#raphael fixation still going hard

[sekiromi]

A Devil You Do, ch. 1

Raphael tells himself that it is only because of your importance that he tolerates your insolence, placates your tantrums, grants you courtesies never before bestowed on a mere mortal. He tells himself his interest is purely professional, his desire to be close merely an expression of wanting to protect his investment.

But then, why do you remind him so much of someone who once felt like home? Why does your soul echo with the remnants of something heavenly, and why does it entice him more than any contract ever could?

He learned not to hope anymore, but for you he might make an exception.

pairing(s): Raphael x Tav/Reader, Astarion x Tav/Reader

themes: reincarnation, soul bond, past lives, lost memories, pining, slow burn

cw/tw: canon-typical violence, gore

word count: 1k

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Chapter One: A Hundred Lifetimes from Now

The tragedy of the divine retribution of an original sin.

Fire rained down in whistling streaks, scorching the plane and causing it to shudder.

Raphael was many things; eternal, infernal, unforgiving. Hellfire simmered in his veins, behind his eyes, beneath his skin. Cruel and calculating, wicked and sinful, a creature of an irredeemable nature. Scorned son of Mephistopheles, a young lion lying in wait to pounce on his father, tear his throat and devour his flesh to take his place.

Concerned only with control and domination, loving no being other than himself.

Despite the heat of the fight, Cania remained cold and impervious, desolate and dark.

It had been that way for a long time, almost as long as Raphael could recall. His long life stretched out behind him unwaveringly endless, shadowed by greed and lust for power.

A flicker of a dying light, the last gasping breath of something divine erupted into the blackness.

The beginning grew hazy sometime during the second millennia, but there was one thing, or one person, rather, that stubbornly clung to the very fringes of his memory, slipping into his subconscious for safekeeping somewhere around 1400 DR.

Their body lay broken, crumpled, cold. Chest stuttering, choking on the blood rising in their delicate throat, and Raphael knew terror for the first time.

It still haunted his sleep, festered in a dark corner in the back of his mind, waiting for an opportunity to remind him of all he had won and then lost in his quest for everything.

“No…” Bloodied feathers and shattered bones, he tried to hold them together, put them back into one piece as if it could save them. “Hold on, my dear.” This fear on his face, it was a new emotion to them, one that they would remember a hundred lifetimes from now if only in the deepest reaches of unconsciousness.

They made an awful sound, thick, congealed blood pooling in their mouth as they tried to speak.

“G-Go, Raphael…it’s a trap.” Skin was already turning cold, fingertips icy as they weakly brought them to his cheek. “Mephisto…he—”

“Hells with him, I’ll kill him for this. I swear.” Rage burned unrestrained behind fiery eyes they had grown to love, despite every sense telling them to do otherwise. A forbidden attraction, a dance between the infernal and the divine, a collision between the Heavens and the Hells. They had both been damned from the start. They knew this. It had not stopped them.

“You won’t. Please…go, live. We will meet again.” His rage subsided to sorrow, feeling their once immortal life drain from them faster than sand through an hourglass, faster than the Styx through Avernus. His eyes grasped theirs, searching, pleading, bargaining, but both knew it was too late. Stripped of their invulnerability by the very Gods that had gifted it to them, Death would make a move soon. There was one thing left to say, a final deal, their last promise. Gently, they guided his face closer to their own, voice diminishing as a numbness climbed into their very soul.

“In the next life.”

Raphael wept for the first and last time.

—-

Whatever souls are made of, some are awfully persistent.

When theirs had departed for a more distant realm, it was some decades before it graced the material plane again.

They kept true to their promise; Raphael did meet them in their next life, albeit in another form, another face. It did not matter to either, their essence was still there, still the same. In that second life, they had managed to hold on to their memories of the one before, remembered the centuries they had spent together. The first, which they had spent the better half trying desperately to kill one another. The second, when they started to realise why they never could succeed. And the third, where they paid the price for his arrogance and ambition, slaughtered by his own father to teach his unruly son a cruel lesson.

Whatever you earn, I will steal. Whatever you have, I can take. What is yours, is also mine.

When their mortal life ran its course, they found him again in the next. And the next, and the next. He loved them in every single one, however they appeared to him, wherever they had come from. He cherished them entirely, stood beside them as they grew old, mourned their deaths that felt like they were coming faster and faster as the years stretched on, and waited for them to knock on his door once again.

Until they started to stop remembering, until it took him searching for them to elicit any memories at all. Until only echoes of the past remained.

Every reincarnation remembered less than the last.

Sometimes, he would miss reincarnations entirely. In these lifetimes, he would wonder what had become of them, whether they taken another lover, whether any visions of him and their past entanglements haunted them in the void of the night like they did him. During these lapses, the near misses, Raphael would find himself beginning to grow hazy on the details himself. An amalgamation of lives, a collection of personalities that were so similar but also just slightly distinct from one another, made it difficult to hold on to what was original. What he was looking for.

Eventually, it had been nearly a thousand years.

A thousand years of solitude, a thousand years to forget.

Raphael’s heart hardened once again. He became the devil he knew, the creature he was born to be. Cruelness returned, contracts were formed, and souls were traded year after year.

But he did not come across theirs again. He was not sure if he would even recognise it anymore.

By the mid-1400s, any lasting hope of finding them diminished entirely. Wherever in this existence they wandered, they would simply pass as hollow ships in the night, each unaware of the other.

Raphael accepted this, and got on with his work.

[chapter 2]

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[acefiree]

𝗯𝗮𝘆! 𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 | surprise

Raphael ✷ fem! reader ( friends to lovers ) MASTERLIST

ᕦ(๏益๏)ᕥ: this is my first 'insert reader' so I'm still learning. SO PLS DON"T COME FOR ME! With that being said, you are the baby sister of April, and this will be set four months after the 2014 bay! movie. and since the title is called 'surprise' just read to find out the rest :) my warning tags will tell you what to expect!

( this was a chapter from my book ‘pom’ on wp, so if you recognize it, don’t worry it’s not stolen lol. My book is recently being edited and I took this scene out and was just gonna leave it sitting building dust bunnies, but then I was like “why not make it a reader insert instead and let people enjoy it?” so here yah go!! )

WARNINGS: fluff, fem! reader, short reader, size difference, first kiss?, potty mouth reader, pining raph, established friendship, reader wears glasses, pineapple pizza, aged-up characters!, and if you squint NSFW.

╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ YOUR FEET CARRY YOU hurriedly through the obscure alley, the only sounds that can be heard are your heavy breathing and harsh footsteps on the damp concrete below. Your heart pounds in your chest, feeling as if it might break through the cavity as adrenaline courses through your veins. It is the only thing that motivates you to keep going.

You were running for, what seemed to be, your life.

You wore a loose black tank top and a pair of maroon tights to match, feet sporting a pair of black shoes, and your hair was pulled back. It was not your ideal choice of clothing, but it was the only type that was flexible enough for you to move freely without getting in your way, and the dark shades and colors helped you blend in with the shadows of the night.

You nearly slip and fall as you come to a dead-end in the alley and let out a silent curse under your breath. You can hear movement behind you, growing closer quickly. You knew there were only a few seconds before he caught up and finished what he started. You were almost at the checkpoint, and then you’d be home free, safe from this maniac.

You need to act, or you’d be up shits creek without a paddle.

Your gaze scans the alley walls before locking it on a fire escape. Gritting Your teeth together, you bolt for the ladder and begin climbing with a speed you didn't know was possible for your small human form. Just as you reach the top few bars, a harsh 'thunk' echoes below on the fire escape, jarring the whole thing and sending a violent shake up the metal frame.

“Mother fucker,” You whisper, lighting a fire under your ass as you try to hurry the hell up before you get caught. You grip the rooftop's ledge, feeling the brick bite into your palms as you pull yourself up."Shit shit shit," You hiss. 

 Almost there. 

As you scramble over the ledge, your foot snags on the brick which prompts you to nearly fall. With the newfound reflexes you have earned over the past four months, you tuck and roll, jumping back to your feet as you proceed to run like Karen at a black Friday sale. Your steps never falter nor waver, even when you jump on an AC unit to climb up on a different building. Every move was timed and precise and you couldn’t help but feel pride in the fact you haven’t face-planted yet.

The sound of a low grunt came from behind you, the low growl that followed sent a shiver up your spine and caused gooseflesh to rise on your skin. He’s close! And with that thought in mind, you took a hard left, nearly at the checkpoint.

Finally, after what seems like forever, you fixate your gaze on a makeshift pole in the middle of a roof only feet away. It was adorned with a tattered red cloth that flapped in the night breeze, posing as a flag. You quickly run over, yanking the tiny red flag off the pole before you throw your arms in the air, letting out a loud 'hell yeah' as you dance around with the fabric in your hands.

You made it, nothing could stop you—

You were so focused on your celebration to notice the large figure that was moving toward you from the shadows. A rather loud gasp slips past your lips as something solid hits your shoulder, and muscular arms embrace your figure as you roll across the roof, eventually landing on the ground with a thud. The weight of the figure restrained you, locking your hips on the ground as your wrists were pinned together by large, calloused hands.

When you were finally flat on your back, arms pinned above your head. The expression on your face is as sharp as a knife, annoyance bubbling in the pits of your stomach as you glare up at the figure. "Dammit, Raphael! I fucking got the flag, you asshole!"

 The corners of his mouth twitch into that familiar smirk as he stares down at you, his emerald eyes shining with amusement. "Sorry, Sweetheart, didn't see a flag."

And this is how the last four months were spent. You hated how weak you felt that day when Shredder nearly destroyed New York, and possibly the whole world. So, stupidly, you asked Master Splinter to train you — what you didn't expect was for the old rat to assign his second eldest son to train you himself. It made sense, Raphael was more versed in hand-in-hand combat with his itty-bitty forks, but he could be such an ass sometimes.

At first, it was terrible for you. For the first few weeks, you’d come home bruised and sore. April was always fussing over your well-being, saying you were too young to die. (a little dramatic even for you), But as time went on you started to grow stronger and more agile. You were juggling college and also made time to visit the brothers. To say Raphael wasn't impressed with your drive would be a lie. 

You were determined, he'd give you that.

But on the days that you weren't training, you’d be in the lab with Donnie. The genius turtle was nice enough to help you study for your upcoming tests that would determine if you were ready to move on with your life and get the job you so longed for. You only had a few years of college left, and you were working hard, finally taking your life into your own hands and molding it into what you wanted. 

"I still beat you this time — you didn't catch me." You panted as you wriggled in his firm grip.

He was holding you gently enough not to hurt your smaller wrists, but hard enough so you couldn’t escape.

Raph just stared down at you for a moment, his eyes taking in the bead of sweat that was forming on your neck and collarbone. Your hair now sticking out from your up-do in some spots, and your eyes, which usually held a storm, seemed to glow in the dark lighting around them. You weren't wearing your glasses, which was something he liked because it gave him a chance to see your beautiful eyes better.

You stare up at him, head tilting to the side as Raphael studies you silently. It was times like these when you wondered what he was thinking. This wasn't the first time he stared at you like that.

Another second passed, and that was when you realized his grip had been lost, so you took this as your chance to turn the tables. You knew you were too small to do any damage or cause much force for his hulking form, but if there was one thing Raphael made sure to teach you, it was obstructing your opponent's balance. 

With as much strength as you can build up, you jerk your arms down, effectively knocking your elbows to his large knees. Raphael lets out a grunt of surprise as you thrust your hips up, causing him to fall forward from the unexpected move, his three-pronged hands snapping out to catch himself. During his shock at the fact, you somehow managed that, he feels two arms slip around his lower waist before you start to climb his body. 

Just as Raph went to reposition himself, he felt you plant your feet on the ground between his legs, your smaller body still pressed against his plastron, before you kick your legs up and push off the ground with your dominate side, the sudden action causing him to lose balance and fall over. 

Now straddling him, Raph had to take a moment to process what had just happened, not realizing all the training they had done had given you that much strength to be able to roll his bulking body. It was an obvious indicator that you’ve been holding back this week. 

You lean closer to his face, a sly grin slipping on your lips as his eyes widen up at you. "Pinned ya," You quote, internally giggling at the thought of using a Lion King reference in this position. 

Raphael felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest at your proximity, and he was sure if you got any closer, you’d hear it. He opens and closes his mouth for a moment, unable to form a proper sentence as his heart thumped in his ears, blood rushing through his veins and causing him to grow hot. Before he could die from sheer embarrassment at the fact you had this effect over the tough-guy front he held, a loud beep came from his shell.

You took a moment to process he was now staring at you expectingly, and with a rushed apology, you climbed off and adjusted your take top that had risen. Raphael made you messy, and messy made things dangerous. It took a moment for you to settle your heart as you inhaled deeply, eyes drifting to the brute as he sat back up and pulled out his T-Phone.

Raphael stands as he clears his throat, eyes locked on the screen while typing a quick response to whoever texted him before looking back at you. Back was his usual confidence as a wolfish smirk twitched at the corner of his scarred lips, "Hey Doll, how 'bout we call it a night and head back to the lair?" He glances over your form as if he has no control over his own eyes. "Mikey got yer' favorite pizza,"

That last comment had your eyes rounding in delight, a grin forming on your face. "Pineapple?" 

Raphael grimaces, "Yeah, Pineapple," The terrapin still couldn’t understand the thought of pineapple on pizza. It just didn't sound appetizing, though, he's never dared to try it. 

You were now smiling so big, it made the skin on your face glow in the light from the moon, reflecting the soft light of the stars. It was like a heavenly vision of perfection. Raphael felt as though his brain short-circuited for a moment as you said, "You don't have to tell me twice,"

Raphael could only blink as you quickly ran off, heading to the ladder so you could indulge in your strange choice of Pizza. 

"Red, I don't understand why I have to wear this stupid thing just to get a slice of pizza." You complained about the millionth time since you entered the sewers, your nose scrunched underneath the stinky fabric of the pillowcase. You had only got to the fire escape before the bara of a turtle stopped you, claiming if you wanted to eat your lovely pizza, then you had to follow some rules.

Which was ridiculous, but you wanted that damn pizza, and you’d do anything for it. Food was the way to your heart.

Raph rolled his eyes, catching your shoulder when you almost tripped over your own feet. "Jus’ trust me," Is all he says.

Upon entering the lair, his green eyes lock on his three brothers. Donnie stands beside Leo, knowing grins on both of their faces while Mikey is practically buzzing on his feet, his lips rolling into his mouth as he tries to suppress the chortles that are building up. They all watch silently as Raphael escorts you across the lair before pulling you to an open door, and nudging you inside a room with his knuckles.

Raphael could feel the nerves start to web around his heart, turning his attention to his brothers as they entered the room with you both. He felt so out of his element here, never being the type of guy to give someone a surprise that he had worked so hard on. Raph’s eyes slowly drift to his older brother, looking for an out but was only met by an encouraging nod and knowing smirk from the leader as they locked eyes.

Shit. Raphael swallows thickly, his palms feeling sweaty as he reaches over and grabs the top of the pillowcase, pulling it off in one swift movement.

It takes a moment for Your eyes to adjust, but when they do, you instantly start scanning around, taking in the room as Mikey throws his arms in the air with a wide grin on his face, "Surprise, Babette!!"

Your mouth slacks in awe at the sight, forehead creasing in confusion as you turn to look up at Raphael. An anxious look is on his face as he stares down at you, watching your reaction, lips flat.

"I-Is this for me?"

The largest terrapin nods, "Yeah..."

You can’t believe what you were looking at. The room was a rather cute setup, which looked like an attempt at a teenage girl’s bedroom. There was a stack of box palettes in the corner of the room, multiple thick blankets folded as a makeshift mattress, and pillows neatly leaning against the concrete wall (which looked oddly similar to the ones back in your bedroom). A few other things, like your stuffies—fucking embarrassing—and your bean bag chair, you recognized.

They made a room for you, and you had the inkling idea that your sister helped.

You felt a smile on your lips, knowing the guys most likely took these things from the apartment to set this up, but you honestly didn't care. You were more touched by the fact that they took the time to even do this for you.

Your eyes followed Mikey as he rushed around the room, shell nearly knocking a few things over as he spun around to face you with his candid grin, his blue eyes twinkling.

"So whatcha think, Babe?"

You didn't know what to say, "You guys did this for me?"

Leo smirked across at Raph, who was seeming to have trouble answering for himself at the moment, to caught up in the endearing look on your face, "We helped, but it was mainly Raph who planned it, and April gave us the stuff –  We all agreed that since you spend most of your time here, you need a room of your own so you're not sleeping on the couch."

Raphael lets out a long breath that he didn’t know he was holding as he watches your face brighten with a smile. He tries to gather his bearings as you slowly turn your attention back to him, the smile on your lips only curving higher, and he feels like one of his Sia’ pierces his heart at the sudden ache of wanting to touch overwhelms him.

Leo shares a silent look with Donnie, jerking his chin toward the kitchen before motioning for Mikey to come with them, and the three leave to give you both some privacy. You pay no mind to their departure as you glance away and walk deeper into the room, your eyes wide as you take everything in. It honestly wasn't bad, and it was honestly way better than your room topside. You can’t stop the smile that continues to grow on your face.

Raphael, who tracks your every move, takes a seat on the bed carefully being mindful of his weight. His eyes watch as you pretty much touch everything, your expression looking like a kid shopping for candy. It isn't until your gaze locks on a movie that you snap out of your reverie state.

You snatch up the movie and turn to face him, holding it between your fingers as a smirk replaces your smile, "Batman?"

He gives you a crooked smirk, gaze playfully sharpening only a little. "I only watched it once,"

You let your eyes dance around the room for a second, a mock look of curiosity growing on your face, "Did you bring breath mints too?" You question, referring to your first encounter with the brute. That night you and April discovered their existence; not only did you make a jab at his breath, but you also said he sounded constipated when attempting the Batman voice. It was a moment that was forever burned in both of your memories.  

A chuckle vibrates from his chest, "Shut up," His face shifts as he looks down.

You felt like a mess as you stood beside the shelf, the movie lying limp in your grasp as your heart went thump, thump, thump. All you could do was inhale through your nose as a new mood filled the atmosphere, and your heart started to insist on beating out of your chest the longer you stared at Raphael. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, his gaze finding his tattered shorts more interesting as he played with a drawstring that hung from the waistband. You made a mental note to get him some new clothes for his upcoming birthday.

Maybe it was the hit you took tonight, or the fact he had done something so, so sweet for you, but you couldn’t explain the feeling that suddenly takes hold of your body as your feet decide for you and begin moving in the terrapin's direction.

Being the observant ninja he is, Raphael quickly jerked his gaze upward upon hearing your light footsteps, his mask shifting as you came to a stop in front of him. If his heart was racing before, it was pounding now. With a soft smile, you reach a hand up, eyes searching his own for those walls he tended to build in moments of vulnerability. When you saw no indication of him doing such, you closed the gap and placed your hand on his cheek, your thumb softly rubbing the texture of his unique skin.

Raphael rarely showed his soft side around anyone, but it was times like these when he did, that you took advantage of it. Spending nearly every day with somebody for over four months, you end up learning a lot about them. Especially Raph, who could be really easy to read if you knew just what to look for.

At your touch, His eyes grow slightly hooded as he stares up at you, his breath catching in his throat as the muscles in his neck twitch, "Trouble…" His gravelly voice is surprisingly soft, softer than you’d ever heard from him before.

Raphael usually radiated power, his towering body just demanding attention as he walked into a room. Yet in this moment, all that exuding power was sucked dry the moment you touched him. This gives you the courage to lean in closer to him, gaze traveling over his face, taking in every scar and imperfection as you grow closer to him. You felt your heart rate spike when his eyes dropped to your lips and suddenly, they grew a shade darker, pupils dilating. His large hands slowly reach up and wrap around your waist, tugging your smaller figure closer to him.

The second he brought you closer, a small breathy sound came from your lips and your hands landed flat on the top part of his plastron. Raphael couldn’t help the deep rumble that vibrated out of his chest as your scent engulfed him, the vines of your favorite shampoo and body wash, mixed with the sweet sweat from your workout out was fogging his mind as it wrapped around and squeezed.

He felt the primal instinct to just reach up, bury his beak in the soft flesh of your neck and just taste.

Gripping the loose fabric of your tank top, he felt the tips of his fingers graze the soft skin just under the edge, and that feeling alone made his desires more severe. He licked his lips, intense gaze on your mouth as you mimicked his movement subconsciously. He smirked at that, realizing you were paying just as much attention to him as he was to you. Raphael was never good with his words, actions were more his way of expressing how he felt. That was why he made you a room, so you could have your own space, and maybe want to stick around longer (though you already practically lived there) he wanted you in the lair, so he knew you were safe from anything and everything. He was fucking crazy for you, and the thought made him tighten his hold around your waist as another churr vibrated from his chest.

Your body felt like it was on fire, a shiver going down your spine when you heard that deep rumble. What was that? You had thought when you heard it. None of the brothers had ever made a noise like that before, and you’d definitely be googling it, or asking Donnie about it later.

Even while standing, the hothead was an inch taller, his thick arms flexing as he all but pressed you against him, his legs spread and inviting you in. He hunched only a smidge, bulking form swallowing you as he dropped his snout to your neck as if he could no longer resist. You closed your eyes at the skin-to-skin contact, chills running through you as euphoria filled your brain. Was this what it was like to have him touch? Because if was, you’d get on your hands and knees, begging for him to do it again if that’s what it took.

“Raphael,” You whisper as you place a hand on the nape of his neck, your hands trailing his pebbled skin before stopping where his shell met his back. His body trembled at the touch to the sensitive skin. You crane your neck so he can have better access while he sniffs and nips at your soft skin. There was a tiny moan at the tip of your tongue when he trails up, leaning back just enough to hover his mouth over yours.

Raphael’s mind was reeling when he heard how you said his name in a breathless whisper, and he felt his tail twitch. The sight of your body pressed against him had a rough rumble coming from him once more, and the fact you were so small against his larger form didn’t help in the slightest. The size difference was blatantly obvious, yet somehow, you fit together perfectly.

Minds alike, they both want more. No. You both need more.

And just before your lips meet, a voice stops you both.

"Pizza's ready!"

Dammit Michelangelo.

You both instantly snap back into reality, and you nearly fall on your butt from how quickly you move away. Your mouth parts as you stare at Raphael, not knowing what to say or do at that moment. Your heart was pounding so strongly that you feared it would break your ribcage.

Raphael was your best friend, and you almost kissed him.

Rough features stared back at you, eyes slightly wide as he was unable to form words. He feared that he had just imagined it all. There was no way a girl like you would ever want to kiss a mutant like him, but as soon as a smile began to blossom on your face and you gave him a shy look followed by an amused giggle, he knew what just happened wasn't his imagination.

And so, he did what he always wanted to do from the first moment you opened that smartass mouth of yours and popped off.

In one swift movement, he was standing up and moving across the room toward you, his strong hands grabbing the sides of your face as he bent lower and crushed your lips together in a hungry kiss. You didn't hesitate to return the gesture. You slant your head as lips move quickly against his, hands falling onto the front of his hard plastron. You felt yourself move forward and step on his feet, leaning up on the tips of your toes, trying to deepen the kiss as his hands fell to your lower back, pulling you up.

Raphael began to walk you back wards and when your back touched the wall, that was when you snapped back to reality, and all movement seized as you slowly pulled your lips from his, eyes locking as chests rose and fell at a rapid pace.

Raphael stares down at you, one bulking arm bracing the wall beside your head as his eyes quickly scan your reaction, expecting to see regret and disgust pooling in those pretty eyes he had begun to love so much. Yet, as he stared at you, he realized you weren't looking at him like that at all, no, your eyes were clouded with what seemed to be admiration.

As if you could read his thoughts and hear all his insecurities, you reached up and ran your hands over his masked face, pulling him by the hanging tails to capture his lips in another kiss. This one is a lot softer than the first. And as you pull away again, three words leave your lips that sent his heart into a beating frenzy and made a toothy grin spread across his face.

"I love you,"

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Addams! AU snippet 9: 'Lair Games 3- Sewer Gator Salom'

FULL CREDIT TO WRITER NEWFALLENLEAVES AS ALWAYS!!!!!! SHE DID A WONDERFUL JOB ON ALL THE LAIR GAMES SNIPPETS AND I APPRECIATE AND LOVE HER ENDLESSLY FOR IT!!!!! GO GIVE HER SOME LOVE!

Felt like making some fluff for this snippet sooooo..... have some Bonding time for Mikey and Raph <3 playing Mario kart...

> T-CEST/PROSHIP/NEUTRALS DNI! FUCK OFF, EAT GLASS

Full snippet below the cut! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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“Remember,” said Donnie, “Stay in the boat.”

Raph gave a grunt that could have been either acknowledgment or annoyance, it was hard to tell. He kept his stare fixated on the murky water in the tunnel ahead of them. From somewhere down the shadowed corridor echoed the sound of sloshing water and guttural hisses.

Above them, safe on a maintenance platform that was riveted to the sewer wall, April trained her camera on the same tunnel that Raph was fixated on. The beam from her camera was hardly bright enough to illuminate anything other than the immediate area, so the tunnel remained shrouded. Even so, Donnie could see the mechanism in the lens focusing and retracting as she tried to zoom in and catch a shot of what lay in the darkness beyond.

“So they’re like pets?” she asked.

“They’re not tame enough to be considered such, no,” said Donnie. He adjusted the rudder. “We just make sure they have enough food to support their broods. And we keep exits to the drainage tunnels shut, so they can’t escape into the wild.”

“And why, exactly, does your family like to maintain a colony of sewer gators?”

“Keep out humans,” said Raph. “And for wrestling practice.”

“Yes, Raph does enjoy agitating the gators and tussling with them every once in a while,” said Donnie. “Which he is not going to do today, right Raphael?”

Raph shot him a dirty look. “I would win.”

“We all know that,” said Donnie. “But the point of today is to make sure our team wins. Both of us, in the boat, crossing the finish line. Those are the rules.”

Leo smirked as he set the oars in place on the boat he and Mikey shared. “Last year, Raph almost ditched our chances when he tried to dive overboard just to wrestle the alpha.”

“He looked at me funny,” said Raph.

“And I’m glad you had it in you to forgive him, otherwise we wouldn’t have won and I would have been angry with you all year,” said Leo.

“I still don’t see why we have to decide the teams with rock-paper-scissors,” Mikey grumbled. “I always lose the first round, and I never get to be on Raph’s team.”

“Don’t worry, little brother,” said Leo. “Things are going to be different this year.”

“Bold claim from the boat that doesn’t have Raph,” said Donnie.

“Mikey deserves a win.” Leo smiled. “So I promised him one.”

April quirked an eyebrow at the confidence in his voice. Even though this was the first time she’d witnessed the Lair Games, she’d heard enough of the boys’ explanations and retellings to have an understanding of how the events worked. Apparently, Raph was undefeated when it came to Sewer Gator Slalom.

Unlike a typical slalom, there was no set course and the waterway lacked any markers or flags for the teams to loop their boats around. Instead, the ‘slalom’ part of the game referred to dodging the gators themselves, as they were abnormally large, aggressive, and protective of their territory.

Raph, however, was able to keep any of the oversized alligators from attacking his boat just by sheer intimidation. He would growl at any of the approaching predators and lash out, chasing them away before they could attack. It left a clear path for the boat to sail easily through the tunnel, so whichever brother happened to be on his team was guaranteed a win.

Donnie latched an oar into its eyelet and swung it experimentally. He caught the side of Leo and Mikye’s boat, making it jostle in the water. “Mikey wins the firecracker game every year, so there’s nothing wrong with Raph having a signature event.”

“Except when I never get to be on his team!” Mikey fumed.

“Funny, you don’t seem to care about teams when it comes to your relay of chaos,” said Donnie.

“You all could still try and run if you wanted, you’re just too slow to keep up with me and you know it!”

“Shh-shh,” said Leo. “You’re riling up the gators.”

Sure enough, the booming echoes of the argument bouncing off the tunnel walls seemed to have increased the amount of splashing and hissing coming from the waterway. Leo turned the spotlight lantern on the prow of the boat towards the sounds. The beam caught a flash of a massive spiked and scaly tail as it disappeared beneath the surface.

Donnie watched as April leaned over the safety railing – probably trying to get a closer shot of the giant alligators. “If you go in headfirst, I’m not diving after you,” he called up to her.

“Are you sure I can’t ride along? Get a closer shot?” she asked.

“We need a perfect winner’s photo as we cross the finish line in victory,” said Leo. He struck a pose. “Be sure to get my good side.”

“You don’t have a good side,” said Mikey.

“Don’t worry about trying to get Mikey in the photo,” said Leo.

“I’m gonna torch your room,” said Mikey.

“Try it, and I will chuck you overboard before we get to the first archway.”

“Ah, team-building banter,” said Donnie. “Please, keep at it. If you take each other out now, Raph and I can go straight to the victory lap.”

As the boys continued to bicker, Splinter clambered up the maintenance ladder to join April on the platform and unfurled the starting pennant. “First team to retrieve their flag from the alligator lair and return to cross the finish line wins the event. Both members must be present and accounted for, and all persons and appendages must remain inside the boat. No explosives, quantum engines, or portals permitted.”

“Sound like you’ve already prohibited very specific methods of cheating that would apply to each of them,” said April.

“You understand us so well already,” said Splinter. He smiled and raised his arm. “On your mark, get set, ROW!”

Leo and Mikey each heaved on their own set of oars, while Donnie manned one array on his boat and extended the spider arms from his battleshell to reach the second. Raph never did any rowing. He crouched at the bow, eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling intermittently in his throat.

With their boat riding higher in the water due to less weight, Leo and Mikey pulled ahead. Beyond them, tell-tale swells in the water outlined the shape of three submerged alligators as the first defenders of the lair veered towards the boat that was in the lead.

Leo hauled forward on one oar and back on the other, sending the boat into a sharp turn that would steer them out of the way. One gator turned to follow, while the other two swerved toward Raph and Donnie instead.

Raph’s growl crescendoed. One alligator diverted aside, heading back toward the first boat.

But the other, heftier and bolder than its companions, continued on a beeline towards them, its mouth gaping.

Raph bared his teeth, growled, and punched at the gator’s head.

The heavy smack snapped the reptile’s jaw sideways, and more than one tooth went skimming across the surface of the water. The gator let out what could only be called a yelp – a sound Donnie hadn’t known they were capable of – and veered sharply away, its nose crooked and bloody.

Donnie smirked as the waterway in front of them cleared.

Deeper into the lair, the situation only compounded. More alligators slinked off their concrete shoreline nests to crowd the water, torpedoing toward Leo and Mikey the moment they heard Raphs snarls or caught sight of his bared teeth. Soon, Donnie and Raph had pulled neatly into the lead while Mikey and Leo were slowed by the ever-growing swarm of gators encircling their boat. They practically had no clear water to steer through anymore.

Donnie gave them a sarcastic salute with one of his spidershell arms.

The far end of the tunnel was now in sight, and Donnie could see the flag dangling from its hook. No alligators blocked their way, this would be an easy snatch–

“Hey, Raa-aaph!”

Several yards behind them on the other boat, Leo dangled Mrs. Cuddles over the stern of his boat, the tip of one stuffed, rainbow ear pinched between his fingertips.

Raph gasped.

“Wait, Raph, no!” said Donnie. “That’s not your real Cuddles, it’s a decoy, don’t fall for it–"

Leo dropped the stuffie.

Mrs. Cuddles hit the surface, and the water churned with snapping teeth and thrashing jaws.

Raph dove headfirst overboard, thrashing through the water with all the grace of an elephant in a bathtub. He charged into the center of the mass of alligators, bellowing, throwing punches and kicks as well as was possible in twelve feet of murky sewer water. Gators snapped and writhed all around him, sending up geysers that caught Donnie in their spray, drenching him and slogging the bottom of the boat.

At the center of the living maelstrom, shredded pieces of colorful fabric and clots of sogged stuffing spread across the surface like the detritus of a shipwreck.

Before Donnie could even holler for his brother to get back here – to salvage the whole situation – an alligator rammed into his Raph-less, defensless vessel. It capsized.

The only consolation Donnie had was that Leo and Mikey weren’t far behind in taking a dunk with him.

Long minutes later, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey all finally managed to extricate themselves from the frenzy of the alligator lair and flounder back to the starting line. They dragged themselves dripping back onto the walkways.

“I hope you’re happy,” said Donnie, fixing Leo with a scathing glare.

Leo wrung out his mask tails. “I think Gator Wrestling should be a new event for next year.”

“That’ll just be another category for Raph to win!” said Mikey.

“If there are even any alligators left,” said April. She was panning her camera across the water. “I think you may have inadvertently decimated your colony.”

Scales, claws, and teeth floated across the surface. The growls and hisses from the gators had faded to almost nothing. From the darkened archway of the reptile lair came a nasty crack, followed by a heavy splash.

Silence.

Out of the darkness, the bulky form of a familiar snapping turtle came cutting through the canal. Raph slogged up onto the walkway, the lower half of a gator’s jaw in one hand and the remains of Mrs. Cuddles’ ear in the other. He stomped toward Leo.

“Hey, buddy,” said Leo. “Guess what? Donnie was right, that was just a decoy. Your real Mrs. Cuddles is totally safe back in–gaaahh!”

The newest event added to the Lair Games was not, in fact, Gator Wrestling.

Instead, it was Punt-a-Leo.

#addams! tmnt au #rottmnt au #addams! leo #addams! mikey #rottmnt #addams! donnie #addams! raph #rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt fanart #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles au #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise raph #rottmnt april #rottmnt art #addams! april #addams! splinter #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #cw animal violence #cw animal death #cw violence #cw blood #cw gore #NewFallenLeaves #addams! writing #tmnt april #tmnt art #tmnt au #tmnt fanart

[dalgursbate]

make a mess, lioness (3/?)

Summary: It's much easier to get the upper hand in a negotiation when you're the one on top. Or, Tav reads Raphael's diaries.

WC: 10,101 Rating: E Pairing: M/F, Raphael/Tav

part 1 || part 2

If she’s being very honest with herself, Tav knows this is a terrible idea.

She’s toying with a devil—a devil who, against all odds, is fixated on her in some way, which makes him even more dangerous than he would be otherwise.

This is a terrible idea.

But it’s hard to resist the intoxicating power she feels at the thought of Raphael sitting furiously in his own lust, unwilling to admit how desperately he wants her. Craving her, yearning for her, needing to touch her so badly he would give her anything she asked.

And she knows he wants her; the chain-breaking hammer that currently sits in her party’s traveling chest confirms it.

Still, she perhaps has less of a game plan than she is trying to let on, teasing him like this.

That thought doesn’t make her stop, of course, not with Haarlep’s skilled tongue inventing news sins against her flesh. Doesn’t make her stop the third time she cums, or the fifth, or the tenth. Doesn’t make her stop until she is shivering so hard she can barely keep her hands in Haarlep’s hair.

“Ah–I think I might need a break,” she says with no idea how long they’ve been at it.

“Oh, boo,” the incubus says, pouting attractively with Raphael’s face. “And here I was, just getting started.”

Tav laughs and pats his cheek companionably. She walks on shaky legs over to the pile of her clothes and dresses as quickly as she is able when so many of her bones have turned to gelatin. She’s been visiting Haarlep for a week, wondering how long it will take for Raphael to intervene in her use of his body. Frankly, Tav is surprised that no one at the House of Hope has stopped her from conducting this little experiment, but she figures the fact that they haven’t is her gain.

She bids the incubus farewell and returns to her camp, feeling open and tender and raw from having been lavished with Haarlep’s attentions for so long. She plans to retire for the evening a bit early, to have a glass of Ithbank and unwind while she gives her body time to recover from the assault on its senses.

Her plans change quickly, however, when not twenty minutes after her return she begins feeling phantom caresses over the skin of her legs. She’s in the middle of catching up with Gale when it happens, and her words cut off abruptly.

“Tav? Is something wrong?” Gale asks, face the picture of genuine concern. No one in her party knows about her deal with Haarlep, nor her recent diversions to the House of Hope, and she prefers to keep it that way. They have questioned, sure, why Tav disappears every so often, as well as how she acquired the Orphic Hammer, but she is pretty confident she hasn’t given them any reason to suspect the truth of the situation. She especially hopes that is true for Gale, who lobbied so hard for them not to get involved with the devil.

“No, merely tired from our last battle,” Tav lies, ashamed of how easily it leaps to her lips. “I think I am going to lie down.”

Except. Except it is hard to focus on walking when she feels teeth grazing her inner thigh, when she can feel breath ghosting so close to her sex. Her knees buckle and she falls, Gale rushing to help her up with worry etched plainly onto his features.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she mutters as he aids her walk over to her tent. “Just feeling a little woozy.”

So that’s what it feels like when Haarlep uses her form, she thinks. And, if Haarlep is using her form, then that means…she tries to smother the grin that rises to her lips, but is unsuccessful. Gale looks at her like she’s insane.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Peachy keen,” she replies tightly, trying very hard to hold in a squeak as a tongue runs up the center of her. Normally, she would welcome the intrusion, especially knowing that it comes from Raphael submitting to his desire for her. Right now, though, when she has exhausted every last ounce of her energy, when Haarlep has devoured her so entirely, well. It rather feels like someone is playing the marimba on her nerve endings. “Really, I just need to rest.”

Gale looks at her skeptically, but does not question her further as he leaves her alone in her tent. Tav is endlessly grateful for that mercy, because she quickly finds herself biting her pillow to muffle the agonized noises escaping her mouth. What is happening between her thighs, what Raphael is doing between her thighs, is brilliant and blinding in its intensity. It is torturous, the way he sucks on her clit before circling it with his tongue. It simultaneously makes her ache for her release and for the sensation to stop altogether. She feels like her body is poised to strike, adrenaline flooding her veins as she tries to stay calm in the face of Raphael’s abuse of her poor, overstimulated cunt.

Tav finds herself rapidly approaching climax for the umpteenth time today, and she squirms against the floor of her tent as she anticipates it crashing over her. She dares not help bring it about herself, her body still too sensitive for even the illusory contact, let alone actual touch. Part of her, too, wants to focus entirely on how incredible Rapahel’s mouth feels; she is shocked that he is even bothering to pleasure her like this, with how she has teased him so mercilessly.

The reason for his generosity becomes apparent, however, when she loses the feeling of his tongue against her moments before her orgasm overtakes her. Rat bastard, she thinks, as a flush comes high to her cheeks. She can’t help but whine into the pillow she holds between her teeth, her body twisting fruitlessly in search of contact that will not come. Her release has been ruined entirely in its denial, fizzling out like ale gone flat.

Apparently, Raphael has found a way to punish her for her insubordination. Tav wants to be upset, but she can’t help but find his method of retribution blisteringly hot. Which, frankly, makes it more frustrating that he won’t let her cum.

It only gets worse as time goes on, the feeling of his cock teasing against her entrance (and, Gods, she’s been craving for it to split her in half again all week), stretching her slowly, filling her up but never satisfying her the way she needs. Every thrust sends her spiraling closer to senselessness, his thick shaft nudging something delicious and hungry inside of her and driving her a little more mad.

She wishes she could pull away from the intensity of it, could be given some reprieve from the way painful shocks of pleasure spark all over her body. She knows Raphael won’t give it to her, though, and she supposes this is what she deserves for the way she has exploited his connection to Haarlep. Tav has no choice but to lie there and take it, to be a moaning, whimpering mess at the hands of her phantom lover. So she does, allowing herself to succumb to his touch in hopes of waiting him out. She submits herself to the exquisite anguish he is subjecting her to, stifling her moans as best she can so as not to alert her companions.

But then it just keeps going, past the point where thinks she cannot stand it anymore and then a little further still. Suddenly, Tav is struck by an awful realization: Raphael’s not going to stop, not until she gives him what he wants. He will simply keep her in this overwhelming twilight of frustrated desire until she is driven insane or capitulates to his whims. Unfortunately, what he wants is something she is unable to offer, which means she will simply have to withstand his efforts for as long as she can.

Tav reaches clumsily for a potion of angelic slumber, praying that Raphael’s spectral caress will not interrupt her magic-induced sleep. Hopefully, the liquid will allow her body to heal from Haarlep’s ministrations so she can better endure Raphael's glorious, excruciating abuse. She manages to uncork the potion, but to her horror, the bottle falls with a thump as her trembling fingers fail to keep it within their grasp. Its contents spill all over the ground, and she groans into her hands. Shit. That was their only one, too.

Tav fumbles for a healing potion instead, not sure whether it will even do anything when she is technically uninjured. She somehow manages to bring the bottle to her lips to take a tentative sip of it, the bitter liquid burning an uncomfortable line down her throat. Her heart pounds as she waits to see if it will help. After a few seconds, she feels it settle uselessly in her stomach, and Tav only barely suppresses the urge to rip her hair out by the fistful.

She briefly debates asking Shadowheart to cast Lesser Restoration on her, or maybe Calm Emotions, but the thought of confessing to the problem she currently faces is even less appealing than the prospect of dying of sexual torture. Very quickly she has exhausted her list of ideas, and all she has to show for it is two fewer potions to use in her fight against the Absolute. Tav presses the heels of her hands to her eyes and takes a deep, shuddering breath while she tries not to cry.

The way Raphael is fucking her feels like being skinned alive. It lights her nerves ablaze and makes her toss and turn as her body both arcs towards, and tries to shrink away from, the illusory contact. And she has no idea when it will end. No idea if it will end.

She’s an idiot, she realizes, for ever having thought that Raphael wouldn’t find a way to regain the upper hand. For expecting there to be no consequences for her flirtation with evil. As she feels the inhuman ridges of his cock drag against her insides, making her yelp and squeal into her pillow as she tries futilely to remain quiet, she starts to think maybe giving him the Crown would be preferable to this torment.

The thought worms its way deep into her brain, intrusive and inextricable as the tadpole that spells her death sentence. She could give him the Crown, she thinks. She could steal her contract later, or Hells, slaughter the bastard if it comes to it. Anything, anything to dispel the haze of pleasure that is currently attempting to suffocate her.

Tav struggles up onto her hands and knees and searches frantically in her bag for a gift Haarlep gave her earlier in the week. After what feels like several minutes of panicked fumbling, her stuttering fingers eventually find the charmed coin. Haarlep had told her it would take her directly to the boudoir, but she hasn’t yet tried it, unsure whether she could trust the incubus. Now, she is desperate, and she figures that if it sends her to the bottom of the Chionthar then at least this will finally be over.

Tav speaks the words that they taught her, “Dedo me peccato,” and her vision is suddenly obscured entirely by a choking gray smoke that smells of cherries and sulfur. Then, it dissipates, and she finds herself standing in Raphael’s bedroom once more.

The first thing Tav sees is herself, or a facsimile thereof, screaming and writhing at Raphael’s touch on the bed. Raphael looks up and grins at her, sharp and full of teeth.

Tav expects him to demand the Crown, the Hammer, to demand something from her in exchange for ending her delirium. But he doesn’t, just tells her to lie on the bed. She doesn’t trust it, not really, but her wits are too frayed at the ends to do anything but comply.

Soon, he is looming over her, his deliciously toned body just inches from hers.

“So needy,” Raphael whispers, sounding almost like a prayer the way it spills from his unholy mouth. “Tell me again how badly you want me.”

All Tav manages is an undignified noise as her body writhes in an attempt to close the distance between them. Raphael chuckles and pins her down with his hips, keeping her still and flooding her senses with him all at once.

“Tell me,” he hisses, lip curling up in a snarl. Tav moans, then. She tries to look anywhere except his eyes but finds herself incapable of it.

“I want you, Raphael,” Tav gasps, squirming in his grasp with the ache to touch. “I want you, I want you.”

“Is that why you’ve been toying with me, little sorcerer?” His voice is like silk, like running water, like everything cool and smooth and lovely in the world as it envelops her, even as she hears the threat evident in his words.

“Yes,” Tav admits, eyes squeezing shut to try to focus her mind, and through the cloud of lust she begins to feel something akin to fear. At what he might ask of her now that she is so entirely at his disposal. It occurs to her that the Crown may not be the only thing he’s after.

“Hmmm,” Raphael hums, and uses one hand to force her head to the side and bare her neck. He runs his tongue up it, and Tav all but screams. “Don’t you think I ought to punish you for that?”

“Please, please no,” she begs, unsure if she can take any more of his torment. The tears that have been threatening to fall from her eyes finally do, racing hot and humiliating down her cheeks. Raphael inhales sharply, and she can feel his cock twitch against her hip. She keeps her eyes closed, daring not to look at him, too afraid to see what expression flits across his features.

“Ah, it seems our impudent little mouse has learned the word ‘please,’” Raphael murmurs playfully, before his tongue chases one of Tav’s tears. “If not a punishment, then what you want must be a contract.”

Tav whimpers.

“I’ll strike you a deal, little mouse. Or, perhaps it would be more accurate to call it a wager,” Raphael’s voice is dark and full of promise, and it sends a shiver through Tav’s overstimulated body to feel the way his breath fans across her neck. “I’ll ravish you the way you want me to, right now. I will even let you continue your childish,” he spits out the word like it’s poison, “little games with Haarlep, if you wish.”

She opens her eyes, then, and he must be able to see the naked confusion in them. “Wager?” she asks breathlessly.

“Yes, pet, a wager,” and his grin is near-feral. “If you are so confident in the hold you have over me, it should be a simple matter to win.”

“What wager?” Tav asks again, and her heart is fluttering faster than a hummingbird’s wings, beating noisy and distracting in her ears.

“A wager of seduction, my dear,” Raphael says plainly, and bites gently at the juncture of her throat. It makes Tav cry out, makes her mind slow and syrupy as she tries to process the words he is speaking. “Whoever folds first, loses. Not,” he clarifies, “mere submission, of course; how boring such a clause would render our play. But whoever first calls an end to our game shall cede victory to the other.”

Seduction? On the one hand, Tav does not know if she can survive any more of this; on the other, she does not know if she can survive without it, either. Turning it into a game might be her only chance at making it out alive.

“What–” Tav starts, struggling to think with Raphael so temptingly near to her. “What are the stakes?”

She cannot see his mouth, but she can feel the way his lips stretch devilishly against the skin of her neck. He bites her again, and the noise it compels from her is shameless. “I’m so glad you asked, little bird,” he purrs, the rumble of it making sparks dance over her flesh. Raphael lifts his head once more to look her in the eyes, and Tav can almost see the mechanisms of his mind at work behind them. But consumed as she is by desire, she cannot decipher any greater meaning. “If you win, I shall owe you a favor—ask of me anything within my power and it shall be yours, free of charge.”

“And you…what, you would win the Crown?” Tav offers, at once both hesitant and hopeful at the prospect. Raphael simply laughs at her, dark and ominous.

“Little dove, if I wanted the Crown from you, it would be mine already.” There is something she is not able to read in the way he says that, something that sits with her oddly. Tav thinks he is lying, or at least obscuring the truth, but it is impossible to tell. “No, my sweet, I want your soul. For eternity, to do with whatsoever I please.”

Tav swallows. Tries to force her brain to work, to consider the terms. It is as though her thoughts are swimming in a thick soup, and she scrunches her eyes closed to try to drown out everything else and think.

“Ah, ah,” Raphael chides, tilting her head up and brushing his thumb over her cheek, the threat of his claw scraping her lightly. “You will look at me, pet.” The combination of the contact and his words shocks her into meeting his eyes once more.

“What if I say no?” Tav asks finally, frantically searching for anything in his bottomless stare.

“Then I will simply have to keep using Haarlep to satisfy my…urges.” Raphael thrusts, once, against her hip and smirks like he knows he has triumphed already. And judging by the sob that escapes Tav at the motion, he is probably right. But maybe she can still try to salvage some leverage. Maybe she can make the odds in this game more even.

“If I say yes," Tav starts, with great difficulty. "You can't use Haarlep's copy of my form. It isn't fair."

“Hmmm, I suppose it's not. Fine. I accept those terms." Once more, he thrusts against her, this time angling his hips so that his cock drags closer to where Tav needs it. "Do we have a deal?”

“Yes,” she gasps, and he legs fall open to make space for him between them. “We have a deal.”

“Excellent,” he purrs, and in one practiced, perfect motion he guides himself inside her, burying his cock to the hilt. Tav cries out, voice hoarse and needy, as she digs her nails into his back and wraps her legs around his hips. He takes her without mercy, and finally, finally, Tav is granted the release that has been flirting just at the edges of her consciousness, taunting her from just beyond her reach. After spending so long being denied, it barrels through her like an avalanche she is powerless to stop. Her vision goes perfectly, utterly white and there is ringing in her ears; it sends incandescent motes of fire rocketing down her spine and over her skin. It is too much. It is not enough. It is perfect.

It is not until later, when she is back at her camp, that it occurs to Tav that Raphael might have agreed to her condition a little too readily. That maybe she did not fully think this through; that maybe there is more, still, up his sleeve.

She can still feel his seed leaking out of her, branding her from the inside.

Gods, she is so fucked.

#bg3 #my fic #bg3 raphael #bg3 tav #raphael/tav #haarlep/tav #bg3 haarlep #raphael/haarlep

[mightymizora]

Hey, it’s been awhile! I’m sorry your personal life has been tumultuous. My dad’s favorite advice to give in hard times was ‘this too shall pass.’ It always pissed me off, but he was, annoyingly, correct.

Now isn’t forever.

Anyhow… favorite head-canons…

Lae’zel

Githyanki are supreme predators. Their hearing and eyesight is far above a human’s but, as a result, there have been some evolutionary trade-offs. Their sense of smell is abysmal, and they don’t have any sweetness receptors on their tongues.

No two Giths’ spots are alike. In the Astral Sea, these spots glow on a wavelength of light that most other species can’t see. It’s a special bioluminescence just for them.

Lae’zel was much smaller than others in her clutch, and so she had to work twice as hard to succeed. Not only is she a skilled fighter and tactician, but she’s also a master trapper.

She has an oral fixation, though she doesn’t realize it. When she’s concentrating hard, she usually has something in her mouth, like a quill, the tip of her dagger, or her fingernails. As a result, she gives phenomenal head.

Gale

He has a tummy. Sorry, it’s the truth. He’s also got a thick treasure trail from his belly button to his ‘treasure.’

‘Dekarios’ sounds like such a Greek name to me, and all I can think of when he talks about his mother is the classic Greek mother stereotype. His mother’s significantly louder than him, and she tended to spoil him when he was younger. His mother 100% disapproved of Mystra, and it took Elminster and Gale to dissuade her from attacking the goddess on sight.

Brushing his hair is a sure way to his heart.

Wyll

His first tryst was with the son of his father’s castellan. Wyll swore up and down that he was in love, but when his father found out, he had the other boy sent away. Wyll was heartbroken.

Wyll’s a horse girl. He used to love riding as a child, and when there was little to do, he would go to the stables and work with the horses.

He’s still getting used to his horns, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that they were erogenous zone. He doesn’t like them tickled, but he really enjoys when his partner yanks his head back with them.

Orin

When she was young, and just figuring out her powers, she would change into other novices if she got in trouble. Neither Sarevok nor her mother could tell the difference. The Dark Urge could, and they beat her soundly for it. Nobody knows Orin quite like the Dark Urge does.

She’s a chronic insomniac. When she was younger, she’d wander around and scream for attention. Nobody would come.

She’s a sadist, but sex is something that terrifies her. I have some more headcanons about that, but they’re very Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

Raphael/Haarlep

Raphael hasn’t slept with mortals since Haarlep’s arrival. There’s nothing the man loves more than his own face. However, he’s often a voyeur when Haarlep has company. He comes embarrassingly quickly when Haarlep lavishes someone else and is lavished in turn. He’s a cuck.

Haarlep was Mephistopheles’s incubus before Raphael. They were sent away after angering Mephistopheles, and Raphael was the punishment. Haarlep can’t stand Raphael, and the feeling is very much mutual. Haarlep is the only one who understands Raphael, and it pisses the both of them off. It’s passive-aggressive banter and innuendo all the time with those two.

That’s really all I’ve got. Hope you enjoyed!

- 🫀

BELOVED HEART ANON. You are incredibly correct on all of these. Literally all galaxy brained takes.

I wanna give Wyll and Orin hugs and brush Gale's hair please.

#headcanons #man these are SO GOOD

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 19: Enough is Enough

Fandom: TMNT

Prompts;

Knees Buckling

Repeatedly passing out

Head lolling

And coming back around my fixations list. We have some more turtle* (*not so) angst. }:) Mikey is both Bamf and a little dark at one point? But youngest siblings can be pretty unhinged at times so… 

Mikey comes from a pretty big family. It's not a conventional family by any means, but a family nonetheless. And being the youngest could have its advantages, sure, but there were also the downsides that made him want to tear his hair out and scream at the top of his lungs. 

He loved his family, he would do anything for his family, and they didn't seem to understand that he could. That he wasn't some baby who couldn't handle himself, that he had natural talent, and good ideas and a great potential, but he was never really given the chance to prove it. So, when it just caused discontent, he stopped trying so hard. 

But now, his family was in danger. And he could be thankful that he was underestimated, because it gave him the chances he needed. People didn't seem to see that this family was full of protectors, and he was part of it. But he'd get to show them, he'd make them pay for what they'd done. And they would learn, they would learn not to cross Michaelangelo Hamato. 

…

Mikey supposed you could say this is all his fault, And even if somehow it wasnt, he'd get blamed anyway he's sure. Really it probably was his fault, with their father and the others on a training/information gathering trip, it was just the four of them and he should have been on his best guard. 

Instead he was too slow, and before even Raphael could react, they were down. Mikey thinks it may have been their quickest defeat by an enemy, he can only imagine how disappointed Master Splinter will be, if they- no when they- make it out or this. Because these guys, whoever they were, hurt his brothers. 

They'd obviously done their research, Mikey thinks as he watches them. They inject Raph with something, and almost immediately, his eyes roll and head falls forward, out like a light-They obviously know what chemicals work past their enhancements. Taking him out first was smart, because when Raph got angry it was hard to take him down, and what they did next definitely would have angered him. 

Donnie is next, which most would think a weird choice, but Donnie was a plan guy, and Leo relied on him more than people knew. They stick something to the back of his neck, and it must hurt because Donnie jerks before going stiff, then limp. He's not unconscious, but his head lulls this way and that, his eyes fogging over in a way that says 'no one home'. His face is tense though, as if in pain, and Mikey can only assume the device is somehow keeping him from thinking or doing. 

Leo has been thrashing this whole time, obviously angry, angrier than Mikeys used to seeing from his older brother. The fact they are still able to hold him down is astounding, though it could have something to do with the sword at the back of Mikey's neck. But as Mikey said, these guys have done their research, so they do Leo next, because Mikey is the youngest. 

Underestimated and labeled as the weak link, it hurts, but it's to his advantage. 

They inject Leo with- Mikey assumes- the same thing they gave Raph, but while his struggles weaken, they do not cease like Raphs had. Mikey's plan solidifies when they make their next move, none of these guys will be spared from his wrath. Not as they stab Leo. Not as the blade is pulled, covered in his brother's blood, from Leo's side. They inject him again, even though Leo has slumped-breathing harsh- and his brother's eyes close. 

Even as they simply knock Mikey over the head, not caring to take the same precautions, Mikey feels something snap inside him. As darkness encompasses his vision, his brothers’ conditions imprinted on his eyelids, he makes a promise to himself. To make these men pay, and get his brothers to safety. Even if it's the last thing he does.

…

Mikey had taken it upon himself, to learn as much as he could about taking care of people. Donnie had a lot on his shoulders most days, and Mikey wasnt stupid, he could see how the weight made him sag. So he'd subtly inserted the thought into the others' heads, because his family was full of stubborn buttheads, and watched as they'd each come up with a way to help. Raph and Leo started helping in the garage, Casey and April helped in the lab, repairs around their hideout were done together rather than forced on Donnie. And Mikey, Mikey decided being a Medic would be a big help. 

He was grateful for it now, as he used their wrapping to bind Leo's wound as best he could. He needed far more than bandages, but Mikey didn't think they'd be getting that anytime soon. He didn't know what they wanted yet, but with the three they deemed important out of commision, he wondered how they planned to get anything from them.

Unless they wanted to dissect them and see what made them tick, which… made the most sense. Master Splinter had tried to protect them from the world, tried to give them as normal a life as he could. But they were science experiments, practically super soldiers, and it made sense that others would want to use that. Even if they were just kids. 

He sat back, hands and pants bloody, and surveyed his other two brothers. 

They were all in seperate cages, three in a row- Donnie, Leo, Raph- while Mikey's own cage was beside Leos. He'd just barely been able to reach his brother, who'd been awake just long enough to scoot to the bars before he'd passed out again. But he could do nothing for Raph or Donnie. 

Donnie, whose head hangs limp, chin against his chest, before it’d sway lazily one way then the other. Occasionally Mikey would catch a glimpse of his face, when his hair shifted and head turned just so, and that look from before was really only getting worse. His eyebrows knitted, teeth clenched, but eyes dull. 

Raph was still out cold, sprawled on his side and looking pale. He'd twitch sometimes, but hadn't woken up yet. Besides the few bruises and knicks they'd all sustained, he seemed the best shape of the three, even if a bit sickly. 

They wouldn't be much help in an escape, so Mikey had to figure out how to get three limp noodles to safety. Really the only option is to incapacitate everyone in the building so no one can stand in his way. Which he had no problem with, he was looking forward to punching some lights out, to tearing through them all left and right, for stomping on their remains for thinking they could get away with this, for- 

Alright, maybe he needed to chill a little. No use in peeling faces off when his brothers needed medical attention. Mikey was a ninja, they had a code or whatever. And while he would not be holding back on these guys, his main focus needed to be his family. 

The doors across the room open, and Mikey watches their every step- eyes wide and fearful to play up the innocent youngest vibe these guys seemed to see him as. Trying to get a read on their intentions, while ironing out the details of his plan. They stop in front of his cage, which is nice because he couldn't guarantee his control would last much longer if they'd gone after the others. 

"If you quaporate, the others won't be killed now, understand?" Well, this would be easier than he thought. 

A fearful nod, a little trembling, a loving look to his brothers, and these guys are sold. Mikey couldn't wait to see their faces, when he clobbered them. 

…

He knows better than to act out on the first contact. He needs more information before he can initiate anything, he needs to not run in fists first when he couldn't 100% rely on them. 

So he lets them take him the first time. And the second time. Even a third time. But the time he has to act is dwindling each time, so he'll have to use what he's gathered so far, and do his best. 

Because Donnies curled up on his side now, practically grinding his forehead into the ground. Raphs breathing sounds like that dying frog from Ogre the 3rd. And Leo, who'd woken up when he'd returned both the first and second time, didn't even stir the third time, the wrapping around his side red and spreading. 

He sits against the bars, as close to his brothers as he can get, and centers himself like they've been trained. He pushes away all his distractions, prays for strength for his brothers, and prays that he'll get them through this. When the doors open again, he is calm, pain has been pushed aside, and his focus is solely on what he has to do. He knows it won't last forever though, he needed to do this fast.

His hair covers his eyes, he doesn't hear what they say as they open the door, he's focused on the breathing behind him. He's stiller than he's ever been before, stiller than he ever thought possible, he can practically feel the air shifting around the arm reaching for him. 

His eyes open, and he's outside his cage, the two men unconscious- or maybe dead- inside it. He's given little time to think about it, as the doors open and more men- he'd only seen men, he wonders why- enter. The fact they'd been watched this whole time, and still underestimated him, proves they are not as smart as they think.

He moves through the forces with the ease of adrenaline and instinct- and training too of course. Still it's one against a heck of a lot more, and for all their enhancements, they are still mortals, so it's no surprise they land quite a few hits too. But running on pure spite seems to work more than he expected, his brothers' forms behind him reminding him and fueling his actions. 

Revenge wasn't something Master Splinter encouraged, he'd say something about it blackening their hearts and following the same road as Shredder or something he's sure. But Mikey honestly couldn't care less right now. If Splinter wanted to see them again, then Mikey had to do this, besides he'd rather have the blood of enemies on his hands than that of his brothers. Even if it garnered Splinters disapproval. It wouldn't be the first time anyway. 

…

By the time they stop coming through the door, Mikey is exhausted. He waits a moment, to see if there would be any sneak attacks or the likes, but nothing happens, no one moves, so Mikey makes his way- walking backwards- to his brothers cages. 

They were code locked, but Mikey had heard the tones they made when they opened his own, and thankfully they were stupid enough to use the same for all of them. The only problem now was getting three teens out of here. He chews on his lip a moment, eyes flickering from the doors to his brothers. 

"Alright Mikey… you can do this." 

He goes to Donnies first, eying the device then his brother's face. He'd need to be careful, he didn't want to mess with any of the nerves or important things at the base of his skull. It was obvious that it was messing with Donnies functions, so in theory, if he pulled it out it should… stop interfering? Or it could kill his brother, or paralyze him, or make him brain dead forever! Or-

No! Now was not the time for panicking. 

He grips the device between two fingers, sends another prayer to any ancestors listening, and pulls. Donnie yelps and Mikey flinches as his brother does a full body shiver before going completely limp. 

He's killed him. OhgodsMikeykilledhisbrotherhowcouldheohmygodsstrikemedownnow-

Another groan, and Donnies head weakly rolls to look up at him with one eye squinted open. 

"Motren." He croaks out. And Mikey could weep.

"I promise, once we get out of here." 

He helps his brother into a sitting position outside his cage, then takes his arm wrappings to redo Leo's dressings. He can only figure that whatever they injected his brothers with, was hindering their healing capabilities. He hopes it'll flush itself out, cause he doubts he'd find any notes about it lying around. 

He carefully pulls Leo out of his cell to lean against Donnie, then drags Raph- who's feverish and pale- to join them. Leo's eyes open briefly, his hand resting on Raphs forehead before closing once more. Mikey stares at the three before looking around the room for anything useful. Besides a body sled this room is useless. But Donnie, despite his head randomly lolling forward, is at least awake. And while it's not a ninja weapon, it'll have to do for now. 

"Donnie, shoot anyone that's not us okay?" 

He presses a gun from a fallen baddie into his brother's hand, before turning to the doors. He passed a lot of doors when they dragged him around, one of them had to have something useful. 

…

He stares at the brother pile he'd made. Two rolling office chairs taped together, Leo sitting in one, Donnie in the other, with Raph across their laps. It was so, not the best plan, but it was the only one he had. And with the movement he'd heard on his way back, it was the best way to get his brother's mobile while leaving him open to protect them. 

"Alright, let's keep up the not dying thing we've got going, and get the heck out of here."

He drags rather than pushes, putting himself first just in case. Donnie still had a good drip on his gun, had managed not to shoot Mikey when he'd come back, so hopefully he'd shoot anyone still lingering around. If they got past Mikey that is. 

At the very least, he's assuming the rest of the people still trying, have gotten smart enough to know he's a threat. It messes with his element of surprise, but at least he'll have a challenge to focus on with his mind now in ten different places- at the least.

He stops just before a corner, hears the shift of movement, and can only assume this is their final stand. Turning his brothers so the chair backs are against the wall, and Donnie can hopefully have a good enough view to have time to defend, he takes a stuttered breath and slips into the shadows. He doesn't have a stealth weapon, he'll be able to get one shot off before his position is revealed. He had to make it count. 

There aren't very many left, it bugs him that they were able to overtake them at all, that three of his brothers were taken down by a group he’s been able to defeat in less than an hour, and that was after everything they did. Did catching them off guard really allow all of this? Or was Mikey missing something? 

He shoots twice in quick succession, before ducking out of the way and shooting some more. He pants as he stands in the middle of their fallen bodies, hands trembling by his sides,

“Gelo?” 

He must of been quiet for too long, Donnie’s voice shocking him back to his mission. He knows for a fact two of the big guys involved in their capture are missing from the bodies. He needs to get his brothers out of here before they rear their ugly faces, the fight is slowly draining from him, he needed to focus on his brothers, and fixing his mistake. 

He comes around the corner, moving the gun Donnie points at his face, 

“Sorry ‘Tello, lets get out of here.” 

…

He pushes his brothers through alley after alley, not sure if it’s simply the chairs leading him forward or his own will. He also doesn’t know exactly where he’s headed, maybe home, but he can’t be sure. He needs someone with medical knowledge, maybe Leatherhead, or father, but he didn’t know where they were. So he needed supplies instead, Donnie could maybe direct him on what to do if he stayed coherent long enough, he just needed to clean and stitch Leo up, get that stuff out of his and Raph’s systems, and keep an eye on Donnie. He could do that…

Noise above has his heart rate spiking as he pulls to a stop, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he looks to the roofs. It’s still, too still, before a shadow moves and Karai is jumping down, her face shows her concern as she pulls her mask down. 

“What happened?” 

“They need help.” His knees buckle, trusting his sister to help now. They would be fine, he could rest now right? Please… let them be fine.

#whumptober2022 #no.19 #head lolling #repeatedly passing out #knees buckling #teenage mutant ninja turtles #fic #non con drugging #mentioned torture #stabbing #children in danger #tmnt human au #death #open ending #bamf mikey #mikey angst #donnie angst #raph angst #leo angst #dont mess with mikeys brothers #good Karai

[fireemblems24]

Golden Wildfire - Ch 5

Spoilers for GW under the cut.

STORY/MAP

Judith!!! Why aren't you playable 😭. Imagine if she and Rodrigue hooked up. Double the sexy.

Claude said "three houses." I'm easily entertained.

Holst is always eating mushrooms and getting sick before meetings.

Shez just fighting this war to get at Jeralt and Byleth, lamo.

At least it's nice Edelgard won a battle not against the church. She actually chased the Alliance back. Though, it's only because of heel-face-turns.

Raphael's eyes are too light-colored. He looks creepy. And, man, Claude is really hard-carrying the Golden Deer for looks for men.

Arval is shitting on Claude for constant retreating lamo.

Still have no idea why he didn't ask Dimitri for help. He's like, oh, shit, the Empire's huge ass army is kicking our ass. They're also fighting the Kingdom. Oh, no, what do we do? Talk to Dimitri? Of course not. Why would we do that?

LINHARDT AND HILDA HAVE SUPPORTS. FUCK YES. It's the lazy duo. OMG, yes. I wanted this soooooo bad. It better be comedic genius.

MAP

Don't worry, Lorenz. Your dad isn't really betraying everyone.

The only place Gatekeeper really makes sense is the Kingdom right now. Why wouldn't he continue guarding the church?

There's a lot of Judith simping going on, and I'm here for it.

Lysithea over here openly hating the Empire. Can't blame her. I feel like all that "honorary Black Eagle" nonsense forget she HATES the Empire.

Why is Claude blaming himself for the Empire's aggression? Did I see this conversation in SB? I don't remember.

Once again, someone is unable to make reforms because Edelgard started a war lol. Both Claude and Dimitri had plans for reform and positive change, but they got halted because of Edelgard.

Is it just me or is Lorenz like really good? He and Dimitri are by far my favorite to play as so far.

SHEZ & LEONIE C SUPPORT

Ready for some mercenary bonding, I'd expect.

Uh oh. I forgot that they may disagree over Jeralt. Surprised she didn't react to Leonie name-dropping Jeralt though.

This is a pretty interesting support for lore potential.

MARIANNE & HILDA C SUPPORT

Judith! I love it when other characters show up in supports.

Is Hilda going to make Marianne do all the work? Oh, thank God. She's not, lol.

Hahah, Marianne sucked at organizing. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Judith does not approve. This is funny so far.

Aww, Hilda is taking the fall. That was sweet.

SHEZ & HILDA C SUPPORT

Lamo at Shez charging head-first into every battle. Very shonen of them.

They have two very different fighting styles lol.

Aww, Hilda is looking out for Shez.

SHEZ & LYSITHEA C SUPPORT

Lysithea is like, I expected you to be more reckless! Meanwhile, that support with Hilda she's too reckless.

I really don't get the vibe that Claude trusts Shez despite what Lysithea said, since he's not telling Shez anything.

Oh, no, Shez called Lysithea the "k" word. She's really prickly.

Love Shez calling Lysithea out for being a hypocrite and saying she's acting like a kid lamo.

That support is everything I hate about Lysithea.

LORENZ & LEONIE C SUPPORT

Bummed they only go to B. They might be my favorite pairings for each other.

Aww, man, that SUCKS for Leonie. I didn't think about that. She had to raise so much money to attend, only for it to last like a month. That hurts. It seems the church gave some back at least.

This is really similar to Shez and Lorenz's support, but I think Lorenz seems like he's coming from a much better place this time. In that one he was so fixated on class. Here he seems more worried he failed to help a commoner out.

LORENZ & MARIANNE C SUPPORT

Marianne got forced into this war 😭 Now I feel so bad for using her. But she's my favorite Golden Deer.

Lorenz offered to speak on her behalf. That's sweet.

I like him encouraging her, but it's still an example of why Dimitri/Marianne is so good. There's no "oh, just cheer up!" that rings so hallow. Raphael/Marianne is pretty good too, because he actually just cheers her up.

HILDA & LEONIE C SUPPORT

"Oh, Hilda, perfect!" - Leonie. "I am, aren't I?" - Hilda 🤣 It's even funnier because Leonie's not even fazed by it.

Leonie asked the wrong person to train lol. Hilda never wants to.

These two are so mismatched. 🤣🤣

Hilda just called Leonie cute lamo.

Did Hilda just invite "cute" Leonie to come to her tent for a bath?

IGNATZ & RAPHAEL C SUPPORT

Wow, they haven't spoken during the whole timeskip?

And Ignatz not bringing up his art at all is super sad.

So Ignatz doesn't want to be a knight and is one, and Raphael wants to be a knight but can't be one. All because of the war.

CLAUDE & RAPHAEL C SUPPORT

I learned absolutely nothing about either character in this support.

At least it brought up how the war is ruining common people's lives because Raphael's family can't travel because it's too dangerous.

I love how Claude's like "those silly eagles and lions always fighting each other" when Dimitri literally just wants to be left alone.

HILDA & LINHARDT C SUPPORT

This is the moment I've been waiting for.

He's like, lamo, you're working. Why?

"And to be clear. I'm not here to help." Linhardt is golden. "Oh, Linhardt, you're on break? Perfect! Then you can help me with this awful whatever that I'm doing!" He continues to be the most quotable.

"Your life seems to be one permanent break." 🤣🤣

Linhardt's even worse than Hilda. As it should be.

MARIANNE & LYSITHEA C SUPPORT

I fully anticipate this to be as awkward and pointless as Claude's and Raphael's support. But it's more Marianne content so . . .

Ohhhh wait, maybe I'm wrong if this is about crest drama.

Fuck that crest scholar. Leave Marianne alone.

Lysithea coming to Marianne's rescue about an annoying crest person is not what I expected, but I'm not upset about it.

Lysithea's really mature here. I like this.

This is the support they deserved in Houses.

NGL, this was actually really cool. REALLY wish it went higher than C.

LEONIE & LINHARDT C SUPPORT

Linhardt is such a mood.

It's refreshing to see Leonie not pressure Linhardt into changing, she just accepts him as his lazy self.

Linhardt's never been hunting, hunh. It's sweet he thought Leonie could use an owl mask for hunting.

And she got him a useless statue. At least he's trying now.

This is kinda cute, ngl. They made each other laugh.

MAIN BATTLE

OK, I was so convinced I accidentally clicked on my SB playthrough that I reset the game, but nope, this really opens with a conversation about why Bernie, a Black Eagle, is fighting . . .

Is this setting up for her recruitment or????

Ok, finally back to Claude and co. Just generic stuff about preparing for Edelgard's invasion though.

Love Judith calling Claude "little Claude." That's what SB is missing, an adult figure like Rodrigue or Judith.

All that talk with Bernie, and only Balthus is recruitable this chapter. Oh, well, I was planning on using him anyways.

Oh, finally! Holst. I was wondering when he's be playable. I should've guessed given I only had 3 units under my control and 4 non-controlled allies running around.

Man, Lorenz is just busted, isn't he?

Claude really doesn't tell his allies anything, does he? I appreciate Lorenz for calling him out on it.

Oh, and Shez can call him out too!

His plan is that Glouster never actually betrayed him, right? That he's a plant to backstab the Empire like in SB?

Balthus and Holst now playable, woot!

Also, it took me like half the battle to figure out that Holst was a sword unit. Like, IDK, he looks like a warrior. I only noticed it when I saw that Ferdinand would blow him away, lamo.

Cool to see Ferdinand leading this stuff though. Seeing him actually get to do something.

Yep, Glouster never wanted anything to do with Edelgard, lamo. Though, why isn't she here?

They really should've told Lorenz this plan. I mean, he's Glouster's kid. I mean, Lysithea knew, so why not Lorenz? Poor Lorenz.

Is it bad I'm more curious about why Glouster didn't tell Lorenz about the plan ahead of time than anything else going on in GW so far? IDK, I just really like more personal drama I guess. Rather than Edelgard tries to kill everyone round, what is it now like 7 routes??

It's better in AG and SB because they're more tied to/involved in the drama. Poor Claude and the Deer seem destined to feel like a third-wheel again so far.

My big hope is that Edelgard realizes she can't take both the Kingdom and the Alliance at the same time, so she decides to focus on the Kingdom only since that's where Rhea is (and, let's face it the country she'll have a WAYYYY harder time bringing to heel under her dominance than the Alliance). So that'll free Claude and co up to do something more interesting than exactly the same thing he did in AM/VW/SS/CF/AG/SB so far. Yikes. I mean, Shahaid or however you spell his name is still there, right? Let Almyra be relevant.

SSS

#golden wildfire #fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes #three hopes #three hopes spoilers #golden wildfire spoilers

[djmorn]

So first of all, Happy Holidays! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o I wanted to post this like a week earlier but shrugs life happens I swear.

Anyways,

You started so strong with Karlach in this chapter this I swear. Like first few lines in I had to stop to laugh for a bit with this:

Leaning forward she smiled at Tav like a maniac. ‘So come on, sinner: Confess!’

Gods I really love how you write her. I can see her so clearly expressing herself like this down to the tone in her voice. She is so trying her darnest to be the best wingwoman for Tav is funny.

‘So he showed you,’ she gestured vaguely, ‘all that. And still you did not climb into his lap and rode him until he saw stars?’

Yes. She would totally zero-in on that. And tbh….same Karclach sameeeee. My girl knows how desperate our devil-man is for our dear oblivious Tav. And then her comment in Tav's prudeness. You got me hollering. Like yeah Tav, to be a bard is almost requisite to a slut (affectionate), didn't you know. And then Karlach's doing a 180 on Tav being a prude and just diagnosing her with: dumbass. Utter perfection tbh.

Gods the utter denial of Tav that Raphael doesn't want her like that because he is a devil not mortal man. My girl. You know he is cambion. Thank you Karlach in re-educating our girl on some facts. By the way that whole paragraph with Karlach speaking is utter perfection. I felt like I was Karlach for a moment talking to Tav. And this few lines:

...Maybe he thinks himself too high and mighty for something like that and tries his best to deny them... ...He felt them when you brushed your leg against his and he felt them when he watched you chanting your praises, the longing etched on his face... ...make a point of how eager he was to jump right into the pool with you...

My most favorite line for now I swear. And I say for now, because I know you are going to hit me later with even better.

Moving on Raphael side…. my devil just pacing around and so fixated on this mortal is such a funny picture but sooo sweet at the same time. Borderline a first love or puppy love if you will. And then he just musing how much her presence make him so happy, how she feels on his arms…it feels really precious and then just pretending he is totally not thinking like this. And I really like the fact that not for a sec he doesn't even consider letting Haarlep taking a chance at Tav, be it unconsciously or not, he really wants Tav for who she is and not just her body. Which is kinda funny with Tav thinking he is incapable of doing that.

Ok thank you, I'm always wondering about this if situation happening and I utterly love Korrilla's deadpan response:

Killa had been holding a book from wherever she was summoned and looked at Raphael with clear exasperation. ‘I could have been taking a bath, you know?’

And Raphael wanting her to be around his house more and trying to get his house decorated in a way he thinks she would like… gods I love him. And our girl Korilla of course calling him out for his impatience. Hah. She is just like ok boss but…chill my man.

Korilla raised an eyebrow at him. ‘And what do you propose I tell you about women that you haven’t learned in your hundreds of years of being?’

Gods I love her. Korilla you have worked with this man for a time, you are his wingwoman! You know how pathetic he can be. And then just suggesting the most cliche thing ever. Lets be honest, after seeing how hard he is pining he needs all the help he can get from someone that cares for him.

And later Tav reaction to Haarlep. Best reaction. Haarlep is so insulted, like how dare this mortal declare him insufficient and a poor copy. I really liked the fact that Tav just thought on all the little details of Raphael's face and just appreciate them, and further confirming her like of how Raphael is to Haarlep.

Them falling in to the pool….lord love it so much XD. And Haarlep the lil shit just laughing his as off. Very much in character, love it. I gotta give it to Raphael tho, he handle the whole situation pretty good, considering it can be like hella embarrassing with that happening around the person you are crushing on. So point for our boy.

I love the fact the when Tav was talking to Haarlep about Raphael's features I was thinking that a good future scene would be with Tav maybe saying what she thinks on Raphael looks and probably Raphael just trying to maintain his composure but melting and fanning himself inside you know. And you actually made it happen, I was screeching when read it. Great minds think alike. Btw nice touch with Tav finally like, actually actively trying to seduce Raph. Touching him and all that and Raph just so unsure of what to do. (^///^)

Of course Raphael could repair the scroll. He really can't help himself does he now. He is pining so hard that he wants to capture anything that proves that he is not the only one feeling this. And totally understandable. Like it makes me wonder if he is insecure of being able to be loved and all that. Which given the fact he is a cambion I can see he can think like that. >.>

Once again, a fantastic chapter. You have these characters perfect in their roles and how they may respond. Which I adore. I really like the fact your Raphael is showing that well hidden unsureness bit he has. For all he shows to the Tadpole gangTM and the world, he seems to be a very insecure person and lonely to boot. Which I really appreciate to people adding that to their fics and not just painting him as this perfect megalomaniac devil.

Anyways, lots of love and keep it up!! ヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ

This brightens my day like nothing else, I swear. Best Christmas present ever! And don't ever feel obligated to send these in... I'm just so glad you were here from the start and I'm happy to know you're still around, enjoying the fic. :')

Writing Karlach is a lot of fun. One must be the voice of reason in the face of Tav's ignorance, lol. I always hope I'm doing her justice even if she is full team Raphael in this.

Before BG3 miraculously appeared in my Steam cart when it released I did not know much about D&D. I just thought the game looked pretty and from the trailer it seemed like I would really enjoy the characters at the least. Oddly enough, I heard Raphael's lines and thought: This has some amazing voice acting! Oh, boy. Little did I know how utterly lost I was from that moment on. SO HERE WE ARE. Anyways, I came to know more and more of the slutty bard stigma and figured that THIS NEEDED ADDRESSING. But no, homegirl is just dumb, haha.

Both Karlach and Korilla certainly have their work cut out for them with these two low-wisdom charlatans.

I knew I wanted Haarlep to make an appearance (how could I not?) and I'm glad you feel Tav giving them a lecture of her disdain for their anti-aging propaganda has worked out. Of course Haarlep is NOT amused, lol. First the boss is all sulky and this damn mortal not interested in them either? But after all, they never wrote no song for Raphael, right? ;)

Our girl is finally showing some initiative and some day Raph will need to get it together with his awkwardness as well. They must not let their wing-women down, otherwise there will be hell to pay!

As always, I hope I can further entertain with any future installments concerning the fic. Once more: Many thanks. <3

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One arm was thrown over across Casey's back, as one of their own was wrapped around his shell. Long limps easily worked around Raph's more bulky build. Raph's head was lowered and eyes were far too fixated on looking down at their feet. He could just about make out Casey's voice trying to get the turtle to walk up the stairs.

"ya shoes untied," Raph suddenly felt needed to be pointed out as his left foot is just dragged behind himself. Whole body near about going limp as his eyes wanted to close.

Raphael can hear Casey say something beside him as their combined weight shifted more their way, missing the next step and just lucky he was able to catch his footing on the step behind well moving to lean in against the railing beside. As Raphael's legs wanted to be done moving he can hear Casey huff and say something about them almost being to his room just needing Raph to hang in a bit long. Raph groans but manages to open his eyes again and get himself to move back up the last step with Casey. No where near the light weight as Casey was himself but Raph had clearly hit his own limit, should count himself lucky that Casey hadn't gone to far himself. Not sure if Casey felt lucky as they took to helping Raph up to his room. There was just no way Raph could make it home through the sewers and such in this state. Casey was a good person that way, looking out for Raphael like they always claimed they did. Having his back and such. Not to mention saving him from dealing with either Leo or worse Splinter seeing him like this. Don might be annoyed at best but help and Mikey? well he have a hard time handling it on his own. But Leo sure Raph knew it was out of care but he would still have to listen to all the lecture coming from them. Splinter though oh Raphael didn't want to focus on that he needed to focus on the floor.

Was walking this hard sober? The turtle questions a bit when he hears the bed room door open. Casey huffing he didn't seem upset helping Raphael out. Idly commenting how drunk they must be Raph's heart dose settle slightly when hearing them laugh slightly over it. The hard work all over once Casey helps the turtle to move and sit on his bed. Didn't take long for Raph to let himself become victim to gravity and fall back on to the bed behind him now. Head bouncing back against the springs in the mattress but he soon smiled soaking in the comfort off not needing to walk anymore. Watching Casey kicking away his shoes before moving to sit down on his bed. He's talking again but Raph's not paying attention to a single word coming out their mouth when they turn to look at him.

"Pretty" Is the only word that falls out of his beak, watching Casey's expression that cute near shy smile tugging up at the corner of their mouth. "You real pretty Casey, kinda hurts my eyes to stare to much. If ya weren't already my boyfriend I ask ya to be 'ight now. hmm fuck it hey pretty boy? Wanna be my boyfriend?" Watching how Casey's hair shifted as they shake their head a little at thier drunk idiot. Yeah that's right Raph was their idiot. Casey mirroring the thought as they called him a drunk idiot . "im only hammered peaches, but I sure am drunk on you 'bout now. Think i'm black out drunk on you." He loves the look Casey give him after he delivers the line, soon telling Raph to go to sleep because he was drunk Raph hums and soon holds up a hand for Casey to grab.

"Only if ya hold something for me, my hand." Raph slurs out slightly but fully serious when Casey just eyes their hand he soon dose as asked course he dose. Raphael knows Casey's just a big push over when it comes to him.

Despite calling Raph needy right now he still moves to hold Raph's hand fingers naturally moving to lace in between Raph three thick fingers. It shouldn't work but they made it work, it was just so natural to link thier fingers like so. Warm plam restign against Raph's cold one. Raph soon smirks looking up at Casey he had them exactly where he wanted and gave a good quick tug bringing Casey down to land on top of himself. Free arm moving to rest against their back trapping Casey in his hold as if they would fight being held like this right now. "see ya a real catch Jones and I got chu~" They did move a bit seeming to try and get comfortable against Raph's plastron. Raph happily lifting his arm up enough so they could before dropping it back as he kept Casey with him. Content as he let hie eyes close again.

"yeah yeah grumble all ya want peaches, you love me~" he slightly sings out his off tune statement. "Love me so much ya write 'bout me even." Uncaring about how openly he's exposing his boyfriend in that moment more soaking in the facts. "s'okay I love you too." raph assures Casey with. Eye's opening as he turns his head a bit to better look at Casey now. "ya eyes are like dirt." Flattering clearly "no no not dirt 'hat what i'm thinkin' 'bout. They 'ike sand. Ya know how sad gets all over ya an; it's so fuckin' annoying and sort itchy and if ya wet it jus' sticks? and it get everywhere?" Raph gose to dig his hole deeper with his boyfriend. "That's ya eyes, cause I never stop thinkin' about 'em. Think I woulda notice 'hat meant I liked ya so much before but nah never understood why I loved ya eyes so much." he drunkenly confesses to Casey.

"Ya brown eyes are so pretty though, really 'ike when ya do the sliver eye junk too i dunno makes the brown stand out more. Like when I sneak out late at night to sit on the beach. When the moons all big and full and lighting up the water it like reflects on to the sand. An' it's jus' so damn breath taking when you do it. I dunno if I ever seen anything as pretty as that first time you showed me your face all done up. It took all da words out from me. But ya always do 'hat to me. I know ya like so fuckin' gay over me you're turns off an' shit. But ya still least are able ta write what ya 'hink about me. An' it's always so fuckin' nice ya know?" Raph moves to grip onto the back of Casey's paint stained hoodie a moment now. "An' ya know I 'ike that. maybe needs it but even drunk he's too scared to fess up to that. "But 'm kinda of bad about tellin' you the same stuff. Like ya so fuckin' nice and junk. Or that I 'ike that dumb smile of yours when your tooth gap is easy to see. It's cute, your cute. Your my cute prince." Raph continues to say.

"I'm like an ugly toad just in love with this cool prince, an' i was fine just staying that way but than my prince kissed me and poof i'm his princess now" he slightly chuckles a bit "I 'ike stupid romantic gunk ya know? don' tell no one though. But I see ya 'ike my prince cause..ya came when I need'ja." now moving to turn and rest on his side taking Casey with him. The shuffling making their hands let go of the other which hand Raph soon pouting now. Taking Casey hand back into his own keeping them in against his plastron.

"Casey we gotta hold hands or else you'll drift away." As if it was Casey's fault just then, when Casey gives a confused look. Raph just sighs and rolls his eyes with all the attitude the turtle carried in the one motion alone. "Were gay otters 'member?" Raph asks waiting to see if Casey did in fact remember when he drunk texted them about the otters a while back.

"Cause otters gotta hold hand when they sleep or else they drift away into the ocean. So we gotta hold hand's cause I promised I neva let ya be alone again. An' meeting you been the fucking best thing ever for me. An' I can't lose you Casey." Raph clearly states to his boyfriend in a moment of pure drunk clarity. "I dunno what I do if I lost ya." Sadden eyes looking at Casey now at just the idea alone seemed to upset him to think about.

"Cause I love you, I love you so just so much. Not just for the fun stuff but I 'ike all the stuff Casey." Raph continues to drunkenly ramble on about. "I like kissin' cause its always so nice and warm, like how ya sometimes will kiss me all over cause ya being extra gay. Makes me feel fuzzy I 'ike the fuzzy butterflies I get when with you."But I 'ike having ya around. I like how you make laugh or jus' always know how what I need. Like if I need to go out and hit someone." Raph states, pressing his forehead against Casey's now. Slightly nuzzling in against their face as he softly churrs from the action alone.

"Ya make me happy Jones. So can' let go of my hand cause were gay otters, an' I ain't lossin' ya." hand lowers to playful feel over Casey's rear. "ya also got a cute ass."

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female Byleth S-supports ranked best to worst

(keeping my personal feelings about the pairings themselves to a minimum)

(Gilbert and Alois omitted, since those are platonic S-supports)

(warning: long post)

1. Seteth 

This S-support is about as romantic as it can get. This thing just makes my heart flutter every. dang. time. and it’s easily the best S-support in the whole game for female Byleth. There’s a REASON why a lot of people hop aboard the Setleth train after witnessing this masterpiece.

Sure, Seteth lectures his way in and out of the proposal, but let’s be real, if it was any different it would be out of character, and acting the responsible advisor is just part of his charm. Plus, he pledges utter devotion to Byleth for the rest of his existence, and we essentially get wedding vows out of this one. It doesn’t get better than that!

He’s so self-assured during this S-support, and that’s sexy. But he is patient and affectionate with her, and takes the time to make sure there’s no room for confusion. He clarifies that his feelings are not those of duty (which is a problem with some other S-supports), or an interest in perpetuating a Nabatean or Crest-rich bloodline. It’s very clear that he just wants her, and that’s it. But where others put Byleth on a pedestal, this S-support feels like an exchange between equals.

Byleth’s reaction to this one is particularly noteworthy — there’s an unusual amount of emotional expression from Byleth during this S-support, INCLUDING A FRIGGIN BLUSH! Byleth does NOT blush often during these supports. Plus, Byleth asks Seteth to promise that he’ll follow wherever she goes. Unlike some of the other S-supports, it’s very clear that she’s invested in him and wants him.

Favorite quotes:

“I cannot conceive of a world without you in it.”

“I love you, deeply. Will you marry me?”

“From this day forward, I will always be at your side. Through good or ill fortune. Through the greatest of joys and the worst of woes. No matter how daunting the task, I will be there.”

“Courage, my love. Let us go forth and face the world - together.”

2. Hubert 

I was genuinely caught off-guard with Hubert, especially since I haven’t played Crimson Flower yet and have gotten all of my impressions of Hubert from the fandom. A pleasant surprise, though, and pleasant enough to snag the #2 best S-support!

He starts with advisor nagging, which is no surprise since that’s his character. However, he doesn’t take too long to get to the point of the conversation, and everything is straightforward yet sweet. It’s very cute how he flustered he gets in the beginning, and his self-consciousness about his suitability as a husband is really sweet. But what really clinched this for me was the privilege of seeing a BLUSHY HUBERT! This surprisingly lovable psychopath gets so dang worked up and excited over Byleth giving him a ring and proposing to him right back.

Favorite quotes:

“[I’d] rather you be with me rather than some dubious individual.” (Yes, I altered the quote, but let’s be real, he wasn’t talking about Edelgard there.)

“I once thought killing you would be a great challenge, but the real difficulty was declaring my love.”

3. Ignatz 

This S-support starts with an angry Ignatz, which had me worried. Ignatz is one of those characters where I expected his apparent youthfulness to cause a problem in his S-support (it definitely causes problems in other S-supports), even though he’s actually 17 at the start of game like Felix, Dimitri, Claude, Raphael, Ferdinand, and Edelgard. So I was pleasantly surprised by the sheer maturity of his proposal!

While he’s definitely self-conscious and doesn’t even expect Byleth to accept his proposal, it says a lot that Ignatz still had the guts to do the proposing. While he expresses surpassing admiration toward Byleth as someone who supported him through troubled times, he’s not dependent or subservient. Yes, there is a prominent fixation on Byleth’s beauty, but he’s an artist, so I think that adds more meaning to what would otherwise be an extremely shallow point to make during an S-support.

Favorite quotes:

“You are my goddess.”

 “You soothed my troubled soul.”

“My beloved goddess.”

“I want to love you for all eternity.”

“I love you with all my soul.”

Hoo boy, this boy’s got a serious SILVER TONGUE on him! *fans self*

4. Lorenz 

Regardless of how you feel about Lorenz, you’ve gotta admit this is a pretty flawless proposal. He reminisces about and apologizes for the trouble he used to cause as a youth, has a smooth transition into the presentation of the ring, and then his composure falls apart when Byleth reveals she’s been wise to him all along. He’s such a perfectionist, and his determination to propose perfectly is very consistent with his character. But I also appreciate that he made sure of Byleth’s feelings before actually asking her to marry him (ring presentation aside).

This S-support makes it very clear just how much Lorenz admires Byleth, which I feel is extremely important in context of his character. He can be incredibly self-centered to the point of being downright irritating, so the fact that he’s now talking about her and is focused entirely on her shows the sincerity of his feelings and how much Lorenz has grown as a person.

The bit at the end where he gets overexcited and uses his full name is hilarious, but I’m glad the S-support doesn’t end there, which would have taken away from it. Instead, it ends with Lorenz swearing to make Byleth happy and work with her in making the world a better place. Equal partners!

The last thing that really made this S-support for me was the voice acting. The broken voice, trembling, and stammering really added emotional depth to Lorenz’s character in this critical moment, and really brought everything to the next level in terms of overall impact.

Favorite quote: “Pedigree and status are no longer priorities for me. I now know that what matters most is the worth of an individual’s soul.”

5. Felix

The moment I noticed that this S-support was taking place at the training grounds, I knew it was going to be good. And it goes exactly as you would expect with our favorite tsundere, flustered and deflecting and all, but the sheer effort that he ends up putting into it is so endearing. And I adore how Byleth messes with him the whole time.

It starts rough, let’s be real. He just hands the ring to Byleth and tells her to “take this.” Oh, Felix. This poor boy is so. friggin. hopeless. You can practically hear his thought process leading up to this point. “How do I make sure Byleth never leaves?... Ah, marriage — yes, that’ll lock her in!” *facepalm*

But Felix’s body language is what really makes this S-support, starting with the finger point and then ending with the kabedon. Plus, we get a glimpse of something very rare: blushy Felix!

Favorite quotes:

“Fight me for the rest of my life.”

“I want you to be my wife. Please say yes. Let’s get married and stay together until we die. I love you.”

6. Balthus

I really didn’t know what to expect with this one, although to be honest, what expectations I did have were fairly low. Yet despite his faults, Balthus managed to scrape together a rather charming S-support! His nervousness and stuttering is adorable for such a big, tough-talking guy, and I love that we actually get an impatient “Just say it already,” from Byleth.

It was nice to see Byleth’s good influence on Balthus, although I’m not a fan of the woman-redeems-man trope. And considering that Balthus asks for up to 5 years to get his act together…that wasn’t exactly a point in his favor.

What made this S-support for me was all of the classic lines. Balthus isn’t necessarily a smooth talker, but it would be wrong to say that he doesn’t know how to talk to a woman. The proposal itself had me ROLLING: “Marry me, pal!” The voice acting was flawless, particularly when he said, “my love.” Balthus, I’ll say this on Byleth’s behalf: please stop trying so hard. And never say that again.

Favorite quotes:

“It’s time to take the biggest gamble of my life.”

“Comfort be damned! I need you by my side. Always.”

“Let’s get hitched right away! I know a guy.”

“To look after you...and be brave enough to let you look after me. that’s what marriage is all about, right?”

S-support portraits shouldn’t really matter here, but I’m going out on a limb here and saying that Balthus’ portrait is the best one of all Byleth’s S-supports.

7. Dorothea

I have a lot of Dorothea feels, okay? She’s my baby girl. And by this point in the game, she’s so jaded and used to disappointment that it just breaks my heart. So when Byleth proposes to her, you can hear the genuine emotion in her voice. She’s so in love with Byleth, but clearly talked herself out of it long before this moment. “You won the war. You could pick anyone in the world. Why would you…?”

And then she’s so happy. It’s not fancy, but her pure happiness really makes this for me. The hopeless romantic finally getting her happy ending is just really lovely.

Favorite quote: “I starred in so many operas where I captured the heart of my beloved. But I never dreamed that it would feel this wonderful when it actually happened.”

8. Ferdinand

Oh boy, Ferdie. There wasn’t much of a preamble, and the presentation of the ring wasn’t anything special. He’s still full of himself: “You hear noble Ferdinand von Aegir declare his love for you, and all you say is, ‘I understand’?” and this S-support is more focused on him than it is on Byleth, which is exactly the opposite of what happened with Lorenz’s S-support, even though they’re similar characters.

That being said, this S-support has its moments. We get a good reaction out of him (even though it’s over the top), and we get a sign of his personal growth when he reins himself in. The trembling and feeling faint is very cute (10/10), and considering his ambitious nature, him saying that he considers winning Byleth’s heart to be one of his greatest accomplishments is sweet, as is the way he dreams about their future.

In other words, this one starts rough, but ends sweet.

Favorite quote: “I need you as much as I need my next breath — more, even.”

9. Dedue

Can we just appreciate that Dedue chose to leave Dimitri for Byleth? That is so meaningful. Dedue spends the entire game unhealthily attached to Dimitri, and finally he finds something that he chooses for himself. Of course, there is the concern that he will become unhealthily attached to Byleth, but I don’t get that impression from his S-support.

There are so many wonderful little details in this S-support. The tiny, modest ring. The straightforward proposal. Both of them gazing at each other in loving, comfortable silence afterward. Byleth’s blush. And DEDUE’S LAUGH. Just. the laugh. It’s important.

Finally, Dedue invites Byleth to come with him to visit Duscur. TAKE NOTES, CLAUDE!! Anyway…

10. Edelgard

*takes a deep breath and sets aside my feelings about Edelgard’s stance on the Children of the Goddess*

Alright, so this S-support is significant because it’s one of the few where you can tell that there is genuine affection on Byleth’s end. She really takes charge of the proposal, going so far as to use Edelgard’s nickname, “El,” to convey affection and intimacy.

At first I was concerned when I heard Edelgard say, “This ring…thank you, my dearest friend,” and I was like HOLD UP – did Byleth just get friendzoned?? But Edelgard clarifies by expressing that she has romantic feelings too, which saves the scene. But while sweet, the rest of the S-support focuses on Edelgard’s ambitions and generally lacks romance. Fitting for her character? Yes. A satisfying S-support? Not really.

11. Dimitri 

It’s clear from the beginning of this S-support that Dimitri and Byleth have become close friends. I appreciate the way they talk about their wounds, and although talking about Dimitri’s nightmares is far darker than I expected from an S-support, it shows just how much Dimitri has improved.

What disappointed me about this S-support is the lack of emotion on both sides. Sure, the “my beloved” pet name is wonderful. And sure, Byleth isn’t very emotional as a rule. But Byleth shows more emotional in other S-supports. And there is not nearly enough of a reaction on Dimitri’s side. Come on, dude. You’ve been aggressively simping over Byleth since Day 1, and you’re just taking this proposal in stride?? You should be unconscious right now.

12. Mercedes

I’m so proud of how far Mercedes has come at this point. She’s determined to live in a way that makes her happy, outside of her Crest or anyone else’s expectations. That being said, a lot of this S-support feels more like it could have been an A+ support.

Major points to Mercedes to being the one to do the proposing. A lot of people mistake her kind nature for being demure, which is not the case. She is bold, speaks her mind, and knows what she wants. And in this case, that’s Byleth. Her proposal is gentle and respectful, if a bit bland, and her reaction to Byleth’s acceptance is absolutely adorable. She’s so happy yet insecure, and I wish there was more communication from Byleth to reassure her.

13. Hanneman

Hanneman is an academic through and through, and his nature as a scholar comes through strongly in his S-support. He tries to approach things pragmatically, almost ruins things by talking about Byleth’s role in his research, but fortunately realizes that’s the wrong way to do it and takes a new approach with more feeling. It’s very similar to Linhardt’s S-support, but less self-centered and overall better. Hanneman treats Byleth as an equal, and shows enthusiasm in his own way.

Overall, this is an extremely pragmatic S-support, but it’s not without its charms. That being said, it definitely requires an interpretation of Byleth’s character where she has developed a taste for academia.

Favorite quotes:

“I suppose there’s no reason to hold ourselves back any longer.”

“I don’t want the power of your Crest - I want you.”

“I can’t wait to see the results of this undertaking.”

14. Yuri

This S-support is very consistent with Yuri’s character. The scene opens with Yuri trying to repay his “debt” to Byleth, which definitely lacks in romantic vibes, but works in context. It’s nice to see Yuri nervous and out of composure, but I admit I had been expecting…more…from him with how charming he’s supposed to be. Then again, like Sylvain, maybe the fact that he’s dropped the façade is supposed to make it meaningful. At least he blushes! Blushy Yuri is something I didn’t know I needed. The bit at the end where he whispers his true name in her ear is very nice, too.

But yikes…Yuri talks about his death. And considering that in most of the routes, Byleth ends up being most likely essentially immortal, this hits HARD. She is definitely facing the death of her lover in a few decades at most, and that is not something she wants to think about during a proposal.

Favorite quote: “In return for this ring, I ask for you.”

15. Raphael 

Raphael is a pretty clueless, non-romantic kind of guy. But the sudden proposal is very cute. Considering how awful he is at expressing himself, it works really well with his character to simply have him jump right in and get it over with.

That being said, I couldn’t help but feel that his reasoning for getting married was just a little loose. He always wants to be with Byleth and expresses that he wants to serve as her knight. Uh, you realize you can do that without marrying her right, bud? Byleth didn’t seem to be very into this proposal either, although she does have a wonderful little smile in the S-support portrait, which makes up for that. I love how the portrait emphasizes Raph’s size and strength by having him lift her up bridal style. It’s an actually flattering portrayal of him, too.

Favorite quote: “And…I’ll love you. Forever and ever. And ever!”

16. Sylvain 

Ah yes, Sylvain. Our favorite train wreck. The good news is that he’s finally taking charge of his life, and I like that he’s straightforward in this S-support rather than flirtatious, which means that you know he’s being sincere. It’s cute to see him genuinely happy, and his statement that “I’m going to spend the rest of our lives together trying to make you happy,” is very good.

However, the “If you told me you never wanted me to look at another woman, I’d go blind for you” is going too far. I know it addresses his skirt-chasing character, but I just don’t know if they could have a healthy relationship. I know this is rating the support scene, not the ship itself, but I don’t think that’s a positive indicator for the future.

17. Claude 

This S-support gives me so many bad vibes. Yes, he expresses his love for Byleth as well as his utmost confidence in her, but dude, actions matter more than words, and your actions speak VOLUMES. He’s the only one to just run off at the end of the S-support, and while I understand his reasoning — I really do — it’s clear that his own agenda and ambitions will always come before Byleth.

This is what I heard: “Right now, Fodlan is like a newborn... so that’s why I’m leaving, so you have to do all the hard stuff yourself. See ya, sucker!!” Ah yes. Prime husband and father material there. Obviously.

“I’m sorry that I won’t be by your side at such an important event...” Uh huh, yeah right. You’re obviously itching to get out of there.

I’m sorry, Claude stans, but giving Byleth an engagement ring and then running away for who knows how long is LAME.

18. Jeritza

The first thing that struck me about this S-support is the fact that it takes place in the Agarthan HQ, Shambhala. This is super meaningful because it means that Byleth and Jeritza go there together to use their killing prowess to take out Those Who Slither in the Dark post-Crimson Flower. It’s a nice way to tie up the route. The portrait is super dynamic and unique, too. That being said…

He’s still fixated on killing Byleth. If that’s your thing, then hey, I can’t judge. At least we all know that if he hasn’t killed her by now, it’s never going to happen. It’s such an empty threat it’s probably an inside joke by now. But Jeritza’s clearly still figuring out his feelings, which means I’m not sure it really counts as an S-support (it would have made a better A+ support imho). There are also things about this pairing and S-support that have some serious implications for who Byleth has become by this point and what the future is likely to look like. Good storytelling, yes, but as an S-support…not my favorite.

Favorite quotes:

“It is you alone who can slay the demon inside me.”

“To the very depths of hell, I will tumble down with you.”

19. Linhardt

This S-support falls flat for me. It’s like Hanneman’s, but worse because it’s super self-centered. I feel like it’s a really bad summary of Linhardt’s character because so much more could have been done with it. Linhardt has lots of good traits, and this S-support ignores all of them. Instead, we have a one-dimensional S-support that focuses on Linhardt’s laziness and penchant for napping. He’s so self-centered and consumed by his own interests, so saying that he wants to study Byleth for the rest of his life makes her more like an accessory to his life plans rather than a central component. At least when Hanneman says he wants to study Byleth, he makes it very clear that he loves her and wants her as a person.

And the line where he says "I didn’t honestly think you’d reject me” is just…wow. Much disappoint. If I were Byleth I would turn him down on the spot just for saying that.

20. Ashe 

Ashe’s S-support comes off to me like he’s pledging himself to her as a vassal more than actually proposing. Yes, he does take initiative and does the proposing, which is consistent with the fact that Ashe is a gutsy little guy. But he’s so stuck on being helpful that the S-support ends up feeling immature. Plus, Byleth doesn’t seem very enthusiastic about the proposal compared to other S-supports, and overall Ashe’s worship of Byleth comes off as more dependent than romantic.

21. Caspar

We’ve reached the bottom four S-supports, starting with this disaster. Caspar is juvenile, reckless, and oblivious. (Don’t get me wrong — I adore his character and see him like a little brother.) Byleth has to take charge of the proposal, which is not a problem in itself, but then Caspar confesses that he hasn’t even thought about marrying Byleth — or anyone at all! asaslkjasdflk FAIL

At least the victory shout is kind of cute…if painfully cheesy.

And they get worse from here…

22. Rhea

I don’t have a lot to say here. I know I said that I would keep my personal feelings about the pairings themselves out of this, but I feel like there are certain things about this particular pairing that need to be addressed along with this S support.

Age gap aside (because frankly with immortals, age doesn’t really matter anymore), Rhea CREATED Byleth’s mother, essentially making herself Byleth’s grandmother. Incest vibes, yo. Plus, she fully intended to sacrifice Byleth’s life in order to bring back Sothis — which, granted, is a sentiment that wears off, and Jeritza is just as bad in terms of original intent to kill Byleth. This makes any kind of romantic revelation on Rhea’s side just…weird.

There are some good quotes in this S-support, and we get a ton of reveals about Rhea’s character development in a short amount of time. She’s self-conscious of her other form as a dragon, she acknowledges the wrongs she did in the past, and she expresses a desire to repent. She acknowledges the pivotal role that Byleth has played through her choices and accomplishments, rather than attributing them to fate and the “flow of time.” But honestly this would be more appropriate as a final scene at the end of the game, not a romantic S-support.

23. Cyril

Oh boy. Where do I start with this one? It’s so bad...

This boy is BABY. 19 years old after the war? Sure. Attractive design? Yes. But still, he. is. BABY. And the S-support portrait makes it so much worse by making him look freaking TEN.

And he’s so, so oblivious. Even worse than Caspar. He barely has a personality as a character outside of being committed to the servant mentality, and he has had no opportunity to discover himself as a freaking person outside of his obsession with Rhea. It should be illegal to even consider this kid for S-support. One thing would be if it was platonic, like Alois or Gilbert, but Byleth gives him the ring, and that means it’s supposed to be romantic.

Plus, Cyril says that he loves Byleth, but it’s super casual and comes off more like familial or friendship love rather than romantic love. Unless I missed something, I don’t think Byleth ever says that she loves Cyril in their S-support. And the end is just the worst: “Love ya, see ya in the morning.” That’s IT???? There is absolutely no indication of a mature relationship, and that’s just scary and gross.

I just…really hate this S-support. There’s only one S-support that’s worse…

24. Sothis

Forget everything that I said about keeping my feelings about particular pairings out of this ranking. This is a TRULY CURSED S-SUPPORT.

I don’t care that Sothis is technically a goddess whose age is beyond counting or mortal comprehension. All that matters is she looks like a child. She is lolibait. And to top it all off, she doesn’t even have physical form (thank goodness) — she’s just an apparition in Byleth’s head!

And this quote? “I love you deeply! Overwhelmingly! passionately! Ours is a love without an end!” I only have two words: PEAK CRINGE.

It would be one thing if Sothis came back in her adult form. Or better yet, if she had always been in her adult form as portrayed in the fresco in the reception hall. You can do something with that. But that’s not the case, Sothis is portrayed as a pre-pubescent child in both appearance and personality, and that’s just pedophilia vibes, y’all. I can’t believe this is a sincere S-support option.

#long post #i should have been writing fic #this happened instead #fire emblem three houses spoilers #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe16 #fe3h s support #fire emblem s support #female byleth #seteth #hubert von vestra #ignatz victor #lorenz hellman gloucester #felix fraldarius #balthus #dorothea arnault #ferdinand von aegir #dedue molinaro #edelgard von hresvelg #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #mercedes von martritz #hanneman von essar #yuri leclerc #raphael kirsten #sylvain jose gautier #claude von riegan #jeritza von hrym #linhardt von hevring #ashe ubert

[khaleesiofalicante]

I really said fuck classes who needs notes anyway (i do I have 5 tests in the next two weeks)

before I post my live blog here, I feel like people really underestimate how bad rumors are and how much they fuck with your mental health. they don't lose sleep over them, they don't think twice. but these things are harmful as fuck. they leave wounds that take so long to recover from because you keep on thinking about these lies who to others are "just words"

I've been there. it's not fun. I wish I had the courage back then to stand up to those rumors which I have now. these things never leave you. others might move on but the healing process is a journey that is long and hard. I wish more people understood just what effect their words can have.

Yeah, he knew a thing or two about family members going overboard with glitter.

IT'S RAFAEL CENTRIC GHSYGUJDUYDFUIKFDUIDFIUDF

TAVVY

TAVVY

TAVVY

DCSUIHDCSUIDUYUDICUIVSDUIHFVSUILFBUHKIFSV

I feel like I keyboard smash A LOT

“You will never drink even if you are not riding the bike,” Dad had pointed out – all Consul Voice and threatening glares. “The legal age for drinking in New York is 21.”

“But it’s 15 in Idris!”

“Well unfortunately for you, we are in Exile,” dad had grinned.

DAD ALEC UHIKSFDUIHKSGUIKSDVUIHKDVUHIKSVD

Max had a habit of ‘borrowing’ things and selling them on eBay. In his brother’s defense, Bapak had so many clothes that he never noticed when things disappeared. But Rafael did since he had a habit of wearing his father’s clothes.

The warlock – not the shadowhunter.

He wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those sweaters.

Now that Rafael was 18, he was almost as tall as his father.

The shadowhunter – not the warlock.

I AM SCREAMING

I love how he's clarifying which one he's talking about

“Do you know I used to have a crush on Lily Chen?” Tavvy blushed. “But then I found out she made out with Helen once and it kinda got weird.”

Ah yes. I remember. Does Rafael know that Alec also walked in on them?

ARCHITECT TAVVY

SDHDVUHDFSV,YDSFVUYVSFFUSVFUVFS

SHADOWUNTERS ATTENDING MUNDANE COLLEGES

“Dude, college kids don’t give a shit,” Tavvy laughed. “You could walk into a lecture covered in runes, holding a seraph blade and they wouldn’t give you a second look.”

“Cause they are chill?”

“Yes. But mostly cause they are dead inside,” Tavvy chuckled.

Surprisingly that's exactly what my grade 6 prefect told me (DAMN WHY AM I ALWAYS REMEMBERING GRADE 6 IT'S BEEN YEARS. that was a horrible year *shudders*)

ANJALI IS A CENTURION

LMAO THIS IS WHAT RAFAEL MEANT WHEN HE SAID HE WOULDNT WANT TO GO TO THE SCHOLOMANCE FOR PERSONAL REASONS

I still ship them.

“The meeting is going to go perfe-What is SHE doing here?”

Well, that was a quick change-

Unlike Aunt Maia, Lily did not like to be called Aunt Lily. So, Rafael respected her wishes. Max of course continued to call her Aunt Lily and sometimes Abeula Lily since his brother had a pathological condition of pissing people off.

THAT'S SO MAX OMG JHSXUHSCUHISDHUHUKIDVS

great now I miss Raphael

I HAVE A CLASS IN 7 MINUTES STOP MAKING ME CRY

that is so thoughtful of him though...

tears.

“There are no photos of Raphael,” Lily sighed.

“Because he is a vampire?” Tavvy asked sympathetically.

“Because he is Raphael,” she grinned. “Vampires can most certainly take photos. You should follow me on Instagram. My handle is simp_for_carstairs.”

Of course, it is. No one is surprised.

Tavvy picked one up, took a large bite and it threw it back immediately. “Holy shit, that’s spicy!”

“White,” Lily and Anjali snorted at the same time.

white people and their bland foods smh

“She is not wrong,” Lily nodded seriously. “I’m a Jem Carstairs fan first and a vampire second.”

As she should be

UHDSUHDFSUHFDH ANJALI AND RAFAEL COMPETING ABOUT WHO'S LILY'S FAVORITE

He observed Anjali’s long dark hair spilled over her shoulders as her eyes stayed on Lily – sharp, protective and beautiful.

"Beautiful"

I AM NOT LETTING THIS GO

I'm THE DAMN CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIP

FUCKING RUMORS

I'm GONNA KILL SOMEONE

“Shadowhunters are awful gossips,” Anjali said. “Let’s not waste our time with this nonsense.”

There was something in her voice. Something he couldn’t put his finger on.

No, wait I want to know what was in her voice.

But no. It couldn’t be. They weren’t dating.

YET

Rafael was sure there was something more than friendship between them. But David was polite to a fault and Max was an oblivious little shit. So, obviously nothing had happened yet.

OH MY GOD THESE TWO

But this was different. He would tolerate rumours about himself. But he would not tolerate rumours about his family.

I and Rafael will beat up the people who spread these rumors together :D

“She once told me she likes sipping tea more than drinking blood.

I-

same.

NOT THAT I DRINK BLOOD-

RAFAEL LMAO NO

"I hate her she's so annoying"

continues to daydream about her and how tall she'd be without those boots, lies to tavvy about her dating someone

Why did he do that? What was the purpose? Did he not want other people to date just because he wasn’t dating anyone?

And he calls Max oblivious.

oh class started

shit

IDC IDC I'LL STILL BE READING

LEXI AND SELENA ARE AT THE ACADEMY

JACE HYPER FIXATING ON THINGS BECAUSE HE'S BORED IS SUCH A MOOD

“David and I added rosemary to this one,” Uncle Jace wiped his hands on his apron. “It has definitely improved the taste, hasn’t it?”

“Save me,” David mouthed from behind the man.

LMAO POOR DAVID

“Empty nest syndrome,” Rafael chuckled. “I’m glad neither Max nor I had to leave home. My fathers are much worse.”

He remembered his first sleepover at the institute. His parents had waited for “an excruciating hour” before crashing the institute and joining the sleepover themselves.

yup, that's them.

“David,” Rafael grinned. “Are you afraid of my father?”

“What? No! He is the just a regular person…who can throw me in the silent city any time he wants,” David rambled and then shook his head. “Where is Max?”

He tried to sound nonchalant. But Rafael noted the way the other boy’s eyes fluttered every time he said Max’s name.

Just the way a crooked smile appeared on his brother’s lips every time someone said David’s name.

Idiots

ok, there is so much to unpack here.

DAVID HAS A VALID REASON OK??

These two are such IDIOTS HUSDUHISCUIDSVCUIHVSDUHI

“Max said Bapak is biased, and that he needs an unbiased tutor. Uncle Ragnor volunteered,” Rafael chuckled. “God bless the poor man.”

“Max isn’t that bad,” David replied.

“Looks like you’re biased too, David,” Rafael winked and picked up a spare bow from the training room.

of course, he is.

G-FORCE KJHSDCUISDYUKDFSUYKDSVYUSFD

oh shit

oh shit

WHO DID WHAT THIS TIME

what's the rumor and who do I need to kill

He didn’t know her well. But she knew a lot about him. Just as she knew a lot about the twins. She was one of those people who was oddly invested in his life just because Rafael happened to the Consul’s son.

what is her problem?

what the fuck

I need a minute

I need a minute to digest that

I'm so glad I closed my camera in class

what the actual fuck did she just say

tell me I'm hallucinating

times like these I wish I was Jared 19

no, because I'm actually speechless right now

Paige and Irene need therapy

OH SHE WENT THERE

“Paige, that’s enough!” the Dean snapped at her. “How dare you talk to him that way? You talk about warlock corruption but where all of you when Valentine exploited Jace and Clary? Where was this moral obligation when Valentine lied to his children and played with their feelings as if they were nothing but toys to be controlled and manipulated? I’m sick of shadowhunters victim blaming children instead of holding people like Valentine accountable.”

THANK YOU

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK SIMON

I feel like we all focus so much on the "incest" and hate on clace we forget that this part of the story was literally an abuser seeing that the victim was recovering and took the only thing which made him happy from him

I can't believe this

“Children have been suffering for a long time now, Paige,” Uncle Jace said now, his fists balled at his sides. “Where were you when Alec proposed the child protection bill? We didn’t see any of you supporting it.”

“We had other priorities,” the older woman replied. “People were dying! It was not the right time for a new law. We could have always signed that bill later. There was no rush!”

OTHER PRIORITIES MY ASS BITCH FUCK YOU

hey just realizing Rafael is the token straight

I'M SORRY IM TRYING TO DISTRACT ME

“The Cohort who made children kill themselves to prove a point?” Uncle Simon asked dryly. “That Cohort?”

I am so close to either crying or killing someone or both.

This was Max’s spot since it had the best Wi-Fi coverage.

yeah trust me I spend all the time in the guest room because it has the best wifi coverage or the study.

MAX IS SMOKING TOO

YOU FUCKING IDIOTS

oh wait

oh they might be alec's

yeah

For the next thirty minutes, Max paced around the room, threatening to portal all the shadowhunters to hell.

Then he went on about a plan to attack the cohort and portal them all to hell too.

He kept talking about portalling people to hell.

MAX YES LET'S DO IT!!!!

But here is the thing about people, they don’t get to you. You get to them.

They simply say something and leave. They probably don’t even mean the things they say or lose sleep over it. But it wasn’t the same for you. You obsess over it. You stay awake at night and let it consume your dreams.

YES! To others, it's just words. meaningless. to you, the effect can be so so deep. it's not easy to always brush them off.

NO MAGNUS

THAT'S IT

MAX AND I ARE PORTALLING PEOPLE TO HELL

WE'RE DOING IT

why do we hurt others?

my teacher: ill take a test on this chapter. all 20 units

me: softly crying because people are little shits and they hurt others.

“Fuck everyone else,” dad hissed. “They’ve hurt our family enough.”

EXACTLY. LEAVE THEM ALONE.

“I am simply being honest with you,” Dad interrupted. “I could never be okay when you are away from me. But I will manage. Max is going to raise hell though. So, that’s going to be fun.”

AS HE SHOULD

Neither Rafael nor Max would never admit it out loud, but on the day of that sleepover, on the day their parents had crashed the institute bcause they had missed the kids too much…Rafael and Max had been only a moment away from calling their parents to come pick them up.

He's right though.

it'll take time. lots of it maybe.

BUT THE ACTUAL AUDACITY.

It fucked with his mind so much.

Rafael...ALRIGHT WHERE ARE MY FLAMETHROWERS

“DAD! BAPA! WAKE UP! RAFE IS TRYING TO RUN AWAY!”

MAX REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF MY LITTLE BROTHER

He had forgotten about the bloody paperwork. Shadowhunters on their travel year had to notify the Clave and get their paperwork in order.

Well, it shouldn’t be a problem since the Clave was standing across the hall.

EXACTLY

Because it was killing him. It was killing him not to be lying on the couch, his head resting on his Bapak’s lap just like every other Saturday morning.

It was killing him not to touch, not to love, not to care.

GET MY FLAMETHROWERS AND CANNIBAL GOLDFISHES WE HAVE SOME WORK TO DO

(goddamn every class I have taken so far the teacher has told us there is a test coming up it's 9 am in the morning.)

His brother growled at that like the little feral animal that he was.

that's adorable actually.

“Fine,” Max rolled his eyes. “Does this mean I can also travel? There is a Twenty One Pilots concert in Sydney and-”

“Nice try,” Dad said. “But no. You are staying here.”

“Excuse me, but what about my healing?” Max demanded. “I’ve been traumatised by this thing.”

“You can go to therapy,” Rafael winked at this brother.

Therapy is boring but useful so-

He needed to survive this. So, he decided to go back to the place he had learned how to survive in the first place.

He needed to go back home.

UGLY CRYING WHILE TAYLOR SWIFT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AND MY HISTORY CLASS IN 2 MINUTES

I'm so proud of him for this...

I still say we kill these people.

JOAQUIN AND JULIETTE

UHISDCUIHFSDUGUIDFVDSDVFJHGDFVHUKDVHUKVF

Camilla Alvarez.

well well.

OH THEY KISSED

“Right,” Rafael had said. “Gap year. Besides, I do talk them. My brother threatened to paint my room in hot pink if I don’t text him every day.”

hands max a pint of paint HAVE AT IT

Max: Also – New Rumour. Dalliance between Lily and Tavvy.

Rafe: OMFG WHAT

Max: They are running with it and freaking old n*philim out.

AS THEY SHOULD UFUHIFUIHFUIHKFU

THE CENSORED N*PHILIM I'M SCREAMING

“He is hot.”

He laughed out loud. “Yeah. I hear that a lot.”

“Your dad looks kinda scary,” she pointed out.

Rafael laughed again. “Yeah. I kinda hear that a lot too.”

I'm liking this ship...

I'M STILL LOYAL TO THE RAFAEL AND ANJALI SHIP

but I'm happy for him. I'm glad he's getting the space he needs

Dad: Jst found legal age fr drnkng in Buenos Aires is 18.

Rafe: ????

Dad: I hv friends thr.

Rafe: ???

Dad: Thy r watchn u.

Rafe: Creepy but okay.

HJSDCGUIHJGSDCYUICVXUHVUHKDV

THE BOY'S DRINKING Y'ALL

Do it

MILA IS GOING TO NY!!

I like her. she's nice.

He was leaving soon. He didn’t see the point in lying to her. “I ran away from home. Kind of.”

“Why?”

“I hurt someone I love,” Rafael confessed. “The person I love most in the world.”

honey, it wasn't your fault... hugs

Shit. Why wasn’t Bapak going to the accords signing? He had been there for every single one since the very first time.

no no no no is something wrong?? I'm worried.

“You look taller,” Rafael told his brother who hadn’t grown an inch.

LMAO

Max and I are vertically challenged.

“Rafe, go to talk to him. Or I will tell everyone you’ve been smoking in the balcony!”

So, he was going to pin this on him, huh? This little shit.

well-

“You’ve progressed from freaking to fucking,” he pointed out.

“That’s not the fucking point, Rafael!” Max said in exasperation.

“You did it again,” Rafe pinched Max’s cheek. “My little brother is all grown up now. Linguistically I mean.”

“Dick."

I CAN'T WITH THESE TWO

When he had gone back to Buenos Aires, the place was completely different - even the shadow market.

There were no abandoned children in the streets. There were no racist and ignorant leaders exploiting innocent downworlders.

There was only growth.

His father had done that. Alec Lightwood had helped Joaquin and his people create a new world in Buenos Aires.

This shows how much people can flourish under good leadership if they really try.

YOU KNOW I'M SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING THESE NOTES DOWN, NOT CRYING OVER THIS.

“I will protect our family. I will protect our friends. I will protect those who ask for my protection. But I will not tolerate their hate. I will not turn my head and pretend it doesn’t hurt. Because it does hurt and that’s not okay.”

Rafael smiled at that. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s not okay.”

“The accords is important. But so am I. There is no point in signing a treaty that is meant to value equality if I have to sign it while being surrounded by those who refuse to respect me or my identity. I simply cannot do it, Rafael. I hope you understand.”

I'm sobbing like YES YOU DONT OWE THEM SHIT. THESE UNGRATEFUL BITCHES.

“It’s taken me a while to realize this. But I don’t owe the nephilim anything,” Bapak said firmly. “It’s about time they realize that too.”

YES EXACTLY

“I’ve known shadowhunters for a long time, Rafael. Good ones. Bad ones. All kinds of them – and shadowhunters have always defined themselves by their love. Not by your weapons. Not by your runes. Not by your last names. Not by your laws. Shadowhunters have always defined themselves by love. So, don’t ever let them take that away from you.”

I want this on a T-shirt. These damn shadowhunters and their love.

“Like the Accords Hall kiss?” Rafael grinned.

“It’s the stupidest thing your father had ever done – which is really saying something,” his father laughed. “But it’s also the bravest thing I’ve ever seen him do. And that’s how I knew.”

affectionate sigh that's alec.

“Good. Max is sitting in the porch and singing All by Myself,” Tessa chuckled and closed the door. “Just thought you should know!!”

Rafael giggled at that. “He must have given you hell.”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bapak shrugged, and Rafael raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I might have promised to buy him a car when he turns 18.”

“You’re hoping he would stop aging by then, aren’t you?” Rafael chuckled.

Max is so dramatic I aspire to be like him.

Blue banners when the lost return, the shadowhunter rhythm said.

Rafael had returned home – and he was no longer lost.

I'm ok I say as I cry during my history class

I'm so proud of him.

“Well, that needs to be rectified immediately,” Dad said in the Consul Voice and literally yelled. “I am about to kiss my son – on both cheeks! You better gossip about this too!”

“Oh my god, stop!” Rafael giggled and tried to escape.

“YAS!” he heard Uncle Jace yelled from somewhere. “GIVE US A FOREHEAD KISS TOO!”

THEY ARE SO DRAMATIC I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH.

THEM ADDING TO THE ACCORDS AS THEY SHOULD OMG

“The hell is hate speech?” someone asked.

Do you not have a dictionary you uncultured swine

“There is a very clear difference between free speech and hate speech,” Cristina Rosales pointed out. “The fact that you don’t seem to know that is all the more reason for us to include this provision.”

YES CRISTINA

“By the angel,” an old man gasped. “There is no need to be so emotional. The younger generation can be such snowflakes.”

What if I just strangles him

“Discriminatory language?” a woman demanded. “What does that even mean?”

“Calling vampires bloodsuckers,” Lily Chen answered.

“Calling warlocks demon spawns,” Ragnor Fell pointed out.

“Calling werewolves fleabags,” Maia Roberts declared.

“Calling faeries half-breeds,” Kieran Kingson all but yelled.

The fact that they have had to deal with this shit for YEARS. (also why Kingson? isn't Kieran the king?)

THE QUEEN HERSELF IS HERE Y'ALL

“Which one of you shitheads said hate speech is harmless?” Anjali demanded, her voice booming over everyone and everything else.

YES ANJALI

Anjali had a grin of her own. “While that might true, Paige, there is most certainly a law on child protection. You didn’t just hurt Magnus Bane. You also hurt his son. Section 7 of the Child Protection Bill states that any person who physically or emotionally injures a child through ill-treatment, neglect, abandonment or abuse is guilty of breaking the covenant.”

“Damn straight!” someone yelled from the crowd – it sounded suspiciously like Kit.

CALL THESE BITCHES OUT YES

“Rafael is not a child!” someone yelled again. A lot of them this time. “It’s still not illegal. The law doesn’t say so!”

“By the angel, for someone who is obsessed with the law you people seem to know nothing about it,” Anjali said in exasperation. “The child protection law defines a child as a person under 18 years OR younger. The incident happened when he was still 18. It’s illegal.”

YES ANJALI FUCK THESE PEOPLE

“I’m the Inquisitor’s daughter,” she said. “Next time, think twice before you quote the law at me.”

SHOW THEM, QUEEN

How did she know his birthday????

ahem

“So, if you do hurt him emotionally, you can still be implicated. You will face charges and you can possibly be stripped of your runes,” Anjali pointed out seriously. “Now I ask you again. Does anyone else have to say anything about him?”

There was absolute silence then.

“Didn’t fucking think so,” Anjali spat. “I literally had to mention the stripping of your marks for you to respect another person’s basic rights. If you give half the value you place on your precious runes to other people, we wouldn’t be in exile right now.”

The Cohort looked terrified – of Anjali or their future in the Clave, Rafael didn’t know.

“People are dying,” Anjali said, her voice heavy now. “Our people are fucking dying, and you seem to be more bothered with who is sleeping with whom. Shame on you. Shame on all of you!”

She turned to the Council. The Inquisitor looked like he was going to cry from pride. Rafael’s dad looked half terrified but mostly impressed. Lily was blowing kisses at Anjali. The other downworld leaders looked quite pleased.

Shadowhunters are so fucking bigoted and narrow-minded. I'm seething right now.

also, alec looking scared-

“THAT’S THE BEST SHIT I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!” Emma Carstairs yelled.

“Goddamn, I wish Magnus was here to see this,” Uncle Jace grinned. “That was satisfying as hell.”

“No worries, I recorded the whole thing!” Kit put up his hand.

YES YES AND YES

“Fuck the Cohort,” Rafael giggled.

“Actually, I would prefer you use the word screw,” his father pointed out. “Screw the Cohort!”

“Oh my god, Dad!” Rafael rolled his eyes. “I am allowed to swear once in a while.”

“No, you are not,” Dad said firmly – this man was so not ready to meet Max’s new persona. “As your friend pointed out, you are still a child.”

Alec seeing Max curse left and right: 👁️👄👁️

"She hates me!"

“Rafael, she stood up for you in front of the entire Clave. She fought the Cohort. It was incredibly brave. I wish she had spoken to me before without causing all the chaos. So, it was a little stupid of course. But still brave.”

Stupid but brave.

YESYESYESYES IT'S HAPPENING!!!

ANJALI WHO HURT YOU

WHO DARED TO

Names. Give me names NOW

Jaime no...please no not Jaime.

please please, please

ok, I searched it up. And he can get treatment. He can live. It doesn't have to be serious. please, Jaime...

“If you ever tell anyone you saw me crying, I will drag you to Idris and drown you in Lake Lyn.”

This is such an Anjali thing to say.

OOO MILLA (Mila?) MESSAGED!!! Is there gonna be some sort of love triangle here??

me who despises love triangles (aside from TID of course): ...

BUT SINCE IT'S YOU I'M SURE IT'LL BE AMAZING. I'm still nervous about this though...

UHCUHDVUKDVHUKVHUVHM I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO SO SO SO MUCH IT WAS A LITERAL ROLLERCOASTER AND ANJALI QUEEN I LOVE

see ya on Friday!!

OKAY I AM LOVING THIS ENERGY BUT PLEASE FOCUS ON YOUR CLASSES FJKSDFHJKSJFHKD I PROMISE THE STORY IS GOING TO BE HERE WHEN YOU GET BACK LOL.

But I am so glad you like it. Amidst all your screaming and chaos, I always find very perceptive and profound observations. It's fantastic! I love it so much!

Thank you for enjoying LBAF - and good luck with your tests!!!

#lbaf

[asmobunn]

The Obey Me cast in vtm:b clans? Hmm. I'll probably expand more on this later and worldbuild some more.

Lucifer would obviously be an Ventrue, a Ventrue Sheriff.

Mammon would be an actual Toreador. Asmo often gets annoyed at how easy some things come to him. But Mammons aesthetic fixation is gold and currency.

Leviathan... he is a hard one to place, I really wanna say a Nosterafu.

Satan? My first guess is Tremere but he would definitely be a Brujah.

Asmodeus. Hmm... I can't decide to place him in as Toreador, Ventrue or Malkavian. But I'll go with a Malkavian. The more you talk to him the more apparent his Malk nature is. He is presented as a Toreador though.

Beelzebub and Belphie are Gangrel. Beel has to watch himself or he may fall prey to the beast fast enough, and Belphie had already been marked. He frenzied before and gained a tail, so people just assume he is a furry.

Simeon is a Ravnos. He cares for Luke and has Luke do errands in the daytime.

Solomon is apart of the Banu Haqim clan formally, but he does his own thing. He likes to try to string up different blood concoctions for other kindred to drink.

Diavolo, Ventrue and obviously the prince of this places camarilla.

Barbatos is an Tremere, but still official serves Diavolo in a type of butler or left hand vibe.

Raphael?? Probably a Lasombra honestly.

Mephistopheles is definitely a Ventrue. Owns multiple estates and is frequently in contact with other Elysiums.

Thirteen depending on edition a Cappadocian or a Hecata.

Luke is just this sweet child that can unfortunately see ghosts. Collectively, he is kept from harm. He is also a Dhampir.

MC... is whatever you want them to be. If Lilith could have also sired MC a long time ago before they got bloodhunted, but it was their last wish for MC to seek refuge with Lucifer. They'd be the youngest kindred, a fresh whelp. Personally my MC is an ex-Entity personnel and is regarded as a critical asset.

#obey me! vtm:b AU #obey me

[prettybiching]

Okay you are an angel for doing this but can I have a Jon Ossoff one where the reader is a Senator please... I’m very scared that he has a secret tumblr and can see this but fuck shame. THANK YOU

Look At Me

Pairing: Jon Ossoff x Senator!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mature content, oral (male and female receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected sex (use protection, children), praising kink? hair pulling, cursing

Word Count: 4,985 words

Note: In this fic, Jon wins his race on 5th January instead of the 6th. The insurrection still happens and I’ve left the possibility of a second part open if anyone wants it (it will take place on the day of the inauguration/his swearing-in)

Also this was heavily inspired by Why Don't We's song 'Look At Me' so you can listen to it while reading <3

This one is a personal favourite of mine so hope you guys enjoy

Being the youngest Senator in the United States Senate wasn't as easy as it seemed, especially when you're a woman. You spent the past two years working twice as hard as your constituents for them to take you seriously. Thankfully, the hard work paid off as you smoothly rode your way to a second term with a fierce and no-nonsense reputation. 

With a satisfying national election out of the way, the entire country's eyes were on the Georgia state run-off elections, including yours.

As soon as you'd secured your own Senate seat, you threw yourself onto Jon Ossoff and Reverend Raphael Warnock's campaigns. Your relationship with the former was turning out to be an interesting one, to the say least.

The two of you flirted, relentlessly and shamelessly. You were certain even the crowd in the rallies took notice of it. Yet, it was not going anywhere. At least not for some time.

"How are we on the count?" you asked, walking into the room filled with campaign staffers. Although Jon was in the lead the last time you'd heard, the race was still open. 

"Ossoff is still on the lead," your chief of staff, Beverly announced, her eyes not leaving her iPad. You had decided to bring in your manpower for the last few weeks of the campaign as well. "However, Perdue is closing in."

"Shit," you cursed, your fingers curled into a fist.

"We will be fine," came another voice, calm and far more composed than yours. You felt the weight of Jon's arm around you as he swung his it over your shoulder, drawing you closer to him. 

You rolled your eyes at his optimism. How did he manage to be so calm while you were losing your mind? It was so unfair. 

"Jon," you dragged, turning to the side--as much as his grip on you allowed, "I thought you were meant to be in your home?" You fluttered your eyelashes at him dramatically, inducing a smile from him. 

"I didn't feel like staying there," he shrugged, leaning his weight against your side, stuffing his free hand in the pocket of his pants. "Besides, you're here," he winked at you, a shit-eating grin on his face.

You hummed, unable to stop the smile curling onto your lips. "Aren't you adorable?" you cooed, taking in the scent of Jon's aftershave. 

"Take me in all you want because this miss is out tomorrow," you remarked, lifting Jon's arms from around you, turning yourself around to stand across him. 

"It's alright," he shrugged, not letting go of your hands, "I'll join you in two weeks."

An involuntary smile escaped your lips at his cockiness before you shook your head.

"You're something else, aren't you?" your hand curled around his bicep before the two of you began walking out of the room.

"I'll take that as a compliment," he grinned at you, every now and then waving or nodding towards the interns and staffers you two passed. 

"You should," you sighed, your heart sinking a little at the thought of leaving Georgia the next day. You came to enjoy your time here more than you had expected to, it was as if you were inside your own bubble, a bubble that would burst once you left. 

Jon noticed your change in demeanour and nudged you with his hip, breaking you away from your trance. "What's up, buttercup?"

"Call me that one more time and I'll break your pretty face," you warned with a deadpan glare.

However, that didn't seem you faze him. Instead, he focused on another aspect of your threat. 

"Awe, you think I have a pretty face?" he teased, stopping at his feet. He took a step forward, closing in the gap between the two of you, him towering over him.

Instead of backing away, you let go of his bicep, lifting both of your hands to cup his cheeks, squishing them. "You have the prettiest face in town," you cooed in a baby voice. 

You felt his face heat up in your grasp, making you smile. Two can play this game, you thought.

"I prefer yours, though," his voice came muffled as your hands made it difficult for him to speak, but you heard it, alright.

"Bitch, you should!" you exclaimed, letting go of his face, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your overcoat for warmth. "I have the face of a goddess, thank you very much."

Jon threw his head back in laughter as you mock curtsied, his face turning red. You couldn't help but join in as well, his state far too amusing for you to just stand by. You shook your head, giggling, holding onto his arms for balance.

"You know what?" he rasped, recovering from his fit. "I see why Raphael finds us insufferable at times," he said before letting out another laugh.

"Hey!" you pouted, slapping his forearm lightly. "We are adorable."

 With a grin still in his face, Jon leaned in closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulder, engulfing you in a warm hug. He swayed the two of you side-by-side, "That we are."

Your palms remained pressed against his back, enjoying the way his body heat radiated off to you. His chin settled on the crown of your head, securing you in place.

"You're going to win this thing," you stated against him, your voice void of any hesitation, "and you're going to join me in DC."

"Because if you don't, I'm going to annoy you to death," you tilted your head upwards, making him move his head back.

His hands trailed down before settling on your waist, a gentle smile washing over his face, making your heart melt. He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get a word out, Beverly's voice rang through the empty lobby.

"I've got an update---"

"Okay, are you guys fucking yet?" she asked, her mouth hanging wide open at the two of you. No doubt, the two of you looked comfortable.

Jon's laugh vibrated against you as you rolled your eyes at her words, unlinking yourself from him. However, he did not let you go too far away as one of his hands resting on your waist as you stood by his side.

You felt a remark coming from Jon, so you dug your elbow to his side, shutting him up prematurely before turning to Beverly. "What do you have, Bev?"

Forgetting about what was happening earlier, her eyes darted between the two of you, a devilish smile that you'd seen so many times before taking over. "You guys might want to see this."

The two of you walked back into the office room, ignoring the lurking eyes of the campaign volunteers and interns on you. 

The atmosphere inside the room was airy and cheerful, a transformation from what you'd seen earlier. You knew this meant some positive news. 

Jon's campaign manager held a massive grin on his face as he spoke, "You're going to want to start brushing up on that victory speech of yours."

"They're almost done with counting the votes, the race is about to be called anytime," someone else added from afar, eyes fixated on their computer screen.

Your lips split into a toothy grin, your heart swelling with excitement. It was happening, Jon was going to win. Your eyes went over to his face, he was smiling, but more than that, you knew he was relieved. A weight was lifted off of him. 

"Guys," Beverly called out, drawing everyone's attention towards her. Jon's campaign manager joined in, both of them looking at one another for confirmation before they turned to Jon.

"The Associated Press has called the race for..." she read from her iPad, "Jon fucking Ossoff."

The room erupted into screams, everyone letting out a loud cheer for Jon. You jumped at your feet, your arms snaking around his neck to pull him against you. He responded by planting his arms around your waist, holding onto for balance. 

You pulled your face back for a second, only for him to lean forward, crashing his lips against yours with fervour. Your stomach did backflips as you felt his hands squeeze your hips. 

Your brain froze for a second, unable to process what was happening before you kissed back with the same ardour, your hands resting on his jaw to pull him closer to you. 

After a few seconds, the two of you are forced to pull back for air, already missing the taste of his lips and your eyes widen at him in surprise. "Holy shit," you gasped, "did you just kiss me?"

His nose creased as he smiled down on you, his hands finding their way back to your waist, oblivious of all the onlookers. "I think I just did, Senator."

"We are going to talk about this later," you arched your brow at him pointedly before untwining from him. The kiss could wait, for now, this was this moment. He belonged to the people right now, he could be yours later. 

Everyone began congratulating him, bombarding him with handshakes and hugs as you stepped to the side, Beverly joining you.

"Don't," you warned, looking ahead, avoiding the teasing smile on her face you could see from the corner of your eyes. 

"I didn't say anything," she threw her hands in mock surrender. "All I'm saying this, about damn time, L/N."

You rolled your eyes, your slightly swollen lips curling into a small smile as you met Jon's eyes from across the room.

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With the Georgia election results in, you had another itinerary to fulfil in DC. You had a flight to catch the next day, early in the morning so you could join your colleagues in certifying the Electoral College votes. It was merely symbolic. However, recent words of rejection from the far-right made the event much more significant. You needed to be present.

A few months ago, you would've been ecstatic at the prospect of being part of history, but it seemed like your heart had other plans. 

"You know you can have more than one drink, right?" Beverly's voice announced, taking a seat beside you. You deviated your eyes from the crowd to her, her usual pantsuit gone and replaced by a white woollen bodycon. She, along with others, had finally let loose and you knew they deserved it. No one worked harder than them.

"I'd rather not wake up with a hangover in the morning," you retorted, taking a sip of the drink you'd been nursing for quite some time. "You look nice," you added, "not that you don't look nice every day."

She rolled her eyes at your compliment, scoffing, "Please, I look like I ran out of a burning building at work."

"That's so not true," you gasped, playfully swatting her arm. "Take the compliment and shut up."

"Anyways," she began, ignoring you, "there comes your loverboy." Your eyes followed her extended finger and at the end of it was a neatly dressed Jon, his eyes glistening against the dimly lit room, a lazy smile on his face and his usually set hair, unruffled. 

Beverly slides out of her chair, waving lousily at you before leaving the two of you alone. You didn't miss her poor attempt at winking at Jon to which he let out a chuckle before taking Beverly's seat.

"Hi," you propped your chin atop your knuckle, a smile creeping up your face as your heart fluttered at his sight. Damn it, you're whipped.

"You look," he took in a sharp breath, eyeing you up and down, "breathtaking."

Your mouth ran dry, you bit into your cheeks as you felt your face beginning to heat up. "You don't look too bad yourself," you teased, leaning closer to Jon.

Abandoning the drink on the table, your hands trailed towards his tie, fixing it as his eyes remained fixated on you. 

"You know it's getting late," he remarked absentmindedly, pulling your stool closer to him. 

"Hm?" you pretended to feign oblivion, your hands still on his tie. "What about it?"

He closed the gap between the two of you, his lips hovering over your ear, "No one will miss us."

With that, you tilted your head to the side, pulling him by his tie as you captured his lips with yours, he responded instantly, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. His lips were warm and soft, tasting of alcohol as they moulded around yours. You let out a sound of approval, a fire igniting within you as your mind dizzied from the smell of his cologne. 

The two of you pulled back, panting. Jon's pupils were blown, his lips swollen as he stared at you with a sheepish smile. Your chest heaved, and you reciprocated his expression before taking his arm, pulling him out of his seat.

You made a beeline for the exit door, pushing past the sea of people, your legs moving fast as Jon followed suit. You're hit with a cold breeze as you make your way out, your navy blue dress and the coat draped over your shoulders not enough to withstand the chill, goosebumps rising on your arms. 

Neither of you speaks on the elevator ride to your hotel room. Your bodies, every touch, every movement, does the speaking for you. Jon's standing behind you, one of his hands firmly planted on your hips as he bends his head down, brushing aside your hair. His fingers are cold against the delicate flesh of your skin, making you shiver.

You feel his lips on the nape of your neck, slowly and painfully, his kisses trailing down your exposed skin. Just as a moan escapes your lips, the elevator dings open and this time, Jon's the one leading you out.

You're a panting mess, and Jon's far too collected for your liking as you reach the door of your hotel room. Your hands are shaky as you attempt to retrieve your card from your purse, failing a few times to unlock it before the door clicks open.

As soon as the door closes behind you two, the atmosphere has changed. You throw your purse and the coat off of your shoulders on the floor. You're about to free yourself off your stilettos when Jon's voice stops you, "Keep those on."

You oblige, halting your actions before turning around. Your eyes are fixated on Jon as he discards his suit jacket, the clothing joining the pile on the floor. You bit your lips, stifling a whisper as you watch his arms flex, untying the tie from around his neck. 

You watch as he frees himself from the restraints of his clothing while you take your own sweet time, unzipping your dress, leaving you only in your bra and panties. 

Jon’s tongue darts out to lick his lips at your sight, and you make your way towards him, pulling his face down towards yours, meshing your lips together once more, and it’s different from before but not any less good. He presses against your back and then moves his hand down to your ass, squeezing it through the lace of your panties and you let out a whimper in surprise.

“Did you like that?” His voice has dropped an octave, almost a growl and wetness pools at your core at the mere sound. You nod desperately. God, it’s so good, and you don’t realize you’re walking backwards until your legs hit the bed and you find yourself planted on the mattress. 

Jon situates himself between your open legs, kneeling on the floor and you wrap them around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you, and then he’s kissing you again. Your hands move to his back and trace your fingers along his exposed back - so toned and warm, and he shivers when your nails graze his skin. 

He's so fucking perfect, you cry in your head. How many nights did you spend with your hands between your legs playing out the exact scene happening in front of you? Far too many and the sight of him between your thighs is enough to make your pussy clench.

"Changed your mind?" He asks, a teasing smile on his face as he runs his hands along your legs and you look at him with wide eyes, shaking your head furiously.

"Never," Your answer makes him chuckle, and he leans over, his knees off the floor as he kisses you once again. The kiss is intense, filled with hunger and desperation, and you fall back a little, bracing yourself on your elbows. His hands leave your legs before going to your waist, trailing them up until they reach the clasp of your bra.

He unhooks the fabric, your chest exposed to the cold wind, making your nipples harden. “God,” He murmurs, resting his palm against your breast, and then he squeezes. You moan out, and then he’s focusing on your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. It feels so good you could sob, and you bring your fingers up to run through his hair.

 Jon looks up at you with one raised eyebrow and then moves his head to your chest, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses against your chest. Your back arches into his mouth, squeezing tightly on his black strands, a choked-up cry leaving your mouth as his teeth graze your nipple.

Godgodgodgodgod. Feels so fucking incredible your brain starts getting fuzzy. He’s so good at this. All you can focus on is him, now, working through his soft hair as he wraps his lips right around your nipple, cheeks hollowing as he sucks, and you groan out.

“God, Jon. Fuck.” It’s all you can say, though you’re fairly positive he gets the gist of your feelings about what he’s doing. You push yourself up, and Jon moves off of you, looking at you with his brows furrowed, confused why you push him away.

"Jon, I need you. Please," You whimper desperately.

His lips curl up slightly, and you narrow your eyes at him. "You have to be patient, doll.”

“I don’t want to be patient, I want you now, Jon, please.”

You pout your lips. Jon's head is mere inches from your chest, and when he breathes out, it tickles your breasts.

But then Jon says, “Don’t be a brat, honey,” and you furrow your eyebrows. “I said to be patient. You get it -” his hands trail to your panties, tucking at them, “when I say you can have it. Alright?”

No, you don’t think it’s very alright, actually. You open your mouth to protest, to beg Jon for it, even, and be the brat he told you not to be. His hand snakes up and presses against your mouth, and you huff.

With his free hand, he tugs down your panties - the crotch area is damp, sticky with your arousal, and you see his lips nearly spread into a smile at the sight of it.

Jon leans in and attaches his lips to your clit, flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub, and you cry out louder than you ever have before. Your legs - over his shoulders, ankles crossed at the top of his back - shake desperately, thighs enclosed around his ears.

His eyes flit up to you, and they’re so smug. Full of cockiness and all you want is to be full of him.

His tongue is magical. Your hips buck into his mouth as he sucks at your clit and then he braces his hands over your hips, keeping you pressed right down onto the mattress. Your eyes shut of their own accord and your breath is erratic no matter how much you try to keep it steady.

“Eyes open.” Jon's voice is low, and you obey him without a second thought, gazing down upon him from his spot between your thighs. He isn’t looking at you - his own eyes are shut as if the pleasure of doing this to you is too much for him to keep them open - and he moves his mouth from your clit to ghost open-mouthed kisses over your inner thighs before licking a thin stripe up your folds.

Your hips try to jerk up again, but Jon keeps them pressed down, and when you look back down at him, your eyes meet. The knot that had been forming in your stomach begins to unravel. Your thighs clamped around his head, your skin warm against his ears. Your hand is in his hair, and you grip his strands. His locks feel so soft between your fingers, and cries are streaming from your mouth.

Jon is a constant chant coming off your lips.

You swear you’re a second away from toppling over the edge of your orgasm when he pulls away. His chin is slick with your juices, and you sob out, a tear trickling down your cheek as you slowly start to come down from your denied pleasure - but it’s so bad, you hate him for this, you need to fucking cum.

“Please, please.”

Jon listens to your pleads for just a moment, resting his cheek against your inner thigh. He watches you catch your breath and then stands, and you’re on the verge of protesting, but then he grips the backs of your thighs - pulls you to the edge of the bed and then picks you up.

Your legs hook around his waist, and he wraps one arm around your back, pulling you as close to him as you can, and then he kisses you, hard and fast and passionate, and you moan into his mouth.

He plops you onto the bed once again, your head nearly missing the headboard as you sink into the soft mattress. As desperate as you are for your release, the sight of his thick bulge beneath his boxers makes your mouth water. 

Licking your lips, you prop yourself onto your elbows before sitting upright, your hands travelling to his boxers, your eyes locked to his, asking for permission. Wordlessly, his fingers tangle themselves into your hair, pulling you closer.

You snake your hand down into his boxers, grasping his length, and he lets out a loud groan. His grip on your hair tightens, and you moan yourself, tightening your grip on his member.

Jesus.

He’s big. It’s all you can fucking think about, now, and you bring your hand to your mouth - spit into your palm - and begin jerking him off, slowly, still marvelling at him.

You scoot forward a little, and Jon growls underneath you. You whimper, pumping your hand faster up and down his length, and then you lean your head in and lick a stripe up his shaft, following a thick purple vein that leads right to the tip.

“Oh, fuck!” Jon's fingernails dig into your scalp, making you moan against him. You wrap your lips around the tip of his dick, hollowing your cheeks as you suck on it, and the room is filled with your noises.

Jon's hips buck up into your mouth, and you gag around him, tongue swirling around the tip of his cock.

Your mouth leaves his cock, replaced with your hands as you pump him a couple of times, and you lean forward to lick at his tip when Jon groans out and buries his hand into your curls, tugging you back and away from his cock, and your hand drops away from him. You push him down on your back, so Jon's lying on the mattress, and you’re straddling his lower stomach. Then you turn so you facing him, admiring his face - lust overtaking his features - and he brings his hand up to your cheek, stroking your skin with the pad of his thumb.

“I don’t want to cum in your mouth, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice soft, and a chill runs up your back at his tone. That and - the cold breeze of the room. Jon places his hand on your thigh and trails it nearer to your cunt until his fingers are ghosting over your folds, and with one fluid motion, he pushes a finger inside of you. There’s not a single bit of resistance from your body, slickness making it entirely too easy for him, and you moan out. “I want to cum in here.”

Jon pushes himself up against the back of the bed, pressing his hands against your back, and you kiss him so fucking hard it almost hurts. Your taste is on his lips, and you love it, love the mixture of the two of you, love how beautiful this all is. 

You reach down and take hold of his cock again, legs shaking as you position yourself right above him, lips still so close to his, and you sink down onto his achingly hard member after one deep breath.

He is big, and it almost hurts - not much, but it’s almost there. Almost - but the pleasure that fills you overpowers any ounce of pain you could feel. Jon drops his head back, moving his hands to your hips, rubbing your skin, and if Jon's feeling half as good as you are, then he’s in fucking heaven.

Based on his blissed-out face, you’d think he is.

Your head drops to his shoulder, and you swallow thickly, a tear forcing its way from your eye and down your cheek, and Jon's breathing is so heavy. You can feel him throbbing inside of you, and you need a moment before you can move, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You need time to value this, savouring every second of him inside of you. 

You lift yourself up, legs shaking near violently, and then drop back down. Jon’s moan is nearly louder than yours, and you lean in to kiss him again as you keep moving. Slow at first, but you try to get faster. 

You roll your hips and grind into him, bouncing up and down, and Jon helps you with his hands on your hips and on your waist, and his moans and cries are the perfect motivation to keep going.

“Oh my god.” your voice is breathy, a cry breaking through the words like water through a dam. “God, Jon. Oh, god, fuck.”

You rest your hands on his shoulders, leaning in again to kiss him, but you’re moving fast enough that it’s hard to land every kiss and so you end up with your lips pressed against his jawline. You want his touch everywhere - your waist and your ass and your tits and your clit - because wherever he touches it feels like electricity sparking through your body.

“Feel so good and tight around me,” Jon grunts, and you could cum just from the words. “You’re so wet, sweetheart, so - fucking - good. So good for me.”

“Jon -” your legs are aching, muscles burning, and you’re afraid of the pace stuttering, but you can hardly get the words out to tell him. You wrap your arms around his neck and use that as leverage to keep bouncing up and down.

It’s hard. Jon notices your pace slowing and holds your hips down, forcing you to take all of him in, and then he pulls you off of him with one swift motion.

You already miss his cock filling you up. He pushes you back onto the bed, and you sink into the mattress with a small grin as he presses his body on top of yours. You throw a leg over his waist, pulling him down, and then you lean up again, attaching your lips as he slides into you.

His hips are fast against yours, the pace near brutal, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Skin slaps against the skin, and he bites at your lip, swallowing every single sob that escapes your mouth, catching your tears with a finger beneath your eye. Your hand snakes between your body and rubs at your clit, two fingers against your swollen, sensitive nub, and it’s so intense.

It’s all so intense. Jon's grunts are akin to that of angels, and with every thrust, he hits your g spot, and your fingers on your clit only add to the experience - and it’s even better when he rips your wrist from your cunt and replaces it with his own finger, rubbing tight, fast circles.

You won’t last.

You cum, and it’s violent, legs thrashing, body arching upwards. Your eyes roll back into your head and pleasure rips through your body like a fucking earthquake, and Jon's still pumping in and out of you, his fingers are relentless on your clit.

Leaning down to kiss you once more, he pushes his hips into yours a few more times, pace slowing.

“Gonna cum in you, sweetheart,” Jon murmurs.

He cums within another minute, spilling inside of you, and the warmth of his cum painting your walls could push you over the edge again. Jon’s groans are loud and brash, rolling his hips slowly against yours until he’s finished, and then he collapses right back on top of you.

Your bodies are slick with sweat and entirely too warm, but with the cold contrast of the room, you don’t mind. Your leg around Jon's waist, your arms on his neck, his head in your shoulder. Lips on your neck. It’s all so perfect.

A peaceful silence overtakes both of you, and you want to swim in it for eternity. However, you can't resist the words leaving your lips.

"How the fuck do you expect me two spend the next two weeks in peace after this?"

He laughs against your bare skin, sending a tingle down your spine before he presses a kiss on your shoulder blade. 

Nevertheless, you know your coming two years in DC will be far from lonely.

#jon ossoff #jon ossoff fic #jon ossoff x reader #jon ossoff smut

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It Started With the Milk: Chapter 7 - Solution and Sacrifice

April tipped the delivery kid and shut the door. After setting the boxes of pizza and garlic knots on the coffee table she flopped down onto the sofa with a breath of relief.

“It was just the delivery kid, Leo,” she shouted.

A clatter from the kitchen rang through the small apartment before Leo re-entered the living room. With a disgruntled huff, Leo took a seat beside her. “Was it really necessary for you to kick me into the broom closet?”

“Uh,” Now that April thought about it, kicking him into the pantry may have not been as necessary as she felt at the time. “I panicked?” She offered with a shrug.

After a pause, he gave a dry chuckle. “Under the circumstances,” Leo sighed as he sank into the sofa, “you’re forgiven.”

April could feel Leo’s exhaustion. His humor was gone and he was practically deflated against the cushions. Straightening herself to close the gap, she said “I know that a lot is going on right now and it's scary… I’m scared too. Even I’m having a hard time understanding it, but don’t worry,” she placed a comforting hand on his arm and gave a light squeeze, “everything is going to turn out okay.”

Leo looked towards April. Mayhem jumped onto Leo’s lap, rubbing against his chest and licking his face to pull a smile from him. Leo hugged Mayhem, a small smile creeping into him as he pulled him close. “You’re right,” he smiled towards April, “thanks.”

“We’re going to figure this out, but for now,” she popped the box open, “let’s get you to eat something, okay?” The smell of warm cheese and spices flooded the room and April pulled out a cheesy piece for herself. She hesitated to pull a piece from the other half - the squirmy, blinking, vibrantly-colored-tentacle-covered half - but she did it anyway and held it out to Leonardo. “I got your favorite!”

The slice was tempting. It was his favorite. He and his brothers would share this pizza all the time, but now? The sight of the wriggling slice made him nauseous.

“Actually,” he reached into the pizza box to grab a slice of the cheese, “I think I'll stick with the classics today.”

April looked surprised by his answer but took a bite without a word. As she began to lower the creepy special back into the box Mayhem jumped over the table and snatched it from her hand.

“Mayhem no!” She jumped from her seat, “you can’t eat that!” Leo swore that he saw Mayhem smirk as he ran into the kitchen with April close on his heels. A crash followed by a bang bounced off the walls of the apartment, chased with April’s voice, “you’re on a delicate tummy diet!”

Leonardo took a bite of his pizza. It was good. Really good. While the crashing (and a few muttered curse words) echoed he began to eat faster than normal, quickly finishing his slice before grabbing another cheesy piece. He finished that too, and after he finished a third of the garlic knots he realized that this was the first time he’d eaten today. Mayhem ran back into the living room and ran across the back of the couch. April slid in before jumping onto the back of the sofa herself in a tackle maneuver and pushing Leo to the side, almost grabbing Mayhem in a hold before he poofed onto the top of the bookshelf, the creepy-special slice still clenched between his fangs.

“Mayhem not the bookshelf.” It was too late, he finished it in three bites, looking smug from his high place as he did so. April came back and plopped down next to Leo. That’s when he noticed a light dust of flour on her clothes.

Leo snorted, covering his mouth to keep the bready appetizer in. April glared a little, but as she looked up to Mayhem and then back to Leo she sighed with a giggle. “It’s not funny, Leo, he’s not supposed to eat anything but bland chicken and rice!”

“The soup?” He grinned.

“No!” A playful punch sent to his arm made him wince but he laughed along with her.

April picked up her soda and slice that had been dropped in the mayhem, leaning back with Leo as they tuned back into the TV. They had forgotten that it was on with the delivery boy scare and Mayhem. At forty minutes into “Jitsu for Justice,” Lou was on his seventh fight. Leo mindlessly bit into the garlic knots. The soda in April’s can sloshed quietly as she took a bite of her pizza. They both knew this movie, they had seen it a million times, seen it enough for it to be a comforting family favorite. Mayhem poofed into Leo’s lap, burping -towards April- before circling in his lap and curling into a loose ball.

‘Hot~,” April mouthed the script along with Lou on the screen, ‘soup!’ She heard a quiet thrumming and looked over towards Leonardo. He was drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair. The usual interest he displayed in the old Lou Jitsu films was gone, replaced with a new, horrific fixation on the bottle on the table. A pang of regret hit April in the chest. She should have moved it before they started eating. How could she forget?

His expression was tight as he stared at the bottle. The bottle wasn’t shaking as much as it had before, but it still shivered every once and a while under their gaze. So that’s what’s in Donnie? It sounded so sci-fi, but April was friends with mutant turtles and Sunita, so it was kind of ludicrous for her to think that this sort of thing was improbable. “Do you know what it wants?”

“No.” The answer came without hesitation. “I don’t have a single clue, as far as I know It’s just… coexisted until today.” April felt Leo tense next to her.

“And it's violent?”

There was a quiet pop in Leo’s fist as his hand tightened. “Oh yeah.”

“And It’s in Donnie?”

Leo leaned forward onto his fist, covering his mouth as he shakily whispered, “yup.”

Donnie was under the control of some freakish worm thing, and now Leo got hurt because of it. April picked up her phone from beneath her, opening the search engine and typing in “parasite”. She paraphrased as she skimmed the wiki article. “A parasite is supposed to- a successful parasite is supposed to maintain a balance with its host. So that it can survive and reproduce.” She read through the passage, ignoring the message notifications that sat at the top of her screen.

Leo scoffed, “Yeah, I figured.” He pet Mayhem gently to hide the shake that had returned to his hands.

“So Donnie has a parasite, not... is the parasite?” She cringed at her own grammar but continued. “So we just need to get it out of him.” She sat up straighter as she clicked on an article.

“Yeah.” Leo straightened as well, looking over her shoulder to look through her phone with her. “But how are we supposed to do that?”

“You said it came out of his mouth?”

Leo swallowed uncomfortably at the memory, “yes.”

“Ok, so it’s probably in his digestive tract,” she scrolled down to skim the article, not finding a lot that she could understand, “like, his stomach.”

He said with a sigh, “I know what the digestive tract is, April.” Leo pushed into April’s shoulder as he read with her, not understanding it very much himself, “if it's in his guts, how is it controlling his body?”

“It's obviously not a normal parasite, maybe it's some mystic parasite?” She offered, running a hand over her scalp. Mayhem’s ears perked.

“So… maybe if Donnie eats something it’ll come out?”

She scrolled down further to see if there was anything in the article about diet. “Has Donnie-” April caught herself, “Has It been eating anything weird, or avoiding anything in particular?”

Leo’s eyes darted as he tried to find anything significant in his memory, “It’s only put milk in his coffee, but I haven’t really watched him eat all that much.” Mayhem huffed in Leo’s lap, his ears twitching as he continued to listen.

“Okay…” what else could they do? It’s not like they could take him to a hospital, maybe a hospital in the Mystic city? But they couldn’t just drag Donatello there. “Nobody else has noticed anything? Not even Raph?”

“I didn’t get a chance.” Leo groaned, “I told Mikey, he was the one that saw Shelldon, but…”

“But what?”

“I just made myself look crazy!” Leo jerked forwards and threw his hands up in frustration, scaring Mayhem into a rigid sitting position. “He didn’t believe me at all, and then “Donnie” came in and swept him off his feet with soft-serve!” Leo made air quotations at Donnie’s name.

“Okay Leo, okay,” April placed a hand on his arm, Leo held Mayhem in a soft hug as he sank back into the couch, his gaze returning to the bottle on the table. “So definitely a no on anybody else noticing.”

A groan escaped him as Leo sank back into the sofa. As much as he'd been grumbling and groaning, he should be buried in the cushions by now. What was he going to do? His brothers and Dad were still at home with that thing, and he needed to figure out how to save his twin, plus it’s not like he could hide out at April’s for the rest of his life.

‘Enough moping, Leo,’ Raphael’s voice was still quiet, but Leo could hear it clearly as it poked into his thoughts. ‘You need to save your brothers.’ The image of his oldest brother was comforting. As Leonardo closed his eyes, he tried imagining him in his mind. With a bit of imaginative work he was able to visualize Raph sitting in their home, lifting weights as he spoke.

‘Really, I had planned to leave them to get eaten alive.’ He scoffed at his own sarcasm. After a moment's pause Leo asked, ‘I don’t know what to do.’

‘C’mon, this isn’t a test. The answer’s easy.’ Leo would’ve rolled his eyes if this conversation wasn’t taking place in his head. Mind Raph noticed it anyway, choosing an irritated tone to continue. ‘What do you do when someones sick?’

Leonardo mused, ‘put them in a giant hamster ball filled with pizza?’

Raphael stopped lifting as the thought struck him. ‘I could actually see that working, but no…’ Raphael let the inner gears of Leo’s head turn as the puzzle pieces fell into place ‘You give them medicine.’

“APRIL!”

“Ah!” The sudden noise caught her off guard enough to pull a yelp from her. Mayhem shot up, jumping to April’s lap. “What?!”

“You said the vet gave you something, right?” Leo turned to face her on the sofa, the sudden urgency causing an actual adrenaline rush inside of him.

“Uh yeah, the-” her eyes widened as it clicked. The snapped her fingers into a finger gun at Leo as the thought struck her. “The pills. The pills!” April repeated as she began to furiously rifle through her pockets. A blister pack fell out her pocket and onto the sofa cushion where she picked it up and flipped it over to reveal neat rows of pentagon shaped, white pills. She flipped it over again, to read the back where a paper note was firmly stapled. When her eyes met Leo she said, “this might work.”

A rush of catharsis flooded Leonardo. Speaking almost prompted tears from his eyes, his breath shaky with something other than the hopelessness he was feeling earlier, “if I can give Donnie this, he might- I might be able to get that thing out of him.”

Mayhem took the pills from April’s hand, reading over the instructions himself before handing them over to Leo.

The whole pack added up to about three thousand and six hundred milligrams of Praziquantel. Leonardo wasn’t a pharmacist but that seemed a bit overkill even with his current situation. He took a deep breath. He just needed to give him the pills, no big deal, maybe he could slip it in ‘Donnie’s’ food or maybe just get him alone and somehow trick him into taking them? It was pretty eager to drink after Leo yesterday, maybe he could dilute a few pills in a water bottle and fool him into drinking that.

“Leo…”

He looked back up to April.

“I’m suddenly hit with the implications of giving Don pills without his knowledge.”

Leonardo opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it. He took a deep breath before releasing it, forcing himself to relax. “I know, but…” She was right, this was sketchy, and in any other circumstance he’d take a step back and reconsider. Leo took the bottle from the table and held it between them. “This is real.”

Looking at it again made her insides squirm. Donatello was her best friend and if this was real… April tried to remember what the vet had said about the medicine but not much came to mind, what if it was too much, what if it hurt him in a different way. But if this was really happening… With a sigh she took the bottle from his hand, noticing how cold the bottle felt. “I trust you, just-”

A cheery electronic ring interrupted them, prompting April to pull her phone from her pocket. She flipped over her phone to reveal the hippopotamus turtle meme. Raphael.

The ringtone went off once before she slid the green button to activate the call, putting it on speakerphone. “Raph, hey what’s up?”

“April, something happened between Donnie and Leo at the lair.” Leo quietly grimaced. “Leo’s disappeared now and I think he might be hurt because I can’t get a hold of him and I have no idea where he might be.” They could both hear Raphael’s voice crack with that last line. Leo felt a stab to the heart before he was flooded with regret, of course Raphael would be worried. April looked at Leo, who nodded.

“Leo’s at my place, you wanna talk to him?”

“Wh- YES!”

Leo took the phone from April’s hand. “Hello?”

“Leo, where are you? Are you okay?!” The boom of the sudden audio jerked Leo's head away from the device. Raph panicked across the receiver.

“Yeah, Raph I'm fine, I just…” Leo hesitantly looked towards April. “I just got to April’s,” he lied.

“Leo you’ve been gone for hours, no phone call and you expect me to believe that you’re just fine?!” Leo could hear Raph pace from across the phone. “What happened? The lair was a mess when we got back.”

Ah. Right. The skate ramp must be in shambles after Donnie’s Tech bo threw...“Is ‘It’ there?”

“What?”

“Listen, Raph,” Leo stood and walked across the room to face the window, “you need to stay away from Donnie, it’s not Donnie it’s something else. There’s something inside of him controlling him, it attacked me when I figured it out.” The words fell from his mouth in a frantic hysteria the faster he spoke.

“Woah, woah, woah, slow down,” Raph’s tone softened. “I know that you might feel a little frazzled right now but you need to come home.”

Leo scoffed at that. “It’s not Donnie, Raph!” Leo shouted. There was a pause across the line, Leo could practically hear Raphael thinking. A thought struck Leo and his mouth went dry. “Is it… Is it there with you?”

Raph took another moment before he replied, “Donnie is-”

“You guys need to get out of there,” Leo cut him off, “if it’s in the lair you guys need to get out now!”

“No, no... No,” Raph continued to speak gently. His soft tone beginning to calm Leo from over the phone. “Donnie left, okay?” “Are you sure?”

“Yes Leo.” Leo tried listening from across the phone, trying to find any indication that his brother was lying. But he wasn’t. As he always was, Raphael was telling the truth. “You’re at April’s? I can come pick you up,” he offered.

“No, no it’s fine Raph,” he turned towards April, locking eyes with her as he spoke. “I’ll- I’ll come home.” He was doing this. He was really going to do this. Everything suddenly became overwhelming as he tried to think of what exactly he needed to do and say in order to make this work, how it needed to go so that nobody got hurt, including himself and Donatello. Leonardo released a shaky breath, “are you sure that… thing isn’t there?”

“Yeah, Leo, I’m sure.”

“I just-” he laughed as he rubbed a hand over his head. “I know that I sound crazy but…” there was a hesitation, “If I started from the beginning I’d just sound more crazy than I already feel.”

Raphael hummed, “It’s okay Leo, we can talk about it when you get home,” well that was a conversation that Leo was now dreading, “are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up?”

Leo closed his eyes. “Yeah,” he forced himself to tense before relaxing again. “I can- I can make it home just fine.” Before Raphael could say anything else he added, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’ll see you soon.” A sigh of relief could be heard from over the phone. “I love you.”

A genuine smile appeared onto Leo’s face, “I love you too.” And then he hung up.

Alright, there’s no time to wait. He went to the bathroom where he reattached his Odachi to his shell, April followed him from behind, abandoning the bottle on the sofa. “Leo, are you sure about this?”

They exited the bathroom to go back to the living room, where Leo retrieved the pills from the couch, “sure about what?”

“How do you know that those will even work?” An irritated bark snaps them both back to Mayhem as he stares them both from the table, his tail tapping the hardened wood in irritation. April ignores Mayhem, looking back to Leo, “how do you know that the pills will work?”

“I-” He tried to find true conviction, “I don’t.” His hand gripped the door handle, hesitating to turn. “But it’s what we’ve got.”

The silence that ensued was almost painful as April tried to offer any other suggestions. She looked to Mayhem, who only looked with sympathy before nodding.

“I just…” she breathed in before releasing with a heavy sigh, “I just want you to be okay-”

The rapid knocks on the door made them both freeze. Leo held a hand out to April in a stopping motion. The rapping came again and he released the door handle, stepping away quietly.

The knocks came again, louder this time. “April.” Oh no. “It’s Donnie.”

April grabbed Leo by the wrist. He stumbled after her as she dragged him away from the door and around the corner. She opened the door to her room. With a loud whisper, “go out the window.”

“What?” He replicated her volume. The pounding came again. “April, I am not leaving you alone with that thing!”

“You need to go home.” She opened the window, poking her head out and scanning the alleyway for anything or anyone. “I can handle this.”

“I can’t leave you.”

“Don’t worry,” she smiled confidently as she gave him a tight hug. “I got this.” And then she shoved him out the window.

-

The door opened before his fist could hit again. Mid-air and ready to knock. Donatello’s hood was off, odd for someone who kept his hood on even during late night basketball. He was startled by the sudden opening of the door, and he stood frozen, a little confused as he stared at her.

April straightened, brushing a loose strand out of her eyes as she smiled, trying to fight the pants of air that was leaking out of her lungs. “Donnie! Hey!”

Donatello stared at her, presenting a look of confusion that April didn’t recognize. Her smile faltered as she waited for him to respond.

In the awkward silence her eyes went up to his fist. There was a bandage around his hand and her eyes narrowed. “What happened there-”

Recognition flashed over his eyes and he smiled. “April,” his curt response didn’t match his expression, “where’s Leo?”

“He, uh” her eyes almost looked over her shoulder but she fought it to keep her eyes on him, “haven’t seen him.”

A knowing smile crept on his face as he looked over her head into the apartment. “Uh huh.” He lowered his fist. Slowly placing it back into his hoodie pocket where his other hand lies.

“Well, I mean I saw him earlier when he came and picked me up, but after that… didn’t really-” a hand firmly pushed her to the side as Donnie entered her apartment. He didn’t look at April as he crossed the threshold, his eyes only flicking from side to side as he scanned the room. She scoffed in disbelief, stumbling back at the unexpected push. “Okay,” she laughed angrily, staring him down as he ignored her. “Why not just come in uninvited.”

Mayhem appeared on the sofa briefly before teleporting away again, taking something with him too fast for Donatello to see. His brows furrowed at the spot where Mayhem had been. “So you’re saying that he’s not here.”

The abrupt nature of his voice caught her off guard. “Yup,” she slammed the door shut before leaning on it and crossing her arms. “Leonardo is not here. Meaning that you can leave.”

“Uh-huh, just want to make sure.” Mayhem appeared back onto the coffee table, a low growl emitting from his chest as he watched the turtle take slow steps further into the apartment. “He hasn’t really been acting like himself lately.” Donnie smiled and approached Mayhem, reaching a gentle hand out as he whispered something that April couldn’t hear.

Mayhem snapped at him, causing Donatello to retract his hand sharply. Mayhem’s hackles raised as he bared his fangs, emitting a harsh growl prompting Donnie to take a step back. Donatello looked to her, sending a cold gaze that quickly died under her piercing stare. She looked from Mayhem to Donnie, “he’s not the only one.

Donatello sighed. “April, it’s very complicated.” He turned towards her, waving his hand dramatically. “It’s mutant stuff, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Excuse me?”

He ignores her as he opens the pizza box on the coffee table. “Creepy special?” She says nothing as she watches him. Mayhem stops growling long enough for him to hop off the sofa and race over to stand by April’s feet.

‘Donnie’ enters the kitchen and she follows. Post and pans cover a majority of the counter and a light layer of flour dusts it all. He considers it for a moment but huffs as he slowly leaves the kitchen.

April kept close behind him. “So what was that other thing?’”

“Pardon?” He doesn’t look at her as he speaks, only gazing around her apartment carefully as he goes down the hallway.

“Y’know, that thing that came up? The thing that kept you from picking me up? Like you promised?” She put an emphasis on the last part.

A quiet chuckle escaped him. “Mikey needed my help with something, y’know how he is.” He shrugs, only glancing into the bathroom as he went farther into her home.

“Oh,” she feigned belief,“and what was that thing?”

Donatello waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder. “I wouldn’t worry about it.”

She spoke a little louder. “Well, the thing was so important that you couldn’t pick me up, so it must have been serious.”

He opened the door to her room, “I said don’t worry about it.”

“Why are you acting like this?” She wanted to yank him back by the ponytail. He wouldn’t look at her and now he was in her space. “I was out in the rain for close to half an hour, you said you were going to pick me up, and you didn’t, I’m going to worry about-”

“April,” he half-chuckled-half-shouted as he got near the open window. “Stop talking.”

She heard Mayhem gasp at her feet. Leo was right. This was not Donnie. Any doubts that April had promptly said their goodbyes and threw themselves out the window along with Leo. This was not Donnie and now April knew it for sure.

“Get out of my apartment.”

A response didn’t come from him as he stood stationary. After a moment he slowly moved his hand to shut the window. It fell closed with a click.

“You’ve got until the count of three to get out of my apartment before I-”

The bones in his neck cracked as his head turned with a jeering smirk. “Before what, Ms. O’neil,” his body turned to face her, his head not moving and his eyes not blinking as he did so, “what will you do if I don’t leave your apartment?” Aprils skin prickled as the hair on her arms raised. She opened her mouth only for ‘It’ to sharply bend forward to come closer to April’s face. “You’re just a human, and humans are easy inside and out.” She took a step back as it took a step forward. Mayhem’s growls raised in volume as he placed himself between them. “Self absorbed. Unreliable. Cowardly. And weak.” Her back touched the wall and it placed a hand above her head. “So what could you, April O’Neil, possibly do.”

April threw the first punch. A half-fist, to be more precise, right into his throat. It reeled back in shock and she followed up with a left hook before grabbing It by the color of it’s hoodie and dragging it’s stomach into her knee. She flipped onto Its back, immediately applying a rear-naked choke. She’d have to thank Splinter again sometime for teaching her this stuff, after the whole “parasite” situation, that is..

“Y’know, when I first saw you, I almost didn’t believe him.” It leaned forward, picking her up off the ground as it tried to shake her. April wrapped her legs around Its waist. “That smile was perfect. The way that you stood, the way that you composed.” She heard it cough as she increased the pressure “And then you opened your mouth.”

Both her arms were gripped as she was slammed into the dresser. She yelped but kept her grip. It repeated it as it stumbled around the room until her head came in contact with the doorframe. Her grip loosened enough for It to pull her over Its shoulder, slamming her into the ground enough to rock her consciousness.

Mayhem screeched as he lunged forward. ‘It’ pulled something out of Its pocket, and a loud pop cut Mayhem’s cry short. April lifted a leg, sending it square into Its jaw. It reeled back again as April rolled over onto her feet near the bed, swiping her bat from under the bed frame.

“Get out of my apartment!” She swung downwards but it stepped to the side as it gripped her shoulder, harshly pushing her back. It raised its arm and a loud pop sounded again. She felt something hit her chest and a web of sick green folded over her vision. She lost her balance and fell backwards onto a rounded surface. She was inside of a transparent ball.

It straightened and spat something black onto the carpet before rubbing a fist over its mouth. A dry chuckle came with a grimace, “well… I did ask what you would do.” She tried to stand only to slip on the slick surface. The ball was a green akin to the color of a swamp, with purple veins gripping the inside and outside of the ball. She looked to her right, where Mayhem was trapped in a similar ball. He vanished in a flurry of blue, only for him to appear inside of it again.

She banged on the transparent wall, “what is this? Let me out!”

“Oh,” it brushed its sleeve and cracked its neck, “you can hear me, but I can’t hear you.” A dark smile, too big for Donatello’s face stretched across ‘It’. It waved a small metal oval, akin to a dog clicker. “Should’ve minded your business O’neil.” It took a step towards her only to step on April’s cellphone, which had fallen in the skirmish. It looked down, then back up to her before smirking and reaching down to pick up the device.

It tapped the screen before It began to pace theatrically, announcing every word it typed. ““Hey… Mom.” It glared at April mockingly, ““just letting you know that I’ll be at Sunita’s tonight.””

“No!” April’s bat was with her. There wasn’t enough room to stand, even if she could, but she got up to her knees, bat in hand, and slammed the pommel into her prison wall.

““Love you, ttyl.”” It threw the phone over its shoulder, leering as it took a step towards April. “You humans say that kind of garbage nowadays, right?”

She hit harder, the shock from the bat starting to crawl into her shoulders with the amount of force she was sending into her prison.

“Y’know, I wanted to do this differently. Take my time, enjoy myself, have a little fun, but no~ The blue one just had to screw it all up!” ‘It’ twisted back before planting a punch to the surface of her cage. The force of his punch sent her prison into the wall, where she lost balance and slammed into the side full force. Her head reeled from the impact and she fell to her stomach before she could brace herself. “And now,” the thing gripped one of the many plant-like veins that clutched the sphere and jerked it down, sending her tumbling onto her side. She heard It laugh viciously. She looked up as the lights were switched off, still reeling from the impact. Grey lighting from the rainfall flooded her room and the monster that wasn’t Donnie was transformed into a dark silhouette. It locked her door from the inside as it walked out. Just as the door shut, it finished: “it seems that I’ll just have to speed things up.”

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Shall We Date: Worship Me AU - Gabriel (Avatar of Diligence)

What if the MC gets transported to the Celestial Realm instead? What if the angels were the love interests?

GENERAL HCs

Known as the “Voice of God” and as such, is Big G’s primary messenger to the human world and the devildom

Because of this, he’s pretty well-known in the 3 worlds and knows a heck lot of different people

Also has a beautiful voice, the kind you’d want to listen to in an ASMR, podcast, audiobook, etc.

Then again do you really expect God’s voice to have anything other than a beautiful voice?

Like seriously his voice sounds like warm melted dark chocolate

He’s also Uriel’s younger twin brother

While Uriel is more akin to the cool and comforting countenance of the moon, Gabriel has the blazing warmth of the sun

Perpetually smiling, but each smile holds different meanings depending on how big it is, if there was any crookedness to it, if he showed his teeth, etc.

His close friends and family can usually tell which smile is which, but it’s his twin that can ALWAYS tell whatever mood he was in even just from analyzing his smile

Most of the time however, that smile hides a rambunctious imp that particularly likes playing tricks on anyone and everyone

He enjoys freaking people out and relishes the reactions they make. The more exaggerated the reaction, the better

That time Big G talked to Moses by going into that burning bush? It was Gabriel’s bright idea

Seriously though, that memory of him freaking out is one of Gabriel’s most treasured moments

Although truth be told, his all-time favorite reactions are the ones he least expected

One of his favorite pastimes is trying to coax a surprised reaction out of Uriel, seeing as his brother was normally so stone-faced

He feels that it’s his divine mission to get as many reactions out of Uriel as he can

He enjoys tormenting Raphael as much as he enjoys mentoring their youngest brother on how to speak effectively

A master of the art of speaking, so he knows every manner of using one's voice no matter what their intended outcomes were

Whether it's to soothe, anger, or seduce someone, Gabriel knows them all

But he asks a price for his services. You have to call him "Big Brother" sweetly if you want to even remotely get his attention for whatever favor you plan on asking him

Gabriel enjoys teasing others aside from pranking them

The flustered reactions he gets is always a nice treat

Don’t get him wrong though, he enjoys messing with others but it’s all light-hearted fun on his end and is never done with any intended malice

Rather, he actually makes sure that he never touches upon sore spots for anyone

He’s just a prankster, not an asshole

Out of the seven virtues, he also the one who still gets in touch the most with Lucifer and his brothers

He is a messenger after all so it’s a given he sends and receives messages the most

With how many prophecies, signs, and dreams he has to deliver Gabriel is almost always out and about. So he’s actually the one who’s least present in the celestial realm

You’d usually catch him on the rare times where he’s on break or in-between deliveries

Sometimes when he’s in need of a little entertainment during assignments, he’d spice up his deliveries by changing the method of delivering the messages

Like perhaps he was supposed to give a human a sign from Big G through a dream, but that’s so old-school so instead he delivers it when they’re wide awake and by themselves

He can’t possibly pinpoint the fact why some humans went to loony bins after he delivered their messages

P.S. They thought they went mad because of those “divine hallucinations”

A chaotic force of nature in all his white-haired, molten chocolate goodness

Emphasis on CHAOTIC

Like the rest of his brothers, he enjoys spoiling Azrael in the way normal big brothers spoil their younger siblings

Obligatory noogies, random wrestling moves, cheek pinching, etc.

An advocate of "No one can bully my siblings except me"

Frequently gets souvenirs from wherever he'd last gone to. He doesn't just get souvenirs for him though, he also gets some for his brothers

Limited edition keychains for Michael for example, sweets for Azrael, local ingredients for Cainabel, tea leaves for Raphael, a new book for Uriel, and etc.

For some reason people like giving him random stuff. Like he could just be passing by and one of his acquaintances or even someone who he'd never really hung out with but knew of him had just harvested their mango tree and now and a surplus of them, or ordered a bit too much of this or that and would give him their extras instead

That's why his pockets are perpetually full with little snacks, candies, and all a manner of random stuff

When his pockets get too full he pops up in the other virtues' offices to lighten his load so to speak

More often than not, it's Azrael who benefits from his brother's popularity since Gabriel himself doesn't eat too many sweets

He doesn't actually notice just how good-looking he is and couple that with his beautiful voice, you can see how and why he's so popular

His generally sunny and rambunctious personality has also earned him many fans

A fan of collecting stamps and has hundreds upon hundreds of books which contain every stamp that has ever come into existence

Stationery otaku

Michael once gave him a pen, one of those cheap ones you get at dollar stores with a cute character at the top. He still uses it until today and never leaves home without it

Regardless of how tacky something is, if it's from his brothers then Gabriel is sure to use it with happiness and pride

ENG VA: Vic Mignogna

JP VA: Mamoru Miyano

ROMANTIC HCs

He’s already a normally friendly and handsy type of guy so it’s kinda hard to notice if he’s actually romantically interested in you

Heck, even Gabe doesn’t realize that he’s into you for a good while because he believes the way he thinks about and reacts to you was still included in the realm of being platonic friends

So what if his heart does those little flips whenever you laugh good-naturedly at his antics? When you gave him that little smile of yours that he liked to think was reserved solely for him?

It’s probably nothing when his skin heats up a little bit whenever his skin touches yours even for a little bit

What do you mean he’s always hanging around you? You were his best friend so of course he’d almost always be with you!

He’s kind of like a bird in the sense that his attention span is always moving from one thing or another, but the fact that you manage to hold his attention for so long even when you’re not there was something that surprised and baffled his brothers

Most notably Uriel who was used to Gabriel flitting about, kind of like a hummingbird if he was being honest

Also like a bird, Gabriel gets a lot of random trinkets. Both of his own accord and because people just like randomly giving him stuff and if he deems any of them worthy enough for you, he’s sure as heck gonna present it and gift it to you as soon as possible

He practically preens whenever you accept his gifts (it doesn’t help that his wings sometimes pop out in all his happiness and excitement). Even just a little compliment gets him so happy and excited for the rest of the day

Offers you his wing to touch if you show even the slightest interest in their angel wings

“ You wanna touch them? They’re 100% guaranteed SUPER SOFT. I always keep my wings nice and tidy since I gotta keep up appearances as a messenger, ‘ya know? ”

Gabe doesn’t realize/forgets that to offer someone to touch the symbols of his power, his wings of all things, showed that he held you in high regard

It confirmed your purity of soul, because to be judged by an archangel, a Virtue even meant that you were a special type of soul, a diamond in the rough so to speak

Although Gabe himself doesn’t notice it, his brothers definitely notice his sudden fixation on you. It’s almost worrying seeing him sitting still for once

While most people would think Gabe would be as chill as he normally he is when facing the truth of his feelings...he isn’t

Many forget that he and Uriel are twins, born of the same core split into two by the Heavenly Father. They shared much more characteristics than just their looks

Once he’s enamored by something, this angel shows his almost infallible dedication to it and only God sits above it

Like Uriel, he does his best to observe and learn everything about you, but what’s scarier is that he does it so covertly that you don’t even know he’s fishing for information all the while relishing his time with you

It doesn’t help that as the Voice of God, his charms are nigh impossible to resist or even detect so you sometimes don’t even realize that he’s playing you right into the palm of his hands

Oh but you don’t have to worry though, Gabriel loves you with all his heart and only wishes to court you properly and perfectly. That’s another of the traits that he shares with his twin

You’ll never have to worry about him coaxing you into something you won’t like or is bad for you. He merely aims to show you the true extent of his pure love

Dates with him are always at different locations or generally something new, because there’s so much that he wants to show and experience together with you

Karaoke dates are a fan favorite between you two, because who DOESN’T wanna hear the Voice of God himself sing?

Like his voice is already like pouring warm melted dark chocolate to your ears but his voice is enough to send you floating happily into the Celestial Realm

“ So where should we go to next? ...Karaoke again? Do you really love hearing me sing that much, cutie? You know I can sing for you as much as you want. I’m all yours~ ”

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[vintagereigns]

“Ya’ can repay me in the mornin’.”

Warnings: NSFW (18+), Graphic language, Explicit language... 

Character(s): Raphael (TMNT 14/16) x Reader 

Tags: @aurora-the-kunoichi​ @moonlightflower21​ @donatello-writes​

A/N: I’m new to posting on this platform with my own content, so please be nice lol. This is my first TMNT imagine and, yes, I wrote it for my favorite (Raphael). Please excuse any mistakes that I made, I wasn’t sure what I was doing when I wrote this, haha. And to the lovely people that I tagged, I just wanted to see if you’d check it out, maybe give it a read? Maybe share it and let other people read it? You don’t have to and my apologies if you didn’t want to be tagged. I know Raph may not be your turtle of choice, but I was just looking for some feedback or something. Again, thank you if you do and I understand if you don’t want to read it or share it. 

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The sound of the clock ticking annoyed her right ear and her heavy eyes stared up at the ceiling above, watching as the fan spun just enough for a cool breeze to blow through the room. It was completely dark outside, possibly about two-am, but she just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. The large window on the far wall was ajar, the light curtains blowing with the breeze of the late-night wind. It wasn’t too loud outside, yet she still couldn’t fall asleep. 

Lifting her cell-phone in front of her face, she unlocked it with her thumb and went straight to her text messages. There was a certain name she had been looking for and when she found it she sent a simple greeting just to make sure he wasn’t busy or asleep. She placed the phone on her chest and within the next few seconds, the phone buzzed against her skin. He was awake and had told her to hang tight, that he’d be over within moments. 

She waited anxiously in her spot, her foot rubbing against the other underneath the dark comforter. Her heartbeat slowly picked up with every little noise from outside. She knew he was coming, however, that didn’t stop her stomach from knotting up or her heart to rise until the thumping of the organ could be felt in her throat. Every time she saw him, in light or in darkness, it was as if she had just discovered him. An aching feeling burnt in the pit of her stomach and it spread until her panties were soaked and her toes were tingling. 

The harsh thump against the fire escape alerted her of his arrival. Her hand reached to her right and she turned her lamp on, her eyes now fixating on his tall and strong body. He stood six-foot-six and his muscles made it hard for him to fit through her window, especially with the large shell hanging on his back. They stared at one another, his bright-golden eyes gazing down her covered body with his lip caught between his teeth. She couldn’t help herself and let her gaze rake up and down his form. 

“Ya’ couldn’t sleep?” His voice was decently deep and coated with a thick New York accent. He smiled and stepped forward, watching as she slowly sat up in bed. 

“No. I’m sorry if I bothered or interrupted anything-”

“Nah, ya’ didn’t. I’m actually glad ya’ texted me. Mykie’s been braggin’ about his winnin’ streak on Fifa and it was gettin’ annoying,” he chuckled and took a spot on the end of the mattress. “But I thought ya’ said what we were doing’ was over?”

“...Yeah, I know. I don’t know-” She was completely confused. There was a craving, a yearning, for him. His lips, his cold hands, rough skin, his voice. She had called their arrangement off, yet she seemed to find herself regretting it. 

“Ya’ don’t have to explain. I came, didn’t I? I guess ya’ can take that as a hint that I miss ya’ too.”

She nodded, yet she still wasn’t sure of what exactly to do. He looked at her and watched her face for any signal as to what move to make, but he didn’t find a single one. Placing his large hand on her leg, he slid it up until it grasped hers. She felt a surge of warmth slide down her until it reached the most sensitive part of her. 

“Raph…” She choked on her breath as his hand parted from hers and began to snake down to the band of her panties. He played with the elastic for a moment, one of his fingers rubbing up and down her slit. Raphael began to pull the blanket from her body. He wanted a full preview. 

His eyes flicked up to hers and he felt his cock harden in his shorts. She was staring at him, her mouth hanging open and her nipples peeking through the thin material of her tank top. Raph reached up and began kissing her neck, his teeth and tongue working to mark her flesh all the while one of his fingers circled her clothed clit. She moaned and moved her head, widening the surface area for his mouth. 

“Do ya’ want me to stop?” he whispered, his tongue staining her skin. She looked at him, her arm wrapping around his neck and pulling him in for a deep, tongue filled kiss. “Use your words, baby.” His lips left kisses from her neck all the way down to her cleavage. 

“No… please,” she begged, her eyes watching as he easily pulled her shirt apart, exposing her chest. 

“Please what, baby?” His mouth wrapped around her left breast, his tongue lapping around her already hardened nipple. 

“Please… don’t stop…” 

Raph switched his mouth over to her right breast, his hands still groping and working her left. She let her head fall back before looking back down at him with her tit still in his mouth. He made sure to make eye-contact as he bit down on her nipple and pulled gently before wrapping his mouth around her whole breast again. 

Raph sat up, his mouth coming off of her skin with a wet ‘pop’. His gear had already been removed before arriving in her apartment, but he still stood to his full height and removed the shorts that restricted his hard length from springing free. His dick bounced against the bottom of his plastron before resting heavily in his hand. Raph jerked the covers from his lover’s nearly-naked body and climbed back on the bed, his body resting comfortably in-between her legs. He kissed her thighs and bit down just enough to turn the skin pink. 

She watched him, still, from above and played with the ends of his tattered, red bandana. He was beautiful with it off, but she loved the way it looked on him. She always thought that the red cloth made his eyes seem brighter, yet hidden in the shadows of the mask. Raph began pulling her panties from her, cursing beneath his breath as he watched a string of her excitement detach itself from her pussy lips before resting in the cotton material. She was so wet, and he could smell her arousal. The closer he got, the stronger her scent was. He couldn’t help it and bit down harshly into her thigh, making her jump and jerk. 

“Sorry,” he said, his eyes darker and his voice deeper, raspier. “I’ve just missed how ya’ taste.” 

There was that same jolt of something indescribable. She loved when he talked dirty and, boy, was he good at it. His words could get so filthy, nasty even. Yet she loved it every time. And he knew it too, for he teased her with his voice many times before. 

Raph ran his tongue slowly up her closed slit, his eyes locked with hers again. He watched every deep breath she took, every twitch of her body, and listened to every small sound that left her lips. He watched her as he slipped his tongue between her folds and lapped up her juices, teasing her hole with his tongue. 

A growl-like noise left his mouth as he circled her clit with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. He let his hands wander up her body until they grabbed a hold of her chest and squeezed, his mouth still sucking and licking her pussy. Her head had fallen back moments ago and she couldn’t find the energy to pull it back up to watch him. But she did place one hand on his left one as it groped her chest, helping him squeeze her breast. All the while her other hand reached down to the back of his head and pushed his face into her, her hips jerking and grinding his against his tongue. 

Raph could tell that she was close to orgasming by the way her moans increased in volume. A smirk found its way onto his lips as he slid his tongue as far inside of her as it would go, his finger rubbing her clit for extra measure. She was grinding against his face and Raphael felt close to his own orgasm just by that alone. He felt high as he swirled and thrusted his tongue inside of her, flicking and licking against her tight walls. 

Her legs began to shake. Raphael had found that euphoric spot inside of her that not even she or her toys could find. He knew what was to happen next, so he flicked his tongue faster, as deep as his mouth would let him. Her hands grabbed his head as she cried out, her orgasm squirting out of her and onto the bed, her blanket, and even Raph himself. He tried to rub her clit to make her come again, but she was too sensitive and jerked back when his rough digit came in contact. 

Smiling, Raph moved upward until his lips found hers in a slow kiss. She was still feeling it and moved her head to rest into the crook of Raph’s neck. Raph kissed her skin gently before standing up and flicking the light back off, his large frame walking to the other side of her bed and climbing in beside her. 

“I didn’t do anything for you,” she whispered. Raph pulled her in for another gentle kiss. 

“Ya’ can repay me in the mornin’,” he laughed. She smiled and cuddled into him after he pulled the comforter back up and around their bodies. Raph pulled her close, her bare ass against his still-hardened dick,  and wrapped one arm around her torso, his hand grabbing her boob, and his other hand resting warmly in between her legs. “Get some sleep,” he whispered, kissing her head and relaxing against her. 

She had only nodded in response and Raph closed his eyes, his body pressed against hers, and let himself fall asleep- at least until he had to leave.

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