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Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader (One-shot, AU, No Outbreak). One-shot but in the same universe as Marriage Dynamics. This happens way later than the storyline within that series though. Can be read as a stand-alone or within the series.

Summary | Joel feels a little self conscious that he has to admit to you, his wife, that he has erectile dysfunction, and that he’s out of his little blue pills. You, being the understanding and loving woman that you are, remind him just how sexy he is, even with his little problem and that love doesn’t come with conditions.

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings | 18+, Minors DNI, Smut.

Age gap (58/40s), language, husband/wife dynamics, got some angst in this one (but it ends where they are ok and happy), smut, f! (fingering), m! (hand job), mentions of f! (oral), slight body descriptions (she states she’s 30 lbs heavier), mentions of erectile dysfunction and Joel having to take Viagra, Joel being out of Viagra (that poor man), sweet and tender moments, comfort, terms of endearment, you teasing Joel that he’s old and him showing you that he’s not. This is basically half story and half smut, so enjoy :)

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The longer your husband snapped his powerful hips and ground into you, the more worked up you were getting. Joel knew how to work you up, get you so riled up that you’d beg him to fuck you. You were trying to bite back your moans and whimpers, not wanting to give in right away. But when you heard Joel speak filthy things into your ear, you turned into a needy, whimpering little mess.

Joel stood in the bathroom, looking up at himself in the mirror while sighing. He didn’t know how it happened. How did he become an old man where his body required medication to function normally. Here he was, 58, with a worn out body that he no longer recognized. He had spent his entire life working construction, and now he was feeling it. He had aches and pains in places that he didn’t even know existed. He took blood pressure and cholesterol medication everyday just to keep his body somewhat on the right track. But worst of all, he had to start taking a small blue pill to help him obtain and sustain an erection. Yup, Joel Miller was diagnosed about six months ago with erectile dysfunction, something that he thought only old men got. But here he was, 58, and having to take Viagra just so he could properly fuck his wife. Joel didn’t know what was worse, having to take the little blue pill or the fact that you knew nothing about it. To make matters worse, he ran out of his special little pills, and he couldn't get any more until about six weeks. His doctor was on vacation and wanted to see Joel upon his return before re-filling his prescription. Joel didn't know how, but he had to figure out a way to keep you happy, without embarrassing himself any further. As he ran a hand down his face, he exhaled loudly, mumbling to himself ‘goddamn, when the hell did I get old?’

“What's that scowl for, old man, especially so early in the morning?” You teased, walking up to the other sink in the bathroom to wash your face. Your master bathroom now had two sinks, his and hers. It was a side project that Joel had completed last summer with the help from Tommy. He got tired of your constant nagging of finding his facial hair trimmings in the sink. So he decided to knock out a few walls and build you your very own sink with counter space. A his and hers master bathroom off from your bedroom. It only took a few weekends, but eventually his little side project was done. Now you both had enough counter space, where the two of you weren't bickering about where everything went in the bathroom anymore. Joel no longer grumbled about you taking up his side of the counter with your serums and ointments for your face. And you no longer nagged him about finding his beard trimmings in the sink.

“Quit it,” he had huffed, giving you a dirty look in the mirror as he finished trimming his beard.

“Woah, what's that look for?” You asked, taking a few steps towards him to plant a tender kiss on his cheek. “Good morning. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?”

Joel exhaled and shook his head, mumbling to you, “mornin,’” as you went over to your sink to wash your face. You knew Joel enough to know that this scowl on his face was only reserved for when he was upset about something or someone. You had hoped that someone wasn't you.

“Did I piss you off or something?” You asked while looking at him in the mirror, trying to figure out where his sour mood was coming from. “You're awfully grumpy this morning.” When he didn't respond, you replied again with a little more bite to your words. “Well, for someone who got laid last night, you don't seem very happy about it today.”

Joel huffed at you while rolling his eyes and mumbling, “yeah, well, I'm paying for it this morning now ain't I? M’back is fucking killing me.”

Oh, so that's why he was grumpy.

A part of you instantly became frustrated at his statement, but you bit your lip and tried not to say something inappropriate back. You enjoyed last night a lot with your husband, especially when you begged him to go harder. His answer to that request was to hold your head against the mattress as he fucked you hard from behind. It had been a long time since Joel Miller became unhinged like that in the bedroom, and if you were being honest with yourself, it felt fucking fantastic. It was something that you desperately missed. However, according to Joel’s comments and current mood, apparently he didn't feel the same way today as you did. He was now hurting, wincing as he twisted to grab the scissors to trim his mustache. You didn't want Joel to regret doing what he did with you, nor did you want him to be in any pain. His obvious lack of enthusiasm this morning about your midnight activities made you feel self-conscious. Nodding your head you said “ok,” as you attempted to wash your face. But when you stood there you felt yourself get anxious and self conscious about last night.

Did he not enjoy it with me? Maybe it’s because I’m not as thin as I used to be anymore? I did put on about 30 pounds over the years, so maybe I hurt him with my weight? You knew your body had changed a lot over the years, you no longer had a flat stomach or a tight ass. You had what people called a mom body. A slightly curvy, unattractive, stretch-mark laced body that carried three kids. Your later adult years were more about raising your kids than it was about going to the gym and looking sexy like a model or a porn star.

As you stood there, allowing your mind to run wild at the reasons why Joel may have not enjoyed himself last night, your hands started to tremble slightly and your eyes started to sting from the tears that were threatening to form. You quickly splashed water over them to try to stop the emotional reaction that you were getting. You were very hormonal recently, especially since your doctor said that you needed to stop your birth control. She told you several months ago that it wasn't healthy for a woman in her forties to continue to take birth control. So you stopped last month, two months after Joel got a vasectomy. Joel and you were done having kids. With Sarah finishing college, and with three kids that you had with him still at home, you had agreed that the only other future babies that would be in your house would be future grandchildren. What you didn't realize was that when you stopped birth control you would become more sensitive with your emotions again as your body adjusted.

Usually any type of grumpy behavior or comments from Joel like this wouldn't bother you under normal circumstances, but today you were extra sensitive and emotional. It didn't help that you had been super horny for your husband for the past two weeks while he was gone on a business trip. With the lack of kids for the weekend, Joel had taken his last blue pill right before he got home. When he got home, he barely made it through the door before he was thrusting himself deep inside of you, claiming you once again as his.

Now as Joel stood there, watching you through the mirror, he knew something was up. You kept alternating between splashing water on your face and then drying it. When he saw you do it a fourth time, he had to say something to you.

“Babe,” he said, trying to get your attention. When you didn't answer, but kept up your routine of splashing water onto your face, he knew something was wrong. He also noticed that you untied and retied your robe several times, mumbling to yourself that you hated your mom-type body.

Fuck, Joel thought. He could see that you were reading too much into his mood and that you probably were coming to the wrong conclusion yet again with his attitude. Joel wasn't upset or grumpy from the sex he had last night, because damn he loved your body so much. He was so turned on by it last night. He loved pounding his wife’s tight little pussy and hearing all those filthy little noises that you made for him. The reason for his sour mood this morning was because he was out of those damn blue pills, the ones that allowed him to be buried deep inside of you as he heard you moan his name.

When you didn't answer him, he tried again. “Honey, will ya look at me for a second?” When you finally looked up at him, he saw your lip quiver and the tears begin to fall. He immediately let out an exaggerated sigh, mumbling ‘fuck’ under his breath.

As soon as you turned to leave, Joel spoke up saying, “baby, I didn't mean anything by it. Fuck, c’mere will ya.” You had only gotten about three steps out of the door before Joel grabbed you by the waist and pulled you hard against his chest.

“Baby c’mon, I didn’t mean it like that. No, shh, it’s okay, don’t cry,” Joel said, holding you close. He had one arm around your waist holding you firm to his body, while his other hand was gently wiping the tears from your eyes. You wouldn't turn to look at him, so he just held you against his chest while trying to console you. “Baby, come on now. Shhh, don't cry sugar. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I'm not cryin’,” you mumbled, trying to sound stern, but failing miserably at your attempt. Joel cupped your cheek, and gently turned your head back towards him, kissing you tenderly while continuing to softly tell you that he was sorry for his mood and that he loved you.

Joel Miller may be several things in life. He may be grumpy and not very communicative from time to time. Often he’s described by others as being an asshole, especially when people piss him off. Usually he doesn't apologize for his grumpiness or gruffness, unless it's dealing with family. And it fucking kills him to see you, his wife, someone that he desperately loves and cares for cry because of his behavior. Joel never likes seeing you cry, in fact, it’s his least favorite thing to see.

After a few moments of tender kisses, Joel slowly started to deepen them into more passionate ones. He was walking a fine line here. He was trying to make up for being an asshole to you this morning, but also trying not to progress it too far where his lack of ability in performance would be seen. But with those little whimpers that you were doing, along with how you were gently nipping his neck, Joel found his resolve quickly crumbling.

“Baby, we gotta slow down,” he said, nipping at your collarbone and then giving you a hot and messy kiss to your lips.

God, it felt so good kissing his wife like this. Joel didn't remember the last time you two made out like this; all lips, tongue and teeth. He slowly backed you up to the wall and then hoisted you up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. After another needy whimper from your mouth, Joel's resolve completely crumbled and he found himself thrusting hard up into you and grinding his hips against your clothed core.

“Is this what my baby wants, huh? Does she want her husband to show her who’s boss? To show her how a real man fucks, hmm?

“Yes. Please baby, f-fuck me. Show me how a real man does it, I need it,” you panted, reaching down to unbuckle and unbutton his pants. Your cunt was practically throbbing. So desperate to feel your husband’s stretch, to feel so full of him. Joel was a big man, he was long and thick. You always enjoyed the sting of his stretch, and the heaviness of his cock inside of you.

As soon as you touched Joel’s belt, he remembered the big problem that he had. He was only half hard with the inability to get fully hard for you. Goddamn fucking pills. Joel, feeling embarrassed at the situation, gently set you back down while placing a hand on top of yours. He was trying to stop you from reaching inside his pants.

“Baby, fuck, we can't” he said, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours, breathing slow, trying to find a way out of this embarrassing situation.

“What? Why? I don't understand,” you said with disbelief. You were trying to understand why your husband, who had been gone several weeks on a work trip, didn't want to have sex with you when the kids were gone. “Is it your back, honey?” You asked somewhat perplexed. “If it is, I can be on top and do all the work for you if you want. I don't mind, really.” You said, trying to reason with Joel to let you touch him more. When he didn't respond you reached forward and palmed him, feeling him only half hard.

“Please stop.” Joel said in a stern voice, grabbing your hand and gently removing it. “I- uh, I can't- fuck- we can’t, ok.” He said, voice shaking as he slowly backed away from you, running a hand down his face. He was disgusted with himself and the fact that he couldn’t give his wife the proper attention that she deserved.

You stood there bewildered, unable to make sense of what was happening. Did Joel Miller just turn down sex? In all the years you two have been having sex together, he has never once stopped sex from progressing. You were racking your brain, trying to figure out why all of a sudden he’d stop you. And the only solution that you could think of was that maybe you weren’t the only person he was seeing like this. Maybe he, just like your father, had found a new favorite toy on the sideline. You looked at your husband with mortified eyes, fighting with the firm possibility that maybe he was no different than your dad; a lying, cheating, bastard. “Wow mom, I guess you were right, all men do fucking cheat.”

Joel snapped his head up in your direction at your statement. What did you mean that all men cheat? What the hell were you even talking about?

As you started to walk past Joel he grabbed your arm and said, “what the fuck do you mean all men cheat?”

“Joel, please” you said, struggling to keep your voice even.

“No,” he said, shaking his head and grabbing both of your arms, slightly shaking you in his grasp. “You think I’m cheatin’ on you, is that it? That I’m fucking another woman. Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he growled.

“Joel, please don’t do this. I-I-”

Joel saw your eyes in that moment, saw that you thought he was fucking someone else. That wasn't the case. He didn't want to admit his problem, but goddamn it, he wasn’t going to have you think that he was no different than your father. Joel had no idea all those years that his best friend, your father, was using him as a goddamn babysitter so that piece of shit could go out and ball half of Austin as your mother recovered from her cancer treatments before she died of cancer. No. Joel wasn’t a piece of shit like that, and goddamn, it killed him to have his wife think so low of him.

“Baby, ya gotta believe me. I ain’t fucking around on you, ok? Please sugar, ya gotta believe me. I’d never do that.” He said, clenching his jaw, battling with the anger and rage that was rising up inside of his mind. He didn’t want to explode at you over this. He wasn’t mad at you, he was disgusted with himself of why he wasn’t honest with you when all of this shit started for him.

Joel’s problem of not getting or being able to sustain an erection didn’t happen right away. It was a slow process. At first he thought that maybe it was because things in the bedroom had gotten a little stale. But when Joel struggled to keep an erection even when he was alone, he knew that something was wrong. He didn’t want you to worry, so he didn’t say anything to you. After a lot of embarrassing situations at home, and with himself, he decided that he needed to bring it up to his doctor. After a few tests, his doctor had diagnosed him with erectile dysfunction, and then had given him a prescription of Viagra to try. At first Joel was nervous about taking them, wondered if he’d feel different. But once he did, holy shit, it felt amazing. Those little blue pills were like a magic drug. He could last longer and was harder than he’d been in years. When he noticed your increase in sex drive because of it, he felt like he won the lottery, especially when he could give you two orgasms with just his dick alone.

But slowly, his secret was getting harder and harder to keep from you. He quickly realized that those pills took anywhere between 15 to 60 minutes before they started working, which created a problem when you were trying to be spontaneous with him in the bedroom. At first he played it off at being tired, needing to rest for a little bit. Sometimes he’d also tell you that he needed to take a shower first, to freshen up for you. But when you’d wake him up on a Sunday morning, rested and freshly showered the night before, he struggled keeping his secret. He started using blindfolds in the bedroom when the two of you would have sex, so he could hide the fact that he had to take a pill quick. Sometimes when he waited for it to work, he’d give you oral sex and edge you. On days when he couldn’t do that, he’d just lie and tell you that he had a really bad headache and he couldn’t have sex right now.

He hated lying to you. He always wanted to tell you the truth, but every time he got the nerve to tell you something would happen or it just wasn’t the right time. If he was being honest, he didn’t tell you because he felt embarrassed and ashamed at the situation.

As you took another step to go around him, he yelled out “I got erectile dysfunction, ok. And as much as I'd love to fuck ya right now, my dick won't- fuck- it doesn’t get hard like it used to and I ran out of my prescription pills. I ain’t cheatin’, I never have, and I’ve never wanted to. You got to believe me. I know, I’m sorry I haven’t been honest. But baby, I can’t do it anymore with you like we used to.” He said, voice cracking at the end. Joel covered his eyes for a moment with his hand, wiping the tears away.

“I want to fuck you so much right now, so much. But I can’t, ya hear me. It ain’t a different reason, baby. My body, it just won’t let me do it anymore. It won’t let me be the man that I’m supposed to be for you.”

You stood there shocked at his admittance. When you went to open your mouth to console him, Joel quickly cut you off by saying, “I don't need your pity right now. I know I can't perform up to my wife's satisfaction anymore without help. And before you ask, no, I can’t take a pill right now. I have to wait until my doctor is back from vacation in six weeks. And I get it, you can’t wait that long and-”

“Joel” you said, gently cupping his cheeks in your hands. “Honey, I'm so sorry that this has happened.” He scowled at you with your reply, shaking his head and trying to step away. “Baby, please let me finish,” you said, forcing him to stay near you.

After taking a big breath you said, “I wish you would have told me about this when it happened instead of hiding it. Can you get an erection at all or?”

“Sometimes I can,” he said with a sigh, “but it ain't anything to write home about.” Joel let out a long exacerbated sigh. “Fuck, I can't fuck my wife when it's only half hard like this ok, and I’d appreciate it if you didn't think less of me for it and-”

“Joel Allen Miller,” you said in a commanding tone. “I would never think less of you for this. Baby, I love you, and everything about you. Yeah it does cause a little bit of an adjustment for us, but honey, I don’t care. You’re my husband and you should never feel like you can’t tell me something like this, ok?” You then gently cupped your husband with your hand, slowly palming him, feeling him slightly stiffen.

“Baby I-” Joel said, straining, trying to stay level with his voice and not break down with his words again. He didn't feel like a worthy man right now, and he was so embarrassed to feel or admit it.

“Please, Joel” you softly spoke, “let me try baby, please?”

“Darlin', it ain't gonna-”

“It doesn't have to get fully hard. Just please, please let your wife show her husband how fucking sexy he is, even with this little problem.”

“It ain't a little problem darlin’.” He said, slowly leaning his hips into your touch. He desperately wanted to feel his wife, to be inside her, to fuck her and hear her moan his name.

“I know it ain’t a little problem honey,” you whispered, gently nipping Joel’s neck. You slowly started to unfasten his belt and unzipped his pants, lowering them with his boxers down to the floor. You encouraged him to step out of them, trying to get him as comfortable as possible. As you stood up, you slowly licked your hand, and then gently wrapped it around his half hardened cock, slowly stroking him the way he liked. You were also nipping, kissing, and lightly sucking on his neck, on the places that you knew drove your husband wild. As you continued, you whispered loving messages to him, things that you hoped would remind Joel of how much you loved him.

“You are so sexy baby, and so big and strong. I feel so safe with you. I've missed you so much. I missed hearing you snore,” Joel let out a little grunt at that statement. “I've missed hearing you play your guitar, humming in the morning while you make your coffee. I've missed kissing you goodnight, and waking up next to you in the morning with you holding me.”

Joel leaned forward more, pushing your back against the wall as he tapped one of your legs to open wider for him. He quickly placed his hand down your sleep shorts and started playing with your clit as you talked.

“I-ah-I also missed your, your-”

“You missed my what darlin'?” He growled, thrusting his hips into your hand as he started moving two of his large fingers in and out of your wet, throbbing core.

“Shit Joel, I'm-”

“Did ya miss this baby? Did ya miss your husband's fat fingers fucking you dumb?” He said, nipping at your sensitive spot on your shoulder.

“Mmhmm” you said, tightening your grip around his half hardened cock. Joel wasn't lying, he really did have erectile dysfunction. But at this moment, you didn't care. Your husband was curling those fingers perfectly inside of you, to where you were almost seeing stars while he continued to snap his hips back and forth hard, helping you stroke him the way he liked.

Even though he wasn't buried deep inside of you. Something about the lewd noises the two of you were making, in combination with not being able to see your husband for the past two weeks, was rapidly propelling you towards the edge with your orgasm.

Joel could feel your breaths becoming more erratic, and could feel your walls tightening around his fingers. He was also getting closer to finishing himself. Your hand was the perfect tight fit around his cock. He kept rocking his hips back and forth, fucking your hand, feeling himself leak precum everywhere. He wanted to bury himself so badly inside of you, but he knew that he couldn't. Just as he started to feel self conscious again about the situation, your filthy mouth forced him to stay in the moment.

“God, baby, I fucked myself so hard with my fingers when you were gone. But nothing ever felt as good as yours do right now. Fuck, next time I want to fuck myself with my fingers, I'm just gonna use yours-oh fuck.”

“Oh, you dirty fucking girl. Shit- You were fucking those- yeah baby- those small little fingers inside of you pretending- fuck- pretending that they were mine, huh?” He said, speeding up his thrusts with his hips and with his fingers.

“Yes Joel, fuck, don’t stop baby, please don’t-”

“I won’t stop, not until you gush around me.”

The two of you continued to pleasure each other, bringing each other towards the edge, but neither one tipping over just yet. “Joel, I need more, baby. P-please, give me more,” you moaned. You were desperately snapping your hips back and forth, wishing it was your husband’s cock that was inside of you.

“Aw baby, look at you, riding my fingers like the dirty little girl that y’are.”

“Joel, baby, please-”

“Say it,” Joel growled, “say I'm the only one who makes you feel this good.”

“You are Joel, you are.”

“Say I'm the only one who gets to fuck this tight little pussy whenever I want.”

“Fuck- You do Joel, you do. It's yours, she's all yours.”

“She's all mine, huh?” Joel said, feeling your walls put his fingers in a choke hold with how tight you were squeezing him. “If she's all mine, then do it. Fucking come for me. Show me who's pussy this really belongs to. Ya heard me, I said come, now,” Joel growled. That coil that had wound itself so tight in your belly snapped hard at Joel’s command. You screamed your husband's name as you coated his fingers with your juices. Joel tightened his grip around your hand that was stroking him, while continuing to work you through your orgasm. After a few more hard thrusts himself, he came all over your hand.

You both slowly came down from your highs, and you couldn't help but giggle at the acts that the two of you just did. It brought back memories of when Joel and you dated. As Joel’s giggles eased he slowly ran his hand that was coated with your juices through your hair.

“Hey you,” he said, smiling fondly down at you. God he loved you so much, in every way possible. You were his soulmate, his better half.

“Wow, where the heck did that come from?” You said, giggling to yourself again. When you looked up you saw how Joel was looking at you, like he could see your soul.

“I love you so much, you know that right?” He said, slowly running his nose along your jaw.

“I know,” you said, sighing at his affection.

He then grabbed your hair hard in the back of your head, pulling down slightly to force you to look up at him. It didn't hurt, just surprised you a bit, which forced you to listen to the next words that came out of his mouth.

“Then never, ever, hint at the possibility of me wanting to fuck another woman again, ok. Baby, you are the only one for me. I ain't your father, and I sure as fuck ain't my ex-wife.”

Your eyes widened at the mention of Joel's ex-wife, he never told you the in-depth story of what happened, just the highlights that they drifted apart. “Joel, I-”

“No, sweetheart, I ain't talkin’ about her. What's done is done. Just, don't ever say that to me again, hinting that I'd cheat on you. Cause baby, I'd never, haven't ever, won't-”

“Ok Joel, I promise. No more fussin’.” You gently kissed your husband, giving him the slow intimate affection he was just giving you. After a few more passionate and tender kisses, Joel sighed and rested his head against your forehead, while rubbing his nose slowly against your nose.

“I reckon we both need a shower,” he said after a moment, exhaling and laughing slightly to himself. “Come on, I'll get the shower started.”

When Joel got to the bathroom doorway you said, “wait a sec,” and then walked up to him as he turned around to look at you.

“Next time, please tell me this stuff ok? No more secrets.” He nodded his head in understanding as you leaned up and placed another tender kiss to his lips. When you pulled back you added, “good, cause I hate to break it to you. You’re officially now an old man.” Then with another small peck to his cheek, you sauntered off into the bathroom, giggling at the nickname that you gave him back when he was in his thirties. After starting the shower and getting in, you yelled back “are you coming old man, or do I need to help you with your wheelchair?”

“No wiseass, ya don't,” he yelled, looking up at the ceiling and shaking his head at your smartass remark.

When he looked down he saw himself in the mirror once again. Yes, he did have gray in his beard, in his hair, and on his chest. He also could see that he wasn’t as physically fit as he once was in his 30s, but he still looked good. He needed glasses to read most of the time now, and you and Sarah constantly harassed him about it. But that was ok. He liked it, and he loved you both dearly. He also creaked worse than the old board on the stairs, along with feeling his age every time he tried to do something that he knew he shouldn't.

Sure, he had to take medication for his high blood pressure and high cholesterol. And now he got to add a little blue pill to the regimen, just so he could have sex with his wife. He was also at that age where he needed a colonoscopy done, something that was scheduled next week for him.

With all of these things going on, Joel did have to admit that he was older than when he first started dating you. But even with this admission, he knew from the moments before that he’s never made you come so hard in your life from just his fingers alone. So you could say getting old did have its advantages.

With a small smirk on his face, and a slight puff to his chest, Joel quickly entered the shower with you. When you turned around he said, “old my ass. I'll show you who's old, ya little shit.” Joel then dropped down to his knees and ate you out like a starved man. After he gave you another two orgasms, one of which he heard you screaming his name off the shower walls. He eventually found himself lying next to you, cuddling you in the bed. You were exhausted from all of your extracurricular activities the past two days, and were curled up and ready for a nap. After catching your breath, Joel slowly whispered in your ear, “who's old now darlin’?”

Before you could answer, Joel made his way down back your body and gave you one more Earth shattering orgasm. He wanted to prove a point. That he, in fact, wasn't too damn old.

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Hi! I've been reading you for a while now and I really like your work. I have an idea about the Monster!141. What if they encounter a wild hybrid such as an ermine? Like she pounces on them, defending the territory or sees them as a threat,but she is literally smaller than them.🦦🦦🦦

Awwww! She is still a predator, of course, but the only ones who are weaker than her are some tiny prey hybrids like mice and bunnies. She is still a force to be reckoned with...if you're afraid of this tiny thing getting her claws on your hand or something. She is so firm and weird, she is scratching at Gaz whenever he left. her up, and the only way for him to make her shut up is to lift her high in the air, flying with her in his hands. She is adorable like this, using every limb of her body to cling to him and then squeak in his ear to put her down. Just look at this fluffy thing, she even remembered what normal words sound like...the problem with monster uprising is that a lot of monsters became...wild like this. They would scratch and yell and forget normal speech sometimes, but, luckily, Gaz is patient enough to remind her again. Oh, but Price is having NONE of it. He takes pride in his pack not acting like wild animals even though they are mostly animal monster hybrids, but if you want to yell and scratch and bite, you'd have to learn your manners. Our Captain is usually against any clothes at all because he wants to have access to your body, but he would force you into the most uncomfortably covering clothes just so he could make you learn how to wear them. You are tagging on these fancy collars and tight corsets, but no one ever would help you get out of it. Price might like it when you're scratching at his back during sex, but if you're using your claws anywhere else, he would force you to wear a muzzle for your mouth and mittens for your cute clawed hands...you hate it so much!! But he won't listen, oh no( he will just let you across his lap to spank your pathetic wiggling butt. Soap is the nicest to you in this case...he is the wildest out of the pack, with the least self-control - he understands how hard it could be to behave properly for someone like you, and so he really wants you to be free with him. He would let you "escape" just so you could play a small game freely, and then you two would play hide, seek, and fuck! You always hated the last part because Soap is cheating and using his superior nose to track you while you're just trying to get on top of the trees(he loves to force you into a corner just so he could slowly approach you and finally get his fill...you're always ending up on your back with your legs spread when you're hunting with him, but at least he'd lick your bit marks later and let you bask in the fresh air for a bit. Ghost is...difficult. He likes discipline, like Price, but his punishments are even less conventional. If you're trying to fight him, he'd let you - would legit ask you out on a ring, just so he could force his full body weight on top of you and watch you trying to get free. You're so dumb and adorable, it's insane - you're still acting wild, acting like you're a predator just like them, but in reality, you're just a weak thing that needs to be disciplined as harshly as possible. He might feel a bit sorry for you...but he loves to fight - and fighting you is the most precious experience for him. He loves having the opportunity to just force you on the ground and get what he wants, maybe even finally getting a few of his shadowy tendrils up your wiggling butt since you've been so ungrateful lately...

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rarepears · 7 months

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Instead of being sent on the mission that ended with Shen Yuan getting stripped by a Skinner Demon (before Shen Yuan killed the demon), Yue Qingyuan sends Shen Qingqiu to the imperial city to deal with some political matters.

It's far safer - Shen Qingqiu won't get physically harmed and lost memories or not, Yue Qingyuan reasons that Shen Jiu's innate sharp tongue is going to inflict more emotional damage than he could even possibly receive. Plus, for good measure, he sends Shang Qinghua too.

So, Shen Yuan gets sent to the imperial city to help Shang Qinghua with a particularly difficult trade negotiation and a couple extra days for sightseeing/vacationing because Yue Qingyuan Likes To Spoil Shen Jiu Like That.

As a bonus, Shen Qingqiu's presence also reminds the imperial court to fuck off - Cang Qiong doesn’t deal with politics, they stay out of it and prioritize saving people, so please stop telling them to accept bribes and refuse missions to this or that place that just so happens to be where some enemy politician's fam is located.

Luo Binghe tags along to act as Shen Qingqiu's servant because Shen Yuan demanded it - the sheep can't get bullied on the peak while he's away! - and Yue Qingyuan also thought that Luo Binghe's presence would help encourage Shen Qingqiu to take his meds and eat properly. You know, the basic self-care things that Shen Qingqiu should do more.

Anyways, Shen Yuan does what Shen Yuan does and wifebeams the crown prince. And the whole court. And the city too.

Yue Qingyuan has Regrets. The sheep is watching everything with wide eyes, only narrowly escaping the wifebeam thanks to his age and having not started puberty yet.

(The Luo Binghe a few years later will view those memories with Very Very different outlook. But it's too late.)

A literal line of horse-drawn carts come stampeding to the peak with proposal letters for Shen Qingqiu. And that's how Shen Yuan starts off his second life with a bang.

[More in #shen yuan's wifebeam hits the entire imperial city and there are Consequences AU]

#svsss #svsss ideas #svsss au #the scum villain's self saving system #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #yue qingyuan #shang qinghua #shen yuan's wifebeam hits the entire imperial city and there are Consequences AU

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dancinglikebutterflywings · 3 days

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Birthday Wish | Jung Wooyoung

-> Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader

-> Request: No. This is a repost from my old account.

-> Synopsis: Wooyoung surprises reader on her birthday.

-> Warnings: Pure self-indulgent fluff I wrote for my birthday last year.

-> Word Count: 944

-> Requests: Open.

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“Happy Birthday, Jagiya!” Wooyoung screamed at the top of his lungs as he enters Y/N’s bedroom, interrupting the video call she is on with her friend who is currently overseas, working abroad for a year.

Having not heard him come into her room until he screamed, she jumped and spun around quickly to face him and scold him. “What the fuck, Woo?”

Instead of apologizing, he smiles wide, seeming proud of himself as he holds up the cake decorated with her favorite animal, which just so happens to be foxes, towards her and repeats what he had screamed a moment ago but this time more quietly. “Happy birthday!”

“Thank you,” She sighs knowing she can’t be mad at the man who had stolen her heart the moment they met during their trainee days.

He places the cake on her top of her dresser, before wrapping his arms around her and placing a sloppy kiss to her cheek. She scrunches up her face feeling the wetness against her cheek. Even though she should be used to his affection, after all the years of knowing him, her cheeks still burn red, heart racing.

“Who is that?” they hear, reminding Y/N she’s still on a video call with her friend.

“Shit,” she mumbles under her breath before picking up her phone, still wrapped in Wooyoung’s arms. “Sorry, it was just Wooyoung, coming to surprise me.”

“That’s Wooyoung?” she questions, causing Y/N’s cheeks to grow hotter as her blush deepens. Her friend on the phone is the one she always goes to when she wants to talk about him and her massive crush on him. She’s one of the two people who know about it. While Yeosang didn’t tease her about it, her only female best friend sure did.

“Hello,” Wooyoung leans on her shoulder, greeting her friend before she could properly introduce them.

“Hi,” her friend greets back. “It’s nice to finally meet you but I must go. Just remembered I have a few things to do. Make sure our Y/Nnie has a lot of fun today!”

“I definitely will!” he assures her.

“Good,” she smiles. “I’ll talk to you later, Y/Nnie,” she adds before ending the call.

Once the call is over, Wooyoung snatches her phone out of her hand and slides it into his pocket before picking up the cake and walking out of her bedroom without saying anything.

“What are you doing?” she asks, following him and sounding a little annoyed. “Give me my phone back.”

“Ya!” He growls and slaps her hand away when she tries to take it from his pocket. “You can have it back later.”

“But what if eomma calls me,” she pouts, glaring at him.

“I’ll talk to her,” he replies as they reach the kitchen. He puts the cake on the kitchen counter and turns to face her. “We both know that she loves me more.”

“Only because she doesn’t have an actual son,” she scoffs. She’s the eldest of three daughters. It’s her mother who always goes on about having no sons, unlike her sister who has four sons and no daughters. “And I’m pretty sure she loves Yeosang and Yunho more than you.”

He looks at her like she just offended him by suggesting he isn’t her mother’s favorite. He’d been the second to meet her mother, after Yeosang who’s known Y/N since they were babies, their families being neighbors since before they were born.

“If she wants an actual son, I’ll just marry you and make it official,” he says as he rummages through one of her kitchen drawers to find the matches she keeps for her candles.

Y/N freezes, her cheeks burning red even more than before, her heart thumping against her chest and her mind racing with thoughts that she’s unable to speak aloud due to not being able to speak at all in this moment.

When she doesn’t say anything, he looks at her, his face the most serious she’s ever seen it. “What do you say? Should we get married?”

“I uh... I,” her brain was malfunctioning as she tried to pull together a sentence that would make sense.

“I should probably take you on a date first,” he says more to himself as he lights the candle on the cake. He picks it back up and brings it over to her. She’s still standing there looking at him, stunned. “Make a wish,” he adds holding the cake up higher.

“Are you being serious?” she asks, finally able to speak even though her heart and mind are still racing. “You can’t say stuff like that if you-”

She’s cut off by Wooyoung crashing his lips to hers, stunning her even more. “I’m being serious. I’ve been in love with you since we met too,” he tells her, his beautiful deep brown eyes boring into hers, letting her know just how serious he’s being. “We won’t get married right away but I want you to know that if we start a relationship, I’m in it for life. That includes marriage, kids, and everything else that comes with it. Now make a wish.”

“I don’t need to anymore,” she tells him tell him before blowing out the candle. She takes the cake from him, putting it back on the kitchen counter, before pulling him in for another kiss. “I now have everything I could wish for.”

Before Wooyoung could respond, her phone lets her know she’s got a notification. He takes it out of his pocket and hands it to her. She unlocks her phone and finds a text from Yeosang.

‘Happy Birthday, Y/Nnie! Enjoy your day with Woo. Thank me later tonight.’

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dickmedowndc · 1 year

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To Woo You - J'onn J'onzz x Oblivious!Reader

Word Count: 2,507

Summary: J’onn has taken interest in one of the new Watchtower workers and has been making attempts at “wooing” the reader. But his efforts seem to be in vain when they mistake his attempts as just “being nice.” Running out of options, he turns to advice from his fellow leaguers on how to flirt properly.

Notes: A request from @hyomy Hope you enjoy! I cannot tell you how many times I had to rewrite this one, honestly.

Also gonna tag the others who expressed interest - @winters-doll, @movielover2002, and @lunar-the-monster-fu

Part II here

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This was it. J’onn could take little more of this. If his newest attempt to show you his affections once more fell flat, then he was out of ideas and would need to seek help elsewhere.

Even his attempt to be straight forward had only been met with miscommunication! Perhaps, he reasoned, he should have clarified then and there that he had meant he had romantic feelings for you – but the way you lit up, so overjoyed that he considered you a friend had the words drying up in his throat. If you happened to not return his romantic affections, well, he hated the idea of seeing your smile fall.

You had endured a rough day then, he could see it in the way you carried yourself, but his words had seemed to lift you up. So, there was always next time, he had silently assured himself. At least until you continued to miss the meaning behind his regular presence and interest in your life and self.

It wasn’t intentional, he knew that much. It really was just honest obliviousness. Something he had become aware of upon getting to know you.

You were a fantastic addition aboard the Watchtower – a dedicated worker and easy going for the most part. Your honesty and willingness to help others had been what had caught his eye in the first place.

J’onn could do much of the work himself, but you never offered your assistance because you thought he was incapable, you just wanted to be as helpful as you could and make things a little easier. It was something that had not gone unnoticed and had only served to spearhead his affections for you.

But now, three months of vain attempts later, all concluding with that same endearing smile and assurances that you were so glad to have him in your life, had led him here; a small blue box in his hands as he traversed the corridors, nodding in passing to staff and League members alike. A few, mostly staff who had seen some of his attempts and spotted the box in his hands, shot him encouraging smiles and thumbs up.

Word traveled fast, that much was clear.

You had mentioned the other day that you would be spending your shift in the main console room, working to monitor some of the incoming radio frequencies for distress signals. And if he was right, and he knew he was, it was just about time for you to get back from your break.

With renewed confidence, J’onn stepped round the corner, spotting you just before you could slip through the automatic doors, managing to call out your name and catch your attention.

You seemed to almost sway in place, eyes darting immediately to the box in his hands before turning your body to face him.

J’onn would never admit he was nervous at just the harmless way you gave him your full attention, so quickly and so wholly, hardly a glance at anyone or anything else. He shook himself free and focused back on you, “Do you have a moment?”

“I’ve got a minute or two still, actually.” Seemingly all too happy to have the chance to speak with him again.

“I remembered you mentioning this a few days ago, so I wanted to get you a gift.”

Your eyes widen, if only for a moment, as you carefully take the box from his outstretched hand. Wasting no time, you untie the ribbon, neatly done up in a shape that almost reminds you of a heart, before nudging the lid off. You mentally brush it aside as coincidence.

Inside lies a pastry you had mentioned, just once, in passing the week prior when you had stopped to talk to J’onn on your break. “You remembered!”

“It may not be as good as the ones that you normally get, but hopefully it’s still up to your standards.”

For a moment you can almost swear you see a smile on his lips, but it vanishes in the blink of an eye.

“Hey, J’onn, have you had the chance to try one of these yet?”

“No, I haven’t tried it myself.”

“No time like the present,” you grin, tearing a piece off and handing it to him, tucking the box under your arm as you cradle the other piece in one hand – silently urging for him to try it first.

Your energy is infectious and J’onn complies easily. Not his favorite, he can admit, but the way you light up when he tells you he likes it makes it all the sweeter.

Without shame you scarf your own half down, knowing you would be unable to focus with it just inches away from you for the rest of your shift. “I really needed this today – honestly, what did I do to deserve a friend like you!”

Ah.

There it is. It takes every bit of self-control that he has not to visibly deflate at your words.

Another attempt, while vague, he admits to himself, has failed.

But once again, you’re so happy with the situation, just to be considered, and he can’t bring himself to correct you on his intentions – not if it risks ruining your mood.

Looking just over your shoulder, he can see a few other tower workers, visibly cringing before hurrying off to wherever they needed to be. It was a surprise enough to him that none of them had just told you themselves.

Still, for the moment all he can do is assure you that it was well worth the money, tell you that no, you did not need to pay him back for the gift - he had happily bought it for you – before sending you off and back to work.

The Martian stands in the corridor for a moment, just thinking, before squaring his shoulders and starting on his way to the cafeteria.

The Flash was supposed to be in the tower for the day, and the first stop on The Martian Manhunter’s search was wherever the food was to be found.

It was time to admit he needed reinforcements.

He finds Flash, roughly 27 minutes later, tucked away in the corner of a deserted room, eating a bag of corn-chips. Likely hiding from Batman, whom J’onn had already run into once, also searching for him. The Bat had seemed less than pleased with whatever was on his mind, and J’onn thought better of prying. For the moment.

There was more pressing business at hand.

“Flash, I require your assistance with something.”

This catches the speedster’s attention, though not before he glances around, seeming to double check the shadows. He makes a hushing motion at J’onn, desperate before he seems to coil in tighter on himself. “Alright, but not so loud.”

It's almost worth asking what he has done. Almost.

“So, what do you need help with? An extra hand with some of the circuitry?”

J’onn hesitates for a moment, but it is enough to have the speedster leaning out of the shadows, thoroughly intrigued.

“Is it about that Watchtower worker?”

The Martian falters at that. “You know?”

“Dude, everyone knows. There’s a betting pool on it.”

He elects to ignore that comment. “My attempt today was once again met with,” J’onn has to pause, “obliviousness.” he finishes with a resigned sigh.

“Are you sure it isn’t on purpose?”

“I’m positive that it isn’t.”

“So, you want my help or my advice?”

The face J’onn makes must be amusing because only a moment later the Flash is cracking up. “Advice, I take it?”

“That would be preferable, yes.”

“Well, what are some of the things that you’ve tried so far?”

J’onn actually has to take a moment to think about that. “In the last month alone, I believe I have tried gifting foods or desserts, spending time with them alone in the watchtower, asking them questions about their life, written them notes, and I attempted to tell them directly.”

He can hear the breath that his colleague sucks in. “I’m sorry, did you say you tried telling them directly?”

“Correct, but my wording was sub-par, and I could not sully their mood with the correction if those feelings were not returned.”

“Have you tried just, I don’t know, asking them on a date?”

“Does admitting my feelings not count?”

“Usually? Not necessarily, I guess. Maybe not to them? Either way, just ask them on a date, and make sure they understand that you’re asking for - and I cannot stress this enough - a romantic date.”

“Do you have any suggestions then? On a plan for where to take them?”

“Not the movies – maybe for a second or third date, but try dinner or something first, and -”

Flash is cut off by the whirring of a door opening, both himself and the Martian turning to face the looming figure of Batman. There isn’t a word said before the speedster abandons his bag of corn-chips and makes a break for freedom.

Batman stands still for a moment, nods to John, and turns to stalk off, almost vanishing in an instant.

J’onn finds himself letting out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

For now, he focuses on planning a romantic dinner date, and the process of asking.

Two days later J’onn has found that planning the date was the easy part. Planning how we was supposed to ask you, and ensuring that his intentions were crystal clear, proves to be more of an effort.

The Flash had made quick work to spread the news to whoever was in the betting pool, or some of them, and a few of his colleagues had come forward to offer advice: roses, a card, wording. Some he had considered, like the roses, and others he had scrapped.

But the day had been decided, and while J’onn was not scheduled to be on the Watchtower that day, you were, and it was nearing the end of your shift.

It was the perfect time to pull you aside and ask.

Hopefully the rose in hand will be enough, a full bouquet seemed like far too much of an attention drawer to bring into the Watchtower.

He finds you leaving in the direction of the transporters, seemingly happy to be in your own company – nodding and saying goodbyes for the day in quick passing. At least until he calls for you, which has you whipping around to face him almost immediately, and he swears you seem to light up even more.

He hasn’t read your mind, at least he hasn’t prodded it for any hint of feelings you hold for him. And he had promised himself not to until he asked you outright. But the urge is almost overwhelming now, with nerves clawing at his stomach.

It had been some time since he had tried courting anyone, after all.

Your eyes flicker to the rose and J’onn swears that you tense for a moment before you’re just as chipper and chatting away, “oh, you have an admirer?”

“Actually, I brought this for you. I was hoping you had a moment to speak. Alone, perhaps.”

“Sure, we can step over to the side if that works - I think it’s pretty busy up here today.”

He won’t say it’s the epitome of seclusion, but the hallways are sufficiently barren, and if he keeps his voice down then it should work well enough. “Of course.”

When they finally manage to step aside, he realizes that the rose is still in his hands – and in lieu of the words that he finds escaping him – he hands it over, gentle as he can be, only to find you take it just as gingerly, admiring the bloom.

Finally, because he knows if he doesn’t begin now, he may lose his courage, he speaks. “I was hoping you would accompany me on a romantic date next week. There is a restaurant I found, and I believe you would enjoy it immensely.”

His request seems to stun you for a moment, and he worries his words might be misinterpreted – somehow. At least until you are parroting back a piece of his sentence.

“Romantic?”

“That is correct.”

“As more than friends?”

“I would like that,” he assures, but he still cannot be certain of your feelings. Your face seems blank as you process his words.

It’s only a few seconds more before your eyes widen, and he sees you practically bouncing in place. “Wednesday is my next day off; we can do a different day if that doesn’t work for you.”

He can finally let his muscles relax. He had been so tense waiting for your answer. Worried of all the negative outcomes, he had hardly imagined a true yes. “Wednesday will work perfectly.” In truth, he had already examined your schedule and switched monitor duty for that day with Hawkwoman. “We can discuss more tomorrow, if you would like.”

This has you humming, and amused glint in your eyes before fishing a sticky note from your uniform.

You always kept a few on hand with a good pen, just in case. He remembered that from a few months ago.

And only a moment later you’re handing over your phone number. “We can also talk about it more tonight, if you’d like.”

“I would love to.”

It’s silent for a moment, and admittedly a touch awkward before you step back. “I should probably go soon though, my shift ended. Talk tonight?”

J’onn nods, clutching the number in one hand and not fully trusting his voice. Still, it seems to put you at ease as you turn and begin to head off. He takes it as his own cue to head back, intending to find Hawkwoman and confirm that their monitor shift switch was still in place.

You’re struck by one thought though, one that has you pivoting back around and calling loudly out for the Martian - loud enough to catch the attention of some passing staff, who seem to glance at you before hurrying off. You pay little mind to it before realizing you have his attention. “How long have you been trying to tell me?”

He hesitates to answer before admitting the truth. “2 or 3 months now, I believe.”

This has you flustered, and admittedly embarrassed recalling many of your interactions in that past time. You really had not noticed?

His words catch you off guard but do little to quell the heat on your cheeks. All you can do is squeak out an “oh” initially. “Well, at least I know now,” you offer up, unable to meet his eyes for the time being and ready to bolt right back to your home. At least until Wednesday.

“It was endearing, honestly.”

You give a little hum, taking note of his amused expression before bidding him a goodnight and hurrying down the hallway, rose clutched in your hands.

When your coworkers ask about the flower before starting the transporter, you’re too enamored with the gift to notice the range of expressions and people settling up.

#j'onn j'onzz x reader #martian manhunter x reader #j'onn j'onzz #martian manhunter #nicole writes #dc x reader #oblivious!reader

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thejacketscloset · 3 months

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Reposting bc I posted this at like 11 at night as a reblog to an old post which was a mistake LMDOAHD

@myriadblvck @forestshadow-wolf U GUYS SAID U WERE INTRESTED SO HERE!!! I hope u don't mind being tagged GAHDHD

A little settup story for my GOW au where Simon is Kratos and Joseph is Atreus!

Joseph's mother had spent many nights telling him stories about the gods of their world. He would look up at her with wonder in his eyes after each tale, amazed by the wonders she spoke of. He would ask if he could be as strong as the gods one day, "just like dad". He had no knowledge of his father being a god, he simply saw his father as being that strong. She would chuckle, kiss his forehead, and tell him "only if you get lots of rest tonight."

Joseph had never imagined gods would be the ones to take them both away from him.

When it happened they hid Joseph away. A section underneath the floor had been created perfectly for only him to fit. He heard a battle above, a house being destroyed and his parents screams, but he didn't dare move. He had promised his mother he wouldn't come out until he was told it was safe. He stayed there below the floorboards for hours, too petrified to check if it was safe.

Joseph wasn't sure how much later it took before the floors above him were torn away, all he remembered was shaking as he stared up to the figure above him. Slowly, he began to recognize the scarred face that bored down at him. His uncle Simon, who had gone missing a few years prior.

"Joseph?"

The gruff voice startled him, and he blinked up at his uncle with unshed tears.

"What happened here?" Simon continued to ask. He sounded unsure, looked even more so lost while he looked at Joseph.

Joseph wasn't sure how to respond. He had a million questions. Where was his mom and dad? Why was uncle Simon there? Was he safe to come out yet? The tears felt like they were welling up more. A panicked look crossed Simon's face.

"Do not cry." The words sounded harsh out of Simon's mouth, though he didn't mean them to be. He was out of his depth, with no idea how to comfort his nephew, and freshly grieving the death of his brother and sister-in-law.

"Come, we cannot stay here." Simon spoke again when he was met with no response, and he lifted Joseph up and out of the floor.

Joseph looked over the tatters of what was left of his home distantly. He wondered to him self what would happen next.

"Your parents.. We will collect their ashes, and spread them atop the highest peak of the realms." Simon explained, hesitance clear in his tone. "It was your father's last wishes."

More tears welt up in Joseph's eyes. That time, Simon let him cry it out.

When Joseph had properly calmed down enough they began preparing. Simon instructed him to collect plants and other prayer materials to bless the bodies while he prepared lumber for the funeral pyre.

Neither of them spoke throughout the process, both trying to process their own grief quietly.

A few hours later, everything was ready and they stood side by side as the flames from the pyre rose.

Joseph cried again, and Simon wondered if it was typical for children his age to cry so much.

When the pyre burnt out, Simon collected the ashes and took stock of his supplies. The journey they would need to travel would be harsh, and was not one suited for a boy. He needed to be able to gage how well Joseph was prepared for it.

"Did your parents teach you to hunt?" He asked suddenly, breaking the long streak of silence. Joseph nodded to him.

"Show me."

Joseph made a confused face.

"Right now?" He asked, his voice was jarringly small.

"I need to see your skill. How else will I know if you're ready for this journey?"

Joseph nodded in understanding. After a few minutes of preparing, the child was armed with a bow and quiver. He was already rushing ahead of Simon, reminding him of just how much energy a child really can contain.

He silently prayed to his brother that he could protect that for Joseph. He knew better than to believe that he would.

The world they were to venture was no place for a boy. Only warriors.

#gow au #cod au #cod fic #simon ghost riley #simon riley #joseph riley #tommy riley #the riley family #cod #mw2 #gow #fanfic

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hibernationsuit · 1 month

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5 Songs, 3 Outfits

Thanks for tagging me @spaceratprodigy aaaaa this is so fun <3

Rules: Post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 3 outfits they would wear

Tagging @vvanessaives @elvves @yrlietlanaevyss @cilantlis @quickhacked @reaperkiller @velocitic @dickytwister @katsigian @edgepunk @devilbrakers @babylon5 @ncytiri and everyone else who wants to do this 🤍 (+ no pressure to do this obviously hehe)

picked toby for this hehe :3 also switching it to be outfits first, songs later bc i added commentary for the songs and they're under read more. hehe. i also added a bonus song there.

Outfits

sources: one / two / three

Tobias likes comfortable clothes and has a high preference for oversized sweaters and shirts. He also likes wearing flannel shirts or soft warm jackets <3 He likes somewhat neutral, earthly tones, but isn't afraid to use funny patterns either :)

Songs:

Firestorm - Siamés: Toby's a guy who easily goes to do something he really wants, especially when highly motivated, and has accepted the fact that this road can and will have lots of "falls" and problems for him. He's still going forward :) idk man this whole song just reminds me of him <3 also, these lyrics: "to be in the glory, you'll have to survive to your falls"

Black Mambo - Glass Animals: I think going against the higher-ups is a big part of Toby's story and personality tbh. This man has many opinions and he is not afraid to say them. Or blow a whistle or two. Also can be seen as the whole "some guy goes against the Halcyon Board" song.

So Much Love - Depeche Mode: I remember this one uquiz calling Toby sooooo much. This guy has so much love to give and does that all the time, he wants people to feel good, feel loved. Something something, also Dave Gahan saying this about the song: "It's like we have so much love here, we really do, but we're afraid to use it and access it." Based on what we know abt tow universe, I doubt it's better there, so showing vulnerability or doing something nice might indeed look "weird"/"unusual"/"not productive" and thus may even be looked down upon?? idk man.

Dying to Live - Poets of the Fall: honestly no matter what i said above?? toby doesn't like showing his true self to other people and gets, well, ashamed? scared? when forced to talk about himself or explain why he did something and all. He also tends to overthink everything so much :/ Which then has kinda lead to also kinda missing out on many things in fear sjfkkfkgnfkfn

Shine - Dave Gahan & Soulsavers: honestly just toby vibed song. also somehow relates to toby's optimism <3

BONUS SONG which is strongly related to young long hair Toby

Fear of a Blank Planet - Porcupine Tree: i was listening to songs that were in control at some point and idk why but the moment this was on i suddenly got?? so many long hair toby thoughts??? very fitting for him honestly. Obviously only some parts of the lyrics are fitting (which seems to be the case for most songs) but um. yeah. thank my obsession with control soundtrack for accidentally creating long hair toby. After leaving the family he kinda got into this very...unhealthy kind of behavior in which he basically either spent his time working A Lot (or doing some side gigs bc no matter how smart you are i doubt a junior chemist's salary in udl would let you pay for your rent and necessities properly) or spent in clubs or sitting all alone at his apartment doing something or having sex. Additionally I'd mention how his substance use got v high, specifically smoking and drugs. I'm pretty sure corporations actually encouraged their workers to use them to get better productivity and all even on Earth, and while Toby didn't really care abt the whole 'be profuctive' thing, boy did he enjoy getting rid of feelings and having more focus.

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Don't answer this if the answer will be revealed later but I'm here questioning how much did Lock and Ed talk about this situation? We all know they both seem happy about Nel's presence but have they agreed on this? Or are they both secretly panicking about what this means?

My first thought was that yeah they talked about both of them liking Nel and wanting her to get involved but your tags about them all being idiots just made me question this...

Ok, I sat on this a bit but I've now got a coffee and I can answer properly :3 (thank you thank you thank you)

First off, they’re both absolute idiots in many respects, but they also talk about everything. Locryn is a gruff, brusque lad, but he talks with Edmund. About everything. So, when Nel starts showing up and the feels also start showing up, he's gonna talk to Ned about it.

I think the first time they talk about their mutual attraction to her is briefly after Ned’s near-drowning.

EDIT: I came back to this again even later. Because I wrote you the entire scene instead.

Locryn and Ned discuss Nel (very slight nsfw if you squint, mostly just soft and affectionate)

Content: fluff, reminder that Ned nearly drowned, shifting, and a bit of selkie and sea magic(?) Wordcount: 2014

“Whuff, what a woman,” Locryn exclaimed as he closed the door to his cottage and shut out the whisking wind and the sight of Eleanor Bywater riding away like a queen atop that cheeky black mare. Somehow she still managed to look regal despite the fact that her clothes were soaked and covered in sand and her hair was a wild, wet mess. He didn’t like to think how she was going to explain that one to the Penroses, but perhaps she’d just say she fell off. It wasn’t very dignified, but at least it was more dignified than telling them she’d scrambled down the cliff like a maniac to haul a man from the sea. Scandalous behaviour for a young lady.

Locryn snorted a laugh at that, and scrubbed his hand across his face, stubble rasping against his palm like sharkskin.

When he looked up, his darling Ned was looking at him with a wry twist on his lips. “What?” Locryn grunted, scowling and feeling oddly self-conscious for a man who could turn into a fifteen foot long eel-monster at will.

“You think so too?” Ned asked. He had a wicked rasp to his voice from the saltwater he’d recently coughed up, and Locryn’s heart clenched at the thought of a selkie of all creatures drowning in the sea.

Ned was sitting up in bed, but he looked fragile and wrung out in a way he didn’t normally. Yes, his leg was weak, and yes he was too damned skinny, especially for a selkie, but he was wiry and tough and graceful, not weak and delicate.

“Come here,” Ned chuckled when he saw the look in his lover’s eyes, and he shunted himself over on the bed, still sitting propped against the pillows.

Locryn kicked off his boots and snagged Ned’s sealskin that was draped over a chair. He watched as Ned gasped and shuddered the way he always did when Locryn touched his sealskin, falling back into the pillows with a decadent, trembling moan. Locryn ran his fingers the wrong way through the fur, making it all stand up on end, and Ned tipped his head back with a broken cry, and he gasped and heaved, smiling through it.

“Not now, love,” he whispered, chest rising and falling like the sea against the harbour wall. “Just hold me and talk to me.”

Locryn laid the sealskin reverently across his lover’s lap like a blanket and then climbed in under the covers on Ned’s right. Being close to the skin would help Ned recover faster, connecting him to the magic, and to the sea that had spared him and borne him to safety. To Nel. He eyed the bruised lump on Ned’s forehead and scowled, pressing fingers carefully to the skin around it before dropping his hand to Ned’s bad leg and caressing the muscles there until Ned moaned and leaned his slight weight against Locryn’s massive shoulder.

“You like the lass as well then?” Locryn murmured after a while.

“Mmn,” Ned hummed. He was splaying his fingers idly through the silver fur of his sealskin, playing with the patterns of light and dark in it. It had no effect on him the way it did when someone else touched it, and he was just using it to ground himself. “There’s something about her.”

“Even her name.”

Ned paused and frowned. “Eleanor?”

“Bywater.”

“By. Water,” Ned mused. “You think it means something?”

Locryn shrugged. “Maybe yes, maybe no. I think the sea has a habit of bringing things together when she wants to make a point.”

“You think she brought Nel to us?”

“I think she brought me to you,” he said, thinking back to the first time he’d laid eyes on Ned when he’d returned so recently from his convalescence in Plymouth’s Naval Hospital. He’d looked like the wraiths that haunt the very deepest parts of the sea, but Locryn had dreamed of a drowning seal for weeks before he’d met Ned. “I don’t think it means we shouldn’t be careful, but I think… I think perhaps…” Locryn broke off with a huge sigh and looked around his tiny cottage. “Ahh, is there really room for three in here?”

“I think there’s always a way to make things work,” Ned said easily enough. Nothing ever seemed to faze him. He went with the current, seeing where he was taken and what became of it. Buccas were the ones who controlled the currents though. They didn’t like to drift; they like to steer. And Locryn liked to be in control. Ned liked it when he took control too, but really, it was Ned who guided Locryn’s hand these days more often than not.

As if he’d sensed Locryn’s frustration, Ned laughed and turned quietly onto his right hip, twisting so he could reach up to touch Locryn’s face with his left hand while his right clung to Locryn’s right shoulder for balance.

“Careful,” Locryn growled at him.

Ned just kissed him, and Locryn melted into it immediately. So much for controlling the currents, he thought as he let Ned do whatever he wanted with him. His hands found Ned’s sharp hips and narrow waist, and he kissed him until he heard the sea in his ears and pulled back. Ned was smiling, and the sound faded.

“What do you want to do about it?” Locryn asked, and Ned eased himself back to a more comfortable pose, back resting against the pillows, head on Locryn’s big shoulder.

With a shrug, he said, “We could let it play out a bit. I doubt she’ll be looking to form any kind of association, let alone attachment, with two people of our station though. She is part of the gentry after all.”

Locryn’s lip curled at that. “She can talk with a tailor, surely?”

“Tailor’s assistant,” Ned corrected.

“You finished your apprenticeship. Why you put up with that overblown piece of urchin shit, Fordyce, is beyond me. You could be your own master tailor.”

“Hush. I like it well enough. If I were my own employer, I’d have to travel and sort out all the fabric and orders myself. I like things the way they are for now. Gives me more time to come and see you too, love,” he added with a hand pointedly palming over Locryn’s groin.

He groaned and grunted, and shook his head fondly. Ned didn’t persist, but it left Locryn simmering all the same. There was something about this selkie that just got to him every time he looked at him and every time Ned touched him.

“Alright. Well, there’s the Lammas Dance coming up. Maybe you can see her then; talk to her a bit.”

“You’ll come too?”

“I hate people.”

“No you don’t,” Ned laughed, and it did Locryn a world of good to hear that bright laugh again, even if it was a little raw around the edges still. “You love people. That’s why you’re always out there, rescuing them.”

“I don’t have to talk to them though.”

“Please?”

Those big, beautiful brown eyes looked up at him though, and he was finished. “Alright, I’ll be there,” he said and thunked his head back against the wooden headboard.

For a long time, they sat in silence with the sound of the sea drifting up from the shore below the cliffs until Locryn spoke again, more to himself than to the man dozing and tucked against his side.

“You think she’d dance with me?” he murmured.

Ned didn’t respond immediately, and Locryn thought he’d slipped beneath the surface of sleep until he mumbled thickly, “If you aren’t a complete ogre when you talk to her.”

“Rude whelp,” Locryn snorted. “Go to sleep.”

“I am.”

After a while, his breathing evened out into a steady, healthy cadence, but something prickled between Locryn’s shoulder blades and he shifted. The sea was calling him again. Insistently. The shift was right beneath his skin, like a shadow racing along beneath a breaching porpoise.

Locryn sighed and untangled himself from the languid body of his sleeping lover, and from the blankets wrapped around them both, and he scooped his arms under Ned’s shoulders and his knees, sliding him carefully down the bed to rest better. He slotted a rolled up blanket under Ned’s stiff right knee to support it while he lay on his back, and then placed the sealskin atop Ned’s chest to keep him warm beneath the blankets. When he stroked the flat of his palm down it to smooth the fur out, Ned let out a long, sleepy sigh, and Locryn leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I need to shift,” he said, rolling his shoulders and feeling the call of the sea in his blood. “There’s a fishing boat getting into trouble out in the channel.”

“Mmm. Be safe.”

“Always. You sleep, and I’ll be back before you know it.”

At the door to the cottage, he looked back over his shoulder and his heart swelled like a spring tide. The sight of Edmund, warm and safe and sleeping in his bed, would never grow old.

As Locryn made his way carefully down the narrow cliff path, he saw the places where Miss Bywater had slipped and skidded, scuffing long ruts in the sandy path from the haste of her descent, and he couldn’t help but admire a young woman who would throw herself along so recklessly, risking injury to herself and a near drowning besides, to rescue someone she didn’t know.

His feet stopped just as the sea prickled again up his spine like a cold winter wave.

“The sea didn’t warn me about Ned,” he breathed, staring at the rolling waves in the cove below as the realisation struck him like a stray breaker. “You didn’t warn me?” he accused the empty, rolling ocean.

Did that mean Ned had never been in real danger despite what it had looked like, or that the sea had chosen to call someone else? Was there magic here or was it all coincidence?

Kicking his feet into motion, he pulled his shirt off roughly over his head and bit back an animal growl. He slouched down the remainder of the path and across the short stretch of exposed sand before dumping his shirt on a rock that the sea never touched. He stripped his trousers, socks and boots off too, and stepped naked into the waves. The water was cold, but to him it was as welcome as Ned’s chilly fingers on his skin.

The water lapped around his ankles and sloshed up his thighs as he strode into the sea, and in the soft, liminal space between sand and open sea, he let the shift take him.

He thrashed in the water, sending up a spray of foaming sea as his legs fused and the magic took over that bound him to the sea as surely as the sea was bound to the moon.

Out there in the channel, a small skiff had been sucked off-course by a stray current and was drifting helplessly despite the efforts of the exhausted men at the oars and tiller. With a thrash of his own oar-like tail and a gesture of his clawed hands, he twisted a new current to take the little boat back to Polgarrack and waited until the men called out with joy and slumped while the boat bobbed away towards the distant harbour.

There amid the kelp, and with the fishermen heading confidently in the right direction, Locryn twisted like a ribbon in the breeze and dove downwards. Water passed through his gills and rolled across his tongue, and he tasted salt.

Whenever he tasted salt like that on his tongue, it meant a change in the currents. Sometimes the sea’s currents would drift and wander and drift back again, and sometimes it was a change that stuck forever.

He had no idea which one lay on the horizon, but whatever it brought, he and Ned would face it together.

That was one thing that would never change.

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I tripped and fell and wrote 2k words because people are nice and engagement with stories is life. Thank you! I hope you liked it.

[full story here: Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (sfw), Part Seven (sfw)]

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thesparklingwriter · 2 years

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say it again

"You don't remember calling me your little mate then, I assume."

tags: implied smut, pet names, Zhongli is very pure, soft Zhongli, fem!reader, Zhongli and reader are in a relationship, aftercare (ish), fluff no plot, author was very tired whilst writing this

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Zhongli almost chuckles at you. You could sleep through anything, really.

But he knows this nap is stemming from him pushing you to an almost inhuman high, so he'll take the blame for it if it gets to that. Otherwise, he doesn't care. You look so peaceful, wrapped up in one of his spare robes, burying yourself against his chest. It's nice to feel loved, he decides, even though he was convinced it was one of those things humans did to pass time.

Until you wake up, he's going to keep staring at you, until he can commit every pore of your face to his memory. Moments like this remind him of how ephemeral you are—he's lived thousands of your life spans and will live for thousands more after you. Is he supposed to just carry on living like he used to when you inevitably pass? Would he abuse his archon status to keep you here with him for as long as he can?

As his thoughts drift, his eyes shift to the window. The rain falls with steady drumbeats, filling his ears and matching his melancholy revelations. He really doesn’t want to think about this anymore.

The questions fade away in his mind as you stir. He looks away from the pouring rain, focusing on you instead. He can worry about eternity later.

"Are you awake now, love?"

You don't respond, pulling him into a tender kiss. He's not used to this. Usually, in this kind of scenario, your kisses are panicked, as if you remember the moments shared between you and are afraid that at some point, he'll leave you, and by association those moments, in the dust. Every time, he calms you, tells you that he's not going anywhere, that you are his one and only priority and that it's you he wants until your whining has stopped and you resume teasing him as normal. He's almost offended that you think he would use you for your body—but he knows that there were others before him, others that weren't so kind and doting, so he doesn't mind reinforcing to you that he's not leaving.

"This is new," he chuckles, pulling away to look at you properly. "Are you alright? Are you still in need of the daily reminder that I love you and would do anything for you, or have you finally decided to believe me?"

You laugh, running your hands through his long silken locks. Your favourite time of any day is when he releases his ponytail. Even though he pretends that he hates it, having your nimble fingers in his hair, braiding it and tying it into elaborate knots is relieving to him. A kind of massage of sorts.

"I don't need it," you smile. "Though you could totally run through it anyway if you really want."

Zhongli kisses your forehead then, revelling in the way your face breaks into a smile. "I seem to have forgotten the usual script," he jokes. "Maybe you should lead the sappy declarations of love this time."

"You definitely forgot the script," you comment, shifting yourself off of his lap so you can look at him properly. You're probably biased, blinded by your affection for this man, but you're convinced that he's the most beautiful being ever. Point blank. Between his ink-black lashes, amber eyes and gentlemanly demeanour, you want for nothing when it comes to him. He's perfect. No one in Teyvat could replace him.

Zhongli hums, a sign he wants you to continue, but doesn't want you to feel too pressured.

"Li," you smile. "Are mates a dragon thing or an archon thing?"

Zhongli flushes, so much so that you have to hide your smile. A whole archon of a man blushing over your words does wonders for your ego. He clears his throat, searching your eyes for some kind of mischievous glint, but he sees nothing but innocent curiosity.

"It probably goes directly against the contract of being an archon, I suppose."

"But you're not an archon anymore, really, are you?" you say, and once again Zhongli searches for a trace of impish joy in your eyes. Once again, it's not there and he's convinced he must just be hearing you wrong.

"That is true. Mates are a decidedly dragon 'thing'," he finally says, pulling you closer to his side. "Why all the questions, love?"

You slide your hands into his hair again, up to the spot where you vaguely remember horns being. "Oh, just something you said earlier."

Zhongli hums again, but you ignore him, gently massaging his head. His eyes close shut, and you use the chance to catch him off guard, dragging your lips to his ears. "You don't remember calling me your little mate then, I assume." His eyes snap open, glowing faintly with surprise, but he only hums again, guiding your hand back to his hair, and your lips to his.

"You wound me with your forgetfulness," you whisper, and Zhongli laughs at your valiant attempt to sound like him. Above all, he's impressed by how well you kept this to yourself. You're usually easy to read, your emotions painted on your face. But, it seems that with certain motivations, you can keep a secret. "All those words about how perfect of a mate I am, and you barely even remember!"

That doesn't get the reaction you want out of him, so you relent, for the time being, content with having made him blush. He doesn't want to talk about it? Fine.

"You're certainly a mischievous little thing," Zhongli seems to choke on his words, and it's your turn to hum, head tilted to the side.

"Go on, say what you were going to say." You push. "I, for one, want to hear you say it again." And it's the truth. Despite your devious way of bringing it up, your heart had genuinely fluttered at that moment—at the implication that he wanted you, and only you. You never cared for the fanfare of marriage or engagements, but you cared about the concept of being with him for as long as you could. And you liked hearing him confirm that he felt the same way. You like the idea of being his mate. If only he was a little less proper when he wasn't blinded by lust.

"Are you embarrassed?" you prod, kissing his flushed cheek.

"Certainly not," he huffs, offended by the notion. "I would never be embarrassed by my sentiments towards you. If anything, I'm annoyed by my own lack of restraint. Apologies for dropping that bombshell on you when you were only just this side of consciousness. It's that wretched storm wreaking havoc on me."

Ah yes, the storm. When Zhongli smelt the storm on the wind, he rushed through every room, pulling all the windows and curtains shut, and politely asked you to excuse him if he were to suddenly sprout horns and a tail. In hindsight, your reaction to that was probably a far cry from the one he had imagined—he had looked quite confused by your outburst of laughter—but you agreed to let it slide, and stay with him whilst he hid out from the storm. You did not know it was going to last for over six nights.

"You're blaming the storm? Or the fact you're a dragon?"

"Both." he scoffs. "And you for being so mind-numbingly perfect. What else did I say?"

He nuzzles into your chest. "Some things are too lewd to repeat," you mutter, absentmindedly running your hands through his hair again. "This storm really is doing a number on you, isn't it, Li?"

He nods.

"Well, I have one last question for you and then we can pretend this whole business never happened, hm? A contract of sorts," He looks up at you as if he can't trust you to keep to any contract you make. And it's true—you are terrible at keeping your word when it comes to not teasing him. But despite his reservations, he agrees and buries his face back into your chest, as if it will shelter him from your question.

"Did you mean it?" you ask. You don't mean to, but your voice cracks, and you want to yell at yourself for being so pitiful. You know his answer will be yes, so why the worry? Why the question? Zhongli smiles against you, and you feel your fear dissipate. He has a habit of being at his most sappy when he doesn't have to worry about trying to understand the look on your face. He can speak freely, and he does.

"Of course I did," he says. "Don't ever think that me calling you my mate was just some lust-filled slip of the tongue. I love you, yn, I truly do. As far as I'm concerned, you are my mate and nothing can change that. I was just hoping to bring that topic up with you with a little more fanfare."

"You know I don't care much for fanfare," you scold him, tugging lightly on his hair. He laughs.

"Feisty little mate," he says, and you grin.

"Say it again," you whisper.

He obliges, repeating himself as many times as you ask him to. He's ecstatic that you feel the same way, that he hasn't scared you away or made you uncomfortable. And later in the night, when he's convinced that you're sleeping and slips out of your grasp for a quick drink of water, he hears you call out for him. Instead of moaning that you want your boyfriend or your Zhongli back, you ask for your mate, and Zhongli finds himself back in bed before you even finish your sentence.

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fbrdcdficrevivalfest · 10 months

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Flash Fiction Fest 2023

Hello!!

Following the spirit of the TAI... and GCH rising to play a few shows this year -- we're hoping to also see a rise in fics featuring the past and present bands of Fueled by Ramen / Decaydance.

To help make that a reality - we've decided to throw a ficfest and are asking for your help in reviving this niche of bandom.

If there's continued interest - we'll host other fests in the future but we wanted to start with something small, simple, and hopefully accessible to more creatives in our community.

The "Rules"

Be 18 years or older to participate

The main pairing/focus of your fic must include at least one member or character from a past or present FBR/DCD band (for a list of artists you can click here) or verse (like 16 candles)

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Fics can be any genre, AU, or format (you can write a high school AU but please keep it pg-13)

We're only asking to limit length between 1k - 5k for this first fest

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sabraeal · 8 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

As I said on my first fic rec post, I have written very many fics and I love almost all of them, so I can't pick FAVORITES so much as CATEGORIES, and this category is going to be "Fics Joanna Made Me Write Outside My Comfort Zone Because It's Good For Me Or Something"

Whenever I view the moon on the battlefield This was the FIRST fic I wrote outside of ANS fandom, and if that was not already out of my usual groove enough, it's also from the POV of one of the minor characters in Hakuouki, Shimada Kai. The concept was originally conceived while I was streaming a playthrough for the obiyuki discord-- Yamazaki (our best boy) and Shimada are both spies and spend quite a bit of time off screen, so we kept running into scenes and being like "how AWKWARD is it for those two to be watching this right now?" And so when it finally came time for me to throw my hat into the yamachi ring...Joanna asked for THIS to be the fic. You know. Instead of one where Yamazaki and Chizuru actually kiss or whatever. Sigh.

The Most Perverse Creature in the World Listen. I know there are people out there who LOVE xReader fics. I'm happy for you, truly. I am not one of them. But after answering the fandom fuck/marry/kill game (otherwise known as only one bed/slow burn/enemies to lovers) with small littler blurbs about the kind of story I would write for the older gentlemen in ANS (Shidan, Lata & Haruka), SOME PEOPLE got very invested in Haruka's little enemies-to-lovers blurb. Some people made puppy eyes. Some people made puppy eyes and then got very sick after, and I AM A GOOD FRIEND and wrote ONE CHAPTER and have never known a day of peace since. Six years later it's up to thirteen chapters, has a very complicated plot involving the politics of taxing oral sex, and I've learned how to effectively write in 2nd person.

don't speak boyshit I cannot properly explain how absolutely in our heads the Maria/Kamitani pairing is, but like. It's good okay?? Joanna did not so much force me to write this one so much as like...emphatically encourage its existence, to the point where I have a very complicated outline and she routinely reminds me I'll finish it when i'm like. 50. But this is certainly the gateway fic to the OTHER fics for this pairing she DOES want to twist my arm over, SO ON THE LIST IT GOES. I am one of TWO authors in this ship tag, and also one of TWO fics...and yet this is one of my most popular non-ANS fics 🤣

If the Mind Is Willing This is a fic Joanna will HAPPILY admit to being the main driver for, since, as she puts it, "there is no one else who could possibly ever write this fic." Taking TWO very niche concepts (LARP and a SURPRISE FOR LATER) and a very niche pairing (yamachi) would perhaps not have been MY first choice...but Joanna asked for the first chapter as a birthday gift a few years back and here I am, learning a whole new tabletop system and really giving my FBI agent something to talk about at the watercooler.

He Who Studies Evil Of all the niche fics Joanna has convinced me to put to paper (or at least, word document), this is probably takes the top spot. A prequel to my obiyuki Star Trek AU, this covers events about 10 years previous, with Haruka taking over DS9 and immediately being thrown into a political nightmare when he is informed that the Cardassians are in possession of a missing human child. This took...an INORDINATE amount of time to research and write-- I hadn't seen DS9 since I was in high school, and I watched through nearly half a season just to get the timeline right-- but I still REALLY love how it came out. Which is good, because it is definitely one of my least read fics 🤣

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gintokiu · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

love love love getting Tumblr messages, especially if they come from Rena! thank you so much for thinking to tag me and get me back on this ye olde blog. I will do my best to answer since most of my favorites are unfinished and waiting for me to have time to complete them asdfgh anyway, starting from the bottom:

5. Unfinished, unposted work: Worth the Wait

This one is fun because it's something I'm currently working on and I am soo obsessed with it; it's an AU of a fantasy game that I've put way too many hours into recently. I think that the overall premise of the story is something akin to finding things in places that you wouldn't expect them to be, which I always love when it comes to Gintoki and Hijikata, because that's kind of like, their thing? It's set right now to be three or four chapters long and ahh I can't wait for it to be done. I hope, like usual, that the AU doesn't shy people away because they might not know about it/played the game. :') I can't help I only like writing AUs I'm sorry adsfgh

4. Fahrenheit

This story has such humble beginnings and such a warm place in my heart. It was actually the first ginhiji fic I ever wrote and oh god, it was fucking horrible. Rewrote it when I matured more as a writer and am hoping that I figure out where exactly I want this one to end because it's a bit of a toss-up. Right now, I am simply enjoying writing all the modern-day fluff and antics (and sex) until the plot decides to cement itself properly in my brain.

3. Hirudinea

The big one, the one that my brain refuses to write even though I have the plot all there waiting for me to write it. The powerpoint for this story is crazy. I'm looking forward to one day getting to tie this one up with a nice little bow and give it the proper love it deserves, but I want to finish other things first. Forcing myself to write things only ever ends in me hating them and I refuse for that to be the case with this story because there is so much love for it in me and seemingly in the community <3

2. Ninety-Nine and The Flight, the Fall, and the Forsaking of a Crow

There are two for this spot because I can't make up my mind. The Flight is another one with very humble beginnings. I wrote this, god, six or so years ago originally? Rewrote it when I started posting my work and fell in love with the new rendition of it so much. I'm such a sucker for transformations and gaining new understandings of the world, which is exactly what Gintoki gets to go through, which is why it means so much to me. The pacing is there, the emotion is there. Truly one of my favorites of mine that remind myself that I can write sometimes, LOL.

Ninety-nine I love because it is so easy to write. It's the child that never backtalks, never gets in trouble-- it's just golden. The plot for this is fleshed out all the way to the end and the powerpoint is thirty slides longer than Hirudinea's at a whopping 91 slides. It's a beast. I have end chapters completely written, just waiting for the rest of it to catch up. While definitely not my most popular piece, it's the one that I love to work on the most and I hope I can give it the ending that it deserves :') ahhh there's so much I want to say but can't so I'll just leave it here and talk about it later when it gets closer to being complete.

Things That Happen During the In-Between

Certainly did not expect this work to get the recognition that it did when it was posted. When I tell y'all that I hated this story for the longest time because I reread the same scenes fifteen, twenty times over, edited each one at least three or four times super in-depth to the point where it became beyond predictable in my mind. So then I post this, and people are all like "I cried!" I'm like HUH what do you mean you cried? this work sucks?? So then I waited like a month, reread it, and understood that yeah, okay, I actually didn't do that bad of a job with this one. My personal favorite aspect of this story is the characterization, because there are so many parts where I can read through it and say with confidence that that's a very "them" thing to say/do. (I also just love and adore the second movie, it's such a good film and I'm glad that I was able to do it some justice with this story.)

this was such a treat to do, once more thank you @renamusing for tagging me <3 I'll send a few out to some authors who I think are active on my tumblr so if you get one then consider it a little forehead kiss mwha

#ginhijigin #ginhiji #alex talks #im going to be more active on here hopefully #my works

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jinxedwood · 2 years

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The House of the Dragon: The Princess and the Queen. Part 1 of 2

I have so much to say about episode 1x06, I didn’t know were to start. So I decided to make my comments chronologically…I guess? (I tried to, I really did, but then I started hopping around to other scenes that I thought linked up…and things got chronologicalish?) .

Also, I’m going to post this in two parts over the next few days because this thing turned into a BEAST. Also, I’m quite blunt with my opinions here, so I have tagged everything with anti tags because I have something negative to say about just about everyone and I appreciate the fact that some days you just want to look at the pretty.

Please excuse the typos. I know they’re there. I can’t see them...but I can sense them.

The House of the Dragon: The Princess and the Queen. Part 1 of 2

We open with Rhaenyra giving birth to her third child. I was struck by how intimate, almost claustrophobic the scene is, but the smile, that moment of genuine joy on her face as she was handed her child was lovely. I also noticed she was attended by a Septa and I presume a midwife, and there wasn’t a Maester in sight and I wondered if they were specifically barred from the room. It would make a kind of sense. Aemma’s fate was sealed the moment the women were sent from the room and the Maesters took over and I’m sure that was lesson Rhaenyra learned well..

And then the doors opens, letting a chill light into the cocoon of joy, and Rhaenyra learns that the queen had commanded to see the baby at once. You can see the following scene in two ways. You could say that Rhaenyra’s pain and discomfort as she climbed the steps was all her own doing, that the Queen mere wished to see the baby and hadn’t requested her presence as well, but as this demand was clearly a power play, you could also say Rhaenyra couldn’t trust the queen alone with the child.

Personally - I don’t think she thought Alicent would physically hurt the child - at least not at this stage - but a sly comment here or there could do irreparable damage to the pretence that that Rhaenyra’s children were Laenors instead of Harvin Strong’s. One that Viserys is holding onto for dear life.

And it’s on this journey we meet Laenor. It’s strange, I see a lot of people saying Laenor isn’t properly supportive of Rhaenyra in this scene. I don’t see that at all. I see the real, organic bickering you see in any genuine family relationship. Rhaenyra is in pain and snippy. Laenor is stressed and his head is all over the place as a result. His mouth is literally running off before his brain can catch up and the expression on Rhaenyra’s face says it all.

I also think that what we initially see as his disengagement from Rhaenyra and the children ,is in actual fact the signs of a man newly in love again. I think this is why, although Rhaenyra gets exasperated with him and later snaps at him that he can’t go to war with his new lover, she also doesn’t try to squash the romance or contradict Laenor when he calls their third child Joffrey - although she complained about it afterwards - because I think this is probably the first time he’s been in love since Joffrey died.

Alicent has changed over the years. Always a little conservative in her thinking, this has hardened into self righteousness that reminds me a little of Otto’s. Of course, this level of righteous indignation has to come with a little self denial. Although I think we see this latter trait slowly stripped from her as the episode continues.

In this scene though, she finds herself partially foiled by not only Rhaenyra’s presence but Leanor’s , although she can’t help her parting barb to Laenor. I think the fact that the barb didn’t land as heavily as she thought it would is the moment Alicent’s frustration with the situation began to ratchet up. Alicent carries her prejudices around with her like they’re precious truths. She looks at Rhaenyra’s children and only sees bastards. She literally finds it difficult to see them as real human beings, never mind children and she genuinely can’t understand why Visery’s doesn’t see it the same way.

We can see other examples of the double think that comes with a rigid belief system . We see a scene where Alicent reprimands Sir Crispin Cunt (sorry not sorry) for calling Rhaenyra a cunt, but in practically the same breath voices her opinion that her children should be named bastards and Rhaenyra punished (in other words, executed) Alicent’s belief system allows her not to see any hypocrisy in this.

Also, for all we call Targaryen’s mad and wild, there is a hardocre pragmatism built into them that Alcent really can’t wrap her head around. Of course, Visery’s knows Harwin is the father of Rhaenyra’s children, and he really doesn’t give a shit. They’re still Rhaenyra’s children. Alicent genuinely doesn’t understand why Visery’s is getting angry at her rather than condemning Rhaenyra’s actions and outing his grandchildren as bastards. She really hadn’t got the memo yet that, while Visery’s wouldn’t say it out loud like Daemon would, he has as little regard for the morality of the situation as his brother. His daughter made a political marriage with little chance of issue and made other arrangements to make sure she had heirs. As far as he’s concerned the only problem is that his wife and her followers won’t shut up about it .

In this sense, Alicent is flying a lot closer ot the wind than she realises. After all, it was Otto’s blindness to this aspect of Visery’s personality that lost him his place as the hand. VIsery’s smiles and plays nice for the Maesters, and the beliefs they uphold, but in a lot of ways that belief is as paper thin as Daemon’s. The Targaryens conversion to the Seven had always been a matter of politics rather than faith.

[And this is one of those moments where I veer wildly off on a tangent, because I realised I went on and on about Alicent’s failings but didn’t bring up any of Rhaenyra’s -because, boy, does she have them! But her biggest one is her ARROGANCE.

Like her father, Rhaenyra hasn’t gotten the memo yet that things have changed thanks to the concessions Jahaery’s made during his reign. Not only did he choose to renounce his traditional beliefs and faith in favour of the Seven, he allowed the Maester’s to decide on his succession, something his wife never really forgave him for.

One of this things that is usually left unsaid about the Targaryens is that, while the people they ruled in Westeros were extremely Patriarchal, they were less so, and their views on sexual relationships were a lot more more fluid. Both men and women were dragon riders and went to war. Polyamorous marriages were accepted, and women held positions of great power before the rule of Jahaery’s In fact, while the histories (sic), describe Aegon as the king, and Visenya and Rhaenys as his wives, there is enough information there to assume that it was in fact Visenya who was the de facto ruler and Aegon her beard. This ambiguity around gender is reflected in the Valyrian language, which has not one, not two, but FOUR genders

Yeah, yeah, I’m getting to the point.

The point is,Viserys and his family are the first generation to deal with the fallout of Jahaery’s decisions, but they had deluded themselves into believing nothing had changed. They carried on as they always had, ignoring the Westorosian (?) customs they felt shouldn’t apply to them. In a sense, they remind me of the British Royal family after the Civil war, It took them a couple of generations to realise that they’d been neutered as well.

I mean, yes, I’m not saying that Rhaenyra should have forced Laenor to sleep with her to produce heirs (because - lets be clear - not having heirs wasn’t an option for her. She needed them to hold onto her claim to the throne.) but she could have at least picked a lover who looked a little like him! That would have been the clever thing to do.Instead she just did what she wanted and expected everyone else to go along with it - and a generation before, she probably would have gotten away with it! But the moment Visery’s married Alicent and made her queen, he let in Westeros behind the curtain, and closed the net tighter around the Targaryen reign..

Rhaenyra should have been smart enough to see that she didn’t have the absolute power her forebears had, that she couldn’t just browbeat the court into ignoring how she flouted Westorian culture. There is a definite culture clash going on here, but the Targaryen’s had never been on the sharp edge of that until now.

So yeah, Rhaenyra is suffering from an epic amount of self delusion here and, in that, she and Alicent are a pair - perhaps even intentionally? Are they supposed to represent the aspects of their culture, both the good and bad?

Anyways, tangent done. ]

[But also another - short - tangent. I’ve read a lot commentary that seems to conclude Alicent’s belief that her child should be on the throne, and her consequent actions, are vindicated and caused by the fact that Rhaenyra's children are bastards.

I think this conclusion tends to varnish over Alicent’s hypocrisy and the fact she already committed herself to putting her son on the throne before Rhaenyra was even married, never mind had her first child. Even if Laenor had been the children’s father, Alicent would still have striven to put Aegon on the throne. The Dance of the Dragons was always going to happen, only the outcome was in question.]

We cut to the dragon pit. I found this bit fascinating. But I had a lot of questions. What is the language the trainer is speaking? It sounds like Valeryian but I could be wrong. If it is, then something is going very wrong with these kid’s education if the language has to be translated for them. Another example of the Hightower/Maester influence, perhaps? Maybe as an Irish person I’m reading too much into this, but I always view a language dying out from one generation to the next as very sad. I can’t help but view it as one of the thousand cuts to what is left of the Valeryian culture.

(But - also - why the fuck isn’t Rhaenyra teaching them the language if the Septa/Maesters aren’t? Has she stopped speaking it? Has VIserys?)

The kids are being typical kids, even when they’re being cruel. I know they’re setting up a storyline for Aemond here, so I’m paying attention. The kid definitely has second son syndrome!

We cut back to Alicent and Helaena. Is it just me, or is Helaena coded as neurodivergent? It’s a fantasy world, and I ain’t a doctor, but I thought I saw a few indicators of autism in her behaviour. I especially honed in on the fact she didn’t make any eye contact with her mother, and flinched when Alicent touched her. I felt for Alicent here. She’s trying to connect with her daughter but doesn’t have the tools to do so.

Their moment is interrupted when Aemond is brought into the room, a little worse for wear.

Also, because of the Aemond comment, we now know Helaena is a dreamer. (Spoilers, sweetie)

And then we arrive at the scene I already discussed above, because I can never do anything chronologically, no matter how hard I try. It’s interesting that we’re back in the room they had their first conversation in, when she had been sent there by her father in her mother’s dress. We can reallly see how much the power dynamics have changed. Her frustration is already high here. She began the day believing that this was the day Viserys would at last see things her way but he’s (wilfully) refusing to engage.

Next she meets up with Ser Crispin Cunt (still not sorry) to vent, and perhaps got more in return than she bargained with. She reprimands him…but.

And here is the thing with Alicent, her frustration with VIserys is blinding her to the fact that while her husband isn’t listening to her, her vassals are. There was perhaps a hint of wisdom in Viserys’ words. She should be more careful of her words. The consequences of this conversation with Cristin is the first example of this, but there is of course more to come.

We cut to Daemon, and at first everything seems well in his life. He had a wife who is also a Dragon rider and of Valeryian blood, something he always hankered for. They have two daughters and a third child on the way, and he’s just been made a generous offer to settle in Pentos at the feast after his and Laena’s demonstration on Dragonback. He even seems to be discreetly propositioning one of the servers, at least that was the impression I got from the cheeky expression he got in turn. .(Daemon is officially bi. I’m calling it.)

But the feast is then done, and we begin to see the cracks.

I think it’s so sad Rhaena has equated Daemon’s lack of attention with love. Baela has more of his time, true, but I don’t think that’s what’s going on here. I genuinely think Daemon is depressed and just dragging himself through the day. He managed to summon the energy to help his oldest because he thinks she has the greater need because she has a dragon to bond to.

For that she needs training and knowledge of High Valeryian and Daemon feels it’s his duty to provide her with that because they don’t have Dragon pit trainers and Maesters at hand. He’s literally homeschooling her. (Also, interesting, in the light of my earlier my earlier comments on language and culture. Daemon is impulsive but he isn’t an idiot. He’s actually paying attention to his children’s education)

But the love and attention that both Baela and Rhaena probably need, the gentle rough housing, the silly jokes, listening to their tales and woes? Daemon isn’t present enough in their lives to give them that. Daemon isn’t present enough in any sense of the world.

We get the impression from Laena that this hasn’t been true the entirety of their marriage, however, and I can’t help but feel that one of the core reasons she wants them to return home is because she believes Daemon would fare better there. She’s worried about him. She’s trying to chivvy him out of his low mood.

It doesn’t work. He gives her the silent treatment and she’s familiar enough with the tactic to know what it means.

Again I’ve seen some weirdly negative commentary about this scene. Daemon may not be in love with Laena but i think there is genuine affection there. HIs disinterest in his marriage and life is not caused by his relationship with his wife but his depression.

And it is here that I’m going to sign off on part one. I’ll be able to post part two in a couple of days.

#house of the dragon #hotd #alicent hightower #anti alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #anti rhaenyra targaryen #viserys targaryen #anti viserys targaryen #anti criston cole #(no..just anti for crispin - I ain't loving him this episode)#daemon targaryen #laenor velaryon #laena velaryon #and all the targaryen kiddies #and fuck it #I posted this to the wrong blog!#ah well I'll reblog it

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