#the reveal in Explorers killed me in one shot and fucked me up the most
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— DON’T CALL ME PRINCESS
PAIRING — Poe Dameron x Padmé Solo (OC)
SUMMARY — Named after her biological grandmother, Padmé has always been running away from her destiny and refused to be trained at the Jedi Academy. She chose the life on the run alongside her father but her older brother kidnaps her, hoping she would join him in the dark side. General Leia Organa is determined to get her daughter back and sends the Resistance’s best pilot to rescue “Princess Padmé”.
AUTHOR’S NOTE — I really wanted to make it a story with the fem!Reader but she would have to be too described and that is something I do not like in x Reader fics, so I’ve created the character of Padmé Solo. 🥺 Long multichapter fics exhaust me, to be honest, so I don’t plan to turn this into one, I think more of writing a series of one–shots, which would explore this character, her story and her relationship with Poe. In this one they’ve barely met after all! 🙈 I follow canon very loosely here btw!
WORD COUNT — 3,740
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DON’T CALL ME PRINCESS
Padmé was woken up abruptly by the sound of the door being opened. She groaned and pulled the blanket over her head but the man who had just stood above her didn’t mean to walk away so easily.
“Kylo Ren is expecting you,” he announced in a very serious and a bit irritated voice.
“Tell him to fuck off, how about that?” Padmé muttered through the blanket before revealing her face and giggling at General Hux’s expression. “Would you be brave enough to repeat that to him?”
The man clenched his jaw and didn’t say anything but his eyes were telling more than a thousand words – he despised that woman and if she hadn’t been his boss’ biological sister, he would have taught her a lesson.
Padmé rolled her eyes and stood up to stretch her arms out and yawn. She grabbed a towel and raised an eyebrow at General Hux.
“Will you be staying here while I take a shower?” she asked.
“N-no, of course not,” he swallowed thickly.
“Thought so,” she smirked and waited for him to leave before she eventually went to the bathroom.
Kylo Ren was waiting for Padmé in his private quarters with his lightsaber by his side and his helmet covering his face. He hadn’t been expecting her to show up on time but he was still irritated by her delay.
“How nice of you, dear brother,” he finally heard her voice and turned around to witness her walking up to him next to General Hux. “You gave me quite a big room with my own, private bathroom,” she chuckled and looked around. “Woah, that’s much more luxurious than a good old Millenium Falcon, isn’t it?”
“Padmé,” Kylo called her name to get her attention but she kept making wide eyes at the quarters surrounding her.
“Excuse me, it’s the first time since you’ve kidnapped me when I can finally take a proper look at your ship,” she commented bitterly.
“General Hux, leave us,” Kylo ordered and the man nodded his head before walking away as fast as possible.
“Come on, Ben, take off that stupid helmet,” Padmé sighed and crossed her arms. “It’s not like you need it. Our grandfather never wanted to wear one and he hated it.”
“You know nothing of Darth Vader,” Kylo Ren’s voice was filled with frustration and anger.
“Do you still talk to his melted helmet, hoping he would show up as a Force Ghost?” she kept teasing.
“Shut up.”
“What do you want me for, Ben? Am I here so you can kill me and seal your commitment to the dark side?” she pretended to be brave about it as she crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow but her voice broke a little and that had betrayed her.
She didn’t want to die, after all. Padmé was a young woman, two years younger than her brother actually. Full of life and everything it had to offer.
Despite spending most of her life on the Millenium Falcon, visiting different worlds with her father and Chewbacca, there were still many things she hadn’t experienced and couldn’t wait for.
Like finding a place she would call home that was not an old Corellian ship. Or meeting one true love one day… maybe.
“Don’t call me Ben,” Kylo said and took out one of the lightsabers to throw it at her. She grabbed it, surprised. “You are here to be trained.”
“No,” Padmé gritted her teeth. “I didn’t agree to join Uncle Luke and I don’t agree to join you. Force is a gift I do not want. It causes more trouble than good,” she exclaimed.
She tried to throw that lightsaber away but it fit her hand almost perfectly so instead, she took a better look at it. For some odd reason, it felt like she had known it… in some different life.
“That lightsaber once belonged to a Jedi Knight named Anakin Skywalker,” Kylo informed her and Padmé’s eyes sparkled.
“I might keep that one for sentimental reasons then. I will not use it, though.”
“You will,” Kylo answered mysteriously before activating his own one.
In fact, Padmé had never held one nor fought with one. She was force sensitive but she never used any of her potential abilities, unless it was done by accident. Yes, it had saved her life a few times during her adventures on Millenium Falcon, but she never actually dreamt of becoming a Jedi or a dark side user of the Force.
What Kylo Ren had been wanting so badly – being in touch with their grandfather – she had achieved effortlessly. Anakin Skywalker’s force ghost had been by her side since she had been a child.
It was Padmé’s little secret that she was so close with her grandfather. Her parents had eventually forgiven him and Leia Organa had accepted the fact that she was a biological daughter of Anakin Skywalker but she never addressed him as her father and she never talked to him. Padmé was different. She didn’t care much about her mother’s stories about Bail Organa and she never used her second name – Breha. She hadn’t met them just as much as she hadn’t met her biological grandparents so she decided she’d rather focus on her actual ancestors.
Padmé Solo was an unusual girl. She was known by many names, actually: Padmé Organa, Padmé Organa–Solo, Padmé Skywalker, Padmé Skywalker–Organa, Padmé Skywalker–Solo and even Padmé Skywalker–Organa–Solo. She was using them all, depending on the situation, but in fact she had known she was nothing but Padmé Solo.
Her parents were rather happy that she hadn’t wanted to become a Jedi. Most of her childhood she had spent with her father, when her mother was busy with politics. And when her parents decided that they shouldn’t be together, she had left with Han and Chewie to have adventures all over the galaxy.
She loved her mother but their relationship was not an easy one. Being Leia Organa’s daughter was putting lots of expectations and bagge on Padmé’s shoulders. She was expected to be a Princess like her mother… Not one of those who would just roll their eyes and demand, no. She should be a fighter and a hero; smart and beautiful, fearless…
It was easier to be Han Solo’s daughter. Simpler.
Padmé looked down at her own hands and she witnessed the blue light activating itself. Her fists clenched around the handle as her hands trembled.
“I’m going to guide you, don’t be afraid,” she heard her grandfather’s voice and she smiled to herself.
“Why do you want to train me?” she asked her brother.
“Because you are supposed to join me.”
“Over my dead body, Ben,” she tried to turn it into a joke.
“We will see about that,” he approached her. “There is the same blood in our veins. We both love power.”
Leia could feel that something hadn’t been right. She could feel the physical pain. It was the Force’s calling but also a mother’s instinct that had been telling her that her daughter could be in danger.
Therefore, when she saw Han’s ship landing at The Resistance Base on D’Quar, she felt her heart squeezing in her chest. She immediately knew that there had to be a reason for his visit… An unpleasant one.
“Han!” She greeted him but his serious expression and Chewbacca’s lowered head made her feel sick to her stomach. “Where is she? Where’s Padmé?”
“He’s taken her,” Han shook his head, feeling guilty for letting this happen. “She was kidnapped when we were on Batuu. I’m sorry…”
“We’ve already lost a son,” she whispered. “I won’t lose a daughter, too,” she added before hugging her ex-husband and patting his shoulder. “We’ll get her back. I’ll send my best pilot.”
“Am I not your best pilot?” Han smirked.
“Oh, please. Hardly.”
Padmé was walking down the corridor, coming back from her brother’s private quarters. They were supposed to train together now but he had told her to go back to her room now since he had other urgent matters to take care of first.
Thanks to her rather obedient behavior those past few days, Kylo Ren allowed her to go back on her own and without General Hux’s supervision.
That behavior was of course nothing but an act – Padmé wanted to gain Kylo’s trust so she would soon be able to escape the First Order’s ship.
Her main problem was rather embarrassing – she couldn’t fly. Han Solo’s daughter had no idea how to fly ships, yes, and there were quite a few reasons behind that. Most importantly, there was no way Han Solo would ever let his daughter fly his beloved ship. They both also liked to pretend that they were not getting older at all and they still had all the time in the world for her to learn.
Thanks to that, Padmé was now left with a huge problem. She needed a pilot and in order to find one, she had to befriend some people on the ship and find out which one would be the easiest to convince to help her for money. Most of them sadly acted like they had truly been loyal at heart to the awful First Order.
Padmé was lost in her thoughts when she suddenly heard two muffled voices coming from the side of the corridor. That was certainly unusual. She had never witnessed two stormtroopers gossipping while being on their shift.
“Can you fly a TIE Fighter?”
“I can fly anything.”
The other man laughed and Padmé stopped while furrowing her brows, standing literally a few meters away from them.
“Why? Why are you helping me?” the one who claimed to be able to fly anything asked.
“Because that’s the right thing to do.”
Short silence occurred.
“You need a pilot.”
Padmé’s heart froze in her chest at those words.
“I need a pilot,” the other one admitted.
“We’re gonna do this… but first, I have to rescue Princess Padmé.”
Padmé closed her eyes for the second, embarrassed to hear those words. It had to be her mother sending that man to help her because no one else would call her a Princess…
“Ekhem,” she interrupted both men and stood between them. They widened their eyes, absolutely terrified of her presence.
One of them was a stormtrooper with his helmet taken off and the other one had dry blood on his face and typical clothing of some scoundrel.
“Who are you?” he asked while the stormtrooper looked at him like he was crazy.
“That’s Princess Padmé. Weren’t you supposed to rescue her?” he asked, surprised.
“Oh, they haven’t told me what she looked like,” the pilot looked at Padmé up and down while biting on his lower lip. “So, we don’t have to break in anywhere, you’re already here, marvelous. Now we can escape.”
“Not so fast. You were sent to rescue me?” Padmé raised an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“Why would I believe you?”
“Why not?” he teased and she huffed. “Listen, we don’t have much time.”
“Why would my mother send a pilot like you to rescue me?” Padmé crossed her arms.
“I’m the best pilot in the galaxy!” he exclaimed, his pride visibly offended.
“My father is the best pilot in the galaxy. You’re some scoundrel who got himself arrested during the mission.”
“We really don’t have much time,” the stormtrooper nearly begged.
“And why would we trust you, huh?” she laid her eyes on him.
“Can we just…” the pilot lowered his voice at the sound of people coming their way. “We need a plan.”
“I have a plan,” the stormtrooper put his helmet on. “You’ll pretend to be my prisoner.”
“What about the Princess?” the pilot pointed his finger at her.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Well, she might be a problem,” the stormtrooper admitted.
“Just leave me here and tell my mother to send a better pilot to save me,” Padmé teased.
“No way, you’re leaving with us right now,” the pilot didn’t want to hear any of this.
“I have an idea,” Padmé looked around and noticed a lone stormtrooper approaching them.
Perhaps it had been a terrible idea but she didn’t think twice. She grabbed her grandfather’s lightsaber and activated it before pressing it to the surprised stormtrooper’s chin.
“Wh-what’s going on?”
“Give me your clothes.”
They were walking through the hangar and now, when they were surrounded by so many people, Padmé started to feel what a terrible idea it had truly been. The stormtrooper's clothes were too big for her and she felt everyone’s eyes on her. The way she walked was simply funny and hard not to notice.
Not to mention the actual stormtrooper being locked in one of the rooms on the ship. Soon he’d be found and tell the authorities about everything, which would lead to the failure of Padmé’s plan.
“Okay, stay calm, stay calm,” the stormtrooper that had been working with her kept repeating under his breath while pressing the gun to the pilot’s head. Padmé was just walking next to him and feeling how sweaty her hands were becoming.
“I am calm,” the pilot gritted through his teeth.
“I’m talking to myself,” the stormtrooper admitted.
“How consoling,” Padmé muttered.
“Okay, go. This way,” the stormtrooper patted their shoulders and led them to one of the TIE Fighters.
“Which one of you will be my co-pilot?” the pilot asked. “Princess?”
“Don’t call me that and no,” she hissed at him after taking off her helmet.
“A daughter of the best pilot in the galaxy and she cannot fly?” he asked, both surprised and amused.
“If I could fly, smartass, I wouldn’t need your help with getting out of here.”
“Okay, okay, I can try,” the stormtrooper pushed them both inside the TIE Fighter.
Another problem was that it certainly hadn’t been built for three people, especially when two of them were wearing big white armors.
Padmé was squeezed between them two, half standing and half crouching, grumpy and terrified.
“We are so going to die here,” she sighed.
“I’ve always wanted to fly one of these things,” the pilot admitted while taking his jacket off.
“You joined the wrong side then,” Padmé sighed.
“Can you shoot?” he asked the stormtrooper who was taking his helmet off.
“Blasters, I can.”
“Okay, same principle,” the pilot nodded while pushing buttons to get the ship ready to start. “Use a toggle on the left to switch between missiles, cannons and mag pulse. Use the sight on the right to aim. Triggers to fire.”
“This is very complicated…”
“Is there anything I can do?” Padmé asked.
“Just stay silent,” the pilot smirked at her and she didn’t even fight him at that moment, absolutely convinced she would soon die.
Perhaps staying on that bloody ship with her brother hadn’t been that bad of an idea but it was too late for going back now.
The ship was just about to leave the docking bay when something blocked its movement and a loud clanking sign made them all realize that all this time the TIE Fighter had been anchored with the wire.
“Excellent,” Padmé hid her face in her hands, trying to calm her down while taking deep breaths in.
She had heard stories about her mother during the war. Leia Organa had been strong and brave. She would never crouch down on the ship’s floor and hide her face in her hands. Neither would Han Solo or the real Padmé – Padmé Amidala.
But Padmé Solo was her own self and she was absolutely terrified.
“I can fix this!” The pilot exclaimed and the sounds of blasters surrounded them. The stormtroopers at the hangar were trying to stop them but the one helping Padmé finally began shooting at them.
She shut her eyes close and tried to focus on the Force around her. She had never been trained to be able to influence it but she hoped that her fear and desperation would somehow save their lives.
“I got it!” The pilot eventually got rid of the cable and the TIE Fighter lef the hangar. “Woah, this thing really moves!”
Padmé straightened her back to see with her own eyes that they were finally in outer space but her smile didn’t last for long. Of course no one would let them escape so easily and the First Order was shooting at them.
“Okay, we gotta take out as many of these cannons as we can or we're not gonna get very far,” the pilot ordered.
“Alright,” the stormtrooper nodded.
“I’m gonna get us in position, just stay sharp.”
Padmé put her hands on the pilot’s seat and squeezed them to keep in balance. She was the only one who didn’t have any seat belts or anything really to protect her from the upcoming turbulence.
“Better put that helmet back on, Princess,” the pilot pointed at the abandoned stormtrooper’s helmet on the floor.
She nodded and put it back on before clinging to his seat once again like her life depended on it… Well, because it actually did.
“Up ahead! Up ahead! You see it? I got us dead center, it’s a clean shot.”
“Okay, got it.”
The stormtrooper blew up the cannons and all three of them began to cheer and scream to celebrate the victory.
“Did you see that?! Did you see that?!”
“I saw it!”
“Good job!” Padmé took her helmet off once again with a wide smile.
“Hey, what’s your name?” the pilot asked the stormtrooper.
“FN–2187!”
“F… What?!”
“That’s the only name they ever gave me.”
The pilot and Padmé looked at each other meaningfully. They weren’t fond of each other – in fact, they were pretty sure they would never end up as friends – but they were both coming from a different world. A world where children had mothers and fathers, normal names and the First Order was something to fight instead of serve.
“Well, I ain’t using it,” the pilot decided. “F–N, huh?”
“Finn,” Padmé proposed.
“Yes, Finn. We’re gonna call you Finn, is that alright?” the pilot asked.
“Finn… Yeah, I like that!” he nodded.
“I’m Poe. Poe Dameron,” the pilot finally introduced himself.
“Good to meet you, Poe.”
“Good to meet you, Finn.”
“Ekhem,” Padmé interrupted them both.
“Well, you don’t need to introduce yourself, do you?” Poe looked up at her.
“Nice to meet you, too, Dameron,” she hissed and then her eyes widened at the sight of the huge blue missiles chasing their TIE Fighter.
“One’s coming towards you!” Poe screamed at Finn. “My right, your left! Do you see it?”
“Hold on…! I see him!”
A few shoots later one of the missiles was gone.
“Nice shot!” Poe exclaimed and proceeded to lower the ship.
“Where are we going?” Finn asked.
“We’re going back to Jakku, that’s where.”
“What?!” Padmé squealed at that.
“We can’t go back to Jakku! We need to get out of this system!” Finn insisted.
“We need to get to the Resistance Base as soon as possible, Dameron!” Padmé joined him.
“I gotta get my droid before the First Order does,” Poe informed them, determined to land on Jakku.
“What, a droid?!” Finn asked.
“I can’t believe that! Your job is to rescue the Princess, not some droid!” Padmé screamed at him.
“So you’re a Princess now, huh?” Poe snorted. “He’s a BB unit, orange and white. One of a kind.”
“Guess who else is one of a kind? I am!” Padmé tried to push him away like she knew how to fly. Dameron pushed her away angrily.
“We gotta get as far away from the First Order as we can!” Finn yelled at them. “We go back to Jakku, we die!”
“That droid has a map that leads straight to Luke Skywalker,” Poe revealed and looked deep into Padmé’s eyes, searching for some sort of understanding.
“I couldn’t care less about Luke…” she started, still holding his arms in order to continue pushing him away.
And that was when the ship got hit.
“Princess,” Padmé was woken up abruptly by the sound of the familiar, irritating voice of Poe Dameron.
She hoped it had been all a bad dream and that she’d wake up on the Millenium Falcon… But no, when she opened her eyes, she saw the Resistance’s pilot face – worried, bruised and bloody.
It was dark and incredibly cold. They were in the middle of Jakku's desert.
“You’re alive,” he sighed with relief.
“My mother would have your head off if I wasn’t,” Padmé sat up and coughed a little. “What happened?”
“The plane crashed but our bodies got thrown out of the cockpit.
“Where’s Finn?”
“I don’t know. I think he stayed inside the ship...”
“And why did we crash, remind me? Oh, because you wanted to save some stupid droid!” Padmé rolled her eyes and stood up to start taking off the parts of the damaged stormtrooper’s armor she had been wearing.
“That armor might be useful,” Poe pointed out.
“Then wear it yourself. It’s going to fit you more than me anyway.”
“Clothes exchange?” he proposed but Padmé looked at him up and down with her lips pressed to a thin line.
“No, I don’t think so,” she abandoned the last piece of the armor on the sand and put her hands on her hips. “So, smartass, do you have a plan to get us out of here?”
“I have one idea, Princess,” he teased ironically and she raised an eyebrow. “You stay out of the way and do what I say.”
“I may not be as brave as my mother, Dameron, but I am as annoying as her. Don’t count on that.”
“Then we’re doomed.”
“I know. I also would like a much more pleasant company to die with but here we are,” Padmé shrugged her arms with a smirk. “And oh, by the way, I have this,” she took out her lightsaber and showed it to him.
“And you know how to use it?” he asked, suspiciously.
“Not really but I do know how to cut a throat with it. It runs in my blood, you see,” she hid the lightsaber back again.
Poe raised his eyebrows and sighed before putting his hands on his hips. He had to keep reminding himself that this annoying, awful woman was Leia’s daughter and his job was to take her back to her mother safely.
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Nice to find another VentureBros fan ! Who are your favorite characters ?
I'm actually gonna rank this as something of a Top 8. Honorable mentions include: Rusty Venture, Dean Venture post Season 4, Shore Leave, The Blue Morpho/Vendata, Hunter Gathers and Professor von Helping.
8: Wide Wale
I think just conceptually the idea of Whale/Shark Kingpin as a major player in a superhero setting is just a very appealing combination to me personally. I'm a sucker for sealife-themed characters, especially if they are shark themed but whales are great too, and Wide Wale's a sealife-themed pastiche of one of my favorite superhero villains with this really great, really distinct voice, and like so many of Venture Bros' best characters, it really doesn't take long before you wind up forgetting what he's meant to be a caricature of and just fully buy the character just as much, if not more, as the thing they're supposed to be making fun of or referencing. I think Wide Wale, even while being a lot more straightforward and simple than so many other characters, is a great example of that. I think even at a really basic level, he's genuinely a cool character and an example of how the show’s approach to it’s characters had matured since the early seasons, and apparently so thought the creators, which is why they didn't kill him off in Season 7.
The episode was born from a single Jaws joke: Wide Wale dying in his pool just like Spielberg's shark. "But when we got around to writing it, we're like, 'Well, we don't want to kill Wide Wale, he's awesome," Hammer said. "But I got it stuck in my head that we had to do a Jaws joke. But instead of doing a Jaws joke, we created a longform love letter to deep-cut Jaws jokes. - Jackson Publick
I like that right from the start he's established as the leading supervillain in NYU, and because this is Venture Bros and there's a lot more supervillains running around than superheroes, to the point it mainly falls to the supervillains to kinda police each other so things don’t get too out of hand, Wide Wale is less the main villain and more this big presence that stuff tends to orbit around, much like The Ventures and The Monarch themselves. I love that he pointedly refuses the seat he’s offered at the highest echelon of villainy, because he’s got business to take care of and because he doesn’t vibe with the idea. I love “This? This isn’t me.” as an explanation for it. I love what it says about him compared to the other villains.
I really like his interactions with other characters like Sheila and his bodyguard Rocco and his daughter, and that he does have a family that ends up humanizing him a lot and even revealing that, keeping with the show's tradition, he is kind of a pathetic fuck-up. All he wanted was to make his brother proud, and despite being really dedicated to his family, he's too blinded and self-centered to notice the ways he ends up smothering them.
Big shot mob boss as a doting yet corny dad to his daughter? Cliche, but cute. Big shot supervillain kingpin who happens to be the younger brother of a one-off gag character, who 100% adores and looks up to his scientist big brother even in their separate ways, to the point that said gag character can show up and pull his ear while he haphazardly tries to hide his gritty mob business from him? It’s pure Venture Bros.
7: Brock Samson
I think it’s kind of a given that, even if Brock isn’t among your favorite VB characters general, he’s definitely most people’s favorite when they start watching the show. Because while it takes for Doc and the boys to really come on their own as characters and The Monarch’s still being ironed out, Brock is a pretty complete character from the get-go. He’s the world’s biggest badass, stuck with the world’s lamest and most self-destructive explorers, a much more dynamic sort than the Ventures who also doesn’t have as much room to grow and change as they do at first. Despite seeming like it, he is not the protagonist, he’s the sidekick holding the whole thing together (a dynamic they would later repurpose for Henchman 21, who grows into a mini-Brock in his own right). By all means, he should be out there saving the world with supermodels hanging onto his biceps, but instead he’s busy slaughtering shmucks in butterfly costumes while babysitting a failed scientist and his idiot sons, and occasionally arguing about the merits of Led Zeppelin with their nanny robot, which goes a long way in helping ground Brock’s over-the-top badassery in just the right amount of indignity so he doesn’t feel out of place in the show and stays more than just a one-note caricature.
Brock carries the show a lot over the first two seasons, which makes his departure and eventual return that much more significant and ends up giving Brock and the show a lot of room to grow, solo and together. The cynical premise behind a lot of what makes Brock funny ends up becoming horrifying as we get more stories from the villain and henchmen point of view and also grows into a series of great dynamics, as Brock The Swedish Murder Machine gives more way to Brock The Murder Dad. A Brock who’s a part of the family, a Brock who Hank looks up to and imitates as an uncle and father and hero, a Brock who’s as great on the lead as he’s in a secondary role. A Brock who’s got friends and partners and enemies and whose interesting life outside of the Ventures actually does feel like a rich inner world for him, a Brock who doesn’t need to carry the show or the Ventures anymore, and ends up growing more as a comfortable presence to the audience, which is a funny word to use for a disemboweling enthusiast who’s single-handedly filled entire graveyards. I know some people miss twitchy-eyed Murder Machine Brock, but I wouldn’t trade Murder Dad Brock for anything, his dynamic with Hank is real special to me.
6: DOCTOR BYROON ORPHEUS *musical sting
The big problem I have with Dr Strange in general is that, despite really loving some of the comics I’ve read of him (particularly Into Shamballa and Triumph and Torment), despite him being conceptually a character I should deeply adore (Vincent Price as the world’s greatest wizard whose niche is combining weird and horrific pulp cosmology with psychedelic superhero visuals), most of the time, Strange as a character bores and annoys me way more often than I’d like him to, especially starting with his 2010s appearences that have modeled him after his teeth-grindingly boring MCU portrayal and made him magic Tony Stark / BBC’s Sherlock. I get that’s like, his deal now, I just find it depressingly basic.
I bring this up because a lot of what I love about Dr Orpheus is that, while he doesn’t have the benefit of starring in his own stories, Orpheus takes everything great and endearing about Dr Strange and cranks it to eleven. His dialogue is completely unmistakable from everyone else’s, even without Stephen Rattazzi’s brilliant voice and that iconic music sting. Dr O gets really, really funny lines despite being ostensibly one of the more serious characters of the show (Do not be too hasty entering that room...I HAD TACO BEEELLLL FOR LUNCH!). Even in episodes where Orpheus only shows up to fix a problem or do a small cameo, he dines on the scenery in a way no other character does, and it’s no small feat in a show full of over-the-top personalities.
I also really like that Orpheus is overall one of the nicest characters of the show. He’s still flawed, he can be pedantic and pathetic and irritable and petty and arrogant, his dedication to his work and know-it-all attitude soured his relationships with his ex-wife and daughter, and he gets dragged for his flaws quite a bit in-universe to the point everyone’s kinda annoyed at him much of the time, but he’s also one of the most unambiguously good characters in-universe, and in a show chock full of some of the worst parents imaginable, it’s definitely nice to have at least one dad who genuinely tries to be the best he can be, even if that involves wiping his daughter’s memories every now and then, and ultimately accepting that his efforts to protect her have only held her back and that she’s really better off doing exactly what he didn’t want for her. I enjoy every scene he’s in and I really enjoy just listening to Orpheus’s dialogue and voice, he’s a very fun character and if nothing else Orpheus is why I wish that Order of the Triad spin-off took off. Even if it sucked, I would gladly watch and listen to Orpheus forever.
5: Dr Girlfriend / Dr Mrs The Monarch / Sheila / Dr Mrs-Whatever-Now
There’s been a lot said about how poorly a lot of jokes made in adult cartoons tend to age, especially those starting in the early 2000s, and likewise a lot of Venture Bros fans who’ve stuck with the show can’t help but admit that the first three seasons have a lot of jokes and moments that have aged poorly (Doc Hammer himself derides the episode “Love Bheits” as homophobic). And on the other hand, Venture Bros has also been praised for it’s willingness to experiment with gender-divergent characters and openly tackle questions about identity and sexuality long before other cartoons picked up the slack, and Dr Girlfriend is one example of that. On any other show, “hot woman with a deep masculine voice” would have been the source of one-off gags and transphobic jokes, jokes that make said woman the target of ridicule. But that’s not what Venture Bros does with Dr Girlfriend:
Dr. Mrs. The Monarch started as a parody of Jackie Kennedy, including her iconic deep, raspy voice that was then elevated (or, in this case, physically lowered) by Doc Hammer for the character. I’ve watched a lot of comedies where trans women or crossdressing cis men are the butt of the joke. It’s kind of my brand to subject myself to such things. So, I can recognize the comedic beats that lead to a punchline or “surprise” reveal of trans characters. In the first three or so seasons of The Venture Bros, it feels like the show is constantly leading up to a similar formula, but that punchline never happens.
The joke of Dr. Mrs. The Monarch is as simple as her having a voice deeper than you’d expect, and you are an asshole for questioning it — just like the cast of jerks in this show’s universe.
Dr. Mrs. The Monarch is my favorite Venture Bros character, one of my favorite women in fiction, and she, no matter what theories people have, is not trans. While the reality of this fictional character is that Dr. Mrs. The Monarch isn’t trans, however, if people think you are trans (or “a man” if you want to subscribe to that small brain energy), then in the court of public opinion…you are. Regardless of the actual circumstances surrounding your identity, you are guilty and it will be used against you.
Dr. Mrs. The Monarch is an example of someone who has risen above and succeeded in spite of that judgement both in The Venture Bros universe and in the evolution of how this show and comedy is written in general. Trans or not, I love that. As this show evolved, the running joke of her gender was phased out entirely and this “masculine” characteristic was just treated as matter of fact. It was just a small part of the most stable, capable, and well rounded character in the entire show.
There is a lot that can be written about gender without sticking to the stringent criteria of trans experiences, because expectations exist in all forms. I came to terms with my insecurities a long time ago and that included my deep voice. Hearing that brassy croon be treated as such a normal thing means more to me than most forms of direct representation ever has - Dr Mrs The Monarch and Being Trans In The Court of Public Opinion, by Harmony M.Colangelo
Even at her earliest appearences, when The Monarch was more of a caricature than ever and the show had yet to really start growing beyond the parody aspect, the consistent joke regarding Dr Girlfriend was that she is this enormously competent genius henchwoman working with pathetic cartoon villains who waste her talents on pointless bickers and capers, and if not that, then frequently ignored and belittled on the basis of her gender. And as the show grew, we got to learn more and more about her relationship with The Monarch and Sheila’s own journey, what is it that drives them to stay together, their separations, their arguments, their roles apart from each other. Dr Girlfriend outgrows her role as The Monarch’s partner and by Season 6, she’s openly acknowledged to be the biggest reason why The Guild’s still running, with all other supervillains in the Guild deferring to her. With the exception of mysteriously supernatural players like Dr Killing and The Master, one could argue that, by the end of the show, Dr Girlfriend is the most powerful character, having finally risen to the position where her skills and talents are not wasted and not without cost, of course, as it’s effectively deprived her of ever getting to meaningfully work with her husband, which was the only real passion she had for this enterprise. Nobody in Venture Bros ever fully gets what they want, after all.
I think there’s an argument to be made that Dr Girlfriend is the most “real” character on the show, in the sense that she lacks the extravagant personalities and gimmicks of the other characters or the life-shattering tragedies that guide much of their conflict, and this in itself makes her an outsider who has to juggle a lot of responsabilities and options to keep things running, who has to play a lot of roles and carry a lot on her back, who sometimes gets bent out of shape and frustrated at the mind-numbing amounts of idiocy she comes across, and who even demonstrates ways in which she herself is not quite above said idiocy. After all, she’s the one ruling said idiocy now.
4: Henchman 21 / Gary
Fucking Gary, man, what an excellent protagonist. There’s plenty of characters that people point to when stating Venture Bros has impressive character development, but one that always stands out is Gary. From one-half of a sidelines comedy duo with Henchman 21, as a geek loser henchman to the geek loser villain, secure in his position as a funny but inconsequential element to this world, Gary gets that safety net brutally ripped away with 21′s explosive death, and instead terraforms himself into a muscular unhinged badass, the Brock Samson of the show’s villain side. And past that, he remains a big time protagonist (even hero) on his own right, concluding in once again becoming the one-half of a comedy duo, but this time one that involves his geek loser boss as the two become partners instead. Gary has been growing and changing with this show from day one, even serving as the show’s recap narrator, his cracked nerd voice never changing even as he becomes more and more impressive. He’s as close to an audience-insert character as it gets, of course he has to be a geek overdosed on pop culture references, but he is more than that.
I love Gary because he’s one of the ONLY characters I’ve ever seen who has a physical and mental transformation whose end result isn’t him acquiring a completely different body type. He didn’t slim up, he didn’t get cut abs, he beefed up and got a weighlifter’s big gut, and the show doesn’t play it as a joke. He’s still pudgy, he’s still got a chubby face, he’s still geek-voiced Gary, and he’s a physical badass almost on par with superhuman demigod Brock Samson. He became this through sheer effort on his end and the help of his friends. He does backflips and spinkicks and fistfights bodybuilders and spits blood dramatically while looking cool and impressive and doing things that society thinks fat people shouldn’t be allowed to do without it being played for irony. I just, you pretty much never see superheroes or superhero-adjacent characters with Gary’s body type without some kind of caveat attached (villain, joke character, fat-based superpower, etc), seeing Gary in action, played like he was, genuinely did mean a lot to me.
He's observant and he's unlucky and he gets made fun of, but he's not cynical, and the show doesn't treat him cynically either, and that's important.
3: Red Death
I don’t think there’s any Venture Bros fan that doesn’t have Red Death on their top favorite characters list, holy shit did that dude arrived to steal the show. Top-notch design, killer concept, perfect voicework by Clancy Brown, most of the best scenes across Seasons 6 and 7 involve this guy in some form. Probably the clearest example you can point to in order to demonstrate how much Venture Bros’s outgrown the parody element of it’s earliest seasons.
I like, everything about this guy. I love how they continuously make efforts to undercut his “retired old champ and nice family man here to help the new kids get their footing” thing by constantly reminding us that he is a bloodthirsty murderer who actively enjoys killing and looks forward to any chances for it, but he’s so damn likeable and charming and cool that we all still default to him first and foremost as the dad in the park who talks Monarch down by showing genuine appreciation for him. I love that this is also followed up on his remarks towards Vendata, how he’s the only character on-screen who ever extended any kind of respect towards him, and how dark this gets later when he brutally murders Blind Rage for being a disrespectful punk. He’s brutally efficient at everything, including compartmentalizing his life and personality to an extent that it doesn’t ring as hypocritical to us when he sits down to give helpful advice to Monarch, and said advice includes him mentioning how he was able to turn his life for the better after slaughtering his arch-nemesis’s entire family with his bare hands. He’s a horrible, horrible villain, and a wonderful dad and mentor and, honestly? Talk about a character who plays perfectly, perfectly into his voice actor’s strengths. Clancy Brown as Red Death is nothing short of magic.
He’s interesting as a Venture Bros character because, as far as we know, he’s completely bereft of the usual petty shortcomings or tragic flaws or pathetic obsessions that define most of them. He is, for all intents and purposes, a genuinely good husband and father devoted to his family, an utmost professional dedicated to the art of villainy and those he respects, and a brutal serial killer with virtually zero hesitations or doubts whatsoever about what he does and likes doing, with a hideous past we know only the barest glimpses of. He coins the term Gentleman Villain because he too, is as perfect an embodiment of those terms as it gets in this world, and he’s fascinating because of it. He works brilliantly at surface-level and whatever little we know about his connection to the historical underbelly of this world is all the more fascinating. He is a wonderful take on a modern version of a Gentleman Villain and everything noble and horrible that this implies. I resent not getting another season or several with this guy.
2: Hank Venture
Probably the character I’ve always found most relatable in the show even before I discovered that, oh yeah, I do have ADHD too, it was a given I was gonna relate to the hyperactive Venture kid known for jumping off the roof in a Batman costume (I mean, my window had bars, and I still swear that I wasn‘t actually gonna jump and my family totally misread what was really just me trying to get on the gargoyle brooding action). As much as I like Gary, Hank is the one that comes to mind when I think of impressive character development in Venture Bros. Hank is interesting because in many ways he just doesn’t change, nowhere near as much as Dean does, Dean’s the one who's matured and is trying to leave all this nonsense behind while Hank’s still actively pursuing the dream of being a boy adventurer. Hank still talks in weird stilted speech, he’s deeply ignorant of a lot of basic things, he still almost gets himself killed pursuing flights of fancy. To say that he has a hard time telling fantasy from reality implies that this is something Hank struggles with, when it’s more accurate to say he just doesn’t care that much about said distinction, and the consequences of his abysmal upbringing, reckless antics, and undiagnosed ADHD as of Season 7, do catch up to him.
But the thing is, all of this is also part of what makes Hank the only character in the show who occasionally gets to thrive. As the seasons passed, he came to display a lot of genuinely inspired moments of competence and skill, not to mention bravery. Hank perseveres so strongly in his stupidity and headstrongness that he’s the only one who’s able to meet the dumb, violent and deluded world of Venture Bros on it’s own terms and come out on top. He’s unique in that he doesn’t outsmart the madness, he out-dumbs the madness. His victories and adventures tend to be more enjoyable to watch than Dean’s or Doc’s or the others as a result (I suspect the creators agree, given Hank is the kind of character that lets them get away with whatever dumb ideas they feel like experimenting with). He’s got a real Lupin III charm to him mixed with a carefree hyperimagination that calls to mind much of what I enjoy about Calvin and Hobbes. He’s a perfect protagonist.
In a world so fraught with failures and miseries and bitterness, and coming off a background just as deeply unfortunate as everyone else’s, Hank perseveres, growing into a genuinely cool kid. He’s made for this life in a way that Doc and Dean never were, and in the absence of a father who cared for him, Hank found role models in Brock and Batman and others, and emulated those until he could be himself the kind of person he’d always wanted to be, an insane hero for an insane world to such an extent that they kind of end up canceling each other out.
I just, I just hope he’s okay, please, please give us the movie already goddamnit
1: THE MONARCH
The perfect Never-Was to Rusty Venture’s Has-Been, pretty much the main reason I stuck with the show for so long even before it got really good, I think The Monarch is just an idea I always, always wanted to see explored in fiction, which is that deeper exploration of a Dick Dastardly-esque type of villain, what does their life look like and so forth. You might be able to tell, given also that my most popular post in this site is about them (and the protagonist of my current project is meant to be that kind of character), that this is an archetype very close to my heart. In truth, Monarch had me won pretty instantly when I first got into Venture Bros as a kid (...in hindsight a pretty terrible era to get into Venture Bros), given all the similarities between him and Waluigi (at the time my favorite character in general). Here’s a character functionally identical to Waluigi, except allowed to actually play a big role in his franchise and have stories told about him and his funny antics and his petty, dastardly dreams and his ridiculous grudge against a nobody hero who couldn’t care less about him. It was like catnip to me at the time.
Monarch carried the show pretty hard in the early seasons along with Brock, as a perfect foil to the hapless and pathetic ventures: An even more hapless and pathetic villain, a dumb goober plucked straight out of a shoddily-made 60s superhero cartoon, all sneers and cackles and nasally-voiced threats of conquest. The kind of parody villain that’s dated even by their time, let alone the modern times the story takes place, the kind of guy that only really gets brought up to get his ass kicked and pushed aside by the real villains (the inclusion of Baron Underbheit in the S1 intro even helps cement the idea that Monarch’s not supposed to be the real villain). A failure in a show about failures, right?
But, see, the thing about Venture Bros is that it isn’t really a show about failure, or at least, just about failure. Even the creators pushed back against this notion back in 2013
Publick: I think you and I are both sick of every interview mentioning the “It’s a show about failure” from five years ago. I don’t think we made a conscious effort to fight that or anything, but every year, we push what we do as writers a little more. An area we hadn’t gone into very much was positivity. I mean, all our victories are still satiric, but there are definitely places where we said, “I want to see these guys do something. I don’t want to just have everything fall on its face all the time.
I don’t think Venture Bros is about failure, as much as it is about “what comes next”, following either failure or victory. It’s a show that’s big on exploring consequences and fallout, part of why every season took so long to air, a show that doesn’t just have the characters fail and that’s that, or has the characters exist in a fixed state as winners or losers, but instead as people who have to carry on living with the accumulating shit that gets thrown at them. What does it take, for these people to carry on, or even succeed. And this is where I think The Monarch’s continued role as protagonist comes into play, because everything about him is in service of that next step, from day one he’s been the character who’s pushed this show forward into the future, opposite the Ventures and Brock who are either trapped in the past or complacent in the present. He’s introduced to us in a mold we all understand from childhood: he’s a dastardly supervillain with a dumb gimmick and enough resources to pester the heroes on a weekly basis, but never enough competence to actually win over them. Okay, and then what? Well, that’s where the ensuing 7 seasons come in.
What happens when he gets what he wants? Does he even know what do with it? What is the source of his immortal hatred? Is there even one? If there isn’t, what else do we know that motivates him? What’s his relation with his henchmen? His partner in crime? His wife? His wife turned partner in crime? What do his enemies look like? What does the rest of the supervillain community think of him? Does he have beef with other heroes? Does he even want to fight other heroes? Just how competent is he outside of that saturday morning cartoon mold where he’s perpetually doomed to fail? If he is, what’s stopping him? How low is he willing to go morally? What disgusts him? What happens when he has to play the hero? And from The Monarch all these rich worldbuilding questions expanded that soon blossomed into many if not most of the best parts of Venture Bros’s worldbuilding.
The show’s not preocuppied with explaining “why” there is a Monarch in practical or psychological real-world terms, so much as it’s interested in the “how” does a character like Monarch function, what does it take for The Monarch to be, and it’s through taking this archetype seriously and exploring him and the world around him that the character grows into a complex and interesting protagonist while remaining, fundamentally, the same saturday-morning-cartoon villain with an inexplicable grudge that he always was. The Monarch was gonna be my favorite from the start anyway but it was his continued presence that really impressed me for the long haul. Not even the only character to experience this, but my favorite to do so.
#replies tag#venture bros#adult swim#hank venture#brock samson#the monarch#dr girlfriend#red death#henchman 21#sitting here chewing my fingers off waiting for that movie#it's nothing but it's something at least
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Top 5 Worst Days for Turlough
Okay maybe I'm as bored as I implied in the last post but this isn't a top five you're gonna find anywhere else.
Basically, here are five stories where very bad things happen to Turlough from least bad to most bad. Obviously, these are my perceptions and other people might not be put this in the same order. Also, I haven't seen everything, so I might miss something big and just not know.
Also, this turned out really fucking long because I just had to rant about number 1.
Number 5: Loups-Garoux (Big Finish Audio from 2001, written by Marc Platt)
I'm only putting this one at the bottom because Loups-Garoux is mostly a comedic story and Turlough seems to recover fine. He sees a vision of his dark side so terrifying he jumps out of a moving train and gets eaten by a werewolf, who spits him out because he has silver on him. Unlike in many of these examples, the Doctor seems a bit upset about this. But, this almost feels like business as usual.
Number 4: Trap for Fools (Big Finish Short Trip from 2018, written by Stephen Fewell)
Okay, this one might be a bit of a me thing. I can get a bit overly sensitive about the subject of mean teachers. In order to find and defeat the Monster of the Week, the Doctor has Turlough go undercover as a student at Space Brendon, basically. The Doctor seems completely oblivious to Turlough's misery and doesn't do much to help him through reliving experiences he was willing to kill to escape. This is another one that's mostly played for laughs, with most of the Horrors Turlough faces being mild bullying and a teacher pronouncing his name wrong on purpose to be a dick, but Turlough is actually intimidated by the mean teacher and mentally categorizes the other students by how much of a threat they might be and is just generally miserable the entire time.
Really, there's one bit that made me decide that this belonged on the list because it's really sad:
Someone please hug him.
Number 3: The Velvet Dark (Short Trip: Farewells from 2006, written by Stewart Sheargold)
The Master shoots Turlough with the TCE, making the Doctor think he'd just casually murdered him, only to reveal that he shrunk Turlough without killing him to make him a more manageable hostage. The Master places him in a box and shakes the box around when the Doctor hesitates in cooperating with him.
This story starts with the Master faking his death and the Doctor, Tegan, and Turlough attending his funeral. Tegan doesn't get why the Doctor is sad that the guy who killed her aunt is dead now. Turlough also doesn't get it, but he doesn't have as much of a personal reason to hate the Master, so he tries to be patient and Tegan seems kind of jealous that the Doctor listens to him more than her.
After being returned to his proper size, Turlough hates the Master just as much as Tegan does. The Doctor, apparently unable to truly hate the Master, kind of treats them both like the bad guys in this.
Number 2: Frontios (TV Serial from 1984, written by Christopher H. Bidmead)
An actual TV story! Tractators. Trion, at some point in the planet's history, was attacked by this story's Monster of the Week and now all Trions, regardless of when they were born, remember the Tractators on some level. It's never explained how this actually works, but Turlough personally had probably never heard of the Tractators until he saw a tunnel and a massacre just showed up in his brain. The Doctor awkwardly hands him off to the one-shots to go explore the tunnels, not knowing what to do about all this emotional stuff.
You'll notice that the Doctor's response to whatever happens to Turlough is a major factor in how I rank these.
Anyway...
Number 1: The King of Terror (Past Doctor Adventure novel from 2000, written by Keith Topping)
It isn't even close. The novels of the Wilderness Years (1990-2004) were aimed at an adult audience and there were very few limits on what sort of situations the Doctor and his companions could end up in. So, sometimes, shit got dark. I usually tend to find these morbidly funny, because saying things like "The Doctor and Dodo meet the Marquis de Sade" and "Doctor Who's Cannibal Holocaust" is fun. It just is. Shut up.
These books vary in quality. Some actually do interesting things with their darker subject matter while others are just sort of edgy for the sake of it. The King of Terror is in the latter category and is annoying as hell about it. I could go into way more detail about every stupid thing that happens in this book, but the Turlough stuff is the most interesting stupid thing, because of how fucked up it is.
So, Turlough, feeling a bit OOC on a trip to Los Angeles in 1999, goes to a bar, gets completely wasted, and chats up local girls trying to get laid. Then one woman stands out as hypnotically sexy, introduces herself as Eva, and invites Turlough back to her place to have sex. Turlough is too drunk to notice that this is moving a bit fast.
Anyway, Eva is actually a member of an alien species called the Jex who are trying to take over the world. They want to terraform Earth to be more like their homeworld, which has a hotter, thicker atmosphere, but their human slaves wouldn't be able to do hard labor in those conditions, so they want to genetically modify the humans to have higher heat resistance, among other things. There's something wrong with Jex DNA, so they need the DNA of some other alien with higher heat resistance.
The CIA, wanting to see where this is all going, tipped the Jex off that some aliens had just showed up in LA and Eva went out to kidnap one. Turlough then spends like half the book being experimented on to both confirm that he's an alien and that he's the right type of alien.
It's a lot of torture. I'm not even going to say any of what happens. Here's one screenshot of Turlough reflecting on all the torture happening to him that is vague but sums up why I'm not going to elaborate:
(Note: There actually is a reference to something specific in here and I apologize in advance)
Meanwhile, the Doctor and Tegan find out that Turlough's missing. Tegan seems to think that they should do something about this, while the Doctor comments jokingly on how often Turlough gets captured. He eventually gives Tegan the day off to take her mind of things, leading to a really stupid romance subplot, while he does absolutely nothing to find Turlough.
Turlough eventually very brutally murders Eva in an understandable lapse of sanity and escapes. The Doctor isn't even there when he gets back and they reunite "offscreen". From that point on, the whole subplot is basically dropped. The Doctor asks Turlough if he's okay, he lies and says he is, the Doctor knows it's a lie, but he's glad for a chance to act like it never happened.
So, it really sucks to be Turlough and I'm now exhausted.
#vislor turlough#stories to base your whump and h/c fics around#loups garoux#trap for fools#the velvet dark#frontios#the king of terror#a lot of very bad things happen to turlough#i don't even know what to tw this for#or if I need to#so sorry i guess
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Rick and Morty: The Ricks Must Be Crazy ("Battery World")
Since I've started the challenge some time into January, I wanted to start with something breezy. A quick read.
The Ricks Must Be Crazy (a title referencing the movie The Gods Must Be Crazy) was originally called "Battery World" and is 42 pages long. I picked this particular episode of RaM mostly just because I remembered it as one of the really good ones. And it's in the second season, which I think can be considered the only season loved by basically everyone who gave this show a shot.
Unfortunately, I didn't remember just how fucked up this episode actually was.
A brief sidenote about formatting: Mr. Guterman (and the show in general, if I'm not mistaken) does something I haven't really seen all that much when reading scripts - bold letters instead of capitalisation for emphasis. I'm used to "Summer SCREAMS" not "Summer screams" but that's probably just a personal preference.
So, let's start with the B storyline - "Keep Summer Safe" - where Rick's car has to protect Summer. I have to admit, I was kinda horrified by some of the stuff here. Because the whole storyline... Isn't really funny. It's extremely bleak, actually. Imagine this outside of the context of Rick and Morty. There aren't even that many jokes here, it tries to get by just on the absurd escalation of events here.
That's not say that it's bad. It's an engaging bit of high-concept sci-fi drama that fits well inside the episode. It just really isn't funny. Just brutal. At least to me, on the paper.
Now, let's move on to the A storyline - "Into the Microverse" - which is why this episode is really good.
I love this so much. It's not just an exploration of a cool sci-fi concept. It's also an exploration of Rick at his worst. He's a hypocrite. He's a narcissistic asshole. His car is powered by slavery.
For me, probably the most fucked up moment for Rick comes here:
This comes RIGHT AFTER an exchange where Rick and Zeep bond. They both realize how alike they are. They have a connection. They are VERY similar and both of them realize it now.
They could be soulmates... If one of them technically wasn't the other one's slave. So, Zeep betrays Rick at the first opportunity he gets. And how does Rick react, knowing that this guy likely thinks a lot like him? Like this. Rick presumes with absolute certainty that Zeep will destroy his live's work and commit a genocide just the get rid of Rick (i.e. kill god).
And when they get out? Rick is the one who actually does it. He destroys the miniverse. After all, that's why he came to the microverse in the first place. To "fix the battery".
You're right Zeep, he is a monster. I mean, you're probably too... But still. Rick is an absolute monster. And for all of this episode's focus on Rick's hypocrisy, this "casual genocide" isn't brought up very often.
Not a complaint, necessarily. This episode already juggles a lot, it doesn't really have time to dwell on this. Still, I forgot about that and now it's very difficult to think about anything else. Because for Rick, this is the moment of triumph. Not yet, technically, but he fixes his car here.
And it all leads to this...
But again, it's not JUST that the episode completely reveals Rick as the awful person he is. It's that it works in tandem with the miniverse/microverse idea which makes it such a good episode. Because the miniverse/microverse stuff is genuinely clever AND genuinely funny.
"small thing HUGE" and "BIG THING small" is a great trope in sci-fi comedy (see Men in Black), but The Ricks Must Be Crazy (or "Battery World") pulls off a nice twist on that with the matryoshka universes. That just works extremely well, imo.
So yeah, while I really didn't enjoy reading the stuff with Summer here (again, it's not bad, just... really bleak), this is an extremely good script and still one of the best things this show has ever done. (Admittedly, I'm not caught up - as of writing this, I still haven't seen seasons 6 and 7.)
My favourite RaM episode is still Never Ricking Morty, though.
(love this gif to bits, btw)
Also, I should probably mention that this is an American TV show and therefore has been written by a writer's room. Dan Gutterman is responsible for a chunk of the outlining and definitely at least some of the drafts but the story itself has been created by a group of people (lead by Dan Harmon) and the script has likely been revised to death (probably by Dan Harmon).
Aaaand... that's the end of my first proper Script Reading Challenge post. Yey! Don't worry, not all of them will be this long. I just wanted to talk about this specific script in a bit more detail.
My personal takeaway as a writer from this script is this: "We are not so different, you and I" is basically a meme. However, there's power in not just talking about it but showing it. Doing it for real. A character #2 existing to reveal who character #1 REALLY is. Through their similarity. That's good stuff.
#rick and morty#SRC2024#reading challenge#writeblr#screenwriting#scriptwriting#script#screenplay#dan harmon#dfpost
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To continue where we left off…bendy just got shot out of the van and sent flying right out of the side of the van last thing he saw was someone with a cup for a head with water hair.
The scene fades in bendy is still a bit crispy from getting exploded but in the distance, Flowey can be seen looking distraught and freaked he was the one who flipped the van but he wasn't attempting to flip it so badly. Flowey's vines wrap around Bendy’s wrist and waist pulling him to Flowey Bendy is still unconscious of the impact of the blast Flowey wants to get away from the location where the impact happened because he knows something that we don't know, people are moving toward them he quickly moves him and bendy into the forest when they are far enough away they hide behind some trees catching a breather. As they were catching a breather a creature came into being right in front of Flowey and Bendy it was short and wearing sunglasses and a short bowtie it smiled at Bendy and Flowey this was “Anon” a being that travels different universes, it just raises a question of different types of people it meets and when it comes to exploring this universe it explains how it wants to ask questions at random durations of time and it doesn't have to be just them even other people Flowey is the only one present in front of Anon, Flowey is shaken up about almost killing his new friend and is confused but in the corner of his eye he sees Bendy healing his burn marks slowly Bendy is absorbing his blood to heal himself even his hair is growing back to its normal length most of his burns are already gone he slowly regains his conscious he just stared blankly at Anon “w-who are you..?” Flowey cuts him off with a squeeze hug but then out of nowhere a green blade is shot at them bendy quickly Dodges accidentally kicking flowey away so he also Dodge but unlike Bendy who does not have a scratch on him one of flowey’s petals is cut into two. Everyone is on the ground looking up at the person who shot at them and it's that person with the cup for a head with water hair…
The bullet flies past them hits a tree and cuts it in half the tall oak wood tree starts tumbling down on them “On shit” everyone scatters they start running away from the tree bendy has to grab flowey before also running “What the hell is your problem?!” yelled Bendy as he ran away “Oh shut up I was being cautious I saw you go throw your own blood and come back on the other side of a wall! You're a demon aren't you?!” yelled back the cup person. run back to the road, unfortunately, running into the local police everyone panicked and ran to one of the officers' cars and jumped in a rough sheriff truck they pressed hard right on the petal and sped off onto the highway as the other policemen chased after them one was panicking the cup person reveals himself “ok look my name is Cuphead and ever since I got here people have been trying to get me” said the nervous cuphead as he drives away from the cops. As they're driving away the cops quickly catch up, Cuphead seeing this grunts “damn it there on our tail ok ok ok… flower take the wheel” as cuphead says that he gets out of the driver's seat and gets in the back “u-uh ok?!” said flowey before quickly going into the driver's seat and trying to drive Bendy is getting worked up and got shot at by Cuphead he's the reason we’re in this mess “Oh great what are you doing now huh?” asked Bendy. “Shut up and let me work,” Cup makes 5 playing cards appear and then slaps them crushing them in his hands but then slowly Cuphead’s head starts twitching he leads his head down aiming at the other cops then his head starts rapidly spinning and a big blue beam is shot out hitting the other vehicle’s that we’re chasing them while also boosting their speed.
As they fly away the beam shoots very hard blasting them into the air “DUDE DUDE DUDE DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!? YOU CAN SHOOT BEAMS?! THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!” said the freakout bendy. The boost is short tho they all panic bendy I looking out the window freaking the hell out while Anon is looking out the window as well flowey he's crying as they slowly head back down on the ground the car drives headfirst into it.
Every is flown as the impact of the blast makes them fall luckily no one is killed or even hurt after a few minutes of relaxing their nerves they get out and look around. “Ok, now where the hell are we?! huh!? Where in the middle of a damn city!” yelled Bendy in a not-so-friendly tone. “OK look we lived, right? Now all we need to do is find shelter..not hard right?” asked flowey. “Easy for you to say this cup bitch’s head is too big we’ll get caught efficiently!” said Bendy. “Ok, I don't need that disrespect I just saved us!” said Cuphead. “Yeah and at the same time, you almost got us killed 2 TIMES!!” said Bendy. “ENOUGH!!” Everyone shuts up at flowey’s yell “I may be tiny but I can tell everyone is freaked and stressed we need to go because it’s clear you both were caught by ‘The Inside’ and I know they work they try the hardest to find the captured” bendy looks at flowey shocked. “The inside..? Who are they?” asked Bendy but Cuphead cuts in “The Inside is an organization that captures creatures that we're sent to this dimension... Umm so let me clarify a whole year ago on a random day the planet just started shaking rumours spread around that the planet was gonna explode but then out of nowhere two massive portals appeared one in Paris and one in the North Pacific Ocean and these creatures and monster these beings busted out of these portals everyone thought it was an invasion but no the creatures were shocked and scared everyone panicked they ran some fought in self-defence but it wasn't just their over the year some portals started appearing all over the world the governments couldn't handle these new beings coming so all of them funded into an organization to help them the Inside organization and they started to round up all these creatures they used clever robots and mechanical properties to capture them but that's all I know they're extremely secretary about this the captured are taken and never seen again..” explained clubhead in perfect detail. Bendy and flowey can only sit in silence before flowey asks a question “b-but how do you know all of this?” “what do you mean? I read the article about this I used a TV machine (laptop) to find out but of course, you don't know Flowey I bet you just hid didn't you?” said Cuphead. Flowey looks down in defeat bendy looks scared “So.. you’re telling me… is when I was in that can I was getting taken away?” asked Bendy. “Mhm..I was in that Van as well but like the flower said we’re probably getting hunted so we got to go..” said Cuphead.
Both flowey and Bendy agreed they carefully went through alleyways hiding from sight as they made their way across the city both Bendy and Cuphead were the most cautious about where they were going before stumbling into an abandoned studio they sighed with relief knowing they had a safe place to stay.
#multi-mess#bendy and the ink machine#multi-mess-story#cuphead dont deal with the devil#undertale#coming back#bendy au#cuphead au#undertale au
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Movie Review | Demonoid (Zacarias, 1981)
The fact is, people going into an R-rated ‘80s horror movie can expect two things with reasonable certainty: blood and gore, and T&A. Okay, that was four things. Violence and sex. That’s two things. Unless you’re keeping a running count, in which it’s six. But those are things that the opening scene of Demonoid delivers. We see a bunch of people in yellow hooded robes fighting each other. (The costumes look like if the KKK had a mishap on laundry day.) Turns out one of them is a lady, so the other two tear her robe open to reveal her breasts, and then lop off her hand and put it in a fancy hand-shaped box. (It’s not clear why they tore her robe open if they were just gonna lop off her hand, but whatever, I’m not complaining.) Now, I hope you got your fill of violence and sex with that one scene, because those are two things the movie never delivers on again. Okay, there’s a bit of blood here and there, but nowhere in the quantities the opening scene might have primed you for. As you can guess from the description, that opening scene is metal as fuck. The flashes of (presumably) the titular demonoid, seen in silhouette against a foggy background that the movie throws in during choice moments? Pretty metal too. The rest of the movie? About as metal as, I dunno, Air Supply? Seals and Crofts? Not very, is what I’m saying.
Now, after that opening scene, we flash forward to present day, when a husband and wife explorer team find that hand-shaped box in a mine and foolishly unleash its reign of terror into the world. The husband is played by Roy Jenson, who looks like he could play Jess Franco in a TV biopic, likely one without any nudity, so we’d get lots of scenes of him adjusting his zoom lens and maybe a few where he hugs the Lina Romay lookalike they hired. The wife is played by Samantha Eggar, who most will recognize as the stand-in for David Cronenberg’s crazy ex-wife in The Brood. Here she is not so crazy, but is certainly a welcome presence as she brings a certain level of class and poise to a movie about a killer hand. She’s also a welcome presence because she has nice marble-shaped eyes which come in handy during her many reaction shots, and sports terrific hats in a couple of scenes. Jenson doesn’t stick around too long in the movie (although not before he runs into Haji of Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill! fame), so Eggar enlists the help of a priest played by Stuart Whitman, who brings an off-brand Father Karras energy to the role. (I know of Whitman because of his role in Guyana: Cult of the Damned, a movie I haven’t seen but is cited as the premier dictatorsploitation movie in Bill Landis’ Sleazoid Express. The only movie in the genre I’ve seen is Amin: The Rise and Fall, which is very boring but has a convincing Idi Amin in Joseph Olita. The most memorable scene has him boasting of his romantic prowess. "Let me tell you, I'm the world's greatest lover. They all want Amin! Right, baby?") It’s mentioned that the hand is trying to make it’s way to Eggar, but the decisions it makes don’t line up too clearly with that objective.
As I mentioned earlier, this is a movie about a killer hand, or rather, a series of killer hands as the spirit of the hand jumps from one host to the next. What this means is that we get a lot of hand-centric scenes of horror, like characters tearing off their hands with a car door or demanding emergency surgery at gunpoint to have their hand sliced off. (I assume the latter scene takes place at a clinic that specializes in hand surgery.) A lot of this is directed with the lowest energy imaginable, giving such scenes an amusing deadpan quality. There is however a car chase that the movie commits wholeheartedly to, blaring dramatic chase music (the wah wah pedal gets plenty of use), and the climax, set in a church with the lights turned down and a bit of a breeze coming in, is not without atmosphere. And it must be said that the hand effects look nicer than one might expect.
Listen, this is eighty minutes long and available in a nice transfer on Tubi. If you can get on its low wattage wavelength, you won’t miss those eighty minutes.
Thanks to @thedrillerkiller for the recommendation!
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#and you can't have red room smut without at least mentioning that it's fucked up that one of the partners doesn't have a name
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
That feeling when your smutty one-shot grows angsty and sprouts a second chapter.
10 notes - Posted November 25, 2022
#4
Chapters: 7/7
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Pining, still not over the damn pining, Idiots in Love, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Not Captain America: Civil War (Movie) Compliant, Angst with a Happy Ending, (sorry about the angst i didn't plan on it), Crack, or as close to it as I'll ever come, Shameless Smut, Cunnilingus, 'Cos we all know that Bucky's favorite meal is Natasha
Summary:
“If soulmarks are so stupid, why are you always touching yours?” Steve said.
Bucky only caught the flicker of something that looked a lot like fear on Natalia’s face. Then her features hardened, and she pulled her left sleeve up, revealing a scar that had faded since the last time he'd seen it. A line of silver that stretched from above her wrist to a few inches below the inside of her elbow. The skin around it was pale and unblemished, a far cry from the scratched-up mess it had been when—when they’d been more than just friends.
“I don’t have a mark anymore. They removed it in the Red Room.” Her voice was like glass, clear, brittle, and sharp enough to draw blood.
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An exploration of the bond between soulmates. Or, you know, the soulmate trope used as an excuse for yet another pining fic. This one with extra pining.
11 notes - Posted June 19, 2022
#3
Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel 616
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Red Room (Marvel), Light Angst, Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fluff and Smut
Summary:
Her eyes were wide and alert as she stared up at him. Fear warring with determination and hunger. Her lovely features shifted as each emotion fought for dominance. He should order her to leave. Tell her that she shouldn’t risk her future by coming here. He didn’t. He couldn’t get a word out when Natalia looked at him like that. His own bottomless hunger wouldn’t allow it.
The Soldier took a step back. Not in retreat, as an invitation.
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Bucky and Natasha meet in the Red Room and again after when they are free of it. Or me working through my recurring writer's block by writing smut, angst, and fluff instead of plot.
20 notes - Posted November 28, 2022
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Wow, spellcheck. Way to try to kill the mood...
25 notes - Posted June 12, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
BuckyNat! Liho! Alpine!
I need to read this. Like now
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I don't know how Chunsoft does it but everytime the Hero in a PMD game realizes they have to be separated from Partner, it's been heartbreaking and/or shocking to me
#I played/watched the games in order so#In RT I was shocked but especially sad to know I have to leave Partner#the reveal in Explorers killed me in one shot and fucked me up the most#Gates Hero promising to stay with Partner was just sad because at this point I knew what was coming#Super was just a dickmove making the hero go 'no I want to find a way to stay' and then pulling that fucking ending#PMD
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A Beautiful Riff - Jake Kiszka, Part 2
Jake and Sam Kiszka X Reader
A/N: First of all… I had to take breaks, because I kept getting hot while writing this lol. I wasn’t originally gonna do a part two, but I had this idea and had to write it out. I’ve never seen anything like this, soo yeah haha. I’m so sorry if the ending seems rushed! We are expecting severe weather tonight where I live (gotta love the south) and I wanted to get this out for y’all, before the chaos ensues.
And again, I do my best to check for errors in my stories, but I do miss them sometimes. Part ONE || Part THREE
Anyways! Enjoy, gresties!
WARNINGS: 18+ minors DNI! This story does involve Sam just a little bit, but NOT really in a threesome way. mentions of guitar!kink, bass!kink?
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“She… what?” Sam asked in disbelief. “She rode your guitar…?”
“Yep. I caught her doing it..” Jake mused. Sam’s cheeks tinted pink at the thought of his brothers girlfriend- his best friend, getting off on a guitar. “Don’t kill me… But that’s hot.” Sam spoke honestly.
Jake nudged his brother, but laughing lightly at the confession.
“She’s mine, Sam, watch it.” Jake warned, only half playfully.
“Well, you’re the one who decided to tell your little brother about my best friends secret kinks.” Sam pointed, in seriousness. “Anyone on this planet would find that hot.”
“That’s fair.” Jake sighed, smiling softly as the flashbacks replayed in his head for the millionth time.
“You know… I’ve always wanted to know if a girl could get off by sitting on an amp…. a bass amp.” Sam wondered aloud.
Jake looked over at his brother in shock.
“How the fuck did you even think of that?” Jake questioned.
“Come on, Jake. Bass amps vibrate like crazy… Think about it.” Sam pointed out, as if it was the most obvious thing.
“You really think it would be enough to be pleasurable though?” Jake asked, still not fully believing.
Sam smirked to himself, patting his brother on the shoulder. “Only one way to find out.” He stood up, turning to walk back into their hotel room.
Jake stood up abruptly, cutting him off. “Oh no, you are NOT using my girlfriend for your little kinky experiment.” Jake said firmly, standing in the way of the door.
“Who said I was going to? You know how to play the bass.” Sam reminded, hinting that Jake could play it instead.
Jake eyed him for a moment, thinking the idea over.
“Fine.” Jake sighed. “But how are we gonna explain this shit to Y/N?” Jake glanced inside the sliding doors, eyes landing on you.
“I don’t know… I didn’t think I’d ever try this so…” Sam paused. “Let’s just explain it to her together?” Sam offered up as a solution.
“Don’t you think that’s a little weird?” Jake raised his eyebrows at him.
“It’s not like I’m the one doing it, Jake. I’m just lending the bass and amp.. And maybe watching.” He half joked, earning a smack to the back of his head.
“Absolutely not, Y/N is my girlfriend.” Jake shot.
“She was my best friend first.” Sam argued back without missing a beat.
“Fine… But we will never EVER speak of it again afterwards. Got it?” Jake shot him a stern look over his shoulder, turning to go back inside.
“Deal.”
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You were laying comfortably in your bed, wondering what was keeping Sam and Jake on the balcony for so long.
You were all back in Michigan, preparing for the second show of their tour. You wished you could get out and explore Grand Rapids with Jake, but due to limited time, you knew that wouldn’t happen.
You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of the sliding glass door. revealing a mischievous looking Jake… And Sam.
“What are you two getting into?” You asked cautiously.
“Well… We kinda had an idea.” Sam started off. “Babe, I was thinking… Since you’re bold enough to well.. ride my guitar-“
“Jake!” You screeched, cutting him off abruptly.
“Wait, wait! Let him finish.” Sam cut in. You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring between the two of them. “Go on.”
“Like I was saying… Since you’re bold enough to do that, I was hoping you could help me test a theory for Sam.” He finished explaining.
His eyes flickered over to Sam, who now was wearing a sly smile.
“What kind of theory?” You pried.
“I always thought it might be pleasurable for a girl to sit on my amp while I- or in this case, Jake- plays it. You know, because of the high vibrations.” Your jaw dropped in utter shock. “We were hoping you would try it. Only if you want to of course.” Sam added. You could feel heat begin to rush through your body at the idea.
“Babe, all you have to do is just sit on the amp and… see if it makes you feel good?” Jake still seemed skeptical, unsure if the vibrations would actually be enough.
“Since when do you play the bass, Jake?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“Typically if you can play the guitar well, you can play the bass, too. Sometimes. At least in our case, we can both switch around.” Jake said, gesturing between himself and Sam.
You only nodded, getting lost in your thoughts.
“So what do you think?” Sam broke you away from your trance.
“Let me get this straight… You think the vibrations from your amp, are enough to make a girl orgasm? And you want ME to see if it would really work?” You blushed crimson as the words left your lips.
“Exactly.” Sam grinned wildly.
“Alright…” You sighed. “I’ll try it… Only because Jake is playing.”
Sam pumped the air like an excited child.
“Wait, when are we even supposed to do this? We only have a few hours until soundcheck.” Jake asked, pointing out their lack of free time.
Sam thought it over for a moment, glancing at he clock on the bedside table.
“If we leave soon, we can beat everyone else to the venue…” You shook your head vigorously.
“Absolutely not. What if someone walks in?!” You exclaimed.
“It’s only 12 o’clock! If we’re there by 1, no one’s gonna need the stage that early. I promise!” Sam assured you. “Jake?” You looked over to your boyfriend, who simply shrugged.
“He’s kinda right.” Jake agreed.
“This is insane…” You mumbled under your breath.
“Right!” Sam clapped his hands together. “I’m gonna go get ready.” He said, making his way to the door.
“Wear a dress, Y/N!” He called back into the room. You waited until the door closed to speak.
“Why a dress?” You asked, causing Jake to giggle to himself at your moment of innocence.
“Because then there’s no extra clothing to block the feeling.” Jake chuckled.
“Right…”
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The walk inside the venue made you feel sick. You felt as if it were you going out on that stage to perform tonight.
In a way, you kind of were giving a little show… But just for two people, instead of five thousand.
You could hear the faint sounds of the Built By Nations bass line, signaling that Sam was already there. You stomach erupted with nerves and you stopped dead in your tracks.
“Jake…” The tug at his hand, let him know you had stopped walking.
“What’s wrong, baby?” A concerned expression washed over his face.
“Nothing, I- I’m just nervous.” You managed to say.
Jake pulled you into his chest with a soft laugh. “You weren’t nervous when you rode my guitar.” He jested and you smacked at his chest.
“You weren’t watching me!” You defended.
“I did, too! You kept going when I told you to.” He smirked, pressing a light kiss to you forehead comfortingly.
“I can always tell Sam he can’t watch… but I bet it would spur you on even more if he did, wouldn’t it?” He asked lowly. You let out a shaky breath into his chest, your little bud of nerves throbbing at the mental picture of them both watching you.
“It’s okay if you want that.” Jake reassured. “It’s just for today.”
“Let him stay.” You breathed. Jake only nodded, taking your hand back in his and pulling you towards the entrance of the stage. You couldn’t deny Sam was attractive. Though you’d never dream of leaving Jake for him, the vision of both of them watching you made wetness begin to pool between your legs.
You both began walking again, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you. You were trying your best to keep your racing mind at ease.
“Finally. You guys take forever.” Sam complained.
“Now, Jake, everything is tuned up and ready to go. I’ve got the amp set on the volume I use during….” Sam’s voice faded out as you zoned out, barely playing attention to the two boys.
“Y/N,” Jake called. “Y/N?” He repeated a little louder.
“Earth to fucking Y/N!” Sam yelled, making you jump out of your daydream.
“Bite your lip any harder and you’re gonna have blood all over the stage.” Sam joked, gesturing to your face.
“Sorry. Was just thinking.” You apologized.
“It’s okay. Come on.” Sam said, offering his hand out for you, which you took.
“I want you to sit on this one right here.” Sam guided you to one of his amps.
You followed and sat yourself down on the cool surface, feeling goosebumps rise all over your body.
“Relax, Y/N. It’s just us…” Sam reassured gently. “You get comfortable and I’m gonna get Jake situated. Okay?” You smiled at him fondly. If there was one thing you knew about each of the Kiszkas’ and Danny, it was that they would always prioritize your comfort. They always went the extra mile to make sure you were okay, no matter what the situation.
“I’m okay, Sammy. I promise.” You gave him a small smile. He turned to walk back towards Jake, leaving you to situate yourself.
Making sure you weren’t sitting on it, like Jake had said, you laid the edges of your dress all around you. The deep blue fabric draped just slightly over the edge of the amplifier.
You looked up to see Jake pulling the strap of Sammy’s bass over his head. The ache between your legs returned at the sight of him alone. You could hardly contain yourself watching him play guitar, let alone picking up an instrument you didn’t even know he could play.
Jake turned to face you, a wicked smile taking over his face at the sight before him. He strutted over to you, possibly the most attractive you’ve ever seen him.
“Ready, angel?” He grinned.
You sucked in a labored breath, shifting in your spot, already desperate for some sort of friction.
Sam came into view and stood beside Jake, eyeing you carefully.
“I think she’s ready.” Jake teased, nudging his brother.
“I- Yeah, I’m ready..” You spoke, barely above a whisper.
Sam stepped away again and you watched him walk over to one of his pedals, hitting it with his foot. A noise rang through the arena, signaling he had taken the bass off mute.
“You should be unmuted! Just hit one of the strings to be sure!” Sam yelled to Jake from his spot.
Your eyes moved back to Jake quickly, heart pounding in anticipation. You gripped the sides of the amp tightly, watching his finger pluck a single string. You were prepared to feel the bass buzz through the speaker beneath you, but got nothing.
“Ah, shit!” Sam laughed, standing up from his place beside the Mellotron.
He jogged back to you, leaning over you and flipping a switch on the back of the amp.
“I must have turned this one off by accident.” Sam said, faking an apologetic tone, turning back to his brother. “Now try!”
Jake turned to you with a smirk, plucking the same string as before. The noise and vibration ran through the stage and amps, but most importantly- you.
You gasped with wide eyes, looking up at a very pleased looking Jake immediately.
“I think it works, huh angel?” He hit another note and the almost overbearing feeling returned. You squirmed in your spot, a soft whimper leaving your lips.
“Y-Yeah I think it does.” You gasped.
Jake turned to Sam, who was almost just as wide eyed as you were. Sam’s eyes flicked between you and Jake in surprise.
“What song should I play, Sam?” Jake enquired. Sam tore his eyes off of you and shifted them back to his brother, pondering his question for a few painfully long moments.
“Play… Lover, Leaver.” Sam answered finally. Your mind raced to remember the bass line of the song, in an attempt to prepare yourself.
Jake nodded at his brothers words, turning his attention back to the instrument in his hands. Jake glanced over at you, giving you a cheeky smile.
You watched as his fingers began moving across the strings with ease. You did your best to keep your eyes locked on him, but the intensity of the vibrations and the rhythm at which they hit your core, caused you to rapidly lose hold of your composure.
“Fuck-“ You muttered, head falling back in pure bliss.
He had hardly made it through the first chorus, before you started to feel the familiar knot tightening in the pit of your stomach.
Your eyes shot to Sam in disbelief. When your eyes landed on him, his face was flushed and his eyes seemed darker. You opened your mouth to call for Sam, but it was cut off by a high pitched moon.
Jake continued to play, now watching you intently as he began into the second verse.
You shuddered, gripping the edge of the amp so tightly it hurt.
The eyes of both boys on you, only edged you closer to your impending orgasm.
Jake walked towards you slowly, continuing to play effortlessly with a cocky look on his face. He knew you were close.
You shifted your position just slightly and the new angle only made you feel the vibrations even more. You wanted to warn Jake of your orgasm, but part of you knew he probably wouldn’t hear you.
“God- Jake-“ Your chest heaved rapidly, your body falling forward at the amount of pleasure you were feeling.
Sam took notice of this and rushed over to you, kneeling right in front of the speaker. He placed your hands on his shoulders, so you could brace yourself.
You knew Jake would probably be mad later for this, but that was the last thing you could manage to think about.
“I’ve got you, you can let go.” You heard Sam faintly say. You glanced up at Jake, who’s eyes were still fixed on you. He nodded his head, as if to also tell you it was okay to come. Your grip tightened around Sam’s shoulders and your eyes squeezed shut. “That’s it, Y/N. You’re so beautiful.” Sam’s words made your clit ache even more.
You panicked for a split second, wondering why his words had such an effect on you. But in fear of losing your orgasm, you shook the thought away- Just blaming it on your current state of intense pleasure.
“You’re doing so good.” Sam continued, egging you on.
Only a few more seconds passed until your orgasm was crashing over you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You moaned out. All the noises blurred out, along with your vision. The only thing keeping you grounded being Sam.
Suddenly, the sound of the bass was gone, along with the almost overstimulating vibrations.
“Are you okay??” Sam placed a hand on your cheek gently, beckoning you to look at him.
You smiled lazily through your post-orgasm haze and nodded.
“M’fine.” Was all you could get out.
Sam turned to look at his brother, who’s mouth hung slightly open in awe.
“I can’t believe that shit worked.” Jake breathed out, and slipped the bass strap over his head, sitting it back on it’s stand.
He was at your side in seconds, taking Sam’s spot in front of you.
“You did so good, angel.” Jake praised, running his hands along your thighs.
“I didn’t think it would feel that good..” You admitted, making Jake laugh lightly.
All of your heads snapped up at the sound of Josh’s voice echoing through the arena.
“You all are here early! What are you-“
You ignored Josh’s voice, looking at Jake in panic.
Jake immediately stood up, attempting to pull you with him. You wobbled even with his strong hold on you. He mumbled something incoherent, before bending down and lifting you up bridal style.
You settled in Jake’s arms after a few seconds, the warmth of his body soothing you.
You glanced down at the amp, mouth falling open upon seeing the wet mark left on top.
“Uhh, Jake-“ You tapped his chest.
“What’s wrong?” You pointed behind the two of you and he turned around carefully. He glanced around for a second, eventually landing on what you had pointed at.
“Oh.”
“This is an interesting scene… What have you guys been up to?” Josh questioned suspiciously, eyeing you and Jake especially hard.
“Actually… I don’t think I want the answer.” Josh waved it off, turning to walk backstage.
“No… You don’t.” Sam muttered.
“Sam… You might wanna clean this up.” Jake warned him, using you in his arms to gesture to the speaker.
Sam walked over, smiling proudly down at his amp and back to you.
“Shouldn’t we leave it for good luck though?“ Sam teased, earning a groan from Jake.
“Absolutely not.” Jake said, shaking his head. Sam gave a genuine laugh. “Was just Kidding, Jake.”
“Yeah, I bet you were.” Jake turned to walk backstage to his dressing room, still holding you tightly in his arms.
“Maybe he should leave it.” You giggled, wanting to tease Jake a little more.
“Only if it was on my amp.” You rolled your eyes at him.
“What?” He asked defensively.
“You don’t want me to be a good luck charm for both of you?” You asked in mock offense.
“Nope. Just mine.”
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can u do a part 2 if 'hate is a strong word' maybe with some nsfw
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Title: Hate Is A Strong Word P2
Warning(s): cursing, NSFW, arguing, fighting etc.., praising, degrading, maybe a bit of humiliation? Idk. , unprotected sex
Pronouns: They/them, afab
Synopsis: You and Karl end up arguing after you get jealous, resulting in sex between the two of you.
Pairing: c!Karl X Dom! Reader
Word count: 1.7k
Part 1: Hate is A Strong Word (sfw)
Note: unedited*
- If some words don't make sense or spelling is wrong than sorry, I'm too lazy to proof read and edit my fics.
- written in my notes app
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Karl put his hands up in defeat “I don’t understand why you’re so angry about this! I promise to you that nothing else happened!” Karl shouted “oh yeah? Then where’d you get that love bite from??” You pointed out a red mark on his neck “it’s a mosquito bite!” Karl argued back, you took a step towards him “oh? You’re calling Sapnap a mosquito now?”
“No! It really is just a mosquito bite! Please trust me on this!” Karl moved away from you “you know why I don’t like you seeing Sapnap!” You were on the verge of tears “holy shit- are you crying? Babe, I’m sorry I made you feel like this..” Karl approached you.
You got ready to fight and put your hands up “I’m not trying to hurt you, can I please just give you a hug? You’re not in the right headspace right now..” Karl reached his arms out to you. You lowered your defenses and looked away as you allowed Karl to embrace you.
“Why would you go out of your way to ignore my feelings? I told you to leave Sapnap alone for a reason!” You exclaimed “I know! I tried to avoid him but I couldn’t help running into him” Karl apologized “if I go to Las Nevada’s and talk with Slime boy- will he be able to truthfully tell me that nothing happened between you and Sapnap?” You started to cry.
“I wish you could just trust what I’m saying! Of course Sapnap and I did nothing!” Karl frowned “prove it! Kill him or something! Burn his house down!” You were hysterical “you know I can’t do that! Look- let me just make it up to you, do you want me to get you something to eat?” Karl caressed your cheek.
You slapped his hand away “if you want my forgiveness than you better listen good!” Karl’s ears perked up and he started listening right away “I’m gonna go to the kitchen and get a glass of water and when I come back I want you to be stripped naked on that fucking bed, alright?” You crossed your arms.
“W-what? Of course!” Karl’s cheeks heated up and he was quick to follow your instructions, struggling to pull off his clothes as you left the room. You walked down the stairs and slowly made your way to the kitchen, maybe you had just been overreacting but you wouldn’t let Karl know that he was right.
You grabbed a glass and poured yourself some water, sipping from it slowly while thinking about the whole situation. Sapnap was 100% trying to make you jealous so you knew you’d have to work harder to get him back!
You returned upstairs, opening the door and being met with Karl’s naked body spread on the bed. He opened his legs up shyly to you, revealing his hard erection he had gotten “oh baby.. look at you, you’re so gorgeous..” your lips pursed into a small smile.
“T-thank you Y/n..” Karl glanced away from you timidly, you walked over and crawled onto the bed. You began to slowly strip yourself of your clothes, pulling your blouse over your head and shimmying your pants to the floor.
Karl looked up at you, mesmerized by the way your body looked in the lighting “oh you’re so handsome..” Karl mouthed out to you quietly. Karl reached out to touch you but you slapped his hand away “no touching, this is supposed to be your punishment” you told him off for it.
You got between his legs and stared up at him intently, he looked down at you and puffed his cheeks out “well- are you gonna do anything?” He asked. “Not if my out keep being impatient, Karl!” You furrowed your eyebrows “okay okay- sorry darling..” he kept quiet and shut his mouth.
“Good boy, now stay still and keep your hips on the bed” you instructed him as you slowly leaned forward and licked a line up his shaft. He gasped and whines softly, covering his face up in embarrassment “you look so fucking pretty like this, why are you hiding from me?” You took his hands off his face.
His face was a pure red colour, sweat dripping down his forehead “I’m so embarrassed..” he mumbled. You brought your hand up and groped his balls for a moment, relishing in the way his body reacts to you “s-stop that feels weird!” Karl pleaded for a moment “do you really want me to stop?” You asked him again.
He kept quiet for a few seconds “n-no..” you smiled in delight and continued your actions. Karl bucked his hips up against your hand which resulted in you pinning his hips down “if you can’t stay still then I’m gonna have to tie you down- would you like that?” You threatened him “n-no please.. I can be good for you!” He gasped.
You nipped on the soft skin of his thighs, leaving a large bite on one of them. It started to bleed a bit so you just licked it up, Karl winced and closed his legs around your head “that feels weird!” He said out loud.
You rubbed and caressed his thighs gently “sorry baby..” you cooed, you got on top of him and straddled his lap. You grabbed the back of his head and brought him closer to you so you could have better access to his neck, kissing and sucking the light skin.
You tried not to give in to your thoughts but you couldn’t help but take a bite, ripping a loud moan from Karl’s mouth “ah!” He moaned. You pulled away and the both of you just stared at each other awkwardly for a moment “t-that felt good..” Karl admitted.
You went back to your work, marking up Karl and biting him whenever you felt like it. When you leaned back and admired him is when you saw how red his neck was now, you clenched your thighs together and gulped nervously as you realized you may have liked this more than you thought.
“P-please..” Karl begged “hm? Please what?” You asked “please ride me- or let me fuck you!” His hips rutted away against the air desperately “why should I give you anything you want? You were being so bad today!” You reminded him “please? I can be so good for you! I-if you let me touch you than I can prove it!” He pleaded.
You sighed and gave in to his demands, getting off him and laying down on the bed so he could touch you. Your skin was bare and the gust of cold air coming from the window every so often would make your nipples harden, you held onto a pillow gently as you felt Karl part your legs for you.
Karl licked his lips “this looks like the best meal I’ve ever seen in my entire life..” he commented as he stared at your wet folds, his fingers opening you up. Karl slid between your legs and stuck his tongue out, licking along your slit and moaning at the taste.
“Oh you taste so good.. how could I ever want to eat anything else?” Karl’s arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you glued against his face “a-ah! H-hey Karl, slow down!” You gasped, your hand grasping onto his hair which only encouraged him to go faster.
His tongue slid deep inside of you, exploring your fleshy wet cave. Your pussy clenched around him, your clit rubbing against his face as he worked hard to please you “I’m close..” you let Karl know. You released on Karl’s face and threw your head back, your legs shaking a bit as he continued to eat you out through your orgasm.
“Alright.. you earned it- come here big boy!” You invited him to fuck you, opening your legs wide enough so he could get buried deep in you. Karl quickly got to it, his cock sliding into your wet sheath and being surrounded by your warm walls.
Karl thrusted in and out with no pattern whatsoever, rutting into you harshly like an inexperienced teenage boy “y/n!” Karl moaned out your name as he started to go faster. Karl put his hand above your head to stabilize himself and keep him from falling over.
“P-please let me cum inside of you, please!” Karl begged “fuck- go ahead!” You arched your back and allowed Karl to cum inside of you. His load being shot deep inside of your vagina, coating your thick warm walls with his white semen.
Karl pulled out and flopped on the bed, panting heavily as he tried to rest “don’t go to sleep now! You still have a long day ahead of you, go get dressed you bum!” You sat up and encouraged him to get out of bed.
Karl groaned and got out of the bed, his legs shaking a bit as he stood up. He walked over to his dresser and began to get dressed, pulling his hoodie over his head and slipping on some pants. You felt lazy so you just threw a big shirt on and a pair of shorts, the two of you now dressed and ready to take on the world.
You finally got the idea to what your great genius plan to get Sapnap back was! You looked down at the ground and sighed, turning your head to face Karl and tell him what was on your mind.
“You know what, Karl baby? I want you to go see Sapnap right now and tell him how sorry I am for overreacting” you smirked. Karl had most likely thought you were turning a new leaf, being the bigger person when really you were just fulfilling your master plan.
Karl was littered with hickies and love bites all along his skin, you couldn’t miss them! Even his oversized hoodie couldn’t cover the marks up! Your plan was to expose his marks to Sapnap so he would finally see that Karl was yours and yours alone! Hopefully it’ll work.
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Helloo! I wanted to request hisoka with corruption kink. Just write however you want to lolol i dont mind any freaky🏃
Ha *wipes sweat off forehead* I hope this hard work pays off. I put every ounce of effort in writing this 😮💨. I didn’t do any bullet points on this one but it does have about four thousand words! Please ignore the possible grammar mistakes, I do have trouble writing dialogue. I worked on yours all night long and I’m exhausted. My fingers sure are. I kept your request deeply in mind. You can see poor, little (Y/N)’s innocence melt right off her like ice cream ;). Anyway, here’s your request, my love 💕
I wanted to honor the divine feminine so you will see my appreciation for the female body below 👇
💕TW: The content below contains: degradation, domination kink, submission kink, dub con, threat of forced anal intercourse, pure smut, corruption kink, possible bad grammar, loss of virginity, dirty talk, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, corruption of innocence, Oh, and Hisoka is a TW itself.
Enjoy…
He’s tall.
God, he is so tall. Such long, strong legs - slender yet thick with muscle. Despite being erotically pleasant, his legs weren’t the best part of him. The best part of him was what your eyes followed. From his shins, to his knees, to his thighs, to his hips, to that beautifully sculpted torso of his, to his neck, and then you reached his eyes.
Those eyes. Those sharp, golden eyes of his.
His eyes unsettled most people. It was as though they could pierce your very soul, and see how weak and worthless you truly are. He's a predator - always keen, always aware, and always watching for a reason for you to be his next target.
Hisoka… how did you get those eyes?
She wondered how she caught his attention. He was the type of man to overlook girls like her. A blushing, doe eyed dolt, who could barely speak to strangers without stuttering a storm.
Why? Why would someone like Hisoka find her worthy of even being near him? Of being in his bed, of being by his side, of being between his legs. He is so very special, and I'm…
“My Little Slice, you look delightful when your down there~”
His voice shook her out of her thoughts. She looked at his teasing gaze and meekly lowered her sight to his lips. There, she saw them curl up into a grin. She tensed up and covered her naked chest with her arms. Just then, she realized how unbelievably exposed she was to his scrutiny.
“Oh, nervous now~,” he laughed out, sitting up from the headboard and closer to her face, “isn’t that sweet…”
More red than ever, she turned her face from Hisoka and leaned back. Instead of letting her move away, his hand wrapped around her wrist and thrusted her towards him. She yelped out as her cheek pressed against his hard chest, her face embarrassingly hotter than his cool skin. His chest rumbled as he let out a chuckle.
She put her hands against his chest and attempted to pull away, but his arm wrapped itself around her. She struggled to shove herself away and her efforts were all for nothing; he hadn’t moved an inch.
Perhaps it was foolish to pursue a 200th floor fighter. Where was her older brother to protect her now? He had lectured her beforehand about the dangerous people here and she laughed him off and teased him about being some sort of guard dog. Now, she needed him more than ever. She had never been in a situation like this before.
“No boys allowed, Y/N!” he usually shouted out, a vein practically popping out of his forehead. It almost seemed like he loved saying that as it was repeated over and over throughout her life.
All she wanted to do was explore a place she never ventured to. To seek the thrill that felt so curious and good, yet hidden like the inside of a flower that hasn't bloomed yet. A buzzing heartbeat that formed when she laid alone at night and gently ran her fingers up her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps and shivers.
Please help me, B/N…
Her struggles came to an end as she huffed, breathlessly. Hisoka’s hand trailed down her shoulders to her waist and to her hips. His hand was met with the pleasant plumpness of her bottom. She squeaked out in shock as his hand roughly squeezed her ass and kneaded it like dough. A loud crack reverated across the room as he slapped it, leaving a red blur behind. She gasped and her face converted into an embarrassed cringe. Frustrated tears pricked in her eyes as her fingernails dug deeply into his skin.
Once again, she attempted to wiggle away. Instead of his arm wrapping around her shoulders once again, she was swept over and under him. He was hovering over her and there was no way to escape. Her previous attempts at fighting back were a failure, and she no longer wanted to fight, only to flee.
Her eyes shot out towards Hisoka’s face only to find him smiling down at her. His warm breath fanning her face and his hips between her thighs.
The glint in his eyes shook her to the core. His facial expression was teasing and playful, but his eyes told a completely different story. She’s seen that look on his face before. The same expression on his face as he killed his opponents. He looked like an apex predator who was about to break the neck of his prey with his jaws.
“You’ve never been fucked before, haven’t you?” he asked, his finger trailing down her cheek, rubbing off a tear she hadn’t noticed fell.
Her face scrunched up at his vulgar language.
“No, I’ve never been f-“ she paused, hesitating before quickly spitting out, “no, ive never been f… fucked before.” Another tear came out of her eye. She never cursed - She wasn’t allowed to.
Hisoka giggled, his smile twisting even further. He looked down at her precious expression and felt his arousal rise.
“You're utterly adorable, you know that? I almost feel a little bad about this. Almost. But you wanted to play, and don’t be a spoiled brat when the other player is better at the game than you.” He mocked, his sardonic gaze on her. It made her want to shrink into the mattress and never come out.
“Now, now,” he said, sitting up, “I’ll make it as comfortable as I can.”
He spread her thighs and examined her high waisted shorts. He grabbed the zipper at the top and unzipped it. Down and down it went, until her underwear was revealed to him.
“After all, the first cut into the cake has to be perfect.”
Her shorts were suddenly off her and on the ground. She was only in her underwear now, more exposed than ever. Most naked she’d been since that time she went to the beach. She’d gotten sunburnt that day. At least then she had a top, now her whole body was on display to him.
Hisoka hummed as he tugged his own bottoms off, revealing the thick length of his cock. His cock looked magnificent combined with the rest of his body. That sexy v-cut of his looked like two arrows directing me to look at his big dick, so large it almost dangled under its own weight. It held its own though, refusing to droop over.
How is that thing going to fit inside of me? she thought.
He spread her legs wide open and examined the thin material of her underwear as the form of her vulva showed through. The flimsy material was practically invisible.
Hisoka’s big hands grabbed her behind her knees, pushing her legs up while also spreading them even further. The bed squeaked out as Hisoka crawled on his knees over to her, placing himself over her.
Hisoka’s claws clenched themselves around her legs, indenting the soft flesh, “You have such a soft, innocent face,” he said, his face hovering over menacingly. “But I know a hungry little whore lies beneath the surface… let me feed that little whore~❤️.”
Hisoka let go of one of her legs and let it fall against the bed. Her loose leg was between his two thighs and her other leg was still being held. The top half of her body was still on the bed. Hisoka’s strength was maintained as he carried half of her body weight into the air.
He’s so strong… of course he is, that’s to be expected of a top floor fighter.
The bed let out a groan as Hisoka pushed himself onto her covered cunt, rubbing his dick between her labia majora. His cock stroked the sensitive heat over and over again, he could feel her hotness tightening and then softening as her pussy throbbed to the beat of her heartbeat. The head of his cock stroked her hard clit over and over again, the little bump riddled with sensitive nerves. Her underwear was sopping as her pussy leaked out sweet nectar. The tip of Hisoka’s cock was also leaking with precum, mixing in with her own sweetness and creating an erotic cocktail.
“Yes, don’t stop,” she begged. “Please don’t stop - I want to cum so bad. Please let me cum, please!”
Hisoka let out a breathy laugh. “If you want to cum so bad, you need to beg for it. Only good girls get to cum. Are you a good girl~?”
“Yes! I’m a good girl! I’m your good girl, Hisoka!”
“Aw, you're so cute when you beg. But I don’t think you're a good girl. No, I think you're a naughty, little slut. Little sluts only get to cum when they're being fucked.”
The sensitive head of Hisoka’s cock pulsated with pleasure as he rubbed it against the soaked underwear. If he kept doing it, he was going to cum way too fast. He couldn’t let that happen. Not before he stretched her virgin pussy with his cock. He’d be damned if he let himself orgasm before biting into her innocence.
His nails dug into her thigh as he pushed himself further into her, making sure there wasn’t an inch of space between their heats. He was going to blow and If he didn’t stop, he wasn’t gonna see that shocked expression of hers when came in her for the first time. The longer he waited, the better.
(Y/N)’s pussy clenched and her breathing sped up. She was going to cum.
I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, I’m going to-
Hisoka pulled back.
“No!” She yelled, kicking her leg in frustration. She let out another yell as her leg didn’t even move an inch in Hisoka’s grip. His grip was too strong. There was no way she could force her way to freedom.
“I was so close!” she shouted, a tear threatening to fall from her eyes. “Why did you stop! I felt so good!”
Hisoka threw his head back and let out a loud, sadistic laugh.
“Haha, you're so cute when you're feisty! I’m glad I’m the first who gets to fuck you.”
He let go of her leg after getting over his giggling attack. She found herself embarrassed as she blew out strings of her own hair out of her own mouth.
As she was pulling strings of hair out of her mouth, she was suddenly pulled back onto the bed by Hisoka’s hands around her hips. She gulped as she saw Hisoka’s face hovering over her crotch.
The part of her underwear that directly covered over her cunt was a darker shade than the rest of her underwear from when they grounded against each other like animals in heat.
She watched nervously as he adjusted his position. She let out a whole body shiver as both of his thumbs opened her lips like a little book.
Hisoka licked the side of her cunt - not directly stimulating her but gently teasing her. While not directly pleasuring her, the motion relaxed her from her last intense session. A little between-the-main-courses snack, if you will.
She sat up on her elbows and watched as Hisoka lapped at both sides of her lips. She felt a swell of affection begin to grow in her chest as she watched Hisoka’s cheek press itself onto the inside of her thigh. She realized how bold she’s gotten since they began to play with each other. In such a short while, Hisoka had corrupted her - denting that once-perfect surface with his perverted nature. To think ten minutes ago she was so shy she could barely even curse. In such a short time, she’d cursed more than she had in a year. A pang of guilt filled her as she thought about how her older brother would react. But he wasn’t here, and he never had to know.
In her own thoughts, she didn’t notice Hisoka’s face twist into a mischievous smile. Her eyes widened in terror as she felt his tongue on her covered asshole.
“Hisoka!” She shouted out.
How can someone be so vulgar?
“Oh, I’m sorry, my Little Slice~. I just love it when your sweet, angelic face turns into one of horror. It turn me on so badly~❤️”
Hisoka only smiled and slid his tongue upwards towards her pussy. He pushed the tip of his tongue against the entrance of her vagina and wiggled it there. If it wasn’t for her underwear, his tongue would have been inside her pussy.
The nerves around her hole were ablaze and her legs were shaking - with fear, excitement or pleasure? Perhaps all three, she did not know. All she wanted was to be pounded by him; she didn’t care how big and thick he was (from what she saw earlier, his cock had to be as thick as her forearm). Though she was unexperienced and naive to the acts of sex, this feeling was primal and indispensable. She needed it, she needed it like a runner needs water.
His tongue dragged itself from her entrance to her clit.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned out and spread her legs wider without an ounce of shame.
It was overwhelming in the best way possible. It was the most electrifying thing she’d ever experienced and she never wanted it to end. She wanted to be there forever - in that limbo of titillation and erotic reality that was unlike anything she could recreate with her imagination.
Hisoka rapidly moved his tongue against her clit. She squealed out loud and attempted to move her hips but his hands grabbed her hips and pushed them to the bed and continued to flick her covered clit with his tongue.
She lifted herself up to her elbows and looked down at him. A hint of fear aroused in her as she made direct eye contact with him. She was so caught up in her own pleasure she didn’t realize how deeply she was looking into his eyes.
As she continued to lock her eyes with his, her pussy began to relax, getting ready to tighten and cum on his tongue. Her heavy breathing paused and she caught that expression in her eyes.
Then her panties were ripped in half and her bare cunt was revealed to him. In a split second, his entire tongue was inside of her.
She screamed as her virgin cunny squeezed itself around his long, wicked tongue. Hisoka laughed out and wiggled his tongue - messaging and caressing her inner walls as she cummed.
The wetness of her aroused cunt seeped out and dripped down to her asshole, to which Hisoka slurped up and continued his assault on her cunny again. He did this over and over again until I couldn’t handle it anymore. My hands tried to push him away but he didn’t even budge. It wasn’t until my legs began to kick out in panic did he pull away.
“Ah, ah,” she panted, body completely limp. Hisoka observed her body. Her soft stomach was gleaming with sweat and the inside of her thighs were also gleaming.
“You might be the sweetest candy I’ve had since I first tried Bungee Gum all those years ago. I knew the moment I popped it into my mouth it would never leave me, marking me with its sweet syrupy taste just like a Scarlet Letter. Would it be a bold thing to say that you're just like Bungee Gum? You get so pink when you're played with. The pink on your cheeks is almost the same shade as my favorite snack.”
Hisoka let out a sudden dramatic sigh that startled (Y/N) for a second. “Unfortunately, the company who used to make Bungee Gum went bankrupt so now I have to search far and wide just to get a taste. Luckily for me, something similar is always nearby for me to stretch and pull at.”
He paused, looking directly into (Y/N)’s eyes with his own yellow ones. “You are, my sweet little slice~”
Hisoka grabbed her ankles and slapped her legs together. The loud smack of her thighs' sudden connection reverated across the room.
Hisoka wrapped his big hand over both of her ankles and grabbed his cock, stroking back the foreskin to reveal the pink, sensitive tip and a pearl of precum forming. He placed the tip of his cock on her clit, rubbing it in little circles before sliding it down her slit until it reached her entrance at the very bottom. He felt tempted to slip it into her ass before deciding it wasn’t worth the screeching. Even though he could easily cover her mouth and sodomize her tight little ass, he couldn’t just jump into completely breaking her; It would be a better idea to slowly lower her into the fire. A slow burn would be ten times more satisfying.
Putting both of my legs onto one side of his shoulders, he used his weight to push his entire cock into her pussy until his ballsack was resting against her ass.
She hissed through her teeth and threw her head back. She was filled with his cock. So full. So, so full.
She was bursting with new sensations. A new type of pain, a new type of pleasure. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt yet so primal and familiar. It was an instinct she never realized she had.
Bending over her with her legs still on her shoulder, Hisoka connected their lips for the first time that night. She could taste her own saltiness on his lips. It wasn’t the type of kiss she’d seen on romance shows (the ones her brother decided were appropriate enough to watch). No, this kiss was the complete opposite of those. This kiss was rough, unlike anything else.
She felt a burst of bravery as she slipped her tongue out and shyly lapped at his bottom lip. Hisoka let out a sardonic chuckle.
“Feeling brave now, are we?”
(Y/N) yelped as Hisoka slid his entire tongue inside her mouth, licking every corner of her mouth. Nothing was left untouched.
After completely violating her mouth with his tongue, Hisoka pulled away, smiling down at her.
“Are you ready?” He whispered. (Y/N) let out a shuddering breath and nodded. She braced herself by meekly grabbing onto the shoulder that didn’t have her legs with one hand, the other gripping onto the sheets.
Hisoka pulled back until only the tip of his cock remained in her, then he slammed into her with great strength. Her breath completely left her body with the slam of his hips. His hips smashing against her buttocks made a filthy sound that made her want to cum. The plop, plop sound that her pussy was also doing things to her.
Hisoka grunted with every hard thrust. She fit him just like a glove. It was almost like she was made for him. While the male penis did not have as many nerve endings as female genitals, a man can augment his sensations and cause it to heighten by being caressed just right. By holding her against himself, fucking her in a salacious dance, the more sensation builds up in his penis just like when a woman’s clitoris is tapped just so…
The friction of his cock pulling on her inner walls before being pushed inside once again left (Y/N) in a concoction of emotions. First, complete and utter pleasure. As he slammed his cock into her, dopamine bursted in her mind like an explosion of drugs. Second, regret. If her brother ever found out, how would he react to his own little sister getting fucked by the murderous Magician, Hisoka? She knew he’d feel like all his work to keep her safe were a waste of time and energy. Like all those years of pampering and protecting went right down the drain. She couldn’t let him find out. And thirdly, a rebellious energy. She was tired of being locked down by her own innocence. She wanted to explore the world. There had to be more to this world than just what she knew. There had to be.
From head to toe, she felt a symphony of pleasure as she came. Her toes clenched until they cramped. But she didn’t care, the pleasure outweighed the pain. Her fingers dug into his shoulder. She was sure there would be a five fingered mark there the next day. It would be a reminder of his clawed reach and her deflowering.
She screeched out as Hisoka went faster, overwhelming her. She hadn’t even gotten over her orgasm before he began to thrust into her twice as hard. She could feel his cock rub itself against the entrance of her womb.
It was primal to push into her beautiful, soft female body and pull back, only to push himself back. He could feel himself building up the height of his pleasure. The more he pumped, the higher the tower built, just ready to topple over and leave a big mess.
He looked at her closer than ever. Watching as her breast bounced and her lips glowed from their mixed saliva. He saw her eyes as she looked up at him, red from crying in complete pleasure. Her appearance increased his desire to come.
“Ahhhh,” he moaned out, feeling his orgasm in his very bones. It was a sensation he was familiar with. After defeating a powerful enemy, he sometimes glowed with the aftertaste of their fight and his victory. This was very similar - yet so different. More intimate, of course. His prey was still alive and he was still inside their body.
(Y/N) closed her eyes in bliss as Hisoka’s cum finally rested inside of her. Her breathing slowed down and the blush on her cheeks faded into softer shades of pink. The sun was coming down. Its orange tones highlighted her sweaty body like a canvas. It almost seemed like she was a freshly painted portrait. Divine Feminine tamed at last.
Both of them laid on their backs, observing the plain ceiling. It was relaxing to lay down after such an exhausting task. All she wanted to do was shut her eyes and rest.
Rest, rest, rest…
My brother! His fight is over!
(Y/N) shot up from the bed, practically tripping over herself as she gathered her things - putting them on. She didn’t even notice her bra was inside-out. More shockingly, she didn’t even notice cum was dripping down her legs.
Hisoka watched amusingly from the sidelines at her scattering around the room.
(Y/N) scanned the room for one final time. She groaned as she saw her wet panties on the bed, right next to Hisoka. She jumped onto the bed and reached for her underwear. As she pulled back, Hisoka grabbed her wrist.
“Tell me, (Y/N), how would your older brother react to hearing about how I ruined his little sister's innocence? How I fucked her and she enjoyed every second of it? I bet he’d try to kill me~.”
(Y/N)’s mouth opened and closed, not a single word leaving her starstruck mouth. Her body was paralyzed with fear. She forgot who she was dealing with in her panic.
“What's the matter? You want to keep our little secret just between us two? Fine. However, come to my room tomorrow at the same time you did today and we’ll have some more fun. If not…”
She didn’t need to ask - She knew. She imagined the consequences in her mind, thinking about the outcome of her moment of weakness.
Hisoka wasn’t done with her; this was just the appetizer.
—-
“Hey, (Y/N), where were you during my fight? I didn’t see you in the crowd at all.”
“Oh, I was just getting some snacks.”
“Ah, alright. Next time just tell me beforehand. I wouldn’t want a stranger taking advantage of my little sister. Right, sis?”
“Haha, yeah…”
#hxh imagines#hxh headcanons#hxh hisoka#hxh x reader#hisoka morrow x reader#hisoka x reader#hisoka morow#hisoka#hisoka imagine#hunter x hunter#hisoka x y/n
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Fic Rec Fridays 12/17
Alright, coming in a little late with this one, but you guys seemed to enjoy the last one so I’m continuing this series with a little Bagginshield and a little Nandermo.
BAGGINSHIELD
Child of Earth and Sky by orphan_account- Mult-chapter 22/22, 140K+, Rating: M
Summary: Certain events in Bilbo’s life were always destined to come to pass, but the will of Belladonna Took is not to be trifled with, and her choice may yet change the lives of many.
This is the story of how Bilbo became the kin of the Eagles of Manwë, and all that happened after.
Why I Recommend: Honestly, I’m a little embarrassed I’ve never read this one before now after seeing fanart for it on tumblr for a couple of years now, but I love the culture explorations of the Eagles of Manwë and its honestly just a badass story.
Reaper of heart by ahenid- One-shot, 7K+, Rating: M
Summary: Thorin is a reaper, that is, someone who refused to be reborn. His task is to convince souls to go to the Other Side, to stand in front of Mahal and be given the Choice. Most of them wish to go and forget their previous life, whereas others, like him, prefer to keep their memories and serve their god.
And then there is Bilbo Baggins, a soul mysteriously clinging to the realm of the living, and who Thorin is strangely drawn to.
Why I Recommend: Just read this one this morning actually! Love the concept! Beautiful AU setup and perfect reveal at the end. PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH THIS ONE THOUGH! SENSITIVE MATERIAL SUCH AS CHARACTER SUICIDE IS IN THIS ONE!
new morning by vtforpedro- One-shot, 11K+, Rating: M
Summary: In which Bilbo doesn't like living in a world where soulmates exist. Maybe it's because his own seemingly doesn't want to be found after a long while spent looking for them, but it turns out his soulmate is not all that far away, and his search for Bilbo is immortalized in stone.
Why I Recommend: If you guys don’t know this about me already, I am an absolute sucker for soulmate AUs! And I love little twists in them as well. This one is just so down to earth with such realistic reactions. I love it! And would read 100K of it if it existed!
NANDERMO
the lion’s devotion (the lamb’s downfall) by UnfortunatelyObsessed- One-shot, 20K+, Rating: M
Summary: Guillermo pauses, eyes wide. He tries to say something. He can’t.
“I killed a man because he made me angry. I have done this— many times.”
“That’s— that’s a mortal sin, you—““I do not wish to be absolved. I want to know why. Why do I feel this… this ache where my soul should be?”
Guillermo’s breath shakes as he exhales. The grate is thin, so thin that a determined man could crash through it and wrap hands around his neck, force the life out of him. “You feel guilt.”
“Why now? Why at all? Why— fuck-ing hell.” The last bit comes out as a pained gasp, and Guillermo can see the man’s head duck, his shoulders hunch. “Can we do this outside? It hurts in here.”
Why I Recommend: Oh my gosh. OH MY GOSH! THIS FIC RIGHT HERE! It’s incredible! The blossoming love between Guillermo and Nandor is so... 👌 And not going to lie, got strong Castlevania vibes from the religious ideology that God exists and is on the opposite side of creatures of the night, but that churches and the people who run them can still be corrupted. Just an AMAZING story summed up in 20K words.
Nandor the Restless by LuluBear- One-shot, 3K+, Rating: T
Summary: Nandor the Relentless was fully aware he was dead. He died as he lived, relentlessly persuing his enemies and slaughtering them for the glory of Al Quolanudar. However as he stood, ripped away from his peaceful slumber, he realised it seems that his body hadn't gotten the memo and was therefore going to be dubbed Nandor the Restless.
Why I Recommend: I am all on board with the Nandor Ghost having a boner for Guillermo trope! 😆 And this is by far my favorite one! Not just because Ghost!Nandor is like ‘great, I’ve become an idiot’, but I love that he is like ‘oh look at this hot piece of warrior ass I keep around, I sure hope I’m banging that’.
Transcendent Heart by foxymandy3100- WIP 1/?, 2K+, Rating: T
Summary: One minute Guillermo had been protecting his master from witches, the next he was hurdling back over 700 years in the past. He landed in the war-devastated ruins of a town being pillaged by the Persian army. He was captured and held prisoner. What does the Nandor of the past intend to do with him and how will he get home?
Why I Recommend: Okay...okay. So normally, I don’t recommend fics that are just getting started because you never know if the author is going to lose interest...*cough, cough, calling myself out here* but I had to try this one because it looked so interesting and I am HOOKED! I’m so excited to keep up with this one and hope they will continue because it is an AWESOME AU!
#sunny recs it#bagginshield#nandermo#hobbit#wwdits#more great fics to add to your reading list!#check them out!
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On Kong Kenan/Super-Man
It should've been him. He should've been the Superman of 5G/Future State/right now not Jon, and he should be the one getting an HBO Max series not Val. Hell he should be getting a movie!
God this dude is literally the best legacy character Superman has ever gotten, wholly his own person with his own lore and status quo while still building on the idea of "Superman". I am so pissed at DC for essentially just dropping him after his ongoing ended, what the hell Lee? You keep trying to make the Wildstorm characters happen, I need you to get my man Yang another Kenan book.
Have to admit I was a bit nervous at first about whether or not Kenan would be a worthwhile character. Yang's New 52 Superman run had been a disappointment to me overall, with only the the arc where Superman has underground wrestling matches against forgotten gods really sticking with me. Now he was introducing a brand new Superman? Didn't feel like he had "earned" that yet. But from the first issue I was hooked on this new character.
Kenan was unlike any other member of the Superfamily. He wasn't kind or sweet, he was an asshole! He was a bully! He was fantastic! Right from the start Kenan was set up to undergo a very different kind of character journey than the other members of the Superfamily. Empathy, humility, respect for people weaker than himself, these are all traits most heroes wearing the S-shield already posses by the time they first don the crest, but not Kenan.
Like all bullies he was even a bit of a coward himself at first, trying to bail on the experiment meant to give him Superman's powers right as it begins. After "saving" Lixin (the kid he bullies and steals lunch from every day) from Blue Condor he demands all the money Lixin has on him as payment. He's not courageous or selfless either at the start, Kenan is as much of an opposite of Superman as you can get short of being Bizarro. Learning the appeal of these traits formed the basis for his growth over the course of his series.
Seeing Yang bring in a lot of recognizable "Superman" elements in the series, but with a twist, was also great. Kenan is the one who bullies "Luo Lixin" rather than the traditional Clark/Lex friendship of Pre-Crisis and Birthright. Initially Kenan develops a crush on intrepid reporter for Primetime Shanghai, Laney Lan, but she dismisses him as too young and Kenan eventually ends up pursuing Avery Ho (Flash) instead. Baxi the Bat-Man of China has a similar relationship with Kenan as the traditional Superman/Batman in terms of being vitriolic best buds, however Baxi is the one who has the most respect for authority while Kenan is the rebel. Kenan is a part of the "Justice League of China" which does not meet with the approval of the already established Chinese superheroes, the Great Ten. That contrasts nicely with the good relationship the Justice Society and Justice League have, as well as seeing Yang lampshade the "Chinese copy" trope and incorporate that into his storytelling.
One of the funniest differences is how Kenan chooses to immediately reveal his identity as Super-Man to the world by taking off the compliance visor he was forced to wear, contrasting with Clark's choice to hide his identity. He was so eager to impress people that he never gave any thought to the danger he could put himself or his family in by revealing his identity until it was too late, something Clark is well aware of and has taken great pains to keep his identity secret. Was a missed opportunity for DC to have Kenan comment on Clark copying him for once when he outed himself under Bendis.
But one of the most poignant differences between Clark and Kenan is the gulf in separation between their relationship with their parents. Clark has a loving relationship with Ma and Pa Kent, trying to live up to their lessons as best he can. In contrast Kenan's mom was believed to have died in an airplane crash when he was just a child, and he never really knew her. His father was distant from him after that and the two weren't really close despite Kenan's attempts to impress him. So Kenan lacks that strong connection while still clearly loving both of them.
Pa Kent's death is one of the most tragic examples of Clark's love for his parents, and I've always been a fan of takes where Clark promises his father to fight for the powerless on Pa's deathbed. Kenan gets a similar scene at the start of his career, his dad "dies" (after being exposed as Flying General Dragon, a pro-democracy "supervillain" from the Chinese authorities perspective) and wants Kenan to promise he'll fight for Truth, Justice, and Democracy. But because Kenan's dad never really bonded with him, Kenan doesn't know what those mean, and can only promise that he never wants to see people die, something his father takes comfort in at least. In classic comic book fashion it's revealed that Dr. Omen, Kenan's "boss" and the one who gave him his powers, saved Kenan's father, because she is Kenan's mother! Kenan's relationship with his parents forms a lot of the crux of his character arc, and seeing how Yang utilizes the classic Superman concept of family kept the storytelling exciting.
Yang's brilliant exploration of the concept of "Superman" through the prism of Chinese culture was a great way to differentiate Kenan as well.
I absolutely freaking love how he tied to the concept of Qi to the S-shield in particular. Connecting the shape of the shield with the way Kenan has acquired his powers along the path of the Bagua (eight trigrams used in Taoism that represent the fundamental principles of reality), with his octagon S-shield outline representing all eight principles together, was mindblowing! So was the idea of restricting Kenan's access to his powers unless he was actually acting in a Superman manner, that tied his character growth to his power growth in an entertaining manner. There were so many characters and concepts that meshed Chinese and DC lore together, like how Emperor Super-Man was Kenan's "Doomsday", they even recreated that iconic dual kill shot! The Chinese Wonder Woman Peng Deilan, being based on the Chinese Legend of the White Snake! There was even some Korean mythology referenced with the Aqua-Man member of the JLC "Dragonson".
Yang also managed to do a Superman Blue/Superman Red story with Super-Man Yin/Super-Man Yang!
Shameful that it took me a while to realize what Gene Yang was doing but once I caught on I was touched. You can tell how much Yang loved Superman and his mythology, and how he was excited to incorporate as much from Clark as he could, while still using it in a way that was solidly Kenan's. And not just Superman's mythology, but the history and lore of the entire DC Universe. I-Ching got to be brought in, fleshed out, and used as Kenan's mentor! The "Yellow Peril" villain from Detective Comics #1, the comic DC gets its name from was brought in and revamped as I-Ching's twin brother All-Yang! Hats off to Yang for taking a racist caricature and attempting to make him into something more.
This series was a beautiful attempt by Gene Yang to build a space for Asian heroes and villains where they could be more than stereotypes, Kenan himself being a defiant mold-breaker in every regard as the complete opposite of most Asian characters in Western media (a jock, a bully, loves his dad but not on great terms with him, a powerhouse as a hero, etc). So much thought and hard work was poured into this by Yang and his team of artist collaborators.
Especially the costumes, man Kenan had so many great looks. From his starting outfit (which is my favorite Superman variant not worn by Clark himself), to the one with the Yin/Yang shield he acquired later on, to his Super-Man Yin & Super-Man Yang outfits, Kenan looked damn cool. Part of me is bummed they didn't go with the Chinese character shield they toyed around with, but I loved how Yang used the "s-shield" as a plot point, so I'm not too broken up over it.
All that great work Yang did to build that space up has been more or less forgotten sadly. It was nice to see Kenan in the DC Asian Month Celebration issue. Avery is going to be in Justice Incarnate at least (unsurprising considering she was created by Williamson). So fucking bummed that Superman Family Adventures cartoon didn't happen, they were going to have Kenan and John Henry Irons in it! Would've been a dream come true for me to see Irons in animation again, and Kenan making the jump to outside media! Maybe that would've encouraged DC to let Yang keep writing New Super-Man, or at least encouraged them to use him elsewhere instead of allowing him fall into Limbo.
Unfortunately I'm not sure what the future holds for Kenan. Jon is being pushed as Clark's replacement in the comics, with DC keeping all the other contenders such as Kon benched. Calvin is leading the Justice Incarnate team likely due to the upcoming Coates reboot that will make Clark black. Val will probably get something once Taylor leaves Jon's book or once they officially announce the HBO Max show is happening. So where does that leave Kenan, my new favorite PoC legacy hero? Currently my only hope is that Yang is working on something for DC involving him. Yang left Batman/Superman, where I was hoping to see a Baxi/Kenan team up, to go work on "exciting other opportunities" per his Twitter. So fingers crossed that there's something in the works for Kenan!
One day I hope he gets his day in the sun again.
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kiss it better | five
pairing: mark tuan x reader
genre: angst, eventual smut, brother’s best friend au (sort of)
warnings: tw for death, death of a parent, reference to drug addiction
word count: 4.5k
summary: you were off limits for more reasons than mark could count. but everything changed for him the day you walked into his tattoo shop with those big innocent eyes and a laugh like his favorite song. he couldn’t. he wouldn’t. and yet…
a/n: hi babies thank you for your patience, i know it’s been many many months since i’ve updated! the last time i posted for kib was all the way back in may, which is crazy, i know. but life has been weird and it’s been difficult for me to find the motivation to write. it’s slowly coming back for me and i’m so glad you guys have stuck around with me even if i haven’t been consistent. i’m more grateful than you know!
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“She did what?” Dahyun asked, her bite of gimbap nearly falling right out of her mouth.
Youngjae threw his head back and broke into laughter entirely at Mark’s expense.
Mark ran his tongue over his teeth and refused to look up at his friends, focusing awfully hard on the sketch he’d been working on in between appointments. He quickly realized that they had absolutely no sympathy for him.
“Yeah.”
It had been two weeks already since that night, and Mark was just now feeling comfortable enough to spill what had happened after he took you home. He liked to take his own time to process his thoughts before he revealed them to others, and quite frankly, he hadn’t even wanted to tell anyone. But he was starting to think maybe he needed an outside perspective.
“She has guts,” Youngjae said, after finally pulling himself upright in his chair. “Was it good?”
“Dude,” Mark warned, far from amused.
Dahyun cut in. “It’s a good enough question. From what I’ve seen, you guys have some intense sexual tension. If the kiss was hot, maybe it’s worth exploring.”
“We don’t have sexual tension,” Mark defended.
Youngjae snorted.
“Sure. But, let’s say if you did, and the kiss was good…” Dahyun trailed off, wiggling her eyebrows.
Groaning, Mark tapped the end of his pencil against the desk. He glanced up at the wall, his eyes naturally drawn to the photo of your shoulder, of the tattoo he’d designed and permanently inked onto your skin. It wasn’t the only photo he had pinned up of his previous work, but it was the one he looked at the most.
“She’s a kid,” he said, little to no conviction in his voice.
But you weren’t a kid. Mark knew in every way, you were an adult. Even mentally, emotionally, you seemed more mature than he felt most days. Packing up your belongings because you refused to live a life you weren’t satisfied with? He couldn’t imagine anything more grown up than that.
“Mark,” Youngjae’s tone was firm, serious this time. “It’s not the worst thing in the world if you have chemistry with someone. I know it may not be the most convenient girl for you, but… you’ve been by yourself for a long time. You can’t tell me you aren’t lonely.”
He hadn’t thought he was lonely until you came into his life. He had been fine, so fine, living on his own. Waking up alone, eating dinner alone, focusing on his work and living one day to the next.
But now, he looked forward to the sound of your keys in the door when you got home from your evening shift. He bought your favorite brand of orange juice instead of his. He didn’t mind watching outlandish and obviously fake reality shows if it meant that he got to hear your commentary along with it. More than anything, he’d gotten used to the way you made him feel. In the simplest of terms, he was happy.
“It doesn’t matter,” Mark said. “I already fucked it up.”
Dahyun narrowed her eyes. “What did you do?”
He rubbed some of the tension out of his forehead, relaying the conversation he’d had with Taehyung that night to his friends. The exchange wasn’t longer than a few minutes, but it was long enough for Mark to potentially ruin everything you’d built for yourself in the last couple of months.
“I didn’t tell him everything - I couldn’t do that. But I told him I’d seen her in the city, that I thought maybe she worked in one of the restaurants near the shop…” A knot of guilt coiled in his stomach. “Fuck.”
He’d just wanted to do the right thing. You were young, you couldn’t see that your parents cared about you. Taehyung cared about you. They deserved to know where you were, especially after everything they had done for him. He could at least point them in the right direction.
“Well, shit,” Youngjae offered, a sympathetic frown on his face.
“I fucked her over, and I haven’t been able to look her in the eye since. We’ve just avoided each other for the last two weeks and I-” Mark heaved a breath, leaning back in his chair. “I hate it.”
He missed you. Even if he couldn’t say it out loud.
“I have an idea,” Dahyun said, her whole body perking up. “Don’t look at me like that, sometimes I have good ideas. Why don’t you invite her along for Yugyeom’s camping trip?”
“You mean the couple thing?”
Dahyun sighed. “It’s not a couple thing. It’s just… everyone there is part of a couple. Anyway, it might be a good way to make things less awkward.”
Mark blinked a few times, waiting for Dahyun to say ‘just kidding’ because it was an absolutely ridiculous idea. “What? How would that make things any less awkward?”
She shrugged. “I mean, it’s a great opportunity to break the tension. If you know what I mean.”
“Oh, fuck off,” Mark scowled.
You spent your entire shift thinking about Mark. Thinking about how you had completely messed up your relationship, and trying to figure out how to fix it all. It had been a stupid, drunken mistake, and you would take it back in a heartbeat if you could.
The past two weeks had been torture, tiptoeing around and trying your hardest to avoid him. You’d picked up extra shifts almost every day, figuring that if you were working, at least you didn’t have to pretend like everything was normal.
All you wanted was to come home, curl up on the couch with Milo and watch your favorite ridiculous TV shows while Mark snickered next to you, entertained by the disgustingly wealthy families on the screen no matter how much he pretended to hate it. You wanted to be able to lean into him, feel the body heat radiating off of him when his shoulder brushed yours.
You missed Mark. Even if you couldn’t say it out loud.
After much debating, you decided that the best way to apologize started with food. And you owed him, anyway, after he opened his home to you and let you stay there free of charge. A dinner was the least you could do.
You could tell once you walked into Paradise Tattoo just before closing time that Mark hadn’t been expecting you in the slightest. He was at the desk, going over papers with Dahyun, when the bell dinged to signal your entrance.
In his ripped jeans and muscle tee, all of his tattoos were on display for you, even the large quote he had inked onto his ribcage. You gulped and shoved your feelings down. That would only make things worse.
“Hi,” you said, greeting both Mark and Dahyun.
“Hey.” Mark scratched his head and straightened his posture. “What are you doing here?”
“Well,” you started, wringing your hands in front of you. “I wanted to see if you wanted to get dinner? On me. I owe you, anyway.”
Dahyun piped up, a mischievous smirk on her lips, “That’s a great idea. Mark was just talking about how hungry he was.
Mark cleared his throat and shot his co-worker what looked suspiciously like a glare. “No, I’m fine. You really don’t have to-”
“Come on,” you said, hiding a smile. “How about burgers? There’s a good place around the corner. It won’t kill you to let me pay, will it?”
You could see Mark weigh his options as he chewed his lip. Either end up hungry, settling for some quick frozen food later on, or bite the bullet and let you pay for his dinner. You knew it would hurt his pride to do so, but you wouldn’t back down. It was more than just the free room and board that you wanted to make up for.
“Alright,” he finally agreed. “Let me grab my stuff.”
It only took less than ten minutes for you to walk down to the burger place, but it felt like an hour as awkward silence hung around the two of you. It wasn’t until you were both seated at a corner booth inside the restaurant that you finally spoke up.
“Listen, Mark,” you said, looking up from the packet of ketchup you’d been nervously squishing between your fingers. “About that night…”
“No, you don’t-” Mark was quick to interrupt, but you held your hand up.
“Just let me, okay?” You sighed.
You’d rehearsed these words countless times in the bathroom mirror, and right now it felt like they were slipping right out of your fingers. Where were you supposed to start? With the kiss, straight away? Or getting so drunk that you’d needed to be taken care of in the first place?
“I’m just… really sorry. I was stupid to drink that much and it’s not your job to watch after me. I should be able to take care of myself.”
Mark stopped you again. “I didn’t mind taking care of you.”
“But it’s not your job, Mark. I’m an adult, and you’re letting me stay with you and asking for nothing in return. The least I could do is make it easy on you.”
“Y/N, if you could have seen me at your age, you wouldn’t feel so bad. We all get drunk and stupid sometimes,” Mark said with a shrug. It almost relieved some of your guilt until you remembered the kiss in the bathroom.
“Well...” You shook your head and looked back down at your hands. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him for this one. “I really shouldn’t have ki-”
“Hi! My name’s Lana, I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get you two something to drink while you look over the menus?”
A cheerful brunette appeared in front of you, a pen behind her ear and a wide grin plastered on her face. You glanced at Mark, then up at your waitress, not sure if you were grateful for the interruption or not.
“Um, can I just have a water?” you asked, voice small and uncomfortable in your throat.
“Same for me,” Mark agreed.
“Perfect! Let me know if you have any questions about the menu!”
You let out a long breath before you were able to look at Mark again. He was biting his cheek, his lips all twisted and holding back a laugh.
“What?” you asked.
“Her timing,” Mark got out, just as he let go of his laughter, throwing his head back.
To your own surprise, you found yourself shaking with laughter as well. Either from Mark’s contagious laugh giggle or the simple ridiculousness of the situation. Here you were, in a burger restaurant, apologizing to your older brother’s best friend for kissing him while you were heavily intoxicated.
You covered your face with your hands to suppress your own laughter, letting your back slump against the cushions of the booth. It all came to you then, just how silly you’d been the last two weeks.
“I am sorry, though,” you said, after you both settled down.
Mark’s eyes glinted as he watched you from across the table, the ghost of a smile still on his lips. “It’s alright. I mean it. Last time I was that drunk, I’m pretty sure I ran around the block in my underwear singing the Canadian national anthem.”
You giggled again at the mental image. “What? How did you even-”
“No idea. It’s like I was possessed by a drunk Canadian mischief demon.”
It was strange to imagine Mark and Taehyung in their teen years, since you’d been so young at the time, you could barely remember anything from that time of your life. You remembered Taehyung wearing the same pair of purple skinny jeans for three months because a girl at school had told him she liked them.
You remembered Taehyung letting you sit in the basement in your favorite cushioned chair while he and Mark played video games on the big screen. It had been your favorite place to read then, tuning out the rambunctious cries of defeat while you got lost in other worlds.
“So we’re okay, then?” you asked, after Lana had come back to take your order and left once more.
Mark nodded, a genuine smile on his lips. “We’re okay.”
“Maybe it’s weird, but…” you began, staring down at the wrapped silverware on the table instead of looking Mark in the eye. “Even though I grew up seeing you as Taehyung’s friend, that feels like a lifetime ago. And now I just kind of see you as… my friend. Like somebody I can trust.”
When you finally looked up at Mark, his expression was unreadable. His bottom lip was between his teeth, but his eyes looked somewhat uncomfortable. You worried for a second that you’d crossed a line.
“I owe a lot to your family,” Mark said after another long moment passed.
Even though you didn’t remember much about Mark from your childhood years, you knew his upbringing had been rough. His parents had been addicts, the kind that never should’ve been together, let alone bring a child into the world.
You’d never met his mom, but your own mother had made enough snide comments about her after Mark had gone home for you to understand just what kind of person she was.
“One of those low life, worthless drug addicts. Sleeping around with anyone that can help her out, if you know what I mean. Never should’ve been a mother.”
She had a funny way of showing her compassion sometimes.
Taehyung brought him over once after school and your mother had gotten one look at his threadbare clothes and hollow cheeks and taken him in as her new project. At first, he ate dinner with your family almost every night, and then she started making Taehyung pass over his any extra clothes he’d gotten that didn’t fit properly or that he simply didn’t like.
Mark did owe a lot to your family.
You didn’t know what to say. You’d been so young there was no way you could take credit for anything your parents had done for Mark, but still, you itched to comfort him. Even now, with the unsaid words lingering in the air, you sensed that he had never been able to fully open up to anybody. Though you didn’t deserve it, you wanted to be the first.
“Your mom,” you found yourself saying. “Is she…?”
Mark shook his head. “She’s gone. Passed away a couple years ago.”
Your face fell. If anything, you had expected her to have taken off for good or maybe gotten into some trouble she couldn’t get herself out of, but you hadn’t expected her to be gone.
“Oh, god, Mark. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
To your surprise, he only lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “I hadn’t seen her in a long time before that. Maybe two, three years. Then my aunt showed up on my doorstep with a box of her things and told me she OD’d in a gas station parking lot a week before.”
His voice wavered only slightly, but enough to tell you he cared more than he let on. You could only imagine how painful it would be to hear of your own mother’s passing a week after the fact.
“I’m sorry,” you said again.
Mark shook his head. “Don’t be. It’s weird,” he said, tongue running over his lower lip as he paused. “I’d stopped seeing her as my mother so long ago that… I felt like I’d already mourned her death. Fuck, that sounds bad, doesn’t it?”
“No,” you answered as you reached across the table, fingers laying across the back of Mark’s hand. “It doesn’t. At all.”
A moment passed between the two of you. You caught Mark’s eyes glancing down at your hand resting on his skin, but he made no move to avoid your touch.
“I never even went through her things. The box is just sitting at the back of my bedroom closet collecting dust.”
“Do you want to go through her things?” you asked.
Mark paused, chewing at the inside of his lip before he answered. “I don’t know.”
You nodded, somehow understanding exactly what he meant. Though you hadn’t gone through the same thing, you were familiar with avoiding a potentially painful and uncomfortable situation by simply pretending it didn’t exist. Hence why you had four unopened voicemails from your brother and parents.
You found yourself stroking the back of Mark’s hand with your thumb. It didn’t feel wrong to touch him like this, even though maybe it should have. All you wanted was to bring him a shred of the comfort he had deserved to have for much longer than you’d known him.
“Alrighty, and here we’ve got the bacon cheeseburger and sweet potato fries for the lady,” Lana exclaimed, immediately bursting your bubble as she returned to your table with your food balanced on a tray. You were quick to snatch your hand from Mark’s. “And a BBQ cheddar burger with curly fries for the handsome man.”
You didn’t miss the way Lana winked as she placed Mark’s food in front of him. This girl was not getting a generous tip from you, that was for sure.
“I told you, after that depressing dinner conversation, we need to do something fun,” you told Mark as you carried your skincare basket out from the bathroom into the living room.
“And this is fun for who?”
You threw him a playful glance and plopped down onto the floor in front of the couch on your knees, setting your basket on the cushion and sifting through it.
“Both of us. Just trust me.”
Catching the skeptic look on Mark’s face, you could only grin to yourself as you pulled out a tube of your favorite clay mask. He didn’t know just how relaxing a good face mask could be, but you were willing to show him.
“I’ll even go first,” you told him.
Mark lifted his feet to prop them up on the coffee table as Milo curled up like a tiny ball of cotton on his lap. You’d both changed out of your work clothes into comfy clothes, and you couldn’t help noticing how warm Mark looked in his white joggers and oversized black hoodie. You wouldn’t mind snuggling up into that space between his side and the couch cushion…
You sighed and shook your head, attempting to clear the less-than-platonic thoughts from your mind. If you were going to make this friendship work, you would need to stop thinking about him like that. Immediately.
“Can I ask you something?” Mark said after a beat of silence as you popped open the cap to your mask.
“Hm?” you asked, propping your personal sized makeup mirror on the couch so that you could see yourself while you applied your mask.
“Yugyeom’s family has a yearly pass to this campground, and every year he does this weekend camping trip…” he trailed off for a moment and you forced yourself not to react, instead focusing on applying your charcoal mask to your cheeks. “This year, it somehow ended up as a couple thing, so Dahyun suggested I invited a friend along. So…”
Lifting your eyes from your own reflection, you watched as Mark struggled to finish his thought.
“So…” you said, helping him along. “Are you asking me to come with you?”
Immediately, a neon flashing red alarm screeched in your mind. ‘This is a terrible idea! You must say no!’ it screamed.
“Only if you want to. I mean, it’s a cool place. Their lot is right by this swimming hole and there’s a fire pit, so we normally bring a ton of booze and cook our own food over the fire…”
Mark ran his fingers through his deep red locks of hair, his nerves displayed clearly on his face. You weren’t sure why he was so nervous to ask you, but it came off as incredibly endearing. Despite the warnings blaring in your mind, you found yourself nodding.
“Okay.”
Mark looked at you then, his eyes finally locking on yours, and the corner of his lips lifted in a hopeful smile. “Really?”
You couldn’t help grinning as well. “Yeah. I mean, on one condition…”
“Oh?”
“Mhm,” you replied, holding up the mask tube and popping the cap back open. “You let me put this mask on you.”
“Aish,” Mark said and shook his head. “No way. Not worth it.”
“Oh, come on, you big baby!”
You stood from the floor and climbed onto the couch, crawling to his side and squeezing some of the mask onto your index and middle fingers. “It’s not that bad!”
“Get away from me!” Mark exclaimed with a laugh, dodging your fingers. Milo hopped up onto the arm of the couch, stomping his cute little paws a few times.
“Just let me pamper you, Mark!”
He let out another laugh, louder this time, trying to reach for the mask to steal from your grasp, but he wasn’t fast enough. You giggled, ducking to miss his hands as he grabbed for your wrists.
Somehow, you found yourself straddling him, thighs resting on either side of Mark’s waist.
“Real men wear face masks!” you exclaimed with a shout of victory as you finally managed to smear a good amount of the clay mask across Mark’s left cheek.
“Oh, you little-” he replied, hands reaching for your sides underneath the long sleeved shirt you were wearing. He tickled your sides, a joyful laugh falling from his lips when you started squealing.
Milo yapped a few times from the arm of the chair, presumably because he thought that you were hurting Mark or vice versa, but his protective barks only made you laugh harder.
“Mark! Stop it!”
You gasped for breath, wriggling on top of him and dropping the mask tube, fighting between giggling and trying to swat his hands away.
“It’s what you deserve, you sneak,” he said, his hands still squeezing and tickling your sides, unknowingly drifting further up your shirt to your ribs.
Twisting and turning, you finally managed to grab his wrists and yanked them from under your shirt. You held them firmly in between your bodies, even though he could have easily overpowered you.
Your chest heaved up and down with the last of your giggles. Mark stared up at you, still smiling and out of breath. The air suddenly became thick as you held eye contact, your hands falling from his wrists to his chest.
“Y/N,” Mark whispered.
‘Danger! Danger!’ your mind yelled.
Mark’s hands, now free from your hold, landed on your hips. You felt his thumbs slip under the hem of your shirt, stroking the bare skin of your stomach. Your heart pounded beneath your rib cage at his gentle touch.
“Mark,” you said, intending on telling him to stop, but it quickly died in your throat.
His chin tipped up, making you realize just how close you were to him now. You weren’t sure who had leaned in first, but only a few mere inches separated your lips from his now. If you only bent forward a bit, you could…
It reminded you, all of the sudden, of the kiss in the bathroom. It had been quick, but long enough for you to slide your tongue past his lips. You remembered the shock to your system the moment you had felt the cold metal of a tongue piercing.
“Y/N,” Mark said again. “Tell me to stop.”
His voice was quiet but you felt like you could read between the lines. He didn’t want to stop, and the only way he was going to stop was if you made it clear that you didn’t want this.
But you did. You’d wanted it from the moment he ran his fingers over the tattoo he’d inked onto your skin one of those first nights, a soft ghost of a touch that made goosebumps form on every inch of your skin.
You weren’t stupid, you knew that this was all wrong for a variety of reasons, the least of which being that he was your roommate. But that meant nothing to you compared to the way his hands felt on your skin.
Before you could open your mouth, tell him that you didn’t want him to stop, an 8-bit version of the Mario Kart theme blasted from somewhere behind you. You jumped, your heart skipping several beats from the surprise.
Mark took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, blinking a few times before he gently guided your hips to climb off of him. “Sorry, I should…”
The ringtone felt familiar but you couldn’t figure out why. Even as you watched Mark grab for his phone off the coffee table and immediately silence it, you wracked your brain to try and remember where you had heard that ringtone before.
It was as if Taehyung had known, the moment that Mark quieted the little voice in his head telling him not to be so close to you and that this was wrong in so many ways, and finally accepted his feelings for you.
Maybe he had a sixth sense.
The moment that had passed between you then had been effectively ruined as soon as he was reminded of two things: you were his childhood best friend’s little sister, and he had already ruined your life even if you didn’t know it yet.
But he’d been so close to giving in. You’d been on top of him, smiling in that innocently beautiful way that you did, your thighs caging in his hips. He hadn’t missed the fact that he could feel you with every inch of him, considering how he’d begged his body not to react, not to harden beneath you. Between the thin layers of his sweats and your sleep shorts, there was no way you wouldn’t notice.
Later, after you’d grabbed a washcloth so you could both wipe the face mask off your faces and awkwardly watch TV for an hour before enough time could pass for you to realistically head off to bed, Mark listened to the voicemail Taehyung had left.
“Hey man. I just wanted to let you know that uh, I’m going to try and head to the city and look for Y/N in a few weeks. If you see her again or have any idea where she might be, let me know. I really appreciate it, my mom’s been going crazy… anyway, maybe we can grab a drink or something once I’m in town. I’ll hit you up. Thanks again, Mark.”
Mark was glad he was in the privacy of his own bedroom when he listened to the message so you didn’t see the way he threw his phone down on the bed, muttering curse words to himself and trying to forget how heavenly you had felt on top of him.
It was impossible. All he could think about was your skin under his fingertips, how your lips had been so soft and smooth and close to his, and how the weight of you on top of him had been enough to make him hard.
His only option was to shut himself in the bathroom and crank the shower all the way to the coldest temperature that he could stand and pray that it would be enough to keep him from sneaking into your bedroom that night.
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hi this is evilmario666 anon. im ok now and i realized that despite the misogyny that does exist on account of genre and perspective re:zero actually understands the subaru archetype of guy very well and i was jumping to conclusions too quickly based on what i was seeing. it was impolite and unfair of me and id like to apologize both to re;zero and you, i am no longer on the verge of a blood rage. thanks once more because i am genuinely having a ball of a time . lost track of arc numbers but im on the one where subaru accidentally SPOILERS kills emilia becaus he tries to reveal return by death
NO YEA ANON ITS OK sorry i didnt respond to ur first ask last night i was too tired to read long things lol
but i TOTALLY get how you feel like subaru early on legit annoyed me with his behavior, and it was completely intentional. not that he didnt have his endearing traits, i think the first thing that made me really like him was the fact that he got to know the names of the village kids and legit cared about them a lot because before getting to know them he just considered them and everyone around him as "npcs", and the village kids in particular arent "important" characters. (also dont take all of what im about to say as subaru hate, having read most of the story now i legit love the guy but im just talking abt his portrayal in the show in the early arcs)
basically arc 1 just served to introduce us to characters and concepts so there wasnt all too much of an arc there, subaru is dense as hell so he still came out of all that thinking he was gonna get his Isekai Harem Fantasy and so when he arrived at the mansion in arc 2 he literally treated all the characters like tropes (even before that though he would assume emilia's behavior based on what the tropey response would be). he just didnt see any of them as people and thats where a lot of the conflict came from, in order to overcome in that arc he had to actually befriend both rem and ram in a way that actually mattered, and he really did start to care about them as people and we know that because of the story he tells ram about the ogres.
arc 3 though addresses his mindset about this hero fantasy he has a lot more bluntly, because while he may have grown some in arc 2, he still has a huge martyr complex and places emilia into this role where he gets to be her hero even though she didnt ask for that, and their fight about it is simultaneously really satisfying to see him called out, and hard to watch because hes being such a child about it, hes so incredibly entitled to her at this point. the show luckily frames him as completely in the wrong and shows us the nastiest parts of this mindset in him. one of my favorite scenes in this arc is the one where he accidentally kills her, but just before that. when he rushes into the room and yells at her about how shes useless and unable to save anyone and we focus on her face, and she just says "why are you crying?" and the cut zooms into her eye to reveal that he was staring at his own reflection in it, he was talking to himself. that just perfectly describes what she is to him at that point- a beacon to project all his insecurity and doubt. re:zero loves using those eye-reflection shots, and i love seeing them because my absolute favorite theme in the story is "self-recognition through the other"
subaru does legitimately learn and become better, he acknowledges how shitty hes been in his convo with rem and it gets turned into a really sweet moment between the two of them, and it gets memed a lot but "i love emilia" is honestly a really good line because its in that moment that he stops trying to either run away or project and face his feelings genuinely in a way that doesnt throw her under the bus. by the time arc 4 rolls around hes so much more likable, and his dynamic and relationship with emilia becomes honestly really cute, the way they talk is sort of dorky and charming (spoilers, but even when they have another argument that calls back to the one they had in arc 3, you feel its coming from a legit place now, and when he kisses her he does so only after getting explicit consent and telling her its okay to dodge). hes so much more sympathetic and you really root for him. i loved the choice to not show any of his backstory until arc 4, the point where youre supposed to be on his side completely.
all that being said though its NOT a series i think is perfect nor do i think its super feminist, i just think its a good deconstruction of these isekai tropes and calls them out in a blunt way that i enjoy seeing. there are lots of things about it that i dont like too though, some of the character designs sort of bother me and seem antithetical to this, part of that is that the writer and character designer are different people but it still passed. but i still enjoy the story and characters enough that it doesnt totally sully my enjoyment of it (some are more egregious than others tho). at the end of the day im so along for this whole ride, i love the way it explores its themes, again especially the whole "self-recognition through the other" thing but also suicidal ideation and of course the deconstruction of what the isekai genre has become.
TL;DR: the series perfectly understands the type of nerdboy that watches isekai anime and wants to be sent to another world just like their favorite blank-slate nerdy protagonist and it directly calls them out, saying "no. youre not gonna be an OP hero who saves the day and gets all the bitches with that fucking attitude. youre not gonna be able to escape your insecurities via this escapism, you treat the women around you like trash, youre not entitled to any of this, youre just pathetic." and though subaru is a character that gets better many of the viewers of the series straight up plugged their ears to its themes so they can jack off to rem lol.
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James “translightyagami/avoidfilledwithcelluloid” Death Note Fic Masterlist
Hello to all you guys out there. Here is my full masterlist of allllll the Death Note fanfic I’ve written: There are over 120 fics contained within this entire list. I’m going to split it up by chapter fics, one-shot fics, short fic compilations, and gift fics I’ve done for fandom exchanges. The descriptions will tell you what the pairings are (mostly Lawlight, but there’s other stuff too). There are several posts of mine that are loosely defined fic, but I won’t be adding those in this post as they are just … hard to organize lol.
Fics are marked with E if they have explicit content and T if there are textual references to transgender characters. Chapter fics are marked as either complete or currently incomplete. Okay! Here we go!
[UPDATED 11/20/2021]
CHAPTER FICS
sit and stay awhile https://archiveofourown.org/works/31032719 complete Light has a fantasy of sitting in L’s lap, and he’s got a plan to make that a reality.
the art of ink and flowers https://archiveofourown.org/works/35106943 currently incomplete, E, T Light needs an apprentice and thinks he's found the perfect one in young firecracker Mello. Now to deal with Mello's uncle, the strange, mysterious, and - oops! - super hot florist Ryuzaki, who doesn't want his nephew near a tattoo parlor. What could possibly go wrong?
i could write it (better than you ever felt it) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13913043 currently incomplete Light works in the To-Oh university library, where he meets his favorite romantic mystery author, Eraldo Coil, who later reveals himself to be the great detective L. Through the course of their working together to solve a crime, Light finds he might have feelings for L and those feelings might be shared by the detective novelist.
your heart is an empty cup https://archiveofourown.org/works/13027707 currently incomplete Light is the assistant manager of a Starbucks in NYC, and L is one of his most annoying customers. When L accuses Light (correctly) of being Kira, as well as mysteriously asking for his help on a different case, the barista has to decide if he’s ready to get in bed with the enemy – maybe even literally.
the forest holds strange creatures https://archiveofourown.org/works/16442660 complete, E, T Light, a paranormal research grad student, comes to a small town trying to find a mysterious cryptid. He finds L, a 10-foot-tall tree creature, who helps Light discover the greatest cryptid of all: love. The only reason this one is in the chapter fic section is because it includes a Halloween special chapter with the intro of Beyond Birthday into the cryptid AU.
At Your Service https://archiveofourown.org/works/19229524 complete, E, T The Yagami family owns the sprawling, exclusive Hotel Kitsune where all sorts of international espionage agents make their temporary home. That includes the great detective L, whose romantic tension with Light comes to a boiling point when he comes to stay after a long absence.
best practices https://archiveofourown.org/works/21113519 complete, E, T Light has been working his way to the top of the corporate ladder thanks to his own hard work, and his more-than-close relationship with L, the company CEO and founder’s son. Their relationship comes to a head when L challenges Light to open himself up, making him vulnerable to showing the true depth of what he feels for L and his own desire to explore sexual power dynamics.
ONE-SHOT FICS
tell me the truth https://archiveofourown.org/works/12592320 E, T Light and Matsuda hit up a bar after work, and then Light hits up Matsuda for sex, praise, and a distraction from the deep emptiness inside him.
constricting https://archiveofourown.org/works/13721580 E, T Light breaks L’s favorite tea cup in their kitchen, and L eats him out because he loves his husband so much.
tell me I’m good https://archiveofourown.org/works/13986861 E In the middle of the night, L receives a drunk call from Light, hiding in the bathroom at a party. The call, turning from desperate to horny, reveals more about Light than L wanted to know.
if at first you don’t succeed https://archiveofourown.org/works/15119816 E, T Light gave his first blow job and accidentally bit L on the dick. He tries to make up for his mistake by trying again.
let me work on you https://archiveofourown.org/works/15884799 E, T As the result of losing bet to him, Light has to be L’s computer desk – naked and laying over his boyfriend’s lap. Of course, when L gives him another sexy challenge, Light can’t help but rise to the occasion.
alterations https://archiveofourown.org/works/17945957 E, T Light comes to visit his boyfriend Mikami at his fancy law office and suggests they have sex there. When Mikami reacts unfavorably, Light has to do damage control, and it smarts a lot more than he expected.
lizard https://archiveofourown.org/works/18552499 E, T Light meets a beefcake guy at a bar on the anniversary of L’s death, and lets him take him home (Lizard is my death note OC, and the fic was a wonderful commission from @queerical)
Buried Alive https://archiveofourown.org/works/19705540 L and Light live together in L’s underground bunker after the apocalypse scorches the Earth. They watch some VHS tapes and do some gardening.
Our Little Secret https://archiveofourown.org/works/23822881 E After getting his memories, his freedom, back, Light wants to give L a gift: Kira tied up at his mercy. But L isn’t so sure if that gift is the one he really wants.
The Light of the Moon https://archiveofourown.org/works/25052722 E, T L is a vampire and accidentally bites Light, who is haunted by dreams that make him question why he wants L to bite him again (and maybe … something more …)
little animals https://archiveofourown.org/works/26829778 E Light and his werewolf boyfriend L fuck in their backyard garden.
Change OR the one where L and Light get married https://archiveofourown.org/works/27748159 E, T A gift/commish fic for @ohgodplsdontlook. Six years after the Kira case closes, L and Light go have a wedding in the mansion where L spent his childhood summers. They bring the Yagami family, their baggage, and vows to share each other’s secrets.
a divine power https://archiveofourown.org/works/28018197 E L has a particular power that has helped him get confessions from even the most hardened, tight-lipped criminals, and he offers to use this power on Light to get an honest answer to the question "Are You Kira?" Not really believing L's power is real (and also smelling an easy way to lie his way out of being caught) Light agrees to submit to this bizarre investigative power - not realizing that L is about to make him a *very* honest man. (TL;DR, L has a Magic Cock That Makes Anyone He Fucks Fall in Love With Him AU.)
Possession https://archiveofourown.org/works/29232294 E After being killed by his family for being Kira, Light makes a deal with the demon L to get back to the mortal realm - a very, very sexy deal.
24-Hour Gym https://archiveofourown.org/works/29415480 After the yellow warehouse goes (mortally) in their favor, Light and Mikami frequent the same 24-hour gym. Eventually, after seeing all his work out skills, Light asks Mikami if he can bench press *Kira*.
Fantasy of a Fantasy https://archiveofourown.org/works/29729685 E, T While monitoring the Yagami family home for suspicious activity, L catches Light getting off to a dirty magazine and projects what he thinks his main suspect's fantasies might be.
the chains that bind us https://archiveofourown.org/works/32051299 E, T Obligatory post-Yotsuba arc fic where Light is released from the handcuffs, and wants desperately to be back in bondage with L. Features a very creative use of the handcuff chain.
Kept https://archiveofourown.org/works/33334282 E, T Omegaverse AU where Light cooks up a horny evil scheme so that L won’t throw him in jail, and also lets him get that alpha lovin’ he so desires.
so glad you’re home https://archiveofourown.org/works/33977605 E, T L returns from a solo case and he and Light have a purr-fect homecoming together - including some spanking, cat ears, and a shower of sappy affection.
SHORT FIC COMPLIATIONS
hand in unlovable hand https://archiveofourown.org/works/15025058 E Okay so I’ve been answering Tumblr askbox prompts for over 2 years now, and this? This is ALL of the Lawlight fics. There are over 70 Lawlight fics in this compilation, with all the nsfw fics marked as such. Here are somethings you’ll find in this horde: an AU where L is fat; dirty talk; ghost sex; phone calls about buying a house; early morning tea; kissing; spanking; bondage; L’s hair being brushed; and much, much more. If you have wished for a particular type of Lawlight fic, it is probably in this bunch.
Containing Multitudes https://archiveofourown.org/works/17570645 E Like i said, I’ve been answering all types of Tumblr prompts. These are all the multi-pairing fics that are not Lawlight. In over 20 fics, you’ll find Mikalight, Light/Misa, Misa/Takada, Misa/Rem, Light/Namikawa, Beyond/Light, Light/Matsuda, and even a few ones with Light and my DN OC Lizard. All nsfw fics are marked as such.
hereditary https://archiveofourown.org/works/17159354 All the Tumblr prompt fics I wrote specifically about the Yagami Family. About 4 fics long, includes a really nice couple of Sayu and Light sibling sadness fics.
bottom shelf erotica https://archiveofourown.org/works/20899706 E These are the 5 fics that I wrote to fill Death Note kinkmeme prompts. They are few frills, dirty, sloppy, all bottom Light smut fics. Also, since I didn’t want to give myself away on kinkmeme they’re all cis stuff. (because really who else would have been throwing trans smut up there?)
something between us (anyway) https://archiveofourown.org/works/30304620 T, E a slowly updating collection of 10 tumblr fic requests I received for the pairings of lawlight and (my DN OC) lizard/light, covering prompts including omegaverse, coffee shop AU, sexy lingerie, and much, much more.
kinktober 2021 https://archiveofourown.org/works/34235686 E, T updated each saturday of Oct. 2021, these five fics all revolve around lawlight and specific kinky prompts.
GIFT EXCHANGE FICS
your father’s son https://archiveofourown.org/works/15115568 T A Secret Shinigami 2018 gift for AbbodonAbandon. Light and Soichiro have a talk about why Light quit the tennis team. Lots of trans shit in here.
in your shoes https://archiveofourown.org/works/22405516 E A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @pashmina-dhaage. L is a professor who is having a quiet relationship with one of his grad students, Light. When he sees Light through his office window stepping in mud, L rushes to give him the shoes off his feet.
wash it out https://archiveofourown.org/works/22405648 A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @complicatedmerary. Mikami and Light, a pianist and violinist respectively with the same opera company, are carrying on a passionate affair while Light remains married to the opera’s soprano, Misa.
Thank you for Reading, Commenting, and Being Nice to Me About My Silly Fic!
#me me me#subtextual#death note#lawlight#my fic#death note fanfiction#woof! okay!#i know i'm posting at the worst time#but i'm gonna pin this so everyone can see
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