#then have i really written faith properly

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Helloooo your recs give me life. You’ve probably done this before, but any recommendations for fics that include a brutally pining Derek and oblivious Stiles? Ideally canon-verse but aus are also loved. Thanks in advance!!

I'm sure I have, but I love pining in all fics. So I'm happy to make a million lists of it.

Fun by Halevetica

(1/1 I 3,889 I Teen)

Stiles convinces Derek to go to the annual Beacon Hills bonfire with him, with the promise of fun. What he gets instead are a lot of assumptions that he and Stiles are dating, and Stiles' too-eager dismissals, which are decidedly NOT fun for Derek.

Game On by stilinskisparkles

(1/1 I 6,391 I Teen)

Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by. He flicks the page in his book and highlights something, tossing the cap up in the air and catching it with his teeth.

Written in the Stars by Quixoticity

(6/6 I 26,586 I Mature)

Derek Hale is a lucky guy. He's got a great family, good friends, and a fulfilling job as a tattoo artist.

He's also one of the twenty-five per cent of the population born with a soul mark.

He likes his life, but he's waiting for his soul-match. The odds of meeting them aren't great but hey, Derek's a lucky guy. He has faith.

He can't believe how good his luck really is when one day his soul-match wanders right into his studio, all long limbs and copper eyes. There's just one problem: Stiles is there to get his soul mark covered up. Permanently.

Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell

(5/5 I 35,458 I Mature)

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

too busy being yours to fall for somebody new by whiry

(12/12 I 64,278 I Teen)

Stiles, worried that Scott may actually leave him behind because of his newfound popularity, is desperate to cling to something away from the drama of Lydia Martin's amazing parties and the woes of high school lacrosse. What he finds is Derek Hale, a guy who seemingly hates Stiles at first, but slowly, and insistently, becomes friends with him. As their friendship grows, Stiles starts to wonder if they could ever become something more or if pushing what they have will lead him to being alone for good.

All the Weird Kids (Know How to Take it Slow) by Ionaonie

(26/26 I 112,477 I General)

Stiles never thought being part of a werewolf Pack would end up being so normal. Even being around Derek had a degree of normality about it. Even if he was still an overbearing jerk most of the time.

When it all comes crumbling down by Littleredridinghunter

(18/18 I 216,191 I Not Rated)

Stiles is recovering from the Nogitsune. Erica is the only one that is really there for him, Scott's too busy rekindling his relationship with Allison and Stiles feels like he's falling apart.

When a near-miss with a kelpie results in an encounter that he could never have predicted, Stiles begins to think his life might be getting back on track.

He's wrong.

Stiles' life is so messed up he can't even begin to explain it, maybe it's time for him to finally do something for himself and get out of Beacon Hills. But where will that path lead?

With Stiles involved, no doubt danger and death won't be far behind.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #pining #pining!derek #oblivious!stiles #anon

[hattersarts]

gomens s2 thoughts, all spoilers!

I spent 10 hours talking to my housemate about the season after we binged the whole thing in the morning but here are the highlights and the biggest takeaways from the season.

okay i did love the ending, i love that we get the conformation of love AND going into the divorce arc next season (if they're not properly together by the end of season 3 however, i am rioting) they're slow burn and a whole season of them getting to the final 10mins was tasty.

HOWEVER. it was an extremely clunky season when it comes to writing, lots of either set ups missed OR set ups repeated 4 times that they're drilled into out heads. there was also lots of dialogue that really needed to be tightened up. the lesbians were so poorly written i thought they might have needed to be cut BUT they just needed to have more bearing on the rest of the plot AND say things like real people would say things and LITERALLY SHOW ONE SINGLE REASON WHY THEY WOULD LIKE EACH OTHER WITHIN THE FIRST EPISODE.

gabe/bulz romance was the one that should have been cut, have them do more of a oh-my-god-my-boss-sucks kind of thing, lean into them complaining about having to avert a civil war after armageddon stopped and touch on the "structural problems" the angels mention later. Have gabe/bulz be super punished for working together which puts huge fear into az and crowley about what happens if you try to team up as an angel/demon pair (but an extra reason why az takes the job at the end so he and crowley can be the same)

imo it works more if the only mirror of their romance is the HUMANS which should lean into themes to season 3 of how they need to team up with humans (re:"us vs them" line at the end of season 1) to actually achieve their happy ending.

Nina and maggies best scene was their last one telling crowley he needed to talk to az but i think that was one that needed to be cut, it would have been far more satisfying to have crowely work out it out himself that he loves az and wants to tell him (still via maggie and nina but more subtle rather than them telling him to his face AND via spending more time with az in the season)

flashbacks were all pretty good, loved the jobe one and that final "lonely" scene. the nazi one needed some trimming the most (why did all three come back to earth, it made scenes too crowed, have them fight to be a zombie)

shax was disappointing, she was kind of just incompetent the whole way through which didnt make the stakes very exciting, (that whole scene of her talking to the legion was unfunny and pointless) i wanted crowley to mentor her more like when he gave her advice in the first few meetings we saw (kind of in a very non-demonic way, not expecting anything in return) and her to then meet him on equal footing in the finale. would have been a little accidental taste for Crowley to have his good deeds come back to haunt him while showing he's different to demons.

speaking of the finale fight, that halo had NO set up, it was sick as hell but ??? the fuck did that come from. the fight should have been won by az and crowley performing another HUGE miracle together, discorporating the demons (which then would alert heaven and hell something was up in the bookshop and the final scene can happen)

az taking the job from metatron was very good, its consistent with his character where he still hasn't let go of his faith in good/god, he's only been upset by the angels running heaven and still has faith in the system while crowley has realised none of it works and it's only them together that matters. it was nice to show he still hasn't truly accepted crowley for who he is now (tho imo he knows he loves him, he just hasn't quite unrepressed himself) and him not turning down the job after crowley confesses to him shows he still thinks he can fix it. Crowley on the other hand thinks he's now lost him, az has broken he the trust he had in him, he's going to be in big depression mode

few thoughts of good directions for S3:

finally delivering on what crowley said at the end of S1 I think is the most satisfying. the final showdown should be humans Vs heaven/hell with Crowley and az on the human side, helping them win the conflict. there would be suggestions that this is actually god's ineffable plan, this is a conflict she wants to happen and the things that Crowley and az went through are what make them perfect ambassadors to help the humans.

the set up for az in S3 to finally work out he and Crowley can't work out within the unfair rules of the system and for him to abandon heaven (tho not I think, becoming a demon) is good. a sucky ending imo for season 3 is if az somehow "fixes" heaven and via bureaucracy and not via blowing it all up.

growth moments for Crowley in S3 might be having more contact with humans since he's already abandoned hell and it would put az & crowley on similar footing (as az very much loves humans already) when they decided to side with humans for a humans Vs heaven/hell conflict.

anyway, gay people

#this is all the surface stuff really #im having fun re-plotting the episodes for thr same end but tweaked to be more satisfying

[coraniaid]

The only thing more powerful than the Buffy writers' reluctance to give screentime to a woman over the age of thirty is the collective Buffy fandom's eagerness to seize on the slightest scrap of canon characterization as evidence that said thirty-plus-year old woman is some sort of monster.

The show: Willow Rosenberg likes spending time with her mother and does so willingly even after moving out (as we see, for example, in Forever) and her mother was keen to invite her high school boyfriend over for dinner to try to get to know him as soon as Willow admitted to her that he existed (at the end of Gingerbread) and her mother was fully accepting (literally "proud") of Willow when she came out as a lesbian (already implicit, but confirmed in The Killer In Me). Oh, but she has a full time job in academia and sometimes Willow wishes she paid her more attention (this despite the fact that Willow canonically does hide things from her all the time) and she doesn't always notice when Willow cuts her hair or properly remember her friends' names and she only met Willow's first girlfriend a few times.

The fandom: well, clearly Willow is as much a victim of parental abuse as Xander Harris or Amy Madison or Faith Lehane. This is a completely reasonable and proportionate conclusion to come to based on one on-screen appearance and some throwaway lines of dialogue.

I mean ... don't get me wrong. Shelia Rosenberg is not a good mother. She's not much more than a cardboard cutout, really. Less of a character than even Hank Summers, and that's saying something.

What she is, really, is the sort of lazy cliche you get in a lot of teen movies of the 1990s and 2000s (something which is true of Joyce Summers as well at times, only Sheila is permitted far less depth or screen presence or other redeeming features). She's a somewhat reactionary take on the idea of an adult woman who dares to have a professional career and therefore cannot "properly" attend to the needs of her children. A woman too busy focusing on the abstract (her academic study of "adolescent development") to care about the practical (the growing pains of her own teenage daughter).

(Get it? See, it's funny, because she's a woman with both a child and a career. What will those crazy feminists dream up next?)

As written, Willow's mother kind of sucks: not because she's a bad person but because she isn't written as a person at all. She's a joke, and not a good one.

But the weirdly popular idea On Here that Willow is somehow traumatized by having what is, by all accounts, a fairly ordinary and comfortable childhood is absurd. There is simply nothing in the text to support this.

#btvs #the one character on Buffy played by a woman over 30 who the fandom don't insist is an evil monster is Drusilla #which is pretty funny actually since she very much is one #like I love Drusilla and I think she should have been in the show much much more but she very much is capital E Evil #she cheerfully tried to end the world! twice! in one season! she literally eats children! #but she cannot be coded as a Bad Mother so she gets woobified to the role of loving and self-sacrificing innocent ex-girlfriend instead

[15-lizards]

Imo there is not enough Valyria content out there so I would LOVE to see your thoughts/headcanons on what the geography, city, fashion, etc. looked like

okay this ones a little difficult because even though Valyria is clearly inspired by Rome, I don't like roman (aka greek) architecture for them it just doesn't really fit to me. Honestly its hard to assign any real life inspo because the existence of dragons would have had some major impact on the society as a whole, architecture included

However, if I had to pick a type to ascribe to Old Valyria, my first choice would be a twist on Hindu architecture. I am absolutely obsessed with the sheer amount of details on the buildings (especially the Meenaskshi Temple at the bottom, everyone please go look at more pictures of it it's gorgeous). It's incredibly complex but also tends to be very symmetrical, the styles perfected over hundreds and hundreds of years. I also really love the idea of the spaces being open and well lit, it fits well.

Another alternative is traditional Chinese architecture, with the added bonus of dragon motifs that are already there :D Another type of architecture with an intense focus on details, symmetry, and how the design of a space affects a person. Architecture is a reflection of where a society is in their development, and I find that this could be a good inspiration for Valyria, an advanced culture with the excess time and resources to build things like these.

Woof okay clothing is all over the place I need to brainstorm and tighten my focus on different inspos (also I wish I could draw well so I can blend these styles properly but alas...anyways we ball). The main thing is mediterranean cultures I know that much. The Iberian Peninsula, Rome, Greece, the Minoans, Malta, Cyprus, etc etc all the ancient clothing and traditional costumes from around the Mediterranean Sea. Valyria was in a warmer, damper climate, meaning lots of loose fabric that could let air through but wouldn't weigh you down. Also doubling as shields from the sun. You get the gist I use this type of clothing all the time.

Okay Random Cultural Things Time

Art and literature? honestly really important because while yes this was a conquering civilization, they needed their exploits to live on in wall frescoes and written epics and dramatic pantomimes. I think they were literate, and probably spread written Valyrian to all the colonies, so that they were easily assimilated. People particularly fond of their dragons had pictures of them made and statues sculpted so that they would live on after their death.

Sports and entertainment also pretty big as well. Valyrians were a highly competitive people To Me so I think that riding, swimming, wrestling, racing, and other games were popular with the people, even those in the higher classes. Also fuck it I bet they raced their dragons. A really tall amphitheater where rich men lost money as they watched dragons circle around the ring. Or fight in midair, if the dragon riders were prisoners or sentenced to death.

As for religion, the Valyrians worshipped the gods that gave them dragons, but also tolerated the other faiths of the places the conquered, just in order to ease tensions (and because they had no dragons so why would they worship dragon gods). I like the idea of Roman household gods, with small altars in every home. Statues of the gods of the home, along with any gods a particular family might favor, along with ancestor veneration and dragon veneration. Dragon skulls and dragon masks on the walls baby!

#woah this was really long #spent my entire women and gender studies class doing this sorry Judith butler #asoiaf worldbuilding

[catyo90]

Fighting Fate: Chapter 2

Ch.1,

(Wow you guys really wanted a continuation of this....well who the heck am I to deny yall. Consider this a confirmed series that I will write out. Enjoy!!!)

-

Ganondorf smiled to himself as he overlooked his kingdom, to see the women and children going about their days as the sounds of the desert surrounded the area with the sun beginning to set for the day. He looked over his shoulder to see Zelda at his desk writing out a letter to be sent to all of the realms as to inform of the union that would come to pass. He couldn’t help but find it a bit funny that she needed a plush pillow in order to sit properly as the desk was much bigger.

He knew that this union would be a difficult one to accept, but if he was truly to insure his peoples freedom then he would be willing. But in the back of his mind he knew this union was not entirely unwelcome. She was a fair and wise girl for such a young age and his attempt to wed Sonia was never going to come to pass, he scoffed at the memory of when he first saw Queen Sonia when both of them were teens. She was just as beautiful as she was now, but years of being apart caused them to drift apart, especially when he found out her betrothal to the Zonai. A memory that would haunt him for the rest of his days.

A small tap on his arm made him flinch ever so slightly as he looked down to see Zelda holding the finished letters.

“You wished to over look the letters did you not?” She asked as he nodded to her and took them to read them. In short they were a simple and none showed of any fear or warning of their union. The ones to the Zora, Goron and Rito were straight to the point and offered comforting words in showing that the union was agreed by both parties. The one written to the hyrulian though were written more as a sign of peace, saying more how the Gerudo were treating her fairly and how no hostility was found with him. It was strange to see how she wrote positive words of his people when many hyrulian saw most Gerudo as thieves and warriors with no mercy.

“They are acceptable. I will have my fastest riders send them to your guards at the border then they can deliver them to each realm.”

“Before you do there is one matter you still need to do.”

He gave her puzzled look as she handed him the quill. 

“A show of good faith with your signature and mine on each of them will show that there is no hidden agendas or tricks for the others to worry for.”

He scoffed.

“As if they would care for what I think. They will never truly trust us.” He gestured out to the kingdom.

“Then make them. I promise you...it will help. They will see that you truly wish for peace, trust me on this matter King Ganondorf.”

He was about to speak out once more but he knew there was no point, she was quite headstrong and stubborn, she would make a better Gerudo than Hylian with such traits. He walked over to the desk and signed his name at the bottom of each letter and she signed her own name next to his.

“Perfect, now they may be sent out. She said walking up to one of the women guards who kneeled down and took them bowing her head to both of them leaving them in the room by themselves.

Ganondorf simply shook his head pinching the bridge of his nose realizing that there would be even more political matters in the future. Something a warrior king truly hated...maybe even more the idea of swearing fealty to Rauru.

Zelda turned her gaze to him and softly coughed to get his attention.

“If you would be willing...I would like to see more of your kingdom. Perhaps a walk around the city before it gets too dark.”

He thought on it for a moment before walking over to the throne grabbing his blade in hand. As he motioned for her to follow him. She did so trying to match his speed, every step he took would be equal to three of her own. She watched as he walked ahead of her down the main stairs to see the women guards she had come with were being offered some fruits and drinks as some of the Gerudo women placed fabrics down on the ground clearly showing good faith. The guards noticed her walking with him and for a moment were about to stand up at attention until she waved a hand at them for them to be at ease. It pleased her to see that not all of the Gerudo seemed to hate the Hylians, perhaps staying in his domain would truly help the kingdoms relations.

They both turned at the corner of one of the alleyways to where she saw a few of the small shops, most with food and clothes where she saw other traveling hylians offering trade. She had heard that Ganondorf was open to the trade of the people who were wondering the deserts as not all Hylians were sworn to the crown and preferred the life of being on the open road.

“King Ganondorf!” She heard the sound of multiple small footsteps running their direction to see many young kids run up to their king were he leaned down smiling at each of them gently rubbing their heads messing up their hair in the process. One of the children snuck up behind and climbed up his back making him sigh as they tried to topple him over with no success. Zelda smiled and couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. She saw his gaze fall on her for a moment before the children stood behind him looking over at her. Clearly a bit nervous to see a hylian of her stature. She could see them whispering to him and suddenly he chuckled to himself as he pointed to her and whispered them something that made them all smile and run up to her.

“Lady Zelda come with us! Please you’ll want to meet them.”

“Yes please miss you with love them they are the cutest sand seals.”

“oh I suppose...alright...woah” She said as the girls gently pulled her hand forward and some gently pushed her legs forward. The sigh made Gannon smirk to himself as he walked behind them carrying two of the girls on his shoulder as they gripped his hair laughing as he walked.

Zelda saw the children bringing her to a side stable where a large pen was. The children let go of her hands and ran to the fence to look at the sand for any vibrations. Zelda as well was a bit curious as she looked at the sand with them until a small rumble could be seen but then disappeared.

“Aw no fair, they must be sleeping.”

“Well perhaps all they need is to hear his call.” one of the children said looking up at Ganondorf. He rolled his eyes for a moment as he spoke.

“They are not sleeping children...they are simply waiting.”

Zelda looked curiously at her and then back at the sand when suddenly two of the biggest sand seals she had ever seen pounced out of the ground bringing their heads to the top of the pen.

“In the name of the goddess...they are huge. I never imagined they grew this big” Zelda said as the children laughed and smiled as they walked up to them giving them pets. Ganon walked beside her putting the two children on his shoulder on the ground.

“They have to be, they are mine to command and ride. None of the smaller ones could handle me.”

“Oh...” She said as got a better look at them as they licked the children's hands and faces. One had much more grey than brown fur with a red mane with larger tusks than the other. The other while the same size had blueish fur with a white mane to match. She saw one of the children pick up a whole melon from the side of the pen and offered it to them, eating it in one big bite.

“Miss, here  here your turn.” one of the children offered a smaller piece of melon to her pulling her closer to them. Zelda smiled as she broke the piece in half offering both of them. The seals hummed to themselves as they each ate them so quick that it almost surprised her. They licked her hands and gently nuzzled their mouth toward her hands trying to lick up the juice left on them. She started to laugh at the feeling as she watched the children smiling and laughing with her. Ganondorf watched with a bit of surprise and curiosity. 

Most hylians were not used to sand seals yet she seemed to be completely at ease around them, it was as if she had seen them before yet he knew she had never been to his kingdom before, he simply chalked it up to her having seen them when she arrived but still it was a bit odd.

Suddenly the sound of a spear hitting the ground was heard as two women stood behind looking to the children.

“Children the moon is out, you should head home for the night. You will all need your rest to become great warriors.”

The children looked a bit disappointed as they simply nodded as Ganondorf held a hand out to the warrior women giving the children a moment before leaning down to them and putting his blade away from their sight as he opened his arms out to them and offered a giant hug making each of them smile and laugh as he lifted them from the ground as if they weighed nothing. They all laughed as he placed them down on the ground running off into the directions of their homes. he smiled to himself before looking over to Zelda who was utterly shocked.

The demon king that she knew would never have done that, heck it was almost impossible for her to even imagine. Yet here he was offering them kind actions like a father would to his children. 

“So surprised to see such acts from their King...” He said a bit coldly to her thinking the look she gave him was one of judgement.

“No. Its...its just nice to see they are enjoying their childhoods...I never really had such an option.” She grew a bit saddened as the memories of her father constantly criticizing her for her interests in the tech and the loss of her childhood when her mother passed. She honestly couldn’t recall the last time her father made her smile like that. 

He looked ashamed of himself for what he said. He should have known that being related to the royal hyrulian family was no easy task, after all the responsibility was not unknown to him. She looked to see Ganondorf facial expression change as he looked at his sand seals and then out at the gate leading into the desert and immediately a thought came to his mind.

“Did you still wish to see the lands of my kingdom?”

‘Of course.”

He hummed to himself for a moment as he whistled to the his seals that perked up their ears and immediately ran to the front of the gate. She watched as Ganon tied a small supply back on to the back and checked the ropes tied to the gigantic sled, he stood on it and checked the ropes before offering his hand to her.

“Your not afraid now are you? Tough girl.” He said with a small smirk.

She shook her head as she took his hand letting her stand in front of him with his arms on either side holding onto the handle of the sled. He kicked up the reins and in an instant the seals ran off into the vast ocean of the sand. She felt her whole body hit into the front of his as she tried to keep herself stable until she felt his arm wrapped around her midsection. She couldn’t help herself by grabbing his arm, to be both surprised and maybe perhaps a bit welcome at the gesture . The sand seals rushed into the dunes past multiple sinkholes almost too close for comfort, jumping out of the sand so quickly made her whole body lift off the sled a bit making her laugh but also scream surprisingly as she saw them climbing through the thick desert sand up the hills to see a small oasis that seemed to be void of any people. The cool desert air pricked her skin as she felt the grains of sand cling to her skin and clothes. The seals stopped just a bit short of the small oasis shaking off their fur as Ganondorf looked down at her only to laugh loudly at the sight. Her hair was slightly a mess and still she clung onto his arm with her legs shaking a bit.

“That was....that was not what I expected.”

“Hahaha. Perhaps you would want to try it again so you get used to it.”

“No, no, I'm fine with us stopping here...” She said looking down at her hand on his arm, immediately feeling her ears getting a bit warmer as she quickly moved it to fix her hair. 

“You...you can let go of me now.”

“Are you sure about that?” He said moving his arm lower so she was sitting on it lifting her up to his eye level.

“I wouldn’t want my new bride to hurt herself.”

“Y.....yes I am very sure...please.”

“As you wish.”

He smiled to himself as he placed her back on the ground as he stood off of the sled untying the ropes allowing the seals to drink from the oasis. He looked behind him to see Zelda looking out into the now illuminated sands by the moon. The wind howling into the night as the faint hue of the kingdoms lights could be seen. He breathed in the night air, moments like this reminded why he was fighting so hard for his people. He knew what the other realm thought and in truth he couldn’t have cared less. All he really wanted was freedom, both for his people and himself. For years he hated that the knowledge of Demise’s curse flowing through his blood made all those who looked upon him as nothing but a monster. The moment from his birth he was told that he would lead the people to their true value...yet he would be hated and feared by all. Perhaps it was foolish of him to hope that he could change his fate. 

Suddenly he felt his sand seals leaning on him offering a comforting nudge of their heads as he pet them. He leaned over to the sled and untied the rug that he kept with him in case he was to scout for days on end along with his troops. He placed it down on the hard ground as he watched his older seal sitting behind him as the  younger seal lay down beside him breathing slowly knowing fully well the children must have fed them more than they thought they could handle.

As he looked over Zelda and noticed she was shivering. The moon light glazed over her skin making her look almost like a holy spirit as the dress she wore which was lightly covered in sand blew in the air in time with her hair. Yet she was still a sight for sore eyes, truly one he didn’t expect to enjoy.

“Lady Zelda...” He said seeing her turn around gripping her arms as she noticed him sitting down beside his seals with an arm gesturing to the spot next to him. The moon illuminating his body in a low glow as the gold accessories he wore gleamed in the light. His vibrant red hair surrounding his frame as the loose Gerudo clothes blew in the wind. She was now completely nervous. Why was he being like this to her? They were not wed and yet he was acting completely differently than she ever expected. This man was the reason for all the pain in her time, Mipha, Urbosa, Revali and Daruk. All of them died by his hand, the pain inflected on her kingdom and Link.

Link... She had almost forgotten that he was searching for her in their time. But she knew the choice she made was for the best. By marrying him, all the deaths and suffering that happened will never come to pass. But then again there was no true guarantee that it would happen...after all with the blood of the goddess in her veins and Demise in him...fate might be cruller to them than any past incantations. She would not allow such a fate to happen again...not if she could stop it. 

“You’ll freeze if you just stand there.” He said this time patting the rug as if it were no big deal.

She simply nodded in agreement as she sat next to him as the younger of the seal cuddled up to her allowing all the warmth to return to her body. She looked up at Ganondorf and spoke.

“...Thank you. In truth I did not think you to be like this to a woman you barely knew...seeing as we both have strange fates...”

“You should know by now that I am not a complete and utter monster. I am a man first and a king second. Whatever the other realms see in me...I will change that fate. No matter how it must be done.”

He looked down at her.

“I can see in your eyes that you wished at some point that you never had the blood of the goddess in your veins...for what reason you need not tell me...but clearly your family sees you as thing to be relished on a pedestal...a holy figure.”

She saw him look up at the stars and sighed. She knew what he meant, living a normal life was never going to happen. She had to grow up fast and learn to fight off the Calamity since she was very young. While the protecting the realm was more than enough a reason to do it...it was never truly enough for those around her. Only the champions and Link truly understood her and yet...here she was sitting with their enemy so to be wed and in truth felt that he too understood her struggle. 

“I do hope that this...” She gestured to both of them.

“Will truly work.”

“We will have to wait and see.” He said leaning back. When he felt her lay her head against his arm which surprised him seeing her gently petting the younger seals head making it hum in appreciation. He could feel his heart beat ever so quickly at the sight as a small blush came upon his face as he ran a hand through his hair trying to ignore it. 

“King Ganondorf....”

“Hmm.”

“I meant to ask, what are there names” she said pointing to the seals.

He pointed to the bigger one and then to the smaller one.

“ Cerbofog and Tuguk.” the seals moved their heads in response but soon calmed down and layed back down in the sand.

“Really...Huh...”

“What? They are Gerudo warrior names. What would you name them?”

“Well...personally they look more like Blubber and Flipper to me...”

The look on his face was one of pure cringe at the idea of the names for him being so...casual. It didn’t help that when she called them that they actually looked up with wide smiling faces barking in excitement. 

“See...even they like the idea of nicknames like that.” She said rubbing their fur causing them to roll over in pure joy as she ruffled up their manes in a friendly manner. He was never gonna the hear the end of this from her. But the sight of her laughing as the newly appointed Blubber and Flipper loved on her even more than before made him sigh to himself...for once...in a very long time did he feel peace.

#zelgan #zelda #link #ganondorf #fightingfate #fanfiction #the legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #breath of the wild #hope you enjoy #ganon x zelda

[aziraphales-library]

hello lovely people!

i was wondering if there were any historical fics that specifically look at queer history? it could be just aziraphale or just crowley, them together or not together. it could be as far back as sappho and as recent as legalisation of gay marriage.

thank you!

Hi! We have #queer history, #pride parade, and #queer guardian angel aziraphale tags on which you will find fics of interest. Here are more to add to the queer history collection...

An Angel and a Demon Walk Into a Bar- and there is No Punchline Because this is the 80s and Everyone is Sad, Gay and Repressed by DontOffendTheBees (M)

“So you’re not here to dance.” Crowley ducks his head, his long and impressively voluminous hair tumbling about his face as he nudges his aviators down his nose, peering at Aziraphale with those cunning yellow eyes over the top of them. He smirks like the wily old serpent he is, savouring the next words he speaks. “Now, what else could possibly lure a confirmed bachelor such as yourself to an establishment like this?” In which Aziraphale gravitates to the comfort of a queer space, and winds up in need of further comforting.

and at least in this lifetime (we're sticking together) by vivelegalite (T)

[GOD, NARRATING] People tend to be torn as to which side could be credited with legalisation of gay marriage across all of the United States of America. Most people consider it an act of Good, which it is of course, and attribute it to Heaven. Some, a much less pleasant lot, argue it to be the work of Hell. They tend to back their claims up with improperly translated lines from a book the Almighty had never actually written or even really bothered to read through — I tend to outsource that kind of work — and speak of God’s will and whatnot. Both groups are, however, mistaken. The legalisation of gay marriage across all of the United States of America was brought about not by Heaven, not by Hell, but by a tragically smitten demon with a rather high alcohol concentration and a plan.

Eziraphael's Gifts: A History of Queer Faith and Longing, by Natasha Marie Johnson (Beacon Press, 2019). by actualbat (G)

"If Eziraphael has come to be known--in today's language--as the 'guardian angel of sad queers,' then it makes sense for him to have shown up more regularly in the past once that became a recognizable historical category." Natasha is really glad that she's given this talk enough times to be able to do it on autopilot, because those two funny-looking men in the back just made the most absurdly astonished faces. (Or: Not all historians ignore gay subtext, and not all immortal celestial beings have their shit together. Also, voodoo.)

it's the light (it's the obstacle that casts it) by bibliocratic (T)

It's like having a curtain pulled back on something he wasn't expecting to see. A surprise punch-and-judy at an up-scale restaurant, a lobster thermidor when he's ordered an ale. Crowley's gleefully trying to wrap his head around the fact that Aziraphale is speaking Polari. Because of course he is. Or: The Patron Saint of London's LGBT Community is real, and he lives in Soho.

Under the Blazing Sun, Thy Footsteps Track by Elfgrandfather (T)

Aziraphale and Crowley keep finding themselves mixed up with a rather queer lot, and eventually have to contend with what it might mean, both about their own identities and their relationship to each other.

Surpassing All the Stars by KannaOphelia (M)

There was a faint tracing of scales along the woman's cheekbones, tracing down her thin arms and lean thighs. The nipples on her pale, almost flat breasts were dark as night. Fiery red curls fell over dagger-sharp shoulders sprayed gently with more black scales, and the golden eyes were wide and snake-like. The woman was beautiful, but hardly human. "Crawly," the woman said with disgust. "Was that the best you could do, angel?" "I said I didn't have much imagination." Aziraphale's lips were heavy, and she was almost sure she wasn't forming the words properly. There was some kind of spell over her, holding her almost immobile. The venom must have been paralytic. If she had been human, she supposed she would have been dead. Her corporation didn't like it much either. "What name would you prefer I use for you?" The stranger tipped her head on one side, considering. "Crowley?" Aziraphale almost laughed. The whole situation was simply too irritating. If she was to die now, at the hands of some local deity, the paperwork hardly bore thinking about. And her precious work on Sappho's poetry, gone. "Crowley, then. You're a nymph of some kind, I take it?"

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #queer history #mod d

[hanniejji]

afterglow ft. mikage reo

[ sloppily written because I haven't written shit for almost a year and obviously no proofreading lmao who does that nowadays | 581 words | brainrot ]

afterglow!reo but he's not in taylor swift's pov.

afterglow!reo who knows you so well that the moment the words "let's break up" comes out your mouth, he calmly replies says "no."

"why?"

"because you don't mean that," he turns to you with a knowing smile, holding your tear stained cheeks in his hands, unknowingly along with your heart too, and rubbing your noses together, "you don't want to break up. i know you. i know you love me just as much as i love you. so i'm not letting you go. we're not breaking up."

afterglow!reo who then looks into your eyes, wipping the onslaught of tears with the pads of his thumb and whispers.

"look me in the eyes and tell me again."

"im sorry," you whimper his name, your breath hitching with every inhale and exhale. you can't possibly resist those eyes, those determined eyes that's filled with faith in you, faith in the love between the two of you. faith in your love that he knows you have for him. and it's enough to make you forget everything that made your head spin from overthinking, from all the words and eyes pointed at you every time you stand next to him outside of the comfort of your home.

"i love you," your lips brushes against his as you speak, "i don't want to lose you."

afterglow!reo who couldn't help himself from holding you a little tighter against his chest. who whispers sweet nothings in your ears as his warmth slowly lulls you to sleep, kissing your eyelids.

afterglow!reo who releases a breath he didn't knew he was holding, finally feeling himself crumble after holding onto you tightly. he curls into a ball around you in an effort to reassure himself that you're still in his arms.

afterglow!reo who was freaking out from the beginning, holding himself upright for the both of you, because if he doesn't, then nothing would. he knows you really don't want to break up, he knows why you suddenly get moments like earlier, but it never fails to scare him. he'll never get used to it, he's so thankful that you were too distracted to notice how his pulse quickens, his eyes begging you to prove him right, tell him that he's right to trust you this much despite the fears at the back of his head.

afterglow!reo who looks down at your slumped figure in his arms and decides that you belong there and nowhere else. he'd be damned if he lets anything take you away from him, even if it's your own insecurities.

afterglow!reo who's strong enough to fight your fears for you, who will wage war against your own insecurities just to keep you right here. reo will battle both of yours and his insecurity.

afterglow!reo who snaps out of his train of thoughts when your arms circles around his torso, murmurs of his name escaping your lips that's lifted in a sleepy smile. his eyes glistens, finally able to breathe properly, because he knows you.

he knows you love him, knows that you're fighting to keep this too. knows that no matter how many times you stumble in the darkness in your head, all he needs to do is call out your name and you'd come back to the light just with the sound of his voice.

so no, reo won't lose to any battle. and he certainly won't lose you.

#blue lock #bllk #mikage reo #reo mikage #mikage reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #reo x reader #bllk reo #reo x y/n #mikage x reader #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x reader

[doctordeathawaits]

hii,,pokes u,,u r cool,,ermm,,would u have any tips with like...transcreepypasta transition? ty in advance,, :333

Hello - I , Jeffrey , the host , am a Jeff the Killer fictive - so here is everything you should know , some tips and some from my source memories < 3

TRANS - CREEPY PASTA ...

Go out into the forest , all the time , hang out there , work there , do everything there . Over the years I personally cannot work / focus unless I'm not in the forest . All of our blogs have been written while being in the forest < 3

Start running track or do simple cardio . I'm reaching my years in my source ( almost 30... ) , and I regret not taking up running when I was younger - so that's the biggest advice ever .

Learn how to handle weapons , things like simple knives , all the way to how to properly handle a gun . I recommend having a pocket knife that's easy to take out of its holder , have it around your neck or tagged to your pants .

Parkour - start by simply climbing trees , as time goes on and you get used to it , try to pick up pace or do a running start . You can then move on to other terrain .

Know how to handle blood - its only some red liquid , personally never understood the freak out , yet building up an immunity to the sight of small blood can help a lot .

Know how to keep quiet - cannot stress enough how many times I almost failed shit because someone breathed too loud , so learn how to regulate yourself in stressful situations .

Always be alert , never trust cops - I always say to ' be your own cop ' , because in these times you really cannot trust those bastards .

I always keep some things in my bag because of alertness , yet this is optional ; a working lighter or matches , bandages and rubbing alcohol , simple pain relief medication in the form of pills , a piece of breathable fabric , a old button phone ( trust me , get a Nokia or old Samsung , they are durable with long battery during emergencies ) .

Clothing is up to you , but make sure you can run in whatever you're wearing . I've seen some whores run in heels before , yet they have experience , so my biggest advice is to not be too flashy . Although shoes - get boots , may be hard at first but they are probably the best with defence and running . I am a faithful man to the Garmont T8 Bifida , almost 8 years and no sign of bad wear .

Lastly - recognition , I personally ripped mine out years ago , yet if you're a proxy fuck , having that xoxo cutesy shit ( ⦻ ) is up to you .

Hope this helped , good luck out there BabyCreep < 3

#.ᐟ my dear corpse .. #radqueer #rq 🌈🍓 #rq #rqc🌈🍓 #transid #pro radq #pro radqueer #pro rq 🌈🍓 #pro transx #radqueer safe #radqueer community #pro rad inclus #radqueers please interact #pro rq #rq 🍓🌈 #rq community #rq safe #🍓🌈 safe #transid safe #transid please interact #pro transid #pro para #rqc 🌈🍓 #radqueer 🌈🍓 #🍓🌈 #radqueer 🍓🌈 #pro 🍓🌈 #rqc 🍓🌈

[nih-nih]

How I get so deeply tangled with Bancoran and Maraich

Well this is gonna be a long post about my personal feelings toward Bancoran and Maraich's relationship. English is not my native language so pardon me for the mistake I make.

I first knew of them thank to a tweet that mentioned them as the founding fathers of Yaoi and Mpreg lol. I got interested so I looked for their information on gg and this was what I was introduced to:

Back then I thought their relationship was some kind of quirky and it was there for comedic purpose only. I honestly had no hope for the relationship to actually be fun and serious. Like, a cheater seme and jealousy uke, totally not my cup of tea. Yet I went in anyways, just to see how it goes.

I started reading the first few chapters and actively looked out for Maraich, I though Jada was Maraich, Bjorn was Maraich, every bishounen with curly, light color hair was Maraich lol, the manga's style didn't help much either. I continued read the Eng scan and thought the manga was fun, but still, I was only there for Bancoran and Maraich's relationship, I didn't really care about Patalliro and other characters lol. My mistake.

Then gradually, the relationship that I thought was just for comedic purpose turns out to have a whole subplot that developed their complex characters and relationship! They did not just meet and fell in love for the sake of it, even though their meeting was a fated one and not a very good first impression but still! They properly went through enemies to friends, then through dating stage before living together, then the whole Foggy London Airport arc, vs Keen, Figaro arc! Throughout the stories, their relationship develops so much. And the tiny, little details here and there from the mangaka can actually help us readers imagine how they live together offscreen. Man, I didn't even know since when I got emotionally attached to them. They are not just there; I actually feel like they are living out their life!

Maraich went from someone who became an assassin just so he can survive to someone who is readily to die for Ban, follow him to even hell and afterlife. He started off kinda insecure in his relationship with ban, afraid that he might become a burden to Ban or being thrown away. When he got jealous in the first few volumes, you can see that the most he did was crying and throwing small things at Ban. After he knew that Ban would not abandon him, he became more confident in his beating lol. Now he won't even be afraid to throw Ban out of their home or beat him severely for cheating. I see that as a development lol.

And Bancoran? He remains a playboy but up to vol 17 he actually did try to stay faithful, though it ends up not as we hope. He sees playing with beautiful boys as entertainment just like cigar or drinking wine. If you look at the details, you would think his character is going nowhere. But look at the big picture, you can see how more and more he became homely (?), especially after Figaro was born. I cannot describe how I feel about his development, it is something you recognize when reading the manga. I just really love how possessive he is with his poker face, how he instantly recognizes a fake Maraich by smell (Maraich is always smelled flowery and fresh according to him lol), how despite the tattoo on Maraich's neck, he loves everything about him. You would think Maraich is the more jealousy in this relationship, but Ban is even more possessive and jealousy, he mostly expresses it though actions.

After the Eng scan, I read the RAW with my broken Japanese knowledge and boy, I was so invested and hungry for more that I went to pixiv to read the fanfics written by Japanese fans there (they are really good btw, Godly level even).

True that their relationship is toxic and problematic but that is for another post, another day. I just wanna guss about them now. I just love how they complete each other, how devoted Maraich to Bancoran and how despite being a playboy, to Bancoran, Maraich is special and his only companion.

I only hate how in the later stage of the manga, the mangaka uses the cheating-jealousy gag too much, it is honestly unnecessary.

I have a lot of things to say about them but I guess I should divide them into parts so it could be easier for me to write lol.

#patalliro #i love them so so so much #i am so emotionally invested into them #patalliro! #パタリロ #banmara #maraich juschenfe #jack barbarossa bancoran #bancoran #maraich

[dramioneasks]

Hermione’s Birthday (2023):

Birthday Request by OverthinkingSatan - K+, one-shot - "You haven't said anything after my birthday request." "I can't give something that I already done, Hermione." Or Draco internal battle when facing his crush that wishing him to love her. [POV Draco, shorts]

Make A Wish by uzumakibrat - M, one-shot - There on her dining room table was a cake; heart shaped with deep red roses all over it and candles in the form of '22' placed in it. She smiled when she realized that this must have been her friends' last little surprise for her. When she stepped closer to the cake, she saw that there were words written in cursive on it. Three words. Make a wish.

Incendio by art_emissss - T, one-shot - If there ever was a time to believe in what his parents taught him, that people like her were nothing but thieves, nothing more than filth under his shoes, it was now, because his world was shifting and he desperately, frantically clung to the only familiar thing in it. It wasn’t his fault that his hold began slipping. Or: the one where Draco spends Hermione's birthdays with her—without her knowledge.

Birthday Breakfast by MarinaJune - T, one-shot - “I suspect she’ll wake up soon, my star. The food will keep until then.” Humor laced his words. Hermione could just imagine Scorpius’ lip jutting out in response. “But—” “But,” Draco emphasized, “We could try a spell to help her wake.”

It is now my duty to completely drain you by dramiodantes - M, one-shot - “Draco! What are you doing here?”. He smiled fondly. “Do you really think I could miss your birthday? Have a little faith in me, witch”. /// Hermione is spending the first minutes of her birthday alone in her quarters, getting ready for a new day of classes at Hogwarts, when Draco returns from a mission just in time to celebrate the occasion properly. [a smutty one-shot in which Hermione is a huge Nirvana fan and Draco would do anything to make her happy, even create a new stock of Time-Turners with Theo's help]

Hermione Granger: Auntie of the Year by MsPolaPotter - M, one-shot - A slice of life story in which Hermione throws herself a birthday party for her niblings.

Gorgeous by arielle_reads - M, one-shot - It's Hermione's 30th birthday and instead of happily celebrating with her boyfriend, Roger Davies, he's too busy shagging some other witch in the loo. There's only one thing left to do. Take Malfoy up on his offer to make the wanker jealous and spend the rest of the night dancing with the most gorgeous man there.

come on, give me a taste by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - Draco Malfoy wanted to give his girlfriend, Hermione Granger, the best birthday present that there ever could be especially as she had opened up about her sexual preferences in the bedroom and the things that she wanted to further explore. She trusted her boyfriend, trusted him with every fibre of her being and knew that she would be safe with whatever he had planned for her birthday. She was hot with excitement. A one-shot for Hermione Granger's 44th Birthday

Empty Halls by Serpent_Sortia - T, one-shot - Hermione wanders the halls alone on her birthday, and just who should she run into?

Incandescent Celebrations by Biirdiee_Rose - E, one-shot - Draco may hate going out (especially with Gryffindor's), but there wasn't much he wouldn't do for Hermione Granger. An exceptional witch deserves exceptional celebrations. And he'll do just about anything to ensure that she's happy and satisfied. _ Written for Dramione Month - Day 19 - Birthday

#hermione's birthday #dramione

[somer-writes]

Please lore dump about your fic. Please 🥺

YES FUCK!!!! ok so i really want to talk about ordon-hyrule!!

so we know there are 4 light spirits, 3 of which are named after the goddesses (lanayru, eldin, faron) and a fourth which is ordona. SO i think this could mean that ordon was (a) not commonly subscribed to the hylian faith and (b) independent from hyrule. hylians specifically have pointed ears to hear the goddess but ordon is exclusively populated by humans (which we do see both in hyrule proper).

therefore h/c is that ordon was brought into hyrule within the current dynasty of the royal family (likely preceding king harkinian since rusl lives in ordon but we know that he's from hyrule originally.

the current dynasty has overseen civil wars (since at least time's birth per the manga) and imperialism (hyrule absorbing ordon, death mt, and the zora domain)

Fun Facts!!

-> ordon is both the province/territory and the name of Ordon Village. for political logistics the crown declared ordon village (the closest to the border) the capital.

-> ordon has no centralized government and is instead a series of scattered farming villages with local mayors who convene cyclically from village to village. ordonian fashion is commonplace but the style of knot used to tie the sash is a good tip off on which village an ordonian comes from

-> ordonians are largely spiritual. no central power, no central religion. most of them don't worship hylia as a goddess but instead treat her as a regional deity of hyrule. they instead offer prayers/offerings to river/forest/etc spirits

-> ordon and hyrule share a common tongue (with some dialect/accent inconsistencies) but ordon's written language came long after hyrule's. ordon has a largely oral tradition (folk tales are extremely important to passing down their history). ordon's common alphabet has a few quirks. ch/sh are written using the same symbol, rather than a 'w' they use 'vv', 'll' is common in place of a y or ie.

-> ordon is not difficult to get to but the easiest way is the long way. ordonians don't typically venture into hyrule but their crops/wool are so valuable that merchants come to the province for them. ordonians usually trade for stock rather than purchase. it's likely sera spent some time in hyrule or set up the shop as a savvy way to attract merchants

-> hylians look down on ordonians as being "simple folk" mostly for their accents and how simple ordonian dress seems (although sash tying is something most hylians can't do properly)

#linked universe #fanfic #headcanon #lore #some of this comes from the manga #still deciding on twi's origins #if he has gerudo lineage #i have more dumps regarding hyrule castle #theres also dusk lore too

[mad-mewsician]

After watching through angel hare, my kind of big thoughts on whats could be are... I think whats most likely are things played kind of straight. Gabby and Zaggy are angels, the real 'fear' if the series is the outside force. By how surprised they are by jonah on any encounter this sint some master plot, at most it would be siezing an opportunity but that doesnt feel right to me.

That said, what i think is most personally interesting of an idea to me is, if gabby and zaggy are something else, not angels just powerful. We can already see that they are, changed a little by their settings, zaggy is only really comfortable back in wydle hare, and while we havent seen gabby properly elsewhere she fits the more childish angel hare. The idea is, rather than pick a medium that resonated with them they were molded into one, and not just to fit the style, but molded from unknown beings of power into angelic figures. This is all to say, they are not bad, they are not even aware, they are guardian angels as best as it was interpreted to them by wreath of faith, and thats why things are off. The actions gabby took arent contradictory with the angelic protector because she's some other creature, they contradict because it is a flawed human understanding of the concept of an angel forced onto something else.

And to put a bow on it, that brings us to francis, and francine. Every angel has a counterpart, written into the show by Wreath of Faith, the same character based on (supposesly) the legend of francis and the wolf. Seeing as theyre duplicates they cant be the same as gabby and zaggy, id guess they're just part of the program to help keep the angels on track, what sentience they have only being by exposure. And if we think about that legend again, a wolf turned into a towns guardian by francis, thats my theory, a creature turned into a protector by Wreath of Faith.

#angel hare

[keira-kaz2y5]

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

SPOILERS FOR NEW MARVEL STUFF! ⚠️

Finally got around to watching The Marvels on Disney +!!!!! It’s the best mcu film this phase istg omg it’s SO GOOD and immediately you can tell it was written by a woman NOT TO MWNTION THE INSANE END CREDIT SCENES WTFFFFF KATE BISHOP PIZZA THE DOG AND XMEN?!?!??!!!!!!! Omg I’m ecstatic this is the best marvel film in years it’s finally giving avengers early phase vibes! And I’m actually happy with every single plot moment! Unlike no way home where there were many questionable plot moments and bad scenes and bad cgi and multiverse of madness was something different entirely like I loved the horror and stuff and it made sense but as a whole that works with the rest of the marvel universe I didn’t like how it went and wandas “death” or “fake death” and the whole x men stuff. Loved America in that tho! Her whole moment made sense and ugh I can’t explain it properly plus the shitshow that was the She Hulk series and overall it just made me lose faith in marvel and that’s why I didn’t see The marvels in cinema like I usually do bc guardians of the galaxy 3 was so shite and I thought this would too maybe that’s why it flopped cuz the hype on past films wasn’t lived up to. But this FINALLY brings back early marvel vibes and I’m so into it. (Plus the reign of the cats 🐈‍⬛ 🐈😆)

Cuz as much as I liked NWH there were questionable parts yk, Dr Strange characterised Wanda badly from start to finish and didn’t do her justice, Wakanda Forever was amazing don’t get me wrong I really loved it and cried A LOT, but I wasn’t too keen on the whole Namor thing or unnecessary deaths, and some characters really just deserved better than what they got, like Okoye.. and Black Widow was great but it could’ve been a bit better with cgi and plot-wise like the deleted scenes should’ve been kept and so on.

For the first time I just really enjoyed every part of this film, since marvel has gone downhill lately, this is new for me. also I loved the queer undertones for Kamala and Carol, although they should’ve been braver and put it in explicitly if they wanted to show Carol and Valkyrie together instead of the kiss on the cheek and no talk of them being together. But headed in the right direction for sure and not to mention the Kate and Kamala scene? Female avengers team? Finally not outnumbered by men? Also I really ship Kate and Yelena so I hope she comes onto the team too, though she might just stick with the Thunderbolts antihero theme. I love that it’s so clearly written by women and directed by them plus the brilliant casting and having the villain also be a woman and with a realistic villainisation like I get why she turned out the way she did, she just wanted her home back for her people, also it’s Zawe Ashton, Tom Hiddlestons wife so it would be cool to see them act together perhaps, but either way brilliant casting and script and everything, I love Kamala really speaking for the fans in a lot of it, and the musical scene was fun in a mystical way, like when we first got introduced to Asgard way back when, I just wish we saw what happened there at least a small look in at the end with Carol checking in on them because they left in the middle of a battle and then we don’t find out what happened to that planet. But other than that small detail the film was fantastic and I loved how even Goose got a good storyline.

(My dreamteam avengers would be Bucky🦾, Yelena🕷️, Kate🏹, Carol💫, Kamala👊, Monica🌠, Shuri🐾, Riri 🛠️(ironheart), America⭐️ and Cassie 🐜 and Morgan Stark. Plus some xmen if that’s now an option?? And AOS team but marvel would never do that

Maybe Peter🕸️ Sean⭕️, Wanda and Moon Knight🌙🤺 boys too but idk )

#the marvels #gay #kamala khan #carol danvers #monica rambeau #Valkyrie #kate bishop #hawkeye #ms marvel #goose #spoilers #nia dacosta #lesbian #bisexual #dream team

[dreamingofep]

Strangers in the Crowd pt. 9

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No, just another one of my delusional fantasies.

Prompt: You and your best friend are on are annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International. Little did you know this would be a show you'll never forget. [Fem!Reader]

TW: ANGST, cussing, SMUTTT, fingering (f. receiving) teasing/ tension, the usual really dirty stuff.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 8.4K

A/N: Hello everyone! I am so so excited for you all the read this! This is my longest chapter I’ve ever written and just could not stop! I thought about splitting this up into two parts but since it is the one year anniversary of the Elvis movie premiering, I thought you deserve a long juicy part 😉Get ready for a bit of a rollercoaster but I think you’ll like where this is headed. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or overall goofs.

Feel free to message me or comment what you think!💕

His hands roam your soft flesh, leaving goosebumps behind. You whimper out for him, wanting him to come closer and put his body on yours. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his hard bulge press up against your core. You let out a soft sigh, loving how you can finally be so close to him. He holds you against him firmly, ravaging your neck with kisses and biting the spot only he knows you like. He swiftly turns to the wall and pins you there, continuing to envelop your exposed skin with his lips.

Both of your breathing becomes scattered and he is in a rush to take you. He uses one of his hands to reach underneath your dress and pulls your panties to the side. Gliding his fingers between your folds, he cusses when he discovers how wet you are.

He moves his hand down to unbutton his pants and slides down the zipper to pull his hard cock out. He presses his tip up to your entrance and places his hand back under your thigh, kissing you urgently before plunging his entire length inside you. You cry out for him, clawing at his back and holding onto him for dear life as he takes you rough, just how you wanted it.

“Oh, Elvis,” you moan.

Your eyes snap open and can hear your heart beating through your chest. Your eyes scan your room, expecting to see Elvis laying next to you. But your room is completely empty and your bed feels cold. The throbbing in your clit doesn’t go away and you squeeze your legs together and groan.

A wave of anger washes over you and cover your head with the pillow and grumble into it.

It’s been a month since you abruptly left Elvis but it feels so much longer. The days dragged and he never failed to pop into your mind. Just when you thought you were doing better, you’d hear his voice on the radio or see his face on a billboard and go spiraling back to how much you miss him. How much you need him. It was the most ridiculous thing to happen to you. But to be fair, these kinds of feelings have never happened to you so you didn’t know how to properly handle them or how to cope.

You hated how much your body missed him and these reoccurring dreams of him were not helping you get over him. You tried to rationalize it and say it’s because he was your first and it’s hard to just forget that. But your brain couldn’t fully believe that and you would continue to have these dreams. You’d catch yourself moaning his name when you’d touch yourself. Trying to learn to please yourself on your own, his fingers would end up being on the forefront of your mind and your orgasm would come crashing down on you.

There weren’t any words that could make sense of the situation. You don’t know why you thought he would change and be faithful to you. You just got swept up in the situation and believed every last thing he said to you. The events of that early morning kept replaying in your mind…

Your hair was a disheveled mess, your eyes puffy and swollen from the non-stop crying you did on the plane.

The silk pajamas he gave you suddenly feel suffocating on you and need to change immediately. You unbutton the top and crumple it on the floor along with the bottoms.

You turn to grab your robe when you catch a glimpse of your body in the mirror. There you see the purple bruises starting to form on your neck, down along your collarbone to your breasts. You place your fingertips along the sensitive patches and wince.

A knock on the door startles you and you quickly cover yourself up. You wipe the tears on your cheeks and clear your throat.

“Come in,” you say sheepishly.

Cicily comes in sleepy-eyed and squints her eyes to try to adjust to the bathroom lights.

“Y/n? W-what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in Graceland?” She says confused.

Tears come pouring out of you and all you can do is nod your head. Cicily goes rushing to you to console you. You sob and hug her tight, thankful that she is here to help you in this emotional time. She lets you cry until you can’t cry anymore and leads you to the living room.

“Do you want to talk about what’s going on?” She asks carefully.

Elvis would try every day to call and Cicily would pick up saying you weren’t home. He obviously didn’t believe a word she said because he would try to recall in the next fifteen minutes. You didn’t talk to anyone else about it. You went to class and came straight home. Nothing really interested you and were just focused on finishing school. You only had 4 more weeks to graduate and had to stay focused.

Looking over at the clock, it was early but you were wide awake now and might as well start getting ready. You were pround of yourself for graduating with your master's degree. You worked really hard on it and were ready for the next chapter in your life and leave that chapter behind.

Your family and a couple of friends were attending the ceremony and were taking you out to dinner afterward and were looking forward to such a special night.

*

It’s your turn to cross the stage and you get a weird chill run through you. The kind of chill you would get when Elvis was looking at you intensely. You brush it off thinking it’s just you being paranoid. You hear your name get called and walk briskly to the university president standing in the middle of the stage with your diploma in his hand. With his hand reached out, you shake his hand and turn to the photographer waiting to take your picture. You scan the crowd and find your family waving manically at you and screaming your name. You can’t help but laugh and smile, waving back to them with just as much enthusiasm.

Suddenly, something else catches your eye. In the back of the auditorium, you see the most beautiful man to ever exist, staring at you with a coy smile and his jet-black hair sitting perfectly quaffed, his tan skin glowing underneath the buttoned jacket he was wearing. He quite literally takes your breath away, not only because of how good he looks, but the shock he’s here at your university.

You freeze and take a sharp breath in as your brain can’t make any sense of what he’s doing here or who told him you were graduating today. The boom of the next name over the speakers jolts you out of your thoughts and you quickly get off the stage. You scurry back to your seat in a panic and you feel the entire room spinning. Your chest begins to heave and the knot in your stomach makes you want to puke.

Cicily grabs ahold of your hand and squeezes it to get your attention. You shoot your worried eyes at her and try to calm yourself down.

“Y/n are you okay? Looks like you saw a ghost,” she says in a hushed tone.

You shake your head at her, “Elvis is here. How the fuck did he get here,” you say frazzled.

“Well, I don’t know if you want me to explain to you how a plane works…” she says smartly.

“Would you stop!” You snap, keeping your voice low, “Who the hell told him about this?”

She darts her eyes away and into her lap.

“Well uh… I’ve been talking to Jerry again, and well uhh… he might have asked me…” she says sheepishly.

“Goddamn it! You shouldn’t have said anything. It was just a way to get to me,” you say.

“It wouldn’t hurt to talk to him y/n, I can’t live with that phone ringing off the hook anymore,” she says sharply.

You sigh knowing she’s right, you should give him a chance to explain even though you don’t want him to.

The ceremony ends and in the sea of people, you find your family. They all bombard you with hugs and congratulations but you can’t help your wandering eyes that scan the crowd looking for Elvis. You pretend that nothing is bothering you but your parents can tell something is up. You assure them you’re just looking for a couple of your friends that you want to say goodbye to and take some pictures and they believe you.

They begin to leave and let you know they’ll meet you in the restaurant in an hour and give you a couple more kisses. You start to turn away, your eyes scanning the crowd once more, pushing through the sea of people when you feel a hand grab your forearm.

You gasp at the sudden pull and look up to see who it is.

Jerry’s face is welcoming but serious as he lets go of you and motions you to the side of the crowd.

“Hey, y/n, congratulations,” he says warmly. You shoot him a smile, “Thanks Jerry… what in gods name is he doing here?” You say flatly.

He takes a deep breath and puts his hands in his pockets.

“Listen, he’s been an absolute wreck since you left. He went out of his mind with you walking out in him,” he says emphatically.

“Oh, he was a wreck? What about me?! Did he even stop to think about how affected I was!?” You say harshly.

He squints his eyes together, your words hurtful but true.

“I’m sure you found out what happened. How can I just forget about that,” you say defeated.

“I did… I understand your anger. But if you can just talk to him for five minutes. He needs to see you,” he pleads.

You roll your eyes and sigh. Elvis and his need to have the last word.

“Where is he?” You say sharply.

“Follow me,” he says quietly and turns on his heels to head for the exit. You try to keep up with his pace, nerves rattling your bones as you try to figure out what exactly you’re going to say to him.

He leads you to the limo that is sitting a few blocks away from the parking lot. You check behind your shoulder to make sure no one is following you two. The tinted windows reflect your worried face and you smooth out your hair as you prepare to face Elvis.

Jerry opens the back door and whispers good luck to you before you step inside. The limo is dimly lit and you instantly recognize the smell lingering in the car. Your eyes dart to Elvis sitting on the far end seat with his back up against the partition. Your heart can’t help but flutter at the sight of him; his long legs spread open and stretched out, his hand placed on his pelvis, dangerously close to his bulge, and his other arm resting on the sill of the window.

His eyes light up when he sees you in your graduation gown draped over your linen white dress. He gives you a slight smirk when he sees your reaction to him sitting there. You nervously sit down on the seat parallel to the window and straighten out your dress.

You glance at him, unsure of what to say.

“Hi baby,” He says smoothly, his southern drawl tingling its way through your body.

You take a deep breath to try and collect yourself.

“Hi.” You say softly.

“Congratulations on everything honey. You deserve it. I’m so proud of you,” he says sweetly.

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep you from smiling and letting his ungodly amount of charm work on you.

“Mhmm, what are you doing here?” You say flatly. His eyes grow cold and he clears his throat.

“I wanted to be here, to congratulate you. I knew how much this day means to you,” he sputters.

You shake your head at him, annoyed at his words.

“Stop acting like you care so much,” you murmur.

“What?” He snaps.

“You heard me. Don’t act like I’m the most important person in the world when I know I’m not,” you spat at him with contempt in your voice.

“Y/n please don’t say that-,” he growls.

“I’m just saying the truth-,”

“Well, it’s not the truth! Far from it actually! If you would listen to me for five seconds I can explain myself!” He says sternly.

You let out a frustrated grunt, “I am tired of listening to you. All I ever do is listen to you! There’s not much you can do to fix what’s been already done,” you say defeated.

He covers his face in his hands and lets out a slow sigh, then darts his piercing eyes back at you. Your heart gallops at the way he looks at you. He could kill someone with those eyes easily. You have to look away before he says anything else.

“I know I hurt you. It crushed me. I wanted to talk to you and make this better but you wouldn’t even give me the chance.”

“Elvis, you have no idea how this hurt me. You keep telling me how much you want me and how much I mean to you, then I find those pictures and I can’t help but believe that’s all a lie.”

“It’s not a lie,” he says firmly.

You feel the tears well in your eyes as you become more frustrated.

“Stop saying that,” as you begin to sob. “You obviously want other women since you keep those pictures of them. Was I just another girl to add to the Polaroid collection or what?” You accuse.

He scoots to your side and goes to reach for you, but hesitates and pulls his hands away, and puts them on the tops of his thighs.

“It’s not like that I swear. I should have thrown those things out when I came home but I didn’t. I’m really sorry you found them in the way you did. I mean it when I say I want and need you in my life,” he professes.

“Elvis, I just don’t know if you can change…,” you say softly.

“It’s different with you-,”

“Stop saying that Elvis-,” you say annoyed.

“No, I won’t stop!” his voice booming in the small space causing you to jump and direct all of your attention back at him.

“It’s different with you. I don’t know how many times I have to explain it to you!” He says exasperatedly.

“I lost my goddamn mind when you left. And to see those pictures sprawled out on the bed when I got out of the shower… fuck I was so upset. I knew I lost you because I’m a fucking idiot,” he says sightly raising his voice, making your skin crawl. You look down into your lap, not able to look at him like this. You feel sick to your stomach hearing this and want to run out of the limo. He places his hands on your shoulders and makes you look at him, turning your body and stilling you. Your breathing quickens and you quiver at his touch.

“As you should have! You should have felt awful for making all these promises to me and just going out there when I had my back turned and fuck the next brunette that came your way!” You yell.

His jaw clenches and his eyes darken, looking into your soul almost, making you feel like you could pass out.

“Those pictures were old… they were from before I ever met you…“ he growls.

“Oh god,” your heart drops and you feel sick to your stomach. You search for something to say to him but the guilt eats at you instead.

“I umm… I thought you were…” you say lost in thought.

“Let me tell you something I’ve never told anyone before. Do you want to know why I fuck around so much hmm? It’s because there is a void inside of me and I think if I fuck enough women I’ll fill it and I’ll be okay. But that’s not how it works. I’m just dumb enough to actually think it works. This life I have is lonely. Everyone wants something from me and I can’t say no. But doing good for people isn’t enough. I still have this hole inside me. Do you know the only time I haven’t had that feeling?” he blurts out frustrated.

You shake your head and lower your eyes, too intimidated by him and the energy he is possessing right now and you don’t want to let him see the tears welling in your eyes.

“The only time has been with you. Only you. I saw you in that crowd and something drew me to you. Your charm, your beauty, the starry-eyed gleam you had. I wanted you so bad and I couldn’t figure out why,” he pauses briefly.

“Maybe it was fate or God putting you in my path but whatever it is, you make me feel different. Like I don’t need to do those things and want you only.” He says softly.

He carefully lifts your hand, almost like he’s afraid he’s going to break you, and holds it in his.

“That night you asked me, why I wanted you to stay the night again and what you were doing here, I was screaming in my head that you complete me. But I was in denial and couldn’t allow myself to fall that quickly. It took our separation for me to finally sit down with myself and figure out what I truly wanted. And my thoughts always came back to you. Always.”

More tears fall down your face and you breathe in deeply and exhale slowly. To hear him profess his feelings like this rattled you and you don’t know what to say. Everything you planned to say went out the window. You look back up at him and see tears rolling down his cheeks too. Your heart breaks for him. Why you never thought of him having this deep emotional side is kind of naive of you. You should have known he has those deep emotions.

“I didn’t know,” you whisper wiping away his tears. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m the one that needs to be sorry. I’m the one that needs to work on being better,” he admits, “I’ve missed you so much you don’t even know. I keep having dreams about you,” he says cutely. You smile and blush as the images of your dreams of him enter your head.

“Yeah… me too,” you grin.

“Oh? What were you dreaming about?” He asks inquisitively.

You shake your head, “I’ll tell you another time,” he throws you a confused look and lets the silence fall between you.

You both sit there for a while, just listening to the sound of your breathing, and your tears to finally subside. You found it crazy how his mood and energy could change yours too. Right now, sitting a few inches away, you want to bridge the gap between you and hug him.

You waiver and try to regroup yourself.

“I think I better go now,” you announce. The sorrow in his eyes grows and his posture straightens.

“Oh please stay longer,” he pleads.

“I have dinner to get to with my family. They’re waiting on me,” you disclose.

He nods his head, not protesting any further.

“I’d like to see you later if you’re not busy,” he whispers.

“Elvis, I-,”

“Please, honey? I missed you so much. I just want to catch up with you,” he confesses.

Your heart tears yet again for this fragile man. Your brain searches for an excuse but you have none to scribe up.

“Why don’t you come to dinner with me? If you can survive that, then maybe I’ll think about seeing you later,” you challenge.

He smiles and squeezes your hand, “sounds good to me.”

Little does he know that your parents detest him and the image he has created for himself. If he can survive dinner with your parents, I’m sure he can make it through anything with you.

*

You both walk into the restaurant side by side, leaving a comfortable space between you both. You get stares the moment you step into the restaurant, and people are in awe of him. You couldn’t lie, he looked damn good. He was in a dark blue suit, nothing on underneath the jacket, with a short blue silk scarf tied at his neck.

Finding the table in the back with your family, they stare at you wide-eyed and say nothing when you walk to the table.

“Mom, Dad, this is Elvis Presley. He’s going to have dinner with us tonight,” you say matter-of-factly. You find the open chair at the other end of the table and make a beeline for it. You leave him standing alone in front of the table with both of your parents giving him disgusted looks.

“Good evening, I’m Elvis Presley. It is a pleasure to meet you,” he says as he reaches out to shake your dad’s hand. Your dad looks at his ring-clad hands covered in gold and jewels and has the most disgusted look on his face. You want to sink into the dark and escape this horrifying situation.

Your dad finally raises his hand slowly to meet his and shakes it firmly.

Your mom on the other hand has a completely different look forming on her face. You can tell his charm is working effectively on her and the look of disgust is shaping into something smitten. He turns his hand towards her next and she raises it in a dream-like trance to meet his.

“Nice to meet you ma'am,” his southern inflection on the word makes you squirm.

He proceeds to shake everyone else’s hands on the way to sit next to you. Everyone is dead quiet as they watch him sit down next to you. Your knees touch and you jump at the contact with him, not used to it but still liking it.

No one says a word as minutes pass by and some waters get dropped off at the table for you two. Everyone tries to make pointless small talk but it just feeds the awkwardness of the room practically suffocating you. You order your meal but don’t really care what it is. You doubt you can eat anything with so tension between you, Elvis, and your family. You look over to your dad and it looks like there’s steam coming out of his ears.

“Dad, can you please stop that? Staring is rude,” you say snarkily.

“What are you doing with my daughter,” your dad says coldly to Elvis.

“I’m sorry sir I don’t think I understand your question,” Elvis says calmly.

“You are nothing but trouble. I don’t want you seeing my daughter,” he snaps at Elvis.

“Dad stop,” you fume.

“Sir I am not a threat to you or your daughter I assure you. Whatever predisposition you have of me is just not true.” He explains.

“I don’t buy it. I’ve heard about all the stuff you’ve done, all the women you’ve been involved with. You’re not going to make my daughter one of your playthings.” You had never heard your dad speak in such a tone. He was beyond upset and you knew Elvis also had a temper and did not want to see how this would clash into a disaster.

“Alright that’s enough,” you say firmly, standing up and throwing your napkin on the table.

You look at Elvis’ intense stare that he’s thrown at your dad, his jaw clenched, then he slowly releases it as he takes a deep breath before he’s about to speak again.

“Sir, with respect, that is not what I am here to do. I will not pretend that I am a perfect man by any means. But I am not this monster you have painted in your head. Your daughter means so much to me. I wouldn’t be here right now if that was not the case. She makes me want to be a better man,” he says sweetly, looking at you and smiling when he says this.

The table remains quiet as they process the words that just came out of Elvis Presley’s mouth.

You too are in shock and are overwhelmed by emotion. His words calm any doubt that may be roaming around in your head.

He’s unreal…

He can’t actually be falling for you…

But he’s ‘home’…

Fuck you’re in trouble.

Grabbing his bicep, you pull him up from his chair and drag him to the door. You hear your family’s cries not wanting you to leave but you can’t stand another second with them.

“No, I’m leaving. You couldn’t even give him a chance and just start acting like children. I’m done. This was supposed to be a nice celebratory dinner but now you’ve ruined it!”

You turn to leave and get judging looks from other customers in the restaurant but you didn’t care. The warm June air hits your face and you are grateful for the fresh air. The pit in your stomach grows and instantly regret taking Elvis here.

You see Jerry parked in the front and he runs out to get the car door for you. You quickly jump in the back seat and sit down, hugging your knees to your chest and letting the tears fall.

A few moments later the car door opens again and without looking up, you know it’s Elvis.

You continue to let the tears fall. This entire day has been such a rollercoaster you just need to let it all out.

You feel his hand on your shoulder and can feel yourself melt into him.

“Honey, I-I-I’m so sorry about all that. That was a lot,” he admits.

You nod your head in agreement and sniffle.

“Do you want to get something to eat with me?” He asks softly.

Wiping the remaining tears from your face, you agree and the car starts to drive away.

A few minutes pass by and you reach the hotel he’s staying at. It is one of the nicest in Austin and the nerves take over your body. The idea of being in a room alone with Elvis again doesn’t sit with you well but you know he won’t do anything you don’t want.

Elvis is a bit nervous too walking you up to his suite, looking over his shoulder to make sure you’re following him. He can’t stop playing with his rings and shaking his leg as the elevator cart takes a while to get to the top floor.

He grabs the phone and orders you two some food. He orders your favorite; waffles topped with strawberries with a side of crispy bacon, pesto pasta sprinkled with parmesan cheese, and apple pie.

He remembered your favorites…

Fuck, stop romanticizing every little thing he does.

You both eat in silence, for once you don’t mind it. You really needed to figure things out and what your next move is going to be.

Are you going to fully believe his words are genuine and start over and give this relationship a try?

You get lost in your own head, trying to figure out what the best path may be for you.

After finishing dinner, you move to the couch and wrap a blanket around yourself. Elvis goes to the other side of the couch and sits down, giving you your space.

“I just need a second to process everything, Elvis. Today was a lot,” you admit self consciously, “I’m sorry if things aren’t going to go back to how they were right away,”

“Please, don’t be sorry. Take all the time you need. I’ll be right here.”

You put on the tv to drown out some of your thoughts and put on an old western. Elvis was enamored with the movie and admitted how he loves these types of movies. You tried to pay attention to the movies but your head was everywhere else. You replayed all the things he said to you in the limo. Would things be different if you had waited for Elvis to get out of the shower that night? For him to explain himself how he truly felt? It's all too late for you to know the truth of what that path would have looked like.

It was getting late and your eyes started to get heavy.

“I think I’m going to go to bed now Elvis. I’m pretty tired.” He stands up and nods his head.

“Okay darlin, you’re taking my bed,” he says matter of factly.

“Oh no you don’t have to do that I’ll be fine right here,” you assure him.

He reaches out his hand for you, “No I can’t let that happen. You need a good night's rest,”

Too tired to argue anymore, you finally give in and take his hand as he leads you to the bedroom.

The large suite had a king-sized bed and a couch by the window. He pulls back the covers for you and steps to the side. A bit of anxiety fills you as the thought of him sleeping with you again makes you nervous. He sees this uneasy look in your eye and he backs away, “I’m going to sleep on the couch here, or I’ll sleep in the living room whatever you would like,” he says sweetly.

There was something comforting though having him in the same room while you slept and didn’t mind him at a distance.

“You can sleep in here. I don’t mind,” you say sheepishly. “Can I have something to sleep in?”

He searches through his drawers quickly and finally pulled out one of his pajama tops.

“I don’t have anything else other than this. It’ll probably be a night gown on you,” he notes.

“Thank you,” your voice in a hushed whisper and turn to go to the bathroom. He was right though, the top was long enough to be a night gown and almost reached your knees. Looking in the mirror, you notice the embroidered EP initials on the pocket on your left breast.

“Look at that, he’s marked you as his. He’s made you his again whether you like it or not,” your brain screams.

Shut up.

Going back into the bedroom, you also see Elvis has changed and is sitting down on the couch. You climb back into the huge bed and get the pillows situated with how you like them. You feel his eyes on you, inspecting every move of yours. You’re too scared to look into his eyes, too afraid you’ll give in to anything he wants.

You turn on your side facing away from him and take a deep breath.

“Goodnight, darlin’,” he says quietly.

You feel the tears well in your eyes and squeeze them shut, trying to block out the overwhelming events of the day and his voice luring you in to melt for him.

The Vegas light blind you, up in the 29th floor of the International, you make your way through the party, trying to find a familiar face. Suddenly, you feel a hand reach for your arm and pull you to the side of the crowd. The strong, powerful frame pulls you into their chest and wraps their arms around you and you can’t help but smile.

Finally, in your arms.

You pull away and see the face of the man holding you.

You look into the eyes of your ex boyfriend. But he’s different, he looks like a very different version of him in a way and you stand there confused. You push him away abruptly and stare at him wide eyed.

“There you are I’ve been looking all over for you,” he exclaims pulling you back into his arms.

You dart your eyes into the crowd, searching and scanning for Elvis. He’s nowhere to be found and you wiggle out of your ex’s arms.

“Where’s… where’s Elvis,” you mumble.

“Elvis?” He says confused. “Why do you care about Elvis? He’s probably just mingling with his girls. Thought you hated that guy.”

You shoot him a confused look, not grasping what is going on.

You push through the crowd, looking for a glimpse of him. Reaching the other side of the suite, you see the top of his head by the window sill. The closer you get, you feel your stomach drop when you see what he’s doing. He has a blonde in his lap, his mouth whispering sweet nothings in her ear and his hand stuck underneath her dress.

You stare, watching him make minuscule motions under her dress, like he did to you before.

Another punch in the gut.

He catches your gaze and his eyes grow cold.

“Can I help you with something,” he says shortly.

Your heart races and can’t form any coherent words.

“Elvis, I-I-I miss you,” you stutter.

“I don’t even know you, please leave me alone,” he snaps. He pulls the blonde in his arms closer and starts to kiss up and down her neck.

You feel bile start to form in your throat and have to take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down.

He doesn’t know me…

Oh god what is this…

You ruined everything…

Tears covered your face as you wake up gasping for breath. You sob uncontrollably, terrified of the thought of never having Elvis in your life. Your eyes scan the pitch black room, unaware of your surroundings. You feel a slight sweat cover your body and you kick the covers back with your feet.

The glimpse of your life if you had never met Elvis made you feel sick. It was an absolute nightmare. You realize how Elvis was a blessing to be put into your life and it would never be the same if he hadn’t seen you. If you and Cicily had never got the idea to go to Vegas, would that be what your life looked like now? Would you be that miserable?

“Darlin’ what’s going on?” You hear Elvis’ deep voice break the silence of the room. Your entire body jolts at the sound of him and can’t make out where his voice is coming from.

Suddenly the lamp switches on and gives the room a dim light. You turn and see Elvis’ worried face as he sits on the edge of the bed.

You wipe the tears rolling in your cheek and try to speak.

“I-I-I, oh God. It was terrible. Just awful,” you gap.

“Baby, take deep breaths. Tell me what’s wrong,” he says calmly.

You take a couple deep breaths from your nose and try to collect yourself.

“You didn’t know me, didn’t want me,” you stifle out.

“What? Honey I don’t understand,” he says gently.

“My dream, no it was like a nightmare. You didn’t want me. You were with another woman and I… oh God I was with my ex. Oh, it was awful Elvis. You didn’t know me. It was like we never met,” you sob into your hands.

Elvis squeezes his eyes shut and let’s out a slow distraught sigh. Your tears won’t seem to stop flowing and you reach out for his hand. He opens his eyes once again and pulls you into his arms. You let out a slight squeak with how firm he’s being but suddenly, you lose all your reservations and let your body melt into his.

You sigh, missing this kind of contact with him was so intense and you clutch onto his shoulders tighter like he’s going to fly away.

“Shh baby, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he coos. He runs his hand in your hair, soothing you and rubbing your back with his other hand. It feels so perfect. Like another dream but based on your heart rate and your tears falling in your face, you know this is real.

“Don’t leave me, please,” you plead in his ear.

He hums lightly, “I’m all yours baby. I promise,” he says low as his hands travel to your face and holds you there. His thumb wipes away the remaining tears on your face and you look into those perfect blue pools of eyes he has. They were mesmerizing. Almost like it’s the first time you’re seeing them and you were falling all over again.

His eyes look over your face, down from your forehead, to your nose, to your parted lips. His hand slips to the back of your neck and holding you there.

“I’m yours,” he whispers as he leans in and crashes his lips into yours.

You gasp but your lips are hungry for him and kiss him with a new fervor you haven’t experienced yet. You take ahold his face too and push him closer wanting him to kiss you more than what he’s giving you.

You start to become breathless again, each kiss becoming more and more passionate and your body buzzing with need. You feel a surge of boldness run through you and you slip your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues crash over each other and explore your needy mouth.

You feel a small growl come from his chest as his tongue goes deeper inside you. Your other hand trails down his back, wanting to rip his pajamas off as quickly as possible. You feel your core begin to throb and your wetness start to pool in your thin lace panties.

He pulls away slowly, trying to catch his breath too and looks at you with sincerity.

“Baby, baby we don’t have to do this. I’m sorry, I got carried away,” he admits. He takes his hands off of you and gets off the bed and walks toward the couch. He puts his hands on his hips and lets out a deep breath, looking out the window at the city before him.

You squeeze your legs together, trying to stop the impeding throbbing in your core.

“Elvis,” you whimper softly.

He looks back at you, his eyes soft and concerned.

He walks back toward you and your eyes trail down to see his hard cock straining in his pants.

Fuck how does he look this good.

You quickly look away and press your lips together.

“What baby?”

“I um… I want you. Make me yours,” you plead.

He takes a deep breath and his face is written full of conflicting emotions.

“Baby, no. I-I-I mean, you don’t have to. Really I don’t want to rush you.”

Your eyes plead for him, you want him to take care of every single need your body has.

“Elvis, please I need you,” you say and watch as his eyes light up.

“You need me…” he says in almost disbelief.

You nod your head, needing him more than anything to tame this need you have for him.

His chest begins to heave and leans his legs against the bed.

“More than anything baby, I need you. Remember the first night you saw me? How you wanted to fuck me against the window for everyone to watch. I want it like that,” you beg. His eyes widen and a small groan comes from his throat. He doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything but just looks at you speechless.

“Please baby, I want you to fuck me, show me how much you missed me,” you beg, reaching out and placing a hand on his hardened length and slowly start to rub him. His eyes become lust filled, seeing the need in you grow more. He give you a small smirk and leans in to your hand.

More wetness pooled in your panties and seep through, causing it to trickle down your leg. You grab his hand and have him feel the arousal leaking out of you.

“Oh fuck,” he murmurs.

“Okay gonna take real good care of you darlin’. Make you feel so good,” he growls. You moan with need and his hands trail over your chest.

He starts to unbutton each button on your shirt and pull it off your frame. You unintentionally shake at the feeling of his fingertips dancing upon your skin. He carefully leans you back onto the bed and kisses you intensely, lightly caressing your breasts in his hands making you moan by just his touch.

Elvis sinks to his knees and pulls your body to the edge of the bed. Your heart thumps wildly and you sit up on your elbows to watch what he’s doing to you. He peels off your soaked panties and he cusses when he sees how wet you’ve become.

“Fuck mama,” he mutters. Your legs continue to shake and he wraps his hands on the tops of your thighs, holding you still and spreading your legs open wider.

“I’m gonna take care of you honey, don’t you worry,” he assures you.

You let out a whimper and wait for him to take what he wants. In a swift motion, his mouth makes contact with your dripping cunt. His tongue licks and sucks feverishly, not giving you any time to get used to his mouth on you. He flattens his tongue through your folds, licking in a long hard strip, and moaning when he tastes you.

“Mmm, god,” he moans in you.

His grip on your thighs become tighter, pulling you closer to his eager mouth. He sucks on your throbbing clit, making your hips buck off the bed as you cry out for him. He sucks on it, then laps his tongue to your entrance and repeats the motions.

You missed his mouth on you, making you squirm with every lick and suck. The way he’s eating you is like he’s ever done it before. You would think he’s a starved man on a deserted island and you are his only source of replenishment. Your core continues to throb and ache for him to give you more.

His tongue enters your core and he groans deeply, moving it in and out you, lapping up all the wetness spilling out of you. Suddenly his tongue dips lower, licking your puckered hole then back up through your folds and on your clit.

“Elvissss, oh fuck,” you hiss.

He lets out a pleased sigh and looks up at you with a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Yes baby?,” he asks.

“Please do that again,” you plead.

He hums lightly and nods his head at you. He bends your legs up toward your chest and goes back to work. His tongue rolls and laps at your entrance, making your hips buck up into his face. His tongue goes lower and laps at your hole, causing you to groan and pull at his hair.

“Agh, yes, baby,” you moan.

He gets you right the edge, your body is shaking and pulsing with his tongue all over your most sensitive areas, licking through your swollen folds and throbbing clit, then down to your ass. He focuses on your sensitive bud, suckling with intensity making you cry out for him. He groans against you causing a nice vibration to form that makes you want to come apart on his face. Without you noticing, he carefully slips a finger in your entrance and pumps it in and out. His long finger reaches the spot you like the most and you push your hips forward, making yourself get closer to your orgasm. He slips in another finger, pumping it in and out of you faster and rubs your other hole with his thumb in slow circles.

“Oh no, Elvis,” you cry.

“What baby girl? You don’t like this?” He tantalizes, continuing to tease your holes.

“Oh God, it feels so good I-I-I’m gonna cum,” you gasp.

“Mmm yes let me see you cum,” he moans, giving your clit one last suck.

He looks at you with that classic mischievous grin on his face and curls his fingers deeper, hitting your G-spot where he knows you won’t be able to hold back from squirting. Your eyes roll in the back of your head and you let yourself enjoy this pleasure he’s giving you. This was the thing your body was wanting the most and you had no fight in you like before. You wanted him to take care of every last need you had. He groans watching your wetness spill out of your pussy and feels your walls throb. You writhe on the bed, feeling that familiar feeling come back to you and you can’t hold back any longer. A clear stream sprays out of you and onto his chest, he moans and continues to ravage you with his fingers. More squirts out of you and your body feels tingly from head to toe.

Elvis swiftly pulls his fingers out of you and stands up, looming over you with sexual charisma dripping off of him. He takes off his pajamas, wiping the wetness off his face and chest. He looks like absolute perfection and he is staring at you in awe too. He wraps his arm around your back and lifts you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around him and he carries you to the window.

You feel the coldness of the window hit your back and grunt with the sudden forcefulness. He presses himself against your body, his cock resting on your dripping heat. The window sill ledge that runs across the middle of the panel rests below your ass and he looks over you with your begging eyes. He takes his cock in his hand and lines it up to your entrance.

His beautiful blue eyes stare seductively into yours and he tightens his grip on your thighs.

“Elvis, please,” you whimper, scratching at his back, holding onto him for dear life.

He pushes his tip in, making both of you groan, not having this contact in so long you both can barely keep it together.

“Oh mama, fuck you feel so good already,” he says in your ear.

He starts to put more inside you slowly, inch by inch, making your dripping cunt squelch with each movement. He’s so controlled with how he moves his hips, still hitting the perfect spot inside you. The throbbing inside you hasn’t subsided and has only increased by the second.

You squeeze your eyes shut, letting all the sensations he’s giving you run through your body. Feeling how perfect he moves his hips makes you want to come apart any second now. The more he pushes his length into you, your eyes roll back and you turn your face away from him gasping for air. You suddenly feel his hand on your jaw, holding your chin too look at him directly in the eye.

“Look at me when I fuck you, honey. Let me see how much you like this,” he groans. You moan, unable to disobey his command. He starts to fuck you harder, plunging his entire length inside you with his jaw slacked, watching you moan for him.

“Is this what you wanted baby? You wanted my cock deep inside you?” he grunts. You whimper at him and can’t form any other words but nod your head at him.

“Such a good fucking slut. Such a good girl,” he praises as he bucks his hips into you hard and fast. You muffle a scream, pressing your lips together, holding back his name that is on the tip of your tongue.

“Let me hear you scream my name baby,” he growls possessively.

“Elvissss, oh god, Elvis,” you cry.

He puts his foot up on the window ledge as leverage and continues to pound his hips into you, almost knocking the breath out of you. Your walls began to flutter and he can feel you’re close. You scratch at his back, causing him to groan and fuck you faster.

“Cum for me baby,” he says breathlessly. You gasp and feel your orgasm wash over you, squeezing his hard length, feeling your arousal increase and deep out of you. He moans with you, keeping the same pace he’s set. You see stars when you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling like you’re on another planet with him. He watches your face get washed over with pleasure, moaning his name with each thrust.

You open your eyes again, looking into his and you pull at his hair causing him to grunt.

“Keep fucking me,” you moan.

“Aw hell baby,” he grunts.

He can’t last much longer, his pace is starting to become frantic and wants to chase the high with you.

You feel his length deep inside of you start to twitch and he holds onto you even tighter. He groans when he finally lets it all go and cums deep inside you. You both groan and hold onto each other. He pants in your ear, telling you how good this feels.

He picks you up away from the window, wrapping your legs around him and he turns back to the bed. He lays you down gently, covering you with kisses. You run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the closeness of him. He gently pulls out of you, and places his fingers on your swollen folds and moans. You jump at touch, too overstimulated by the entire night you just had.

“Fuck you’re perfect,” he coos, rubbing the arousals that are leaking out of you and plunging his fingers back into you. You cry out, arching your back against the bed and claw at his forearm.

He pulls his fingers out of you and hold his face in your hands, making him look at you.

“All yours honey,” you whisper. He hums pleased by your words.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” He says.

It feels like you both are laying there while the earth stops spinning. Just you and him. Everything feels perfect.

“Darlin’?” He says almost in a whisper.

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

Your heart feels like it skipped a beat and you look into his eyes, seeing the soft, boyish charm washing over his face, so fragile and insecure.

He waits for your response, holding your face in his hand, feeling your heart beat out of your chest…

•

•

•

Tagging 🩵: @powerofelvis @plasticfantasticlOver @burninlovebutler @neptuneismysister @velvetelvis @ccab @presleyenterprise @elvispresleyxoxo

@prompted-wordsmith @sillybookmarks @dkayfixates @rosepresley @ellie-24 @rktismylife-blog @myradiaz @lookingforrainbows @elvispresleygf @tacozebra051 @thatbanditqueen

@18Ikpeters @flwrs4aust @emma181873 @austinswhitewolf @eliseinmemphis @everythingelvispresley @chasingwildflowers @idontwanttoputanything @ohjustpeachy' @elvisalltheway101 @austinsmutler @kingdomforapony

#elvis presley #elvis fanfic #70s elvis #elvis presely smut #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley imagine #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley x you #elvis presley x y/n #austin elvis smut #austin elvis imagine #austin elvis x reader #austin elvis fandom #samfangirls #strangers in the crowd #elvis fandom #elvis fanfiction

[lulu2992]

If you don't mind and haven't done it before could you show examples of the seeds being interested in the deputy? The only one I really remember is faith talking about the life her and deputy were supposed to have together or something along those lines

In my opinion, there isn’t really indisputable evidence that the Seeds are romantically interested (I assume it’s what you meant) in the Deputy. It’s not that there isn’t anything in the game that suggests they could be or that those ships don’t have potential, but I think it’s a matter of personal interpretation and preference. In short, nothing is certain… but there are “hints”!

To me, Faith and Joseph don’t seem to have this kind of interest in the Deputy; they’re mostly focused on making them see the Project’s truth and join the Family so they can all survive the Collapse. That said, I can see how Faith saying, “I had big dreams for us. Together we could have saved an entire world. We could have shared a life together in the new Eden” can be interpreted in a romantic way. I’ve always thought she meant that more in a “you could have followed the Father and become one of his children too if you weren’t so stubborn” kind of way, but maybe I’m wrong and she was hinting at something and being seductive. She also takes their hands and caresses their cheek, so I suppose that can be seen as flirting.

As for Joseph, he had visions of the future(s) and knows the Deputy is supposed to play a big role in his prophecy, so he wants them alive and hopes they can become one of his followers (which is also why his siblings are so focused on converting them). He makes it very clear that the Deputy is special to him and he’s quite tactile, so even though he’s the Father, calls them “child”, and it’s not how I personally interpret their relationship, I get why his behavior can be seen as an indication that he’s possibly attracted to them.

Out of all the Seeds, I think the one who has the most ambiguous attitude towards the Deputy is John. Sure, he’s primarily interested in catching and converting them because Joseph thinks they’re important, and what John really wants is to impress him, but he then becomes so obsessed with them, so unable to properly function because of them that it’s sometimes… a bit weird. The way he looks at them and talks to them, seems to admire them, or decorates the church for their Atonement... I’ve written about that and so have other people, NPCs in the game talk about John’s strange behavior, and Adelaide and Sharky both draw the same conclusion about it. Whatever his actual feelings are, clearly, they are intense, and it appears the ambiguity was intentional on the developers’ part. But does John become obsessed with the Deputy because he starts developing unexpected romantic feelings for them... or simply because he’s an emotional and relentless individual who won’t rest until his mission is accomplished and Joseph is happy? That’s up to interpretation.

Jacob is way less effusive than his youngest brother, but I think people believe he might be attracted to the Deputy because he too clearly starts developing a personal interest in them that goes beyond what Joseph originally asked of him. NPCs noticed that as well. As much as he tells the Deputy they’re neither special nor strong, he really seems to think they are, and this was even more apparent in some of his deleted lines. He also conditions them using a love song and, just like John, gives them a few nicknames some fans think sound flirtatious in combat/Arcade. So again, there’s no hard evidence that Jacob (or any of his siblings) is romantically interested in the Deputy, but there’s room for speculation!

And they even joked about this on the official Far Cry Twitter account, so there’s that.

#far cry 5 #the deputy #faith seed #joseph seed #john seed #jacob seed #so did the CM who answered that question on twitter ask anyone what they should say? #I guess they didn’t and just wanted to play along for fun #but imagine haha #far cry 5 spoilers #also when it comes to ships sometimes evidence isn’t needed and you just want to follow your heart :’)

[bonefall]

LAMB STEW & BUTTERNUT SOUP RECIPES. GIVE

THE LAMB STEW RECIPE IS MINE. MINE ALL MINE

BUt I will actually teach you the butternut soup one, people don't realize how cheap butternuts are and how easy this recipe is. I had to teach my partner's family how to properly prepare butternut and they thanked me for it because it's ALWAYS on sale and SUPER easy to make.

You need a metal baking tray, a crockpot, and a blender. The blender is optional, but it makes the perfect creamy consistency

Other ingredients you're gonna need; Garlic, shallots, pepper, turmeric, curry and chicken stock

(though I remembered the recipe wrong when I was over there and used beef stock, fam still loved it though, soooo pick whatever stock you like best tbh. This is a super forgiving recipe, I promise if you're a beginner cook this is a great place to start)

ALSO FAIR WARNING: Idk how to measure anything. I do not actually have a written recipe.

Step 1: Cut the Nut

Cut it longways, like a canoe, and scoop the seeds out. Coat the fleshy-side with cooking oil and sprinkle some pepper on it if you like-- nothing needs to be done to the skin-side. Place it FLESH-DOWN on the baking tray and pop it in the oven, 425 degrees Fahrenheit, 40 - 50 mins

When it's done it looks like this (half-eaten babybel snack optional. bbq sauce not used, it was just there for emotional support)

You can actually eat it just like this.

Like if you're not looking to make soup, this compote can actually be made into all sorts of things. You can stick a spoon right in that and eat it. I've made like... fried butternut latke-things out of it, I have some compote in my freezer just for experimenting with.

If you're smart, you wait for it to cool down before you scoop the flesh out with a spoon. Im not 💗

Step 2: trust your heart to tell you how many fucking onions are in there

My partner is the one who's able to measure things, I simply put my faith in the claws of Velociraptor Jesus tell me what the ratio of garlic to butternut is. I am not allowed near baked goods. I do not cook by the book. I put too many ashes in my middle school volcano project and smoked out an entire classroom once.

This came out great though, and for it I used 2 white onions (about a cup), 4 cloves garlic, and some chopped shallots. All minced as much as possible.

Once that was all in I (think you're gonna see a theme here) kinda just eyeballed how much stock and spice was gonna go in, just doing taste tests until it was yummy... I think it was 2 cups stock water and 3-ish tablespoons of turmeric and curry? Next time I make it'll actually measure how much I use.

I really do just kinda taste-test things until it's good.

I would apologize that I don't have the family recipe actually written down for exact amounts but I don't think I will ✨Bless this mess ✨✨✨✨Welcome to living inside of my head✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Anyway through some magic later you get a mash that looks like this, I stirred it up real good.

Step 3: This is where the blender comes in

This is the most tedious part tbh, but it's worth it because you can't get it super creamy if you don't feed it through a blender.

At this point me and my partner grabbed the pot and poured it in because we had 4 hands between us and felt lazy, but if you're alone you should scoop it manually so you don't spill shit everywhere

And once you have that, portion out what you'd like, and add milk. When you first get the soup out of the blender, it's real thick. You add milk to get it to the consistency you want-- DO NOT ADD MILK TO THE WHOLE THING AT ONCE

IF YOU ADD MILK TO THE WHOLE THING AT ONCE, IT GOES BAD FASTER

This stuff can be frozen or fridged and it tastes just as good as it was when fresh, as long as you only add fresh milk when you're ready to eat it.

I usually eat it with a grilled cheese or some other kinda bread. And that's really it.

#bone babble #should I even tag this as recipe? #food #butternut #soup