#i don’t like rambling in the tags on mobile I can’t read everything I’ve said lmaooo
Lol I wasn’t gonna download tumblr mobile again on this like 10 hour drive but I did it with like 3 hours left 😂 and some of which I might have to drive lmao
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Drabbles 24. and 27. for Daryl please(づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ i love the way you write btw ♥️
disclaimer I have no idea what’s been going on for the last like 4 seasons of TWD so I make up my own scenarios for good stories and drabbles lmfao 👉🏻😎👉🏻 zing
Also remember when I said “drabbles?” I meant “one shots” cuz I have no self control.
ALSO SHOUT OUT TO THE FUCKIN @thewritingdoll FOR TEACHING ME HOW TO ‘READ MORE’ ON MOBILE!!!!
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You felt the first rain drop hit the top of your head, right onto your forehead and fall down to the tip of your nose and you wiped it frantically because god dammit if he thought you were crying. You knew the water works would start soon enough, but you’d fight it as long as you could. Theatricals didn’t mean anything to Daryl… and apparently you didn’t either.
He had stopped walking at least, his back to you, still as he waited for… what? This wasn’t the first time he walked away from you, but something heavy in your chest told you it may actually be the last time. Regardless, nothing you’d said ever seemed to get through to him — at least, in the midst of an argument. Maybe later he’d come back with his tail between his legs and his eyes low, biting his thumbnail nervously as he fumbled over the right thing to say.
But right now, where you stood at this moment in time, it was different. The rain was beginning to pick up and you watched the droplets roll off of the carbon limbs of his crossbow and suspend themselves, frozen in time, before falling to the ground.
You swallowed nervously, hoping your voice would sound more confident than you were feeling: “So, what are you waiting for?”
At first he didn’t respond, didn’t move, and you held your breath when he did finally shoot a quick glance over his shoulder at you before shifting his weight almost impatiently. “I dunno. You usually have some sort of dramatic, ‘what about us?’ speech ya spew before I try ‘n leave.”
“So you are leaving.”
“We’ll, I ain’t stayin’ here, that’s for damn sure.”
“But couldn’t you even bother to say ‘goodbye’? Am I not even worth that to you? Are we not worth that to you? A fucking goodbye in the very least?”
Nothing.
You took a deep breath. “So, that’s it?”
He could read you like a book with his eyes closed and a bag over your head. You desperately tried to remain stoic, but he could clearly hear the shift in your voice — and as if you weren’t upset enough, he let you know this all with an exasperated sigh.
“Here we go…”
You let out a sharp bark of laughter, disguising the much sharper pain in your chest at his words. “Oh! Okay, my fucking bad, Daryl. My bad I can’t just throw away everything I’ve worked so hard on like you can. Sorry I can’t just turn off my emotions and stroll the fuck out of somebody’s life — somebody I know loves me — or, at least, used to, I guess. Maybe? Maybe not even. Guess it don’t matter now though, huh?”
Okay, you’re rambling. You’re trying to dig yourself out of a hole that Daryl is standing over, toeing back in each load of dirt you shovel out onto him.
But why was he still standing there? Why hadn’t he stormed off yet, like he always did when you argued? It worried you, deep down to the core of your being; you weren’t sure why, but you had a hunch it was because before, he always came back. And he always knew he’d come back. But he stood there quietly, waiting, silent. Your hands balled into fists at your side.
“You’re pathetic!”
There you go. You got your anger out, sort of — whatever it was, it got through to him. He whipped around furiously, and you could tell by the way he stiffened, the way he got so angry that you were finally getting through to him. And if he still decided to leave? Fine. You’d let him go. You’d left your scratch marks, and you didn’t want anybody who didn’t want you anyway.
“Pathetic? Yeah? Maybe I am, Y/N! And if I am, that’s fine — I don’t give a damn what you think. I don’t deserve to be loved. Not by anybody; definitely not by someone like you. You’ll be fuckin’ fine, alright? So just… figure it out!”
He might as well have slapped you across the face.
You still silently, the rain finally picking up, a nice dramatic scene set for this Lifetime movie argument. Did you even hear home right?
“Daryl, I….”
“Save it,” he bit out in response. And, there it was — he spun on his heels away from you and your heart lodged into your throat. “Just… save it, alright?”
This time, though, you stepped after him. “D, wait, please — “
“You’ll be fine,” he threw over his shoulder at you. The words almost formed a wall, halting you in your tracks. Was it the harshness or them? The certainty that you would be fine without him? It was almost comical — did he really think you’d be okay without him?
Daryl, at least, had a stuffed back pack slung over his shoulders beside his crossbow. You, alternatively, had nothing. But that didn’t stop you as you picked up a jog against your better judgement, trying to keep up with his long strides as he stormed away from the main gate silently.
If this was the time he decided to try and leave for good, fine. But you would not be left behind… whether he liked or or not.
“I don’t care if we didn’t mean anything to you,” you announced as you caught up to him breathlessly. He didn’t respond. “You meant something to me, and you’re not fucking leave me behind.”
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@crossbowking @julesmalek I restarted my tag list bc it’s been so long and I’m such trash. If you want added plz message me lol
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An Innocent Sin & the good gay flashback ft. my descent into madness
I wasn’t sure if I should post this but I mostly want it archived so here we go. This is from like,, September?
So. “An Innocent Sin” is a dumpster fire unlike anything I’ve ever seen. I don’t remember why I decided to read it. maybe I was crazy. Either way... I read it. It soon started to touch upon (very very outlandish) sexual abuse which I thought was interesting. (the angst, not so much some of the wack circumstances surrounding it)
ANYWAY. at some point... we have a flashback. And not just that. It has a gay character.
And it turns rly gay. which mind you, is still in a het smut manwha (that has a “gay” side couple, but still!)
And it destroyed me.
For those who want to read it because I genuinely think the flashback is a decent bit, it’s all the bonus chapters between chapter 77 and 78 I think. There’s a part before that too, but idk where exactly anymore. (It’s on lezhin! or your platform of choosing)
I don’t THINK you’ll need any other knowledge to get the flashback bit? but it’s been a while.
Below the cut (rip mobile users), you can read all of my amazing reactions (all of these were text messages, for context - but I took most of the replies and convos about other things out). Post is also tagged as long post. :))
(i’m serious, this is fucking long)
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Here I am. Liking the gay flashback character. Feck. Main dude is still straight but idk it's cute pff
This is a mess. The girl white hair likes, likes black hair, maybe, but thinks white hair is attractive
What just happened is sth I'd like to know too pff
He's so cute tho omg. Watch me melt
Can we stay in this flashback before everything got perverted af and before white hair gets assaulted all the time
I would send an eyebrow emote if I could
Context: he's asking he says it again
Ik it's not mutual but loookkk he's so sweet. He's kinda rude in present time, can't we stay in this flashback forever
I never asked for gay, never expected gay but I got gay
This story is trash why am I still reading it shdhhd
He caught his mom cheating. And now she's forcing him to watch??? What is thissss
Well adoptive mom
But still sudhdidu what
Bitch how dare YOU exist
Save my babyyyy
Yay sister that's not yet a rapist to the rescueee
This flashback is actually just nicer in every way let's just stay here
This is a super long flashback btw
Idek anymore what triggered it
Okay I think I'm gonna make the sensible decision and let this dumpster fire rest and just go sleep
It was very wild. I kinda wanna see white hair get therapy but it has 90 chapters and I'm at like 30... So I'm very concerned this is gonna be very dragged out. Idek if it's even finished ahahsududi - but I do kinda wanna see where it goes and see more cute Noah (white hair) so. Here we are.
yeahhh like i was down for the sexual abuse angst but then the mother killed the adoptive son's mother bc the dad had a thing for her?? and it was someone a person studying with white hair knew and so he's investigating and I'm like
how did this turn into a crime organisation kind of plot
hhhhhhh i... i appreciate these horny things also tackling abuse but it always kind of gives me weird vibes to have both, especially when its very horny. And when people are horny to people who've been abused. Idk but I'd assume... you might try NOT to tie them up if they're frequently bondaged during their assaults. I'm just.... disjdksdj hello?? am i weird?? why are they fine with it???
also this manwha is so wild, theres this murder mystery investigation thing and then theres just a couple doing honry stuff sprinkled in between and i'm like OKAY
they rescued a guy in their basement and he's understandably very traumatized and they're trying to question him cut to our main couple trying bondage which i still dont understand bECAUSE HE'S A RAPE VICITM WHY ARE YOU OKAY WITH THIS
the ones questioning arent the main couple of course but
idshkjds
like im glad he's somehow okay with all this horny stuff despite his trauma and im glad he can be happy and have a nice relationship but DO WE NEED THIS MUCH OF IT
he's very cute tho
i like that even when i try other stuff lezhin recommends me it still has large amount of gay in it
[mei: i mean... that's pretty great, if you ask me]
I mean I agree, I'm enjoying the gay eheheh
these tonal whiplashes
there's not even that much white space between the panels fhjd
nvm it just turned horny
goddamn it
can there be 1 chapter without fucking?
okay, there were the flashbacks
WE ARE BACK IN FLASHBACKS
but im not getting the gay relationship, sad
OH WAIT
AM I GETTING GAY COMFORT bc thats very good too
OH NNOOO this turned sad very quickly
I'M SORRY IM SPAMMING BUT THIS IS JUST ANGSTY
I'M :((((
different species confirmed
I rly like them :((( I like the current girl too but it's just..... very horny with her. the flashbacks are nice [current tori edit: she’s very unloyal idk why i said I liked her]
im weird
HHHHH RIPPP
someone help him he looks so saddddd
not sure if thats the most healthy relationship but I'LL TAKE IT
AWWW black hair's mom cooks mild food for them bc Noah can't eat spicy food :((( im soft
PFFF
I LOVE THE FLASHBACKS :(((
awww
i feel like theyve done much more bonding than noah's current relationship. I mean yes I think its cute when she comforts him, too, but they rarely do anything besides be horny together
OH
OH THEY'RE KISSING
best buildup, honestly
the position is hornier than I'd like later here goes hope it stays cute
D-did someone just respect the word "stop"???
I am
amazed
i think you might uh. have some trauma stuff too so yknow
Dohye is a little dramatic in his reassurance but it's all rly cute so I'm :(( I like them a lot pls stay like this
getting invested in flashbacks is always like: ik it wont stay but pls stay like this
hELP
chapters ending in "i wanna touch him" is never good. I'm scared.
Oh okay he didnt do anything. PHEW. He's already better than the girl, can't they just end up together lmao
[Noah was jealous]
w-why do you look so evil dohye haukdhjs
oh. oh no. the horny is starting. pls dont... just be cute forever
DOHYE
NO
YOU WERE SO DECENT
WHY ARE YOU LYING ABOUT KOREAN TRADITIONS TO GET HIM TO DO STUFF
HORNY STUFF TOO NO PLS STOP
I JUST-
WHEEE TvT
the manwha is actually less visually horny in the flashbacks but im not sure if its bc its BL which isnt rly the genre of the manwha or if its bc they're still kids basically, which... I'd respect the latter, tho I'd prefer it to be like this constantly haha
okay. he's not respecting stop anymore, but it's also more of embarrassed nature more than "no i dont want this stop" so maybe i can forgive it. Still losing points, but he hugged him and it was sweet so HHHHHHHHHHH NOT SURE HOW I SHOULD JUDGE THIS SITUATION
They [Noah’s family] forbid him to visit his friends house I AM DEVASTATED
understandable they're a rapist, a fucked up murderer mother and a father with a thing for younger women so
tho he dont know any of that but yknow
he's so pretty just fucking end me on the spot
hooo
they are boyfriends
and ik from the future that his sister is gonna ruin it allll
she has those drugs that make visual imaginations feel like they rly happened to the person (dont know if thats real but holy fuck its terrifying) and she's used it before to say that Noah assualted her. and im pretty sure shes gonna use it again bc there was a panel of Noah remembering Dohye being uhhhh intimate with her and thats why Noah began to hate him and im so sad im not ready for it. bc he's denied it in the future and i honestly couldnt see it happening even before that
or she drugged Dohye, i guess thats a possibility too
[current tori: oh girl, it’s neither and it’s wack]
which if, btich you gonna die even more
enough rambling, more reading. this makes me so sad but also spicy
on the manwha note, he thinks Noah doesnt like his family bc he's adopted and doesnt feel comfy which....... fair enough i suppose. and he's so cute im gonna melt just looK AT THIS
SHUt UP, IM GONNA CRY
OH MY GODDDD
he ate like ice and gum and all that, and Dohye assumed it was bc of the more spicy food and got rl worried, but he was just trying to get the smell out of his breath bc he wanted to kiss him ukhsdjs HOW CAN YOU BE SO CUTE
HELLLOOOOOOOOO
look at them. LOOK AT mY BABIESSSS
how am i ever gonna care about the main couple again
aww he-he wanted to go to the same highschool as him :((( im sad bc i know its not gonna happennnnnn
[mei: also at this point, you're literally never gonna care about them. i don't even know the main couple that well and i honestly don't care about them whatsoever.]
WAIT NO
they're actually going to the same school awww
ik it wont take long until sister fucks it up for them but
for now theyre so sweet ohmygodddd
cant he move in with them, fuck his family honestly
dohye he's not a fucking pokemon iukhsdjs
oh. its. turning horny
i am
displeased with this development but i guess its natural for their relationship
however
COULD YOU DO IT AT HOME AND NOT IN SOME DUSTY SMALL ROOM
how do ppl do this
i like that the comments too are just "... is anyone still carng about the other girl?"
sakjds
this is the best 3 panels in existence.
h-he just took your hand dohye idk what to tell you
[mei: "you blush at everything i do" god if that isn't me, idk what is]
awww its cute
dohye is getting bonus points bc he invited Noah over while his mom wasnt home, they watched some sexual stuff and he DIDNT try to do anything
what is this
where can i get more of this
"well im not okay"
MY BABIESSSS
they still didnt do much btw they're just kinda exploring and its honestly nice TvT I dont want this to ever endddd
[Dohye sees Noah’s sister and approaches her] N O
N OOOO
this is the starttttt of something.......... TERRIBLEEEE
:((( babyyyy
I AM EMO
Noah was drugged im sure. hes having dreams and waking up in pain
and the sister is asking doyhe over
I DONT LIKE THISSSSSSS
OH
HE DECLINED
OKAY OKAY
he saw him with her again but it was from behind and im not sure if it rly happened???
oh no this is terrible. Noah :((( poor child
i am so emo
about this
[reminder he’s been abused TvT]
[the sister: “Don’t you want to know why?”]
i will. murder someone
he called to ask her to delete his number btw
what is this manwha
but this is just gonna make it that more tragic when whatever happens that breaks them apart :(((
he's such a good bf but Noah just wont TELL him his side I'M SO SAD
I AM SO SAD
No
NO
It cant end
im actually tearing up nooo you were so cuteeee and happpyyy
[*sister is telling dohye to come to the gym hall*]
what else is she gonna do
she already teared [current tori: ahem... T O R E] them apart
THAT'S NOT DOYhE. THATS NEVER HIM. OH MY GOD. is it a look alike??? damn, she's dedicated to just. ruining it, huh
I’M
I’M SO SAD
now he's switching SCHOOLS
NO
NOOOOO
how will i ever find happiness againnnn
NO
they're misunderstanding further
they're not talking properly
i mean i get it but oh my god
I'M :(((
NO
NOOOO
pls make up in the future at least omg
he tried to clear it up tooo ahhh
i dont even have hopes for them getting back together but i just
i want them to clear it up
im crying
first manwha to make me cry and it's this dumpster fire ahaha
maybe a little too bc it kinda hit a little close to home i guess
but goddamnn ittttt
they were so cuteee and so happy and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
OH NO. Noahs getting drugged and assaulted. And he's realizing it happened before, he just forgot. I am. so sad
it's not horny drawn either which i appreciate
but MY HEART
NO
N O
DONT YOU DARE MAKE THIS WORSE
Im. gonna cry more
Doyhe kept an eye on him im so emo :(( but he thought he was doing well enough and gave up.... Im
im so sad
no
i want you to make up and get back together its all just a stupid........... MEHHHH
will i ever find sth like this flashback again
[mei: p-probably not, no]
i am
so devasted
i dont even wanna go back to the main couple just fucking. i want this relationship back :(((( but i guess the investigation might end up somewhere so hhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhh
the baker manwha had a similar flashback feeling so. i just gotta find more of that haha
BUT THIS WAS SO SAD???
im so emo
[Dohye got kidnapped // the flashback commentary stops here but I think my descend into madness is pretty funny too]
OH YEAH THAT HAPPENED. THE FLASHBACK WAS SO LONG I FORGOT. NOOOO
SAVE HIM.
JESUS CHRIST PLS JUST ONE GOOD THING
its. actually rly smart to have another, more focused on them flashback, before the arc where he gets kidnapped by the rapist murder household
so. good job. from a meta perspective
but also
NO
but also. maybe theres hope for them making up at least after all :(((
[main couple kissing]
this is. very weird now. but im glad he has someone, he deserves it
but dohyeeeee
and switching to sex, YET AGAIN
now i wanna see this EVEN LESS THAN I DID BEFOREEEE
it's even.... a threesome now with one of the other characters
why are you like this
why can't you be. like in the flashback
i am
so upset
HAHHHHH WHEEEZEEEE
I am just
stop fucking
jesus christ
PLEASE
I DONT WANNA SEE IT ANYMOREEEEE
im just
stop the horny
pls
just
tell me who that new guy is and why doyhe likes him so much
[mei: this manwha is a fucking mess but at least we got your lovely commentary out of it]
dhsuksj thanks i feel honored
at least i got cute BL out of it before everything went [back] to shit
[mei: THAT TOO]
[...]
tbh im getting kinda mad about doyhe... i dont... feel like he'd just fall instantly for a guy who looks like Noah... but eh not my character
i just want closure for dohye at this point, fuck everything else
... not literally pls theres already too much of that
pls
get it together
for like 1 chapter
is the investigation even still happening i am so confused
save dohye
plEASE
wait what i have less than 10 episodes left
Dont tell me
this shit isnt even wrapped up yet
[Dohye is having a breakdown over the Noah double not coming to see him anymore]
yeah i
this... doesnt feel like Dohye... at all... Even when Noah was rejecting him he was just kind of... taking it with some humor and maybe he was a little desperate and risky sometimes but...
oh well...
i do want him to get better but... im having a hard time believeing this development??? he never seemed overly anxious or anything. but who knows what else they did to him.
Sister can still go fuck off tho
[...]
i mean. i liked the flashbacks a lot honestly??? it stayed simple and focused on the dynamics and less trying to balance smut with murder plots
[dm partner: NO THAT'S WHAT I MEAN LIKE CLEARLY THE AUTHOR CAN MAKE A GOOD STORY SO I'M JUST... CONFUSED AS TO WHY THEY DIDN'T STICK WITH SOME SOFT, FLUFFY BL ROMANCE MANWHA AND DECIDED TO MAKE WHATEVER THIS IS INSTEAD ]
okay
i dont care
bc dohye is currently getting assaulted
nobody asked for this
why
i just. this is terrible. he was... so sweet. he doesnt deserve this. nobody does of course but jesus christ pls someone save him
at least its not horny visually, one saving grace
ah... the assult is back to being depicted horny-ly
thank you for nothing
[... removed some general confusion about the plot]
YES. SOME SHIP FOOD.
i am. suffering
i mean i cant stop but GOD
okay so apparantly. the sister. has just an arsenal of people who look like other people
Dohye, then Noah... and even Noah's GF???
this is ridiculous??
one good message
why
did you feel
the need
to
add
that
[actual tired rage]
im gonna die
this manwha is gonna kill me
im laughing but im suffering
oh hes
arrested
great
and thats the end
and the last update was in january of this year
why
AS IN
NOAH IS ARRESTED
nobody who actually did anything is arrested
What is this
why is this
AHHH
I
at least wanted the complete-ness of finishing this but now I'M JUST SUFFERING
[ mei: I MEAN TO BE FAIR I'D BE SUFFERING TOO BC JUST... WHAT THE FUCK
I HAVE?? MANY QUESTIONS?? AND MANY CONCERNS BC THIS MANWHA IS JUST... AN EXPERIENCE ]
its an experience allright
WELL
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yup that’s it.
in my head, in a twist of events Dohye and Noah make up and are actual endgame. Something like that must exist out there but I won’t ask because it’d destroy the surprise and ruin the point.
That’s it.
Have a nice day.
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Rules for mobile (Pinned Post)
The Code
Success. I’ve sufficiently pestered the wench to make me a blog, much to the cost of a certain behorned mischief god whose presence I must share. Follow the rules below, and there’ll be smooth sailin’, savvy?
This be an exceptionally selective blog. I was me mun’s first ever muse yonks back and I’ve pestered her into writing me again, BUT, she’s horribly pressed for time. Partners will likely be very few, else ones doubling up with Loki’s. Anyone is welcome to approach and enquire, but she and I will be leaning toward those either from me own universe or crossovers with which she’s highly familiar and characters in whom she’s especially interested. Ye have been warned.
Replies are like to be slow, up to a few weeks at most.
Partners must be 18+. Various themes of an adult nature may be found here. Sexual things will be tagged ‘#filthy pirate’ with whatever level/variety of sin I deem them. More details below.
Behave. There shall be no rudeness, no passive aggression, no hate, no censorship or generally being a twit. Do I make meself clear?
The Code - Extended (below the cut)
Hi, guys. I’m Pirate (oddly known as this long before I made Jack a tumblr). Here are my more detailed rules and guidelines for writing with me on this blog, though the absolute basics are at the top as, honestly, it’s never easy to remember everyone’s requirements.
Jack is a sideblog. If you’re being followed by a benevolentgodloki that means I’m following you back. I don’t need us to be mutuals (both following each other) for us to write together, but there is a greater chance of us having a partnership if we’re letting each other know we’re interested.
How I Roll
I note myself as ‘highly selective’. This isn’t to be an elitist bugger, it’s because we all only have a limited amount of time we can put in. I want to write what I enjoy with people I enjoy. I am married with two attention-seeking cats, two jobs, a slow-brewing intended writing career and a video game addiction.
Asks/Memes - I will usually answer these no matter who they are from but I may or may not turn them into a thread I intend to keep. Some memes are very much designed to be something that continues so context can be key. If you would like to know in advance whether I intend to answer and/or keep something, please do pop me a message and I will be kind and honest.
My Threads - While Jack’s blog is still exciting and new, I’m being a bit all over the place with who and what I reply to depending on which way Jack’s.. compass.. is pointing. I do have a rolling turn order that I adhere to (to the point that I can genuinely tell you who is next at any given moment) but it’s all piled in with Loki’s threads, meaning I can take a few weeks to get round everything. Every partner gets one of their threads answered within that ‘round’ and then I go round again. However, when I’m really into something/finding something easy to pop back, I treat myself to spamming certain threads or partners at my whim. I use rpthreadtracker.com to maintain what I have.
I will remind partners of threads that have not been replied to for more than three months. If I do not do this, I have either forgotten/lost it myself, I’m not too fussed about keeping it at that stage, or you were absent for a long period of time.
My Style - I will write in both past or present tense depending on partner preference. My default is past but I like either. Please kick me if I screw up and write the wrong one. I prefer using regular size font but I will make mine small on replies to people who use the smaller so that it looks neat. I will often match partners’ lengths and some formatting details e.g. bolding dialogue, but I struggle with doing novella-length posts for reasons below.
I have a bugbear to admit about role-play. What we call splicing. A good half of my partners write this way so I’m not about to tell everyone to stop but if you’re someone who does this, you will occasionally run into some frustrations when writing with me. ‘Splicing’ is when you retrospectively write dialogue or actions as having previously happened during your partner’s last post. These things are fine when they’re passive i.e. your character muttered them, thought them or you were writing what your character was doing at the time because that’s pretty much essential. The trouble comes usually when my characters talk a lot/ask rhetorical questions and partners choose to answer every single one despite the fact my character carried on talking. I know it’s an ass that I have talkative muses and you really want to respond to every point/get a word in, but putting words and actions into the past effectively godmods my muse into accepting they happened. If you feel your muse would have full-on interjected midway through their ramble, please ask me to edit my post/stop it at that point. Otherwise if you do prefer to splice, my muse will only respond to whatever it is your character did or said last in their post. This is one of the reasons I can’t write novella, because often there is only so much you can write before you’re stepping into the territory of changing what went before and not allowing your partner to do anything about it.
TL;DR don’t ever worry about your post being too short for me. If it’s one sentence long but it’s because something fast-paced is happening, I won’t be miffed.
Shipping! - no not that kind of ship, Jack. I love shipping. Ships all around. Let’s face it, romance can be one of the most exciting reasons we bother writing. I am open to a lot of ships for Jack, practically all of them. Yes, even that one. I will do downright nasty, toxic, horrible stuff, savvy? It’s fiction and Jack is a great indulgence for bad things happening to him as much as good. That said, of course don’t force something on him without prior agreement between us. Well, I mean, your muse can try and accost him and see what he does, just don’t expect him to definitely reciprocate. Jack and I are bi/pansexual. We’re open to everything. I will admit a heavy lean toward m/m but, that said, Jack is extremely fond of the ladies, more so than Loki. I am very into Sparrington especially.
Not Safe For Ye Olde Work
Sliding down from the above topic, I enjoy the occasional smutting. It is not a requirement from my partners. In fact, I’m warming very much to fading to black depending on the context/mood/if things feel a bit repetitive. I do feel a touch more comfortable with partners who don’t need that boundary but as I’ve recently figured ‘if it needs a cut, then it’s smut’ I know when to skip on.
Saucy material will go under cuts/Read More’s and be tagged as mentioned above with ‘filthy pirate’. Additional tags will be based on the citrus scale: ‘lime’ for general grabbing, ‘lemon’ for full on sexual content and ‘grapefruit’ if things get extra kinky. I will tag things such as ‘rape tw’ or ‘noncon tw’ or ‘dubcon tw’ where necessary. Please blacklist any or all of these at your leisure, or search them if you fancy :U I do NOT tag these as ‘ns.fw’ because tumblr just completely hides them from being searchable which is useless for my partners.
OC’s - Due to my time constraints I am extremely picky when it comes to OC’s. This is a good fandom for well-thought-out muses and I know firsthand how hard it is to make headway as an OC in the RP world. However, I also understand that for people like me, I want to dip in on this site to mostly play with the characters and worlds I’m really absorbed in and ship my weaselly black guts out. Some people have more time than others to really give your OCs the time and love they deserve. Unless I’ve played with you a long time and I really like the cut of your and your muse’s jib, it’s very unlikely I’ll bite. Apologies! The same goes for crossover muses from fandoms I’m unfamiliar with, but I will let you know if that’s the case.
Limits
Threads - I don’t have a strict limit on how many to have per person but please bear in mind that the more of these you have with me the longer it will take me to get to a particular one (unless I’m spamming it back and forth). This is more a mun/muse context how many I accept.
Exclusives/mains - I don’t do these although I may consider having a maximum of 3 or 4 of one muse depending on activity levels and to ensure plots don’t get mixed up or attention feel unfairly balanced.
Triggers/squicks - I don’t like body horror e.g. graphic detail of squishy bits having bad things happen to them. I’m writing a pirate so there’s absolutely allowed to be elements of torture/violence, just don’t stab him in the eye or chop bits off him. One torture-related thing sends me into a complete freakout which I’ll discuss with partners if we’re doing a thread of that ilk as needed. Kink-wise I’m not into mpreg, A/B/O or infantilism or toilet things. Just ask me/Jack if you’re after something XD
Who I Am/What I Need From You
Being yourself is the most important thing and I promise I am not a scary person (usually). We’re only human and it’s natural that we’ll get along better with some rather than others. This is more to give you a gist of the sort of person I am and who I gel with best.
So I’m a shy hermit at the best of times. I’m trying to be better at engaging and enthusing with partners over our threads because I realise more than ever this does keep things alive and make for a more enjoyable experience. I’m not always great at it. I work best with people who are patient and don’t worry too much on what I think of them and their writing, with people who are happy to keep threads going for the longhaul rather than keep dropping everything before I’ve had the time to get to the next post, and most especially people who accept that fiction =/= reality. I do need a certain level of quality, which doesn’t always mean perfect grammar, but it must be coherent, fun and creative. I like a relaxed approach, sharing mutual enjoyment in silly fantasy world sandboxes as escapism from (and exploration of) this complicated world we live in.
If you managed to read all of this, have a drink (even if it’s water). You’re a diamond.
Pirate xxx
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from me to you — r.b [5]
Pairing: Robin Buckely x Popular! Reader
Category: fluff
Summary: A few more weeks have passed of love letters, and you’re starting to get more nervous as the days go by
Word Count: 1.8k
Author’s Notes: This is best read on the website rather than the mobile app, the app flubs up the formatting of it all.
I’m sorry if the pacing of this was one rather strange :/
I didn’t want to bore the lot of you with inserted filler to fill time slots. Reading back on this, this feels so shit I’m really sorry.
Tag list: @jdogjdyke , @lettersshapes , @marland56 , @silver-winter-wolf, @bandsandanimefreak , @ihavetwospleens , @retrogarden , @hogwartsrey , @kurt-nightcrawler
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part four || part six || buckley master list || series master list
“Jonathan?”
You called aloud, knocking on the door to the darkroom. There was a bit of shuffling inside and Jonathan opened the door just a crack. You slipped inside through the sliver of space he allowed for the door to open, dumping your bag on the ground.
“I still don’t get why you asked me,” Jonathan mumbled as he leaned against one of the tables, looking at you as you crouched in front of your bag and fumbled with your camera.
“‘Cause I hate Nicole and you’re the most talented photographer I know,” You simply said, smiling at him as you took out the film from the camera. Jonathan blushed slightly underneath the red lights, flattered at your sweet compliment.
“Anyway, seriously, thank you for agreeing to help me out,” You added in with a little grin, returning your camera into your backpack.
“Why the sudden interest in photography anyway?” Jonathan asked, taking a careful hold of the film.
“Just little gifts for a friend,” You vaguely said as you watched Jonathan carefully snip the film.
For your next letter, you were planning on adding little pictures to your letter, just to spice things up slightly once again. It had been constant weeks of solely letters and the one cassette tape you left for her. She actually had been listening to the mix in class and it made you insanely flattered and a tinge bit flustered.
“I’m sure he or she will love them,” Jonathan added in with a sweet smile.
“She,” You smiled, walking over to where he had been in the developing room.
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After developing the photos, you thanked Jonathan for staying so late with you after school. Steve was waiting in the car, ready to take you home. Before leaving the parking lot, he looked over the developed photos. Some of them, obviously, wasn’t for Robin and just for yourself, but they were all good nevertheless.
There was an image of a robin sitting in her nest, and another of a beautiful flower you found by Lovers’ Lake. Little images of records and libraries and all sorts of beauty only found in the little things. For yourself, you had a few goofy selfies of you and Steve in there and a couple of pretty candids of him.
“Damn, I look good,” Steve haughtily said, looking over the photos of himself. You handed him the other half of your selfies and he smiled brightly at your silly selves.
In the quiet moment of filtering through photos, Steve eventually perked up and asked if he may read over the letter you wrote for Robin this time around. You, as always, kept the letter tucked in a hidden pocket of your backpack. You safely pulled it out and looked to Steve with a glare that could kill.
“You’re not allowed to mock me,” You warned with a little smile before you began to read.
I’ve been sending you these pathetic letters since the fall and here we are, freshly into spring and nothing from me physically. I’m apologetic for the fact that I haven’t shown you who I am quite yet, but I’m still not quite ready yet. Believe me, I very much still like you. And I don’t believe I can stop.
Every time I’m with you my heart soars. Now that I’ve become more acquainted to you, I can’t help but feel myself falling deeper in … well, I don’t want to say love per se, but it may just be that. You’re such a lovable person, and you’ve caught me under your spell.
Thank you for being patient with me, I promise that you’ll know who I am by the end of the school year. And if you don’t want to know who I am, then I understand fully. I just hope that you’ll still be okay with me after all of this.
You looked up to Steve after reading, folding up the letter with a sad smile. Steve held your hand and gave a firm squeeze.
“You’ll get your confidence soon,”
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“Are you even listening?” Carol cut in, snapping her fingers in front of your face.
“Sorry, what?” Obviously, you hadn’t been listening to them for the past ten minutes. One minute of the ten was spent stoically gawking at Robin from a few lunch tables away. Your heart fluttered when she saw you, and she gave an apologetic look as she could see how miserable you were there.
Lately, everything has been great with Robin. You two were getting along swimmingly and you both became actual friends — much to your delight. However, dread crept slowly behind you.
The other minutes were spent in your own uneasy head, the aforementioned dread tracing circled on your back. You weren’t sure how long you could keep this whole facade of ‘just being friends’ up.
There were so many moments shared between you two, quiet ones that were yours alone and boisterous ones with her little group. She’d reveal little secrets to you and giggle with you when the noise was faint and the night was high.
Robin would murmur critiques or little jokes during movies, and you’d feel the brush of her fingertips against yours when she’d try and reach for the drink you shared. And God, those late nights sitting in front of 711 cackling your problems away and indulging in slushies. You loved every moment with her — the quiet and the loud.
But there were many nights of you sitting on your bed with your head against your wall, silently contemplating yourself and your thoughts. You longed for her hands to hold yours and for her voice to whisper sweet nothings into your ear.
“Are you going to Tammy’s party tonight?” Carol repeated once you were attentively listening, and you hastily shook your head. In contrast, this is hardly what you longed for — partying with the royals of this school. Tommy and Carol both gave you confused looks, appalled that you were gonna be a no-show.
“I’m not either,” Steve cut-in, shrugging nonchalantly. His eyes flickered down to see your hands nervously drumming against the seat. Gently, he took your hand in his and continued to explain to Carol and Tommy why he wasn’t going to show tonight. You weren’t exactly paying attention, but all your picked up on was Steve stating that you two would be studying for your tests before spring break.
After their conversation died down and lunch had promptly ended, Steve held you back at the tables. He looked at you softly, curling your hair behind your ear.
“Are you okay?” Steve asked lowly, looking into your eyes for any sign of reaction from you. You gently squeezed his hand, sighing softly.
“Can we ditch last period? I’m not feeling myself today,” You asked sweetly, your eyes rising from your hands to his face. Steve paused for a moment, before ultimately nodding and helping you stand from the bench.
“Just leave your note and meet me by my locker,” Steve whispered before giving one last squeeze to your hand before departing from you.
You soon found yourself in front of Robin’s locker, a breath caught in your throat. You slowly slipped the letter inside her locker, feeling a sense of dread crawling up your flesh.
You flung your backpack around your body, unzipping it to pull out a book and twine. The book that you held was one of Robin’s favorites. A few months ago she mentioned the book to you, and you immediately began to read it. Although, due to time, it took a little while to ultimately finish it. But you did! Inside you highlighted your favorite passages and wrote an additional little message inside.
You shakily tied the book to the locker with the twine, trying to ensure that it wouldn’t fall off the locker and actually remain against it. Once you got it affixed to the locker, you hastily backed away and fled to where Steve would be waiting for you.
The moment you saw him, you felt more at ease — even if in the slightest. You wrapped him in your arms, burying your face into his shoulder as you breathed heavily into his sweater.
“Come on, let’s go to my car,” Steve murmured into your hair, quick to realize how frantic you seemed to be. You two walked side by side as you two made your way to the vehicle, an obvious tension high up in the air. But not between you two, just with yourself.
You two loaded into the car, and he paused to look over at you — watching as you slowly buckled yourself and hugged your arms.
“Just drive,” You murmured lowly. “Let’s just get ice cream,” You softly begged, smiling to Steve apologetically for your demands. Without question, he began driving.
The moment that you two made it on the road, you cleared your throat and began to explain yourself.
“I can’t fucking do this, Steve,” You groaned, leaning your head against the seat as you continued to ramble. “Who the hell am I to keep doing this?” You grumbled, running your hands through your hair.
“It’s like I’m dueling double lives,” You huffed. “In my letters, I’m obviously someone who’s very much attracted to her, but in person, I fake everything and just play the ‘friend’ role,” You groaned, turning over in your seat to look at Steve.
“It’s not bad to have a crush on a friend,” Steve spared you a glance as he said this, apathetically smiling at you.
“But there is! Robin asked me if I had a crush on anyone and my dumbass said no!” You whined, curling your legs up to your chest. You nuzzled your nose in between your knees and stayed quiet for a little while.
“That’s fine!” Steve’s voice cracked, clearing his throat immediately after. “It’s also not bad to just not admit your crush,”
“But the pining!”
“Okay, what the hell do you want from me?” Steve raised his brows, giving you an accusatory look. You apologized and chuckled, zipping your mouth shut and letting him speak.
“It’s just a matter of presenting and the build-up,” Steve continued to speak. “Robin seems to be like the type of girl that would accept a date if she knows the person for a long time and has been good friends with them,” He nudged you gently while you were at a stop.
“So that means you, princess,” Steve jested, sending a wink your way. “You’ve been patient enough, now you just gotta go for it!” Steve announced, but you still gave him that doubtful look.
“I mean,” Steve paused. “Remember, we had a crush on each other before and we were friends,” Steve began to say, glancing over at you before ultimately focusing on the road. You laughed softly, brushing your messy hair back.
“You’re right,” You hummed.
“I always am,”
“You took your shot and everything was perfect, even now,” You smiled to yourself, reminiscing on everything that had happened between you two over the years. Soon after the passing moment of memory, the present-day struggles sank you lower into your seat.
“It’s … just hard,” You hummed, drumming your fingers against the tops of your shoes. “What was it like for you when you tried to ask me out?” You asked shyly, looking over at Steve with a desperate demeanor.
“I was nervous as shit,” Steve admitted, laughing a little to himself. “You were the first girl that didn’t like me solely for my looks, so I was like ‘Man I can’t fuck this up’ you know?” Steve began to ramble, causing you to giggle alongside him.
“But you just have to remember that if she’s a good person, she’ll treat you the same even if she doesn’t like you. If she treats you like trash after, forget it,” Steve explained.
“Just act like you don’t care,”
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Stark's bug
Tony Stark x Son!reader
A day late it is here! Chapter 8 has arrived. For anyone wanting to read from the start I tag all the chapters #starks bug chapter 1;2;etc or just #chapter 1;2;3; etc. Since I solely post from mobile. Maybe one day I will link them but until now it's done this way. Have a nice read.
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Chapter 8
Easter was this weekend. You never celebrated in a religious sense but liked the preparation for it in school, like the crafting of egg baskets or drawing on eggshells. Still, you didn't like the thought of it passing without your dad by your side. The thought of him not hiding a few sweets around the house was saddening.
It's been almost three months without him, and while you weren't losing hope, clinging to the thought of him being alive, you really wanted him to be home for Easter so you could give him the egg you had colored in art class. It had the easter bunny on it. Or rather your best impression of it. You really didn't know what a humanoid rabbit had to do with jesus coming back from the dead, but you liked to think it had some connection. And now you had no smart ass dad who would answer your question with an outrageous and funny story exactly why the Easter-bunny and Jesus were connected before telling you the real truth an hour or so later. It bummed you out. And researching it yourself didn't have the same feeling to it.
Tuesday evening you were unaware what was just happening on a continent miles and miles from home. While you were falling asleep in his bed that was barely holding his scent anymore, a certain someone had just escaped his captors. Miles and miles away from home. And was now lost in a seemingly endless desert.
So you fell asleep feeling secure surrounded by the faint smell of your father still lingering deep within his unchanged sheets.
The dream you were having was hectic. It had slides, fireworks, a gameshow with ghosts and much more seemingly senseless themes that made complete sense within the dream.
Around 3am, maybe later, you were woken up by your uncle. He was shaking you a bit. Gently whispering for you to wake up, that he had good news and such.
You, half asleep, sat up yawning and were handed a phone by an ecstatic looking uncle Happy.
"Hello?" You mumbled as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. Still exhausted from the early wake up.
"Hey, Stark Jr. Good morning. I have someone here who desperately wants to talk to you. He said it can't wait. Should I let him?" Rhodey's voice came through the speaker sounding as if he was speaking through a smile.
In your tired confusion you just said "Yeah?" not really thinking about anything but how tired you were.
"Hey Bug. How are you?" The tired familiar voice sounded through the phone and awoke you suddenly.
You paused for a second, your still half sleeping brain processing the voice that was ringing through the phones speaker. Your stomach had reacted before you and was giving you a ton of happy little kicks.
"Daddy?" You asked in a shushed tone almost afraid it wasn't true. That your mind was just playing a cruel trick on you. But smiling nonetheless.
"Yeah Bug, how've you been?" A voice that clearly belonged to your father said softly with a smile you wouldn't be able to see.
"Daddy!" you said as your grin grew.
"Yeah I think we went over that."
"I'm great! Are you okay? When are you coming home?" you said basically bouncing up and down in his bed.
"I'm fine now. We're boarding the plane in a few minutes so about, a handful of hours? I'll be home soon don't worry. What's the time over there? Did Happy wake you up?"
"I don't know, yes. Come home soon daddy. Can I pick you up at the airport?"
"Of course, you and Pepper and Happy will all come to the airport later okay?"
"Okay!"
There was a short pause.
"I have to hang up now sweetie, see you soon. I love you."
"I love you too daddy. See you later."
And with that the call ended and your cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so brightly, happy tears were rolling down your cheeks. You sniffles as you said the next words.
"Uncle Happy, Daddy's coming home!" You jumped around the bed full of energy you didn't know what to do with before engulfing you uncle in a hug. Happy smiled and returned the bear hug.
"I have to show daddy what I've done while he was gone! Where is my diary? I need to check it." Happy handed you your diary together with your pen knowing full well you wouldn't go back to sleep now. You began flipping through it perfecting everything so your dad would know in full detail what you did the last three months. Happy left you to it and began making breakfast. Really early breakfast.
You ate and went to school like normal but today you were telling everyone about why you were so happy. The fatigue from being woken up so early hadn't set in at all.
Back home you prepared your diary some more and put the timeline you had crafted in school with your pictures in the back.
"Daddy will like this." you said to yourself and put it in your backpack ready to go pick him up. Though you were gonna have to wait one more hour for that.
You just bounced around the mansion making sure all your craftsmanship was still intact so your dad would be able to see them and be proud. Knowing that if you sit down for too long you'll fall asleep.
You also couldn't wait to show him the egg you had painted in school. You couldn't wait for all the things you had planned with him to happen.
When Happy had called you to get going you basically sprinted into the car. Your legs where bouncing up and down so fast that your didn't see them clearly.
On your way to pick up your dad you picked up Pepper too. She seemed like she had been crying so you gave her a hug, hers always made you feel better. So you returned the favour basically.
You talked the whole drive there about all the things you were going to do together. The amusement park being highest on your list, followed by going camping, and the zoo and playing together. And not to forget showing him all the progress you had made with the force.
As soon as the car was parked you jumped out and looked around yourself only to see nobody. That was a bit of a downer but you could live through a few more minutes of wait. You passed your time by talking to the strangers present at the site. Some paramedics gave you a lollipop. So you stuck with them for almost 20 minutes just talking about everything and nothing.
A plane soon landed and rolled up to you all. When the ramp opened you were basically vibrating with excitement. As soon as it touched the ground you said screw waiting and ran up to your dad. The impact of your hug almost sending him backwards if Rhodes hadn't been there to grab onto his arm.
"Good to see you again Bug. I hope you didn't miss me too much." You just held onto him for a few minutes until you were certain that this was your father and that he was actually back. When you looked up at him you were crying.
"Come here buddy." Rhodey said and stretched out his arms. As you went to him he picked you up and carried you down the ramp.
"I missed you too, you know? It's not like I have seen you either in the past months." Rhodey commented and tickled you.
"Where's my hug huh? Where's my hug?" He said grinning as you squirmed and laughed from being tickled.
Rhodey sat you down while your dad was talking to Pepper. You gave him a quick hug and ran away, not wanting to get tickled again.
Once you all were in the car Pepper was in the front seat first making phone calls, after bickering with your dad, while you were ranting to your dad about all the things you had done and learned while he was away.
"I can crush a spoon now!"
"Oh really? Show me ."
"But I dont have one."
"You can show me once we're home alright?"
You nodded and continued your rambling and how you had some gifts for him so he would know what you did while he was away.
When you stopped at Burger king you got some chicken nuggets from them, then it was off to the press conference Pepper had organized short term. She seemed really stressed.
You walked into the building walking next to your father, still eating your nuggets while the press people took pictures. You smiled and waved at some of them but didn't answer them as your mouth was full. It was bad to talk with your mouth full, you could choke and it was rude.
Inside a man named AGENT Coulson grabbed your attention and you decided to stick with Pepper and him instead of your dad and Obie. You still had a clear view of your father so all was fine.
"Is your name really Agent?" You asked him before he could even say hello.
"...No, uh my name is Phil Coulson, agent is like a title. Cool shirt by the way." he answered pointing at your Captain Magic shirt.
"That's sad, agent would be a cool name. And thank you Daddy bought it." You said, Phil just nodded.
You were about to ask another question when your father started talking. You listened a bit but decided to just look at the agent instead trying to figure him out. That seemed much more interesting.
You stayed standing since you weren't paying attention and a few people chuckled when your father was telling you directly to sit down. Embarrassed you did as told.
Once your dad was done with his announcement all hell broke lose, people were taking pictures and asking questions but your dad just went off the stage and out of the room with Obie.
You were confused about the ruckus so you stayed with Phil, he seemed nice and Pepper and Rhodes were close by so you felt safe. Also it looked like they were going to argue and you really didn't like it when they did.
"So, are you like a spy?" You asked him picking the crumbs out of you chicken nuggets box.
"No, I mean kind of? I'm an Agent, I'm working with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."
"Thats a long name. What are you doing here? Spying?"
"No," he chuckled "We need to ask your father about the circumstances of his escape. I already made out a date with miss Potts. So I think I will see you again soon," Escape? So he was kidnapped? You shrugged off the thought.
"Cool... So do you have a gun then, like in the movies?"
"I do have a gun from time to time but not currently."
"What do you do with it? Kill people?"
"I try not to."
You were stunned, there was a person who claimed that he was an agent for a Division you had never heard of and he was telling you how he had probably killed a few people. Your mouth was hanging open.
Before you could ask any other questions he was gone and so was everybody else besides Pepper who was waiting for you.
At home, once you two were alone, you told Tony all about what you've been up to while he read your diary. You talked and talked and talked until you were finally tired. You fell asleep on the couch with a piece of Pizza still in your hand.
Tony smiled down fondly at you, despite you being torn away from him for almost three months you didn't treat him much differently than before.
You were still the rambling mess of a little boy he remembered. And very inquisitive about the arc reactor in his chest.
He put down your diary, took the pizza piece, and covered your body with a blanket.
Well you might have become a bit more clingy. He thought while stroking your hair softly. He had been so afraid of what might happen to you if he doesn't come back. He didn't want you to end up like him. He wants you to grow up knowing that you can rely on him, that you always have his support. And he cant do that when he's dead.
He shuddered out a sigh and put you to bed.
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I know what you like from Dick (your post are really extensive and detailed, which is great because I love seeing people talk about what they’re passionate about) but is there any type of arc, friend expansion or themes you’d like to see with other robins like Damian or Jason?
Jason, definitely. I actually talk a lot about possibilities for him unrelated to things involving Dick - I’ve got lots of thoughts and feelings about what if he’d had a bigger support system when he was a teen, and how that could have led away from his inevitable death. Like how there was always that age group of YJ and Titans members who were just a couple of years older than Tim so never quite meshed with his YJ crew, but not as old as Dick and his friends....the Ray, Damage, Anima, etc. Like there’s more than enough there for Jason’s own Titans lineup of in-betweeners. I also have a lot of thoughts about Jason and Damage being potential BFFs, and also the idea of Jason dating Tom Bronson aka Tomcat, the werepanther son of Wildcat, Ted Grant.
And post death and return, I think Jason, Obsidian and Damage could make a great trio of misunderstood (and horrifically misused by DC) friends who’ve been through hell and back and toe the line between hero and anti-hero, but often not even so much because of their own choices but because of how they’re inevitably perceived due to things outside their own actions (like Obsidian often assumed the worst of because people are afraid of his shadow powers, and Damage has a long history of being demonized for the destructive nature of his powers by people in universe, etc).
So like, I definitely have those posts, I just suck at tagging....like search my blog on mobile for those characters’ names and posts with them should come up fairly easily.
My thoughts on expansion for Damian at the moment are currently consumed by GIVE HIM BACK HIS FRIENDS DC, WTF, FIRST COLIN, THEN MAYA, NOW JON, WHY WON’T YOU LET HIM KEEP ANY OF HIS FRIENDS EVER.
And with Tim they’re mostly like.....give Young Justice to anyone but Bendis, who I can’t stand, lol, but otherwise I’d be interested. Like, I know ppl don’t believe me lol but I genuinely don’t inherently dislike Tim, as long as he’s not being written as what I perceive to be at Dick’s expense, like, people getting pissed at Dick on Tim’s behalf for something that I will always maintain was not as cut and dried as people make it. But like, separate of stuff like that....I loved the YJ book from the nineties and was a big fan and so I’m actually really glad to have all of those characters back and reunited, its basically what I would have wanted and done with them myself all along, its just....Bendis. Why. Stop.
Also, Tim’s new superhero name will never not be the dumbest thing ever, there are SO MANY CHOICES you could go with instead and you have him like...Fail at Secret Identities AND Striking Fear Into The Heart Of His Enemies all at the same time. Good plan.
Like, when you need your hero to stop and explain to the bad guys that no, actually, his namesake is actually a pretty bad-ass bird in real life, honest, like...that’s not good. I don’t know who said that was good but like. They lied.
Cass and Duke, I just need more of together. Them in Batman & The Outsiders is again, actually a canon thing I really enjoy, even though the insistence on Cass’ broken English can go die in a fire any day now, seriously. But I love the two of them together and think they’re such an underrated dynamic and they play off each other well, and I would love to see them explore the hidden aspects of both their backgrounds together....like there’s still so much Cass doesn’t know about Lady Shiva and her intentions for Cass like what she even wants from her, and literally everything Duke learned about/from Gnomon in Batman & The Signal needs following up on STAT, even if its just to say Gnomon was full of shit and Duke should not listen to him about anything.
I also have some older posts about the possibilities of tying Duke’s powers and his family tree into the emotional entity of hope that empowers the Blue Lantern Corps, like the same way Jade - Alan Scott’s daughter - is connected to the green lantern energy and powers without actually needing to be one herself. Like, some of that meta needs tweaking because later stories I read with Duke made certain things about that not work, but like...there’s stuff there that I still would love to see played with even if just in fic, because I love the Lantern CONCEPT as a whole, and also I’m really really in love with the idea of one of Duke’s direct ancestors having maybe been an avatar of hope at some point like Kyle was for Ion, and Duke’s powers were derived from that....like we know his mom Elaine had some kind of powers as well, with the implication IMO being that they were light connected, and that’s why Gnomon was fixated on her in the first place, even if he’s lying about being Duke’s biological father....anyway, like I said, there’s definitely stuff about that lurking around my blog, I just....desperately need to get better about tagging, but also I say that a lot and then it never happens. LOL. Like I’m great at remembering to tag for trigger warnings, but tagging for organizational purposes? My brain’s like lol why would we ever do that.
But yeah, I for sure have lots of thoughts and ideas for all the family members at various times, but there’s not a whole lot of rhyme or reason to when they pop into my head or when I shift to one in specific....just that inevitably, I always shift back to being Dick Grayson hour, lol. I even have some broader Batfam/franchise posts like.....there’s one I wrote about how I’d give other Rogues than the Joker a derivative character or sidekick, like Mister Freeze, the Riddler and Poison Ivy (I think I named them Kid Chill/Tundra, the Memetic and Hemlock).
And there’s one I keep meaning to revisit about how I’d love to see the Batfamily go up against...a whole rival family, like if a branch of the Falcones returned to Gotham to try and retake power in secret, and they had a matriarch kinda like how Bruce is the patriarch of the Batfam, and then various kids and cousins to act as foils for the Batkids. Like a hacker named Smokescreen to work on hiding their activities from Oracle’s eyes, or a rival to Jason called Red Herring who like, pits the family against each other by framing crimes on various members of the family and testing their trust in each other.
Stuff like that. So I’m not a totally one track mind. Just 90%! LOLOL.
I occasionally remember to take longer meta or ficbits and put them in this sorta catch-all fic posting I have here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18557212/chapters/43986025
But like, by occasionally I mean I’ve remembered a grand total of four times, but hey, whatever. I’m a WIP. The first one is an old magic AU I’m pretty fond of....it was mostly focused on how Dick, Jason and Tim might grow up if they’d been adopted by Zatanna instead of Bruce....though Bruce ends up adopting Cass, Steph and still has Damian. Unfortunately it was written before I got caught up on DC stuff so it doesn’t have Duke in that one....though he’s in two of the others which are more just general Batfam shenanigans.
*Shrugs* Basically I’m random as fuck and hop around a lot, but I’m definitely interested in all the various Batkids, so can happily ramble about any of them with the right prompt, whether a reblog or an ask - just assuming I have the time or energy or am not being a cranky asshole at a particular character because I’m overprotective of my personal chosen fave and not above admitting it. LOL. Quelle problematique.
Like, this is a bit broader of a question then I typically know what to do with, other than just like...point to other things I’ve written that are related, lol, because like....there’s SO MANY thoughts I have or ways I could answer that, I generally don’t know where else to start haha. The more specific you are with an ask or a debate point, the better your chances of getting something definitive from me, lmao.
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Video Review Wednesday: Dealing with INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS
Hello, everyone!!! Before we begin, I wanted to let y’all know that due to the new-ness of this video, ALL of our normal top-of-the-post chatter, including the characters in the video and the length of the video, will be under the cut in order to avoid spoilers. This post will remain not properly tagged as well; at least, it sill remain so until 2 weeks after the video’s been up to refrain from spoilers. Mobile users, just,... scroll REALLY FAST!!!
Watch the NEWEST Sanders Sides video HERE!!! (But make sure to read the warning card at the start of the video first!!! Keep yourselves safe!!!)
SO!!! To be fair, I was going to write a video review for Selfishness Vs Selflessness. BUT!!! This video is New and Exciting and we’re going to review it!!! Unlike other Sanders Sides Reviews, I’ll be writing about this one as I watch it!! I’ll be numbering my thoughts as I go under Stray Thoughts plus my random thoughts that might be wrong about the video’s content, along with the time in the video (
put in parenthesis and then italicized
) that I thought of it so that you guys can keep up. I’m really excited to watch this, so let’s go!!!
Video Length: 41:16
Characters In Order Of Appearance: Thomas, Virgil, Patton, Roman, Logan, [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Our video starts with!!!! A CONTENT WARNING!!! The first content warning placed in-video for Thomas’s content, save for possibly Accepting Anxiety because I’m not about to go and check. Then (ignoring the ad), the video opens with a LATE and TOTALLY PANICKING Thomas getting ready to film. I noticed that he looked REALLY tired, but at this point I’m pretty sure it’s Thomas and not Virgil.
Then, the intro card!!!
Thomas is... in a bath robe, obviously exhausted, and trying to film his video. He’s rambling, he’s exhausted, he looks like the emotional equivalent of getting hit by a bus, AAAND Virgil and Patton show up when Thomas is like “yeah everything has gone to SHIT.” Patton looks.... Surprisingly anxious, even for him. Virgil agrees to try and change the subject, but Virgil looks FAR more tired than normal. His eyeshadow is darker than it’s been in a long, long time.
And then Roman appears RIGHT as they’re trying to change the subject. Patton and Virgil won’t tell Roman what’s going on; weird, to be honest. BUT since they’re lying, I’m pretty sure Deceit will appear (2:10). Roman insists that he wants to know what’s going on. Thomas AND Virgil both said Ro wouldn’t want to know, and Patton’s just trying to help kep Ro distracted, and failing miserably.
AND HEEEERES LOGAN!!! Who gets IMMEDIATELY roasted because he’s pretty sure the whole Thomas Feeling Bad thing is because of Lee and Mary Lee VS The Callback. He calls Patton and Virgil’s reactions an over-reaction only to get roasted because of Logan’s self-defined state of having no feelings. Cue the falsehood screech when he gets called out, and then Roman’s STILL trying to figure out what’s going on.
AND LOGAN DAMN NEAR REVEALED IT!!! and EVERYONE starts yelling at him to SHUT HIS MOUTH!!! To be honest, I’ve never seen this happen in ANY Sanders Side video--Like, sure, we’ve had 1 side yell at another, but THIS? Dang...
HE WAS GONNA SAY INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS!!! HOT DAMN LOGAN, YOU GO!!! And NOW I know why there was so much yelling!!! Thomas wants to Not Think About It!!!
And now they’re talking about a movie (that I, Mod Wheat, have never seen), and Thomas... Spaces out. And has an Intrusive Thought. AND holy shit THERE ARE hands BEHIND rOMAN’S TV!!!!!!!
Ladies and Gents, introducing our Newest Side: Bastard Man!!! He’s got the world’s most COMICAL mustache and, honestly, his appearance is Unnerving. But, that’s probably the point!!! I had to pause the video because of my yelling about the new side, so... Back to the vid!!!
And OH WOW, Patton and Virgil are SCARED SHITLESS of him!!! And now Bastard has a staff!!! WHAT IS GOING ON!!! IT WAS A MACE NOT A STAFF HE HIT ROMAN!!! BASTARD MAN IS A DOUCHE!!!!
And NOW we can call Bastard Man Duke!!! I... Don’t know how I feel about how Roman was handled.
AND: MUSICAL NUMBER!!! Duke jumps STRAIGHT into an adam and eve comparison, and we have Virgil and Patton looking uncomfortable and nauseous. AND THEN HE STARTS SINGING ABOUT GETTING THE SCARY PIECES OF CREATIVITY!!! Which, base don the fact that Thomas canonically and IRL doesn’t like Scary Content, is... Weird. And the other sides... Can’t seem to get this New Boi to STFU. WILD.
DECEIT KIND OF APPEARS!!! MY SNAKE SON!!! STOPPED HOLDING DUKE BACK!!! Honestly, it looks like Duke took Dee venting about the whole Lee and Mary Lee situation WAY OUT OF HAND, but still!!!
and NOW we get into more interesting material!!! Duke starts running through... What I would call intrusive thoughts. Licking the blowhole of a dolphin? Wild. Best friend shut inside a coffin? ALSO Wild, but in a less good way.
And Duke just straight-up saying “YEAH you’re a BAD PERSON because you THINK these things????” Like... Holy SHIT, dude. If I had to guess, Duke is Intrusive Thoughts. We’ll see if I’m right.
Music ends, and Duke claims he’s Thomas’s Creativity. But, only a piece of it. The piece that goes to the gore and the scary and the “juicy stuff”, as Duke puts it.
And then they talk about Jeffery Dahmer... Thomas tries to get the Duke to shut up, which only succeeds in getting the Duke to... NOT shut up.
And then they get into WHAT the Duke is. He’s half of Thomas’s creativity--the half that he’s squirreled away, banished as bad imagination. This, in turn, led to the Duke being experienced as Intrusive Thoughts by Thomas. Which, at about 15 minutes into the video, shouldn’t be where they leave the defining off.
And then... Virgil says that Thomas is, inherently, NOT the good person he wants to be. Because of the intrusive thoughts caused by the Duke. Now, I don’t know much about how intrusive thoughts perpetuate, but I DO know that having them doesn’t inherently make you a bad person; it’s when you ACT on them (and by them I mean the WORST ones) that you are.
After that, Virgil tries to claim that the Duke is, well, kind of useless because some thoughts have no meaning. Which is great!!! Except that he immediately crumbles afterwards, stating that clearly they MUST have a purpose otherwise why would they have been thought? this goes on to claiming that the thoughts aren’t Thomas’s, and that therefore means Thomas is innocent. Which... doesn’t end well, since only Thomas can think Thomas’s thoughts.
I’m going to... SKIP a bunch of content here, since I’m 20 minutes in and I want to finish the post before I hit a word limit or my power goes out aka I got distracted watching the video akdfhklshd, so we’re jumping to... LOGAN!!!
Logan starts debunking the Duke, running through why the Duke exists at all as well as the fact that the Duke having as much power as he does is because of Patton and Virgil. Virgil, because the thoughts make him anxious and make the anxiety jump WAY through the roof, and Patton because Patton doesn’t want to just... leave the thoughts be and let them happen.
And with this reveal, and the use of Logic to dismantle the Duke, we are left with several things to think of; the fact that intrusive thoughts can be combated with Logic, the fact that if you just relax and let them go they can’t hurt you (very much), and the Duke’s name: Remus.
After that, Remus nyooms off to... wherever Remus goes, and Roman’s back to consciousness!!! God bless you Roman, we missed you!!! And then... Roman apologizes to Logan for calling him a name!!! Score!!! And then Thomas is feeling alright, and HE THANKS LOGAN AND CALLS LOGAN COOL!!!! AND MY GOD!!! MY SMART SON!!! LOOKS SO BAMBOOZLED BUT LIKE CONTENT!!!! HELL YEAH!!!
And Remus pops back up one more time, Roman reveals that he doesn’t LIKE Remus because Remus is all the BAD things bout creativity, and then it’s Thomas and Virgil. And BOY OH BOY does Virgil have ONE HELL OF A REVEAL!!! For the sake of those whose mobile doesn’t scroll fast enough, I won’t spoil it (even though I’ve spoiled pretty much most of the episode), since SOME things must be discovered for their own merit!!!
And then... it’s the end of the video!!! It’s confirmed that the Thomas that does the Ads in the beginning of the longer videos is the Sanders-verse canon Thomas!!! Really interesting take, honestly!!!
End Card:
Remus is the Trash Man. He eats the deodorant while watching Thomas, it’s fucking WILD!!! And then at the LAST SECOND, Remus pops up like “There’s a snake in my butt!!!” like HELL YEAH REMUS YOU GO REMUS!!!
Stray Thoughts:
(1) The music cover for the content warning is a Bop tbfh (like 4 seconds in)
(2) I know the robe is probably a bad thing but I am LIVING for the tired robe life. Reminds me of college student horse shit surrounding engineering finals (1:42)
(3) “It’s Virgil, everybody give it up for the purp man...” has me CACKLING (3:55)
(4) I do not LIKE the bastard man... But god DAMN does he look good in Green (6:22)
(5) When Duke said Thomas Lacked Imagination after knocking Roman out and then yeeted STRAIGHT into an Adam and Eve thing... Makes me wonder if he can control the Imagination too :/ (6:54)
(6) Ok as much as I don’t like the Duke he is just... a litel creatchure... he canot change this... (17:35)
(7) The duke is... Growing on me. Still doesn’t take Dee’s spot as my favorite, but he’s a Chaotic Neutral at its finest. (25-ish mins in)
Quotes:
"It’s Virgil.... Everybody give it up for the purp man...” -Thomas, un-enthused
"Roman is sort of like Netflix kids and family. He’s the option that you select if you want to--” “Block out all the juicy stuff!!!” -Logan & Duke
“Either way, you’re not my creativity.” “Yeah! That’s the brave, handsome, unbeatable ROMAN!” *Roman, still unconscious and mumbling things* -Thomas, Patton, and Roman
“There’s a snake in my butt!!!” -Remus
This was a super good episode!!! I really like Remus, even though he could, admittedly, be taken to be More Evil than Deceit currently is. I need to watch and re-watch the video to have more theories about it, but I am LOVING our newest side and I cannot WAIT for an episode with both Remus AND Dee in it. It’d be a pretty interesting episode!!!
- Mod Wheat
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“it goes like this”
Here’s my contribution to RobStar Week Day 6: Children (which is more like a cameo hehe)
Summary:
they’ve got superpowers, and you’re not talking about starbolts or ancient incantations
(Or: a look into Nightwing’s train of thought)
ao3 version ~
ff.net version ~
A/N: I’ve been taking these prompts pretty loosely and I hope that’s alright with everyone. Also it’s definitely RobStar but note that this fic covers a lot of ground with Robin and the other Titans so if that’s not your thing then by all means I’ll see you on day 7 for some classic RxS fluff
1.
It goes like this.
The morning light ebbs and flows through her hair like waves of fire, and you wonder how you got on with life before she started sleeping in your room, because waking up to this—a glorious configuration of golden skin and red hair and bright green eyes tangled in the sheets—seems like the only correct way to start the day. Her hand snakes out of the blanket and she runs her thumb across your jaw. There are fifty emotions on her face, and because you’ve been with her for some time now, you know she’s about to tell you something sad, and intimate, and honest.
“I believe leaving Tamaran was the worst thing to happen to me.”
That’s a new one.
“Really?”
She nods. “Because it was home. And now I’m here and Earth is home. I can no longer be in either place without missing the other. I fear I am going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.”
This is a dilemma because you can’t relate. There’s no “yearning” going on when you think of where you grew up. Gotham is more of a ghost you can’t shake off than it is anything else. But then Kory takes your fingers and brings it up to her lips, and you’re reminded that right now she’s not looking for someone with answers. She’s looking for you, here, sharing the same pillow and breathing the same air while she chips at raw, unorganized thoughts bit by bit. For her this is good enough, and she deserves more than good enough but it’s only morning so there’s time to make it up to her.
And that’s important because Kory’s kind of the most beautiful thing in your life right now and it has nothing to do with her face or her body and everything to do with the life force thrumming inside her, pure and ferocious, and her vulnerabilities and her trust and her kindness that have all miraculously stayed alive despite everything she’s been through. They’re the foundations of the safe house you’ve been building for yourself inside of her.
You’ll have to get out of bed eventually. You both do. You have a team to lead and she’s got to play her part in it. But for now, you give yourself a pass to be selfish, and you cup her face into your hands and you kiss her so deeply you don’t even know who is breathing for whom. And that’s how you let your day begin.
2.
Sometimes you can’t even stand to look at him.
But you’d rather Garfield not know that, because it’s not his fault. So you take the mug of coffee he’s offering you like it’s no big deal and you lean back against the counter, pretending the way he hums commercial tunes while reading the back of the cereal box doesn’t make your heart ache.
You’ve maneuvered the big brother thing with Jason and Tim in the same style Bruce maneuvered fatherhood with you: with an awkwardness beyond measure and heaps of crippling self-doubt and a whole lot of mistakes to seal the deal. So sometimes Garfield terrifies you. Because there’s a brotherhood going on and you rank on his list of role models, and you just don’t want to fuck it up. You’ve seen what it’s like to have a kid so lost and disturbed it got it himself killed. Or the way grief can come down on everyone like a grenade. You know guilt in all its shiny forms, and the insidious way it unravels you with thoughts of what you should have said and what you could have done to keep that boy alive.
Garfield is nothing like Jason. But you’re not really interested in taking any chances. Because behind a screen of lame jokes and false bravado is someone who’s had a childhood much tougher than he lets on. Gar’s got the concealment of pain thing down. And if his powers have taught him anything, it’s how to adapt, how to get from one form to another in order to survive. That’s resiliency, and Garfield’s got it in spades.
He’s growing into something spectacular, and just please, please don’t fuck it up, Dick. Because you’re tired of lost potential, and you know you won’t claw your way out of darkness if it happens a second time.
Gar’s reading the nutritional value of Fruity-O’s on the side of the box and you can’t stop thinking how decent he is. There’s a leader inside him, he doesn’t even realize it yet. You’ve been waiting for the right time to start a new type of discussion with Gar, one about change and the future of the team and your intentions of making him a bigger part of it. Maybe the right time is today. So you stand there, rehearsing it in your mind.
“Dude, you ever wonder how calorically dense a booger is?”
Maybe not today.
3.
Raven’s got hawkeye vision because there is no other reason for you two to be sitting this far away from the mark. The distance is the span of the whole food court and the little girl looks like a tiny blip in a sea of Jump City consumers.
The mall as the venue is your idea, because it’s best to not make a scene, but you’ve tagged along in case things go sour since you never want Raven to be dealing with shit alone. Maybe it’s because she’s been inside your head, or because she’s got the bases covered with father issues and toxic vices and you can both struggle together, but for whatever reason, Raven knows you better than anybody. Better than Bruce and Alfred and Babs and Donna. Even better than Kory.
Maybe it works both ways, because you know what she’s thinking right now.
“They start them young, don’t they?”
The mark is barely a teenager, with a gaunt face and empty eyes and she’s scrawny and pale in a way she shouldn’t be. And there’s a story somewhere but all you need to know is that the system thoroughly failed her, and when people are that desperate and alone and marginalized, they tend to seek salvation in darker places.
Like a Trigonic cult, and Raven’s committed to not having that happen.
Because it’s against the rules of Raven to believe there’s nothing you can do to help those who’ve spiraled into darkness. Raven believes everyone—everyone—is redeemable. And here’s where Gotham rears its ugly head and mucks it all up for you, because you don’t know if you agree. You think you’ve seen irretrievable people before. But Raven’s got a faith in humanity so fierce it can shake your own beliefs and that’s also why you’ve tagged along. Because you want a revelation.
Raven looks at you. “Do you think people notice when I’m around?”
“I notice when you’re not. Does that count?”
“What if I’m not enough to change her mind?”
“Let’s find out.”
You see it well up in her face, the self-doubt. And suddenly she’s rambling to you in a quiet voice about how maybe she‘s not the right person for the job. It should be you. It should be Starfire. It should be someone with an actual joy for life to sell and I can’t do it, Nightwing and I’m too unengaging and Why do I feel like something’s missing in my life without you guys and you guys don’t feel the same about me? and Everything’s swirling away and I’m swirling apart—
Raven’s getting a little hysterical, so you grab her hand.
“I think it’s about time you save that girl.”
She takes the first step forward. And you’re mentally throwing all the strength you have at her. Raven doesn’t realize how much you’ve made her well-being a priority in your life. That you had secretly vowed long ago to keep her around forever.
4.
The team is sitting on a gold mine with this guy and it’s like nobody notices but you.
The end of the day hits and Cy’s got the foresight to wrangle you all up into the T-mobile, and before you know it you’re at the pier, watching Kory explain to the children on line for the cotton candy vendor not to be startled if it disappears in their mouths. Garfield’s got Raven by the arm, dragging her towards the Tunnel of Love with a sadistic gleam in his eye, and you just take it all in, amused out of your mind to witness Cyborg dip into the booth of a very, very pretty fortune teller.
Cyborg’s ironically the most human out of all of you, because he doesn’t forget to relax and if he sees you neglecting yourself he’ll shove relaxation down your throat as well, because he’s a no-man-left-behind kind of guy. Cy’s way passed dealing with his pain and that’s what makes him a success story. Maybe one day you’ll get there too.
Cyborg leaves the booth with a smug smile and the fortune teller’s number. He walks towards you, giving a subtle gesture of victory and you go in for the fist bump, grinning ear to ear. “Please don’t tell me you gave her the ‘I see your future and it’s me’ spiel.”
Cyborg looks at you like you’re not making any sense, and points to himself. “Look at me. You think I need a pick up line with shoulders like these?”
You can’t get enough of him. Of any of them. Because they’ve got superpowers, and you’re not talking about starbolts or ancient incantations. You’re talking about Starfire’s kindness and Garfield’s resiliency and Raven’s faith and Cy’s confidence and you know you’ve got to deliver too. You’ve got to make all this worth it for them. Because for some godforsaken reason the universe sent you a family you don’t deserve and you have no intention of giving it up anytime soon.
Starfire runs up and kisses you. She tastes like cotton candy, and you realize you finally have an answer for her. You want to tell her to stop seeing home as a place, and start seeing it as a group of people who have her heart. That way, no matter where everyone ends up in the future, every stretch of space between one loved one and another won’t seem so terrifying.
A few years ago you came to this city because you were running away from something. And look at you now, drawn in like a magnet.
You breath in rhythm with all of them, and it’s kind of everything.
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the end of the rainbow 🌈 — part 6
Pairings: Sam Wilson x OC! Iris Fury
Warnings: mentions of smut, plot within the plot ~ a subplot, if you will.
Words: 2257.
Summary: Former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Iris Fury, daughter of Nick Fury, is called by her father to assist the Avengers while agent Romanoff recovers from a few wounds. A certain Falcon catches her eye. Follow Iris and Sam as they take a walk on the rainbow and eventually find out what hides at the end of that beautiful path.
A/N: sorry, no keep reading tag since I’m on mobile. no, I haven’t forgotten about your requests! they’re coming, I promise! also, I got carried away lol, this part and the next will pretty much be an Avengers movie🤷🏾♀️
Please comment and reblog if you enjoy! <3
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One last time, she thought, staring at her reflection in the mirror. One last time then she'd tell him the truth, and it will be over.
Sam wanted to have that romantic dinner tonight, since it was Iris' actual birthday. She couldn't say no to him when he asked her on their first official date. Not when he looked at her, smile bright and eyes soft with adoration. So she said yes.
He was already waiting for her at his flat in the city. He'd left the compound in the early afternoon to get everything ready up there. Now it was almost time for Iris to join him.
A car was waiting for her outside. It would drive her there on autopilot then come back to the compound. She made her way down the stairs discreetly, careful not to step into a member of the team. She couldn't handle their disapproving gazes anymore.
New York City, as always, was buzzing with lights and excitement as the car made its way through the packed streets. Iris found herself growing more and more nervous as the car approached the red dot on the map. How should she tell him? When? How would he react? Or maybe she should just... leave?
A sigh fell off her lips as she laid her head back on the headrest.
She never should have agreed to come back to the US in the first place. Now she had a lover on one side of the Atlantic ocean, and a family on the other. Selfish and cruel. That was what she was. Not sparing a thought to the people she hurt.
"You have arrived to your destination."
The voice snapped Iris out of her thoughts. Her eyes scanned her surroundings before she allowed herself to step out of the grey car. She stepped into the building, her heels clinking on the floor. The receptionist greeted her, a polite smile on his face. After introducing herself and telling him why she was here, he kindly directed her to Sam's apartment.
Sam was certain he'd never been this nervous in his entire life. Not even during the first flight test with the EXO-7 wings. His apartment was filled with mouth-watering smells from the food he'd prepared - a three course meal for his girl. He had an arrangement of blue irises and red roses on the the table, soft music was playing in the background, setting a romantic atmosphere along with a few candles.
The sound of the doorbell resonated in the home, and his heart fell to the bottom of his stomach. On his way to the door, he stopped in front of the mirror to check his reflection one last time.
Breath got caught in his throat as he opened the door. A simple navy blue flared dress and heeled sandals was all she wore. Her hair was pinned in her regular sleek bun while small silver hoops adorned her ears.
"Hey," she flashed her a smile, and Sam realized he'd been staring at her for way too long.
"Hey, come in," he stepped aside, not taking his eyes off her as she walked in the apartment.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Is this too much? I didn't know what to wear because you said casual but at the same time it's our first date and—"
"Baby," Sam cut her rambling with an amused smirk. "You look amazing. You always do. Now come give me a kiss."
Her body moved on its own, attracted to Sam's as if it was a magnet, pulling her towards his warm, loving embrace.
Iris' eyes started to sting as she walked further into the flat, seeing how much effort Sam had put into the evening. She really didn't deserve him.
"You like it?" Sam's hand came to rest on her hip.
"Sam... I love it. Thank you."
"You're very welcome, baby girl," he whispered before giving her another sweet kiss.
Bottle of red wine was uncorked and poured into glasses. Iris, quite the connoisseur, marvelled at Sam's choice. Sheepishly, he admitted that he went around asking the team about some of Iris' favourite things to make the night as good as possible — including her favourite wine which according to Tony was any vintage French red with sweet undertones.
First glasses of wine down, hunger made stronger by drinking alcohol on an empty stomach, they soon settled around the table. As the city went about its usual frenzy outside the large glass windows, Sam brought the first course to the dining table, an entrée worthy of a Michelin star restaurant.
"Are you sure you never went to a culinary school somewhere?" Iris mused, tastebuds raving in her mouth.
"Just like to watch a lot of cooking shows," he smiled.
"This tastes fantastic. And with the wine, ugh! You blew my mind, Wilson."
Main course, then dessert. All while talking and talking, as if they never grew tired of each other's voice and mimics and stories. Gulps of wine, second bottle uncorked, melted chocolate and notes of berries from the wine mixed together to form an elixir, an aphrodisiac, like being around each other wasn't already enough for their bodies to turn into lava. More talking, until it was time to clean up.
Bare feet on the wooden floor, heels discarded in a corner of the room for her, soft padding of socks for him, they waltzed around the room, plates and cutlery clinking as they loaded the dishwasher.
Then the familiar, world famous guitar air filled the room, the notes soft and resonating throughout their entire bodies.
"Dance with me," Sam said.
So Iris put her hand in his, abandoning her half full, half empty glass of wine on the table, right next to the irises and roses, and danced with him.
"Wise men say only fools rushhhh iiin..."
"You are a terrible singer," Iris giggled in the crook of his neck.
"My cooking makes up for it."
"It sure does, Sammy. It sure does."
They let the music surround them, guide their movements as they swung around, hands caressing each other's body, fingers drawing intricate shapes and paterns over their clothes, lips leaving feathery kisses over necks and jaws, trying to find a way to transfer the intimacy of the moment.
For I can't help
Falling in love with you
"I love you, Iris."
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
She sucked in a sharp breath as if she'd been hit — burned. But it had to be the most pleasant burn ever.
Some things
Are meant to be
"You don't have to say it back," Sam murmured. "I wanted to tell you."
"I— I love you too, Sam," she said, tears already streaming down her face.
Not stopping their swaying, Sam pulled back just enough to allow him to take Iris' face in his hands. That's when she noticed that the song still hadn't stopped — or rather, had started over.
"You planned this," she scoffed through her tears, rolling her eyes.
"Damn right I did."
With his thumbs, he wiped away her tears then took his time admiring her. Every detail of her face and entire being.
Elvis kept singing, and they kept swaying.
*
Emergency mission. Get your asses back to the compound.
The lovely message which pulled both Iris and Sam out of their post coital slumber and forced them to go back to the Avengers headquarters as quick as possible.
Once they arrived, they only had time to make their respective protein shakes as breakfast before Director Fury called them in the conference space. Everyone else was already sat, waiting for Nick to speak up.
"I need you guys sharp on this one. We got the info a few days ago but there was a piece of intel missing from the brief, which I needed to give you guys the green light."
Nick pressed a button and an image appeared on the large touchscreen. Shock took place on some faces, pain on others.
"Oh my God."
"She's alive?!"
"Where is she?"
"For those of you who don't know, this is my second child, and Iris' twin sister."
Eyes still slightly wide, they all stared at Iris' identical twin. They had the same features. While Iris' face was free of scars, Dahlia had a large scar across the face, from the tail of her right eyebrow through the right corner of her mouth, ending at the chin.
"Steve," Iris called.
The super soldier snapped out of his thoughts, tearing his gaze off his ex-lover's face.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Fine."
"Dahlia —"
"What is it with you and flowers?" Wanda asked, genuinely curious.
Nick pinched the bridge of his nose, already annoyed by the wave of questions that was about to submerge him.
"That would be a question for their mother, a question that I, too, would like an answer to."
"Oh, dad, please! You called us Nicky and Nicolette, so I think you can save your rant on names for later," Iris rolled her eyes.
"Wait," Sam interrupted Nick just as he opened his mouth to speak. "I gotta ask, which one's Nicolette?"
Iris narrowed her eyes at him.
"That would be our dear Iris," Tony said.
A stiffled laugh came from the back of the room where Bucky sat, pinching his nose to contain his giggles. Iris raised a brow.
"What you laughing at Buchanan?"
Bucky snapped his mouth shut in a thin line.
"This is a matter of worldwide security, so I'm gonna need you to stop behaving like goddamn children," Nick scolded, giving a pointed look to his daughter. "Dahlia is a compromised former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. She'd joined the ranks of HYDRA long before S.H.I.E.L.D. fell. She's a traitor, that is why you've never heard of her."
"I've seen her before," Wanda's voice was almost a whisper. "With Strucker, during our... experiments."
"But... we saw her in her cell in the Raft. Then she died of a seizure," Natasha said matter-of-factly.
"She escaped a few months ago."
"Told you I should've brought her to Asgard," Thor mumbled.
"A few months ago?!" Iris repeated in disbelief. "Dad, why didn't you say anything?"
"She was invisible to our radars until now. With what remained of the Insight protocols and Stark's tech, we were able to find her only a few days ago."
"Tony, you knew about this?" Steve, who still hadn't said anything until that moment, turned to Tony, lines creasing in his forehead.
"Sorry, Cap. Fury made me swear not to say anything."
"Dad... What's the mission?"
"Dahlia was seen at a facility located on the border between Ukraine and Russia," as Nick spoke, images appeared on the touchscreen next to him. "Packages were sent from this facility to Iraq and Syria. We have reasons to believe that weapons are curated in this facility, using the remains of the Ultron disaster and sent to the Middle East."
"But it's been years since Ultron happened," Clint chipped in. "How could she possibly still have access to Stark tech?"
"Veronica," Bruce blurted. "Veronica and the other satellites. What if she's using Veronica and the drones from the satellites we don't use anymore to create weapons?"
"But how?" Rhodey asked.
"Dahlia's access to all those things was revoked after she got in the Raft, but what if she's using Iris? The older satellites don't require a retinal scan to work, but they do have the same voice."
"Jesus Christ," Iris burried her face in her hands. "Dad. What's the mission?"
"Destroy Dahlia's facility, locate the weapons in the Middle East, get rid of them... Neutralise Dahlia Fury."
"Dad—"
"Two teams. Colonel Rhodes, Barton, Maximoff, Barnes and Romanoff as air support in the Middle East. The rest, in the Ukraine. We don't know how many men exactly but based on our sightings, more than Strucker had in Sokovia. You leave tonight."
Steve immediately walked out of the room, hands balled up in fists, jaw and shoulders tense. The rest of the team did the same, one by one.
"What's his deal?" Sam asked Iris in a hushed tone.
"Him and my sister... They were together. Their relationship was as serious as could be. We never knew what happened to Dahlia, you know? Maybe she was brainwashed, kind of like Bucky, but she still knows who we are... When she was sent to the Raft, Steve was inconsolable, first he hurt her, then he lost her..."
"What? The—" Sam gestured across his face. "He did that to her?"
Iris nodded. "He didn't mean to. The shield bounced off someone and she was in the way. He was furious with himself."
"How about you, baby?" he squeezed her hand. "You okay?"
"To be honest, my dad and I never believed she'd died. Something was off in her death certificate, but we still grieved and moved on, you know," she sighed. "I've got to check on my dad, okay? I'll talk to you later."
She gave him a peck on the lips before strolling down the hall to find Nick.
Iris felt like a building had fallen on top of her. Her heart was already troubled, tugging on two different sides, and now her twin sister, who was supposed to be nothing but ashes in the Atlantic ocean, was a terrorist and very much alive.
In her hand, her phone started to ring, the screen lighting up to display a photo of her fiancé holding their daughter, both smiling at the camera.
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Tags: @wakanda-inspired
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I have three weeks to learn everything for my last exams. Am I dying already? Well, no, but actually, yes. I kinda wish we had less time because this way, I’m going to waste so much of it procrastinating.
But maybe now that I’ve told you, I’ll decide to not procrastinate so that you can be proud of me or something. Maybe I’ll show that I am in fact capable of character development. Idk.
Yeah, I’m losing my mind. Just a little bit.
By the way, anyone else feels dead inside after watching the new Game of Thrones episode? You know, in the first part, I literally forgot what I was watching because everyone was so happy and celebrating and all that and then I got a reminder. This show is going to be the death of me.
desira-sims replied to your photo “Before we get to the replies, I want to quickly address something. I’m...”
I feel ya on social media. I recently got rid of a mobile game and the associated fb pages I was in. I’m no longer constantly checking my phone for it. It’s been nice taking a break from that. Focus on school, since that’s the most important thing. Come find us when you need a breather. ��
tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “Before we get to the replies, I want to quickly address something. I’m...”
Yes, social media are basically time-eaters who steal the time which could be spend on writing or simming. Recently I've unsubscribed from several Instagram pages dedicated to memes as they my flooded dash and I spent too much time on them. Last two days I've played TS3 world adventures on my laptop without internet connection and it was great
tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “Before we get to the replies, I want to quickly address something. I’m...”
And I barely paid attention to tumblr as well recently... Well the weather is so great that it would be a crime to spend time onlineXD
Ooh boy, if I was able to get rid of all the memes pages I follow, I’d have so much free time on my hands. But also, I mean...memes.
As for social media, I wish I could deactivate my Facebook account. I really wish. But sadly, all the people I know irl are there. I have to stay there to keep in touch with them. We still share a lot of school stuff there, I’d be lost without it. But those are the only reasons I’m there, I never post on it anymore. I actually deleted most of my photos and old status updates and unfollowed most pages.
I’m going to repeat myself here but I’m so glad I got rid of Twitter. I loved it there, but at the same time, it fueled my negativity. Even when I found and muted or straight up unfollowed the biggest sources of it, I wasn’t happy. So I just stepped into the daylight and let it go and it was the best decision I could make. Even though now tumblr will probably have to deal with my random thoughts. I need to find a special tag for that. Not just “nonsims” or “saviorhide”. Maybe “simmeronnie is losing it again”.
whysimstho replied to your photoset “Isla Paradiso didn’t disappoint at all. It was everything I’ve ever...”
Skyporn 24/7 sounds like a radio station
Lmao you’re not wrong. Or it could be something like a stream where they only record videos of really really gorgeous sky. I’d watch that. Seriously, shut up and take my money. I could stare at pretty sky all day.
desira-sims replied to your post “List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10...”
I recently went back and started this legacy. (Just got to the Gen 5 switch). I think Rachel is absolutely adorable.
Ahh, no way! I hope you’re having fun even though it’s a total mess :D I have to agree though, I love Rachel, she’s awesome.
Watch out, tiny gen 4 rant coming. When I have nothing else to do and I feel inspired, I rewrite gen 4 because I love these characters and they deserve a way better story. I consider the stories they got in the legacy the first drafts/starting point/base or something like that. So in some way, most of this stays in the “new canon”, it’s just thought through better or changed a little bit.
Okay, that wasn’t really a rant but seriously, stop me whenever I seem like I’m about to start rambling about gen 4.
tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10...”
Number 4 - high five, Zoey, same with me!XD
5 actually, too
Ah, yes, same. Number 4...oh god. Been there, sort of. Just because I’m crushing on a person doesn’t mean I imagine being with them in bed all the freaking time. *looks at a friend who loves to imply that...when I’m actually a small innocent child who only knows woohoo from the sims and I’m not ashamed to admit it*
whysimstho replied to your photoset “Regan: “Court! Finally! How was the flight?” Courtney: “Not bad. I...”
Why is her face so funny to me ��
Well, it is kinda funny :D
philodendronandfoxes replied to your post “So you’ve made posts in the past about how you’re lonely or feel alone...”
Anon needs to chill.
desira-sims replied to your post “So you’ve made posts in the past about how you’re lonely or feel alone...”
Don't let them get to you. Something I have learned as I've grown older: Hobbies come and go. One minute you'll find enjoyment in something and the next it doesn't hold the same appeal. Some times you'll come back to that hobby and some times you never pick it up again. Taking a break is something everyone needs. They even tell new parents to take a little "me time" so that they don't get overwhelmed. Taking a moment to collect yourself is understandable.
108sims replied to your post “So you’ve made posts in the past about how you’re lonely or feel alone...”
Taking breaks from tumblr is good for your sanity. I had to last month for the sake of my mental health I got stressed out falling behind here and dealing with job stuff. Just like for you with school, job takes priority over my blog. I’ve taken so many breaks, honestly it’s fun to enjoy other hobbies and do other things.
dandylion240 replied to your post “So you’ve made posts in the past about how you’re lonely or feel alone...”
RL should always take priority. Taking breaks and doing other things is healthy and good. Don't let this anon get to you or make you feel guilty.
tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “So you’ve made posts in the past about how you’re lonely or feel alone...”
Anon is strange - as if tumblr was the only life you've got and you have to stay here whenever you like it or not. Why read between the lines and find unexisting stuff there like you don't care about your followers? It comes without saying that a person needs breaks from the tumblr every now and then
But who knows probably the anon wanted only to provoke you to start our "favorite" drama. In this case they do need to find a life for themselves
Btw too - feeling lonely on tumblr also can be a reason for a hiatus, so anon makes no sense
So I kinda didn’t want to address this anymore because I feel like I’ve said everything in my lengthy answer to that ask but I just wanna say thank you for writing all of this. I didn’t feel bad when I got this, the anon didn’t change my opinion, I still believe everyone has the right to take a break, leave tumblr behind for a bit and not feel sorry about it. Take that me time and come back better than ever (or not if you don’t feel like, that’s fine too)! I was still worried about posting this answer though. So thank you for letting me know I’m not the only one who feels this way!
dandylion240 replied to your post “April 30, 2019: Dear Diary, I believe I’m a good person. You know, I...”
Congratulations and have fun with the last day! It'll be bittersweet knowing this may be the last time you'll all be together but it's exciting too because it marks a beginning of something new. So happy for you!
tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “April 30, 2019: Dear Diary, I believe I’m a good person. You know, I...”
Congratulations and welcome to the "adult" life! Let this day be one of the brightest moments in your memory!
Now I'm feeling nostalgic, I'll go and look through my graduation album
108sims replied to your post “April 30, 2019: Dear Diary, I believe I’m a good person. You know, I...”
That sounds like a really fun way to spend your last day! At my school at least we had a Senior day where there were a bunch of games and activities. Good luck on your exams, and I hope you enjoy your last day and everything that is to come!
It was very fun and everyone looked so good in their costumes! One of my classmates wore this 20s-like dress and oooh boy. She was gorgeous. Just...leaving on that day was really bittersweet. Part of me was like “yas, we’re done with this place!” but the other part of me already missed it. And yeah, our teacher didn’t forget to remind us that all of us might never meet again. There are reunions, it’s a tradition, but there’s always someone who can’t come.
Okay, moving on or else I’ll start crying, and I’ve already cried a lot today. Looking at you, GoT episode 4.
alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Regan: “You made it! Nice. I’ve heard you almost threw up on the...”
i'm laughing at the two couples in the background, both flirting during this conversation
Oh god I didn’t realize how funny that looks :D I didn’t want them to just stand there haha.
dandylion240 replied to your photo “In Character Judgement Call: Caleb Protect this soft boy. RULES: You...”
I Caleb the most from gen 4
I know this is just missing a word and I shouldn’t laugh but it comes off kinda funny. Still, thank you!
dandylion240 replied to your photoset “Felix: “You look perfect. No, no, you are perfect. Some girls are...”
Despite his ability to burp at inappropriate times Felix can say the sweetest things
No sweeter words have ever been spoken about my boy
Also no truer words have ever been spoken about my boy
108sims replied to your post “I’m waiting for my exam (still have like 2 hours) and I’m bored. I...”
Good luck!
nineyellowgirl replied to your post “I’m waiting for my exam (still have like 2 hours) and I’m bored. I...”
keeping fingers crossed :D
desira-sims replied to your post “I’m waiting for my exam (still have like 2 hours) and I’m bored. I...”
Good luck on you exam!
Thank you guys! The results should come on May 15th. Wish it was that day already. I think I did well, but I won’t be calm until I actually see it.
harmoniouspixels replied to your post “One day, I’ll have a nice tiny mods folder again. Today is not that...”
The TS4 community needs to come up with a Compressorizer like TS2 and TS3 has tbh
Yeah that would be nice. TS4 needs a lot of things in general though, to be fair.
tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “Hmm...”
Hm the thing I do plan something with berries and I need a spouse for my founder which I don't want to create myself... Sooo... Yeah, I could use a sim ��
flowerhoneysims replied to your post “Hmm...”
@simmeronnie But it‘s another kind of pink ☺️
Alright guys, I have an idea. Shoot me a message and we can talk about it! I’m down for this. Here’s just a brief description of everyone I can offer (in case someone else would like a sim and would like to know what they’re signing up for), we can talk more in depth in the messages later. I have one mean pink girl who loves robots, then this one that I’ve shown (she doesn’t have too much personality yet, but she hates her other sister and loves videogames), an agender person with pink skin, white hair and white eyes (loves animals and is the total opposite of their mean twinsister - and yet they’re still best friends somehow) and one pink boy with white eyes who just aged up into a child so I have no idea what he’s going to be like yet. I just remember he got the No Sense of Humor trait.
Can I have a wish though? If I send you one of these sims, would you please share with me the sim they end up with? I would love for them to get together in my game as well.
Side note, can you already tell my bpr is going to be a bigger mess than all my other legacies combined?
lyrea replied to your photoset “Okay, clearly he didn’t ruin all the traditions. Crisis averted.”
^_^ That is an impressive cake they got.
Oh, it is! I’m not sure now, but it might be the one that came with Monte Vista?
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✨hello lovelies!! i’m skye i’m nineteen and i never effing learned how to read!! okay i’m kidding about that last bit but ahhHHHhhHHhHH i’m so excited to be here you have no idea??? i love all of you already and like … i’ve probably stalked through most of your muses’ blogs if you participated in the talk tag lmao #noshame
excuse the formatting because it’s like 5am for me and i’m on mobile so I have no idea how it actually looks but anyway, i’m not going to be around on my laptop much the next few days cause it’s chinese new year perfect timing wow ( @ admins don’t kill me i’m still gonna be on for a few hours!! ) but there is a high probability 100% that i will be lurking on mobile so don’t be afraid to message me!!!
i tend to ramble a lot especially in tags lmao but if you would like to skip the rambling about how amazed i am to be here please skip the first paragraph below the read more
ya this part is just me gushing you can skip this if you want to but fskfksksjfl i honestly couldn’t believe i got accepted everyone’s so talented and all i have is … love. i’m so thankful that i submitted my app in the end cause i almost chickened out once i saw the app count shoot up 😭😭 also the glimpses of stuff in the talk tag( i usually avoid looking at applicants for the same skeleton cause it stresses me out ☹️ ) almost made me give up but hey if i got this far might as well do it right?? and i was basically already in love with christabel already so what the heck!! i legit was expecting to get another rejection but then??? i saw my name?? and the name of my bby?? i had to check twice to make sure i wasn’t hallucinating and after that it was cue the silent screams and rolling around on my bed fskdkdjsks there was a lot of rereading the acceptance post anywAY i’m in awe that I’m here and SO EXCITED to rp with all of you!! thanks for reading this pointless rambling and now on to what we’re all really here for!!
so i have a rough draft of christabel’s biography here. i was intending to edit it so things would flow smoother and be more coherent but i ran out of time and haven’t gotten around to doing that yet lol but it should provide some idea!! there’s also a pinterest board here. and everything else should’ve been made public by now!!
for the whole connection expansion/possible ideas i actually wanted to make it longer and had a few more ideas ( but rip time management lmao ) so like … even if that’s not what you had in mind feel free to hit me up and we can totally plot from there!! or if you have ideas i’d love to hear them too!! or if you just want to hear me ramble about my muse throw any question at me I’d happily answer!! i’m not very good at starting conversations, but will probably work up the courage at some point buuuUUUUTTTT if you’re fine with messaging me first it would help a lot of my nervousness!!! ok i’ve probably said too much at this point thanks for reading can’t wait to get to know all of you and your muses!!! ❤️❤️❤️
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Masterlist
Because my actual masterlist is... Well, it’s a mess, and the tags don’t always work. So... Here’s this thing. All the writings in one place! Beware of titles- they were all mostly unnamed, and I had to improvise :’) If the read more isn’t working on mobile, let me know, loves!
NOTE: This is a MASSIVE post. You’ve been warned. <3 I’ll make sure it gets updated every time new things get posted!
Last update: June 10th
Desmond Miles
Desmond being a dad.
Summary: Desmond and his son spend the day together. Introducing: Dadmond.
Lessons
Summary: Desmond teaches Y/N how to ride a motorbike. Fun?
Back to the Future day!
Summary: Wrote this on, you guessed it- Back to the Future day! Movie marathon with Y/N and Desmond.
Lazy days.
Summary: Desmond and Y/N are watching movies and honestly, someone can’t stay awake.
Relax.
Summary: Desmond is stressed. Y/N tries to help him in the only way she knows: video games.
A barista and a bartender walk into a bar..?
Summary: Desmond and Y/N finally go out together, after Desmond gathers some courage.
“Let me see.”
Summary: Y/N always keeps half her face covered for personal reasons. Desmond finally talks her into letting him see her full face.
Circle of life.
Summary: Desmond loses his wife, and he’s heartbroken, but he’s still eager to meet his son.
The Time Travel AU
Summary: Desmond and his twin, Y/N, go back in time to meet their grandfather.
Dadmond headcanons. <3
Circle of life, part 2.
Summary: Desmond spending time with his son and granddaughter.
“I thought you were dead.”
Summary: Desmond isn’t... dead. Y/N refuses to believe it- can ya blame her?
Altair:
Sleep.
Summary: Altair’s daughter can’t sleep, so he climbs into the crib with her- and regrets it soon after. Modern AU
On getting thrown into the future, and breakups.
Summary: Altair and Ezio are Y/N’s ancestors, and she goes through a breakup. Modern AU
Speeding ticket
Summary: Cop!Altair pulls Y/N over, somehow ends up with a date.
“Have you lost your damn mind!?”
Summary: Altair can’t sleep, and finds himself going to Y/N for some support.
Wingspan
Summary: Altair likes picking on his short girl. ‘Bout it :’)
Fun night out.
Summary: Altair gets drunk. Y/N finds out, real quick, that he’s a total sap when he’s drunk.
“You can sit on my lap, if you want.”
Summary: There’s nowhere to sit at the theater. Altair finds a solution!
Love Story
Summary: Altair’s girls, Phoenix and Raven, ask him once again about how he and their mother met. (Look this is really cute and I’m proud of it???)
“Those are my BABIES.”
Summary: Phoenix and Raven get separated from their father. ALtair then finds out that his girls are little bad asses.
“So what if I have a broken arm, I’m still doing it!”
Summary: Altair breaks his arm. He’s still a little shit, and Y/N might want to break his other arm.
Ezio Auditore da Firenze
Silver Fox
Summary: Ezio’s finally home! Fluff follows. <3
‘Hold my hand, and jump.’
Summary: Ezio is teaching Y/N how to do the leap of faith. Y/N is scared, but he reassures her.
Ezio and Flavia
Summary: literally just dad!Ezio and his lil’ lady. <3
New hair?
Summary: Y/N dyes her hair and wants to know what Ezio thinks.
‘Wanna dance?’
Summary: Carnivale has rolled around! Ezio finds his dancing partner among the crowd.
“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
Summary: Exactly what it sounds like. While waiting on Y/N, Ezio... Ezio decides to be a little shit.
“Kiss me.”
Summary: Just... Kisses.
Scars.
Summary: Ezio notices Y/N’s self harm scars and he reassures her that he’s there for her, and things can feel better.
Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway
Papa Bear!Connah
Summary: Y/N is pregnant, and someone in the city almost makes her fall. Connor gets a little irritated.
Lil’ Charlotte
Summary: Connor finally holds his daughter for the first time after she was born. Straight up FLUFF.
Generic zombie AU.
Summary: Exactly what the title says.
Snowy days.
Summary: Again, just what the title says! Playing in the snow with Connah.
“Please, don’t leave me.”
Summary: Connor’s afraid Y/N will leave. She reassures him that she’s not going anywhere. Little bit of angst, little bit of fluff.
“It could be worse.”
Summary: Connor comes home from a mission hurt. Y/N is there for support.
The one where Y/N cheats.
Summary: Y/N CHEATS ON CONNOR WITH HAYTHAM. THAT’S ALL THAT NEEDS TO BE SAID.
First words
Summary: Lil’ Charlotte speaks her first words! Connah is stoked!
“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”
Summary: N/A. Title contains errythang.
Love Triangle
Summary: Shay x Reader x Connah. College AU!
“It’s not what it looks like…”
Summary: Connor is just... The best dad, ever. He spends the day with Charlotte and cuteness happens.
Telling TOKW!Connah he’s handsome - GIF imagine
Taking care of a sick!Connah
Summary: As a result of playing in the snow, Connor wakes up sick the next morning. Y/N takes care of him.
Being Connor’s first kiss - GIF imagine
Teen!Connor embarrassing himself to impress Y/N - GIF imagine
College days
Summary: Connor meets Y/N while waiting for a class. College AU!
Papa!Connah headcanons <3
“Just breathe.”
Summary: Connor has a nightmare, but Y/N is there, so things get better quick.
“Let’s adopt twenty cats together and treat them like our children.”
Summary: Y/N wants all the cats. Connor agrees on one now, another later. Introducing: Revolver Kenway.
Edward Kenway:
Goin’ fishing
Summary: Edward teaches Y/N how to fish.
Making a choice.
Summary: Caroline makes Edward choose between her, and Y/N.
“Hello there.”
Summary: Y/N meets Edward in a coffee shop.
Terrible Twos
Summary: Modern!AU. Edward spends the day with a terror toddler Haytham.
Just... Cuteness.
Summary: Exactly what you’d think from the title!
“Come over here and make me.”
Summary: Edward being a little shit.
“Did you do that just for me? Aw, come here.”
Summary: Y/N made dinner! Edward loves it.
Late nights and video games
Summary: Y/N and Edward are up late. Y/N decides to play video games.
“I’ll always be here.”
Summary: Trigger warning. Y/N is suicidal and she tells Edward.
“I could outdrink you!”
Summary: Y/N says she can outdrink Edward. Lil’ list of headcanons!
Arno Dorian
On parenting fails, and cute moments.
Summary: Arno is left to take care of the baby. He kind of fails, but he’s trying and that’s what makes it so damn cute.
“Come back.”
Summary: Arno worrying before his lovebug goes away on a mission.
Breakfast
Summary: Arno makes Y/N breakfast.
Insecurities
Summary: Y/N’s insecurities rear their ugly head, and she starts feeling bad about herself. Arno is there for lots of love, and support.
Confessing your feelings to Arno - GIF imagine
“Bring her back.”
Summary: Y/N is on a mission. Arno is talking to himself, about her safe return.
“Let’s just stay here all day. Yeah, that sounds good.”
Summary: Arno and Y/N spend a lazy day together.
Evie Frye
Gift shopping
Summary: Y/N is trying to get a gift for Evie that she’ll like. Jacob tags along to verify if his sister would like it or not. Fluff between Evie and Y/N follows.
Dynamic Duo
Summary: Evie and Y/N are fighting together and things... Things go great.
Jacob Frye (or, ‘THIS MOTHERFUCKER’ and ‘Fuckstick Frye’ as I call him)
On sleepy dads, and not sleepy babies
Summary: Jacob is clueless when left alone with the baby. He figures it out, though!
Jacob with his newborn - Mini ramble
Christmas
Summary: Lame title is lame. Christmas is a week away, and Jacob is being nosy.
“I don’t know if I want to punch him...”
Summary: Y/N shaves off Jacob’s eyebrows because he just... He’s such a pain in the ass. Things end up going great, though!
“You can sit on my lap, if you want.”
Summary: There’s just... Nowhere to sit at the party. Enter stage right, Jacob being cocky.
Knight in shining... Top hat?
Summary: Y/N finds herself in a super sticky situation. Thinking that things are going to end bad, she prepares for it, but doesn't expect Jacob to swoop in to save the day.
Healing
Summary: Y/N gets thrown from the carriage, and as the name implies, Jacob is there to help her get better.
Not so sneaky
Summary: Jacob leaves a trail of hay on the train. Luckily for him, Y/N is there to help clean up!
Diamond Dog
Summary: Y/N’s old dog passes away. She’s understandably upset, and Jacob is there for her.
“I need you.”
Summary: Jacob has a minor anxiety attack. Luckily, Y/N is there to help soothe him.
Ah Tabai
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
Summary: Just what the title says! Ah Tabai catches Y/N staring at him again, and the two of them have a chat.
Yusuf Tazim
Days of doing nothing.
Summary: Yusuf is done training with Ezio, and he finally gets to spend the day with Y/N.
“Until the end of time.”
Summary: Y/N is feeling down about herself, and Yusuf reassures her that she’s perfect and he cares so much about her.
“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
Summary: The air conditioner has quit working. Yusuf found a quick solution.
Pierre Bellec
On a rooftop in Paris
Summary: Just a relaxed night with Pierre.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
Summary: Exactly what the title says! Pierre catches Y/N staring at him... A lot.
Charles Vane
Nights on the beach
Summary: Quiet time with Charles Vane. It’s just him and Y/N. Charles is low-key smooth.
Napoleon Bonaparte
“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”
Summary: Snow days = snowball fights. Napoleon didn’t expect Y/N to have a damn good aim.
Shaun Hastings
Such an ass.
Summary: Shaun is being an ass and giving Y/N hell for everything.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Summary: Y/N admits some feelings to Shaun, he thinks she’s joking. She’s not joking.
All the assassins (preferences and such!)
The one where long hair is an issue
Summary: Someone clogged the drain and... Y/N is just pissed.
Birthdays
Summary: It’s Y/N’s birthday, and she gets to spend it with her favorite boys!
Handling depression - Preference
Shay Cormac
Quiet words.
Summary: Shay is spending some time with his wee girl. Lots of whispered words and pride from a happy papa.
On nightmares, and those who help
Summary: A nightmare wakes Shay up in the middle of the night. He’s scared, but Y/N is right there to help him.
When you can’t flirt...
Summary: Self explanatory. Shay can’t flirt to save his life.
First steps.
Summary: Shay and lil’ Abigail. Abbey starts walking, and she takes a little tumble.
Sick on the sea.
Summary: Y/N is sick. Shay teases her a little bit, but ends up taking care of her.
Loss and new life.
Summary: Shay loses his wife while she’s giving birth to their child. He’s destroyed, but realizes a new light has entered his life- his daughter.
Loss and new life, part 2.
Summary: Shay and Abbey go to visit Y/N’s grave.
“I’m right here.”
Summary: Y/N has an anxiety attack. Luckily, Shay knows just what to do to help her.
“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
Summary: Shay admits something that he hasn’t wanted to tell Y/N. He’s afraid of the outcome.
“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
Summary: Y/N faints and Shay just... He’s an ass about it. It’s all in good fun, though!
Being an artist
Summary: Y/N loves drawing on everything. Shay lets her draw on everything. Feelings are admitted.
Misplaced blame.
Summary: Shay had always been a little shit to Y/N. But after Lisbon, he’s beating himself up, and is a changed man. Y/N is there for support, though. Assassin!Shay.
The one where Shay needs some support.
Summary: Shay’s angry after Lisbon- who can blame him? But, Y/N is a sweetheart, and she’s there to help calm him down and keep him from leaving the Brotherhood.
Haytham Kenway
Quiet nights with the Grand Master
Summary: Y/N spends some time with Haytham. Male!Reader
Thomas Hickey
Like a songbird
Summary: Y/N is singing, and Thomas hears her for the first time.
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Untitled (For Now)
This is a fic I wrote after a lovely anon sent me a request for a fanfic about Chesryn as parents. This is what has happened.
Tagging: @jennifer2430
Please read my notes which can be found here. These are some things I wrote about my characters because it will give you a better understanding of what I’ve written here. I highly suggest you read them and they will be worth looking at.
If you can’t click on the ‘keep reading’ link because you’re on mobile or something, just click on my url and I’m pretty sure it’ll take you to my story.
To help you with the pronouns:
ae/aer/aers/aerself
he/him/his/himself
Without further ado:
Chaol hadn't exactly been happy when his son had announced that he had met someone. When the couple had heard, they had instantly peppered him with questions, pausing in their daily routines they sat Darius down and peppered him with questions. Darius had only laughed and had told them to sit down with him so that he could explain everything. Slowly, Chaol's worry seemed to intensify and yet he calmed down as he saw his son talk about someone named Sylvan. He watched as his son's features softened and his eyes shone, his voice conveying all his emotions.
Now, neither Chaol or Nesryn had been too affected by their son's sexuality. Sure it had come as a shock when Darius had told them with nervous eyes that were on the brink of tears but by the end of the night their son was practically radiating happiness. Everybody else had seemed pretty accepting when he announced it at a family dinner. The proud smiles on the couple's faces had left them aching by the end of the night. They'd even watched as Darius got into a couple of relationships and had comforted him after they had ended. So when Darius started talking about this Sylvan, Chaol hadn't been too shocked to hear about another man entering Darius' life.
Then, things got a little confusing for him and Nesryn. Thankfully, their son had endless patience as he tried to explain how Sylvan wasn't a man. Sylvan had been born as a male but was not a man or a woman didn't like being seen or regarded as either and apparently used pronouns like ae and aer. Chaol and Nesryn had tried to ask him how Sylvan couldn't be a man or a woman and how anyone could possibly know this. Darius had only shrugged and had asked if they could respect Sylvan and accept aers pronouns. Him and Nesryn had exchanged a glance which resulted in them sighing before looking back to their son and finally nodding. The giddy grin on Darius' face had caused a smile on their own faces and the parents had to beg Darius to let go when the hug he gave them was a little too tight.
Later that night, in bed with the blanket of the dark tucked around them both and with each other tucked safely into each other's arms, they discussed about Darius and Sylvan. It seemed that their son was happy with Sylvan and the only real problem appeared to be getting adjusted to the pronouns. Later, the bigger problem (to Chaol at least) had been their age difference. After Darius' counter point of Chaol and Nesryn's own age difference also being two years apart, Chaol's argument had turned into incoherent grumbles under his breath.
Nesryn had tried to reason with Chaol too, telling him that he was worrying for nothing and that their son was fine. After all, he was the son of two Captains. Chaol had grinned, kissing Nesryn softly before agreeing to tone down the over-protectiveness. After that, the couple had asked when they would get to meet this Sylvan. Darius had admitted that Sylvan had only really talked to him a few times before and the two hadn't really done anything. To which the couple just told Darius to introduce Sylvan to them whenever the time felt right.
Then, three months later, Darius came bursting into the room, shocking both him and Nesryn and almost causing Chaol to drop the dish in his hand. His son was grinning from ear to ear as he told them how Sylvan had asked him to go to the theatre with aer in a week's time. From Aelin's influence, Darius had a large interest in the theatre but had still chosen to follow his parents' paths of becoming a guard. The couple had congratulated Darius with wide smiles and they watched a week later as Darius fretted around the house, changing his attire several times until he finally left when Nesryn pushed him out the door.
Chaol and Nesryn watched with small smiles as Darius came back from dates and small chats in the following two months and then finally asked if Sylvan was ready to meet the two. The next day, Darius had agreed to let the couple meet Sylvan when ae came to pick Darius up for their date tomorrow. Chaol and Nesryn had stared at each other and then at Darius, asking him to go over the pronouns again. The rest of the day was spent in going about their work while lecturing and correcting each other since they didn't want Sylvan to be uncomfortable.
Chaol was surprised the next day when the door rang and he saw Darius' face break into the largest grin. He watched his son run all the way to the front door and followed him with Nesryn's soft laughter trailing behind. He raised an eyebrow as he turned around the corner to see his son greeting his datemate with a long kiss. Chaol cleared his throat and the couple broke apart immediately. His son was grinning brightly and had his arms happily around Sylvan's middle who was fidgeting and had a light blush on aers freckled cheeks. His eyes zeroed in on the arm that was around Darius and he could see that Sylvan had noticed but held in a slight smile when Sylvan still didn't withdraw the arm.
Chaol's eyes scanned the thin and taller figure, noticing the white hair and opal blue eyes first. The clothing seemed a little ragged but appropriate and Chaol wondered about aers social status. From all the rambling that Darius had done, Chaol had a rough idea of what Sylvan was like.
" Dad, this is my datemate, Sylvan," his son said with a large smile but with a warning in his eyes. Darius then turned to look up at Sylvan with his smile changing slightly as he said, " Sylvan, this is my dad, Chaol Westfall." Chaol softened when he noticed the puff in Darius' chest and then an amused smile appeared on his face when Sylvan looked down at Darius with a soft smile and then back at Chaol with a tinge of fear in aers eyes.
" It's nice to meet you, sir. Dar talks a lot about you," Sylvan said with a polite smile and an extended arm. Chaol grunted at the nickname, an expression of mock severity on his face as he stared at aer for a moment before nodding and took a few steps forward to shake his hand. He made sure to add a little extra strength as he grabbed aers hand and squeezed it one last time while staring aer right in the eyes. Aers smile died slowly and Chaol internally grinned. Good. At least ae was intimidated.
He knew that Darius was rolling his eyes at him as Chaol turned around to walk back to the living room. Darius was used to Chaol's ice at the start of the relationships and knew that he often made his opinion on Darius' partners' visits on the first meeting. Nesryn was a little more lenient and demanded at least one dinner with them until she could form an opinion on anything. But of course, the couple valued Darius' opinion much more and tried to respect his thoughts.
Chaol sat down on a couch and then looked up at couple expectantly and gestured for Sylvan to do the same. Darius looked up at aer with a ridiculous smile as he wrapped his two arms around aers waist and tugged aer closer. Sylvan stumbled slightly closer and the blush on aers face grew as ae bent aers head down to whisper with embarrassment, " Dar, your father is right there."
Darius only grinned and lightly kissed Sylvan on the lips and said, " Sit with my dad. I'll just change my shirt and do my hair."
Chaol looked at Darius and asked teasingly, " Again?"
He grinned slightly when his son blushed as he walked out of the room. " Not in front of aer, dad!"
Chaol held back a chuckle and he turned back to face Sylvan and his smile faded away at the sight of aers beaming grin. " Yes?" He asked, his face once more turning into it's fearsome mask.
He watched aers smile drop as ae began to fidget after taking a seat opposite Chaol and then nervously said, " I just didn't know that Dar...ius uses my pronouns at his home too. I wasn't even sure if you knew about me."
Chaol raised an eyebrow and glared slightly at aer as he asked, " Are you suggesting that my son is disrespectful of people's wishes?"
Ae began to fluster, opening and closing aers mouth several times before Nesryn entered the room with a tray of her new batch of cinnamon and ginger cookies. She placed the tray down on the coffee table in the middle and took a seat while gesturing for Sylvan to take one.
" You know that's not what Sylvan meant to say," Nesryn said with a stern tone but with amusement dancing in her eyes. Chaol suppressed a grin as he loosely wrapped an arm around her waist.
Nesryn turned back to face Sylvan and watched aer pick up a cookie and bite half of it off in one go. " These are amazing, ma'am," Sylvan groaned happily with aers eyes closed in bliss and finished the other half immediately. Ae went to grab another one but then paused and then looked at Nesryn nervously with those big wide eyes, the cheerfulness in aers voice disappearing. " May I have another one?" ae asked after a moment, his hand slowly withdrawing.
Chaol knew the woman was on aers side the moment she said, " Please don't call me ‘ma'am’ and of course. Take the whole tray if you want, Sylvan." Sylvan flashed both of them a wide smile before literally picking up the whole tray and placed it on his lap.
Chaol tried not grumble when he saw aer devours the cookies at an alarming rate and instead tightened his grip on Nesryn's waist. Compliments poured out aers lips as half the cookies disappeared almost instantly. Nesryn looked up at Chaol with a small smile and then quietly said, " Don't worry. There's another batch in the kitchen." He sighed slightly and nodded before focusing on Sylvan. He studied aers clothes and then studied the way ae ate. Chaol opened his mouth to comment on it but in that moment Darius had decided to enter the room.
Darius had entered, buttoning the last button of the shirt he had finally chosen to wear as he stepped into the room and Chaol noticed how his son's focus instantly went to Sylvan before going to them. He held back a grin and watched as Darius walked over to sit beside aer and then stared curiously. " Why do you have mom's tray of cookies?" He asked as he wrapped an arm around Sylvan the same way Chaol did with Nesryn.
" Mrs. Westfall said it'd be okay. You want some?" Ae asked after swallowing another cookie. Ae looked over at Nesryn and grinned again. " Thank you so much, Mrs. Westfall. The last time I ate something like this was when Dar brought the cake on his birthday last month," ae said with a cheery grin before passing a couple of cookies over to Darius as ae spoke. Darius was kind enough to give one of his to Chaol and he grinned at his son in thanks.
" I remember that," Darius said with a wide smile. " I gave you the first slice."
Chaol could see the guilt in Sylvan's eyes when ae realised that ae hadn't given out the cookies aerself. Before ae could say anything, Nesryn broke the silence by asking, " What do you mean? You haven't had anything like this to eat in the past month?"
Aers smile died slightly and he took a small bite of a cookie as ae thought about aers answer. " I live alone, Mrs.Westfall. I work two small jobs to keep my small apartment and to manage everything else. Cookies don't really come up in the shopping list," ae said with small sad smile.
" Why?" Chaol asked, raising an eyebrow, softening a little but didn't let it show on his face. His question earned him an elbow in the gut from Nesryn while Darius threw him a glare before turning to his datemate.
Darius instantly looked up at Sylvan while placing a hand on his arm and said, " You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, Sylv."
Ae shook aers head, finishing off a cookie and then said with a small smile, " It's fine, Dar. It isn't anything to be embarrassed about." Ae then looked over to the couple and when ae spoke, aers voice had dropped lower. " My mother kicked me out of the house. I came out to her last year and she didn't take it well. She refused to use my pronouns and we fought a lot about all of it. It got to a point where she just packed up my bags and left them outside the house."
When the family noticed how the mood had dropped and aers eyes had gotten distant, Darius slowly removed the tray from Sylvan's lap but still handed aer a cookie to pull him back to the present. Sylvan seemed to snap out of whatever trance ae had been pulled into and gave the couple a small smile before leaning slightly into Darius, who instantly pulled aer closer by the waist.
Chaol's heart gave a slight twist as Sylvan looked at the both of them and said, " Sorry. I didn't mean to say so much on the first meeting."
" No, Sylvan. I was the one who asked the question. You were simply giving an honest answer," Chaol said, letting some sincerity enter his voice and expression. Ae seemed to understand the apology and smiled in acknowledgement.
There was a pause until, " What about your father?" Nesryn asked tentatively with worried eyes.
Sylvan smiled with more energy as ae sat up properly and said, " During all the arguments, my father stayed silent. A few months after being kicked out, he'd found an apartment and bought for me. Told me to move in the day after and I could fend for myself after that."
" And after that?" Chaol asked, pulled into Sylvan's story and world.
" I haven't seen him much since. And now I live in my home with two jobs and hopefully a bright career ahead," he said with a small smile.
" Career?" Nesryn asked. The couple already knew about aers ambitions from all the rambling Darius had done but they still wanted to hear it from Sylvan aerself.
The sudden smile that appeared on aers face eased the ache in Chaol's heart slightly. " Oh, I'm a dancer. I'm attending the academy in the city."
" The academy?" Nesryn asked with slight awe in her voice. They both had known that ae was a dancer but to know that ae was that skilled..." Florine's Academy?" She asked again.
Sylvan grinned and nodded with excitement. " Yes, I've been there from a very young age. It's might as well be a second home. The headmistress even let me stay in the building before I got the apartment."
" And you'll be performing on stage?" Nesryn asked with a small smile.
Sylvan again nodded with a wider grin and eyes that shone with something Chaol couldn't pinpoint. " I'll be doing it soon enough. It hasn't been determined but I have been told that I have a chance to be in the next tour. " Darius looked up at Sylvan with excitement even in his eyes and pulled ae even closer by the middle. Sylvan blushed a red that covered his whole face but didn't move away from Darius.
Chaol held back from grinning even more and then said, " How long would you be gone for?"
Sylvan shrugged and said with a tilted head, " It depends. Usually just a few months but sometimes it lasts longer." Darius didn't seem to care that he would be away from Sylvan if their relationship lasted that long and this time Chaol couldn’t hold back a grin.
Chaol stood up, pulling Nesryn up with him and signalling the end of their conversation. Darius and Sylvan followed and Chaol led them all back to the front door. Him and Nesryn looked at each other, not caring if their son and datemate were there. A hundred thoughts and emotions seemed to flow between them before both of them smiled. Chaol looked back at the couple to see nervous expressions on the both of them and noticed how tightly they were gripping each other's hand. Chaol walked up to Sylvan and watched as aers expression turned more and more fearful.
" I think you're good for my son, Sylvan," he started off and Sylvan's face grew with hope. " You seem like a good kid and I can tell that you have a bright future in front of you. I trust you enough to be happy that you’re with my son. Above all, you make Darius happy and that's what matters the most."
" So you approve of Sylv?" Darius asked with wide eyes and giddy smile. Chaol nodded and then grunted when both of them pulled him into a tight hug. They gave him a grateful expression when they pulled back with a step.
Nesryn laughed then, a sound that Chaol still found beautiful to this day. She took a step forward and stood in front of Sylvan. She slowly took aers hand and held it gently with both of her own and looked up and into aers eyes. " Sylvan, I agree with my husband and I'm more than happy for you to be with my son," she said with a smile. " I also understand that the Academy is your second home. But I would like you to consider this house to be your third home as well." Chaol could have sworn there were tears in aers eyes as ae nodded and squeezed Nesryn's hand.
" Of course, Mrs.Westfall," ae said. " Thank you. I’ve never experienced so much kindness in one day before."
Darius came to wrap an arm around Sylvan's waist and pulled aer closer as Nesryn stepped back to Chaol's side. " Well, you'll be getting a lot more of it with my family. Dad is just a ray of sunshine once you get to know him," Darius said with a mischievous smile and looked at him.
Chaol rolled his eyes with a smile playing on his lips. "Don’t you two need to get going?" He asked.
The two of them nodded and Chaol watched with a pleased expression as Darius and Sylvan exited the house and down the street. He turned to face Nesryn once his son and his datemate had turned the corner and tugged her closer by wrapping his arms around her waist. She took a step forward and sighed slightly as Chaol bent down to touch her forehead with his own.
" That went well, don't you think?" She murmured as her arms went around Chaol, eyes closing. Chaol hummed in agreement. " They seem happy with each other."
" Let's hope they stay happy," he murmured, his own eyes closing.
Nesryn's eyes flew open and she looked at him with a teasing grin. " I've never heard you say that before about any of the others," she said, a hand now cupping his face.
Chaol leaned into the hand with a peaceful sigh and murmured, " There's a first time for everything, Nes."
" You really like this one, don't you?" She asked with a grin that was slowly growing on her face. When Chaol didn't respond she laughed and said, " You really do like Sylvan!"
He opened his eyes and sighed again. " With all that Darius has been saying about aer in the past few months, I wanted to see if our son was correct. And he was. Ae sounds like what Dar has been talking about. So yes, as much as I don't want to say it, I do like Sylvan." Nesryn grinned up at him with the bright eyes that Chaol had fallen in love with all those years ago. She pulled him down by his collar and kissed him, trying to convey all that she could.
"I never thought I’d see the day when Chaol would actually approve of someone that Darius brought in," she teased him when they pulled apart. Chaol rolled his eyes and placed a light kiss on her collarbone. Nesryn laughed lightly again and started pulling him back towards the couch, ready to spend the rest of the day with him and to await the return of Darius and to fill the house with the feeling of home that the two of them loved to cherish.
And that marks the end of my first ever fanfic. I hope you liked it and feedback is always appreciated! Also, please let me know of any mistakes I’ve made in the pronouns department.
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Looking For the Magic (Pt 4)
Tentative title for Option B, the magical Witch Fic WIP one-shot I’ve been struggling to finish. I’ll be posting blocks of this with the tags #lookingforthemagic and #witchfic, in case you don’t want a few thousand words muddying up your dash. I think mobile still doesn’t use the ‘read more’ function, so I figure this would be as good a workaround for folks.
Content Warning (for the story as a whole): transphobia, cissexism, physical assault, misogyny, sexual content
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)
Part 4 under the cut
Anya stood in front of the slightly foggy bathroom mirror, hands on the sink, letting her body cool down a bit to where she could think straight. It wasn't as if she hadn't had sex before, but this was bigger in some ways, and it was the first time she'd had a partner who seemed as into her as she was into them. It was the first time a partner didn't look to expect her to be the so-called 'dominant' one of the two, the 'aggressor', the 'top'.
Not that she couldn't pull it off somewhat convincingly if pushed to, she had in the past, but there had always been a large part of her that wanted to be able to let go completely, and she couldn't do that when she was completely taking care of a partner in a very specific way and performing a role they needed of her. She always had to keep some part of herself hidden away. Usually a major part.
Fact was, yeah, she was a warrior. She was one of the coven's primary weapons, and she'd bash skulls and use her powers to ruin any threat she came across, but when she got back home, she wanted to let go. With her powers, her role in the coven, she always had to be this pillar of strength, and being trans, she had to be bulletproof and fierce to hold her own and keep from bringing about another referendum on her womanhood.
It was tiring. She took care of her coven every day, she protected herself every day. It shouldn't have been too much to ask for someone to want to take care of her, to protect her, even if just sometimes. It shouldn't have been so hard for people to accept that she could be strong in some less traditional ways.
Costia always said being vulnerable, truly vulnerable and open in front of someone, was a show of incredible strength. Maybe it had taken six months of therapy and a being helplessly bedridden for two weeks to bring her around to the idea, but Anya believed it. She wanted to be strong like that for someone, where she wasn't forced to show that vulnerable side of herself, but instead could willingly trust it with another. She wanted to be with someone who could handle that kind of strength from her instead of wanting her to be something she wasn't.
Clarke, as unlikely a candidate as any, seemed up to the task. She seemed to want her for her, no masks, no roles, no fetishistic shit, but Anya just wanted to be sure. Thus, the breather.
"Okay...I can do this. Clarke's apparently always been attracted to me, and was only put off because she thought I leaked her secret. And she's been nice and remorseful since we figured shit out...and I know I've always liked her, except for when she was trying to kill me and when I thought she was transphobic enough to out me. I know there's a risk, but is it wrong of me to want to give this a shot and see what comes of it?" She rambled to herself, taking a few deep breaths before shaking her head. "I hope it's not. I just want this to be okay. She likes me, I like her, and...and she already knows about me, so we're good. We're good. I can at least give this a chance. I deserve a chance at happiness."
Mind made up, Anya grabbed her things and made her way to the bedroom, brow furrowing as the sound of some sort of music met her ears from behind the closed door. Curious, Anya creaked open the door and peeked her head in, being met with the sight of Clarke sitting at the end of the densely towel-covered bed with a pile of pillows at her feet, soft tinkly nature music playing from the old speaker system.
"Clarke, may I come in?" She asked, prompting the woman at hand to shoot up from the bed, posture stiff and nervous.
"Of course, yeah, absolutely, come in!" Clarke let out at a rapid pace, her blushing clear even under the dim, candlelit conditions. "I, uh...I spruced the place up while you were gone."
Anya shot the other blonde a smile, even if it twisted a bit with her confusion as she took in the sight of spare water bottles stacked atop the dresser. "You didn't have to do that, Clarke."
"I wanted to. I know it's really fast, but I like you, and if you want to tone it down and go casual, or go slow, we can do that, too. I just...I wanted to try and make it special. Or as much as I can." Clarke explained, vocal pace slowing there at the end as the woman's gaze fell to the ground.
Anya was almost glad Clarke didn't see the utter shock she displayed at the words. "Special?" She asked, voice dropping to a whisper as she closed the distance to Clarke, enough to reach out and lift the woman's chin with the tips of her fingers. "You wanted to make it special? For me?"
It was unfathomable. Sex had never been very special for her in the past, and now it was her former nemesis taking the initiative to make their time together special. It was both absurd and heartwarming, and had Anya gravitating ever closer to the beautiful blonde before her.
Clarke let out a heavy breath and nodded, eyes still downcast and averted, even after Anya stroked a thumb across her cheek. "I don't understand it all. We go from enemies, to...something else...and my mind's been trying to figure out what you are to me, and every time I make a decision, it keeps telling me I'm wrong, that you're even more important, that I need to be closer. Until now. When I had you in my arms, I just...I knew that's exactly where I'd have to be for us to figure it out together...and I want to figure it out with you. And you deserve better than some quick screw on the couch, Anya."
Astonished, Anya stepped away from Clarke and made her way to the dresser to take in the candles. Some of them were scented, but it was lilac. She liked lilac. "And you think I deserve, what...romance?" She asked, baffled that Clarke jumped through hoops to set a mood for the both of them. It was entirely new territory for her.
"This? Not romance. It's a crude facsimile of it, but it was the best I could do in fifteen minutes with what I could find in the cabin. And the music's not romantic, but it...you know, I'll just go turn it off, actua..." Anya had been mesmerized by the other blonde's rambling up to the point where Clarke started towards the old iPod dock.
Her instincts kicked in quickly. "Clarke!" She yelled out, freezing the other woman in place. Feeling sheepish for yelling and maybe ruining the mood, Anya stepped closer, lowering her voice to a whisper as she moved up beside the sound system. "Please don't."
"It's just music I use when I paint. I go out and into the woods and nature, and I see so many things, and take pictures and sketches that can't capture it, I need paint. But I can't paint out in the rough, so I come home, and I use this to get back into the feeling, the memories, and...I...I'm sorry it's not more romantic." Clarke finished her rambling with a sigh, head dipping in apparent defeat, contrasting heavily with the adoration blooming in Anya's chest.
"No, don't apologize. Clarke, I love it. It reminds me of simpler times, it's soothing...and it makes you remember your passions." Anya countered, trying to lift the other blonde's spirits, because it really had been a thoughtful touch.
Clarke's head lifted slightly, enough for the woman's sparkling sapphire blue eyes to peer at her through her lashes. "I don't think I'll need to draw on any of my passions if I have you here with me." Clarke murmured, stepping into Anya's space and wrapping arms around her waist. "So what did you have to go get?"
Anya swallowed hard and nodded, shifting back to reality, where everything could potentially fuck up again. "I don't get real wet, or at least it takes time for me to get really wet, so...all the rubbing and friction...it'd start to hurt more than anything soon enough, so I got some lubes. We don't have to use them, we don't have to do anything sexual, we don't..."
"Anya, babe..." Clarke interrupted, lifting a finger to Anya's lips, silencing her. "If you're not ready, that won't change anything for me. We can still be close. We can still figure this out. But if you're ready, then I'm on board. And I'd want you comfortable, and not hurting when we're trying to feel good. I like using lube, too, so it's not a problem for me. Do I need to know anything else?"
She let her eyes slip shut, adding the slightest pressure against Clarke's finger with her lips as she let herself be at ease. Clarke was mindful, and sweet, and showed all the signs that she wanted them both to enjoy each other. That was enough for Anya to push past the last of her major inner defenses.
"I don't stretch all that much. I'm working with a bit more than seven and a half inches of depth. If you're gonna penetrate with something other than your hand...so long as you ease me in, I'm good with most sizes, and if you want it rough anywhere, I'd prefer it be anal, please." Anya spoke once Clarke's finger vacated her lips. She felt a little self-conscious, never having had anyone ask about her sexual boundaries before, even if she usually ended up giving them uninvited. It was reassuring that Clarke took the initiative. "Past that, I really like kissing, my scalp is sensitive in the best of ways, and I'm like a dog...if you play with my stomach, I'll love you forever."
Honestly, she added that last bit in mostly due to nerves and anxiety kicking in, but the way Clarke smiled afterward had Anya feeling warm and fuzzy inside.
"What about you, Clarke? I want to make sure I don't do anything that could hurt you or make you uncomfortable." She added, wanting to make sure Clarke felt included and cared for as well.
Clarke let out a faint "oh", mouth practically a perfect circle before the other blonde gave a nod. "I'm, uh, pretty easy going. Receiving anal's a no-go for me, and my breasts are too sensitive to bite, especially around my nipples. And I need to take my meds before I fall asleep...and if this goes like I think it will, I'll want to fall asleep with you in my arms when we're finished, but I need to take my meds. I put them on the nightstand, I'm set for another dose in two hours, or maybe later if need be. I know they're my responsibility, but if you could help me out?"
"Of course, Clarke." She answered immediately, knowing how important keeping to a schedule was with medication. The last thing she wanted was for Clarke to end up in distress.
"And, uh...I guess maybe Costia saw something like this coming, because I checked under the bed for Lexa's candles, and right beside them was my toy box that I lent her a month ago. Not sure how I feel about them anticipating this, but...maybe it might be interesting?" Clarke asked, teetering her weight from one leg to the next, and back, clearly a bit nervous.
Honestly, outside of some little tricks Indra taught her to make, Anya used toys pretty often. "Can we take a look?"
Clarke ducked her head slightly, blushing hard again. "I...yeah, for sure. Just don't judge me or anything, okay?"
Wanting to try and break whatever anxious haze Clarke was knee-deep in, she took hold of the underside of Clarke's chin and pressed a lingering, chaste kiss to her lips, waiting until she could feel the tension release before stepping away and moving to the large box beside the bed.
It was a decent size, and apparently for good reason as she opened it up and took in the sight of Clarke's collection. Wow...ankle spreader, flogger, restraints...someone's into bdsm...ooh, cute paddle with heart indentations... Anya mused to herself before something big and shiny caught her eye.
As soon as she realized what it was, she picked it up to get a better look at it. "Ohhhh my g...okay, so that...that, uh, it's..." Clarke sputtered out, clearly worried about what Anya might think, for whatever reason.
As if it was the first time she'd ever seen a butt plug. "It'll definitely do. The fact that it's capped by a heart-shaped gem is a little precious, but maybe it's a nice break from my more utilitarian set back home." She interjected, allowing herself another moment of studying the cute gem before meeting Clarke's eyes, smiling at the relief there. "Clarke, I'm single. I have been for some time. I told you I like anal. It's not very comfortable using my hands directly for everything, so..."
"Okay, I get it, I'm an idiot." Clarke laughed, lighting her hands in mock surrender.
"Perhaps, but a moderately enchanting one at least." Anya threw the offhanded compliment out as she went to her luggage by the door and hauled it into a free corner, pulling out her lubes. "These should do nicely. The rest can wait for later."
Oddly enough, she didn't startle when Clarke's arms wrapped around her waist from behind, the other woman having approached silently. "So...later on, if I want to use a strap-on..."
Anya let out a low laugh and leaned into Clarke's body a little. "Please, if that's what you want, I'm happy to oblige. And don't be concerned about size, obviously...regardless of your choice, I'll be fine." She answered, holding up the steel plug in hopes of making her point from the circumference of it alone.
"Of course you will. I told you I wouldn't hurt you. I'll take good care of you." Clarke murmured, head dipping forward to plant a pair of kisses to the crook of her neck, only further searing those words into her heart, Anya deeply wanting that to be true.
The way Clarke's hands splayed out across her abs, the gentle press of the other blonde's frame into hers, the sweet kisses on her neck, it all had Anya feeling she could trust this.
That just maybe, she could be entirely free with Clarke.
Clarke was riding a bit of a high as she pressed kiss after fluttering kiss to Anya's neck and shoulders, not just to show her affection for the other woman, but to buy time to calm down a bit. Anya had taken a good long look into her little treasure chest and hadn't blinked or flinched. No, Anya just pulled out the way oversized booty-bling butt plug she'd been given as a gag gift by Octavia. And when she'd stammered out nervously, Anya had reassured her.
And that helped, but damn if she wasn't still working on getting her nerves under control. She wasn't quite sure how to handle Anya. On one hand, she'd never seen Anya so shy and soft, but on the other hand, the woman was still very certain with her words, and her body language had Clarke under the impression that the aggressive, powerful Anya was resting right beneath the surface, ready to pop out at any time.
And while that could be exciting, maybe it wasn't what she wanted tonight to be. She'd initiated so much of the pain sent Anya's way. She wanted to be the one to initiate the healing and to earn Anya's trust in recovering their connection.
Still, she had to be careful, and as much as she wanted to go overboard like she so often liked to, Clarke held that part of herself back as she brought her hands to Anya's jeans and unbuttoned them. "You good to get this started?" She asked softly, pressing another kiss to Anya's neck.
"I believe so." Anya mused openly, turning in Clarke's arms while pulling her top off. Clarke watched the woman back away and sit down on the end of the bed, hardly needing a second to pull off her jeans. Two, three seconds later, with Anya stark naked on the bed, Clarke was unashamed about the gay sweats her body was kicking into high gear.
"Goddess help me..." Clarke muttered to herself as she peeled her leggings off and threw her dress over her head and off to the side. Anya's eyes were wider as she refocused on the woman, and took that as a good sign, and maybe a cue to slow it down a wee bit for her partner's benefit, taking her time in reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra.
Clarke rolled her neck and slowly, carefully pulled her bra free, and tossed it behind her as she stepped up to Anya, standing between the woman's legs. "Care to finish the job?"
Anya was peering up at her, breaths coming out a little heavy, cheeks dusted pink, pupils dilated slightly in arousal. Once upon a time, she dreamed of Anya staring up at her, remorseful and apologetic, but this was exponentially better. Anya wanted her, and she sure as hell wanted Anya; it was all she could do to contain her gasp when she felt the brown-eyed beauty hook her thumbs under her panties.
That gasp broke out into the bedroom air when soft lips kissed her belly, Anya using the momentary distraction to slide her underwear down enough for it to drop to the floor.
"Crafty..." Clarke mused, biting back a laugh at Anya's playfulness.
Anya just began crawling backward on the bed towards the headrest. "Couldn't resist. You've got a cute tummy, Clarke Griffin."
"Shut up, I work hard on it. Just because it's not chiseled like..." She started back, only for her words to still at the sight of Anya's hand and half-lidded eyes beckoning her closer.
"You shut up. You're very kissable, Clarke. All over, I promise you." Anya murmured, eyes growing wider, hands gesturing a little more impatiently, even as a smile bloomed across her face. "Coming?"
Clarke laughed and crawled onto the bed, slowly crossing the distance. "You promise? Because this is all pretty new. Did you have a thing for me even back then, in the dark months?"
The dark months. Well, better to refer to it with a name than to just ignore it. "Clarke, I hated a lot of things, but it could never change how beautiful you are. If being around you didn't hurt so much, if your eyes weren't so cold when looking my way, I could have...anyways, I want you, Clarke. All that you'll share with me."
"You'll get me soon enough, Anya. For now, I want to share this..." Clarke noted, taking hold of the butt plug Anya picked out earlier, along with the woman's coconut oil, figuring it'd be better suited for anal than the water-based one. "Shall we begin?"
Clarke's mouth turned into the Sahara as she watched Anya's hips lift up, the woman practically folding in half as her feet rested at the sides of her head. "Ready when you are."
She fumbled a bit with the lube as she fought to get some moisture into her mouth. If grabbing a water bottle wouldn't have made her look foolish, she would have guzzled half of one back already. Clarke had not been prepared for how limber her partner was, not in the goddamn least.
Clarke was just coating the plug with oil when Anya cleared her throat, instantly capturing her attention.
"Clarke, I know I'm no stranger to this, but...please...be gentle." Anya's voiced trailed off to a mumble, but her sheer focus on the woman had her hearing every word as clear as day, leaving her confused as heck.
"I will. It's not like this is your first time, babe. But if that's what you want..." Clarke started, any additional words dying in her throat as she watched Anya's face flicker with something that looked too much like either fear or sadness for her to bear. She barely had the mind enough to cut off the lube supply before it started flooding onto the duvet.
"You promised you'd take care of me, so...it may as well be." Anya clarified after taking an agonizing few seconds to school her features, voice coming out flat and emotionless. No, distanced.
The last thing Clarke wanted was for Anya to feel she had to do that with her.
"Oh, hey, no...no, I didn't mean it like that, I just...Anya, please." She stated, cutting herself short when she realized none of her scatterbrained pleas were even registering.
Clarke set the oil and plug on the nightstand and shifted to the side of her partner, prodding Anya's legs enough for them to flop back onto the bed. She nestled up beside the woman, angling Anya's head until they were face to face. "You always intimidated me. You're so strong, in so many ways, and I honestly came in here thinking we'd be pulling some cheesy fan-fictiony thing with our tongues battling for dominance, and then that'd escalate given our histories, but like...Anya, I made a shit assumption, and that makes me a bit of an ass, but I want this to work. I feel we have something. So please, talk to me."
Anya blinked slowly and let out a quiet huff. "People always expect me to be this powerful, manly 'top'. Sometimes I'm okay enough to do that for them to an extent, if I'm desperate enough for someone to want me I suppose, but I'm never given the option to be anything other than a bunch of fetishistic stereotypes and fantasies. Just barely woman enough to count as one, and more than male enough for them to live their fantasies and shit through me. I just...I want to be free to be me. I want to be seen. People always want the dominant top they fantasize about, for me to essentially be the man they're not comfortable actually being with, so I'm the closest thing they can have and still get off to. I don't want to be some stand in for a cis dude, or the freakish masculine non-woman creature people sometimes think of me as...and it's gotten better since I had surgery, because no one can see me as a walking talking penis anymore, but...they still don't see me any different. I'm not a whole woman to them, not when they treat me like I'm male." Anya explained in heart-wrenching detail, the slightest tremor in her jaw stilling after a clear moment of focus. "They only ever want that. No one ever wants me."
Clarke was astounded with her willpower that she was able to make it through the entirety of Anya's explanation before pulling the woman into a kiss that channelled every ounce of power, every ounce of passion, every last goddamn bit of reassurance she could muster into it. The moment she shifted in position to get better leverage, Anya's legs were sweeping up and locking around her hips, pulling her down as Clarke kissed Anya into the mattress.
It wasn't fair. Even when Anya was her nemesis, she held disdain for those who pigeonholed Anya outside of womanhood, and she loathed anyone who only saw coven members as their roles, as their abilities. Anya was more than a warrior, more than her powerful body, and certainly wasn't the gross fetishistic and transmisogynstic male power fantasy wearing a woman-suit she imagined Anya's past sex partners wanted her to be. She'd be happy to take anyone who could look at Anya and fantasize about her as if she was a cis man, and throw them off a goddamn bridge in the depths of winter.
That didn't mean Clarke knew all the nooks and crannies of what made Anya who she was, at least not completely. No, she'd have to learn the hard way, by putting in the effort, by making Anya comfortable enough to show her. And damn it, she wanted nothing more in that moment.
"Goddess, Anya, I will take care of you if you let me have that honor. All I want is to be close to you, to make you feel good, and to figure out what's between us. You're safe with me." Clarke promised as soon as she pulled away, foreheads touching and noses grazing each other.
At this distance, she could see renewed faith in Anya's eyes, and felt a rush of fulfillment when the woman confirmed them. "I believe you."
Clarke took the plug and oil back in hand and waited for Anya to get back into position. "There we go, beautiful. Gonna take this nice and easy for you." She murmured as she made sure there was a nice coating of lube on the plug, and for good measure slowly pushed a nice-sized glob of it into her. "Ready?"
Anya let out an affirmative hum, and so for only the second time in her life, Clarke Griffin was inserting a butt plug. From personal experience, she knew going in too quick would just hurt, especially with something so big, so she took her time, slowly stretching Anya out minute by minute. One hand eased the plug in and out, a little deeper with each endeavor, while her other hand gently caressed Anya's hips, not wanting to waste any time she could be tactile, intermittently leaning forward to kiss the woman to help keep that connected feeling going.
She watched as Anya stretched more and more, halfway fearing it'd be too much and there'd be damage, but then all of a sudden the rest of it went in, and all that was left was a pretty red heart-shaped gem resting between Anya's ass cheeks.
"Mmmh, that's such a nice weight, holy shit." Anya let out, legs dropping back to her bed so she could roll over onto her stomach. "Oh wow, yeah, I'm gonna like this one."
Clarke was thrilled Anya was enjoying herself so much already, but her eyes were stuck on the sight of Anya's butt and how goddamn ridiculously cute it was. "Baby?" She asked hazily, gaze still fixed on that gleaming red heart peeking out ever so slightly. It took a moment for her brain to catch up enough to freak out, knowing pet names weren't exactly common so early on. Her mind was racing too fast to catch the pleased questioning hum from her partner. "Oh goddess, I...I'm sorry if I offended you, or if it's too fast, or..."
"Clarke." Anya called out firmly, cutting off all other thoughts as she turned her gaze upward, meeting Anya's as the woman peered over her shoulder. "Clarke, I'm here with you. I want you, awkwardness and all. If 'baby' is the only pet name that comes out from you tonight, I'll be all smiles. I honestly prefer it to most others I've been given, considering the circumstances."
"But it's not ideal." Clarke chimed in, catching Anya's drift that the woman was good with it, but it wasn't her top choice.
Anya rolled her eyes and tossed her hair back. "All the more preferred ones wouldn't be appropriate, we're not in love. So 'baby' will be just fine, Clarke. I'll tell you if I'm not comfortable with something...trust me to tell you, and trust that I'm good if I don't. Please don't think too hard, I accept you, quirks and all."
Clarke couldn't help but beam at Anya, thrilled at the reassurance and that familiar soft expression. Most of her past partners had balked at showing any vulnerability given her magical affinity, most held trust at arm's reach, but Anya was there offering it freely, without hesitation. Her mind kept assaulting her with a single word: Closer, closer, closer. She let that word reach her hand over to cup Anya's butt as she crawled up over the woman's body, pressing kisses up her spine along the way, cherishing the content hums escaping her partner.
"Let's get you warmed up, baby..."
Thirty minutes.
Anya wasn't entirely sure just how much time had passed since Clarke kissed her way up her back, but it had been at least thirty minutes.
She'd always been a bit of a slow starter, perhaps the fault of her meds, but no one had ever really cared before. No one had ever really made sure she was fully primed and ready to go in the past, for a number of reasons Anya didn't really care to think about. Clarke, though, was more than content to take her time and work Anya up, and it was both novel and reassuring, on top of goddamn sexy, that the other blonde was so patient.
Honestly, Anya felt like she'd halfway ascended, with Clarke nestled up at her side. From the feeling of Clarke gently rocking against her hips, to the hand that worked her nipples to crests of pleasure only to ease off the throttle with some delectable focus on her stomach, to the arm wrapped behind her neck, angling her in for kissing, Anya cherished the slow build up Clarke was working her over with.
And Anya, well, she was all too happy to guide Clarke's hips against her, and let her other hand roam wherever Clarke needed it.
At least, until Clarke's hips bucked a little erratically for the third time in less than a minute. "Clarke..." She spoke as she took in a breath, capturing the other woman's attention quickly. "My thigh, hand, or mouth? Your choice."
Clarke just grinned and pulled herself and Anya up to a seated position. "This is just me getting my engine revving too, babe, so I'll take your thigh for now. Though I could use your mouth somewhere else..."
Anya rolled her eyes and shifted Clarke halfway onto her lap so her partner was straddling her thigh. She was all too happy to oblige, bringing Clarke's right breast into her mouth as she took hold of her lover's hips, caressing and guiding them, feeling dizzy with pleasure.
In the past, it'd all been easy enough, just doing as expected and going by rote memorization on what her partners wanted, but there in that cabin, she was supremely far out of her usual position, her body was thrumming like never before, and she was increasingly intoxicated by every sound that escaped Clarke's body, by every otherworldly movement of her lover. Clarke had always been a passionate woman, but it was as if that passion overtook every fiber of her being, and it left Anya breathless with desire and anticipation.
"Oh goddess, right...right there!" Clarke moaned, arching backward to give Anya a better angle to work with, not that she wouldn't gladly suffer a neck kink to hear those words again. "C-close..."
Anya swirled her tongue around the nipple, letting her teeth graze it before she pulled away. If Clarke was going to climax, she wanted to watch it happen, watch the beautiful blonde unravel. Maybe that was selfish, but she'd make it up to Clarke soon.
"You're so beautiful..." The words escaped without her permission, but she could hardly will herself to care when a blissful smile spread across her lover's lips. Spurred on by the growing molten pit of arousal in her core, Anya reached up a hand to pull Clarke forward, close enough to kiss her, using her other hand to hold her lover by the small of her back. "Let go, darling."
All at once, Clarke's hips jumped up her thigh, Clarke let out a sharp gasp, and those sapphire eyes went wide as she'd ever seen them. Clarke's lips were on her before she could react, the woman's hips furiously grinding away at her as Clarke poured herself into Anya. She was all too happy to swallow her moans, to hold Clarke almost close enough for them to fuse; there was a fullness growing inside of her, warming her and rendering her nerves more and more electric the closer she grew to Clarke.
She'd never felt so naked and vulnerable in her life being used as an instrument of desire, but every press of lips, every stroke of her cheek, every hand that ran through her hair and pulled her close, it all told her that Clarke was the reason for it, that Clarke saw her, knew her.
That she was safe, in that moment, as Clarke's head fell back, a sharp cry escaping her mouth as her hips jolted against Anya. The climax rolled through her lover head to toe, all seizing muscles and soft cries as Anya held her close and slowly worked her through it.
It was a nurturing feeling, if Anya were to be honest, holding Clarke and aiding her through the orgasm, murmuring sweet words into her lover's ear, combing a hand through her hair, fluttering kisses against her face.
Sex had never felt like that before. Leading a partner to orgasm had never felt like that before. Her heart had never felt as full as when she felt Clarke in her arms, falling into climax and trusting her to hold her together. Her soul had never felt so light at the feeling of Clarke clinging to her like a lifeline, Anya's name the only word leaving her lover's lips for that brief minute or two.
If this was just a precursor, as Clarke asserted earlier, then Anya was entirely unprepared, but willing to have her mind blown, because if it meant more of these feelings, more closeness with Clarke, more delightful sounds and sensual touches, then she wasn't sure she'd ever leave the bed again.
"I'd almost feel...embarrassed that a...single goddamn word from you...could make me come, but..." Clarke spoke as she worked to catch her breath, Anya more than a little confused over what the beautiful blonde was going on about, but more than happy to give her time to speak her mind. "...but I swear, baby...I just really want you to call me that again. I don't care what it takes."
Anya leaned back enough to meet Clarke's gaze, trying to decipher the meaning of the woman's words. "You don't have to beg for anything with me, Clarke, but what word are...wait...'darling'?"
She watched Clarke visibly melt as the word filled the air, and knew that she couldn't deny it to her lover if she tried. "Definitely that one."
"Then it's yours, Clarke. And..." Anya started, only to remember the other thing she'd brought in her luggage that she'd considered bringing out if all went well. And despite it all being mostly foreplay so far, Anya was certain that it was right to offer her lover another option. "...and I have something for you."
Anya went to get up, but Clarke promptly threw her body weight at Anya and held her flat down on the mattress. "Easy there. I don't want you leaving this bed 'til you're satisfied. You got my motor purring, I can get whatever you need me to get."
With an amused roll of her eyes, she pointed to her luggage. "Wooden box in my luggage. Can you bring it to me?"
Clarke leaned down, meeting her in a languid kiss that had her heart soaring before her lover was rolling off the bed and striding to her luggage. Clarke didn't need long to recover it, plopping down beside her a few seconds later. "What's in it?" Her lover asked, looking at the featureless box for some way to open it.
Anya took hold of it and pressed a hidden spot on the box, unlocking it and cracking open the lid. She pulled out both items inside, the clear glass flask full of a translucent liquid, and the larger leather bag. "I was taught how to make this some time ago. I don't use it very often, but it can be wonderful. I want to share it with you."
Clarke looked over the two objects as Anya set the box on the floor at the end of the bed. "What is it?" The woman asked, tugging on Anya's arm until she clambered up onto Clarke's lap.
"The liquid in the flask was made with transmutation magic." Anya started, Clarke's attention immediately shifting away from the flask and to her eyes; that form was rare, so it was understandable that Clarke was intrigued. "Essentially, it's a very minor spell, which is why I can manage it despite not having an affinity. I suppose my abilities are close enough in alignment for me to be capable. But anyways, it alters the nerves of whatever it touches."
"How so? Like does it..." Clarke started, before her eyes grew wide as saucers. "No way."
Anya just laughed, lightly bonking her forehead against Clarke's and leaving it there. "Maybe this is heavy, but I've never felt like this before, Clarke. I've never felt so cared for in this sort of thing, and...all I know is that every bit of pleasure I feel, I'd like you to feel it with me. This can help with that...but only if you want to use it. I won't ask you to, or demand you to, or anything...I'm just offering."
"Baby, at this point, I think I'd wait as long as I had to for you, so if you think this could make us feel closer, and that's what I want...and that's what you want...then of course I will. You're kinda the best, okay?" Clarke asked rhetorically, but Anya couldn't quite manage to contain her scoff.
Clarke immediately pulled her into a kiss that had her feeling weightless and had those resurfaced insecurities running for cover, loving the way Clarke's nose nuzzled against her own ever so slightly as she pulled away to approach at another angle, adoring how the pads of Clarke's fingertips would gently trail down the curve of her jaw like she was drinking her in.
"Nothing but sweet sounds and confidence, okay? You're not the only one in uncharted waters, Anya. I haven't felt comfortable being in a relationship for a long time...it's all just been one night flings, and I just...I don't get that feeling here with you." Clarke stated, eyebrows rising as if to challenge her to deny that claim.
"This doesn't feel like a one night stand. This feels...more." Anya admitted with a hard swallow, finding some confidence in the way Clarke's smile just beamed up at her.
"Then believe me when I say you're the best I've had already. I've never felt this close to someone, and goddess, at the same time I just feel like there's so much more ground to cover between us, and I want us to cross it together." Clarke said, voice shaking ever so slightly as she took Anya's hand and placed it over her heart. Anya could feel the organ thrumming wildly in Clarke's ribcage. "I'm so excited, and scared, and over the moon happy, and I'm so ready for this as long as you're here to hold my hand."
Anya leaned close and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to her lover's lips, lingering there as she stroked a hand down Clarke's blushing cheek, and took Clarke's right hand with her other. "I am. I will."
"Then why don't you show me how to work this?"
As much as Clarke loved Anya's laughter, she couldn't help but keep her focus on her hand, marveling at the sensation even as she blushed from the sound that left her lips a mere few seconds ago.
"The look on your face is priceless, Clarke!" Anya added between laughs, and she honestly imagined it was, because there truly was nothing like feeling a jolt of arousal from rubbing your thumb and fingertips together.
It was one thing to imagine what it might be like, but an entirely different magnitude to feel it for real. "This is so weird. So...what did you use this for, again?"
"Mostly to ramp up quicker than usual. It can take me over half an hour to get going, normally, but with this, that time's cut down by a decent chunk. I'll put some on a finger or two, dip them in melted chocolate or maybe icing, and get to licking. But it can be nice if I'm fingering myself, too." Anya explained as she laid herself back on the bed, tugging Clarke to straddle her. This substance of hers opened the door to so many possibilities, a mass of them flooding Clarke's mind over how to use something like that.
Maybe it was a little egregious as far as a sex aid, but it did seem handy. Pun absolutely intended.
"Mmmmmn, and if I'm giving you a hand job?" Clarke asked, bringing their knit hands to her lips as she held Anya's mirthful gaze.
"Never experienced it. But I promise, you'll know how it feels when I do." Anya answered with a broad grin, bringing her leg up and using her heel to pull Clarke atop her, skin on skin. "And honestly? I've got a good feeling about it."
Clarke laughed and dipped down for a quick kiss, loving the way that Anya wrapped around her however she could. For such a fearsome warrior, she was damn adorable. "Don't let go?" She murmured as she pulled away. The tremendous warmth in Anya's eyes had her knowing her lover wouldn't fail her.
She took a deep breath, excited to get this started and to keep growing this thing between them. Carefully, she shifted to Anya's side, pressing fleeting kisses to her partner's jaw as she reached down, gave a quick glance to check her instincts, and then let her forefinger and middle finger slowly glide up Anya's slick folds.
By the time she'd neared the clitoris and rendered it exposed, Clarke was breathless, body buzzing and stunned from the sensation. Certainly a bit more sensitive than rubbing her fingers together, she'd have to get used to it. "Oh my goddess, babe..."
"Is it too much?" Anya asked, sounding worried. As if there was anything to worry about.
"Nah, not at all, just unexpected. Between this thing, and getting to feel you for the first time, I...I'm really excited, and I just need a moment." Clarke answered swiftly and with as much assurance as she could channel into her voice.
That seemed to be enough, tension leaving Anya's body. "Take your time, darling, I'm not going anywhere."
The use of the d-word only compelled Clarke to rub her thumb just around the edge of Anya's clit, cheering internally at the sight and feel of Anya's hips arching into her touch. "Maybe you're not going anywhere, but I'd really like you to come with me."
Anya's head fell back with a dull thump against the mattress, another glorious laugh escaping her lover. "That's so fucking cheesy!"
"Don't lie, you like it." Clarke shot back with a grin, giving Anya's core one more quick swipe as she gathered as much oxygen as she could. Just the sensitivity of her fingers on Anya's vulva was doing a number on her, ratcheting her arousal up notch by notch with each touch. Something told her she wouldn't be too pleased with her stamina over the next little while.
Hopefully Anya wouldn't be too embarrassed for her.
Clarke reached for the lube, applying a bit to her fingers in prep of what she knew would be an entirely new experience for her. Let it never be said Clarke Griffin was a coward.
"Clarke..." Anya's voice brought her attention to her lover, the sheer reverence making her heart tremble in her chest from the pure heat the word had cascading through her body. "I trust you."
Teeth firmly pressing against her lower lip, Clarke gave Anya a small nod and decided to go for it, plunging two fingers into Anya.
Clarke gasped alongside her lover, arching a little from the feeling of Anya's walls around her digits. For a brief moment, being engulfed in Anya, feeling very intimately and intensely every single muscle spasm against her fingers, even the hardness of the nearby butt plug, took her focus.
But just for a moment.
Clarke caught her breath, adjusted to expectations, and pulled out slowly, recalling Anya preferred a more sensual approach up front, and she was all too happy to employ that. Just feeling Anya wrap around her had Clarke wanting to be closer, as close as she could get. It was only made more fortunate, knowing that if the sensations from her hand kept up then she wouldn't be able to be upright; resting against Anya while she pleasured her was best for the both of them, and would give Anya plenty of access to her.
Clarke set a languid, steady pace, working her fingers at Anya's upper wall as her thumb rolled at the edge of her lover's clit, getting close enough to build her up, but not so much to jolt Anya towards an unexpectedly quick orgasm. She wanted to take her time, pulling Anya into a quick kiss before trailing her mouth across her jaw and down her neck, kissing and nipping and licking her way to Anya's pulse point.
Maybe it was just instinct, maybe it was that rare territorial side of herself coming out to play, maybe it was how the overwhelming pleasure from each thrust of her hand was slowly sending her into a blissful haze. Whatever the reason, some signals in her brain must have crossed because after nipping a delightful spot on Anya's neck and hearing her let out a delighted mewl, Clarke found her lips latching onto her neck and sucking for all she was worth.
The last time she'd given someone a hickey was in high school, so she could feel blood rushing to her cheeks as she hastily pulled away, words already at the tip of her tongue as her brain worked at formulating some apology. But then a hand was pressing at the back of her skull, pushing her face back into Anya's neck, a throaty whine rumbling out of her lover.
"Please...darling..." Anya spoke in gasps, her lover's hand shakily and slowly combing through her hair, adding enough pressure to let Clarke know she was wanted there, not that the words alone didn't immediately have her heart racing and body buzzing.
Clarke dipped forward the half inch to press a kiss at the base of Anya's neck, letting her lips linger as she soaked in how Anya's legs gripped her tightly. She could feel a minor tremor of pleasure run through Anya's body from her neck all the way to her toes. "Tell me what you need, baby..." She murmured, slowing the pace of her thrusts enough so that she could be sure to recognize an answer past the heady pleasure buzz and the sensation of her arousal dripping onto the toweled bed.
"More of that...more...and faster, just...mmmnh...just a bit, please..." Anya laboured, stirring those long dormant and contained urges she'd always done well to hold in check.
Quickening the pace of her thrusts was easy enough, having mostly adjusted to the feeling of Anya's magic serum. She didn't have to keep herself from a premature climax anymore, at the very least, even if she was closing in on that ledge little by little. But indulging in something she'd warded herself off of had her feeling both enticed and cautious.
"Anya...pretty sure you can't magic away a hickey." Clarke noted hesitantly, applying just enough pressure to get Anya to release the hold on her head. She needed to look Anya in the eyes for this; even if it wasn't a big thing for most, she had a hard time stopping that particular sort of instinct once she'd gained enough headway. "Baby, I just don't want to do anything you'll regret later."
Her lover immediately reached down and stilled the hand between her thighs, and if Anya didn't already have her complete attention, she certainly had it now. "I'm not ashamed of this, Clarke."
Clarke let out a huff, anxiously trying to find the right words to describe her predicament, and mostly failing at her attempts. "It's...I mean...I know you're not, it's...well, a lot of people don't like them. And I mean....I'd be marking you. And I haven't done that in forever, because...well, once I start, I have a hard time stopping, and I don't want to freak you out with all the possessive junk that comes with it, and I'm just..."
Honestly, there were at least another hundred words left in her rambling, but feeling Anya take hold of the hand that Clarke had buried between her thighs, and slowly lift it out and up, up, all the way to her lips, a breath away from Anya's mouth? That killed all those leftover words, and she doubted she'd mourn their passing.
"Darling, hush. You're over-thinking this..." Anya started, eyebrow cocking at the tiny scoff that escaped her over the assertion. "I'm serious. What, do you think I'd balk at the notion of you getting possessive over me?"
Clarke shrugged, not quite having revived her vocabulary yet. "Most people get freaked out, given my affinity and all. Last one really didn't like it, and practically threw me out."
"And I'm not that person. You need to stop second-guessing yourself, stop presuming you know what I want better than I do. Just listen to me, Clarke...I'll always let you know what I like and what I don't. And if you're comfortable being...well, possessive...with me tonight, then let's see where that goes. It's not a hard or soft limit for me." Anya clarified, the amused crinkling of her eyes just barely warning Clarke in time as Anya's soft tongue blazed a trail up her hand, sending an intense ripple of pleasure down her spine.
She was already soaked, but she could feel a fresh rush of arousal, both from the lick and the notion of Anya accepting her, not to mention the vulnerability involved. Still, she waited until she caught her breath again to make one final argument, to make sure Anya knew where she was coming from.
"I just...I guess you've been treated like an object by other partners, and I wouldn't want to do the same to you. You deserve better. You're a person. You're not something I can, you know, have or claim for myself." Clarke said, eyes half-lidded and head feeling hazy as Anya took one of her digits into her mouth, tongue swirling around it. "Goddess, if you keep doing that, I won't last long, baby."
"I don't care how long you last. One, two, twenty orgasms...whatever we feel like. I just want to spend the night with you, I want us to enjoy ourselves. So...if it makes it easier for you...as far as I'm concerned, I'm yours tonight. And you're mine. Doesn't mean you own me...just means I'm sharing myself with you. I trust you to take good care of me, darling." Anya spoke, flicking her gaze between Clarke's hand and her eyes, before settling on the latter. "And if you want to suck at my neck, if you want to say I'm yours, or any of that...I'm good with it. I'm not scared, I trust you."
Clarke gulped, heart hammering in her chest, yearning to break out and find Anya's. Ever since her affinity had been made known, everyone she'd dated had been wary and generally unwilling to be vulnerable with her. Even if she'd insist that she could only control people after casting, most still suspected that she could influence and manipulate thoughts and emotions on a more subtle level, so it was rare for anyone to be really open with her. It was why she adored her friendships with Lexa and Costia, who did trust her.
So Anya willingly opening up to her and trusting her? Wanting to share herself, even after everything they'd been through, even after experiencing firsthand what Clarke was capable of? It had her breathless and yearning to just hold onto this magnificently strong woman. Everything in her soul was screaming at her to make love to Anya, to take her to such heights where Clarke's name would be the only intelligible sound spilling from her lips, to pepper kisses across her blushing face as she came down from her final climax, to wrap her up in the afterglow and maybe carry Anya to the shower if her lover needed or requested it.
And maybe that was getting ahead of herself, but it wasn't bad to have some goals at the ready for the rest of their night.
"Then let's get back to making this a night to remember, baby."
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Round Up
So as much as I really want to do individual posts on everything right now? Not happening. I’ve barely been getting sleep for weeks but the past few days have been awful because of my disorders and not getting much sleep because of thunderstorms. Plus my pain levels are through the roof.
So, to quote Sully from Fire Emblem: Awakening, “Quick and dirty! I like it.”
To sum up a good chunk of the last week’s Otakutivities:
#1 - Yaoi. Yaoi. More Yaoi. Where manga is concerned, since I have discovered Yaoi's sheer awesomeness, it's been all Yaoi, all week. I sooo wanna talk about each series and start reading posts by other fans of those series but we’ll see how that goes when I’m up to it. I will say, so far, my favorite series is Ten Count.
#2 - Uz-a-ma-ki Na-ru-to! Taiki & I have been finally playing catch up on Naruto: Shippuden, which is one of our favorite anime of all time. We got behind because real life blew up in our faces because of my family + the show was taking an emotional toll I couldn’t handle while dealing with major emotional damage in my life. We have been having a blast working towards the end, even through the pain. We’ve been fans (of the original Naruto anime) since before the show was ever even licensed in the US, and I realized that if we’d had a kid the same time we started watching Naruto? Said kid would be entering high school this year, lol. Our oldest furkid is named Naruto Ichigo & even though he’s very intelligent, he veeery much takes after his namesake (I’ll do a proper write up on the furdweebs later as they’ve all been geek & Otaku named). So yeah, really enjoying this.
#3 - Samurai Love Ballad Party….can kiss my fucking ass. No. Seriously. T-T So fucking behind and screwed on my Otome games but SOME FUCKING HOW I manage to stay on the ball with that mother fucker. And it’s exhausting lol. I’m basically done with Mitsuhide (last route), I just need to actually read through it (I already gathered all the points). I’ll probably try to do Kojuro again for funsies, dressers, & Energy. I’m doing his Main story at the moment & have been very surprised how much I’ve enjoyed it. I knew I’d like it as I always love event stories for Lord Kojuro but his story is very different than what I expected. At the moment, he’s definitely competing with my Lord Son of a Bitch Oda Nobunaga, Lord of Hell & my heart. Doubt he’ll win but…stranger things have happened. And if nothing else? He’ll make a strong case for 2nd place. <3
#4 - PS Vita - So even though I’ve been struggling to get my shit together in the video game department, I bought Code: Realize. I think because I really am into reading at the moment & it takes less effort than actively playing something and C:R has one of the most interesting premises I’ve heard in awhile. And sure, I have my Social Otome games, and Era of Samurai: Code of Love but it costs a pretty penny to buy all the routes in EoS (not complaining it just is fact), but I also wanted something with more bite to it than just a cool love story with extras. Plus, I’m getting ready for Hakuoki: Kyoto Winds to launch. *rubs hands maniacally*
Although, I know some Hakuoki fans may hate me for this — I prefer Okita-sensei* in Era of Samurai. He’s fairly awesome in Hakuoki but as a history buff who has researches the historical Okita-sensei, and seen dozens of portrayals, I feel they made Okita-sensei a cruel, blood thirsty, callous barbarian because he was a legendary swordsman. That’s not what historical records indicate, at all. While EVERY portrayal of the Shinsengumi takes liberties (and always will), I feel Hakuoki went too far with Okita-sensei. He’s fun enough, but I don’t think he’s a good reflection. Given, I’ll always be bias towards Kaze Hikaru’s portrayal (it’s my favorite manga of all time), forever, but there’s also a reason Kaze Hikaru had received accolades for trying so hard to really be historically accurate as much as possible. And according to the research I’ve done, EoS & Kaze Hikaru’s portrayals, while different, show they at least researched Okita-sensei & his reputation to a degree. Sure, interpretation is still a thing. But I feel like they paid more respect to the historical data available.
But anyways, I still love Hakuoki for what it is, truly. And I’m so incredibly excited to see Shinpachi-sensei’s story in Kyoto Winds, as well as the other extended stories. I won’t lie, though: I’m incredibly pissed they didn’t do Kondo-sensei. Before I even got really into Era of Samurai, the fact that they had Kondo-sensei as a viable route won me over. Because he does not get neeeearly enough love.
Yes. We know how it ends. You have to be a Gaijin playing for shits & giggles with no interest in Japanese history what-so-ever to NOT KNOW how the great Commander Kondo Isami-sensei’s story ends. But I don’t care. Sure that probably makes me a loser but I just don’t give a damn. I REALLY wanna see that portrayed in Hakuoki.
Anyways, this went on waaaay too fucking long. My arm is killing me, I still have to finish my mobile game log-in rotations and I’m freaking exhausted. Bleh.
Hopefully, tomorrow, I can really delve into a topic in a fun, cool way. I’m not going to tag everything (just some stuff) since this is just me rambling & it doesn’t delve into detail into stuff as much as I’d like.
Also, there’s some very cool Otaku-ness coming up I just can’t wait to share this coming week! <3
[*Note: I used the -sensei honorific not to be weebish or obnoxious. I used it because while they are fictional portrayals, they are portrayals of people who actually lived — who were some of the greatest swordsman to ever live, and depending on how you look at history, some of the greatest heroes to ever live. Since -sensei is used for Doctors, Professors, and Masters of different professions regardless of actually being teachers, I felt it appropriate as the heroes of the Bakamutsu period sure as hell deserve better than “-san,” in my eyes.]
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