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bakugoushotwife · 7 months

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kinktober day ten: breeding kink

>>> so i actually think he would be able to get his partner preggers but that's because i say so xoxo but also bc maybe ce doesn't affect the reproductive system?? idc if it does he deserves a family!

>>> starring: choso kamo x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: breeding kink thank you, pregnancy kink, choso is obsessed w his wife hours, oral (fem), creampie, >>> wc: 2.2k >>> event masterlist:

he’ll never forget the day you told him you were pregnant. it was something he had considered impossible, to the point he never bothered wearing a condom or cumming anywhere but inside you. seeing you pregnant only made sure those things wouldn’t change. you were already so perfect to him that it was almost unnerving, even all these years of marriage in. he fell in love with you the moment he met you back in shibuya, but somehow you had become even more beautiful to him.

he was obsessed, almost to the point of embarrassment, if choso understood the concept in regards to his love for his wife. but he wasn’t shy about being yours. it was all so new to him, the idea of fatherhood, viewing you as a mother, watching you change before his very eyes and all the long doctors appointments. he loves it though, oddly enough. especially the notion of being a dad and watching your body and mindset shift and grow.

choso can tend to be clueless due to his rather unconventional navigation of life, but ever since he learned how to work a cell phone, the internet has been his very best friend. unfortunately, yuji can give some very…troublesome advice. choso thinks it’s a miracle he’s still alive at times. so google can help in ways his earnest younger brother cannot, giving him multiple opinions and sources on what to do and how to do it. he spends hours of his time researching how to care for you; wanting to know if it was normal to be this attracted to you while you were all moody and pouty with just the start of roundness at the bottom of your belly—the jury was still out on that one, by the way.

one thing that was normal was your increased need for him, not like he was complaining. he loved this side effect the most, able to satiate his perverse desire to keep stuffing his already pregnant wife full, relishing in how eager and frankly nasty you had gotten. you were damn near insatiable, and choso thought he was in heaven for it. all through your first and second trimesters, you couldn’t get enough of him—and the feeling was mutual. as you grew larger and the house became cluttered with baby shower gifts and preparations for baby kamo, he continued to clock hours towards his family. he read article after article on parenting, actively assembling the nursery and searching up names with you. he was beyond joyful, still unable to believe that you were growing his son or daughter within that gorgeous body of yours, your breasts had started to swell and your hips had begun to spread. he loved every second of this: your neediness, everything about how you look while making him a father, and the way his friends circled around him and became such a supportive family.

his thoughts bordered on crazy, a haunting desire to keep you like this all the time, lounging around the house in your pretty maternity dresses doing nothing but being waited on hand and foot; relaxing while stroking your swelling stomach. it’s what suited you best, he thinks—stretched out along the couch basking in the rays of the sun beating in through the living room window, snacking on a fruit board he made you and baby. he’s nearly foaming at the mouth, your long robe-style dress clinging to all the delicious curves of your body; the light cotton seemed to outline your heavy boobs, tight around your semi-hardened nipples. it hugged your six-and-a-half-month sized bump, your other hand resting there protectively. choso was stuck in the moment, trying to commit every detail of you to memory. he almost didn’t hear your chortle of disbelief.

“you said what, now, babe?” you whip your head towards him, heart fluttering violently at what he uttered— you needed him to say it again. it was easy to grow addicted to your husband, building his spawn had you needier than ever. even the smell of him had you going absolutely feral level insane even though this pregnancy had been the highlight of your life so far. you thought your clinginess and desire was driving him to his own insanity, figuring he must hate tending to you and your attitude as of late. you must have just heard him incorrectly.

“huh?” he blinked, violet eyes refocusing on your plush lips speaking to him. “what did i say?” he asks, just as confused as you are. his cheeks darken anyways, as if you caught him doing something naughty, which only makes you believe your ears were in fact not deceiving you.

“you said you should keep me like this all time.” you chuckle, full on tilting your head towards him from your spot on the sofa. he averts his gaze as soon as you meet him, and you let out a teasing fake gasp. “my husband wants to keep me barefoot and pregnant, huh? you know that’s pretty outdated…”

he shakes his head, embarrassed immediately. great, now you thought he was some sick perv, which isn’t completely off base, he guessed, but still! it wasn’t like that, he didn’t view you like some machine built only to churn out his kids and cook him dinner!

“n-no! i mean—you look great like this, b—”

“i’m just fucking around, love. i thought it was sexy.” you grin, throwing a wink his way. he clicks his tongue at you and huffs at the teasing, even though he’s definitely intrigued by the latter half of your sentence. you arch your brow, waiting for him to ask for clarification. you could see him fighting it in his head before your very eyes. the scrunch of his nose tells you that you’ve won.

“yeah? what’s that supposed to mean?” he says from his spot in the recliner nearby, always opting to be close to you. you smile knowingly at him, humming in thought mostly for the dramatics.

“mayhaps i enjoy the idea of you keeping me pregnant…especially if i get spoiled like this every time.” you giggle, shrugging a little bit. “maybe i’ll feel differently after i actually have this one.” you pat your tummy affectionately, and he thinks he may be drooling. you always play so coy, but he can see the way you rub your thighs together and the clouds that darken in your sunshiney eyes. he may be regularly clueless, but the one thing he knows all too well is your body.

“hm, i think it’s because you’re a sex-crazed maniac now and know pregnancy gets you off the hook.” he deadpans, though his heart is beating rapidly in his chest and in his cock. you call his bluff, rolling your eyes viciously.

“isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black.” you huff, spreading your legs out on the couch in a silent command. he smirks, not at all caring that you caught him. he nods a bit, holding his hands up.

“got me. i just didn’t know how much i would love this.” he says, the husk in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. your thighs press together when he obeys your body language, rising from his seat and making his way to the couch. he sits at your feet of course, smiling so sweetly. his warm hands gently pry your knees apart, and you wonder if he knows just how seductive the look he gives you is. his chin is angled down, hooded purple eyes singing a siren song that makes your legs fall apart again and your fingers pull at the tie keeping your dress together. he growls at the sight of your exposed body, his hands rubbing trails from your knees to your hips and down your thighs again. “you’re so perfect…can you blame me?”

you roll your eyes but wear a stupid grin at his praise, shaking your head to his question. you knew better than to be insecure over your changing body, especially with all the extra attention it’s garnered you. truth be told, you had never felt more beautiful, the life growing inside you breathing new life into your own appearance, and your husband never missed an opportunity to make you feel like a goddess amongst mortals. he would never dream of making you uncomfortable or asking you to accommodate him, so he folds himself into the space he has so that his face hovers above your shiny middle. his breath alone makes you moan, a hand flying up to cover your embarrassment. you always react like you’ve never been touched before and choso loves it almost as much as the sight of your round stomach and even rounder mounds above. he brings his thumb over you, wanting to watch you as he draws slow circles over your hardened clit. he hums, a little smile on his face as you jerk and squirm. your hips buck into his mouth instantly with cute whines slipping past your lips as your hands struggle to reach for his collarbone length black hair. he leans up a bit to help you, just the feeling of his rough thumb pad against your need turned you into a mess within seconds.

“nngh–oh choso, feels so–mmph good already.” you gasp, hands dropping to fondle your aching breasts. he nods and sits up to spit a warm and fat glob on your cunt, his thick thumb dragging it all over your spasming need. the lewdness of his action coupled with the nonchalant way he watches, tongue poking around your hole like nothing ever happened, has your brain spinning without much effort. your hips drive into the relief he offers, chasing your orgasm like you’d never before experienced one—despite the clear proof otherwise. he allows it, never in his life would he keep you from feeling good. he’s honored to be the one who causes those pretty sounds to fill the room, to be the father of the child making your beauty so ethereal, to be the man tongue deep in your perfect pussy. “gonna–ohhhh–”

your sweet release coats his tongue, his thumb still working you down slowly so he could relish in the face you make from sheer pleasure. he sits back up, a little more comfortable on his knees as he leans over you to give you a sloppy kiss filled with your own essence. he’s had to be much more careful since you’re getting bigger, but he doesn’t mind making sweet love to his beautiful baby mama. you wrap your arms around his neck, keeping his mouth against you while his hands are busy freeing himself from his sweatpants. you gasp into his mouth when you feel his length parting your folds and prodding at your hole. he only nibbles at your lip to tell you that he’ll be gentle, sheathing himself within your wet warmth slowly. you tense around him and relax, sighing happily at the feeling of him rocking into you at a tender pace. he moves his kisses to the sides of your cheeks, your jaw, picking up his speed until he has to sit back up properly to angle himself right.

“more, you’re not gonna break me daddy.” you pant, hand braced on the ridges of his defined abs. he sighs begrudgingly, only because he’d been repressing the same urge ever since you welcomed him inside. he relents, lifting one of your legs to rest against his hip before driving into you a bit harder. you moan wildly and nod, nearly screaming. “god—just like that.”

“anything for you mama, s’cute you need it hard, such a good girl letting me get a little rough.” he grunts, squeezing the hold he has on your thigh. you feel so different, still so tight and warm but with a different kind of wetness. he’s a mess too, championing himself with that nickname you bestowed upon him. his strokes are so well-timed, letting you feel every drag of his cock against you, the tip of him nailing the spot you need him most. “so perfect. you gonna let me keep this pretty hole bred?”

you nod, the words sending you close to your tipping point. you shake your head, too gone to speak to let him know that you were going to cum. you don’t have to tell him though, he can tell from the intense fluttering of your sloppy cunt, and he’s happy to have lasted this long trapped in your clutches. you’re slapping at his stomach, legs shaking around him as you scream again, the sound so primal it sends goosebumps prickling along his skin right before he’s stuffing you full as if you weren’t already carrying his seed. you squeeze down on him, making sure he empties his balls in you. he stays there until he goes soft, and then he slumps against the side of the couch. your giggles make him perk up, his violet eyes cutting over to see you crawling towards him with a mischievous glint to your eyes. he knows he’s right when you swing your leg over his lap, angling him back inside you.

“don’t worry—just wanna sit on it.” you titter, wrapping your arms around his neck again, pressing your body as close as you could for a hug. he twitches from sensitivity as you lower yourself back over him, but a smile spreads across his face all the same.

“how many kids can i give you, mama?” he groans in your ear as his arms tighten around your waist securely.

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fancyfeathers · 3 months

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The Old Therebefore

(Yandere Wriothesley songfic)

connected to my Yandere Neuvillette & Wriothesley series- Yandere Neuvillette & Wriothesly’s darling thoughts, Nothing You Can Take From Me Was Worth Keeping , I’m Bad But Then Your No Prize Either , post story headcannons, Pankration ring rules, Heartbreaking comparisons, Wriothesley’s darling escaping, Encountering his escaped darling, Wriothesley getting hurt by his darling, Neuvillette’s darling escaping, The Birth of the End

TW- This does have hinted at topics of suicidal thoughts towards the end so read with caution

You're headed for heaven, the sweet old hereafter

And I've got one foot in the door

Everyone knows of the Duke of Meropides’s darling, but next to no one actually knows her. The last time anyone saw her was a number of years ago when she just returned to Fontaine, when she was playing in a traveling band. After a small show in the Court of Fontaine they were arrested on the grounds of entering the city without proper documentation, but that was the last time anyone saw her. Well that is until a number of months later where she was seen at the Duke’s side when he was going to a meeting with the Iudex of Fontaine and there she was, at his side, and with child.

But before I can fly up, I've loose ends to tie up

Right here, in the old there-before

Gossip spread through Fontaine like wildfire, but none of it was true. One of them knew what happened to her before all that, long before all that. No one knew how a number of years ago how she was arrested under charges that seemed to be kept from the public eyes. No one knew about her private trial, no there was no jury, only her, the Iudex, her defense, and the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale. No one knows how she was found guilty of a crime she didn’t commit. No one knows how her friend broke her out of the containment facility before she was transferred to the fortress. No one knows about all those months on the run she spent before they were caught. No one knows about the years she spent in captivity in the fortress, kept away from all the world. No one knows that she ran agin, but inevitably had her wings clipped again.

And I'll be along when I've finished my song

When I've shut down the band

When I've played out my hand

When I've paid all my debts

What people know is what is printed in the papers, a beautiful couple who had only been spotted, no actual formal public appearances. The rumors spread about how the Duke’s darling hated public appearances, wanting a break after her music career (if you could call it that). Then there was also the talk of where they live because certainly she would not live at the fortress when with child.

When I have no regrets

Right here, in the old there-before

When nothing is left anymore

Well that much was true, she did not live at the fortress, anymore. A number of months in her pregnancy she was moved to the countryside of Fontaine, in a small cottage. Then by the time she gave birth to their baby girl, Wriothesley would never leave her side. That’s why he had the meeting with Iudex, to help prepare for time off for his child’s birth.

And I'll catch you up

When I've emptied my cup

When I've worn-out my friends

When I've burned out both ends

In those first few weeks he spent at home, with his darling and daughter, helping make sure his daughter is healthy and darling is recovered from the birth. After those first few weeks or months, he returns to work at the fortress during the days. His darling, since she still had a baby to look after was still tied down, she would not be able to escape with their daughter. She was so cut off from the outside world despite not being trapped under the sea level.

When I've cried all my tears

When I've conquered my fears

Right here, in the old there-before

When nothing is left anymore

Years passed and their baby grew into a little girl, no older than six or seven. The darling watched as her freedom and life slipped by. Sure she was not bound by locked iron doors and metal chains, but now she was bound by child and wedding band. Now the only semblance of freedom she had were the days Wriothesley took them to the city, her daughter saw these as fun family days but the darling was only able to see it as the world that was take from her, but a world that praised the relationship she was in. So now she would much rather spend her days back at the cottage, because then she could lay down in the grass with peace and quiet, no little comments from conversations of people they passed, no clicking of cameras of reporters who spotted them. She was able to be alone with her thoughts, and that’s was as much freedom she got.

And I'll bring the news

When I've danced off my shoes

When my body's closed down

It was the best when her daughter was napping, put into bed. This was her time to be, she could go outside, sitting in the field of grass that acted as her prison, and just be. She used to play music for an audience, now she only sung for herself. Sometimes she like to sing, but sometimes she hated it, both for the same reason, it reminds her of the life she had and lost.

When I've tallied the score

And I'm flat on the floor

Right here, in the old there-before

When nothing is left anymore

But then this moment of peace was almost always ruined by a reminder of her captivity, normally this would be her daughter waking up from her nap and coming outside to listen to her mother sing. But every once and awhile this would be ruined by a muscular hand coming to brush the hair out of her face and a kiss to her cheek, a reminder that her captor still exists.

When I'm pure like a dove

When I've learned how to love

He would call her songbird sometimes, especially in front of their daughter to get silly reactions out of her. But underneath the smile the darling forced, she hated it all, the attention from the jailbird. Sometimes she wished that when she laid down in the grass and closed her eyes that she wouldn’t wake up again.

Right here, in the old there-before

When nothing is left anymore

#yandere genshin #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere wriothesley x reader #yandere wriothesley

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rius-cave · 24 days

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In most murder cases, if that is what Adam is charged with, he would have a trail by jury to see if they find him guilty.

Unless the prosecution wants to give him a plea deal for confessing to the crime (Say instead of being charged with 2nd degree murder it's knocked down to manslaughter for 10 years instead of 20)

Some trials are done solely by a judge but most are done by a jury. It can take years alone to go to trail and the actual days in court can take months.

So even before Adam is fully sentenced, he could be in prison at minimum a little over a year just for holding.

Hope this helps!

Oh! Interesting! Well that would certainly be a way of getting him in there and then quickly out! Hmmmm, could a year be enough to redeem this specific version of Adam...? Maybe, maybe not, I think he would need more time.

That'd be interesting. Imagine he's been in prison for a year, MAYBE starting to show signs of being better, but then he gets called in for his verdict, and he's so sure that he's going to be out of there that he does something completely stupid towards Lucifer, basically fucking up his entire process, mocking Lucifer and the rest of the inmates as well. But then, obviously, he is found guilty, and Adam has to go back there to an awaiting and angry Lucifer.

Lucifer is livid, and oh boy, he gets punished.... Hard.

This would probably be Adam's lowest point in this entire AU. Lucifer is still mad at him, but he actually starts feeling bad for him now that's definitely been sentenced. It's amidst this emotional turmoil that Adam finally, FINALLY, opens up to Lucifer, just out of sheer desperation. He tells him about his past, his childhood, his kids, the shitty life he had up until he became a cop... And then Lucifer in turn talks to him about how he got in there as well, the things he had to do to protect his daughter, the things some of the others went through that landed them in jail (Angel, Husk, Pentious, etc). Adam finally starts understanding that, just like him... Maybe not everyone in there is as bad as he made them out to be, maybe they really did not deserve to be there....

This is how Adam starts improving for real.

#something something it gets worse before it gets better #hazbin hotel #adamsapple #ask #prison au

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aspoonofsugar · 2 months

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What do you think about You Don't Know and other Hazbin Hotel songs?

Hi!

I love the songs in Hazbin Hotel and You Didn't Know is an absolute banger!

It is also one of my favourite songs when it comes to symbolism and themes. So here it comes a short analysis.

You Didn't Know explores the themes of ignorance, knowledge and questioning, as it is introduced by this exchange:

Charlie: Wait… none of you know what gets someone into Heaven? Sera: This questioning stops now. We know when a soul arrives, we know when they pass divine judgment, it is our job to ensure these souls are safe.

The angels have no idea why a soul is considered worthy of Heaven, which angers Charlie. Still, Sera insists it is not their place to know and that they simply must accept divine judgement. However, this idea is questioned by both Emily and Charlie:

Emily: But she was right, Sera She showed us a soul can improve He saw the light, Sera Checked all the boxes that you said would Prove a person deserves a second chance Now we turn our backs, no second glance?

Charlie: It's not fair, Sera Vaggie: Careful, Charlie, keep a cool head Charlie: No! Don't you care, Sera? That just because someone is dead It doesn't mean they can't resolve to change their ways Turn the page Escape infernal blaze

The two princesses point out how unfair the current system is and put some pressure on the angels. However, they too are still naive, which is why they get called out themselves.

By Sera:

Sera: It's not as simple as you think Not everything is spelled in ink

Sera: I 'm sure you wish it could be so But there's a lot that you don't know

And by Adam:

Adam: Gotta say, I can't wait to Come down and exterminate you! Emily:What are you saying? Let me get this straight You go down there and kill those poor souls? Charlie: You didn't know?

Adam: Don't you act all high and mighty Did you ever think your little girlfriend might be a liar? Vaggie: Don't, Adam, please! Adam: What's the fuss? Why hide the fact that you're an angel Just like us?

Emily and Charlie are ignorant when it comes to their loved ones. Specifically, they ignore the role of both Sera and Vaggie in the exterminations. They don't know Sera and Vaggie's shadows:

Still, this song has the characters' secrets come out, so that they can be dealt with. In future episodes we see Hell and Charlie do so, whereas Heaven and Sera refuse to. This is why season 1 ends with Hell's victory.

Still, why does Sera refuse to accept the truth? What is it that scares her so much?

Sera: They were uprising, Emily. It is my position as the head Seraphim to protect our people at all costs.

Sera fears the order might break, which could result in her loved ones suffering. In this sense, she is similar to Carmilla:

But if anyone knew, then all of Hell would rise to war And who's to say who'd survive the fray? I might lose the ones that I was killing for

That said, even if it is only temporary, Heaven's order is indeed lost throughout the song. This is shown by two visual motifs:

The metaphorical use of heights

The use of colors, especially blue and red

WHO HAS THE MORAL HIGH GROUND?

The seating in the courtroom is organized, so that it mirrors the characters' perceived morality:

Sera and Emily, as Seraphims and judges are at the very top

The other high ranking angels are the jury, so they are just below the two seraphims

Adam, Lute, Charlie and Vaggie are the two parts debating, so they are below the judges and the jury. Still, they are not on the same level. Adam and Lute are above Charlie and Vaggie.

This arrangement shows that Sera has no intention to be a fair judge, as she has already decided the Exorcist Adam has the moral high ground on the Princess of Hell. He is an angel and she is a demon. He is the first virtuous soul and she is Lucifer's daughter. He embodies the status quo, while she is trying to change it. So, Sera has already decided to favor Adam over Charlie. In other words, the moral high ground highlights not morality, but the influence Heaven has over Hell. It is nothing more, but the embodyment of their power dynamic.

Despite this, as the song starts things change in multiple ways:

1- Emily steps down

Emily empathizes with Charlie and gets down off the pedestal Sera has built for her. She is still above Charlie and Adam, but she invites the other angels to show mercy, to be just. This is because Emily strongly believes Heaven is a place where virtue and morality reign.

2- Adam and Lute look down on Charlie

Adam and Lute make their case and claim Hell is forever:

Adam and Lute: Did you forget that "Hell is forever"?

As they sing this part, they stand on the magical orb and look down on Charlie. They have the upper hand and judge her and the other demons as creatures inferior to angels. At this point, though, Adam flies down to threathen Charlie:

By doing so, he reveals the existence of the exterminations and shows that he himself is no different from a demon. So, Adam and Charlie are on equal footing.

3 - Emily reaches Charlie

The reveal of the Exterminations shocks Emily, who reaches the floor to better look at the destruction Heaven is causing. Her idealistic vision of Heaven gets shattered, so she is forced to re-evaluate the system and the current order. She stops positioning herself as higher than Charlie and goes down to better see things from her perspective.

4 - Sera flies down

Sera panics and hurries to Emily to convince her that what she has done is for the greater good. She is forced to step down and to confront the younger Seraphim on the floor:

Sera: You have to listen It was such a hard decision I wanted to save you, the anguish it takes to Do what was required

Still, Emily refuses Sera's explanation and calls her out:

Emily: To think that I admired you Well, I don't need your condescension I'm not a child to protect Was talk of virtue just pretension? Was I too naïve to expect you To heed the morals you're purveying?

As she does, she flies higher than Sera because she is showing more morality than her mentor:

5- Charlie and Emily gain the moral high ground

As Charlie and Emily sing together in anger and frustration, they jump on the magical orb. Their pose mirrors Adam and Lute's one, but their point is the thematical opposite:

Charlie and Emily: If Hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie!

Adam and Lute claim "hell is forever", whereas Charlie and Emily answer that "if hell is forever, then heaven must be a lie". Not only that, but they say it looking down on Sera, who is supposedly the higher ranking angel and the judge.

Charlie starts the questioning at the very bottom, but in the climax she gains the upper hand. Sera should be at the very top, but in the end she is reduced to look up to the two girls from the floor.

The questioning starts as a farce and a demonstration of political power. However, Charlie's determination and Emily's sense of justice make it the real deal. Hypocrisy disappears and the truth becomes visible to everybody. Even if just for a moment.

6- Sera takes back control

Sera uses Adam's reveal about Vaggie to re-assert order over the courtroom. She and Emily fly back to their seats and Sera is free to be the judge again. Her final decision is the one she was determined to make in the beginning:

Sera: I'm sorry… but this court finds that there is no evidence souls in Hell can be redeemed.

Sera refuses Charlie and Emily's pleas and goes back to the pre-established order.

RED DEVIL AND BLUE ANGEL

Charlie and Emily unmasking the truth about Heaven and Hell is highlighted also by the way red and blue are used throughout the song. In general, Hell and Heaven are color-coded. Hell is red and Heaven is blue. For example, Charlie and Vaggie wear red, whereas St Peter, Sera and Emily wear blue:

Not only that, but Sera and Emily's wings have blue details and shades. Lucifer is a Seraphim too, but his wings are red inside, as he is the titular devil:

That said, You Didn't Know breaks this color scheme to show how angels like Adam, Lute and Sera are behaving like devils. This clip of Sera makes it clear:

Hell's flames are mirrored in her eyes and make her look scary, when she is trying to be reassuring. A stark contrast with the blue and gold idealized imagery Emily has of her:

By the moment Charlie and Emily state their powerful come-back the colors are basically mixed. Just like the Princess of Hell (red) and the Youngest Seraphim (blue) stand together and share the same moral vision:

Charlie and Emily: If angels can do whatever, and remain in the sky The rules are shades of gray when you don't do as you say When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again

Hell and Heaven are not red (black) and white (blue), but have shades (of gray). Just as Charlie and Emily sing this, the world around them changes to prove them right.

The two girls break the system and show clearly that:

Charlie is the one pursuing morality, as she is trying to protect people

Good and Evil are not so easily defined, as the angels behave like demons and demons show positive traits and virtues

Unluckily, this isn't enough to change things, as Heaven is stuck in their own rules:

Lucifer: Hohooo boy, Heaven, is not exactly as carefree as you might think. Yeah, they have rules, lots of rules, and they aren't very open minded as you'd hope.

A QUESTION TO BE POSED

The debate between Charlie and Adam is about the possibility or not to redeem souls in Hell. Deep down, though, it is really about something much more basic. Is it alright to question things? Every character has their own viewpoint on the matter:

Charlie: Well, if you know so much, what do you think it takes to get into Heaven?

Adam: Uhhh… well, uh… then why isn't he here then? Hm? Emily: Yeah, why isn't he here?

Lute and Adam: There's no question to be posed He's unholy, case closed

Charlie and Emily are genuinelly asking questions. They wanna know why some spirits end up in Heaven and why others do not. Adam and Lute, instead refuse to investigate things. Adam's question isn't real and it is just rhetoric used to prove a point. Lute directly states there is nothing to question. Charlie and Emily embody the theme, whereas Adam and Lute represent the anti-theme.

What about Sera? She is the negation of the negation, which is a thematic stance worse than the anti-theme. Charlie and Emily are ignorant, but want to know. Adam and Lute are in the dark, but they don't care to know.

Sera's sin isn't ignorance, though. It is knowledge:

Emily: Sera, tell me that you didn't know Sera: I thought, since I'm older It's my load to shoulder Emily: No!

She knows about the exterminations and she knows the system isn't fair. Still, she refuses to question it. Not only that, but she prohibits others to ask questions:

Sera: Please…. if you start to question… you could end up like Lucifer. FALLEN.

She is the judge of a questioning, but doesn't allow questions. This shows how hypocritical the whole situation is. How can there be a questioning, when one can't ask questions? And if asking questions is prohibited, then the final answer will never change:

Lucifer: Heaven never listens! They didn't listen to me, they won't listen to you!

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nikkicafeina · 1 year

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I'm confused as to why it some find it hard to believe or never consider that Kiriona could genuinely be on John's side.

Sure, John's kind of a silly asshole but almost everyone Gideon has ever met has been an asshole. All of the major players of her childhood straight up tried to murder her (Harrow, the Reverent Parents, the gross aunts, Crux, Mortus) or were chill with people trying to murder her (Aiglamene, Ortus, Glaurica). The only nice people she's ever met died within a couple of days of her meeting them, courtesy of the only woman to ever show interest in her (she was lying about it). Even the sixth weren't particularly friendly with her, there was a lot going on and then Pal froze her body so she could witness him literally self destruct. She thinks Harrow might hold non-murder feelings for her for like, two seconds before finding out she doesn't want her either. And then she finds out her mom (the mom she spent her entire awful, mortally dangerous childhood daydreaming about to cope) also didn't want her! Gideon was gestated explicitly to die, to be thrown away, to be a bomb. The Gideon Wake died thinking about was never Gideon Nav, it was Gideon Pyrrha. Wake never even named her.

So, yeah, sure, John's an asshole but he's an asshole who treats Kiriona like she's worth something. Jury's out on what the hell is up with her body, her soul, and her depression, but still. He makes her a prince, he gives her real authority and power, he claims her as his daughter. He acknowledges her talents and makes plans with her for the future. He gives her his name to make her own.

Nobody ever wanted Gideon Nav alive. Why wouldn't she willingly kick it as Kiriona Gaia in death?

#I have a lot of feelings about Kiri as Wake's unwanted daughter #Wake's resentment towards gestating her hits hard #tlt speculation #the locked tomb #tlt #nona spoilers #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #nona the ninth spoilers

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the-great-knight-gay · 6 months

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Character Analysis: The Seven (Riordanverse)

Each of the seven have issues:

Percy is suicidal as in most of his POVs there is a large lack of regard for his life, multiple times stating he believes people will be better off without him and even stating he wanted to drown in TLF and SoM. On top of that... Physically abused as a kid. C'mon we all remember and hate Gabe. I hate how his entire character was literally forgotten about, despite the fact that an abusive parent should stick with a kid for quite some time.

Here's my headcanon for that. It wasn't forgotten, just not acknowledged. We all remember in the earlier books Percy was pretty much apologizing for doing anything right. That's a trait instilled in people who are used to getting abuse for doing anything. I could just be reading into it too much, and I probably am, but it's the only thing that reassures me that this wasn't forgotten about.

In fact I don't think Rick really understood the implications of what Gabe's actions would have done to Percy as he stated that in the upcoming show Timm Sharp's performance as Gabe had everyone laughing and I think that's the only thing I am slightly apprehensive about in the show.

His lack of self-worth is honestly probably a result of Gabe and I feel so angry that it was never touched.

Annabeth has abandonment issues as nearly everyone she has ever loved has left her at some point. Her mother disowned her after TLH, her father chose her mortal family over her and ignored her as she grew up, Luke betrayed her and Thalia joined the Hunters. There was even that time when Chiron was going to leave for good in SoM. That was why she was so threatened by Rachel. Because she was taking away the one good person left who stood by her.

Yes I just ignored Grover. I realize that.

Jason suffers from image issues as he was put on a pedestal from day one, even as a child just because his daddy was a king. He does NOT get enough credit my man suffered as a kid. This was probably one of the only ones where Rick actually tried to address the problem and eventually he found his calling and grew past that. Then Trials of Apollo came along. *Ugly sobbing intensifies*

Piper suffers from neglect from her father who didn't have enough time to spend with her and from her mother leaving. Even when her mother was there in Charleston, she paid much more attention to Hazel and Annabeth than she did to her own daughter.

Leo... Where to start? The kid was homeless and slept in sewers. That on its own is just sad but even more, he believed he was the reason his mom was dead. He was shunned by his own flesh and blood and was forced to retreat behind the comfort of his machines and even then, Festus was brutally taken away by those lasers. Rick really just pulled out the most brutal, sad backstory for this kid ever.

Frank is one of the less traumatized ones but still, a dead mother and having to watch his home burn down with his grandmother inside? Not good.

Hazel... Pulled out of time into unfamiliar circumstances. Having to deal with the knowledge that her childhood friend moved away, thinking that it was his fault that Hazel left (Sammy and the diamond). Having to deal with the knowledge that she was part of the reason one of the giants had risen. Forcibly exiling herself from Elysium into Asphodel just so her mom wouldn't suffer. And speaking of her mom... Maria Levesque's treatment of Hazel, acting as if she were a curse and not a living child, making her sympathize with the Minotaur of all creature, would leave lasting scars on all of them.

The most consolation I can get for this is that it looks like most of them have managed to move past all of this. Jury is still out on Annabeth and Percy as I have not read CotG yet but I'm hopeful.

Except Jason. They just had to completely overhaul him by ripping away the relationship he had with Piper, which didn't need to happen, right before he died.

My reason for not liking the Jasiper break up is the fact that, the argument that they were forced into the relationship happened at the wrong time. This was after they had done a fresh start of the end of BoO. Anytime before that I can understand, but at that point? There was no reason. Then they just had to kill my boy. RICK I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS IF THIS HAPPENS TO ANYONE IN THE WRATH OF THE TRIPLE GODDESS AND WHATEVER THE FINAL BOOK OF THIS NEW TRILOGY IS I WILL FIND YOU!

Apologies I get a bit worked up sometimes.

DON'T KILL GROVER

It's a bad habit.

PERCABETH BETTER NOT FACE ANY RELATIONSHIP PROBLEMS THEY ARE PERFECT DON'T RUIN IT!

Anyways, Knight out!

Go check out my Ao3 and Wattpad

No Riordanverse fics yet as I am still focusing on my Pokémon OC story but just you wait! It's coming!

#annabeth chase #percabeth #percy jackson #rick riordan #percy jackon and the olympians #percy pjo #jason grace #leo valdez #hazel levesque #frank zhang #piper mclean #jasper #jasiper #frazel #trauma #dark themes

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 3760 (chapter 48)

'screw valentine's day, i want what they have'

but anyway, you're welcome ☺ thoughts, comments are always appreciated <3

48. this might've been just a dream, right?

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He says again, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Robert? What are you doing here?" You manage to say, feeling as if your whole body has gone numb. The kitchen almost starts spinning, and you feel your blood begin to boil.

"I invited Rob, he's a part of the family." Your father says, leaving Matt alone, and comes to stand next to Robert in the kitchen. Rob. Fucking Rob. Now it was only you against them both. Exactly the way it always has been.

"Aren't you going to introduce us, y/n?" Robert asks, eyes targeting Matt, his voice as sweet as honey. You're not gonna get the authority in this house, and he knows it all too well.

"Yeah, that's Matthew Murdock. My boss." You smile wickedly, watching everyone's eyes widen. "Murdock as in Nelson and Murdock attorneys office."

Matt tries to read the room, waiting for somebody to snap, but Robert only shakes his hand, obviously swallowing some other words.

"Your boss? Y/n, what-" your mother begins, but a single glare from your dad is enough to shut her up. The atmosphere changes immediately, and Matt feels like an outsider, as if he himself was sitting as a spectator in a courtroom, a mere watcher with no real influence on the Jury's final decision.

"I'm sorry, mind if I have a few words with my daughter?" Your father says, walking out of the kitchen, sparing all the pleasantries. He doesn't need to turn back and wait for you because he knows you'll follow.

"Excuse me." You mutter, walking past Matt. He asks for someone to show a way to the bathroom, so he could listen to you and your father talk without completely blanking out in front of others. It was unfair, cheating, using his powers for not a great cause, but he just couldn't be left out in a new environment. Not when it was you and him against the world.

"What? What boss? Mind explaining something to your father?" Harold closes the doors of his bedroom, not shouting or smashing things. But this calmness was always scarier than anger.

"What's there to explain? I work elsewhere now." You sit on the bed, unfazed.

"How long?"

"Two months or so."

"Why?" Yeah, this was the spitting image of a police interrogation.

"I got tired of kissing asses, especially Benowitz's." You simply shrug, holding strong eye contact.

"You had the world under your feet there and left for what? What does he even pay you?" Apparently one look was enough to crack Matt's character and social status.

"Not nearly enough, but I don't really care about money." A steady heartbeat.

"If you think that leaving Benowitz was a great idea, you're very wrong, kid. He's gonna crush that office of yours like a boot crushes an ant." Harold's voice was still unbelievably calm. Matt sits on the closed toilet seat to listen better. "What went wrong? You liked working there."

"He wanted me to give a false statement to the Jury. I refused."

"That's it?"

"Yes." Your heart skips a beat; but you don't desire explaining every 'silly' thing that lead to your resignation. Not now.

He scoffs and a thunder-like laugh leaves his chest. "Honey, if you think that everyone who works as a lawyer is a saint, then you still don't know shit about the world."

"If you thought I was gonna let a guilty party walk freely among everyone else, then you're..." Insane. Stupid. "Wrong."

"But it's not that, is it?"

Matt stiffens, trying to locate your heartbeat again.

"It's... Love, right?" Harold asks again, noticing your pink cheeks. He could always read you like an open book. "Oh, what have I told you after the last time?" A heavy sigh escapes him.

You break the eye contact with him, looking at your feet. The mattress next to you dips, and your face is pulled into your dad's chest. "I know. But it's different. It won't be like the last time." You whisper, your shoulders rigid and unable to release the tension.

"I want to believe it. But I have a feeling that this time it will be worse."

"No, I promise."

"You don't have to promise me anything. Promise to yourself." He rubs your shoulder with the free hand, thinking over his next words. "Listen, I know that it never worked out with Robert... Although I really wish it did. But I'm not gonna press you this time."

"Who are you and what did you do to my father?" You pull away to look him in the eyes and he wipes the tears from your face.

"I want what's best for my only daughter."

Matt furrows his eyebrows. So many questions and no answers. He understood that the past is better left behind, but not knowing a lot about you was frustrating.

***

The dinner was nice. Apart from the occasional glares thrown at you and Matt from one of the three. You sat next to Matt, who was seated right across Robert, next to your father, facing you, and your mother by his side. Robert was acting like a real man should - he listened, asked questions, commented something on the game that was shown on TV; to a mere watcher, it would've looked like Robert and Matt got along just perfectly. But the tension was hanging thickly around them, as you suspected it would.

Your father was mostly silent, but when he talked, he only asked questions. Questions you didn't particularly enjoy. When you told him about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, now crowned as Daredevil, about how the whole gang of Nelson and Murdock put the city's biggest criminal behind the bars and accidentally let it slip that you've been poisoned, your father almost choked on the apple pie. Of course, the lecture about being more cautious was inevitable, even in front of a guest, but when Matt placed his warm hand on your knee for reassurance, you felt grateful to have him here with you.

"Do you agree with this devil, Matthew?" Your mother asks, pouring herself a glass of water. You notice her hands slightly shaking. Obviously, no mother wants to hear about their child getting hurt; not even when that child is a 30-year-old lawyer.

"As a lawyer - no." Matt's voice is firm, he doesn't stutter like he did when Karen asked his opinion about the vigilante for the first time, although it wasn't nice to lie about himself. "As a citizen, a blind one too, I think he's doing a lot more good than wrong. I mean, he has saved y/n, and our secretary, more than once."

"By disobeying and breaking multiple rules." Robert speaks from behind a cup, sending you 'is this guy serious' look.

"Well, you can't have something good without a bit of bad." Matt responds, and you bite away a grin, giving Robert a glare back.

"Sounds a lot like church teaching."

"Well, I am catholic." Matt answers to Robert.

"So as a catholic, you believe in his doings?" Your mother asks again. The question hangs in the air for a while, accompanied by the sound of intense commentating on TV.

"Please, let's not involve religion at this table." You groan slightly.

"No, I wanna hear his opinion." You look at Robert threateningly, but he avoids your eyes.

"Yeah, I mean... He's not killing people... From what I've heard. Just... Beats them up and gives them to police."

"So what you're saying..." your father clears his throat, "is that police are not capable of dealing with the criminals... and they need another criminal to help them?"

Ah, the police way of talking. You knew this was coming sooner or later. Maybe bringing Matt here was a mistake.

"I usually don't doubt honest work of police officers but-"

"Fisk had at least half of the precinct paid off. I saw FBI arresting them." You help Matt, suddenly feeling the need to defend him from your family's sharp words. You two against the whole world.

"All the good men then left, I see." Harold clears his throat again, this time more embarrassed than confident, "when I was Chief Officer, anyone who was bribed was kicked out of the force... by me. Personally. I guess a lot has changed, in almost ten years."

"Why did you leave the force?" Matt risks a lot with this question, and suddenly everyone at the table tense. You gulp loudly beside Matt, panic evident in your eyes when they meet your father's tired ones. Your mother focuses on the glass of water in her hand, not making eye contact with anyone. Robert notices your eyebrow slightly twitching when you look at Camilla, something about your face now was different; you looked paler, more tired, as if these were your last moments on Earth. He knew some of it, the story, the real reason, but after the time when he asked for more details and was met with your furious father, he didn't dare to look for more details anymore. What he knew, was half of the truth, and frankly, it was enough for him. It was the same for your mother, yet she learned to be humble and silent about it.

The question hangs heavily in the air, until your father replies, "Uh, just encountered some personal... Health problems."

He's lying. Too obvious for someone who previously worked in the force. Harold's heartbeat is all over the place, loudly pounding in Matt's ears. As is yours. Something about this was not right, suspicious.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Matt sends a small apologetic smile towards your dad, his hand finding your knee under the table again. You almost flinch, but then quickly cover it up with a cough. Your skin somehow feels both hot and cold at the same time, and Matt feels the sudden tensing of your body. "If you were still a captain, none of that mess with Fisk would've ever happened."

"Don't be so sure, Matthew." Harold's voice is low, with a note of regret, "from what I've heard now, he's worked hard in the shadows to lure powerful people and built his empire from scratch. A man like this is very dangerous and hard to capture."

"But not impossible." Matt strives to bring positivity back on the table, but this appears to be impossible.

"Matthew, take no offense, but you're too catholic for your own good." Harold answers, and you know that this is his final word in this talk.

The men return from the backyard, and you can only guess what they talked about the whole time they were gone. You pass Matt in the corridor, grazing his hand with your fingers as you go and make way towards the bathroom to wash your face. A minute later, someone slips inside, and you think that it's Matt, but when you lift your head to grab a towel, you see Robert standing in the middle of the bathroom, his arms crossed on his chest.

***

You help your mother get the guest room ready, exchanging only few words. She likes Matt, admits it herself, but doesn't dare to comment anything else. Mother's intuition was telling her that you didn't bring Matt here to simply make a blind man's lonely holiday better, perhaps you wanted to introduce him as your boyfriend, but didn't dare to do so when Robert was in the house. She also liked Robert, he was almost like a son to her, visiting them ocassionally since highschool, he wasn't a rare sight in this house, but... Maybe it was time to move on. For everyone. Camilla knew that if Robert continues coming here, you'll become a rare sight. In her heart, she wanted what's best for you, her dearest daughter, but she also knew about your tough character and how easily you can break apart when you're hurt.

"Occupied."

"Well, then you should've locked the door." His voice is nonchalant, you notice that he's already changed his clothes, ditched the long sleeved shirt for an old police academy t-shirt. He looks as if he was trying to flex his biceps in front of you, but the thought of that makes you grin. Matt definitely had a stronger body than this Sheriff wannabe.

"Not my fault that there's an idiot in the house."

"Classic y/n." He scoffs, leaning on the door with his whole back. "So, this guy, a new toy of yours?"

"Do I hear jealousy, Robert?"

He ignores your question, going on a ramble, "see, this is why some people think of you as a whore, going around, playing men and then leaving them when you get bored. Even at the dinner table you two can't keep your hands to youself, huh? Are you two fucking?"

"I fuck whomever I want. And it's no concern of yours." You say, leaning on the sink.

"Have you forgotten about us? How good it felt when we were together?" He says, his back still pressed against the bathroom door, keeping the maximum distance in the small space.

"Maybe it felt good for you, but you've never even bothered to ask if it felt good for me." You bite, watching his eyes widen in shock... Or shame.

"Oh please, if someone had heard us, they would've thought that I was the best man on the planet with the way you were screaming."

"Maybe I was screaming because I disliked it? How can you know when you've always turned away to sleep or left after you were done rutting your dick into me?" You wave your hands in front of you in a dirty gesture, noticing Robert's clenched jaw.

"He's gonna break your heart. Like you did mine. I just hope the pain is even worse for you than it was for me."

"I broke your heart? Please." You scoff, crossing your arms, "when I told you about my problem, you basically vanished."

"I needed some time to think, but I still wanted you. I still do." His voice is desperate and it makes you sick.

"Oh, save it for some other poor soul, you just wanted to get me pregnant but when the doctors said that it's impossible, you threw me away like a dirty rag. That's all you wanted - to have nice little children, and not because you loved me, but because you were so obsessed with my father that you wanted a connection between the two of you!" Your voice gets louder and Robert glances at the door nervously.

"I don't need any children to have a connection with your father. I already have it." He boasts, so sure of his place in this house that if he hated you, he would have the power to banish you from here. But he didn't. Deep in his heart, there we still strong feelings for you.

"Oh, right, I forgot that you are the son he wished to have, and not me, the daughter who's whoring around every man she sees, right?" Your voice is strong, displaying years of suppressed anger and not being loved enough in your own home. "Do you know how hard it was for me to be with you after all that I went through? How your touch made me flinch? And you have the audacity to come here to my parent's house and say that you want me back? Don't you understand the reason I left you the second time?" You desperately grab onto the sink with your palms and take deep breaths.

"You said you were better, how was I supposed to read your goddamn mind?" He shouts, and suddenly you feel like you've travelled back in time, before you were even a lawyer, and were arguing about the same things with Robert.

"I said I was better because I was, the therapy was helping, but I wasn't feeling well with you around. You're just... Too similar to him."

"If you think that I'm similar to that psychopath, you're not better than him yourself."

"You-" you grab a tube of body lotion from the sink and throw it at Robert, hitting him in the chest. "Get out of my sight before I throw something sharper than this fucking lotion!"

"You will fuck this up, whatever you two have going on, it's doomed." He leaves the bathroom, closing the door loudly.

***

An hour later you're gently knocking on Matt's door, hoping to disappear from the corridor before Robert or your father see you. Robert was staying in the room next to this, and he could exit any moment. Matt opens quickly, much to your luck, a confused look on his face. Without words, he lets you inside.

"Wow, that is really dark, I gotta," you walk towards the corner of the room and turn on a lamp. Warm yellow light fills the space, and you notice Matt's slumped shoulders. "What did they even do to you?" You say with a humourless laugh, sitting at the end of the bed.

"Don't worry, we just chatted. What's up with you?" Matt tries to sound innocent, but he didn't know what to do with the information he overheard. He wanted to hug you, and never let you out of his embrace, but you had to tell everything you told Robert to him yourself.

"You want some?" You say, taking a sip of wine straight from the bottle. He doesn't answer, but sits next to you on the bed. "It's wine."

"Where'd you get that?"

"Stole from my parents. I need it more than they do." You push the bottle into Matt's hands, and watch him drink. "I truly hoped that this could be our escape from the problems and the whole Hell's Kitchen, but... I'm sorry it got ruined. By an obvious somebody." Your voice wavers with anger.

"It's alright. I got to spend more time with you." Matt shrugs, his knee resting against yours.

"Aren't you just full of positivity?" You smile, honestly, for the first time this evening. "So, how bad are the first impressions?" You drink again, not letting Matt out of your sight.

"They're good. I think your mom likes me a lot." He smiles, and you fight the urge to put your palm on his cheek. "Robert's not very talkative with me, and your dad... I think he has accepted the fact that Robert's not your boyfriend anymore."

"Ah, you know, Matt, I love your ability to see positive aspects of every shitty situation." You laugh, finally loosening up when the wine kicks in.

"You didn't tell me it was your birthday." Matt says, taking a swing from the bottle. The wine is good, not too sweet and just the right amount of sour. "Which day was it?"

"November 13th." You answer, lying on your side with your hand under your head. "I stopped celebrating a long time ago."

Matt drinks some more and puts the bottle away, lying down as well, mirroring you. "Why?"

"Got tired of all the meaningless gifts, and money. I hate when people gift money and say 'go buy whatever you want'. It just completely loses the whole birthday meaning. A gift should be something that screams 'you're on my mind' or 'this made me think of you' and not 'this is shiny and girly, I hope this will pass as a good gift'." You scoff, "One time Robert gifted me a red lipstick because he liked the color."

"Jesus, really?" Matt can't hold the laugh, and you burst out laughing as well, hiding your face in his chest. When the laughter dies, Matt's hand begins gently stroking your hair, "I would gift you the whole world if I could."

"Lying is a sin, Matthew." You smile, kissing his exposed neck. "You should be very careful with these kinds of statements. Or I might twist them around."

He lets you kiss his neck, his jaw and his chest, but the uneasiness stirring inside of him doesn't allow Matt to fully focus on you the way he'd want to. "I overheard something... You and Robert were talking."

The words make you stop and you look at him intently, panic setting in, "what exactly?"

Words get stuck in his throat, and Matt's face becomes red, embarassed. He should've just kept his mouth shut, but of course, the devil had to pull his tongue. "Something about pregnancy. I was just passing by and-"

"Oh, that." You close your eyes, bracing yourself. "I was planning to tell you this some time later. I didn't know how far will we go... Because no woman goes around telling that to the first guy in her bed... But I think you already deserve to know." You pause, feeling your own heart beating loudly in your ears, Matt puts his hand on yours for emotional support. He has heard every single word you and Robert said to each other, but he needed to hear it all from you. "I... I can't have children. I can't get pregnant, and... If you had thoughts about family, now it's perfect time for you to run away."

"I won't leave you, y/n." He squeezes your hand, reassuringly, "I... I don't care. Family, no family, I just want to be with you."

"Just please, don't be disappointed later when that honeymoon phase passes." You sigh.

"I won't. I promise." Matt seals his promise with a kiss, one full of love and adoration.

I love you.

***

The night felt like a fever dream for you and Matt. He kissed you the way he has never kissed anyone; his touch was like fire on your skin, exploring your body like he has already done many times before, but this time it was even more intimate. This wasn't just sex anymore; it was a feeling almost divine, as if your spirits were connecting and merging into one. You gripped the sheets, raked Matt's strong back with your nails, surely leaving long red marks, and welcomed his body weight on yours when you both came from the highest of all the highs - it was divine. When Matt continued to tightly hold your interlocked hands next to your head, and panted hot air into your neck, you didn't expect him to say the next words.

This was beyond the description of 'divine' and all the other words that were used to describe a feeling out of this planet. This was something else, something unreal, a thing one so madly in love longs to hear, dreams, expects and waits for... Yet is never ready when these words are said aloud.

If you didn't have to be quiet, you'd surely would have been laughing into his strong, hairy chest, pressing his body into yours a million times until you wouldn't have been able to move a single muscle. But you couldn't. So you showered Matt with kisses, feeling your lips uncomfortably tingling, and swollen, and told him the same three words back.

It was a fever dream, and you both were sick with the worst disease ever - love.

#matt murdock #marvel daredevil #matt murdock x reader #foggy nelson #bound by law #netflix daredevil #lawyers #matts superhearing complicates things for you #daredevil #marvel #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x you #matthew murdock #human disaster matt murdock #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil x reader

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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vampires

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Caroline Bradshaw is convinced her dad is a vampire. She was more than convinced after hearing him tell you he wanted to suck your blood and spotting a hickey on your neck.

wc: 2k

a/n: I needed some Halloween fluff with this man... I did. enjoy!

The quaint San Diego house was dark with the exception of the blue lights emitting from the television screen. Caroline snuggled up to her father on the couch, her hand deep in the bright orange popcorn bowl while Bradley draped his arm around her cold little arm. Her eyes were glued to Halloweentown, using muscle memory to shove a fist full of popcorn in her mouth.

Bradley watched with amusement, listening to his daughter's joy-filled giggles as she watched the young witch interact with the silly-looking creatures. He chuckled as she audibly made her distaste known as the kids grabbed the fang of a vampire. Caroline dragged the tip of her tongue over her baby canine tooth “Daddy,” she began, her hazel eyes looking up at the man.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Are vampires real, like in the movie?”

He bit back a laugh at her innocent question, “Of course not. Vampires suck blood, turning their victims into minions of the undead,” he went on, tilting his head side to side. Caroline gulped, her little body stiffening. He looked down, his words instantly coming to a halt. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. There are no such things as vampires, werewolves, or goblins…the jury’s still out on ghosts. They’re just in the movies.”

It seemed to have calmed her down for the moment, the eight-year-old beginning to relax at his side, her head pressing against his chest.

Well, it was fine, until she was in her princess bed, looking up at the ceiling that was slightly illuminated by the stars coming from her night light. What if a vampire snuck into her room and drank her blood? Hypnotizing her to do their bidding? Caroline shook her head and sprang up from her bed, heading for her bookshelf. She pulled down a book of creatures that Mickey gave to her as a Christmas present. “Vampires, vampires, vampires—ah!” she whispered as she searched and found the page about the fanged creatures of the night.

Her eyes widened in fear as she scanned the page. “Vampires suck the book of their victims, can turn into bats, hate garlic,” she read to herself, “they’re allergic to sunlight and can be destroyed by–ew!” she slammed the book closed and swiftly walked down the hall.

“Bradley.” She heard you giggle from inside your bedroom. Caroline looked in through the crack of the door and saw Bradley sitting next to you, his lips attached to your neck. Her eyes widened—he couldn’t be. “What are you trying to do? Draw blood?” you laughed, playfully pushing him away.

“I want to suck your blood,” he put on a fake accent and put his arm around you, pushing you lower into your pillow while you tried to muffle your laughter.

Caroline gasped for air, not realizing she was holding her breath. She pressed her back against the cold wall and panted. There was no way—he said they only existed in the movies. He must’ve been joking, she soothed herself, but her suspicion stayed with her through the night.

The next morning, the girl sat at the kitchen table, pushing around the marshmallows of her cereal. You were humming to yourself as you placed a small arrangement of orange flowers on the table, “Are you ok?” you asked, watching the stern expression on your daughter's face.

“Mhm,” she responded.

“Was the movie too scary?”

“No,” she sighed, “it was fine.”

You nodded, mostly unconvinced by her reasoning. You moved your hair to the side, turning to walk away. Caroline looked up at the perfect time to see the small purple bruise on the side of your neck; the spot was perfect for a vampire’s fangs. Her blood ran cold, an icy chill ran down her spine.

She was convinced: her father, Bradley Bradshaw, was a vampire.

He came down the stairs as soon as the realization came to her, his eyes squinted and pained groans coming from his mouth. Bradley hurried to the windows and pulled the curtains closed, cursing at the sun under his breath. Caroline whipped her head around to look at him, “Y-you don’t like the sun?” she asked, hiding the tremble.

“No,” he gruffed, trying to keep the house as dark as possible. Vampires hated the sun. He walked like the dead, footsteps heavy towards the kitchen.

“What’s the real problem?” you questioned him after following him into the kitchen.

“Headache.” Rooster was a man of few words when his head felt like it was going to explode. “Need a new pillow or something.”

You carded your fingers in his hair and gave his scalp a few gentle scratches. A low rumble emitted from his throat, "You shouldn't fly today," you tell him, removing your hand and walking towards the medicine cabinet.

He gratefully took the seafoam green capsules and a small glass of water. Bradley wrapped his arm around your waist to draw you closer to his side. "I'll be fine after this and some food. I promise, honey." His eyes spotted the dark hickey on the side of your neck, an instant pleasurable reminder of last night's activities.

Bradley leaned in closer, his lips slightly parted. The distance was shrinking, plush lips were so close to making contact with your soft skin. The door opened abruptly, "Mom!" Caroline's voice boomed.

You and Bradley jolted, inching away from one another. "What?" You panted, your hand covering your beating heart.

Her hazel eyes swiveled from her mother to her father. You nor she had a wooden stake, just in case things got ugly. "I-I can't find my folder for school," she lied instead.

"Oh," you mumbled, blinking in surprise at her outburst. "I'll be right there to help."

You and Bradley shrugged at one another.

—

That night at dinner wasn't much better, your daughter had stayed silent most of the day after you picked her up from school. "Honey, go grab the garlic bread from the kitchen, please," you told her kindly, setting down the pot of spaghetti on the table.

Garlic bread. Garlic was used to ward off vampires. Caroline raced into the kitchen and grabbed the garlic salt from the cabinet. Her tongue poked out as she smothered the already fragrant bread. She thought this was a fool's proof way to see if her dad really was a vampire.

She placed the bread on the table in front of her father, matching eyes staring at him the whole time. Bradley scrunched his nose as the smell of the garlic tickled his nostrils.

"How was work?" You asked Bradley.

"Mav and Cyclone almost got into a screaming match," he chuckled, bypassing the bread and straight for the pasta.

Caroline formed a disappointed face, her fork clinking on the plate roughly. He didn't touch it for most of dinner. She was going to have to prompt him. "Do you want some of the garlic bread, Daddy? I helped make it." Bradley couldn't say no to his little girl.

The aviator inhaled, almost coughing at the over usage of the ingredient. His stomach churned at the thought of it in his mouth. "Uh," he tried to laugh it off, "I'm really full, Caroline. I'll have some later, alright?" He patted his toned stomach for added effect

That's certainly something a vampire would say. Denial of garlic. Aversion to the sun. The young girl was more convinced than ever.

—

She stood next to him on her step stool in the bathroom as they brushed their teeth. The only way Caroline would brush her teeth was if her dad did it with her. She could see his reflection in the mirror, so maybe there was still hope that he wasn’t?

She kept looking upwards, he was paying a lot of attention to his 'fangs' she noticed. Had to keep them clean for his next victim. She gulped and quickly finished, spitting into the sink before darting out of the room and leaving Bradley confused.

—

"There's something going on with her," Bradley commented as he climbed into bed. You looked up from your book and wedged your bookmark in between the pages.

"I noticed. Are you sure she was okay after the movie?" You questioned, placing your book on the bedside table.

"It was just Halloweentown," he hummed, kissing your shoulder. You giggled at the hairs of his mustache that tickled your skin.

"She's eight," you retorted.

Your husband slid closer, strong hand gliding along your stomach before resting on your side. His lips kissed higher and hair until he was able to suck on the sensitive skin, "I know," he whispered.

Bradley smirked at the whimper that fell from your lips. "Menace," you grumbled. Both of you were distracted, losing your train of thought.

"Should I close the door?" He asked lowly, sending a shiver down your spine.

As his lips left your neck, you let out a small moan, “Please.”

Before he could get up, the door busted open. You swore there was going to be a hole in the drywall from how aggressively Caroline opened it. You and Bradley looked at her in shock, her face was full of fear. “Mom, don’t let him kiss you!”

“Caroline, what’s going on?” you asked as calmly as you could in hopes to calm her.

She took in a few deep breaths and clenched her small hands into fists. “Dad wants to turn you into a minion of the undead!” she yelped.

“I what?”

“Excuse me?”

You and Bradley spoke in unison and shared the same confused expression. “Dad’s a vampire!”

Bradley stifled a laugh. “Sweetheart, I’m not a vampire.”

“Oh yeah?” she huffed, marching towards the bed, “Then why did you close the curtains? Vampires burn in the sun.”

“I had a headache and the light made it worse. Caroline, come here,” he outstretched his arms for her.

She shook her head feverishly, “No! I won’t let you take my blood.”

“I’m not taking anyone’s blood.”

“Then why does mom have a bruise on her neck? A-and I heard you tell her that you wanted to suck her blood.”

You placed your hand on Bradley's bicep and used your other to reach for her. “Honey, your dad was just messing around, he was trying to make me laugh,” you explain calmly. Caroline couldn’t take her eyes off her dad but she did put her hand in yours, climbing onto the bed.

“But your neck.”

You giggled and nudged your husband, “Sometimes he kisses too hard,” you managed to keep it rated g for her, “but he was not trying to suck my blood. Your daddy is a pilot, not a vampire. I promise.” Her stern face fell, and her poor cheeks turned a deep shade of red

“Caroline,” Bradley spoke softly. She looked at him shyly, a mix of uncertainty and embarrassment. He took her in his arms and cradled her against his chest, her eyes looking up at him. “Look,” he raised his top lip to show her his teeth, “no fangs.”

She giggled and nuzzled into him. “You’re not a vampire,” she sighed in relief.

“Not a vampire,” he repeated.

You scooted closer and ran your fingers through her hair, “Maybe no more Halloween movies this year, hmm?”

She scoffed as you kissed her forehead, “But I wanna see Halloweentown 2!” She playfully went slack in his arms, her head rolling backward to look at you upside down. “I’ll be fine!”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, “You can’t go around and accuse someone of being a troll or a vampire then,” you leaned forward and started to tickle her sides. Caroline thrashed and laughed loudly, kicking her feet.

Bradley scooped her up and held her away from you, “You’re gonna believe me when I say something doesn't exist?” he questioned with a smirk.

His daughter smiled, “I promise to believe you.” She rolled away and got under the blankets, making herself comfortable between her parents. You gave her a kiss on the cheek while Bradley kissed the other. He reached over and kissed you softly on the lips before turning off the light.

“Daddy, you said ghosts might be real?”

“Sleep, Caroline. Shh, shh, shh,” he told her sleepily, covering her eyes with his hand.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw imagine #rooster x reader #rooster x you #rooster fanfic #rooster imagine #top gun #top gun maverick

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camelliagwerm · 3 months

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oc kiss week • valerius & lariel

Note: Lariel belongs to Dolly / @the-raging-tempestaging-tempest and this is part of her Twisted Fate AU for Lariel, where she is the cursed twin. We've been rotating these two in our heads/DMs for a little while. Thank you for trusting me with your daughter! CW: blood drinking.

It is the shelves of curios he feigns interest in; it reminds him of a tradition — the Cabinet of Calamities: full of weird trinkets and collections that the wealthy families of his homeland love to show off. On closer inspection, many of the things the Knight-Commander has collected are trophies, of regions travelled and enemies defeated — an Abyss-tainted butterfly dried and pinned; an amulet from the Abyss; the quiver that once belonged to the undead Delamere, some rubble from the crumbled Pillars of Skulls.

He turns the piece of rubble, as cold as the grave and with the texture of bone, over in his hand, surreptitiously glancing at the Knight-Commander at her desk. What a waste, he thinks. Her decision to not go ahead with her ashenmorn, the subsequent uprising… her potential as a Lady of the Dead.

“I was not expecting to find one of these so far from home,” he comments as he sets the rubble down back in its designated place, hoping he sounds casual enough to hide the small kernel of anger in his voice and the stiffness in his body. “Since when did you start collecting a Cabinet of Calamities?”

Her dark head looks up from the papers in front of her, a quill settling back down in the inkpot. “I have always collected things. The crusade is no different.”

“No. I suppose not.” He clasps his hands behind his back, drawing to himself to his full height and remains rooted in his place.

Knight-Commander Aldonlel brushes her side fringe out of her eyes, and icy green meets vibrant red — and her gaze pierces him. He feels his throat tighten, the anger being traded for… indignation, or like he is being put on trial. It would be her right — being Knight-Commander means she is judge, jury and executioner, if she chooses. Her chair scrapes against the stone floor, and she rises from her seat. Her deportment is immaculate — ever the little lady, he finds himself thinking as she steps around the desk, letting her fingers brush against the polished wood.

“Your brethren have left already.”

A statement, not a question. He thinks of the delegation, angry at her decision. They had left last night, with him insisting on remaining against Elyanka’s wishes. The stubborn child has made up her mind, the priestess had told him scathingly, there is no point in remaining. But if you insist on continuing serving a false idol instead of your Goddess, go ahead, Lord Dragavei. I doubt Urgathoa will show leniency for such a mistake.

“Are you surprised? You lured them along into the promise of a false future.”

“But not you,” Lady Aldonlel finishes. Her gaze drops, her lashes lowering. Her larynx bobs in her throat as she swallows, before tilting her head to one side. “Rather contradictory, do you not think?”

“I would not think so, my esteemed Lady. Would you like me to explain it in layman’s terms for you, since you hold such contempt for the divine?” He winces as venom slips out in the last few words, but she seems utterly unfazed.

In fact, he could have sworn that he’d seen the hint of a smile fleetingly grace her lips. She folds her hands into one another, the long sleeves of her gown covering the pallid skin. “Very well; do enlighten me.”

“I pride myself on my words and oaths. Unlike some, I do not turn back on them without a good reason. I still see value in staying and satiating my hunger here,” he makes an idle gesture towards the window, where below the denizens of Drezen go about their day, but his eyes linger on her lips and the bobbing of her throat more than he would like.

“As long as you are discreet, I have no qualms with it. I can trust you to do that, can’t I, Valerius?”

That takes him aback. It sounds odd on her tongue, Mendevian with a little elvish flair — and his posture slackens; he catches a glint in her eye, another flash of a smile, this time with a glimpse of fang. “Of course. It would be rather gauche of me otherwise.”

“Now, if you have finished airing your grievances and begging for permission, you may go like the good paladin that you are.” She gestures towards the door, a firmness and finality, a crackling like lightning in her tone. He catches a glimpse of a bare wrist from beneath silk sleeves at the movement.

And Goddess, it aggravates him for her to dismiss him like that; the rare streak of defiance in his blood possesses him to step closer, one foot in front of the other until they stand close enough that she has to tilt her head up to even attempt to make eye contact with him. Her lip purses in surprised disapproval, the small amount of skin creasing between her dark eyebrows.

“And what if I am not finished?” There is a huskiness to his tone, unintentionally, but judging by the way she drops her gaze for the first time, it has caught her off guard. He is close enough now to sense her pulse: stronger than his own, but irregular. My riposte, he thinks, licking his lips with glee before he clears his throat. “With all due respect, Lady Aldonlel — if I am to remain here, I must submit myself to you in the proper fashion.”

“And… what might that be, my Lord?” A thumb wraps itself around the hem of her sleeve. It gleams like water in the dull morning light, a shimmer of silver.

“Among my people — the Moroi, not my fellow ghulas — we seal alliances and pledges with a bloodletting, mutual or not.” He had seen it once before — his father and an old ally of his sealing the revitalisation of an alliance with a mutual bloodletting. “It is an old tradition, rarely practised these days among the more modern of my kind. But I wish to pledge myself to you this way, with the respect of one grave-touched to another, no? If such a gesture would please you, of course.”

She takes a breath, and looks up at him again. “It would. What would you have me do?”

It is the first time he has heard her ask that of someone, her voice higher and more breathy. He is familiar with it in his prey, utterly taken in by his supernatural charm. Not her though — it is curiosity. Anticipation. That is all the Knight-Commander cares about: consolidation of power and knowledge for her own benefit, and this is another old ritual to add to her hoard.

“You may wish to move yourself to somewhere comfortable —” he begins, scouring the room for potential places. Her plush desk chair; a chaise; the bed — no. Not the bed. Not this time.

“— I shall stand.” She remains stock still, her back to her desk.

“Then you may wish to hold on to it. Tightly.” Her fingers wrap around the edge of the desk, the wood creaking ever so slightly.

Valerius kneels down in front of her, and at this height they are nearly eye level with one another. Cautiously, he takes her wrist, pressing his thumb into the soft flesh there until a vein presents itself to him, acutely aware that she is watching him.

“My Lady Aldonlel,” he begins in Taldane, the words feeling strange on his tongue. This should be done in Varisian, or Necril, but I need her to understand. “you have my word, on my honour as the Scion of House Dragavei, that I shall continue to serve you until the Worldwound meets its inevitable end — or until my Lady Despair sees fit to send me elsewhere. That my hunger shall be yours to command, that you may wield it as you see fit. Do you oblige to my terms?”

He hesitates to lean in and sink his fangs in straight away, as it usually goes; instead Valerius searches her face for any sign of approval, or anything in his words that might cause her to change her mind. But there’s nothing; his Lady remains resolute. He bends his head back down and brushes the inside of her wrist with his lips, the cool, clammy skin both familiar and alien to him. Dhampir, but not quite — grave-touched all the same. He kisses over the skin, gentle at first, his tongue darting out to wet it; he can feel her pulse faintly beat under there, pressed against his lips like a siren song, inviting him to bite.

“Lariel,” he murmurs against her, her name whispered with the tenderness reserved for a lover when he is no such thing; his mouth stretches open to pierce the wrist with his fangs. They sink in easy, her body relaxing and Lariel lets out a breathy sigh as he first takes a tentative sip from the dribbles of blood welling up under the fangs. She tastes like the sickly sweet scent of the grave, followed by a bolt of energy as he laps more of it — and something else: the lingering taste of Abyssal corruption left inside her. It does not stop him from drinking more, though — the potent mix of her cursed blood and the Witch’s experiment is addictive, makes him feel powerful, and he eagerly laps at the free-flowing streaks until he can feel her beginning to sway under his grasp.

“Valerius —“ the table creaks behind her, and he reaches out with his free hand to steady by the waist. Reluctantly, he pulls himself away. He can feel a dribble of blood pooling at the corner of his mouth, and her wrist — and the long sleeve around it — is stained and smudged dark. The coppery tang of blood hangs in the air. And when he looks up at her, finally, she somehow looks paler than before. A little dazed.

“I am sorry — it has been some time since I —” he moves to wipe the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, but she touches his wrist to stop him. Then her hand, blood trickling down onto her palm, onto her fingers, brushes his cheek. Lariel wipes away the blood from him with the pad of her thumb.

“Do not be sorry, Valerius.” Her voice is shaky, like she is trying to regain her composure. He leans into her hand, the heavy weight of a post-feed slumber threatening to take him. He takes a deep breath, savouring the scent one last time before he must wrest himself away. “It was a most…interesting experience, one I find myself curious to return the favour for.”

He stands — and studies her. She looks paler, her body trembling and clammy from the blood loss. Valerius represses his frown, but nods. “If my Lady commands.”

“I do, but not today. I- need to lie down, take my medicine.” Shakily she pushes herself away from the table and towards the adjoining bedroom, reaching out to hold onto various pieces of furniture. Valerius swiftly joins her side, placing a strong hand against her back and the other at her elbow to steady her. He steers her towards the bed and helps her sit, and only then does Lariel look up at him through thick eyelashes.

That sense of dissection he gets every time he Is held in Lariel Aldonlel’s gaze is back, like he is on a cold slab and ready to be cut open for her curiosity. He finds he does not mind.

#*writing #*ockiss24 #oc: valerius #mutuals' ocs #posting this during my lunch break :3

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fallenlightsif · 9 months

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do the speak now (tv) album ask for this blog too 👀 i have to know what songs my blorbos relate to

Ofc anon 🙏

Mine: MC/Marcella

"Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time; you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter; you are the best thing, that's ever been mine"

Sparks Fly: MC/Florian

"I'm captivated by you, baby, like a fireworks show; drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain; kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain; cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile"

Back to December: MC/E

"I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't; so if the chain is on your door, I understand"

Speak Now: Kira

"So don't say yes, run away now; I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door"

Dear John: Rowan

"But I took your matches before fire could catch me so don't look now; I'm shining like fireworks over your sad empty town"

Mean: MC @ their mom

"You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me; you have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like I'm nothing"

The Story of Us: MC/E

"Oh, I'm scared to see the ending, why are we pretending this is nothing? I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how, I've never heard silence quite this loud"

Never Grow Up: Ezrah & MC

"To you, everything's funny, you got nothing to regret; I'd give all I have, honey, if you could stay like that"

Enchanted: MC/Florian

"There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles, same old tired, lonely place; walls of insincerity, shifting eyes, and vacancy vanished when I saw your face"

Better Than Revenge: Ilaria

"Sophistication isn't what you wear, or who you know, or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go; they didn't teach you that in prep school, so it's up to me"

Innocent: Orion

"Did some things you can't speak of, but at night you live it all again; you wouldn't be shattered on the floor now if only you had seen what you know now then"

Haunted: Rowan

"It's getting dark and it's all too quiet and I can't trust anything now and it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake"

Last Kiss: MC/E

"I hope the sun shines, and it's a beautiful day, and something reminds you, you wish you had stayed; you can plan for a change in the weather and time but I never planned on you changing your mind"

Long Live: The Childhood Friends (Florian, MC, Marcella, and E)

"Hold on to spinning around, confetti falls to the ground, may these memories break our fall"

Ours: Orion/MC

"They'll judge it like they know about me and you; and the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do; the jury's out, but my choice is you"

Superman: MC/Cier

"He's not all bad like his reputation and I can't hear one single word they said; you leave, got places to be, and I'll be okay"

Electric Touch: MC/Julian

"I've got my money on things goin' badly, got a history of stories ending sadly; still hoping that the fire won't burn me just one time"

When Emma Falls in Love: Ari

"She won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave; and she's the kind of book that you can't put down, like if Cleopatra grew up in a small town"

I Can See You: MC/Cier

"I can see you waitin' down the hall from me, and I could see you up against the wall with me; and what would you do, baby, if you only knew?"

Castles Crumbling: Ilaria

"Ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off; and here I sit alone behind walls of regret, falling down like promises that I never kept"

Foolish One: Dimitri

"And the voices say, “you are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson”; foolish one, stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love that ain't never gonna come"

Timeless: Orion/MC

"That's when I came upon a book covered in cobwebs, story of a romance torn apart by fate; hundreds of years ago, they fell in love, like we did, and I'd die for you in the same way"

#answered asks #florian vasil #marcella dumont #e renaud #julian fortier #dimitri volkov #ari novik #orion morosov #rowan lozano #kira argyris #cier katsaros #ilaria thayer #ezrah rhys

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daphneblakess · 8 months

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i do think a person's openness to talking about akio is a good metric of how they're engaging with rgu's themes. he's much easier to digest if you keep him at arm's length, an abstraction of a concept rather than another person inside ohtori who is suffering because of patriarchy. i've seen this fan reactionarism that just acknowledging this is apologism, so - yes, akio does grossly misuse power by being an adult who surrounds himself with easily manipulated children. it's also true that rgu is a show where just about every character does heinous things to other characters, and oftentimes the characters for whom they claim to care the most deeply.

rgu is about the deceit of binaries: the princes and the princesses, the abusers and the abused, and how the ways in which all of these are assigned to patriarchal concepts of gender blur how we even define 'abuse'. sure, it's easy when we see saionji or nanami hitting anthy, but does that change after the positions they later find themselves in because of touga? does shiori's need to see juri weak cancel out juri's impossible idealization of her? what about what miki and kozue do to each other? what anthy does to utena? you're not going to have a good time with this show if you need to sort every character into a finite category of 'abuser' or 'victim' - and i would in fact argue that you've missed the point if you are.

so how could akio be both sides of the coin? anthy calls him on it in the end, that he as well has chosen suicide by pursuit of eternity. his sunlit garden of princehood, the devil who could not be a prince, who set up a game that nobody can win without ever realizing he is included in 'nobody'. the entire system of ohtori is structured to mirror him in its every reproduction and he still isn't satisfied, because he's also playing a role i suspect he's begun to realize that he barely even likes. and you don't arrive at that fascinating a dissection of patriarchy if you're just saying 'akio bad' and calling it a day. it's very relevant that akio is the acting chairman of ohtori. the closest we come to meeting the actual chairman of ohtori is meeting his daughter, and look at what happened to her.

#revolutionary girl utena #this also isn't me saying everyone needs to drop everything and start writing pages of akio meta #but like. the show gives him nuance and is far better for it. we can do that too #rgu meta

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yume4evere · 7 days

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There are three possibilities for Yuki's return

There is also a possibility that she will not return and her spirit will awaken so that she can talk to Kaname and say their goodbyes. Kaname continues his life with someone else ( that I don't want), and then he dies, and then Yuki's soul will be waiting for Kaname, and they will go to heaven together.

The second possibility

is that after Kaname lives as a human with another person and gives birth, after several centuries, they will be born again, meet and fall in love with each other, and have their happiness without their memory of their previous lives.

Third possibility

We saw how Juri turned Yuki into a human. When Juri used her spell, she started bleeding from everywhere and her body was destroyed, but we did not see that . We saw Juri's soul inside Yuki as a ghost.

We saw Kaname's body frozen so that it would not be destroyed. But he needed Yuki's heart to wake up and this is what happened

We have seen everyone who died turning into dust, even zero

We don't even know what happened to her body . But we know that her soul is inside Kaname.

If she used the same spell as Juri, she must have bled as well, and the place where she turned Kaname into a human would be full of blood. Right?

But she took out her heart and gave it to him. It must have been a different spell and her body must have turned to dust and Then there would be no need for her to bleed. Right?

But we did not see what happened to her.

After removing her heart, It must have taken her some time for her to completely lose consciousness, and at that time her daughter Ai must have frozen her body and hidden it.

I don't know if she has an idea to bring her back. Or She just wanted to keep her as a souvenir. 🙃

But to bring her back, she needs a heart. If Ai knew that there is a purebloode vampire still alive who wanted to die, perhaps she would go to him.

But what if someone other than a purebloode vampire could do that? Like Takuma, he is a member of the closest level to them

No one of his friends has appeared so I think they are dead (for now)

What if Takuma could give his heart to Yuki, then Ai healed her, and then her soul returned to her body and became human?

Aren't these possibilities now available for her return?

Or is there something else possible?

these are crazy ideas, but possible

What do think 🤔

#my thoughts #vampire knight #vampire knight memories #kaname kuran #yuki kuran

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baronessblixen · 4 months

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O Holy No (6/10)

Today's prompt: weed Christmas cookies

Summary: The morning after, Mulder is in for a couple of surprises… (wc: 1,666)

Tagging @today-in-fic

All Mulder is wearing is a smile. It’s still dark outside, and he didn’t want to wake up Scully yet. She needs sleep after last night. Just the thought makes his smile turn into a big grin. After their somewhat awkward first time, they found their groove. And they found it several times. His favorite, he thinks, is when Scully helped him out of his brand-new boxer shorts that he of course modeled for her like promised.

He tried finding it before he went into the kitchen, but the bedroom was too dark, and he couldn’t remember where Scully had thrown it because right after, she had taken him into her mouth. No jury would convict him for not remembering.

So now here he is, stark naked in her kitchen, once again watching the coffee drip-drip. He makes a mental note to get her a new machine for her birthday. Or they need to be spending nights at his apartment. His heart soars when he realizes that this is only the beginning. They will spend nights here, or at his place, or in some Podunk town. But they will be together, sharing a bed.

He quietly hums a Christmas song that’s stuck in his head, moving his body to the silent rhythm, and wonders where Scully stores the cinnamon. He’s going to wake her with a freshly brewed coffee, sprinkled with sweet cinnamon and a kiss. It’s going to be perfect. Mulder turns around, a spoon in hand that he uses to orchestrate the music in his head, and then he freezes.

There, at the door stands a person - and not just any person. They stare at each other for a millisecond before one of them screams and Mulder quickly covers his groin with his hands, embarrassment covering his whole skin.

“Hello, Mrs. Scully,” he says with a shaky voice and fake cheer. “Did not expect to see you here this early.”

“Obviously,” she says, clearing her throat. She shields her eyes with her hand and it gives Mulder enough time to reach for a dishtowel that he drapes in front of him as best as he can. “I wanted to surprise Dana.”

“It’s a surprise for sure,” Mulder stammers, trying to hide himself away and sneak away from the kitchen. Would it be impolite if he just ran off and left her standing here?

“What is going?” Scully shuffles in from her bedroom dressed in a robe – lucky her! - rubbing her sleepy eyes. “Oh,” she says looking back and forth between Mulder and her mother. “Mom, you’re here early.” Yes, unlike him, she seems perfectly calm. Then again she isn't standing here naked.

“As I just told Fox,” she says, no longer shielding her eyes now that her daughter is in the kitchen and Mulder at least somewhat decent, “I wanted to surprise you. I brought breakfast.” As if on cue, Scully’s stomach grumbles.

“That sounds great,” she says, licking her lips, and Mulder’s penis chooses that moment to twitch. He can only hope Mrs. Scully didn’t see that. The dishtowel isn’t giving him much privacy.

“I brought enough for three people,” Mrs. Scully says, unpacking her paper bag. “If you want to join us, Fox.”

“Um, sure. I just…” he makes a hand gesture, forgetting he’s holding the dishtowel which slowly falls to the ground, and then, in a moment of sheer panic, he runs back into the bedroom.

With the light switched on, he finds his boxers easily. His jeans, too. He puts everything on, safe for his socks, and sits on the bed, his head in his hands.

“Are you okay?” He doesn’t notice Scully until she’s standing next to him, a hand on his shoulder.

“That was-,” he says, unable to find the right word. How can he ever face Mrs. Scully again?

“Unfortunate,” Scully says, but she’s smiling. “I thought we had time, but Mulder… why were you naked in my kitchen?”

“That, too, was unfortunate,” he says. “I didn’t want to wake you and couldn’t find my clothes. I figured the only person who might see me is you. Does your mother hate me now?”

“No,” Scully assures him, her voice as soft as the fingers she runs through his hair. “She adores you, Mulder. Believe it or not, my mother has seen a naked man before.” Mulder groans. “But she did send me in here to tell you that because of what she saw, and because you now owe her, you can’t say no to spending Christmas with us.”

“I- what? She wants me to spend Christmas with you after what she- after what just happened?” Scully nods. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You better say you’ll be there.”

“But-” It’s in San Diego. Scully wants him there with her family in San Diego. And her mother does, too. Like he’s part of their family. He was there once before. For Christmas, too. Going back for the first time will bring back memories of Emily. Scully must be thinking the same thing. He can’t deny her this. If she wants him there, he’ll be there. “I’d love to,” he finishes and her eyes grow wide.

“Really?”

“Unless you were just saying that to-”

“No,” she cuts him off, planting herself in his lap, surprising him. This is a new side of Scully and he can’t get enough of her. How many surprises are awaiting him? She puts her hands on his face, her thumbs gently caressing his skin. “I want you there and I wasn’t kidding when I said my mom is expecting you to show up now. No more excuses.” She leans in, gently kissing him. He thought he’d have to go days without being able to taste her while she was with her family. Now he gets to be there, too. And he’ll get to kiss her like this.

“I’ll go home,” he says in between kisses, “pack a few things and take the first flight I can get. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” Scully says, giving him one last kiss before she gets up from his lap. “Let’s eat something. I worked up quite an appetite last night.” When she winks at him, he thinks he’s still dreaming. It’s all too good to be true.

He arrives in San Diego in the afternoon, a good few hours after Scully and her mother. He told her not to worry about picking him up from the airport and that he’d get a cab. On his way to Bill Jr.’s house, he finds himself nervously pulling at his clothes, worried how he’ll fit in. After all, Scully’s big brother isn’t his greatest fan. He doesn’t want to cause any animosity. He’s booked a hotel room for a few days so if Bill Jr. throws him out, he at least has somewhere to go.

Mulder is as jumpy as a teenager who is about to ring his crush’s doorbell, knowing he’ll have to face her father. In his case, it’s the big brother. He swallows hard, waiting for someone to open the door. For a moment he fears, Bill Jr. is deliberately keeping him out here to send a subtle message. Not welcome here. But just as he’s about to ring the bell again, the door opens.

“Hey.” Mulder is convinced he’s stepped into an alternate universe. There’s Bill Jr. and instead of a greeting growl, he gets a smile. A big one. So big in fact that Mulder even wonders if that is the same Bill Jr. he’s met before.

“Hello,” he says cautiously. “I’m, um…”

“Spooky,” Bill says. “Come on in. We’ve been waiting for you.” This cannot be real. He fell asleep somewhere and never woke up. He’s dreaming. But when Bill hauls him inside and into a hug, he has to concede that this is in fact happening.

“You were?”

“Sure.” Bill fishes a candy bar out of his pocket and stuffs it into his mouth. “Mom said we couldn’t eat until you were here. We’re starving.” Mulder follows Bill into the kitchen where Mrs. Scully is standing by the stove, giggling like a schoolgirl. Scully looked stressed out of her mind.

“There you are,” she says, quickly giving him a kiss in front of everyone and the dog. A dog that looks half beagle and half poodle and who Mulder has never heard of before. At least it's bigger than that orange fur ball Queequeg. The dog sniffs his pant leg, its tail wagging tentatively as if saying the jury is still out on whether Mulder is accepted or not.

“What is going on?” Mulder whispers, watching Bill and Mrs. Scully with their heads suspiciously close together, giggling uncontrollably. Scully leans against him and sighs.

“Weed Christmas cookies.”

“Excuse me?”

“Mom’s neighbor dropped off a box of cookies and well, they weren't your average sugar cookie. They were weed cookies. I’ve since taken them away because look at them. From Mrs. Henson, too, because she had no idea what they were. She thought she was using herbs her grandson had hidden in the kitchen. She was going to give these cookies to all her church friends.” Mulder has to refrain from laughing. Glancing at Scully, he sees that the feeling is mutual.

“As much fun as Mom and Bill are having,” Scully says. “It means we are in charge for now.”

“We are?” Scully nods.

“Tara and Matthew are at her parents and won’t be back until tonight. Someone has to make dinner and take care of Toodles.”

“Toodles?” The dog wags its tail and licks Mulder’s hand. “Oh, so you’re Toodles. Hi. So we make dinner, walk the dog and-”

“And get a Christmas tree,” Scully finishes for him.

“Sounds like… are there still any of the cookies left?” Scully playfully hits his arm.

Two days ago, he was hoping to catch a first kiss with Scully. Now it's like they're a married couple and he finds he's ready.

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