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yxine · 6 months
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— ADMIRE. ❞
part 1 — part 2
Bada Lee x Original Character!:
— in which Bada unexpectedly gets to see and battle her long-time idol and crush on a survival show she was in, Street Woman Fighter.
— Everyone expected that Jam Republic would be only full of western dancers, so imagine when they found out that the "Queen of Dance" in the Korean Dance industry was joining the survival show Street Woman Fighter.
note: I do not own any of the people here nor the show except for Lea Chang. This was also made for entertainment purposes only.
This is also my first time writing in Tumblr so please excuse me if there are any mistakes and I hope you like this small chapter!
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"I'm so glad you could make it!" A woman's voice called out speaking in English as she embraced the tall female figure in front of her. She was Kirsten Dodgen, a very respectable western dancers that is part of the crew that everyone knew, the Royal Family.
"Well, I wouldn't refuse an offer from an old friend." The said tall female replied to Kirsten as she hugged her back.
"I thought you had the schedule packed, especially knowing you're the Queen of Dance, Lea." Kirsten said with a wide smile on her face, excited to finally be able to dance with her closest friend again, this time as a crew.
Lea Chang, a woman with chin length hair with strands of ash blonde highlights, sharp yet beautiful features and a lean body type that looks a bit musculine, she's the definition of a woman who can melt all genders. Her dance style going far with variety types of dance, hence her title 'Queen of Dance'. Not only that, her aura was dominating, fierce and full of confidence. Her sense of style going through they oversized boy-ish clothes with rare feminine styles.
Going from one battle to another from the past and choreography being one of her strongest points these past few years, but that does not mean she can't battle anymore, no. Even if it had been years since she had battled, she still polishes her dance just incase this type of situation happens.
"Ready to meet the others?" Kirsten excitedly asked Lea who nodded her head yes. Grabbing her by the arm she led her friend to one of the dance practice rooms where the other crew of Jam Republic are.
"Ain't no freaking way!" A voiced called out as both Kirsten and Lea stepped into the room. Immediately, all three people inside stood up straight in shock.
"Lea Chang!?!"
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All teams except Jam Republic has been settled down on the battle ground. The tension was high as every crew glanced at each other in unease, it was to be expected as this was a survival show, a competition where everyone wants to be the best and show that they are the best.
Suddenly the large screen showed the logo of Jam Republic making everyone stiffen at their seat in anticipation.
"Woah, it's really Jam Republic." One of the members of Deep n' Dap muttered outloud.
"I can't believe I get to see Kirsten in person!" A member of Mannequeen also said as they waited for the crew to step down the stairs.
"I remember signing up for one of Kirsten's classes and even went up early just to see her but they said her flight got cancelled, I literally cried when I found out!" One member of Deep n' Dap whine out to one of her crew before getting shutted up by her leader.
"Sh! Stop it, this is a competition!" Mina Myoung, the said leader warned her member.
"Right! Get out!" The member said while throwing her hands out acting as if she threw something.
"Woah, this is so cool!" A voice exclaimed in amazement as they stopped by the door frame of the entrance. It was Kirsten and her crew, the Jam Republic. All five of them began talking about how amazing the set was as they walked through the large hall down to the battle ground.
"Wah, look at how she carries herself."
"So cool!"
Jam Republic stood in the middle of the stage looking at the large screen in front of them waiting for the words of the other crew.
"This is harsher than I thought.." Kirsten muttered as she heard the translation of the other crew's view of them.
"She's a fake royal family."
"Where is Parris Goebell?"
"Woah, that's really harsh." Nob, the leader of LadyBounce muttered as she sneakily glanced at Jam Republic nervously.
"She just has a pretty face, there's nothing more."
"Look at how high her shoulders are! You can't even see her pretty face!"
Two no-respect stickers for Kirsten and Lattice, six no-respect stickers for Audrey. Seeing this, Audrey cheerfully raised two thumbs up smiling widely at everyone making them chuckle at her.
"She must be thrilled."
"Thumbs up? What does she mean?"
After Jam Republic seated the lights suddenly changed before the large door revealed the mc, Kang Daniel.
"Hello. Welcome to Mnet's original dance series, Street Woman Fighter 2, and I'm your host, Kang Daniel. Not only will we see the competitions between some of the best dance crews in Korea, but we have gone international this season - with global named crews, making the competition more intense." Everyone cheered and clapped for him as he continued to explain the first mission.
"You'll fight to crush all the other crews and reach the top. Only one crew can do that. Here's the first dance battle to be the winner of this competition." This made everyone cheer louder in anticipation, Kang Daniel did a pretty good job at hyping everyone up.
"The signature of the dance series is your first mission, the no-respect battle with the weakest dancer."
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"The first no-respect battle is... 1Million Redy." 1million cheered as the hyped up Redy who was adjusting her beany and sleeves before walking up on the stage with a mic on her hand.
"The person I pick as the weakest dancer is..." Redy pauses adding a dramatic effect to the tension building up in the whole room before looking towards BEBE. "Bebe, Bada Lee."
Everyone howled in excitement for the battle as Bada the leader of Bebe only nodded her head while flipping her bottle of water before walking up the stage.
"Let's go Bada!"
"Captain you got this!"
"Kick her ass, Redy-yah!"
"I just don't respect you. That's it." Said Ready as she made a cutting motion before handing the mic to her leader.
"Bada Lee from Bebe, do you have any words?"
"Not Redy, Soobin-nah! To me you're no older than an 8th grade." Bada dissed the 1million dancer who shrugged seemingly unaffected.
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"Is the mic fine now?" A woman questioned the staff who did a last minute check up on the mic before nodding in confirmation. Sighing and shaking her arms she began to stride towards the long hallway to the stairs of the battle ground.
She was late due to the mic malfunction, turns out they gave her the wrong pair and went to find another one for the last one and a half hour. It made her a bit upset on how sloppy the new staffs are on these kind of shows now but it was done so now she was on her way to her crew.
She took a bit longer walking as she saw that the mission has already started. Redy was the first one to dance, although she must admit. The young woman was good at using the fluidity of her body but...
"There's no impact." She muttered as she slowly became uninterested with the battle until it was time for the other one to dance.
Bada, the woman knew her from all those viral tiktoks and videos all around her feed. She was admittedly very good, making iconic dances, the way she moves her body and the way you could see she enjoys what she's doing. You could say that the woman was a bit of a fan.
Seeing Bada dance personally now, was a new experience. It's better than through the screen. The quality, isolations and etc. was top notch. It made her feel something new ever since she kept watching her through her screen.
"You interest me, Bada.."
Seeing as the battle ended, Bebe gaining a win. The woman decided that it was time to head down, her clanking on the pavement. Everyone heard her coming down making them look at the stairs in wonder.
"Is there another member on the other crew?"
"Is it another judge?"
"Yah, Jam Republic is smiling do you think it's another member of theirs?"
Everyone gasped at the figure that's walking down the stairs.
"Wait hold on!"
"Are you serious?!"
"She's participating in this show?!"
"I lost! I don't wanna be here anymore!"
"There is no way that Lea Chang is battling in this show!"
That's right, it's Lea Chang. The one and only Queen of Dance. Everyone was shocked even the judges because they weren't informed by this. Was this last minute?
"Woah! This is insane!" Monika, one of the judges exclaimed in shock as she watched Lea walked down the stairs with a dominant aura that covered the whole room. To say she was a fan was an understatement. The same could be said for Mike and Shownu as they both looked up to the dancer even when she was younger than them.
"I'm getting goosebumps just from watching her alone!"
"She's so tall, taller than Bada!"
"Woah, now that's an aura of a queen."
"Which crew is she in?!"
Everyone watched as she stepped towards...Jam Republic?! Staring at her as she took a seat next to Kirsten.
"I thought Kirsten was going to be a challenge but Lea?! Lord what have I done to see such a powerful duo?" Yoonji from Mannequeen jokingly—or is she—prayed to the gods.
Lea was just sitting casually as she glanced at everyone who tried to avoid eye contact with her. She knew she was popular and scary but not this much, it made her sweatdrop awkwardly chuckling inwardly.
Her eyes landed on a certain leader of Bebe, who tried not to seem nervous as she stared right back onto the queen who has been her idol since she started dancing. Lea noticed how nervous Bada must've looked because she smiled at her—well it looked like a smirk— making her flustered and look the other way.
This made Lea chuckle at how cute the Bebe leader was before settling down her gaze somewhere.
This show might be more interesting than expected.
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schtrawberry · 1 year
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personal astrology observations
[!] this is mostly an introspective view into my chart; in no way, shape, or form am i saying that any of this is fact or set in stone, nor am i saying that i am a professional astrologer. these are just presences that exist within my chart that i've felt manifest themselves in real life. simply put, take what resonates and leave what doesn't :)
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— sun in hard aspect to neptune can indicate having an (extremely) clouded view of oneself to the point of there being a huge gap in the way they think they're presenting themselves to the world to how they're actually perceived and viewed by other people.
[i have this aspect in square and i've noticed that people perceive me as more than i truly am (more financially-abundant, skilled, smarter than i actually am, etc.) and just make incorrect assumptions about my personality and who i am, in general. i feel that this might be due to the clouded nature of neptune versus the outward nature of the sun which has led to a social manifestation of the unclearness of my inner self and the way i display myself to the world, if that makes sense.]
═ another thing, i don't think people talk enough about how strongly neptune manifests itself in this placement, even among individuals with very little neptunian energy in their charts. daydreaming and just being not fully there plays a large part in who i am, and not even in a cute dumb blonde kinda way, more in an absentminded, head-in-the-clouds kinda way.
☰ sun in the tenth house 🤝🏽 being/wanting to be on a reality tv show!
[i swear as someone w this placement, i often find myself genuinely feeling like yes, if given the chance to do love island/too hot to handle/twenty-somethings/the bachelor— i 100% would.]
☱ mercury in hard aspect to neptune can indicate having a beautiful way w words but also not being able to explain things clearly?? can also manifest itself in just literally being difficult to understand at times, either due to the volume of their voice, way of speaking, or choice of words.
☲ moon opposition mars can exhibit deep emotional turmoil and not being able to handle one's emotions in a calm manner. i find that this manifests itself in the occasional emotional outburst (whether it's more crying or anger or both probably depends on both the moon and mars sign) but yeah— turmoil.
[i have personally experienced multiple events throughout my life where i've gone through public (embarassing, ik) emotional outbursts during stressful situations. luckily, my moon is in cancer so i'm more just a ball of tears, but this has been something that i'm still struggling to control, even as a twenty-one yr old]
☴ having a heavily-aspected chiron (multiple major aspects to personal planets, asc, and mc) and feeling rejected by your family and peers. chiron is the asteroid of wounds, hence a heavy presence in one's chart can indicate multiple emotional wounds involving one's parents, the same/opposite gender, along with inner and outer turmoil.
[tw: mention of suicidal thoughts i have chiron aspecting my sun, moon, venus, mars, and mc (most of them being hard aspects), and have felt suicidal for most of my life. i've never really fit in anywhere and have always been at odds with both the masculine and feminine energies in my life. if you have this placement as well, i genuinely hope you're doing well bc this energy is hard to cope w sometimes.]
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[`] film: 千禧曼波 millenium mambo (2001) dir. hou hsiao hsien
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fuckmymunson · 2 years
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Anon from yesterday hehe, so what I had in my mind was that, reader is James' stepsibling (since I'm poc) and is in Slytherin. Hence he hates them. Even in Slytherin they're not respected and bullied cus they're nice. They also try to be like James and are animagus only so could get love but James confesses he hates his sibling.
Fast forward, reader marries regulus who again treats them like crap. Their marriage is sad. Until maybe something happens and regulus realises their value and later even James accepts them. So basically shit ton of angst with happy ending.
Sorry for long request. You can make it as dark and angsty as you can
𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 — 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
☆ CW: ANGST, suicide attempt, a lot of cursing, family issues, bullying, James (probably OOC, but idgaf<3), being really, really mean, Regulus being a bad husband. | word count: 5.4k. ☆ a/n: First time writing Reg, sorry. Part II it's still in the making (yes almost a year later, leave me alone lmao)
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Can’t the dark side light my way?
Another morning was waking up to an empty bed. 
Rolling on your side, you sighed pressing your cheek against the silk pillows. Every morning was the same, every day felt the same in this old house. 
Wrapping yourself in the soft robe, you walked downstairs, to the kitchen, where your husband was already, a cup of black coffee in one hand and the daily prophet in the other. 
“Good morning.” You said as you did every morning.
“Good morning,” Regulus muttered back, as he did every morning. 
Monotone, a routine, tasteless. That's how you could describe your marriage. Oh, and loveless. 
“I'm going to Diagon Alley, do you need anything?” You asked, side against the doorframe. 
“Can you buy more of those cinnamon rolls you brought last week?” Regulus lifted his gaze from the newspaper. 
You nodded and he muttered a quiet thanks, and with that, you were off. It was always like this, boring conversations, obligatory questions, obligatory answers. He wasn't your husband, he was more like your roommate, perhaps a stranger whom you shared a roof with. 
Diagon Alley was crowded, as it always was. Store after store, you stopped by the local bakery, smiling at the (apparently) only thing you had in common with your husband.
To say you didn’t care about Regulus would be a lie, even if it was an arranged marriage, and even if you two had your discrepancies in the past, he was now someone who circulated your orbit daily. Someone whom you liked it or not was going to be there for a long, long time. Regulus was more of a ghost, a phantasmagoric entity that floated around you from time to time, barely speaking, barely acknowledging your existence.
But fights? Were there too. Rather constantly. 
Sometimes over nothing, sometimes over past wounds, that were still fresh, sometimes because of his family, sometimes because of yours. Fights always ended up the same, with you sobbing against your silky pillows, and Regulus sleeping in one of the guest rooms. 
“Excuse me” A feminine voice behind you dragged you out of your melancholic daze. Turning around, your eyes widened as you recognised the redhead woman in front of you, with a shy smile and a baby with wild hair and green eyes in her arms. “I’m sorry for bothering you, I was just passing by and I saw you here. Say hi Harry.” She cooed at the smiling baby in her arms, who eyed you curiously.
“It’s okay.” You assured her, not sounding convinced at all. “Hello there.” You smiled at the little Harry, who just giggled, his little teeth peeking through his small lips. 
“How you’ve been?” Lily asked, clearly trying to start a conversation. “I’m sorry if it seems a bit… meddlesome. It’s just, I never see you around and, you know.” She looked around, visibly nervous.
“Lily.” You spoke softly. “I understand.” You knew where this conversation was heading, and it was something you weren’t really in the mood for. “You don’t have to talk or interact with me if you don’t want to, I don’t mind.” You stopped caring about that long ago.
“I do want to!” She chirped, almost offended. She understood how difficult your situation was, but she was, after all, your stepbrother’s wife. “Harry’s birthday is next week, I was going to send you the invitation, but, hence we are here—”
“James won’t be happy to see me there.” It was true, a crude truth though. Lily frowned but didn’t object, proving you right. “I don’t want to ruin Harry’s birthday party with my presence, besides, I don’t think Regulus would even consider it, I’m pretty sure his brother will be there. ”
“Oh.” Lily quietly muttered, she didn’t think about that further. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.” You gave her a faux smile, one she didn’t believe at all. “Excuse me, I have to go. I’ll see you around.” Another lie. “Goodbye Harry.” You waved at the infant, who just looked at you with his big, green eyes.
The second you stepped out of the bakery, you heard Lily’s voice calling your name. Once again, you turned around, clutching the paper bag against your chest. You really wanted to go home, but you were too polite to ignore her. She approached you, with a fierce determination in her eyes.
“Look. I know James isn’t the best brother.” She didn’t use the correct title, just like she always did back at school, and James always corrected her, frustrated. “I know he was a total asshole in school, and I’m sorry I never speak up or did something to stop him. I understand family can be difficult, God, my sister? Petunia, she despites me.” She chuckled slightly, shaking her head. “I’m not trying to be a bridge between you two, I won’t force you to reach out to him either, I just want to see you happy. I’m was going to talk to James tonight, and probably scold him for everything he has done these past years, perhaps a few years late, but better late than never, right?”
It seemed too, genuine.
You were speechless. With a deep sigh, you give in, Lily was too persistent, and you were sure she wouldn’t give up, she was head girl after all. 
“Fine.” You smiled, this time it was a real smile. “I’ll talk to Regulus tonight as well, I can’t promise you anything, but, I’ll try.”
“Thank you.” Your sister-in-law hugged you, for real. She smelled like peaches and cinnamon, and baby powder. “Thank you, I promise you, everything will get better.”
Everything will get better. 
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“No. Absolutely no.” Regulus stood up from the armchair, frowning. “Are you out of your mind?”
“It’s just a party, Regulus.” You interjected, pinching the bridge of your nose. Why did he have to be so uptight? “It won’t hurt. Lily really wants us to go.”
“Us?” He asked, raising his hands, annoyed. “There is no us.” 
He was right. There was no us. 
Regulus saw, firsthand, how your chest deflated, how your gaze lowered, and how you sighed. He was right, there was no us. It was only you, It was always just you.
“I’m going to bed.” You announced, turning around to hide the tears. Fights weren’t new, but what was new, was the raw twist in his stomach, at the sounds of your sobs on the other side of the main bedroom door. Regulus pressed his back against the wooden frame, listening to how you cried. It wasn’t the first time you cried after a fight, but why did this time make him feel something?
Was it regret? Guilt? Remorse? All of the above?
He slept in the guest room that night, and as he lay on the pillows, he realized he couldn't recall when was the last time he slept next to you. 
Dreams weren’t nice either, they weren’t an escape from the cruel reality. Dreams, at least for you, were a constant reminder of how miserable your life was.
Dreams. Memories. Nightmares. 
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Laughs, evil laughs. Evil snaked dressed in green and silver surrounding you, mocking you. You rubbed your eyes, groaning at the sticky feeling of your fingertips over your face, your hair, your uniform. Someone spilt a glass of orange juice over your head, and no one did anything to stop them. No one cared, no one overlooked. 
For the proud and ambitious house of Slytherin, you were just a poor joke. You were the insignificant excuse of a wizard, and definitely, you didn't belong with them. You were too nice, too soft, you were a gentle soul. Qualities that, the Slytherin house wasn’t quite fond of. 
And they were sure to remind it every day of your school life. 
Across the dining hall, students from other houses looked at you with pity, amusement and even curiosity. Were they expecting you to defend yourself? Probably. Were you going to? Probably not. Instead of giving them a piece of your mind, you just ran away. Once again, as you rubbed the orange juice off your eyes, now mixed with the salty tears of humiliation, they laughed, and their cruel barks echoed in your ears, your mind and your heart. 
How did this fit in your story?
Outside, under the dark night sky, the stars were bright. Glowing carefree in the firmament. Your feet wandered around the edge of the astronomy tower, wondering how it would be to be a star. Maybe this just wasn’t your timeline. Maybe you weren’t born to succeed, to achieve great things. Everything just felt empty, flavourless, pointless. Since when did that bright smile change into a sorrowful grimace? When did everything go downhill? Questions, questions, so many questions and no answers. Shaky hands held tightly on the chilly rails of the tallest tower in Hogwarts, where the wind was colder and the stars were closer. 
Have you ever dreamed of being reborn as a star? Many times. A wish, your last wish, as your feet started to move away, closer to the sky. Star light, star bright, wish you may, wish you might. Closing your eyes, ignoring the tears streaming down your cheeks, you let go of a hand, darting dangerously around the edge. Everything would be quick, painless, and that’s what you wished for the most, for the pain to just stop. 
"Wait!" A voice, a masculine voice. A voice of a star, the brightest star. You opened your eyes violently, gasping at sudden vertigo in your stomach, your feet slipped, and realizing for a fraction what you were about to do. It was too late now, your hands were away from the rails, as your body sway almost gracefully, towards death. 
His hand grasped yours, it hurt. Great, just what you needed, more pain. Regulus held firmly to your hand, as you sobbed. Carefully, he eased you back into the ground, your knees wobbling the second you landed on the stone floor. Hard sobs rocked your body, your heart pounding wildly inside your chest.
“Why?” You asked, between sobs. “Why did you stop me?”
“Why were you… going to—” Regulus started, breathing heavily, shocked by what he just witnessed.
“Because I knew no one would stop me.”
"I'm sorry for what happened in the Great Hall." He already said that, why did he insist upon it? "I should've said something, what they did to you was so unfair, even if…” Even if it what?
“Even if  I deserved it?” You suggested with half-lidded eyes. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Regulus kneeled next to you, keeping a prudent distance. “I didn’t mean it that way, sorry. I don’t know what to say. It was wrong, you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”
Pity. It was pity. 
“Regulus.” Hugging your knees, you inhaled the sweet scent of orange juice lingering in your uniform. “Don’t pretend you overlook me. They have been pestering me for years, and you never seemed to care about it. If this is a joke, it ain’t a funny one.”
“It’s not a joke!” He protested. “I just… never actually cared, yeah. Until now.”
Until now. 
“Until now?” 
Days later, you found out, what ‘Until now’, finally meant. It meant a black, wax-sealed letter, a bad omen. Just a few words were enough to crumble the little piece of peace you had. 
War. Fiancé. Marriage. Regulus Black. 
You threw the letter to the fire, watching it twist and burn in the desertic common room, late at night with a blanket around your shoulders. You were too immersed in your own thoughts to notice his presence. Regulus called you, making you jolt in surprise. He saw the envelope next to the fire, and the ashed on the wood confirmed his suspicions.
“So, until now, uh?” You asked, with a harsh tone, harsher than intended, not bothering to look at him.
“I’m not happy either.” His voice was a brick, and you were sure he had an unpleased frown. 
“There must be a way. I’m sure.” Standing up, the blanket rolled down your shoulders, pooling on the thick green rugs. “Fuck.” You cursed under your breath. “This can’t be happening.” 
“It’s borderline ironic.” Something about Regulus’ tone didn’t sit quite right with you. 
“Ironic? How so?”
“She's vivid by the idea of me marrying a pureblood, a Slytherin, she didn't even care that your Mother was married to a Potter. A blood traitor, just like my br— just like Sirius.” Of course, it all came to that. Of course, Regulus was just like his family, just an elitist, classist piece of shit. “Perhaps we can tell my Mother how much of a coward and weak you are." His words tensed you, were all the Blacks so venomous? "How you aren't a real Slytherin.”
That was the last drop, your thirteen reason. “Sure, and we can tell my Mother how much of a self-centred asshole you are. How you can't see beyond your fat nose and realize there are other people besides you." Your nostrils flared with rage, no tears, just rage. 
Regulus’ face contorted into one of anger, outraged by your words. 
“I regret walking on you that night.” He scoffed, looking at you as if you were nothing more than a speck of dirt in his expensive leather shoes. “I wish I could travel back in time and stop myself from not letting you fucking kill yourself, giving up like the coward you are. Absolutely pathetic.” His words were pure venom, living up to his house and its emblem. 
You slapped him. His face distorted into one of surprise. "I wish I had died that night. So I don't have to watch your ugly fucking face daily."
That night, like many others, you cried yourself to sleep, casting a silencing spell around your bed, hiding from the world, letting the pain consume you, poisoning your soul. Days only got worse, your grades dropped, and soon the whole school knew you were engaged to none other than the Regulus Black. Students stared at you more than usual, whispered louder than usual, and you ever wondered if you became a zoo animal without noticing it. The little contact you had with other students was now unexistent, you spent the majority of the time alone, in the library, where books couldn’t hurt you. 
The library became your safe space, a bubble to hide from the real world. Standing on your tiptoes to reach the highest shelve, your attention caught a familiar voice, a loud one, too loud to be allowed in the library. 
"Moony c'mon, we'll be fine!" James, it was James.
"Stop insisting, Prongs." Remus answered, and he sounded annoyed. With silent steps you walked closer to them, leaning over a bookshelf, eavesdropping on their argument. "Last full moon was a disaster."
"You know who's fault that was." That one was Peter. 
"Keep it down, please." Remus sighed. "You're lucky she knows how to heal a scratch like that. Because if Madame Pomfrey ever hears about this—"
"She won't!" James interrupted him. "She said that she'll be close so if we need her, she'll be there."
You heard Remus's breath hitching. "Are you out of your damn mind? I'm not going to let her near me when I'm a fucking werewolf, Prongs."
A werewolf. 
"Calm down, Moony, we know is your time of the month." Sirius's teasing tone only had the opposite effect. "Ouch! Fine, fine, I'll stop. But don’t pinch me like that, it hurts.”
“Great, now shut up.” Remus groaned, annoyed. 
It made perfect sense. Years ago, you heard Severus teasing him in one of the few classes you shared with them, calling him "Loony Lupin", a freak, pointing out his scars... Speaking of scars, he had a lot of them.
A couple of essays and works about werewolves had taught you only one thing: They were cruel creatures and extremely dangerous, but, Remus never, in a thousand years looked like a cruel person, he was the only one of James's close friends who had never actively participated in your stepbrother's antics to humiliate you and bother you, but he didn't do anything to stop him either, and you learned the hard way that doing nothing was also part of the problem. 
“I still can’t believe you three spent three damn years, putting your lives at risk to become an animagus.” Remus scoffed, but then laughed. “You guys are insane.”
“Hey,” Sirius said. “Anything for our Moony.”
What the hell was happening? First werewolves and now animagus? It really, really, really made perfect sense. Padfoot, Moony, Prongs and Wormtail. 
If James and his friends could transform themselves into an animagus, how hard could it be?
It was hard, extremely hard. 
It could be considered delusional and psychotic, attempt it without previous preparations, and professional supervision. Being young and naive makes you do stupid things, just for the sake of being accepted and loved. Book after book, the migraine drilled deeply into your skull, it was borderline impossible. After two weeks of exasperating research, two broken quills and a roll of paper, you always ended up with the same conclusion: It was dangerous. Becoming an animagus without any type of help or supervision from the Ministry of Magic was basically a premeditated suicide. 
Constantly asking yourself how could they manage to do it without getting caught, how were their methods, how were they still alive? After your third attempt that night, hiding in the Astronomy tower, your whole body ached, a bad move could ruin your life forever, becoming a half-human half-animal, or in the worst case, becoming a corpse. The books you had scattered around the cold floor were useless now, they only repeated the same words with different fonts, words that only vanished your enthusiasm. You didn’t have enough time, enough skills and enough confidence. 
"Come on, come on." You whispered to yourself, closing your eyes, feeling the magic flowing through your veins, powerful, strong, earthly. It felt natural, it felt yours. 
It was there, you could feel it. You were so, so close. Your whole body tingled, the sparkles in your soul the purpose of your efforts igniting the magic within you. Just a little bit more...
It was gone, and you groaned in pain. It vanished as quickly as it approached, four failed attempts were enough for that night. So, while throwing the useless books inside your backpack, you walked back to your dorm carefully to not be caught by Flitch or Mrs Norris.
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Full moon. It was time, it was your last chance. 
It was risky, worst case scenario you could die, your corpse rotting the night. But, death wasn't a thing you were afraid of, at least not anymore. You planned every single step that night, you went through it the whole week. You avoided Regulus, you avoided James, you avoided everything and everyone. The hardest thing was to know when and how to follow them. You knew they were leaving the castle at any time soon, you were a smart girl after all. Logically, Remus couldn't transform near school, for the safety of other students and himself. Dungeons? No, inside the school it was impossible, very noticeable too, and too easy to guess. It must be out of the school grounds. 
The first step was to successfully walk out of the school without being caught, and perhaps one (if not) of the most challenging (asides from the transformation itself), then all you had to do is wait. Wait for a signal, for voices, steps, anything. Hiding outside of the castle, next to the greenhouses, the night air was cold, really cold. Wrapping yourself in your jumper, you waited to hide next to a pile of dirt sacks, patiently. 
Forty minutes or so later, when you started to doubt your plan, you heard them. Not them exactly, but you could recognize McGonagall's voice everywhere. Taking a quick peek, Madame Pomfrey was also there, and they were escorting Remus, who was silent between the two women. Taking a prudent distance, you followed them all the way to the Whimpering Willow, and you watched in awe how McGonagall with a flick of her wand paralyzed the tree, walking right into a hole next to the prominent roots, followed by Remus and Poppy. So, there was a secret passage. It made sense. But where did it lead them to? Hiding behind a big rock, you waited again. Until they returned, chatting in a low voice. 
Until you were sure they were far gone, this was your only chance. Mimicking Minerva's movements, you hoped a simple paralyzing spell would do the trick, and to your surprise it did. Wasting no time, you slid under the tree, scratching your hand as you did so, wiping the little pearls of blood in your jumper. The dark pathway was lugubrious, and you weren't exactly sure where it would lead you, you reached the end, and a weak ray of the pale moonlight guided your steps until you were outside of the Shrieking Shack. This was an excellent location, away from Hogwarts and away from Hogsmeade, plus, the abandoned house had the reputation of being haunted, so, naturally, no one approached it. It was brilliant! 
You heard voices, and this time it was them. Running to the nearest tree, you hid behind it, cold sweat running down your face. The unmistakable sound of Sirius' laugh filled your ears, and you watched how the entered the house. The moon was almost at its peak, almost ready to take its protagonism in the dark sky. 
A deep, crucifying silence reigned over the terrain until you heard it. A howl, a deep, loud howl, mixed with pain and ache. It was your signal to go with the final step. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. Inhaling, exhaling. It was now or never.
There it was again, that sensation running through your veins, pumping magic through every cell of blood. Your skin felt warm, tingling, you felt every hair, every pore. Taking a deep, long breath, you closed your eyes. Wand in hand, you took another profound breath, placing your wand-tip against your heart, begging to the stars. 
“Amato Animo Animato Animagus.”
Blazing pain and an intense shiver ran through your body. The bright moon witnessed everything, how your body contorted in agony, your heartbeat was loud, hard and fast, and then it stopped, for a brief instant. Then two. Double heartbeat. It was too late now. There was no going back. A dark cloud fogged your mind, and it happened, you saw it, inside your head, and it was beautiful, it was graceful, it was you. The fear that followed you through the transformation started to crumble your bravery, but surrendering only meant one thing:
Death.
Opening your eyes, everything was… different. The sounds were louder, the scents were stronger. The perspective was abysmal, what was big was now small, and raising your gaze, there it was, the full moon, golden and proud, smiling softly at you, or at least it seemed to. 
Their scent was strong, mixed and together, they were a pack. You heard them from miles around, and the rational voice inside your mind kept you in line, it would be too abrupt to approach them firsthand. Sneaking silently around the abandoned building, you devoured your surroundings, every rock, every stick, every curve. The fresh imprint of paws guided you through the woods, closer and closer to the forbidden forest. Still keeping a safe distance, you joined their voices, still hesitant. 
The big, grey wolf was the first one to approach you. Slowly at first, reluctant. Were you a friend or an enemy? The tension was high in the skies. He growled, cautious. It was him, it had to be him. He sniffed the air, your scent, and taking a seat, he maintained eye contact, narrowing his golden eyes.
You didn’t felt threatened at all. It was an innofensive interaction, you could smell his curiosity, if that was even possible, or even rational. The atmosphere relaxed for a bit, and the wolf laid down, resting his snot in his long paws. He accepted your presence, but it wasn’t an invitation either. You chirped happily, progress was progress. 
Until, the rest of them emerged from the shadows. Larger than you, stronger, angrier. They didn’t liked you, at you could sense their discomfort and hazard. The large, black dog, barked at you, a simple warning: ‘Stay away’. You remained still, blinking slowly, showing them no harm was planned. At least not from your part. The stag was the biggest of them all, with enormous, extravagant horns, graceful swirls in a soft bone colour. The usual prey now looked and acted like a true predator, and the brownish stag was the first one to walk closer to you, looming over you. Stretching his neck, the animal attempted a showoff of dominance, to express how proud and unwelcoming he was. 
Behind him, the black dog growled again at you, this time louder. A second warning: ‘Leave’. But you didn’t. You remained still, strong-willed. 
A sudden high-pitched squeal caught your attention, and you observed how the wolf was stepping on the tail of a abnormal big rat, not in a dangerous way, more leaning into a playful manner. Unfortunately, letting your guard down for a brief second was a mistake. The black dog pounced, this was the third and final warning. He hovered over you, the drool dripping down his canines. Rolling over a couple times, you tried to fight back, but it was hard, this new form was still new, and your movements were clumsy and dull. 
His sharp teeth were wrapped around your throat, hard enough to pierce the skin but not to be considered mortal. The primal instinct of survival ran through your veins, and using every ounce of strength you had in your animalistic personage, you pushed him off you. It wasn’t a fair fight though. The painful stab of the Stag’s horns against your sides caught you off guard once again. 
Wheeling over the dirt, you hissed in pain, panting. The adrenaline was high and the anxiety too. Loud alarms inside your head screamed at you. Run, run, run. On all fours, you sprinted away, quickly being pursued by the two aggressive animals. The wolf’s howling broke the silence surrounding you, it was a long, melancholic howl. From the sounds of heavy steps behind you, you knew they were getting closer. They knew how to move, you didn’t. Your legs gave up, sore and pristine to this new anatomy. Those sharp, brutal teeth caught the flesh of one of your back legs, as you cried in distress.
«No, no, no, this can’t be the way I die.» The rational and human voice inside your head sobbed. 
A flash of gray freed you from the dog’s grip. The two canines fought against each other, barking and howling at each other, as if its human sides were in a heated argument. You suddenly remembered, the stag was still there, and you wouldn’t comit the same mistake twice.
Duels for you, were never fair, less, if your adversary was your stepbrother, James. 
The stag was stronger and bigger, but you were lighter and faster. Dodging every lunge and assault, the strong scents of their proximity clouded your common senses. This wasn’t correct, you never meant to hurt them, especially him. For a very strange reason, you still cared for him, even after all he had done. 
Bright, warm rays of sunshine dazzled you, the sun was rising, which only meant one thing; The world stopped for a minute, and everyone ran back to the Shrieking Shack, where they were supposed to be in the first place, but this was far from over. 
Running back to your first hiding spot, you closed your eyes again, resting your shivering form against an old tree trunk, accumulating all the last resilience you had to transform back. If someone had told you a month ago, you would’ve been hurriedly dressing back up, bleeding for a hundred superificial wounds, next to the Shrieking Shack, you would tell them they were out of their fucking mind. The sun was brushing the horizon, carefree, as the moon waved back, ready to leave and gossip with the stars. With trembling steps, you walked towards the haunted house, panting, one hand making pression on your stomach, where your most profound wound was. 
Inside the old place, it reeked of dirt, old magic and a hint of cinnamon, and maybe citrus, and odd combination, to say the least. Their voices were loud whispers, and, turning around a corner, you found them.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” James shouted, however, this time you didn’t backed away, to hide and cry. 
You were too tired to run away.
“You almost killed me!” You snapped back, surprising him with your offputting attitude. 
“Stop,” Remus interjected, standing up from a broken, dusty bed, just to groan slightly in pain and sit back down. “Shit—. She knows, she knows too much.” His face was bloody, he was wrapped in a yellow blanket, his silver scars peeking through the fabric along with new ones, angry red and still bleeding. 
“Fucking idiot.” James stepped closer, clutching your shoulder. “You ruin everything. You’re so selfish, you are so stupid.” He continued, unloading his anger on you, just like he always did. “Do you know the risk you made us take? Just because of your senseless actions!”
“James.” Remus called him again, this was going too far.
“Remus, he’s right.” Sirius spat, sharing the same venomous look his brother did, nights ago in the Slytherin’s common room. “She knows too much, and if she opens her big, fucking mouth, it would be the end of us.”
“She’s not going to, right?” James pressed, looking at you dead in the eye, you had never seen him this furious before. “She won’t if she knows what’s good. You’re just a self-centred bitch, you can’t stand people having friends right? Just because you’re a loner and no one fucking likes you—”
You slapped him, all across the cheek, knocking off his glasses and successfully shutting him up. Tears ran down your muddy cheeks, this was it, this was your limit.
“Me? Me?!” It was your turn to shout. “Since I met you, you've done nothing but make my life miserable!” Breathing heavily, chest rising with the unpleasant feeling of resentment and rancor. “I did everything! I tried everything for you to like me! I just wanted to be your fucking friend James. I just wanted to fucking be happy, for once!” 
“So you became an animagus, in the ridiculous attempt to join us?” His tone was mocking, the tone every student used to address you. “Pathetic. I would never like you, you’re just a lying snake. You don’t care about us, or my father, your mother is just marrying him for Godric knows what. You would never be part of my family.”
“I fucking hate you!” You stomped your shoe at the creaking wood flooring. “I fucking hate you James, you’re just an arrogant piece of shit! You think everyone likes you, you think you’re the greatest, but no. You are just a pretentious, smug fucking loser. You’re the one who doesn’t belong to Gryffindor, you’re a bigger snake than I would ever be!”
James pushed you, face red with rage. You collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain, from head to toe your body was sore, every inch of skin screamed in agony.
“Take it back.” He demanded, forcing you to look at him. “You think you hate me? Then I hate you ten fucking times more.” He spat. No one uttered a word. “I wish you were dead, I wish my father had never married your golddigger mother. You don’t deserve my last name, my house, anything!”
“Fuck off!” You replied, kicking him, crawlinging backwards, attempting to move away from him. “Get away from me!” His hand yanked your hair, making you sob.
“You’re fucking dead to me. I would never, ever see you as an equal. You’re nothing, you’re useless. Everything everyone says in school is true. You’re nothing more than a pathetic mistake, and you dare to call me a loser? At least I have friends.” He let go, turning around to pick up his glasses. “Everyone is right; You are just a hindrance. You don’t belong anywhere. 
“One day.” You promised. “One day you will fucking regret those words.”
James laughed, Sirius laughed, Peter was to stunned to speak, and Remus was too tired to even think properly, besides, this wasn’t his battle. Nor of Sirius, or Peter.
In the end, it was always, only you.
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yearningaces · 3 months
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Surprise surprise I love Baldurs Gate 3
Officially, I adore Gale and Karlach the most. But of course, our resident Vampiric bastard has wormed his way into my heart.
Today though, idk if I'm pleased or shocked to say a one off conversation with Astarion at the beginning of the game has made me question my gender as it is.
I was playing a male dragonborn durge (fav option so far but I only did fem/neutral pronouns in my last 2 playthroughs.) And when Astarion talks about death options if you turn into a mind flayer, you can ask how he wants you to kill him. He says he'd like to see you try, "my dear". If you have a male tav/durge. He says "my boy"
I sat staring at my computer for ten minutes because it was such a casual delivery and it made me feel many things I wasn't prepared to feel
So have my written rendition of that scenario
Talks of gender- reader is described as female at birth while looking more masculine but uncaring of gender with a revelation over how nice it is to be referred to with male pronouns
Reader beyond that isn't described at all
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"Oh, my boy, I'd like to see you try."
One comment from your newest traveling companion was all it took to send your mind spiralling. The pale elf had struck you up with a conversation about how best to kill you should the tadpole take effect and turn you into a mind flayer.
An amusing topic if the risk of reality didn't exist. Only once you questioned how he'd prefer you kill him should the scenario take place for him instead, his remark left you frozen in place.
Not fear, nor anger, but a state of shock over a term. 'My Boy.'
Truly you never looked feminine, that was a simple fact. But you were born with a girls body. With a longstanding confusion in regards to gender, evolving to acceptance of the fact that you held no care for how you were referred to, or with what pronouns, obviously you were open to most any. But those who'd known you knew your biological gender, and referred to you strictly as such- even when you'd say they could refer to you as any and all of them.
Astarion, as he'd just met you and had only seen you in bulky armor- didn't know of the biological gender and took a well given assumption. And the assumption being used so casually, even if slightly mocking set your mind into a silent frenzy of questioning and wonder as to why it sounded so right...
After a few moments of you staring like a deer in the headlights at the rogue, he tilted his head- not in concern, but confusion. Surely such a remark hasn't frightened you that badly? Not after the battle prowess he'd seen in you, hence his newfound decision to be on your good side. After all, a good meat shield went far in many a scenario.
"Ah, dear boy, don't tell me you've gone shy now?" His voice rings out with an impish grin, both amused, and curious as his hands gesture out to you. Such curiosity grows all the more when your gaze becomes all the more startled.
How intriguing...
After another moment, you take a breath, calming what little you could of your racing mind. "Astarion-"
The elf's grin grew as his hands clasped behind his back, almost innocent in posture if not for the expression he wore, amused and entertained at your sudden state of being despite not knowing the cause. "Yes, darling?"
Your voice faltered, you could say you're technically a girl, but that it was interesting being referred to as a boy... Or you could say nothing and experiment with letting someone refer to you as such for however long you'd like.
After another moment of silent pondering, you make your decision. "Nothing, you've just given me something to think about." A vague answer, yet an honest one.
Regardless, Astarion's prior amusement morphs into pure curiosity. "Oh? Do tell, now you have me intrigued." His hand rests on his cheek as though listening to the newest gossip.
You watch his red eyes focus more intently, never one to ignore something someone is hesitant to say. With a sigh, you decide it's probably harmless, not a big ordeal truly. Taking a deep breath, you speak. "I've hardly ever given two shits about gender, but you just called me a boy."
The pale elf tilts his head, the slightest hint of confusion forming in his eyes before it's masked once more, a minute weakness scarcely shown. "Yes, I did didn't I? That is what you are, is it not?"
His question send a surprisingly delightful jolt through your heart. More emotions to unpack at a later time. For now, you remained as collected as you could, which was very little given sudden realizations. "Yes and no? I do not care for gender nor it's presentation, I've always said any could refer to me however they please... But I've almost exclusively been referred to with feminine terms, despite my appearance simply due to the circumstances of my birth... You have been the first to refer to me as anything else." The facts are easy to state, the emotions? Not so much "It... Has given me much to think of -a welcome reprieve of only thinking of these blasted tadpoles- but not one I was expecting to have to negate through."
Through the explanation though, Astarion's expression has morphed slightly less the usual impish grin, and something more patient. There's little understanding in his eyes, but even he can tell this is important, not something to be mocked... yet. "Well, if it's all the same to you, I'll continue to refer to you as such until you say otherwise or have figured out this little conundrum of yours."
It's really as understanding as your newest companion has ever been, even if only slightly so. But from what little you've spoken to him, you can tell he's being sincere. It's nice, in a way. No huge reaction, but a simple one that still shows acceptance and support. How perfectly fit for the rogue you know so little about no matter how much he talks. "I'd appreciate it. I think it'll help hearing that until I can figure everything out... Thank you."
"But of course, dear boy-" Astarion, in true eccentric fashion, bows, arms held out to the side for just a moment until he rises again with the return of his usual grin. "What ever else is good company for?"
It's not a reveal of your deepest yearnings, it's no grand acceptance and celebration for the discovery of someone's truest or newest self, but it's your first moment of knowing there's something more to yourself. It's an unspoken acceptance from someone who will over time grow to mean so much to you, even if you don't know it yet.
It's little, only a moment.
But it's more than enough.
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angel-of-the-moons · 4 months
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fluff/smut whatever genre tbh for reader w an extremely painful period w pav plz
Geez, I get these like all the time, it really saps the energy out of you! 😩
Petals
Pavitr x Fem!Reader
(Pavitr and Reader are obviously adults in this too, before another anon comes screaming into my inbox about this)
TW/CW: Blood, Period, Pains and things related to that so if that makes ya uncomfortable, you don't gotta read it!
A/N: Asdfghjkl I'm just coming out of mine myself and aaaaaa it suckkksss
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Pavitr knew something was up when he left for work this morning. He noticed when you got out of bed, and didn't leave the bathroom. He thought that maybe you were sick, hence the obvious sounds of you vomiting.
So, on his way back home that evening, he went to the nearest drug store. The little older lady who ran the counter merely looked at Pavitr with confusion at his change in demeanor.
"Oh, dear! What's wrong, Pavitr?" She asked him, adjusting her thick glasses.
"Oh! My girlfriend isn't feeling too good today, so I thought I'd get her favorite snacks to cheer her up!" He replied with a small wave.
The little old lady's brow furrowed and she tilted her head. "What exactly is wrong with her?"
"She's throwing up, achy, says she has a migraine..."
"Sweetie, did you ask her if she's on her period?"
Pavitr blinked. Once, twice. The silence was awkward and had the woman giggling.
You'd only been living together for a few weeks. The thought of you on your period hadn't even crossed his mind whatsoever. In fact, he felt horrible for not even considering it in the first place!
He gasped, rushing up to the counter and leaning over it. "Help what do I get her I don't know what to do!"
"There there, sweetheart." She giggled hysterically, patting one of his hands with her wrinkled fingers.
She hopped down off of her chair behind the counter and waddled along, helping him through the store and bringing him to the feminine hygiene section. "Here, look through these. Someone on their period is always thankful for someone getting them more stock of their supplies!"
"Thank you!" Pavitr chirped, immediately going into shopping mode, scrutinizing everything he thought you might need.
Once he was done, he had whole armfuls of various products, as well as snacks, some painkillers, and drinks, stacking all the way up to his chin.
"Kay! I think I got everything!" He said, setting everything down onto the counter.
The older woman, Sasha, laughed, clapping her hands. "It seems you do have everything! You practically bought my whole store!"
Pavitr's face flushed with embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I... Just wanted to be sure, so..."
"Oh, no, don't feel bad! It's so sweet to see you caring so much about your girlfriend, dear! She's so lucky to have you." She said, ringing up all of the purchases.
Once Pavitr had paid, he had two fat plastic bags to carry, and a big grin on his face as he bid Sasha farewell and left.
Back to home, back to you.
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When he found you, you were curled up on your side on the fetal position, huddling around one of your reheatable packs as you shivered.
Pavitr frowned, reaching out to you. But, if you were asleep...
He smiled when he got a good idea.
He immediately ran into the bathroom, putting the potpourri in the little artistic basket in the corner of the counter--your favourite. A sweet, spicy scent with a hint of orange and cherry.
He stocked the fresh painkillers and put them in the mirror, then placed your snacks neatly on the stool next to the rim of the tub, and placed the drink he got you alongside them.
"Pavitr?"
The way your voice was groggy and laced with pain made his soft sweetheart of a heart do a flip-flop.
"In the bathroom!" He said, getting up and turning around.
He made it to the door in time to see you halfway over to him, the hot pack no longer warm, but you still clutched it against your abdomen in pain.
Pavitr smiled sweetly and leaned in to kiss your forehead, "C'mon, get undressed and get in the bath, okay?"
"Pav..."
He brought his hands together in a plea. "Please please please! I set it up and everything!"
You couldn't help but smile at him, and relent.
And when you saw the little surprise he had for you (complete with several different kinds of tampons and pads, even if they weren't the right sizes you needed) you felt your heart do a little squeeze in your chest.
Pavitr looked proud as can be as he beamed at you, practically bouncing on his heels in excitement as you stepped into the bathroom.
"I figured this might help you! You know, a nice hot bath or a shower, your favorite snacks..."
You leaned in and rested your forehead against his.
"Thank you, Pav."
"Anything for my best girl! C'mon! Let's get you in the bath!"
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Pavitr used the removable showerhead and ran it over your back and down your front, the water at the right temperature the whole time as you relaxed in the deep tub, allowing Pavitr to wash your back as he pampered you. But when he tried to wash your front, you stopped him.
He frowned like a sad puppy. "What's wrong?"
"Ah... My breasts are really sore right now... And the water..." You mumble.
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Oh! I didn't know! Okay, I'll be more careful."
He set to humming a song as he handed you the showerhead, resting it over your shoulder so the hot water could run down your body without splashing all over the place.
You looked up at Pavitr (he was so sweet to have gotten you a bath pillow as well!) and he looked back down at you with a soft, warm smile.
"You okay, babe?" Pavitr smiled.
"Yeah. You're just such a squishy goober." You giggle, reaching up to brush your thumb against his cheekbone.
"I might be a squishy goober, but I'm your squishy goober!" He replied, waggling his eyebrows at you.
"Yes, you definitely are." You sigh up at him.
Yeah. Life was good.
Despite the horrible cramps that decided to ruin this loving little moment between you two.
"Ah! I got you more painkillers!" Pavitr said, rushing to the bathroom mirror.
"I love you." You hissed through gritted teeth as the pain rippled through you, sending your tummy into an upset.
Pavitr looked over his shoulder at you, grinning widely.
"I know. Love you, too!"
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msallurea · 5 days
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🌸 Astrology Fun 🌸
Who is my husband?
This is just something small and I'd love opinions on it and let me know how well I did. I'll also be doing a mini astrology series for myself to build my aesthetic as part of a new series I'm doing for me on my other account @allureasdiary. Any who let's get this show on the road (p.s I am still on hiatus but I couldn't quit thinking about doing this for me)
Jupiter
This is a planet that nit only shows expansion but also can symbolize the husband. So first we're gonna look at my natal chart.
1. I have jupiter Scorpio in 14°(taurus degree) 1st house since I'm a Scorpio ascendant. My husband may have Scorpio, taurus and/or Aries placements.
2. My jupiter persona chart I have jupiter 26° (taurus degree) 2nd house. Once again my husband may have Scorpio and/or taurus placements. I have a heavy 2nd house stellium in my jupiter persona chart as well with the sun, Mars, venus, mercury and jupiter all there.
3. In my jupiter persona chart I have groom asteroid in leo 23° (aquarius degree) in 11th house. My husband may also have leo and aquarius/Uranus placements.
4. Ironically my groom asteroid squares jupiter in my jupiter pc, trines my pluto in jupiter pc and conjunct my saturn in jupiter pc. My groom asteroid also sextile my libra ascendant in jupiter pc. (If anyone knows, I'd love interpretation on this part).
Groom asteroid
The groom asteroid is exactly as its name, it gives insight on who your groom/husband may be.
1. My groom in my natal is in cancer 29° (leo degree) 9th house. My husband may have cancer, leo or Sagittarius placements. Also I may potentially meet my husband somewhere of higher education like college or somewhere out of my homeland. He also may be foreign since 9th house is travel (hence Sagittarius and jupiter).
2. In my groom asteroid persona chart, the rising is Scorpio 18° (virgo degree). My husband may have Scorpio and/or virgo placements. I also have moon scorpio 5° in 1st house in groom persona chart so he may also have cancer placements, Aries placements and/or once again leo placements.
3. The sun in my groom pc is cancer 29° 9th house just like how it is in my natal chart. So he will probably have cancer, leo and/or Sagittarius placements.
3. The groom asteroid in my groom gc is in virgo 25° (Aries degree) 11th house. My husband may have placements of virgo, Aries and/or aquarius/Uranus.
4. The venus in my groom pc is in virgo 2° (taurus degree) 11th house. My husband may be a romantic lover since taurus is a venus sign,he may be someone who uses words of affirmations as showing love since virgo is a mercurial sign. He may also carry slightly more feminine energy or may attract feminine/female friends. We could also potentially meet through friends and/or online. I think 2° is a wealth degree so he may also get rich and/or be wealthy through networking since 11th house = socials, networks, connections, etc.
5. My MC in groom pc is in leo 24° (pisces degree) he may possibly be a very artistic husband. He can have a job such as painter, model, entertainer, singer, etc. But he may also work with children or be around children alot so maybe a teacher of some sort.
6. My 7th house in groom pc has taurus with Mars in taurus 19° (libra degree) over it. Mars rules sex appeal so he may be a very sensually appealing person. Taurus also rules over neck so he may have a very sensual voice of some sort, the pluto in my groom pc also falls in 2nd house so this adds to my theory. Jupiter also falls in 2nd house so he may have a foreign sound to his voice maybe an accent or certain dialect. Ironically in my natal chart I have taurus 7th house but I have no planets there LMAO. Also the mercury in groom pc is in cancer 9° so his voice may be soft and/or gentle since mercury can rule over voice.
7. My groom pc has a few fame degrees with the cancer sun being in 29° which is ruled by leo and means long term fame but it is also a karmic degree. The groom pc has Leo MC. The moon is in Scorpio 5° which also indicates fame tho short term and since it falls in 1st house his beauty could be what makes him famous. The Juno in groom pc is in libra 17° which is also ruled by leo like the other 2 degrees and it falls in 12th house, the 17° also equates long term fame. The cancer vertex in groom pc is in 11° which rules over Socialite/influencer kind of fame so he may be a influencer of some sort in cancerian things (all theory).
Vertex persona chart
Finally for the vertex, some people say this are things that may be fated to happen.
1. My groom asteroid in vertex pc is in virgo 17° 2nd house. He may have Virgo, taurus and/or leo placements. Also may be famous.
I'm well aware aspects matter for all of these but I'm not 100% comfortable showing my birth charts to everyone. If you are good at interpretations I will send them to u to gain some insight. Other than that, that's all darlings 🌸🌸🌸
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Hello love<3 Can you pls write headcanons about sf9 reactions to their gfs being so sexy in lingerie? Extra bonus spicy scenes are welcome 🫣 Btw I really love your hcs about them<3 and I visit to your page once a day 💀 TOUCHING GRASS NOISES***
Hello, babe! Thank you so much for enjoying my fics <3 Also, this is coming out on February 14th so
Happy valentine's!
SF9 reaction to sexy lingerie
author's note: I'm also giving headcanons of what kind of lingerie they like the best.
soft smut content under the cut
➹Youngbin: tiny white lingerie that highlights your breasts. delicate flowery patterns mixed with see-through in the right places get all his attention.
"You're so perfect. Fuck, I can't stop looking at you." Youngbin is visibly overwhelmed by your looks. His jaw dropped as soon as you met him nearly naked in the living room by surprise.
You chuckle wondering if he would not come closer and grab you. But he indeed cannot get enough of how stunning you look.
"I'm so lucky" he hissed walking slowly toward you. His warm hands land around your sides, his thumbs smoothly tracing the cups of your bra while he stares at you like an idiot. An idiot who is about to wreck you with your thongs still on and your breasts escaping from your bra. But firstly, he squished your breasts together and kissed the exposed part with devotion.
➹Inseong: why do I feel like he enjoys highly feminine and quite showy lingerie? Who knows. That's it. red and pastel pink are his favorite colors.
You made sure that your garter belts were peeking out your skirt when you crossed your legs next to him on the Uber. At first, he could not do more than gasp at your teasing. He was so shocked about you being in such garments the entire night without him noticing.
"Do you like it?" you asked covering your thighs now that he was aware.
"Are you kidding me?" he replied with a cocky smile and landed his hand on top of yours. His mouth came closer to your ear so he could whisper. "I love your little surprises, baddie. Can't wait to see more of that and then undress you"
➹Jaeyoon: anything he can toy with. The colors aren't important, but the texture is, hence detailed lace is the best idea.
"Can you feel it?" he verbalized all of a sudden. His fingertips were delicately exploring the fibers of the fabric that covered your breasts. He looked curious, amazed and mischievous all at the same time.
"It tickles a little but in a good way" you explained arching your back out of the bed. You glanced at his chest and checked at his perky nipples, and so were yours. You could feel them almost piercing a hole on the bralette.
Jaeyoon got more excited at the image of you stretching in front of him, his girl was getting impatient and he liked that. You watched as he leaned down to spread kisses on the region of your ribs. His lips were hot and noisy making you automatically close your eyes in bliss.
➹Dawon: The most discreet the best. His eyes appreciate simple sets made of mesh. For the colors, black or pastel purple.
He could not stop smiling with you grabbing him so tightly from behind. "You're so cuddly today, doll. I love it" You laughed and he consequently lifted an eyebrow.
"Since you are in a cute mood today, I'm changing my mind" you teased, sliding your hands out of him but purposely scratching his abdomen through his shirt.
"Wait! What? I'm not really cute!" he collected one of your hands and settled it on his chest.
"In this case..." you voiced low. "Turn around and look at me"
He moved the quickest he could just to find you showing a peek of your bra and asking with your eyes if he liked that. "You have been shopping without me, huh? I love it, show me more."
➹Zuho: He prefers something expensive but not showy. Small thongs under a see-through babydoll are a great option.
All your shyness got vanished with his excitement. He gifted you with that lingerie set a week ago but you were not sure about how you would look in it. "Baby, you look stunning. Come here."
You stopped in front of him and fixed your hair still surprised at his reaction. His smile was so open and bright, he repeated those sounds of surprise "wow" until he finally motioned you to sit on him.
"Godammit, I need to kiss you" his hands did not stop feeling the thin fabric that wrapped your skin while he kissed you hungrily. He was pretty lost, split between having you ride him in that garment or eating you out with your panties pulled aside.
➹Rowoon: classic lingeries in mature colors, either white (off-white) or black. He loves when you open your silk robe and show what you chose for him
"Stop treating me like a prince or I will believe I am one" he whispered with a playful smile and lifted your face by the chin.
You lingered your gaze on his face, lazily sliding it from his passionate eyes to his nose and lips. The rope barely hung on your upper arms. It was about to drop and leave you only in your new lingerie.
"You really act like a real princess" he mumbled getting high by your provocative manners.
"You spoil me every day. I'm just wearing fancy underwear for you"
Seokwoo made a minimal move just to get rid of the robe. It graciously pooled on the floor, around your bare feet. "oops" He lifted you in his arms in one go.
➹Yoo Taeyang: It's not the first time I talk about lingerie and Tae. He likes cute little ones. Pastel colors and thin straps.
You whined out his name once he reached his hand behind you to open the clasp of your bra.
"What is this, sweetheart?" he worried.
"You're undressing me too soon" you explained pulling his hand back to your waist and changing your tone to soothe his preoccupation.
"Oh, girl" he chuckled throwing his head back. He was flooded with amusement and eagerness, both caused by your small lingerie. "Maybe you should tie me up"
You lifted an eyebrow at the idea and immediately moved his hands behind his torso, holding him by the writs. Your lips got dangerously close to his chest and you had to pepper kisses on it.
➹Hwiyoung: his obsession with black lingerie is unhealthy. You sitting in his bed in a black set and distracted is the death of him.
You looked serious, your eyes just moved up once he showed up at the doorframe. "Finally"
"I know. I took so damn long" he agreed, slicking his hair back and eyeing you up from the distance. "I thought I would meet you already playing by yourself"
You laughed and shifted a bit, a hint that you were about to get up.
"No, stay there. Let me look at you more. Just a little more" he gasped. His face and even his posture gave you clear signs that he needed to touch you but the view was too addictive.
➹Chani: Similar to Jaeyoon, the lingerie color does not matter. This guy loves thigh highs and see-through bras
He looked muddled, mouth hanging open and eyes shifting from your breasts to your thighs.
"Chani, my darling, you look so lost."
He made an effort to focus on your face and replied "indeed, that's all your fault so come here and sit on my lap, you bad girl." he patted his own thigh and spread his legs open.
You almost shook your head no just to tease him but held it back. You walked slowly toward him instead and sat bending your legs on top of the couch. Chani captured your lips in his right away letting his hands wander all over your body. One of your breasts got completely exposed to the cool air but you were too carried away to think about it.
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Author note: my dear follower, what do you wanna wear tonight? 😚
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Chapter 1 - Kidnapped by The Hero
Contents (Warnings/Mild spoilers): Introducing Matchbook and how he became a sidekick to one of the strongest heros in the world... (Unwilling prey, willing pred, observer, safe soft vore, goofy shenanigans)
Wordcount: 2,500+
Side note: ENJOY!
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No one knows how or why, but one day, everyone gained unique powers or appearances. Some believed it was the next step in evolution, others that it was a lab experiment gone wrong and spread through people like a virus, the result of aliens, meteors, and gods. The theories were endless. 
And whatever caused it sent the world into chaos. It took so long to get where we were now...still filled with turmoil, yet we at least had great and mighty heroes watching over the city. They saved us when regular officials like police, firefighters, and others couldn't. 
And I-
"Hey, Matchbook, can you give me a light before you go?" His coworker held out his cigarette.
Match sighed. This one was the fifth he was asked to light today, "Sure."
He snapped his fingers. It created a small flame at the end of Match's middle finger. He tipped it forward to light the cancer stick.
His coworker raised a brow suspiciously at the gesture and chuckled. It was the easiest finger to light.
It'd light the tip like a match. He technically could do any of his fingers as long as he could snap them. Hence the name, Matchbook.
He couldn't make his flames any bigger unless they caught something, and once they caught onto something else, he no longer controlled them.
The caramel brown-haired male shook his hand a few times. He felt blessed he could put it out and that his body was fireproof. Something he found out the fun way when his youngest sister, a fire-breather, sneezed and caught his clothes on fire.
He walked along the sidewalk. A few construction specialists worked on the richer buildings destroyed during a villain attack.
It took him an hour before he saw his apartment complex in sight. If he had his ride, it would have been faster. Though his bike ended up a snack for a jelly villain, he waited on the collateral claim to go through for a replacement. I wish I lived closer to the sandwich shop. 
Match had worked there for a year now and though it was mindless work, he loved the simplicity of it. An easy and calm system that gave him plenty of time to think about-
"HEY!"
The feminine voice shouted from behind him. He opened his mouth to respond, yet the RuuMmbBBleEe of the destruction nearby made him shut his mouth back up. He picked up the pace subtly. He wanted to pretend he didn't hear them.
"HEY, SIR!"
Sir. I'm barely 20. 
A hand firmly gripped Match's arm.
He turned himself around and was almost face-to-face with a woman. She was a little shorter than himself. Up close, he could hear her huffing, her collar was loose, and she was clearly sweating with her blonde bob haircut sticking to her forehead.
Did she just run a marathon? Was she chasing me this whole time?
He noticed the notepad in her hand. She smiled at me. A spark of determination glistened in ruby-red eyes.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
She nodded and held up her notepad, "sorry to bother you, sir." Do I really look that old?! We look about the same age. "I wanted to know, have you see The Hero?"
"Which one?" He asked. I don't see why I said which one. I hadn't seen a single one today.
She shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose, "this always happens. Why would he pick such a stupid name?" She let her hand fall and repeated her question. "The Hero is their superhero name." She started to do a heroic pose. It allowed me to see her muscles past her rolled-up sleeves. She looks in pretty good shape for a journalist. If that's what she is. 
"He's one of the strongest in the world, the one who..." she curled her fist and shook it up at the sky, "SOMEHOW HAS A NONEXISTENT BACKSTORY AND REFUSES TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT."
"Do you have a vendetta against-"
"YES." She held up her notepad, "I have been chasing that idiot all over the city! I know he's around here somewhere. So again, have you-" There was another loud bang, and they could see the furrow of smoke. It looked and sounded closer. "seen him?"
Her attention looked drawn to the smoke. He assumed she might start running toward it if he said no.
She's going to get herself hurt, isn't she... He shook his head, "I haven't. It does sound like you should get to a shelter, though." If she's willing to run into danger, she most likely has the power to back herself up.
"No way, it might be linked to the hero!"
He lifted his hand to wave her off, and the next eruption stole his chance. On the fifth floor, overhead, an object crashed straight through the building and into the one next to it. They only partially went through the second building. Instead, it hit the bricks, broke some of them, and landed in the middle of the alley.
Her arm whipped up and clenched around his shirt. She yanked him into her. They both stumbled back to avoid some of the falling pieces of an apartment. They crumbled into the sidewalk where he once stood. Their dust exploded out and near his running shoes. That wouldn't have been a good trip to the hospital. 
The few people on the streets started to scatter. Match went to take off too. He also expected the woman to evacuate and noticed she didn't follow him.
He slowed down, "Hey, we got to get to a shelter. Let a hero handle it!"
She squinted, fascinated with the alley. She pulled me out of the way. He whipped his head back to her.
"Which hero is that?" Match heard her whisper as he got close. He went to reach for her himself. His eyes suddenly tracked an object darting at them, or more so, a person wearing a torn wrestling uniform with a cape.
The being tackled by the woman before Match reached her. They tackled her into the street, and she whined out.
Match turned his head to see the man over her. His muscles looked to grow.
He cackled as she twisted in his grasp. "Give up, little girl, you're gonna be my hostage," the hefty man in the skin-tight wrestling leotard started to lean toward her face.
I can't fight him. He's huge. He looks like he could bench me. He tensed up as he heard a faint whistle behind him. Is that another villain? He didn't want to turn around and find out. If anything, he wanted to leave her.
I don't know her. He snapped his fingers and went to the villain's back while distracted by the woman. He put the tiny flame on the villain's black cape until it caught fire.
He threw himself back and shouted, "OH NO, Your cape's on fire!"
The villain's attention was pulled from the woman and to the flames that spread up most of his cape. It allowed the journalist to finally land a solid blow to his crotch.
The man hollered out, weakly undoing his cape while he rolled on the ground. Ouch. The whistling got louder, and Match ran to her, "Come on!"
He grabbed her wrist and did not expect the man to get up quickly, "YOU BRAT'S!" He shouted from behind. They barely started running, and the man was up and after them.
His feet pounding on the streets, he got bigger and bigger like he fed off their fear. And Match had a ton of it.
"TO YOUR RIGHT!" A voice yelled. Another being slammed into the concrete, seemingly face-first into the road. The three of them stopped including the villain. The helmet-clad individual in full black stumbled up, his costume snug, showing off his toned shape, rippled with strength.
He also stood much taller than the average Hero, the size of most villains. He dusted off the visor of his helmet. It was unscathed from the fall. His mouth was uncovered. He walked to them calmly.
"Are you two alright?" His voice carried sweetly to their ears. He held as much care as a grandma wondering if they were well-fed.
Match nodded.
The woman said, "The Hero, I need to talk to you." She went to him, and his face grimaced. As much as Match could tell with his mouth.
The villain's arm wrapped around Match's neck. "You-you stay back." It didn't seem as strong as before. "I'll kill him."
The Hero held his hands up. "Put him down; he's not involved."
Match snapped his fingers again and put the flame to the man's arm. He cried out at the heat and dropped him. And in that second, The Hero grabbed Match and moved him to the sidewalk out of the street.
"Is your throat okay?"
Match rubbed it while the man didn't squeeze too hard. "I'm okay."
Though, Match saw The Hero's attention was elsewhere. The man had gotten skinnier; his outfit barely fit.
Suddenly, everything stopped. It was like not a single person's heart took a beat. The Hero walked ahead calmly. Match saw the smile rise on his face. It showed the sharp incisors that normally didn't show when he spoke.
"You've destroyed property, attempted robbery, and now you've threatened a civilian's LIFE." He boomed with laughter when the man tried to move, and he fell back onto his Kester.
"I'm sorry-I'll go quietly."
The Hero grabbed his helmet and took it off. It bounced on the floor like a toy, and increased in size.
Match watched, seeing the blue of his eyes bursting with hunger and excitement.
The fear-stricken villain stumbled to get to his feet, and all The Hero did was sway like a drunkard.
"You will go," his hand reached out and grabbed the loose uniform's front. He yanked up the man with very few muscles left.
His hands pushed weakly, and he couldn't even plead.
Match couldn't turn away. The Hero's mouth opened wide, and he muffled the man's whimpers with his tongue. It twisted partially around the man's head before bringing him inside his mouth.
His mind went blank as he watched the villain flail helplessly in the air, simply nothing more than a bulge traveling further into The Hero. It reminded him of a snake, slowly, surely, and efficiently forcing its prey down their bodies. Except this man was very much alive, it was apparent from every little twinge he saw from The Hero's body's reaction to the slow-growing stomach.
Match didn't know how long he watched. It felt like seconds before there was a final swallow and a satisfied exhale from The Hero. His tongue traced his lips, and he smiled.
He patted his middle, "Secured. I'll take you in soon."
Villains eat people. Not Heroes. He thought. The smiling Hero walked to Match.
The woman's voice interrupted them, "Hey, the hero, YOU'RE GOING TO ANSWER MY QUESTIONS THIS TIME!" She walked up to him even though she was the same height as his thigh and stood back to look at his face without his stomach obscuring her.
He put up his hands and stared down at her the best he could. "I think you have me mistaken for another hero. I'm not the Hero; I'm heroooo."
He's a terrible liar...His thoughts refocused on the giant. How can she talk so close to him like that?! I have never seen HIM eat a villain. Now that he considered it, he rarely saw media of The Hero even though he famously stopped a lot of villains.
"You can't keep avoiding me!" She followed him as he moved again.
He walked until he stood over Match and dropped into a squat, almost tipping from the weight and struggling inside him. Yet he wore a harmless smile.
Match's eyes struggled to stay on Hiro's face. They continued to trail down to the very active gut he sported. There's a living person in there.
"Great job on your heroics! I saw them when I was coming down!" He cheered to Match.
His hand came out the best it could at their distance. He tried to pat Match's head. Rather, he tapped it with his fingertips. "Are you another hero's sidekick in training?"
Why is she okay with that? She's willing to tug on the back of his costume, which doesn't even look stretched with his increased size. Match couldn't find the words quite yet. I've heard about others eating each other but never seen it...
"HELLO?" The Hero waved his hand in front of Match's face. His eyes then widened, "did you get hurt?!"
The concern shoved Match from thought. "N-no," everything The Hero said finally processed fully. "To both questions."
The bright smile widened with childish glee, "THAT'S PERFECT!" He grabbed the front of Match's black graphic T, "I'm in desperate need of a sidekick!" The Hero tugged Match into himself and pressed him close to his side under his arm.
He faced the other way and at least didn't face his abdomen. He could feel it at his hips, though.
"Huh?" Surely he doesn't mean...
He could feel The Hero's body tighten, explicitly the tenseness at his legs, "Stand back, miss." The Hero said to the journalist. She begrudgingly had no choice as he pushed her back.
"HOLD ON, I didn't agree to be your-"
"LET'S GO!" The next thing Matchbook knew was that he was shot upward into the air. It made him scream as they rose higher and higher above the city.
It would have been beautiful if Match didn't have a fear of heights, more specifically, FALLING! Everyone and everything looked so small. Please, please, please PUT ME DOWN NICELY!
Soon, they went out past the docks, finally starting to slow down, but now they were over the water.
"Shoot, I overshot the docks again!"
"Overshot! You can fly!" Match exclaimed.
The Hero laughed, "Ha, you're right!" They started to fall toward the water. "I simply have to remember how I do that again."
"WHAT!" I shouted.
The Hero let Match go from under his arm. It allowed him to fall slower with the push The Hero did.
Match could see the smile that spelled out 'oopsie' moments before The Hero's back struck the water followed by Match.
To Be Continued...eventually.
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this was supposed to be on kanato's bday but here goes nothing~ and yes this is dedicated to @hgug255
BONUS CHAP: hidden in a maze, wrapped around petals (Diabolik Lovers x Game of Thrones AU)
pairing: kanato x maya (my oc) [note: I used Maya's real first name here since it fits the au more]
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King's Landing has been in a festive mode because of the triplets' name days, and what way to celebrate their birth by rejoicing in their glorious feats and proudly speaking of their prowess as Karlheinz's sons?
How ridiculous, Kanato thought sitting by the staircase and watching how these people bark a laugh every now and then and make merry to one another. They did not come for our birthday. They came for the honor of their house and the blessing of our father.
It wasn't anything new for him, to be honest. After all, the three of them never delighted in these occasions. While their parents would force them to greet their guests and exchange a few pleasantries, they would still go on their way to avoid these events as much as possible. And thankfully, Kanato can hide by the staircase to just observe people.
Ever since he got his powers, he's seen everyone's past and future, which caused him anxiety and dread. Hence, he resolved it by sitting in one corner, minding his own business so he could hear no one.
Kanato sighed, his eyes bored, clutching Teddy to his chest and wishing the party would just end so he can lock himself up in his room and take a rest from all these things happening lately around him.
Parties.
War.
Mind games.
Peace treaties.
Deaths.
I've had enough.
"K-Kanato-sama," a feminine voice squeaked in fright, fully aware that the middle triplet was someone you should never bother during events like this.
He sighed in frustration, glaring at the poor maid. Why can't anyone just leave him alone? "What is it?"
"S-Someone left a note for you," the maid explained, handing the piece of paper to him. "S-S-She said you need to read it immediately."
Kanato narrowed his eyes at that, snatching the paper from the maid as she frantically left before he raised hell. Sighing, he unfolded the paper and read the contents, only to be surprised at what he read:
"Meet me at the garden.
- Mariya."
And so he left Teddy by the pillar and rushed towards the castle's garden maze, confused and enthusiastic at the fact that his fiancee decided to meet him in secret. Truth be told, the Feinze clan is notorious for its strict wedding traditions. During the long period of engagement, the bride wasn't allowed to meet the groom outside the Feinze castle premises until they get married. After all, the clan believes that the gods will punish those who defy these traditions.
Hence, Kanato spent his time going back and forth to meet Mariya. They would even go as far as to send each other letters, especially whenever he's travelling somewhere away from King's Landing.
Furthermore, the groom was not allowed to see the face of the bride until the wedding day. That's why whenever he visits her, there would be a silhouette partition separating them from each other.
And to think she went all the way here from the Highgardens to see me. She must be out of her mind, he thought turning on each and every corner of the garden maze to search for any sign of a smaller girl with long hair and pale skin (this was based on how his advisors described her).
Kanato was running out of patience, cursing to himself as to why Mariya made him run all the way here... until he finally saw her.
She was dressed in their usual Eastern gown and robes, her black hair decorated with red camellia ornaments as it flows down her back. There was a crest of the Feinze house on her belt, probably to make him recognize her in one glance. Nonetheless, Mariya was the epitome of a delicate mysterious lady from the Highgardens, donning a mask on her eyes so she would still retain the secret of her identity to Kanato.
Kanato panted for air, trying to catch his breath as he asked, "Why?"
"I..." she started, her cheeks blushing as she tried to find the words, "I wanted to see you—"
"No," he hissed, waving a dismissive hand. He walked towards her, his face inching closer to see the girl behind the mask as she tried to hide it. "I'm well aware of that fact. I wanted to know why."
"'W-Why?'"
"Why did you defy your house to meet me?" he clarified. "Your house is adamant about following the principles of the God of the Light. Yet, here you are sneaking out to meet me," then he muttered the last words, "and on my name day, nonetheless."
There was a momentary silence before she gained the confidence to speak.
"Your letter," she mentioned, remembering how the words seemed so sad and lonely when she read it. "I received your letter about your name day, and you told me no one has ever come for you and your brothers' name days just to see you."
Kanato's eyes widened in realization. A few days ago, he informed her he wouldn't be visiting her for a while because the House Sakamaki is preparing for their 18th name day, and this event was important because it's their second coming-of-age ceremony after joining the war 10 years ago.
And to think she defied her house—and even the gods—just to see me.
Kanato sighed in frustration. This girl will be the death of me. Then he shrugged. Well, she's already here now. Might as well make the most of it.
"Since you're here, I suppose a reward should be in order," he said, forcing himself to look indifferently even though he was quite happy that someone came specifically for him on his birthday. "I'll give you anything you want for today."
Mariya's red eyes widened in astonishment, seemingly anticipating this moment. "Really?"
"Well, hurry up or I'll change my mind."
Mariya thought for a moment since this was a once-in-a-lifetime request. After all, Kanato wasn't the type of person to let people get close easily. He's always wary of them no matter how nice they are.
After a few minutes, Mariya has now determined the reward she wanted from him, inching her face towards him as her eyes closed, sharp inhale of breath, and then time stopped. Everything was a blur as she laid her lips on top of his, quick like a feather brushing his skin. To say Kanato was surprised is an understatement. He was completely frozen at the gesture.
What in heavens—
Mariya pulled away as fast as she could, embarrassed and blushing at the fact that she made the first move. And she was aware it was unbecoming for a princess like her. After all, she is supposed to be wooed, not to woo a boy who is still thinking about a woman he was previously engaged with.
Kanato clicked his tongue in response, the fleeting kiss still reeling in his mind. "Why did you kiss me?" he asked, sounding a bit annoyed even though he wasn't, not even in the slightest.
"Because... you told me you'll give me anything I want today," she reasoned out like it was plain day.
"But you gave me a kiss, remember?"
"It might look like that, but the point is, you gave me a chance."
He raised a brow at that. "A chance for what?"
"I wanted to have a chance to convey my feelings for you," she started to explain. "I know your mind and heart still belongs to Lady Krestenne," her heart felt like a hard lump at that, "but I wanted you to know that someone attended your name day because they have sworn affection for you, not because you bear your house's name."
There was sincerity and clarity in her words, taking Kanato in a trance of realization.
She embodied the meaning of her name.
True love.
Ah, no wonder why. It fits her perfectly.
"I-Is that okay? Or... was it too forward of me?" Mariya started to panic, thinking things would not end well, and her engagement with the middle triplet might get called off. "I'm so—"
"... enough."
"Eh?"
He stared through her deeply, snaking an arm around her waist and placing one hand on her cheek. She was startled at the contact that she instantly held on his shoulders (soon, she will scold herself for this lack of tact).
"It's not enough."
And he kissed her deeply, memorizing her taste and how their lips molded against each other. His tongue would tease her every now and then, savoring the sweet moment of this bliss they call "love." Kanato knew this was the thing he had wanted for so long.
True, he used to go after Krestenne as she was his first bethroted. But that was then, and this is now. Now is when he was kissing the life out of Mariya.
But Mariya wasn't as experienced as him, trying to regain her breathing, but every time she would pull away, Kanato will just keep coming back for her taste.
More.
His arms are now around her waist as she tangles her fingers in his hair.
MORE.
His lips move down from her lips to her chin, peppering her skin with kisses until his breath ghosted her neck.
MORE.
And ever slowly, Mariya felt his fingers trying to undo the ribbons of her belt, which compelled her to gently push him away and prevent things from going further. There was a dazed and confused look on his face, questioning her motives.
"I... I wanted this as much as you do," she clarified, composing herself despite being a blushing mess. "But... I think this is not the right time."
Kanato was about to retort a childish spat until he finally understood what she meant.
Her family must be looking for her now.
He sighed in frustration. "I'll be visiting you again after a few days."
She nodded, gently taking his hand in hers as she kissed his cheek. "I hope you enjoyed your name day today."
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"Oh, Kanato-kun, there you are!" Laito greeted from their shared study room. It has become a habit of the triplets to gather there, especially during big events. "But where have you been though?"
Ayato looked annoyed though, observing as the middle triplet walked towards them like he had done nothing wrong. There was something weird because Ayato saw Teddy by the pillar earlier and Kanato returned from the opposite direction of the hallway.
"The old hag was pissed though, looking everywhere for you so you can grant the guests a song," he informed. "You're lucky 'cause Gramps had to cover for ya."
"Ayato-kun's right, Kanato-kun," Laito chided, looking mischievous as usual so he can get information about his previous whereabouts. "You should thank old Gramps there or you might be in trouble."
"There's no need to worry. I just went somewhere to talk to someone," Kanato explained, not bothering to fill any missing details lest he wanted other people to find out about him and Mariya breaking the strict wedding rules.
"'Someone?'" Laito repeated, aware that their brother is not someone who makes friends that easily. "Is that person a friend?"
Ayato chuckled. "Don't tell me you went out your way here just to get your gift?"
Kanato smirked at him, hugging Teddy close to his chest. "I did."
Both brothers were surprised at that. "Did you like the gift? Laito asked.
Kanato nodded in delight. "Very, very much."
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exsqueezememacaroni · 9 months
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Ok, I can't quite explain it, but there is a funny dynamic at Tomahawk shows...
Mike wrote and sings lyrics that are quite frankly super fucked up, but because it's Mike, they're just...not at all threatening, right? We all know this. But, BUT, I don't trust a single fucker (especially dudes) in that audience that are singing along at the top of their lungs, thinking they're entitled to those same lyrics. And I don't think Mike trusts a lot of them either...hence the heckling from his side and his outfits varying from cop/security (I'll keep you in line fucker) to femme (I'm here to receive the threat reflected from the crowd), and even some of the cover songs chosen for the first tour - angel eyes (sung in a super high pitched feminine voice) and violence (it's the only thing that'll make you see sense).
Ya feel me? And I imagine to some extent that has always been the dynamic between Mike and the audience, but it is just so big for Tomahawk.
Edit: and yes, I think he really has put that much thought into it himself
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ally-holmes · 5 months
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Day 20 of the 30-day short story challenge
Today's prompt was crown and for that, I rescued my fic "A Deal with Hades" and added a little extra. Fandom: The Almighty Johnsons. Pairing: Anders Johnson x Fem!Hades. Words: 912. CW: natural death/afterlife
Here it goes:
Deep inside Anders would've liked there was rain. Something to accompany his own gloomy mood.
The graveyard was quiet and sunny. Anders hated it.
He tore his eyes from the closed coffin and glanced at the crowd. That was quite a gathering. In the end, his younger brother lived a long, fulfilling life next to Gaia and was always accompanied by his best friend Zeb. Anders was certain there had always been some sarcastic joke around Axl's titanic height compared with his three brothers, but at that moment he was unable to catch it.
Axl's large frame was resting inside the coffin. His children and grandchildren were there to say his last goodbyes. Gaia cried silently in Zeb's embrace. Friends and colleagues also came to pay their respects. As well as Mike's and Ty's children and grandchildren. Odin gracious, Ty and Dawn brought into this world no less than six children!!
Ander's eyes abandoned the wrinkled faces of those adults who were once small helpless babies crying in his arms and diverted his attention to the gravestones next to Axl's. Olaf, Mike, and Ty were already three feet under. Hanna and Dawn as well. Time had passed way too violently for his taste.
A warm soft hand slipped under his and the intrusion was welcomed. He had always felt calm and loved with Aïdi's attentions.
Due to his new status as the god of Persuasion, guaranteed by Hades after their deal, Anders was immortal, and as such he'd been fake-aging next to his wife not wanting to awaken suspicions over their nature. Anders had awaited for the precise moment to leave the mortal realm and move to the Netherworld with Aïdi… with Hades.
Now was the time.
No matter how much he loved his brothers' children and grandchildren, they were not his brothers. Only in his hands was the possibility of spending time with them now that they had passed away, and he was not going to accomplish it on Earth.
"I'm ready." Hades kissed him on the shoulder to his statement.
The first thing Anders did after seeing Hades' palace for the first time was to steady himself seeing as his knees became weak. The palace was stunning and luxurious, filled with the blue aura provided by the fire of life. Aïdi was in full Hades mode, and that turned him on to no end. As a god, she was taller than as a human, her skin was bluish and her hair floated over her head in blue flames. Those intense white eyes were Anders' perdition.
Evidently, they Christianized the palace in a sexy way; although Anders found it difficult to voice that term out loud. He would never forget that he was married to a fucking god whose job was to care for the dead and the Netherworld.
Time there passed differently than on Earth and before he knew it, Hades informed him that Gaia and Zeb had also passed away. Suddenly it was time to do the coronation ceremony. He'd married Hades in the mortal realm on mortal terms, but also signed one of Hades' famous contracts that trespassed spheres. The only detail to tie it down was his position in the netherworld.
The likeness in terms of title between both planes was uncanny. Hades was king, lord, and maximized authority in the Netherworld. Nowadays not even Zeus can depose Hades from her realm. One might think that terms such as king, lord, or god are male ones for someone using feminine pronouns, but let us remember that Hades existed before humanity, before language itself. Hence the improbability of finding a proper term to name someone like her. Thus, as Hades was king, Anders was bound to be the king's consort.
Such a ceremony had never been performed in the netherworld, but it was huge for being labeled as an intimate one. None of Hades' family crawled down from Mount Olympus to take a peak of the human she had transformed into a god. Anubis did come, however, and it was the first time Anders' had felt true honest fear. That jackal head!!! Those fangs!!!
On the other hand, Anders' granddad and brothers were there hand in hand with their wives (plus Zeb). It had been the first time they had traveled from the Kiwi death realm to this one and they did it with the same appearance as when they were still gods. Axl, who had suffered from chronic pain in his last years, was the one enjoying the arrangement the most.
The ceremony went smoothly and by the end of it, he was dressed in a tailored black suit with a navy blue tie, a blue-flame lapel pin, and a silver crown. It wasn't as gorgeous as Hades' but it was still encouraging.
Hades had always been fond of guests and so she prolonged the Johnsons' stay in her palace for Anders' peace of mind.
Ty mocked him about his crown. Dawn wanted to try it out whilst Anubis' cats surrounded her mewing for pets. Mike looked at him proud-like, which was unnerving. Olaf never gave up his mystic quotes and high poetry as he intended to give Anders some advice. Axl just hugged him multiple times as if wanting to remind Anders that he was loved and missed.
The crown was supposed to be heavy with the weight of responsibility, yet it felt light as if he could finally breathe and be himself for all eternity. 
The end.
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Please, welcome Avril's nurse companion and legal guardian the world of Twisted Wonderland! Chiyu Tadashi, the nurse of Night Raven College!
Fun fact about his creation, I went to my local Daiso one day to grab some stuff, and they had this Baymax drawstring which I purchased because I didn't need it...but I wanted it, and so because of that bag I made Chiyu which is the dumbest piece of inspiration but hey...We got a pretty doctor so I'm not complaining. When I drew him, I was so happy with it, including the eyes which were magnificent! I always pictured him with red and purple eyes and those colors complimented each other so well for him. I didn't need the white light in the eyes you would see in anime because of the yellow with the add mode in them...funny enough Chiyu took 40 hours while Avril took almost 100 hours to complete.
I also experimented with Chiyu's design and got three versions of him. The first one above is the current Chiyu.
This one is of Chiyu if he had his original hair color (no, Chiyu's hair wasn't white at first, but his eyes have always been red and purple, just without that futuristic pupil design).
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And this one is of Chiyu on "Idle."
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Soon, I have to make a chart about who Chiyu was inspiration and twisted from, but I forgot that I had this one for Avril along with explanations as to why these characters made up her design choices!
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To explain:
Bobble — Avril has the knowledge and experience with mechanics, but she—like Bobble—has a huge fascination with creating new things and will teach another about it hence apart of the reason why she started the Mechanics club. She was also designed after Bobble with her red hair, doe eyes, and large circular glasses.
Tinkerbell — The foundation of Avril really since Avril gained her passion for mechanics and engineering at a very young age. However, like Tinkerbell, she has a temper and can glow red when angered, and during her journey of self-discovery, she tried many different talents that only landed as “hobbies” to impress with people or factual knowledge. Unlike Tinkerbell, she fully embraced her interest in building and repairing once she discovered it as "her wings".
Bakugo — As delicate and kind as she seems, Avril has a nasty attitude and is cocky about her physical skills, always fighting with others who look in her direction. She would get into someone’s face and start insulting them if they try to slink away from her when they started the commotion. She also gets angry when someone undermines her intelligence and skills. However, similar to Bakugo, Avril is very combat intelligent and understands an opponent’s patterns as well as picking up skills quickly, making her a great asset to the party.
Tatsu — The way she speaks: like Tatsu, Avril sounds like a delinquent, using slang in all of her sentences which makes her sound uneducated. In Japanese, it could be theorized that she would use more masculine grammar and slang rather than feminine grammar. For example, she would use “boku” when addressing herself, and she wouldn’t use honorifics when addressing others like “-kun” or “-senpai” which explains why she never calls Chiyu “Nurse Tadashi” but rather by his first name. In English, she would sound more gruff, resembling a male tone of voice.
Fun Fact: The Astor Family has an idiom about finding one's passion which is based on a line from the 2008 Tinkerbell movie's song, "Fly to Your Heart" by Selena Gomez—"If you believe, you'll find your wings". This is the very foundation of the family as Astors are intelligent when learning new things such as gardening or politics or sports pr music, etc. However, it is impossible for them to forget what they have learned so they keep whatever doesn't interest them as "hobbies" to entertain themselves or use as conversation starters when meetng someone new.
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what you said about being intersex hit close to home.
im intersex as well and for a long while ive felt like im not cis or trans enough to be fully either.
because of my condition, i hit puberty really early developing both male and female sex characteristics. for this i was mocked during my entire adolescence as i was seen like a freak.
currently i guess i identify as nothing. gender as a construct has always been incredibly alienating, nonsensical and cruel and having autism on top of it never helped.
i dont think i will ever understand gender, but now i am not the only one
Yep, I was mocked too. Kids called me a girl and all that, and I started going by another name (the name my parents were going to name me if I'd been born female) by the time I was 14. And from 14 to 16, I was living life as a girl because it was what society expected of me. And I kinda went back and forth for the longest while, hence the idea of bushgender. Plus side of the bush is that I can do feminine things and not worry about people judging me for it. I didn't really know what I was and even doctors couldn't give me a definitive answer.
I'm content being a bloke, and I'm glad my outward appearance reflects that. I don't reckon gender itself is a purely social thing--a lot of it is rooted in biology--but most gender roles are purely cultural or societal and change depending on what culture you're looking at. And I like that about that bush. It's just nature out there. I can be incredibly masculine in the bush and do things associated with being masculine without people thinking I'm compensating for something. And I can knit, or bake, or do the few things considered more feminine that I actually enjoy, and I don't have to worry about what people might think if they see a bloke knitting.
It's a weird thing when you've lived in the middle for so long. I got treated like a bloke and I got treated like a chick. For my first year in Australia before I really grew the beard out I just became... apathetic to it all. I looked like a butch chick. Someone would approach me and not know what to use. "Whatever you're thinking is the right one." That usually made people assume I'm nonbinary but I'm... not? I've always been a bloke. But I just got tired of correcting people. It was a losing game. Luckily my voice is deep enough that most people assumed male once they heard me talk, but I can't count how many time I've been at a B&S and been approached by a bloke who just thought I was really flat-chested for a chick. And that part sucks too.
But it's less of an issue as I've gotten older. And in time I've also just gotten less involved with gender in general. Everything feels so performative on both sides, and I hate performances. Blokes act overly masculine (becoming obsessed with fitness and pickup games, becoming obsessed with The Grind, etc) because they feel they need to and they're pressured by other blokes and chicks. Chicks act overly feminine (becoming obsessed with makeup and skincare routines, becoming obsessed with clothing and such) because they feel they need to. And you can tell when someone's actually passionate about fitness, or bettering themselves, or fashion, or skin health compared to them doing it because they're trying to live up to gender standards. And everyone is so goddamn materialistic. So I just don't worry about gender anymore. I'm Blu, and Blu's already weird enough, so what's a little extra added to the mix?
Anyway! This has turned into a rant. Gender is weird, people are weird, bodies are weird, you do you and don't worry about the rest. :]
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Voretober 04 - Depths
Minors DNI
Summary: C'mon, how deep could you need to search under a hammerspace dragon's tail to find her toy? All the way, of course.
Length: 1900 words
Rating: Explicit
CW: vore, unbirth, unwilling prey, arguably rape
"Hey. Tall and beefy. Mind helping me out?" a feminine voice asked.
Daniel looked around; he had thought he was the only person in the room, and his quick glance only made him more certain. Maybe he was losing it-
"Yes, you. Up on this cabinet," the mysterious voice continued. He followed her instructions; atop a cabinet by the door in the back of the room stood a yellow- no, golden dragoness, who couldn't be more than a foot and a half from nose to tail. She was panting, and frequently fanned her wings. Odd, thought Daniel, since the room was, well, room-temperature.
Nonetheless, he approached her. "You're Salic, right? Wait, Sylvia?" he asked. She nodded, and he furrowed his brow. "I thought you were yellow? I've only seen you around a little, though."
Sylvia drummed her forepaws on the cabinet. "Yeah, I'm in heat. Body's trying to attract a mate, hence the shiny. Look, I'm trying to get through it with a toy, but something happened. Can you help?"
A voice in the back of Daniel's head warmed him not to approach a dragon - especially one in heat - and that she might be dangerous, but he tuned it out - she was small enough to curl up in his hands, after all. "I, uh, don't think I'm the right size for a mate. No offense."
A sigh and a growl escaped the dragon's muzzle, though she quickly put her forepaws over her snout and shook her head. "Sorry, just very quickly pent up. No, I'm not looking for a mate. Look, just... the toy I was using is, let's just say, pretty deep, and I wan- I NEED someone to try and find it."
Daniel looked at her, then down at his hands, then back at her, and finally to the slowly-growing clear puddle under her tail. He glanced back at the still-empty room, then spoke up. "Only if there's a sink to wash up in afterwards. I'll help, but I'm not walking around the rest of the day with... dragon slime on my fingers."
"No need to worry about that. Now c'mon, I'm holed up in here. Oh, and leave your clothes just outside the door." Sylvia rose to her feet, shivered, and dove through the cracked-open door. Her head poked back out, right by the handle, to add, "there's a couple days of dragon-in-heat smell in here. Better for them you strip calmly than tear them off - and yes, I have seen that happen."
Once she'd vanished again, Daniel rolled his eyes. Still, just to be careful, he took a small breath by the cracked door. A strong, but very pleasant heat spread through his body. His shirt felt warm and sticky against his skin, and his pants trapped his quickly-erect shaft with a small twinge of discomfort. So she wasn't exaggerating. Daniel again scanned the room; still empty. He found a spot near the door, hidden from view, to stash his clothes, and pulled off his shirt and pants.
Looking down at his erection, still going strong, he crossed his arms and admonished it, "that's a dragon in there; you're getting all worked up for nothing." A jolt of embarrassment shot through him, realizing he was talking to his own penis, so he quickly stepped through the door, closing it behind him.
The atmosphere hit him like a sack of breasts. As the heavy air filled his lungs, Daniel fell back against the door, vision swimming. Through his hazy senses, Sylvia's voice came through muffled and distant; willing himself to not give in and get off, Daniel instead focused on her voice and tried to orient himself again.
"-asn't enough of a warning, huh? I'll have to keep that in- oh, your eyes are focusing, good! Come over here." She had landed on a table in the middle of the room, and laid on her back, hind legs splayed. As though magnetized, Daniel complied, drawn to her slender, supine form. He leaned in, his face drawing nearer, nearer to her alluri-
A tiny, scaly hindpaw kicked him in the face. And then again. Daniel recoiled, and the pain restored some clarity. He rubbed his cheek, but smiled at Sylvia. "Thanks."
"No problem. I think you'll be better clear-headed. Now then..." she trailed off, and gave a meaningful nod towards her crotch. Once again, Daniel looked from her to his hand, and hesitated. He slowly reached towards her, unsure of if he'd hurt her.
"Don't tease a dragoness in heat," Sylvia snarled, "if you're gonna help, get those fingers in me, and if you're not, let me know so I can stop playing around with you!"
"S-sorry." This time, he placed two fingers right between her legs and carefully spread her slit open. As he penetrated her with one finger, he flicked his gaze up to the dragon's head - not like his eyes would be all that useful when he's feeling around. She was surprisingly hot inside, for such a small body, though her already tight grip grew tighter when he pressed deeper. "Are you sure this is safe?"
"Nnnff, yes, you'll be fine," Sylvia forced out, "go deeper."
Daniel shook his head. "I'm more worried about you; you're already tight enough I'm not sure I can go much further, let alone rescue your toy." He tugged his finger back, in spite of her snatch clamping down around it. He rubbed her fluids between his fingers and fought the lust-driven urge to lick them or stroke himself.
The little dragon shot him a little impatient look, then rolled onto her front, tail high in the air. "You're worried over nothing, but here, go in like this, like you're mounting me." Her tail waved back and forth, directing his attention to her clearly needy slit.
Daniel took a deep breath, shook himself free of the warm haze, and slipped his index finger back in. True to her word, Sylvia's body didn't squeeze as hard around it. Soon, the slick heat between her legs was wrapped around his entire finger; he gave it an exploratory wiggle, feeling around for her lost toy, and was "rewarded" with Sylvia stifling a moan.
"Go deeper," she breathed.
"I, uh, can't get my finger any deeper," Daniel admitted. He gently tugged back again, but her body kept a better hold on the entire finger this time.
"So give me your hand! I'm less fragile than you think."
Daniel compared the size of his fist to the width of Sylvia's body. It didn't look good for her.
"Ugh! Please? I need this. Humans don't go into heat, you have no idea."
"...alright. Tell me if I hurt you, though." Daniel said; Sylvia replied with an impatient huff.
Carefully, he slipped in one finger after the other. The dragon's snatch accepted each one with ease, and, with a ripple of her inner walls, even dragged his palm in, leaving him wrist-deep in her hot depths. Still, on the table, the little dragon was awash in bliss, her slim tongue lolling out of her mouth. "Deeper. More! Give me more..." she moaned.
Daniel shuddered, but when he tried to pull his hand back, she clenched hard around it, squirting even more of her slick, slimy juices down his wrist. "That's... look, Sylvia, I don't think I can help you find your toy. So if I could just-" He braced his free hand against her hindquarters, readied himself, and with a loud, wet SQUELCH...
...got his other hand stuck next to the first. The dragon let out a blissful sigh. "No, no, I found my toy. And I suspect this one will last me through my heat..."
Another wave of muscle rolled over his hands and dragged his elbows in. Daniel strained to see past her tail - now blocking most of his vision not occupied by what was under it. Nonetheless, he managed to catch a glimpse of the dragoness's body, appearing completely unchanged from when he merely had a finger in her. He tried to jerk his arms back and away, but managed only to slip on a trail of Sylvia's arousal, falling to his knees before her. Under her belly, Daniel saw, with growing fear, an utter lack of any sign that she had both of his forearms inside her. "How are you- what's- where did my arms go?" he muttered, baffled.
Her tail dropped to press behind his head, bringing his face closer and closer to that powerful heat. "Same place the rest of you is going, my toy..." With an audible shudder, the dragoness thrust her hips back, and everything above Daniel's shoulders was wrapped in a warm, slimy tunnel of flesh. "Mmm, deeper."
The trapped man did his best to thrash around, even with his hands bound in front of him and unable to get any footing. Unfortunately, Sylvia seemed to know exactly what to expect, and that tight heat continued to roll down over his chest and middle. As his hips began to fall prey to her hungry pussy, her hindpaws pushed Daniel's erect shaft against his belly; her claws against the sensitive member proved effective at rendering him unwilling to struggle against her. And to his annoyance, his body once again betrayed him; against his conscious desires, her soft inner walls spurred his hips to thrust against them. Her wet folds pulled in his thighs, his knees, and still all his struggles only built his arousal further.
Around him, though muffled by her body and the constant, lurid squishing noises of her well-lubricated insides, Sylvia's satisfied moan was as inescapable as her pussy. With the wetness and pressure reaching Daniel's toes, the dragon's pleasure was an audible mark of her utter success in fitting him impossibly inside her little, scaly body. Still, all the man could do was struggle against her, or at least try to convince himself that rubbing frantically against her soft, slick insides was struggling.
Suddenly, his surroundings got much, much tighter, pressing in on him from all sides. Hot, sticky juices flooded his nose and mouth while the walls shuddered against him. He tried to pry open some room to breathe, but his arms were similarly locked tight together. It was over in seconds, but it felt to Daniel like forever, before Sylvia's body relented; even then, it was all he could do to gulp down what heavy air he could find, barely able to muster a wiggle in protest.
"Oohhhh, yes, you'll do just fine…" Sylvia breathed, her wavering voice coming from all around him, "just keep doing that, and- well, I'll have to find some way to pay you back."
"You could-" Daniel coughed, spitting out more of the slimy fluid around him. "You could let me out? Pay me back like that?"
"Ha! Ah, no," she refused, "at least, not 'til I'm good and done with you. Sorry, toy, but you're all mine for the next few days. Now then…"
Daniel heard her inhale sharply, and this surroundings started to twitch and clench in around him again. His tired limbs fought to keep him from drowning, lost deep inside the tiny dragon, as his fate for the rest of the week settled into him, and as he was forced to settle into her.
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narastories · 5 months
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oh wait didn't see sloan's!! how about "warden" instead? for the wip game :))
Haha, it's okay!
Well, this is another Dresden Files WIP, hence the name. I'm honestly not sure what I'm going to do with this one. At some point, I must have had a goal for this WIP but right now all I have is vibesTM and some banter:
"There was a soft, high-pitched sound, low enough for me to think I imagined it. Nonetheless, it sounded like an ethereal, feminine whine. That did not move any base instinct in me to help out a girl. At all.
“It’s your fault she’s dead,” I said, gritting my teeth. I pointed at the mound of rubble and put all my anger into my voice. “I liked her, Lasciel!”"
DF fans might catch from the snippet that it's supposed to be post Skin Game. Maybe I should re-read the books in question for these WIPs to jog my memory. (Actually, no one wants me to re-read Skin Game again because I become insufferable.)
Thank you for the ask! <3
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oh the ones I wanted to send are taken already UHM.. Wrightdot and/or Franmaya? (the latter isn't my cup of tea but I'm interested to hear your thoughts on it!)
HELLO, GRACE, MY DARLING FRIEND GRACE 💖💕💕💞♥️💝❤️💗❤️💖💖💕💝💞♥️💗💞 Thank you for the ask; I am honoured you actually wanted to hear me talk about multiple ships whsjdhj 💖💘💗
Wrightdot:
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Grace, trying to answer this gave me some sort of quarter-life existential crisis, and I am a bit hysterical rn. Through the laughter and the screaming, I have to admit that... I kind of............ get it??????? I WOULDNT SAY I SHIP IT, BUT, LIKE. THEY'RE SO FUNNY BUT ALSO REALLY SAD AND IM????? IDK WHAT I THINK SJWVSHDHFKDH
Ultimately, though, ULTIMATELY. I can't quite get past the whole 'that is Mia's ex who is still very much in love with her, and her protege' thing. She's played too much of a role in both their lives for them to see very far past her influence on one another, and I don't think it'd be very healthy for them to try pursuing a romantic relationship; because I feel like they'd inevitably end up trying to fill the space Mia left in their lives through the other person which just wouldn't work. I definitely think they should have some sort of a relationship, though! I think Diego cryptically mentoring Phoenix and being very unhelpful most days, but always really solid help deep down, is very fun and kind of important for them post-BttT. I think they should get to truly know one another, beyond the masks and the projection, and Diego has a lot more experience being a lawyer than Phoenix, so he'd definitely be able to help with all the moral quandaries that are bound to come up later on. Plus he'd Get the whole 7-yg Phoenix attitude thing because... he's been there. I think he could've been helpful, and it's a shame we don't get to see them be, if not friends, respected acquaintances.
Alternatively, though, the idea of Phoenix having a casual conversation with Diego only for the fleeting thought of "Wow, he's really attractive" to stop him dead in his tracks and make him question his whole life and go to therapy and Leave the Country™ is so funny to me. Alternatively-alternatively, I get the romance of it. It's the whole pulling back the mask, having someone who really understands you, being accepted in spite of your worst flaws, moving on from grief and loss with another hand in yours and NOPE. I CANT TALK ABOUT THIS. I DONT SHIP IT BUT IDK! IDK!!!! IM THROWING THEM BOTH OFF A CLIFF, AND THEN IM THROWING MYSELF OFF A CLIFF. I AM DONE. GOODBYE.
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Okay, after standing in the shower and staring at a wall for 3 hours, I can talk normally again, which is good because I have to explain this.
I know the people who ship them don't do it in this way, but? Honestly? Franmaya is one of those wlw ships that strike me as two female characters being shoved together because they're left hanging once the main male couple whom everyone actually cares about (nrmts in this case) gets together, and because no one can find anything interesting to say about them as individuals, so now they're lesbians. Yay! (And also because people maybe don't want to be seen as only shipping mlm ships for fear of being told they're fetishising them.) And I know that that's not true and that most Franmaya shippers love both of them individually (as we all should), but something about them always makes me hear the feminine AI TikTok voice going, "Diversity Win 😊👍🎉!" in my head and conjures up images of Western corporate advertisements during the month of June (hence the love is love coca-cola).
And I know this isn't the case, but ???? I think it's mainly because I genuinely do not understand this ship. I don't usually need ships to be supported by canon for me to ship them, but what we've been given by canon doesn't help me see these two as ever being friends, let alone girlfriends. I understand the reasoning of "they both have self-worth issues so they'd understand each other", and that's a perfectly good reason to ship people, but like. I kind of want more? I kind of want them to be able to connect on a level that goes beyond them having similar issues? And probably the folks who do ship Franmaya do have reasons that go beyond that, like maybe Maya teaches Franziska how to lighten up and not take herself so seriously, and Franziska shows Maya that she doesn't always have to be the easiest version of herself to be loved. And that's all lovely! But I... don't want them to fix each other--
See, the versions of Franmaya I've seen floating around either boil them down to a wlw version of nrmts OR they make them out to be this saccharine, perfect, happy lesbian couple who are so, so wonderful and sweet to each other. Which is. Great! I love seeing women happy! But -- I'm sorry -- it's so BORING to me. It always seems to fix them a little (even if it's just around each other), and I like their flaws. I like that Franziska's a bit of an uppity, violent snob, and I like that Maya is a bit of a naive, insecure girl. I don't want them to fix each other, but I've tried twisting them the other way round, too! I've tried giving them the Krisnix treatment where they just amplify each other's worst traits, because they share similar insecurities and would know where to prod to make it hurt, but! I find that even less appealing and workable, tbh. Maya at her worst might let someone walk all over her for momentary wisps of affection disguised as acceptance of her flaws? But she has good and smart friends! Nick would never let her be in a toxic relationship like that, and he'd stay with her until she realises it's bad for her! And Franziska, regardless of how she may feel about being in Edgeworth's shadow, would never let anyone else even suggest that to her. The moment she gets a hint of that kind of disrespect, she is gone. She doesn't need you, make no mistake of that.
And it all really comes back to the fact that I can't see them connecting as friends. With Emaziska, I could see how they could be genuinely good friends and then more, but with Franmaya it's just... Not there for me. I can't see them progressing beyond the "oh, that's my little-older brother's friend's sister" stage the way you might be "friends" with your parents' friend's kids, you know? Like, yeah, you guess you're friends with them, but it's nothing serious or real. That's how I view their relationship. I'm not averse to being persuaded to ship them (in fact, I'd like to have them explained to me; they have cute art!) but I have tried and ehhh?? Doesnt do much for me, sorry, Franmaya 😔
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