake.

“‘Sup, slut” said Blitzo, standing to his full height in front of Stolas. “Ready to take this ‘D’ train to ‘P’ Town? Like…like Pleasure Town. Pleasantville…nah, that’s gaggy. Pound Town! Oh Christ on a stick…why’d it take me that long to get there? It was right there! Could have helped a guy out there, Stolas.”

Faced with his beloved and his ridiculous humor, Stolas found his breath growing even despite the shake in his very bones.

“Blitzy,” he warbled, words seeming to fail him.

“Hm?”

Those yellow eyes stared up at Stolas expectedly and he could not take the slightest of spaces between them any longer.

With a swiftness Stolas gathered Blitzo up in his arms to clutch him against any sliver of skin he could find. It was not an easy endeavor - Blitzo immediately began to wiggle and jolt his head to and fro in annoyance.

“It hasn’t even been that lo- eek!” Blitzo exclaimed, his hands carding through the feathers on Stolas’s chest to give his mouth room to breathe. The touch, as always, served more like fire to Stolas’s blood. “LET ME BREATHE!”

“No,” said Stolas, voice still weighed with sorrow. “No, Blitzy. I need you to listen.”

“List-ng,” mumbled Blitzo.

That Blitzo’s gun was what his hand reached for when Blitzo slid a hand down Stolas’s arm escaped Stolas entirely. He could merely feel his cheeks redden and his groin grow pleasantly hot.

“I received a prophecy today…for the King of Hell,” said Stolas.

“Ah shit,” said Blitzo, perking up and putting his arm stiff by his side. Stolas made a small “mmph” at the loss of contact. “Lucifer? Like the Lucifer? Like the holy fuck…FUCK ME, DADDY…Hell’s Daddy Baddie Bofanawahnahdingdong?”

Squinting at Blitzo as if trying to understand the workings of his mind, Stolas tilted his head. “...yeeeesss?”

Blitzo’s eyes seemed to shine before he wore a strange, almost pondering expression.

“Is he as short as the tabloids say? Because I say that he’s a Short King ™ but noooooo…Moxxie says he’s soooooo tall and that he’s soooooo seen him in person. Like sure, Mox. An absolute nobody like you has seen our supreme ruler without melting into the pavement like a sour strawberry shake. Lick my ass, bitch boy.”

Though Blitzo was not speaking directly to him (that much was clear…it was the little white-haired imp that Stolas had come to know as “bitch boy,” after all), Stolas could not help but smile at his antics. 

“I suppose that would depend on the height of the demon meeting his majesty,” said Stolas plainly.

Blitzo pouted.

“Don’t poke holes in my theory,” he said, whipping his tail lamely against Stolas’s arms still holding him feet above the floor. “Fucking rude.”

Laughing a warm laugh, Stolas snuggled Blitzo into the curve of his neck.

“To answer your question…short.” With a pause, Stolas regarded Blitzo with a hooded look. “Better be careful, Blitzy…you know how I love my short kings…”

That he was referring to Blitzo himself went without question…at least Stolas assumed that it did. The look of confusion on Blitzo’s face made Stolas frown. He took a hand to rub his thumb in a caress across the end of the scar under Blitzo’s eye.

Despite a stray moment of frustration in his brow, Blitzo stiffened entirely before smiling wide.

“You trying to tell me that I could have lost my shameless cum slut? Not much of a threat when I fuck you so good, babe. Speaking of...”

Goetia were practically weightless. It was a fact - a cold one that Stolas did not care to remember when he was busy drooling over the strength it took for Blitzo to flip back before hoisting him into the air. He tossed Stolas onto the waiting and well made bed. 

Stolas landed on the comforter with a laugh and a slight bounce. “Ha ha ha! Hm…but Blitzy…you forget what a world of depravity that you’ve launched me into. A toy or two might be all it takes to replace you.”

The dark of the room prevented Stolas from seeing Blitzo, but he could definitely feel those gold eyes on him.

He could also make out the telltale sound of clothes hitting the floor.

Cold, mirthless laughter filled the room.

With a leap only an imp as impish as Blitzo could make, there he was…crouched on the foot of the bed. Those eyes of his narrowed even as Stolas drunk in the view. The splotches of white dancing among the red. The lithe chest and the promising outline between his legs.

The cowboy boots Blitzo always wore and always refused to take off.

When Blitzo spoke, it was with a hiss befitting his forked tongue.

“Be useful for once and restrain yourself.”

Stolas frowned. There were parts of Blitzo’s life that he simply did not talk about. Hurts that Stolas seemed to commit without being quite certain of what he had done. 

And the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt the one he loved. So he settled into a role he knew Blitzo approved of.

“Yes, daddy,” Stolas practically purred. “I’m so sorry for being so…mouthy.”

That seemed to improve Blitzo’s mood if his smile and his slither up the bed were any indicators. With politeness, Stolas made to forget and ignore the scratchy slip of Blitzo’s boots on his satin sheets. 

Handcuffing himself to his headboard was not a task completely unknown to Stolas. It was, however, unavoidably awkward. 

“If you’re so sure that you can have so much pleasure without me…let’s remind you what I can do without all the bells and whistles. See how your smug ass likes that.” Blitzo was close enough now to clasp Stolas’s light chin in his large hand and lean forward to whisper. “Mouthy. Real cute. I’ll show you mouthy, your majesty.”

The nasty tone in Blitzo’s voice was definite cause for concern…

…but not quite as much as the imp literally ripping the clothes from Stolas’s body.

“OH!” Stolas exclaimed, his wrists already the sweetest type of uncomfortable. “Oh, Blitzy, yes!”

The blush that colored Stolas’s cheek was like a drug to get high off of. He certainly felt high as all four eyes danced in delight with the dark of the canopy bed swirling around him. After Lucifer had left, Stolas had found his cape and his crown discarded in some hallway or room in his grief. So the red tunic he wore was the very first to go. He thrust his chest toward Blitzo desperate for contact.

Blitzo simply moved to catch Stolas’s beige trousers in his digging claws. They came off without protest - without need for the speed with which they were thrown. 

Stolas’s blush deepened when he realized his thick tongue had been sticking out of his panting beak.

“Look at you,” said Blitzo, his tone both appreciative and aggravated. “Prettier than any Moan-a-Leeso.”

That Blitzo had no idea what the hell he was talking about was evident.

But his intent meant enough. Meant enough to make Stolas stretch and sigh and savor the burn of the restraints despite wanting nothing more than to grab hold of his lover.

“You…think I’m that pretty?” Stolas ventured.

Blitzo managed a nod before his tongue caught Stolas’s.

The Goetia could have cried.

Kissing Stella had been nothing like this. He had once wondered what anyone found fascinating about romance when kissing her was the same as kissing a cardboard box or the back of his hand.

But Blitzo? Oh, Blitzo made him burn. Made him want to be lost in him forever. Made him want to be reckless and reasonless and all the things he had been warded against as a child. 

Too soon Blitzo was pulling away with Stolas following him as far as his restraints would allow.

“Ah, ah, ah,” said Blitzo haughtily. “You’re making me forget where I was…my little dick-straction. Oh yes…”

Blitzo was sure to caress and clasp at every bared bit of feather that Stolas had on display as he made his way down the dark lord’s body. The plush feathers of Stolas’s thighs quivered when Blitzo carded his fingers through them.

That he was already hard was a battle Stolas lost mere moments after seeing Blitzo. But the first reverent twist of Blitzo’s hand on his cock made Stolas choke on air. 

For his part, Blitzo waited until all of Stolas’s eyes were squarely back on him before smirking.

“Being mouthy,” said Blitzo.

Being with Blitzo was like experiencing every vibrant bit of life all at once. It could be overwhelming and only the slightest bit overstimulating. Both seemed apt descriptions of Blitzo’s tongue twirling the head of his dick as if it were the last lollipop in Hell. 

This imp would be the end of him.

“FUCK yes,” Stolas exclaimed.  

What Blitzo did not fit into his mouth, he shoved into a hand instead. His fingers curled and quickened at such a lovely rate that Stolas did not quite think to care where Blitzo’s free hand was. 

Then a finger pressed soft but steady against the feathers of Stolas’s backside.

Stolas knew the way he spread his thighs wider at the sensation and raised his tail feathers would be considered brazen. The act of nothing more than a common whore. 

But maybe whores were onto something when it felt this damn good. 

Being that Stolas knew Blitzo was coming over, he had naturally prepared himself accordingly. But in the rush to the bed, he had forgotten the lube. Words were trying to form into sentences in his brain to warn Blitzo…but then the curiously gentle swirl of Blitzo’s finger left the round of the hole he had finally found.

It was soon replaced with Blitzo’s tongue.

One hand still working the Goetia’s dick, Blitzo allowed the other to hoist one of Stolas’s long legs into the air as he slowly but surely licked and lapped and lounged within the other’s ass. The crudeness of it all made the feathers on Stolas’s chest practically burst forth as he squealed in delight - pleasure and pointed avoidance of responsibilities clashing into the sweetest sensation. 

Tongue snapping up suddenly, Blitzo chuckled when Stolas groaned in protest. 

“What’s the matter? Not so easy to replace now, am I?”

The force and the bite of those words caught Stolas off guard, made him blink almost drunkenly down at Blitzo. “What? Blitzy…I could…I could never replace you.”

A myriad of emotions flitted across Blitzo’s face. None landed quite right or for any more than a moment. But when you had four eyes to catch details, you caught enough. 

Shock.

Sadness.

Searching…but for what?

“Well…that’s…” Something like a cough or a wheeze escaped Blitzo. “Oh fuck me…that’s…good.”

Before Stolas was able to say more - to ask what would possess Blitzo - his Blitzy - to assume he was replaceable, the imp had lowered his mouth back lower than low. The pressure of that tongue - thin though it was - seemed too much at first. Unpleasant. Stolas grimaced and was about to ask to shift positions when the dual tips of Blitzo’s tongue ran against that spot.

“FuuuuuUUUUUuuccckk-KH!”

With a mind like Stolas’s, quiet was hard to be found. He always had to be ready to perform his duties at a moment’s notice. There were wars to stave off…faraway stars to map…dreams to bring to reality or to immediately crush. It did not matter if he was simply lounging with a lovely red wine and a good book…his thoughts always persisted.

Now, with his dick thrusting weakly into Blitzo’s warm hand and his mind scattered by the sheer sensitivity of his ass, the only thoughts in his head were of that delightfully crimson cutie pie giving him the most divine of pleasures. 

Any discomfort was soon forgotten as Blitzo bobbed his head and let the wet heat of his mouth graze between Stolas’s legs before falling back further again. 

“Yeah…yeah make me wear your tongue as a fucking plug,” Stolas rambled loudly, both humiliated and turned on by his own words.

Blitzo, gracious as ever, obliged. 

Normally Stolas’s stamina would allow for more fun, but after an exhausting day and being called “pretty” by Blitzy, he was desperately welcoming the build of pressure at the bottom of his stomach. It did not help that Blitzo’s fingers were now focusing on the head of Stolas’s cock in jerks that spoke of well known weak spots.

“Blitzy…Blitzy, please…I’m so close…I’m so…!”

The speed with which Blitzo switched his tasks - set his mouth to Stolas’s cock and two fingers into Stolas’s ass - was astounding.

Stolas could barely appreciate it for the peak of his pleasure striking him all at once…tearing down the trappings of a prince and making him putty in his lover’s mouth. 

Oh how he longed to stroke Blitzo’s jaw as the imp swallowed his cum. 

The moans from Blitzo as he lapped at Stolas’s dick did nothing to quell this want.

“Touch you,” rasped Stolas, inhaling sharply. “Want to…touch you.”

Pulling the softening cock from his mouth, Blitzo frowned. “Too damn bad. Now stick out your tongue…”

Though he quickly and dearly missed the fingers that had been stroking the inside of him, Stolas giggled almost maniacally. “Fuck yes! Yes! Come to me, Blitzy!”

Sorrowfully, Stolas’s beak did not allow him the abandon he would so adore to have when providing fellatio. But there were always ways around this. One particular gag Stolas had found in a luxury sex shop in the Lust Ring usually helped to give enough range without putting Blitzo in harm’s way. 

Tonight…tonight he needed him so desperately that he would forego his pride to give Blitzo what he needed.

Presented with the gorgeously long red cock that he so loved, Stolas stuck out his tongue as far as he could…then past that.

“Christ, we’re eager,” Blitzo chuckled. “Say ‘ahhh,’ baby.”

Stolas could not say anything at all and instead made an awkward humming noise before feeling the weight of his beloved settle onto his tongue. He certainly must have been a sight…all-powerful dark lord of Hell second only to the Sins and their families themselves…reduced to craning his mouth wider than wide to worship the dick of an imp. 

The rhythm, thankfully, was soft but steady. Blitzo moved his hips slightly as Stolas’s tongue lathered up and down his dick, his balls, his…

“OHohohohoheeeee! That kind of tickled,” Blitzo giggled.

Heart pounding in his chest, Stolas stopped himself from embracing his darling imp to preen on him until his heart’s content. He’s so raw and real and rippling with sex…oh, Blitzy. 

Salt and sweat. It was the taste of fine wine…of ambrosia…of something so indulgent as to be gluttonous. 

Oh FUCK…I never called Bee back about the quarterly reports…ah…later. Busy now.

Blitzo’s hand came up to tug back the feathers at the back of Stolas’s head and Stolas writhed beneath him.

“That’s right,” said Blitzo encouragingly. “Suck daddy’s dick just how he likes it.”

Horror sent chills down Stolas’s spine when he let out a horrible slurping noise as his tongue rounded that red cock over and over. It was unattractive and gargling…embarrassing in its earnest enjoyment.

But then Blitzo was mumbling…was saying things that sounded strangely like “Fuck, that’s hot.” 

So Stolas continued. 

“FUCK me…fuck me,” Blitzo grunted, his hips snapping quicker to meet Stolas’s wild rhythm. 

It was the clutch of those long fingers against Stolas’s skull that let him know his effort was about to be rewarded. He thought of their last roll in these same sheets…how Blitzy had sat his cute little ass right onto Stolas’s face and use that blessedly long tail to jerk Stolas off at the same time.

A repeat would be marvelous…but perhaps later…now…now I just want it to be about you, Blitzy.

In the quiet seconds before Blitzo came, the two locked eyes. Trembling, Stolas dropped his gaze while willing his tongue to continue even as the burn at the base of his mouth cried out.

Little longer…little longer…don’t you dare take this away from him…you can do it…

Colorful strings of curses filled the air as Blitzo finally came. Stolas tried to shoot him a wanton look even as he lapped at the cum being shot down his throat.

But Blitzo glanced away, his breathing ragged. 

It might have hurt if those hips had not gone backwards to remove himself from Stolas’s grasp before the imp collapsed onto the Goetia’s body.

“Mmmmhmhmhm,” Blitzo moaned. “Daddy want sleepy now.”

Laughing a loving laugh, Stolas gave into temptation and preened - his beak shuffling and clacking against those large horns. “Get some sleep, Blitzy.”

Seemingly beyond tired, Blitzo rolled off of Stolas and onto the empty side of the bed.

His side of the bed, Stolas corrected himself quickly.

…if only.

Several moments of silence passed. Stolas gathered his breathing and slid his hands from the restraints with practiced ease. 

He was almost too afraid to turn his head to look at Blitzo. The imp was still there - his weight equivalent to little more than a small dip in the bed.

But if he looked…would Blitzo remain? Or would he disappear like a dream?

Like so many times before?

Stolas heard Blitzo snoring and his heart sunk and rose all at once.

“I’m so scared, Blitzy,” said Stolas softly, sweeping the line of secretive. “I have absolutely no idea what any of this means and…and all I know is that I saw you. During the prophecy. In the madness of a planet’s end…it was only for a moment…but I’d recognize you anywhere.” 

The chuckle that hung in his chest was hollow and forced.

“I…I want you to come with us…with Octavia and I.” Stolas smiled when a loud snore bubbled and popped from Blitzo’s mouth. “You can even bring Loona and your two little imps from the agency. I…I haven’t quite figured out where we’ll go…but for as long as I’m able, I’ll protect you.”

He turned then, confident in Blitzo’s sleep. The imp was turned with his back facing Stolas - bare and spiked and intoxicating.

But now…now was not the time for that.

Scooting carefully and quietly, Stolas laid a hand in the space between the two. When he clutched at the sheets, he might have been doing so to keep himself from touching Blitzo once more. For there always was the promise and panic of the next time.

The next time…

“I don’t know…I can’t…I think…”

Blitzo stirred in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible. Stolas eyed him, hopeful. But Blitzo did not wake.

Inch by tiny inch, Stolas shifted to Blitzo until he was flush against his back. Although Blitzo swatted at him at first, he soon settled. Stolas had been rigid yet still - trained in years of proper decorum and terrified of waking the imp.

If Blitzo woke up, he would leave.

If Blitzo left, Stolas may never see him again.

He can’t be your bird in some gilded cage, he thought woefully. Blitzy would hate that…but if he could…if he would just…

What Stolas wished Blitzo to do, exactly, he could not lay a finger on. 

Like him?

Love him?

Marry him?

Or, perhaps, he thought, relaxing into the bed and Blitzo and all the bliss of the night, I’d just like him to stay.

Blitzo never had, of course…stayed after one of their rendezvous. Had come close and had even fallen asleep before. But Stolas knew far too well it never made a difference. He shouldn’t get his hopes up. He shouldn’t…Hell, he shouldn’t be doing this to begin with.

Yet just when Stolas began to frown, he felt what at first seemed like vibrating from Blitzo. Slightly alarmed (and only slightly aroused), he glanced over Blitzo’s shoulder trying to make sense of the senseless situation when it struck him.

Purring.

Blitzo was purring in his arms.

Despite himself and his own horror-filled prophecy, Stolas grinned a wide grin and cuddled into one of Blitzo’s horns.

Maybe - just maybe - this could be enough.

Maybe - just maybe - this should be a new beginning.

Maybe - just maybe - this time he would stay.

…maybe.

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[nalyra-dreaming]

Do you think Louis will be more upset at Armand for using his mind gift to make Louis turn Madeleine? I read that part on here somewhere and considering Louis saying that was the last of his humanity leaving when he turned her, I figured he would be more upset lol I think Louis just told Armand not to do it again. 🤣 Or does Louis just not care because he’s in love. I’m really interested in that part .

Sooo, the part you're referring to is this one, right (a discussion between Armand and Louis, prior to the trial):

“ ‘But if it’s any consolation to you...surely you realize I had a hand in it.’ “ ‘That I did it to be free of Claudia, to be free to come to you... yes, I realize that. But the ultimate responsibility lies with me!’ I said. “ ‘No. I mean, directly. I made you do it! I was near you the night you did it. I exerted my strongest power to persuade you to do it. Didn’t you know this? “ ‘No!’ “I bowed my head. “ ‘I would have made this woman a vampire,’ he said softly. ‘But I thought it best you have a hand in it. Otherwise you would not give Claudia up. You must know you wanted it....’ “ ‘I loathe what I did!’ I said. “ ‘Then loathe me, not yourself.’ “ ‘No. You don’t understand. You nearly destroyed the thing you value in me when this happened! I resisted you with all my power when I didn’t even know it was your force which was working on me. Something nearly died in me! Passion nearly died in me! I was all but destroyed when Madeleine was created!’ “ ‘But that thing is no longer dead, that passion, that humanity, whatever you wish to name it. If it were not alive there wouldn’t be tears in your eyes now. There wouldn’t be rage in your voice,’ he said. “For the moment, I couldn’t answer. I only nodded. Then I struggled to speak again. ‘You must never force me to do something against my will! You must never exert such power...’ I stammered. “ ‘No,’ he said at once. ‘I must not. My power stops somewhere inside you, at some threshold. There I am powerless. However... this creation of Madeleine is done. You are free.’

I think this Louis will be more upset, yes.

However, I think the scene in the show will mirror the quoted discussion... in the break-up scene. Because Louis refuses to leave Claudia, despite Madeleine's turning. (We'll see, but I think that's this scene:)

I'm... just not sure whether it will include this admission of forcing Louis.

Because, Armand still does this in Dubai. He says: "I protect Louis from himself, always have." So maybe that admission will be something that will happen later. And the vow not to force him again never happened.

Though, tbh, it happens again in the book as well, he spell-binds Louis to leave the theater after the trial

And Armand’s eye said, Sleep.

and there is this comment from Louis later on that when Armand finally tells him that Lestat isn't dead after all that the veil that is between him and the world is suddenly thinner:

But when I heard this now from Armand it was as if the veil that protected me were thin and transparent, and though it still hung between me and the world of feeling, I perceived through it Lestat, and that I wanted to see him again. And with that spurring me on, we returned to New Orleans

So Armand obviously doesn't quite ... honor that promise as he should.

Personally I think that Armand likely kept Louis from bigger emotional outbursts. At the very least.

In the show the apology in episode 2 comes to mind, for the tear. Louis "resting" in-between. Armand coming and calming down Louis. Armand always watching.

So yes, when that falls away? When Louis will not buy into it all anymore?

I think he will be very upset. (What did Jacob say in the recent interview? Dubai would be explosive?)

Of course it will depend heavily on whether he suspected before and what the interview is actually for. Is it because he needs some kind of trump card to force Armand's hand? Or his own? Of course Daniel would be perfect for that, and of course using Daniel's relationship to Armand is a double-edged sword as well, given their history.

IF Armand did promise Louis not to force him again... then this Louis will definitely be beyond pissed when he can break free.

And, depending on what he will find when he does break free - that might be devastating for him. And then... things will likely unfold.

Given what is to come this will only be one aspect of the whole mess though and so... We'll see :). I do think the show has already hinted at all this, and I also think Jacob has done so in the last interview.

And wrt to him being in love... I do not doubt that Louis will fall for Armand, maybe even head-over-heels for a while. But that will shift, through all that happens. And a lot of things will weigh much heavier than that infatuation. The time after the trial is wrought with pain, and Louis trying to numb himself. And we have literally only had a glimpse... it will be very interesting to see what has to happen for this Louis to stay with the one who kills his daughter.

I think Jacob spilled the beans already a bit when he mentioned that Louis would choose that relationship "again" - that happens in the books as well, that Louis does go back to Armand at some point, and I do think that this is what we see in Dubai.

So no, I do not think Louis doesn't care because he's in love.

I think there's a lot more to it and I don' think they'll shy away from it^^.

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[seventeenlovesthree]

@izumikoushiroweek: Day 2 - What are your Koushirou headcanons?

I probably have way too many headcanons for him to count, so I thought I'd be talking about 12, relating to each of the other Chosen Children and his Digimon partner.

Tentomon: As implied in this art, Tentomon has to remind Koushirou to not only use his PC set-up for work at times, but to get in touch with the outside world as well, including calling his parents. They maintain having a very loving bond and Koushirou actually enjoys talking to his family, even if he has that tendency to get lost in Chosen Children duty, thus pulling way too many allnighters in his office. Tentomon helps practicing to "talk about feelings" and such and since he was always integrated in almost all of Koushirou's activities as emotional support or "personal assistant" (aside from occasionally getting back into the server realm or Digital World to "recharge"), their bond has never vanished. (Practicing also includes hugs. Tentomon loves them dearly. Koushirou does too.)

Taichi: I probably have a million different headcanons when it comes to their bond, but I think one of the things I am particularly fond of is the idea that Taichi easily picked up on Koushirou's quirks and habits over the years - and that's why he notices stuff others don't realize that quickly. He is very particular about what exact brands of oolong tea Koushirou likes, that he cannot stand coffee or doesn't take alcohol very well. They also have tons of insiders and catchphrases other people just give them weird looks over. They're basically on each other's speed dial, especially considering they're working together as adults. And, last but not least, I think Taichi would be the very first human friend who learns about Koushirou's adoption history, being incredibly supportive about it. (One time, Yuuko probably said something along the lines of "If I could, I would already have adopted Koushirou-kun into our family" and Taichi almost flipped because of the wording, but Koushirou told him it was fine, since he knew she meant it well. They both get along with each other's moms very well by the way.)

Yamato: After they returned from the Digital World for the first time, Yamato actually fulfilled his (PSP game only) promise and showed Koushirou how to cook a few easy recipes (besides how to boil the perfect egg). While Koushirou will probably never be a master cook and prefers stuff that is easy to make/get and eat - and while working -, food is actually something they occasionally bond over. They may not be as passionate about it as Mimi and Daisuke, but they'd absolutely surprise the others with their very own curry creations.

Sora: I've probably mentioned this a million times already, but in my mind, they're destined to become "fashion (and texting) buddies". Takeru - as well as Mimi or Miyako - may be a hundred times more comfortable in being experimental, but these two definitely have to figure themselves out first and foremost, breaking some gender stereotypes in the meantime and would 100% be there for each other (while moping and bonding over Taichi's and Yamato's antics). Let Sora help Koushirou to find his own personal wardrobe while he would support her in getting her designs going digitally - once the time is right.

Mimi: Since Mimi slowly but steadily becomes more acquainted with technology through the years, it shouldn't be surprising that they're becoming "calling buddies". Mimi always preferred calling over typing and since Koushirou is helping her to set up her online business, they also end up chatting for hours without end about literally everything - and they absolutely suck at ending their calls. Mimi keeps telling Koushirou to rest, but she's terrible at just saying "Bye then!". Time zone differences make this even more of an issue and it often happens that one of them just falls asleep while the other rambles.

Jyou: Gomamon and Tentomon forced them to become "coffee shop buddies". I'm not kidding. They were so fed up with them burying themselves in uni/regular work that they ended up making them have "Go outside for a change, let's grab something to eat!!!" meetings once a month (at minimum, since Gomamon was done with cooking and wanted to get treats too and Tentomon loved the idea; occasionally they pull Sora and/or Taichi with them too). Since Jyou never felt intimidated by Koushirou's intellect but knows his struggles with "keeping his mental health together", they have an easy time blowing off some steam.

Takeru: Koushirou and Takeru actually grew closer with each other during "transition years" between middle and high school. With Taichi, Yamato and Sora facing high school entrance exams and eventually leaving middle school, Koushirou was more likely to spend time after school with "the 02 squad" for a while (and the two of them and Hikari would definitely have study sessions together at this point in time). Takeru is also among those who's more skilled with computers, which is why he's easily third admin of the Chosen Children network (with Miyako being second), but also likes to ask Koushirou for advice - who happily rambles along (and they're also "meme buddies", sending each other random stuff in the middle of the night they came across and thought the other would find interesting). Takeru will also be among the first who gets to hear about his adoption history in more detail and he'll absolutely feel more attached to Koushirou because of it.

Hikari: Aside from me being convinced that he is archiving all the photos she's been taking in the Digital World for years (while also helping her to set up her own digital photobooks), one of my favourite headcanons is that Hikari's the main reason why Koushirou turned out to be "a cat person"; he has been around the Yagami residence way too many times in his life and probably thought he couldn't really "get along" with cats in general. But Miko, after having been reluctant at first, warmed up to him rather quickly after Hikari kept her around in the same room as them. So the cat would just end up resting next to him while he was typing away on his laptop. (Sometimes he watches Tentomon curling into a ball when falling asleep next to him and Koushirou cannot help but feel reminded of a cat as well and he finds it adorable.)

Daisuke: Despite Ken being the closest person to him overall, Daisuke has had a hard time talking to Koushirou for YEARS, still having a tendency of wanting to appear extra smart in front of him. It was a lot easier when Taichi, Ken or Mimi were around, he could talk normally then, but even worse when Takeru was there too, because he felt double-intimidated. Koushirou noted that behaviour, didn't get it though, so Taichi had to explain it to him in a sense of "Imagine being the new kid in football club that thinks he can't kick a ball if the ace striker is watching him", to which Koushirou just nodded. They absolutely met for a football match a few days later - and that's how Koushirou ended up in goal, Daisuke, who scored numerous goals against him, started to act a lot less tense afterwards.

Ken: Imagining a scenario in which Menoa gets redeemed (and maybe after they find a way to get their partners back), I could see Koushirou and Ken being very keen to make her realize that she should also rather invest her intellect in improving the infrastructure between the worlds instead of harbouring feelings of vengeance and bitterness... They're all smart muffins with bug babies after all. (And Koushirou would definitely be interested in figuring out why both Ken and Menoa were so prone to "getting corrupted" while he himself was mostly spared... They're not exactly prone to trauma dumping, Ken in particular struggles with it a lot, but that's another case of "once he knows Koushirou's back story, it gets easier to open up.")

Miyako: Miyako pretends that she's bothered by Chosen Children Network duty a lot, and it maaaay be a bit bothersome at times, but the truth is that she felt intimidated by all the effort Koushirou put into it. Aside from Iori, she always looked up to him as senpai the most and didn't want to appear incapable in comparison. If Koushirou didn't know he could entrust it to her, he would have given it to Takeru first, but despite her spunky, sometimes unpredictable nature, he trusted in her judgement and communicative skills from the start without a doubt.

Iori: By the start of his uni life, Iori really values the privacy of Koushirou's office to use it as study space - especially because he's getting resources there for law school he wouldn't easily get access to without spending horrendous amounts of money. And because they just enjoy each other's company, being a lot more grounded than the rest of their friends. Just like in middle school, they end up having study sessions, often joined by Takeru, but also occasionally by Ken, going through several of their study subjects - sometimes they even go for outside activities (because Koushirou is most likely not used to those anymore and needs to keep up on physical training too - when they get the opportunity, they take Jyou with them too).

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[thyandrawrites]

Being fully honest Dabi coming to Endv after being ignored yet again doesn't change the fact that he has been ignored yet again. Even now endv has his eyes on afo and I can't see it changing

Nah, I get that. I feel the same. To be honest I see this as another set up for failure. So far the heroes have consistently been making the wrong choices and letting things escalate instead of trying better ways of facing their opponents.

I didn't wanna say it in case I jinxed it with my prediction, but if we are to take Hawks and Mic's reactions as the standard for how the old gen will continue to act moving forward, then I'm expecting Enji to be much the same. He's gonna fight Touya like a villain who's too far gone. Possibly he'll even echo his colleagues and try to protect Touya's idealized memory by killing the man his son has become.

I might be wrong about this of course... But looking back at Enji's internal narration during the Central Hospital chapters and his thoughts as he fought AFO... He's still nowhere near recognizing that Dabi and Touya are the same person.

Remember this line?

Well, here's some translation trivia. In japanese he's only calling him a mass murderer (大量殺人者). The only reason why we know that he's even talking about Touya and not any other PLF villain is because the furigana (the little reading on the right of the aforementioned kanji string above) tells us he's referring to his son (むすこ). Stuff like this is hard to translate because English doesn't have an organic way to do the same kind of word play, so the only way to get across both definitions is to include them both in the line itself, like the character is uttering them at once. The famous "a dance with your son, here in hell" was another example of Hori using furigana that doesn't match with the kanji they're paired with, to get across a double meaning. But for the sake of understanding Enji's mentality, I'd like to stress that he sees Dabi first and foremost as a "mass murderer". Only incidentally, like an afterthought, as his son. You'll also notice how in that same scene he's thinking about "fighting him". Not reuniting, not seeing how he's doing. Fighting. Like he would any other villain, because to him this is still a matter to be tackled as a hero and not a father.

Point is, Enji still doesn't fully recognize Touya in Dabi.

This is how he pictures him in his mind's eye. This is not by far a flattering image. For all that Enji says that he recognizes the wrongs he did to Touya, the image he conjures when he thinks of him is not that of a man falling apart from the weight of unaddressed trauma and desperation. He sees a monster, grinning maniacally, reveling in Enji's anguish with sadistic glee. This is not the son he abused, over and over, until he had an emotional breakdown and lost himself. This is Enji picturing an enemy, someone not to feel any sympathy for. Someone whose most prominent feature is his creepy grinning mouth, open wide as if ready to devour everything Enji's been working for all these years.

Even in his thoughts, he keeps referring to Dabi as an abstract evil rather than a person:

He's the physical manifestation of Enji's "mistakes", not his son. Not the boy he said he missed so dearly he hoped he could get a second chance with.

Touya is Othered as an abstract being, the sum of every flaw Enji possesses but never wanted to acknowledge.

Now compare that to how he saw Touya as an idealized martyr:

Here Touya is remembered as a good kid, not through the distorted lenses above, because up until this moment he's still a "good victim". Someone who died before he could become an obstacle, and as such still someone who Enji treats with humanity. He brings offer to his altar and manifests "regret" over his premature death, because this Touya is easy to mourn. After all, with Touya gone, who's gonna complain about Enji using his memory as a justification for the continued abuse of Shouto and the rest of the family?

Certainly not Touya. The dead are the perfect people to idealize because they can no longer fight for their rights as a living person would. And Enji clearly knows this. He obviously ignores how training Shouto and punching him so hard he pukes goes directly against everything Touya ever wanted because Touya's wishes are simply no longer part of the equation. Touya is no longer a person but just a a cause that Enji needs to honor (arbitrarily, and with even more abuse than before).

But when Touya comes back, and suddenly he's a person with agency once again and not just an idealized memory anymore...

Suddenly, he becomes "a mass murderer".

So... No, I'm not really expecting Enji to turn around and act like a good dad just because Dabi showed up. As you said, Dabi chasing him down doesn't make Enji any less neglectful or any less at fault, and if Horikoshi knows what he's doing, he's probably about to make him do something extremely uncalled for and totally catered to himself, as Enji's actions so far have only been shielding his own ego from any genuine remorse

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[marlowethebard]

Work in Progress Wednesday

Thanks so much for including me, @bardic-inspo!

I don't know who to tag on this, so you're all safe. For now. (mwahahaha!)

I hope you enjoy this little bit o' Bloodweave with some big feelings that I'm working on. For context, this will take place a year after the fall of the Netherbrain. Tav and Gale were together and she sacrificed herself to save the world. Gale's not taking it well. It's slow going because it makes my overly sensitive ass cry a lot when trying to write it.

I suppose I should add some warnings - MC death (off camera), depression, hurt / comfort, eventual wizard / vampire fucking.

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“Tav hated that game,” Gale said, still chuckling.

“I quite liked it.” Astarion was smiling up at Gale. “Still do,” he said, wistfully.

“It was fun,” Gale agreed. “For all of the dirt and shit and violence and pain we went through, we did have fun.”

Astarion nodded, still resting his head on Gale’s shoulder. He couldn’t quite get drunk on wine. One of the so-called perks of being a vampire – he could drink as much as he liked and still be sober-ish. But it did have the odd effect of making him feel warm and slightly giggly and a little sentimental if he had enough of it.

Gale, human Gale on the other hand, could get drunk, which was what he was working on. He took the bottle from Astarion and, throwing his head back, took what could only properly be described as a guzzle of wine. Astarion, who was rarely shocked by much, watched Gale’s Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed a third of the bottle before coming up for air. He spluttered a fine red wine mist, keeping most of it off of Astarion.

“Careful, wizard,” Astarion warned. “These are new boots. I don’t want you vomiting all over them.”

Gale laughed. “You’d be very proud of how little I’ve had to drink in the last year,” he said, taking a much more restrained sip from the bottle. “It just never made me feel better. I never got so drunk I’d forget about Tav, and I’d always just wake up hung over the next day, so I didn’t see a point to trying to drink my sorrows away.” His cheeks had taken on a, well, maybe not a rosy glow. A “blotchy pinkness” was a better description.

“Uh-huh,” Astarion uttered, eyeing his friend cautiously.

“But!” Gale exclaimed, “tonight, is a party. A celebration of my dearest love.” He swayed slightly on his stoop, gazing up at Tav’s marble statue from beneath his eyebrows. “And by the gods, I intend to celebrate her.” Gale saluted the statue with the bottle. “Cheers, darling,” he slurred. “And fuck you very much for leaving us like this.” He upended the bottle into his mouth once more, taking another deep slash of wine before letting out a satisfied “ahhh.”

“Maybe,” Astarion said slowly, “you’ve had enough of that for little while.” He reached for the bottle, but Gale pulled it back out of his reach.

“No, no, Astarion,” he chided. “This is your fault. You brought this bottle out to me, and I fully intend to make very good friends with it. I hope you’ve fed because I’m counting on you to carry me to bed later.”

Astarion quirked an eyebrow up at Gale. “Well, darling, if that’s what you really want, I suppose I could be persuaded.”

#wip wednesday #Astarion x Gale #bloodweave #fanficmy #my writing #astarion smut #gale smut #bg3

[seongwin]

[1:50 am to 3:30am]

yet to be edited written on spot

paring: pirate!yunho x mermaid!reader

(reader does have legs so?? also background poly!ateez so yeah but it's literally not mentioned..)

sleep had never come easy to you and tonight was no different. the sway of the ship should have lulled anyone to sleep. especially considering the exhaustion you felt after working in the sun all day. being a pirate was no joke, even if your crew enjoyed messing about most of the time. still, you began to feel antsy while lying there. so with a sigh, you haul yourself over the side of your bed. your feet recoil when they hit the floorboards. the cool and slightly damp wood sending a shock up your spine. forcing you to be fully awake. standing you grab your shawl that was resting on your nightstand next to you and wrap it around your shoulders. not bothering with shoes, you continue towards your door. it opens with a slight creak as you begin waking quietly through the hall.

you made your way up the few stairs leading to the main deck. the night breeze blows through your hair as you walk across to the side of the ship. the moon is standing full in the sky, surrounded by billions of tiny stars. you run your hand along the railing tracing the carvings on them. you feel content as you close your eyes and breath in the salty air. you open them again to look back out towards the sea. the glittering waves pull you in as you lean further onto the rails. you could probably fall over if you weren't careful.

a hand on your shoulder jolts you back to reality. turning, you see yunho standing there. sleep was still in his eyes and his is hair sticking up in every which way. "hey what are you doing up?", his voice was slightly scratchy but you could still hear a hint of concern. "I'm fine, I just couldn't sleep.", you hoped you'd be convincing enough for him to go back to his cabin but he only seemed to be more worried. his eyebrows furrowed as he turned you to face him. eyes searching yours as you stood silently waiting for him to say something. but instead he gently tugged your shawl closer to you and gave you a tentative smile.

yunho had always been kind to you. even when you first got there. you remembered it like it was yesterday, it was a few years ago after you had been caught by another crew and were being used to find some 'chromer'. you were angry and scared, lashing out at anyone and anything. he got the brunt of your anger after he and his crew saved you from that ship. they too were after said 'chromer' but told you that you could be free if you wanted but, you were also plenty welcome to join. at first, you didn't even consider staying with them. 8 strangers 8 pirates? you've had one too many bad experiences with the like. and you were itching to swim far-away from any sort of humans. but you were bound to stay due to the injuries you had sustained on your legs, which obviously you needed if you wanted to go anywhere.

be it by fate, destiny, or any other form of divine intervention you grew attached to the crew. sure it was bumpy at first, but after some time you fell into place with the lot of them. sometimes it felt like you were always meant to be there. at least according to wooyoung, you'd never admit it yourself even if you did feel that way too. said boy and you grew close rather quickly, his bright personality meshed well with your own and the rest was history. but yunho was different. you weren't sure why he had always seemed a bit hesitant to really befriend you. You'd seen him laugh and play with the others just fine, and even seen him buddy up quick to fellow tavern goers while you were at a rest stop. whatever it was, you tired not to let it bother you. despite the dull ache of your heart. even so, he was always checking up on you, making sure you felt included, helping you if you needed while training ect. but that really was the extent of it. he never joined in while you and the others would hang out. he always sat two or three seats away from you during dinner, even if it was just the two of you. you often wondered if maybe he just didn't care for you beyond that. beyond his naturally attentive and friendly nature. but something about the way your eyes would catch always told you other wise. and during times like tonight when you were alone, he'd take your hand and smile. nothing outrageous. but it still made your heart skip a beat and hope that maybe he did care for you more than he let on.

I just deleted the whole ending.🤣🤣🤣🙂😐🥹🥲 it's fine tho I didn't like it anyways but I would have liked to reread it at least... anyways I'm leaving it like this for now. I'll finish it proper later

I couldn't choose who to base this with so ofc I chose yunho...my brain cannot be controlled..

I really wish I could just transfer my brain into a movie into a script for you but this is the best we're gonna get.

#ateez imagines #ateez #yunho #ateez fic #fic ideas #drabbles #ateez fluff #pirates #pirate ateez #jung wooyoung #wooyoung #poly ateez x reader #ateez x reader #ateez x you #jeong yunho #i'm embarrassed #sigh

[kitkatpadywaks]

The Gods

Part 3 of La Mechancete De La Vie.

Warnings: She's On A Mission. Torture. The Gods Are Scared. Profanity.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: No Morpheus in this chapter, I wanted to try and include him, but he didn't fit into the chapter, which I don't think is a bad thing, as it will make their reunion mean much more.

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Life sits upon the throne, pulsing with her power. The power that she embued it with billions of years ago, to allow its owner's creations to keep existing. 

She keeps her back straight as she waits, one leg resting over the other, staring at the door and following the string as it gets progressively closer.

The door swings open and closes behind the man whose arrival she had been waiting on. He gasps quietly at the sight of her sitting on his throne- her face is emotionless, making fear spread onto his own.

"You're free." He gulps, his ever-changing face going blank to hide his fear, as he didn't want her to know he was scared of her.

Too late for that. Life nods, resisting the urge to smirk, "I am."

He stares at her as she watches him, her head tilting to the side, waiting to see what he'll do. His fear gets the best of him, and he throws his power at her suddenly, attempting to catch her off guard.

She merely lifts her hand, converting the force he threw at her- and turning it into a cool breeze that washes over her skin. "That's no way to treat your guest."

He starts to stutter, backing up to the door.

She grips his string and makes him kneel. "Now, we have a few things we need to discuss."

"W-What would y-you like to talk about?"

Life lets the smirk spread across her face, "My imprisonment, of course."

"I-I don't know anything about that,"

His voice is firm and would have been convincing if she couldn't see the truth in his string. "We both know that's not true. I want to know who played a role in it."

"Well, there's... uh, Death..."

"I know about Death, Destiny, and The Kindly Ones. I want to know who helped them." She concentrates, tugging on a specific part of his string.

He groans, his body convulsing in response, "The Gods! The Gods! They helped!"

She tugs harder, "Which ones?"

He screams, "YOURS! YOUR GODS! PLEASE!"

"The Gods of Life?" Life hums, stopping her torture, "Why not The Gods of Death?"

"They didn't know how to help. They don't know how your powers work."

They have no idea how my powers work. They only knew what Life was capable of doing. They were lucky that her prison was able to hold her. "So they went to my knockoffs. And who lead them to that conclusion?" She glares at him.

He whimpers, "I'm sorry. I didn't know what they were going to do."

"I doubt that." She stands, seeing how long ago they came to him and how long he spent waiting for them to use the prison they built for her. Life stops before him, looking down at him as he whimpers. "If I find out you had anything more to do with my capture, I'll be back. And it won't end well for you. Do you understand, God?" She says his 'name' mockingly.

He nods frantically, falling to the ground in relief as she lets him go and doesn't rise until she's faded into nothingness.

Life walks along a beach, breathing in the salty air as she looks at the strings connecting every living thing around her. She ponders on what she learned, what she suspected for a while. The Gods of Life betrayed her. The closest things to her very own creations had betrayed her. Somehow she wasn't surprised. They had never liked being the lesser versions of her. Not that she ever said that to them. But there were plenty of beings that had done so.

She watches the sunset on the Greecian beach, the sky flashing red with lightning, finding the string of her Greek counterpart, Planes, the Titan, the closest being to come close to her level of power.

Life leaves the beach, walking into the nearby city of Athens, where the Titan seems to reside. She walks through the streets, watching the humans rush home from whatever they do these days, some panicking as they watch the sky. Loud chattering finds her ears as Life turns a corner, Planes's string coming from the building the noise emanates from- Life sighs, walking past a group of mortals to enter the building. They holler at her as she passes, so she uses their strings to make them lose interest, not wanting to deal with horny mortals.

Life can't tell what's louder, the music or the people. She looks around at the patrons drinking and eating, seeing many peeking at a muscled man at the bar, as they called it, with desire. Life examines his figure, not sure if the humans were attracted to him or the power he emanates. The power- she decides, as she couldn't understand what about him was physically attractive- The Titan was rather bland, in her honest opinion. But then again, perhaps she was biased by a dark-haired, blue-eyed Endless- who had ignited a desire in her; she didn't know existed. 

She walks through the crowd as it parts for her, ignoring them as some try to get her attention. Life wishes she could disappear, but her ability to make herself invisible became compromised by the block she has up to keep everyone from knowing she's free. 

Life sits on the chair- next to Planes, the Titan tense at her presence. Having sensed her the moment she entered the city, just like she wanted.

"Hello, Life."

"Planes." She waves off the bartender, the mortal lingering until she glares at him. Her manipulation of his and others' strings makes him scurry away, the other humans doing the same until the bar is empty. "It's been a while."

"I was hoping it would be longer."

She chuckles, keeping her voice light, "I'm sure... many are going to feel like that."

The Titan gulps the rest of his drink, standing and about to leave- when she forces him back into his seat using his string.

"You're not leaving until I get my answers." Her voice darkens. He grows tenser in response but doesn't show his fear. Not that it mattered; she could see it either way.

"What do you want?" He grits out, his fists clenching on the bar, angry that he can't do anything to stop her.

"What do you think? I want to know who betrayed me. And before you say anything, I know about Death, Destiny and The Kindly Ones."

"I had nothing to do with it."

"I can see that." Life smiles wryly, "But you benefited the most." 

"I did. But why come to me? I thought you could see everything."

"I've been locked away for five centuries. This world is a lot busier than I'm used to."

The Titan smirks at her, "You can't see."

She ignores Planes' smug features, not caring that he finds her struggles amusing. "Hence why I came to you. You took on my power and my abilities. You know who was involved, even without having anything to do with my imprisonment."

"What do I get if I tell you?"

"You get to live." She smirks as his face drops, thunder rumbling outside- the Titan had underestimated her anger.

"Janus. He convinced a few of the other Gods to betray you. And there were rumours Ra was involved."

"What ones?" Life tugs on his string, Planes breaking out into a sweat.

"I don't know. I didn't care to."

She hums, "Yes, why would you? So long as you get your power."

His jaw clenches as she rises from the stool, waiting for her to let him go.

"Do you know where Janus is? Or Ra?" She looks back at him, sighing when she sees him shake his head. Life eyes his tense figure, seeing his intentions. "You'll lose."

The Titan glares at her, Planes hating her stoic voice and the certainty in what she says. "Maybe."

Life chuckles, spreading her arms out, "There's no maybe. But go right ahead, and test your theory."

He lunges at her when he feels her grip on him leave. He swings his fist, aiming for her face, and grunts when she grabs it, stopping him in his place. He gulps as her eyes glow white. Life's fist collides with his chest, her power throwing him back until he goes through the wall. The Titan groans in pain, staying on the floor as she walks through the hole he made with his body, convulsing against the cobblestone as her lingering power attacks him, in sync with the lightning flashing and turning the sky red.

"Like I said: there's no maybe." Life steps over him and walks out into the night, tapping into the strings to find Janus's, deciding it would be easier to find him first, but hoping he's in Greece- so she doesn't have to go far.

She walks absentmindedly along the path, flinching slightly when the metal contraptions the humans call cars drive by. Life searches through the millions of strings entwined throughout the city, lingering on the Gods she finds and moving on when she doesn't see or hear anything about Janus. She stops when she senses someone following her. "Hello, Hera."

"Life." The Goddess walks until she's in front of Life, "It's been a while."

Life chuckles, "Let me guess: you were hoping it was longer."

"Nonsense. I'm happy you're back." Hera grins at her, her intentions clear to Life. "I thought it horrible what they did to you."

"Did you, now?"

"Of course. To be betrayed by someone you care about- it's just horrible." Hera puts a hand against her chest. Life raises an eyebrow at the acting and crosses her arms.

"You would know about that, wouldn't you? I'm guessing that's why you're here?" Life tilts her head, holding off on grabbing the Godess's string, wanting to see what she does.

Hera's smile drops slightly at the jab of her cheating husband, "Yes. You want revenge, and so do I. We can help each other."

"I doubt you can help me." Life sets the bait.

"Of course, I can. I know where Janus is."

Life smirks and grips her string, Hera flinches, realising her mistake as the lightning booms louder. She searches through Hera's memories and finds the discussion The Greek Gods had about him fleeing Greece, wondering what triggered it. "Liar, liar."

"I'm not lying. Look to yesterday." Hera whispers, fearing for her safety for the first time in a very long time.

Life looks at her memories of yesterday, the day she escaped, and watches Hera wander through the sunny streets of Argos in Argolis, Peloponnese, one of The Goddess's favourite cities. And hears water nymphs whisper of Janus and his mysterious arrival in Egypt. 

Life hums, "Guess I can kill two birds with one stone. Or Gods"

Hera looks at her with alarm, "You're going to kill them?"

"I haven't decided yet." Life shrugs, keeping her face blank to stop Hera from seeing her amusement, as she knows she wants to kill them. She wanted Hera to spread the word and let Death's conspirators have hope that she'll spare them. Allow Life to get close, so they can convince her to let them live.

She lets Hera go, The Goddess fleeing the moment she feels it. Life chuckles and then sighs, fading away to Eygpt, wanting more than anything for this quest of her's to be over so she can find and go to Dream.

Life sits on the embankment of the Nile, waiting and watching the sky turn red with lightning, the storm following her, reflecting her mood. Growing impatient as she remains on the sand, biding her time until Ra stops watching her and finally talks to her. She looks over to where she knows he is, glaring until she sees movement, and the Egyptian God appears. 

They both stay silent as he sits next to her on the sand. Life looks at his string, seeing no involvement with her prison.

"I do not know where he is."

"But he came to you?"

"Yes."

"Do you know who he would turn to next?"

Ra shakes his head, "There are not many that would help him, knowing your wrath follows."

Life nods, standing, "It was good seeing you, Ra."

"And you, Life. Try not to destroy the world." He stands up, nods at the lightning storm, and walks into the night, not looking back at the vengeful woman.

Life sighs, taking the longer route of looking through the strings, jumping from one to another until she eventually comes across a mortal that bumped into Janus's human form, The God being particularly rude to the human, despite it not being their fault. She follows the string of each human that sees him, getting further out of the city until they stop in Italy. 

The small town of Cortina d'Ampezza is quiet as she walks through the snowy streets, unable to feel the cold, thankfully. Life finds the string she's looking for, Janus taking to hiding from her in the mountains. She transports herself in front of the house he's holed up in. The mansion emanates a warm glow from the many lights, which flicker in the storm, and the warmth from the fireplace caresses her skin as Life opens the door with her powers. She follows the chattering of the TV into the living room, Janus's booming laugh making her grind her teeth.

"Hello, Janus."

The Roman God scrambles to his feet, knocking the TV over as he turns to face her. "L-Life. H-Hey, how have you been?"

"I think you know the answer to that." She steps closer, making him trip over his feet as he tries to back away. "Why'd you do it, Janus? Why did you betray me? Huh? What did you gain?"

"Nothing, Nothing!" He extends his arms in front of him, his palms facing her in surrender.

Life glares at him, lightning striking in front of the house, "You betrayed me for nothing!?"

"No!" He falls to his knees, "No, I betrayed you and got nothing. Please. I'm sorry. It was a mistake, please."

"You're only sorry you got caught." She smirks as he begins to cry, "I have some questions for you."

Janus slowly looks up at Life, hope filling his tearful eyes, "Y-Yes?"

Life looks down at the pathetic God, the smirk on her face growing when an idea pops into her head. "How did the prison work? How did you make sure it was me that was trapped?"

"I don't know. Destiny and The Kindly Ones handled that. I just gathered the power needed to trap you."

Crap, I was hoping to avoid them. Destiny's fine, but The Kindly Ones are tricky and more hassle than they are worth.

"From who? Who else betrayed me?"

"Izanagi, Osiris, Freyr, Wakan Tanka, and Daga. But I lied to them- I didn't tell them why I needed the power."

Life chuckles and sits on one of the chairs in the corner of the living room, the storm lessening slightly. "Two-Faced God indeed."

"I'm sorry." He whispers.

She hums, "Yeah, you said that."

"Are you going to kill me?"

"No." Life chuckles when he deflates in relief.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me. I'm not letting you off the hook. You will suffer for what you did. Just not right now."

"What will you do?" Janus whimpers.

"As the humans say: Give you a taste of your own medicine." She smirks at him, enjoying the horror as it crosses his face when he realises what she means. "I'll see you around, Janus. Don't try to hide- we both know I'll find you."

Life doesn't stick around for his reply, rising from the chair and walking out the door, disappearing in a flash of lightning. 

Her next stop- talking to an Endless.

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Thanks for reading!

#morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus x fem!reader #dream #dream x reader #dream of the endless #the sandman #the sandman netflix #morpheus sandman #sandman #sandman netflix #the sandman x fem!reader #the sandman x reader #sandman x reader #sandman x fem!reader #dream x fem!reader #lord morpheus #fanfic

[princesssarisa]

Some more talk about "The Little Mermaid" (Disney version – the original, not the remake)

I think some fans of Disney's The Little Mermaid go too far in their attempts to defend Ariel from critics who complain that "she gives up everything for a man she doesn't know." Namely, I think they belittle Ariel's feelings for Eric too much in trying to make the point that she doesn't give up everything just for him.

"She just has a crush on him," they say. "It doesn't become real love until they bond on land. She doesn't become human for Eric, she does it mainly because she's always loved the human world, and to get away from her father after he destroys her collection."

I'm sorry, but I just don't buy the idea that it's "just a crush."

Yes, she falls for him just from watching him for a few minutes, but this is a fairy tale! If we can suspend disbelief to pretend that mermaids exist, we can suspend disbelief to pretend that Love at First Sight is real.

If it were just a crush and not really a big motivation for her, then why does the movie give so much dramatic weight to the tender "Part of Your World" reprise she sings to him, and especially to the iconic vow to someday be part of his world that she sings on the rock?

Why do all the other characters describe her as "in love," including Ursula when she's alone and talking to herself?

Why would she be shown obsessively daydreaming about Eric, and planning a way to introduce herself to him, if we were meant to think "She would have eventually gotten over him and stayed under the sea if Triton hadn't destroyed her grotto"?

Of course it's important that Ariel doesn't in any way, shape, or form become human only for Eric. Of course she's always been fascinated by the human world and dreamed of being part of it, and she sings "Part of That World" (which is really what the song's official title should be – it only becomes "Part of Your World" in the reprise) before she even knows that Eric exists.

Of course it's also true that she wouldn't have made the deal with Ursula if Triton hadn't destroyed her grotto. Ursula and her eels hone in on her in a vulnerable moment, when she's been deeply hurt by her father and feels as if he'll never understand her or let her be free to live her own life, and they use it to manipulate her.

But can't we agree on all of that, yet still see her love for Eric as real?

I'll admit, maybe I'm only making this argument because I want love for Eric to be an important motive in Ariel's choice to become human, just like the people who say "She just has a crush on him" don't want it to matter as much. The reason being that even if one of my parents were to do something as hurtful to me as Triton destroying Ariel's collection, I still can't picture myself abandoning them, and the whole rest of my family, and my friends, forever. If Ariel's rash decision weren't motivated by true and passionate love for Eric, in addition to her lifelong passion for the human world and her problems with her father, I'm not sure I could forgive her so easily for abandoning everyone who loves her.

(And please don't accuse me of shaming people who cut ties with their abusive parents. Triton isn't an abuser, just an overly strict, misguided parent who does one cruel deed that he instantly regrets.)

But I do think the movie supports my perspective.

"She gives up everything for much more than just Eric" and "Her love for Eric is true and important" aren't mutually exclusive statements.

#disney #the little mermaid #ariel #character analysis

[lunas-otome-blog]

Luna's Review: Café Enchanté

Official Summary:

When Kotone inherits her grandfather’s Tokyo café, she discovers the shop holds more secrets than anyone could imagine.

The café is a meeting spot for beings from multiple, mystical worlds. You’ll meet the king of demons, a humanoid beast, a fallen angel, and more.

And when government agents monitoring non-human activities show up at your door, your new café is about to become a lot more colorful.

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(Spoiler Free) Luna's Thoughts:

(Just as a reminder, I'm writing this for myself to keep track of my thoughts and leave a record of the games I've played. Others are welcome to read and feel free to provide your own thoughts, but please, no hate! They're just my opinions, nothing more.)

I was excited for this game. The premise sounded amazing: a cute cafe full of magical beings from other worlds? Sign me up! I love the colorful cast of characters, and the art is undoubtedly gorgeous.

But, while I enjoyed elements of this game, the setting falls apart almost immediately, and has very little to do with any of the routes, with the exception of the true end. The whole game is actually incredibly dark, complete with bloodshed and death in every route, which is normally not a bad thing, but it feels a bit misleading here.

You're told almost at once that the cafe is somehow sustained on payments from only a handful of romanceable characters, none of which use human currency or seem to have jobs that would involve payment, with the exception of the one human bachelor Rindo. This is nitpicky, I know, but I found it frustrating because it would have been so easy to write a way around this.

Let me be clear that I don't necessarily mind a game with a ridiculous premise. I love Mystic Messenger, and the entire game hinges on the fact that you have moved into a stranger's apartment and have somehow remotely taken on party planning for a charity group of people you haven't met. But the thing about Mystic Messenger is that the ridiculousness is upfront, right at the beginning, and once you get past it and accept the game for what it is, you can enjoy it.

This is not so with Cafe Enchante. There are many times in this game where just a little more thought could have made things make more sense. To me, the whole game was plagued with sloppy writing and baffling plot details that could have easily been avoided or explained in a different way — not to mention the litany of literal editing errors. It's also not translated very well in places — or maybe it is, and just written poorly in its original Japanese. Either way, it reads awkwardly a lot of the time

Overall, I was not impressed with this game. It just goes to show that pretty artwork and a fun initial premise do not necessarily make a good product.

Below are my thoughts on each route in the order I played them.

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(SPOILERS BEGIN HERE)

Ignis Carbunculus Route

This is the route I got first, without trying. I actually did not want to get Ignis first, because I figured he was the tsundere character in this game, and I like to do those a bit later. He's actually not particularly tsundere at all, just hypermasculine and therefore not great at expressing emotions other than rage.

This is one of the darkest and, in my opinion, one of the laziest-written routes in the game. You're expected to believe that Ignis went on a rage, literally killed and ate many of his own people, including his family, forgot about it and then just continues on with his life, only to be conveniently reminded of his dark past at the right moment to advance the game. And the rest of his clan has been tolerating him because they're afraid of him, and for whatever reason, Ignis has never noticed everyone hates or fears him??

Ignis is also the only member of his species who can eat. The rest don't need to because they're born with all the calories they need for the rest of their lives apparently, meaning the beasts of the literal beast world don't kill each other for food, just sport. And oh, yeah, that's somehow also Ignis' fault.

I felt like this route could have been simplified in a way that made more sense. Instead, the writers had a vision and manipulated many small details to make the rest of the game work within that vision, resulting in a lot of strange decisions.

I'm aware this game isn't meant to be realistic, but Ignis' whole plotline seemed very contrived. It's like they had something written already but realized certain elements weren't congruent with other aspects of the game, so they just...manipulated elements of Ignis' route until it kind of fit.

Overall, I think Ignis' route was my least favorite. It felt the most rushed, the least polished, and assumed a lot of things conveniently went unnoticed for years in Ignis' life. There was just too much coincidence in this route for me.

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Il Fado de Rie Route

This was the second route I played, and overall my favorite route. It felt the most cohesive out of all the characters, and it was the longest aside from the true end.

That doesn't mean I don't have my gripes with it. My biggest one is that Il, who has apparently based his entire personality, including his name, on an otome game character, makes the baffling decision to tell Kotone about the game and literally recommend she try that character's route first, only to immediately regret it when he realizes she's going to notice something is off.

Like, I could understand it if the personalities were just similar, but he took the name, too. I cannot believe he would be so stupid as to forget the game that he stole his persona and name from and then just freely give away that information. What pisses me off so much is that Kotone could have so easily encountered this information on her own. Have her buy the game independently to surprise Il, and then discover the overlap herself. Why on earth would he just give her that information? It's lazy writing.

I did really enjoy how angels are basically human androids and god is a supercomputer. That was rad as hell and is a brilliant explanation for why angel magic is math based. I'd say this route has the best worldbuilding, including the gorgeous pretty-boy side characters.

I don't feel completely satisfied with how Il's route was resolved, as there's still some question to how much of his personality is his own, but ultimately it was the most solid route in the game. I didn't think I would like Il as I don't particularly enjoy his character archetype, but in the end I was pretty attached to him. His characterization in the true end route was adorable as well, and I adore his friendship with Misyr.

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Kaoru Rindo Route

Rindo was my second favorite route in the game. I think it's super funny that Kotone keeps talking about their age gap even though he's the second youngest character in the game at 42 years old.

His route is also (to my knowledge) the only route that lets you just straight up kill the person you're trying to romance, although it does dead end the game if you make the choice not to save him when you can.

The worst part of this route for me what the treatment of Rindo's sister, Shizuku. She doesn't get a proper sprite in her human form, so you have no idea what she looked like, and it makes it kind of hard to feel anything for her. I did like the utter horror of watching Mikado feed her with his blood with no explanation.

This is one of the darkest routes and the only one where a side character with a sprite actually dies. And when he does, you feel bad for him because he was just trying to protect the woman he loves.

It did feel a little predictable to have Rindo become non-human after oodles of conversations about whether or not humans and non-humans can have relationships. Honestly the game writers are cowards for not making Rindo look more extreme as a non-human. Make him a freak!!

I do appreciate that he remains non-human at the end, though. I feel like forcing him to become human again would have eliminated any of the growth he made during the route.

Personality-wise, Rindo is one of the cuter characters IMO. He's flirty but as soon as things get serious he backs off. Super adorable!

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Canus Espada Route

This route was...ok. Just ok.

Honestly, I was bored through most of it. I can't really say why. It just didn't appeal to me that much.

Right at the beginning it annoyed me by assigning a gender to Vennia. Like, he could have just been left nonbinary. It's canon in this game that fairies don't have genders anyway, so it would have been fine to continue using they/them pronouns. I guess otome games haven't gone that way yet but it would have been nice.

I did like Vennia's relationship with Titania, and in the end, when he betrays Kotone, it felt natural. You can't hate him because you know he just wants to protect his sister.

I thought maybe his headlessness would be plot relevant but on the contrary, we get literally no explanation for why he's headless and nobody else is. I get that they wanted to make him an interesting character, but we know his ancestor was not headless, so why is he? Aren't there other dullahans in Medio?

I do think it's hilarious that we don't ever get to see his face. The implication is that he does in fact have one, so I had predicted it would be revealed as part of his route, but they stuck to their guns and kept him headless throughout the entire route.

Idk why I wasn't impressed with this route. Worldbuilding-wise it was one of the more solid storylines. It just wasn't particularly shocking or interesting to me, so I didn't love it, but I suppose I didn't hate it either.

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Misyr Rex Route

This route was, quite frankly, absolutely ridiculous. This was the most obvious case of having an overall idea and not having the skills to execute it well.

So many things happened just because Misyr willed it to. For example, he gains magic powers and a semi-human form simply because he wanted to visit a four-year-old on earth? How does that even happen? This is already ignoring the fact that he transformed into an ash monster through forced evolution or whatever, which is already a stretch, mind you.

And if that's not ridiculous enough, we then get introduced to Noah, who is somehow an entire world. I actually found him to be more interesting of a character than Misyr, now that we know that Misyr's entire life consists of going to one cafe and doing nothing all day.

The most disappointing part of this route was Asmodeus, who was largely not relevant at all other than the initial shock of realizing Misyr wasn't the demon king. Why bother making such an annoying character for a brief gag? He could have been so much more but instead he's reduced to an unlikable flirt who kidnaps Kotone in order to provide an excuse for a cute CG, and then we barely see him ever again.

This whole route stinks of worldbuilding with no consideration for how certain elements would affect the rest of the world. You know how sometimes worlds in fictional programs (ie: Black Mirror) build their entire concepts around one aspect of society and don't bother fleshing out everything else? That's basically this whole route in a nutshell. It falls apart under the tiniest bit of scrutiny.

To top it off, the good ending of this route, and therefore the whole game, involves Kotone becoming the world herself, largely losing her human form, now cursed to live for eternity as a realm that turns people to ash????? Who decided this would be a satisfying ending for an otome game?

The one element I did like was the explanation for why non-humans look so much like humans. I think it's super cool that humans used to have superior technology and lost it and everything else grew from that. I like the biblical references as well.

Ultimately, though, this was a disappointing way to end the game for me.

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guys. It's time. CRH is reaching its finale, and besides Bad News and Cherry Blossoms, I'm ready to bring on more fics.

You however!!! Get to decide which one through our combined love for pressing buttons :D

I'll be doing these fics in order of votes, so the most popular one will be posted first, etc.(you catch my drift?)

However! If you're here for any of my other fandom posts, there is another poll I've set up -> HERE.

You can vote for the next fic as well, also by order of votes for which goes up first/is completed :)

Other fandoms include: Miles Morales, Ninjago, Danny Phantom, Haikyuu.

Here's the Lowdown + Explanation for each one:

Zombie Apocalypse AU! Rise Leo x Reader

Warnings: Includes mentions of death, and graphic descriptions of both gore and violence. Angst, Fluff.

Example drabbles can be found in this order -> HERE! & -> HERE! & -> HERE!

You didn't know how it started. One minute you're out and about with friends, and the next moment the nationwide alarm sounds. Sirens blare, people scream, and you flee.

Now, you're a lone wolf, looking out purely for yourself and taking down any Zombie that tries to harm you. You're alone, just how you like it.

But when a fateful encounter with a turtle wearing a blue bandanna changes your outlook on your new life, you begin to think that being alone might not be as great as you once thought.

Human Disguise! 12 Leo x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Slightly Aged Up! Turtles, Friends to Lovers

Theft isn't always right.

But in this instance, Leo's willing to do it as many times as it takes, all to catch the bus with you at the same time everyday.

Luckily, Donnie has just the tool for that, a watch that would allow him to disguise himself as a human.

All he has to do is make sure you don't ever find out.

Your Name AU! X Female! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Time Travel, Body Swapping, Fluff, HEAVY ANGST.

Inspired by the anime movie with the same title

Mutagen is the base of how all mutants are created, its unknown properties managing to bring to life both miracles and nightmares.

It's almost like magic.

But it doesn't explain how Leo wakes up in the body of someone else.

You're just a girl living in the countryside, the daughter of an influential polititian, and a shrine maiden in training.

You're tired of life and everything it throws at you, not to mention the best friend you're slowly falling in love with, whom has eyes for someone else. So, in a moment of anger and frustration, you curse at the goddess you're supposed to praise and worship instead.

And in return, you wake up in a mutant turtle's body.

Rise Leo! X Genie Reader

Warnings: Aged Up! Turtles, History Things, Fluff, Friends to Lovers.

Being one of the most mythical (and extremely rare) species on the earth has both its perks and disadvantages.

Pro? You're worshipped heavily, many of your previous summoners too frightened to cross you.

Con? Some of them are horrible and abusive, so you decided to use loopholes to ensure their uncontrollable greed would never make the light of day.

As such, you disappear back into your lamp to nap for a couple thousand years, waking up with a yawn to a baffled group of turtle yokai.

And it's just your luck that the cutest one happens to be your summoner.

Star Crossed Lovers! 12 Leo x Reader

Warnings: Addresses Discrimination, Fluff, Angst, Fluff, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Violence and Gore.

Inspo can be found -> HERE!

"We shouldn't be doing this." You murmur, slipping your hand out of his. However, before your hand leaves his grasp completely, he grabs it gently.

"We don't have to be like them. To confine ourselves to the rules they've set."

"But, your position... You can't be seen with a human, or the rest of the Yokai would riot." Your eyes water, and you swallow a sniffle that threatens to give away the tears that start to trail down your cheeks.

"I don't care about the rest of them. You're the only one whose opinion matters to me."

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