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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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Headcanon that everyone within the family may think of Dick as the one most in their father’s favor, but Dick is keenly aware that the general public thinks of him as their father’s ‘Consolation Prize.’

After all, when from their perspective he’s the one Bruce raised since he was eight as his ward, with that dissolving when he was eighteen and very little perceived contact between the two of them for years after that, while Jason was adopted soon after being taken in and Dick was then later adopted years after Jason’s death, without any public fanfare.....

What does that look like other than Bruce ‘settling’ for the son who didn’t appear to be his first choice, just chronologically first, once he lost Jason but still needed/wanted an heir, as he was getting older and the general public still didn’t know yet how closely tied Tim was to the family or that it wouldn’t be long after this that Bruce adopted him too?

Now granted, you can definitely perceive the above as overly angsty and not the only way this situation was likely to be perceived outside the family, but my point is more that like.....nobody ever presumes that the general public are overly kind or generous in their views or assumptions about the Wayne family behavior. I just don’t buy that people assumed there was some optimistic explanation for the way things appeared here, or that people just went “oh its probably because the kid who grew up in that house the longest just doesn’t WANT to be adopted by the billionaire and have all the security that brings, and that’s also clearly why he lives in Bludhaven of all places and a shitty apartment building at that.”

I mean, no matter what WE the readers may know of Dick’s personal priorities and how little he cares about where he lives or that Bruce would have willingly paid for him to have a better place to live if he really wanted it, is that what people are most likely to assume, based on appearances?

Anyway, I’m just saying, I bet it bugs the crap out of Dick to hear his siblings casually refer to him as so obviously enjoying favored son status and being the clear apple of Bruce’s eye, as he’s like, cue internal monologue: gee, sure wish I was as confident of that back during the years he seemed to want nothing to do with me.

Like I’ve said before, I think Dick isn’t actually super insecure and his insecurities such as they are mostly revolve around how his family and friends perceive him, not the general public.....BUT I do think that with as high profile as the Waynes are, there’s no way that nobody picked up on how little contact Dick and Bruce had in the continuities where they literally went over a year without even speaking to each other....and like, felt free to draw their own conclusions.

And I do think this is also part of why I default to thinking a lot of canon takes and headcanons tend to gloss over how shitty Gotham public could be in their views/treatment of Dick. Like just because Dick was basically trained from birth to be able to work a room and entertain people while in their direct presence, that didn’t actually make him ‘one of them’ in their eyes, and I reeeeeeaally don’t think you can actually underestimate the pettiness and jealousy one percenters feel when they see someone they inherently view as lesser than them - as they would’ve viewed both Dick and Jason due to their lower class births - like....’leap frogging’ over them into greater wealth via being taken in by Bruce.

Like, idk, maybe it just comes from having been a scholarship kid who went to a richy rich private high school attended mostly by the children of senators and hotel-chain owners, lol, but like.......I can not for a second picture Gotham’s upper class actually LIKING Dick or being as charmed by him as they frequently are depicted as, just because Dick knows how to be charming and likable. Like they might play it that way when in public at a gala, for appearances or whatever....but the second he turned around they’d be badmouthing him at juuuuust a high enough volume to ensure he’d be able to HEAR them but not be able to call them on it without it looking like he went back and provoked a scene over something ‘nobody else around them heard them say’ or whatever. Just to make sure that no matter how well he came across in public social settings, he never ‘forgot his place’ or whatever or forgot that they were all too aware of it too.

And also also, it always kinda bemuses me that as much focus as the Court of Owls and Talons get in Dick’s narratives in canon and fic, that we’ve barely ever seen any examination of what the Court retroactively means for Dick’s years growing up around upper class Gothamites who likely included more than a few Court members.....like, we KNOW years later that like, all along there were these people who even without knowing who Batman and Robin were, like, knew Dick Grayson was their ‘Gray Son’ and intended to claim him as their weapon someday, and you can’t tell me that wouldn’t have factored into how they viewed and interacted with a child and teenage Dick Grayson as they attended many of the same social gatherings and functions. OR that Dick himself in the aftermath of the Court of Owls reveal, didn’t look back at his OWN childhood and reflect on how many creepy or uncomfortable encounters he had with various socialites that left him feeling decidedly skeeved out and not a fan of how they were looking at him or things they might have said to him, thinking themselves oh so clever for alluding to things he had no idea about......like, I imagine there had to be more than a few encounters from his younger years that always stuck with him, and after the Court of Owls revelation like....looked TOTALLY different to him, especially if he happened to know for sure that some of those very people were in fact Court members. BUT I DIGRESS.

All in all though it all circles back to the same thought for me.....people might have been polite to Dick’s face when he was growing up, but they most likely had plenty of shit to say the second his back was turned, and I doubt they were afraid to be overheard by him. Especially in his later years, once people noticed how distant he and Bruce seemed to be, and thus perceived that as meaning that nineteen year old Dick Grayson wasn’t as ‘protected’ by Bruce the way he was when he was younger.....meaning the people who were most jealous of Dick’s ‘catapulting’ up the social ladder and eager to knock him down a peg because of that, like....probably would have looked at the relative lack of contact between he and Bruce as far as anyone could publicly tell, and felt emboldened enough by that to up their snide whisper game with shit like gossipping about how oh, the Grayson boy may be back in Gotham again, but we all know he’s just poor Brucie’s consolation prize anyway, why, if he really cared all that much about the boy, he’d hardly have ever let him run off to Bludhaven of all places, without even making sure to staple the advantages and opportunities granted by the Wayne name to him the way he made sure to right off the bat with the younger one.....

So yeah. There’s my angsty musings on how Dick likely is perceived by Gotham public at large, and how his interactions with them - especially when NOT around Bruce and Jason and the rest of his family....probably very much does not match up with what they assume public perception of Dick is, given that in their eyes ‘everybody loves Dick Grayson,’ but in Dick’s experience ‘everybody may be charmed by Dick Grayson while he’s doing his best to be charming,’ but don’t mistake that for acceptance. Not when Gotham’s public are just as likely to dismiss him as the second choice Wayne heir and consolation prize to make themselves feel more important/elevated than him the second their own insecurities have them feeling intimidated by the wealth, power and prestige Dick does actually share in by virtue of being part of Bruce’s family.

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egyptian-sun-god · 3 years

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Never Have I ever S2

SPOILERS.....Turn back now I’m serious.

I’m waiting....

Okay cool your fault at this point

I was fairly critical of NHIE S1, I won’t lie. And I’ll be real I still stand by the fact that NHIE S1 was fairly meh overall.

But holy shit, they knocked this season outta the world man. The show really really found its proper footing this season. They were smart to keep the cheating for only two episodes and explore the repercussion for the other 8.

1.Devi Vishwakumar.

Let’s start with the main character. Devi still does immensely fucked up shit this season. Dating two boys and have them find out in the MOST humiliating way possible. Yikes. Being a really sucky friend to Aneesa and starting that rumour about her (inadvertently) and pretending to her. Stalking her mother and being possessive of her. The really awful apology that was pretty self centred, a bit not good.

But she really does do her best to improve and I am SO proud of that. She uses her father’s advice and apologizes better to Aneesa, she actually handled the Ben and Aneesa dating WAAAAY better than I’ve seen some people handle things like that. I might’ve blown a fuse if two of my friends had 4 tickle fights and had major PDA sessions when we were trying to do a group project. Like she handled that shit fairly well all things considered. Devi actually gets into the beginnings of delving into her trauma and her temporary paralysis and healing from it. I

really see how the label ‘crazy’ weighs on her and how she blew up with it and the message of destigmatizing mental illness. (Crazy Aneesa and Crazy Devi) Her properly bonding with her mother and watching videos of her father and remembering/honouring his memory hit REALLY HARD (since I lost many people in my family recently and that fear of forgetting them has been real). Devi is actually beginning to heal from the loss of her father by strengthening the relationship with her Amma. And the slap from Paati was so so needed, it really gave her a better respect of her mother and fixed the problem I had with Devi mouthing off so much to her Amma. I live to see good maamiyar marumagal relationships. Her relationship with Paxton is really good and it gets developed very logically and having her be scared of being pathetic but in the end she accepted her own self worth and stopped chasing after them which was good.

Overall Devi really blossomed into her own developing person and I actually like her so much more this season.

2. Paxton Hall Yoshida

I was honestly, like genuinely sad last season he was like 80% eye candy with not much else going for him. Paxton had so much faith as a character and Ms Kaling has really pulled him into such a better person this season.

Paxton got hit by a car before swim season, lost his ticket to college and wow, got two timed by a girl he liked all in two episodes. If he was salty about that for more than one season I would’ve completely accepted it. Cause that’s a bad public humiliation.

Paxton episode really really made me love him as a character (honestly more so than Ben) I think because I heard Paxton’s entire worry and irritation that he was being underestimated and no one really expected him to go to college from a friend of mine not more than a month ago. That shit is real, and it hurted my friends a lot that people were really underestimating them and just seeing them as a dumb athlete who has no hope of college. It’s really nice to see Paxton actually want to go to college and learn Japanese American side with his Oji-chan giving him advice and supporting him. And him bringing his grandfather to speak about the internment camps, that seriously do not get spoken about enough.

Also him putting effort and making a genuine effort to work hard and bring up his grades with Devi and therefore bonding with her was really nice to see. I wouldn’t mind them being endgame but Devi does really work a lot better as his pushy Indian mom/best friend/tutor. And Devi getting mad at him for him expecting him to hold his hand throughout really hit well. Was it deserved yeah. But Devi also did blow him off after promising him to study so his anger is justified there. I’m just kinda vibing with Paxton like coming up and taking a better interest in school and being a full 3D character. And that one scene where he gives the extra credit presentation and Trent high fives the man. Classic.

Can I also just say, it’s kinda valid that Paxton didn’t want to date her in public. Is it a dick move...yeah? But he’s within his rights to ask and she’s within her rights to deny. And he didn’t press her once she said no, he went along with it. And what Devi pulled on him is awful, and speaking as someone who’s seen popular kid cliques. Reputation really is important. Like what Devi did made Paxton lose face, if he gets back with Devi he ain’t gonna have any respect left in him. And Paxton was pretty right in deciding to not date her publicly, like even in the end he knows that his reputation is shot for what he did. Do we even know if Paxton has friends that aren’t fixated on his social status? Because becoming a social pariah without having any support of friends is gonna hurt like a bitch. Lord knows how Paxton gonna deal with it. I think Trent might be his only homie after the social downfall he will inevitably face.

I’m just gonna say, Paxton is my favourite now and I’m really rooting for him. Something I decidedly did not do last season. I’m happy Ms Kaling developed him so much and got me interested.

3. Ben Gross

Ah. Ben. Ben’s not my faaavouriteee.......like he’s fine. But I don’t love him. I can definitely see him and Devi becoming an almost endgame couple though. Especially with S2 ending.

Ben is fine and he’s pretty developed, especially with his episode in S1 and it was good he took a backseat this season and let everyone else star. I feel like he’ll come back strong next season though.

Personally do I ship him with Devi? No. I’ve been in a friendship with the similar competitive dynamic as Ben and Devi. And it was terrible. We loved to argue and we got each other’s super brainy side as Devi puts it. But we pushed each other faar too much and even the small things became arguments and each pthers achievements became jealousy. So yeah....I don’t have too much faith in the dynamic due to personal bias, but I’d love to see how it gets handled.

Also my brother Ben, PDA is a thing and it is common courtesy to refrain from it. Man’s really going at it with Aneesa half the time. But also the moment where Aneesa sort of choked on the presentation and Ben’s irritation at it gave me BAAAD vibes. It feels like while Devi can match him, they might push each other too far,

4. Kamala

I LOVE KAMALA. Girl is an ENTIRE vibe. My sweetheart, love of my life. I could go on. I really like her development as well and the banter between her and Nalini. The part where Nalini practically said she looked like a call girl and she was like ippadi potathaan velaila mariyaatha kidaikum. I legit had to pause, scream in laughter for a good few seconds.

They had such a good story with her and wanting to fight against the fact that they took her work and didn’t credit her and everyone was telling her to like take it bowing. Prasanth’s advice unfortunately checked out to me, because I’ve been told that all my life. My dad says it a lot and I know he doesn’t say it cause’ he doesn’t believe in me, but he loves me and wants my life to be easier and for me to succeed and his experience is that he’s had to deal with things like this and fighting won’t help. So yeah, what Prasanth said did not rub me the wrong way at all and I agreed with it and I’m fairly disappointed about that. I get that she got nervous and had cold feet about marriage but I do hope she and Prasanth can work this out through communication. Because I really don’t feel like Prasanth is the bad guy here. It’s just a miscommunication.

So yeah, a LOT of Kamala’s storyline continues to really hit me hard.

5. Nalini Vishwakumar

Nalini really had so much more screentime to blossom. I love that she has a good relationship with Mohan’s amma. It’s wonderful and I love it. Also I was shocked to see the house in Chennai. Like this house...in Chennai. The Chennai I’m used to and the Chennai they are used to are different Chennai’s. Basically wealth gap is crazy as hell and I was lowkey highkey confused if the actually shot this shit in Chennai. But props to the directors for putting some proper Tamil vibes in there. Like the scene where they kaala thottu kumbudurathu (touch the elder’s feet) before they leave for the US is so real and so vibes. I like that they decided to bring paati back. I was like hoping for it.

Also they really went at developing Nalini’s character as a workaholic mom who doesn’t get her daughter. That’s also a really common thing in Indian households with one working parent so I’m happy they portrayed that. I’m happy Nalini actually has a life outside her family portrayed and is still such a typical mother that it hits HARD. I love Nalini and she really developed as a character dealing with grief from Mohan’s death, the wish to move on with Dr.Jackson but knowing that she isn’t ready yet.

They gave her character a life and proper working outside Devi and it really has shown to develop her character and impact her relationship with Devi. The advice to “just say yes” works with cousins and younger siblings as well, I’ve heard it before and used it..and it saves so much time. Especially with small children.

(A memory I have is of my younger cousin going on and on about a princess and a castle and fighting a dragon and the witches and so much fantasy shit and ended with do you wanna come? I just clocked off my CCA’s and I had no energy left to question it so I just went yeah sure. Easiest decision, and 10/10 advice. )

6. Aneesa

I’m not gonna lie. I was skeptical of Aneesa and I didn’t like how Devi saw her in the trailer. But Aneesa reminds me so much of me....and its killing me.

Also the scene where she charms the hell out of Nalini and paati ma has literally happened to me before. Most of my Indian friends hate it..because I was raised with a lot more traditional manners with my grandparents so me and my siblings all are old fashioned which parents LOVE. And I really saw that Aneesa charming them and Devi also realizing, Damn none of my friends actually treat my family the way they should be treated, perks of having an Indian friend.

Also the scene where she gets Devi out of trouble is so so real. Because if you have one responsible friend that you parents trust, you could lie the hell to them, get you homie to back you up and it will work. Personal experience. So yeah, Aneesa character resonated with me a lot.

I also like that she wasn’t just a popular 1D Indian girl but she was genuinely cool and actually had proper issues and development where she gets more open to Sherman Oaks and actually kinda properly rebels against Noor, with having Ben as a boyfriend.

I feel like Aneesa has a lot more potential for growth, especially with the relationship with Ms Noor and Aneesa acting as a foil to Nalini and Devi’s. Also, I feel like Aneesa can grow within her social status at school as well and have Devi maturely handle it. Aneesa I feel will really really challenge Devi’s ability to be mature.

7. Eleanor and Fabiola’s plotlines

Okay like actually, major props to Ms Kaling man. This show touches so so many teen issues in one goddamn show. Emotionally manipulative relationships. So SO good. A lot of newer age relationships have a much more subtle and dangerous line of abuse that’s hard to find out. Like honestly it took me a while to see it as well and I realized oh fuck. oh fuck...I see it it’s bad. They really got the essence of Eleanor’s flamboyance matching with Malcom? (is it Malcolm..fuck it it’s Malcolm now) his “suaveness” and traditionally charming tendency. It made sense and it’s very realistic how Eleanor got played like a damn fiddle. I also again feel that the make up was faar to quick but I really appreciate that Eleanor got her own storyline with her step-mom and understanding of relationships instead of the show hyperfocusing on just Devi. I respect that a lot. Petition to get a Eleanor narration episode.

Fabiola’s storyline also was well taken. It’s an interesting added layer to the queer experience and how queerness can be expected to be performative and but really its all about being more of yourself. The idea that queer people don’t owe nobody anything or have to perform an ideal version of queerness and Fabiola struggling with that kinda hit. The part where they talked about her mother learning to support them and being Cricket? Queen/King. Like being trailblazers for the POC community and the LGBTQ+ community having overlapping struggles. Again, I liked that Fabiola was getting more personal screentime and less of her story revolving around Devi’s.

8. Everything else

I liked that there was more Tamil being casually thrown around. Like the Kamala vaadi to hold the suitcase down as they zipped it together was funny and relatable. The accents were really interesting because I promise you, I had no clue what they were saying sometimes. Nalini’s dialogues in Tamil were like immensely difficult to understand, and my Tamil is fluent. This isn’t a criticism... I’m fairly certain the difference is to do with the regional difference. American Tamil and Malaysian + rural Tamil slang are going to have huge accent differences so there’s no surprise that I found Nalini’s Tamil hard to understand.

I’m really really really meh about the Kamala and Manish/Mr Kulkarni thing. I still think she should sort it out with Prasanth maybe but I’m open to seeing where it goes. I might change my mind with it.

This show like any other show had its highs and lows. But I really really do feel that NHIE season 2 managed to truly figure out what the hell it wants to do and developed into a very strong and very entertaining show in terms of representation and diversity. I’m looking forward to season 3.

#nhie netflix #nhie season 2 #nhie s2 #nhie spoilers #nhie review #never have i ever #never have i ever season 2 #never have i ever spoilers #i have a lot of thoughts #bear with me here

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anntidote · 3 years

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:club room keys - sawamura daichi

back to: series index || ann’s playground

pairing: sawamura daichi x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: timestop!au, TW!!dubcon, smut, angst, pwp, blowjob, deep throating, penetration, i still don’t know if this counts as somnophilia (?), mentions of kageyama, michimiya, and oikawa

summary: rain comes down heavy after student council duties, but you still have to drop off a set of keys. luckily, daichi helps you out- and there’s only so many ways that you can repay him.

a/n: dedicated to @ceo-of-daichi simply because lydz deserves a different daichi D word than drought. so here’s some dick LOL.

the ring of the intercom and the bustling life of students. the clatter of shoes against the blue tile and chatter of passing conversation, definitely fell on deaf ears. your form slumping against the desk, and the weight of your face leaning into your palm.

it'd been a couple days since your last run in with tobio, and the whole ordeal of the bathroom incident. the thoughts of him still living rent free in your mind-- at how his eyebrows scrunched up. pursed lips and the weeping tip of his cock, almost blushing the same shade of rose that graced his cheeks.

wait. you shook your head. no. you told yourself you wouldn't think of him like that anymore.

tobio doesn't deserve to be a rebound. he deserves to be treasured, and loved correctly. your job was to keep that awkward, wobbly smile on his face when sipping on his milk straw. you were to worry about his studies, and whether he goes straight home after practice.

the last thing that should be bothering you is the voice at the back of your head. tethering your mindset elsewhere, and questioning why he was jacking off in the school bathroom in the first place.

what made him so frustrated that he went during class?

did he like someone that much? was it someone you knew?

was that someone perhaps you?

"so will you do it?" hands slamming down on your desk, you bolt upright in shock. snapped out of a day dream, you're met with the sight of michimiya, captain of the girls' volleyball team. a crumb or two still on her face, her lopsided grin holds hope when she stares down at you.

"h-huh?" you barely register her words to respond, still alarmed. "i asked if you were willing to drop off our gym's keys after practice. i need to hurry home to do something-- but…" she retracts her hands and props them on her hips. "... are you doing alright? you've seem out of it these couple days. it's not like you."

"if i could turn back time and fix what i did, i would."

your nose scrunches up a bit at the impromptu flashback. "just peachy."

"oh really?" a tinge of sarcasm sprinkled into her reply, you luckily miss the flash of pity in her eyes when you finally look up at her.

almost as if she knew.

"well, i hope things get better for you."

"yeah, yeah." you wave off the topic. "but you said you needed me to drop off keys or something?"

"ah, right!" her usual go-lucky smile making an appearance. "sawamura asked if he could borrow our gym after practice for the last couple days, but i have to promised to run some errands back at home. i was hoping you could swing by the club room after student council, and drop off the keys for me?"

you bit back a laugh, trying to keep the best poker face you could- as the pleading expression on her face looked like something out of a cartoon. "i don't know…"

"oh my goodness, please! i already promised sawamura, and it's already hard enough, trying to get all the members to get to practice and-"

you grab her shoulders, halting the blubbering, and frantic look in her eyes. "calm down, yui! i was only joking- of course i will."

…

rain was something tooru despised.

his complaints were one of a child, as it ruined his hair. it made everything sticky, and smell like wet dog. being out too long would make him sick, and if there was too much of it- it would turn into a storm. it could turn into a hurricane. or even a typhoon.

and it's honestly ironic, even as you hold your bag over your head. your rubber sneakers hitting the mud and pavement, rushing to get under the roof of the club building. much to your luck, the reminiscent squeak of rubber isn't heard, as the gym doors were shut. letting out a huff, the sheer amount of relief that pours over you when the familiar screech of the metal door opens is a blessing.

"hey! you made it-- oh my gosh, get inside!" he cuts off his warm greeting, as he grabs your wrist, pulling you into the room before the door slams behind you. "holy crap, you're drenched."

"thanks for stating the obvious, daichi." you snarkily remark, but still giving him a small smile.

you knew daichi for a lot of reasons. being the karasuno boys' volleyball captain, he's been noted as one of dependability. a solid rock in a foundation, and everything the student body says about him is relatively positive.

but even as a third year, you can still remember his shenanigans like it was yesterday. how he dashed past you whilst racing the basketball team's captain, and accidentally hitting the fire alarm. you couldn't even count how many times he'd had a run in with the principal's toupee.

but even now, in his plain tee and black shorts-- there's this responsible look in his eyes. a quality only built up by experience, and you mentally applaud him. especially when you learn the sheer amount of siblings he had.

"here's the keys for the other gym." you drop the keys into his open palm.

"ah, thanks." a hand moves to the back of his neck, a tell tale sign of his nervousness. "but i thought michimiya was dropping these off."

"yui had something to do today, so she asked me to. hope you don't mind it being me instead of your girlfriend."

his eyes widen, beginning to frantically shake his hands in front of him. "n-no! that's not what i meant at all! she's not even my girlfriend, i-" he cuts himself off at the sound of your laugh, as you clutch a palm on your mouth. a grin peaks through his annoyance. "hey! why're you laughing so bad?"

"i'm sorry but what the heck is this?" you push past him to point at the poster at the far right corner of the room.

"bikini girls? really?"

the blush that comes over his face is absolutely hilarious. "t-that was-!"

"man, who knew sawamura daichi, captain of the volleyball club was a boob man! wait until yui hears about this!" you almost double over in laughter, watching steam puff out of daichi's ears in utter embarrassment.

"don't you have somewhere to be?" he tries to divert the subject, only to hear a crack of thunder beat you to a response. the onslaught of rain beginning to hit the window panes at full force, and the lights flickering. "... nevermind."

"i meant to ask, is it okay if i'm in here?" looking down, you fiddle with the hem of your skirt. "this is the boys' club room after all."

unfortunately for daichi, the implication doesn't go over his head. and the fact that you're confused about why his face seems to flush a further shade of red seems to seal the deal.

that man, does daichi hates being a guy right now.

his initial intent was to simply shield you from the rain. the simple connection that he didn't want you to get further drenched, and fall sick because of the favor he asked for. but now?

he feels guilty when his eyes draw lower, the tune of your laughter and friendly banter playing like background music. he swallows at the translucency of your uniforms while dress shirt. how the faint blue shape of your bra cups your chest, and how the damp fabric seems to cling to your skin. the jealousy of the water droplets that run down your neck and into the divet of your collarbones.

you're in the boys' volleyball club room right now. clothes and gym bags strewn about, the smell of teenage cologne, and all alone.

"t-the rest of the club is in the gym with the coaches." daichi stutters, before coughing to clear his throat. "we can just wait until it lightens up and make a dash for it."

"sounds like a plan! how's tobio doing with sho-- achoo!" you start, only to sneeze mid way.

"crap, your clothes are soaked from the rain." you hurry to wipe your nose, as daichi hands a set of spare clothes toward you. "here."

you raise an eyebrow. "why do you have another set of gym clothes?"

"after hinata puked at our seijoh game, i'm not taking any more chances-- oh shit, wait!" he explains, before his eyes widen at your fingers undoing your blouse buttons, and hurriedly turning the other direction.

you giggle at his panic stricken face, before proceeding to peel the dampened cloth off your body, and your mind still processing the fact he had to have mentioned seijoh. but then a voice chimes in from the back of your head, crying out desperately.

"if i could turn back time and fix what i did, i would."

it's truly unfortunate. and you genuinely sorry for daichi, as you dig into the pocket of your soaked blazer, and pressing the lone button on the stop watch. the pattering of the droplets against the window, halting in its path. the swirl of winds silencing, and the thunder strike through the air, simply pausing at your fingertips.

you're not stupid. you knew where daichi's eyes trailed, especially as you drop your underwear and skirt to the floor, altogether. stepping out of the clothes and bounding toward the captain, sinking to your knees, and staring up at the frozen crimson tint of his face.

you knew the moment you were pulled into this room, that this was a bad idea. and right then and there, your entire consciousness told you that this was your chance to be a good person.

… but was tooru ever a good person?

you let out a small gasp as you grab at his clothed bulge, already half hard through the cloth of his shorts. feeling yourself salivate, you begin to slowly pump. pawing at his size, coaxing him into a full erection.

and honestly, you wonder what would go through daichi's head right now. what would this man think as you pulled down his athletic wear, and how you stared at him in pure wonder. what would he do when his cock lewdly slaps against his abdomen, and falls shy of your lips? what would he do when you swirl your tongue over hips tip, lapping up the weeping cry of arousal, and savoring his taste? taking him deeper, peering back up through fogging vision, as your struggle, and choke around him. coating him in spit, saliva dripping down your chin, and making an utter mess.

you coo at how responsive he is, even when unconscious. the frozen look of his face is one of guilt, but the tips of his ears are the same shade of his cock. you wish to tell him that it's alright, as you were definitely more of a sinner than him. popping off of his length and heaving a full breath, you stand. cupping his face by the cheek, and gently nudging his face to meet yours.

"sorry." your whisper fans hotly against his face, as you continue. moving his limbs almost like a doll, laying him against the floor, and having your legs on either side of his hips.

but if you were going to have fun, it's only fair you'd share it.

the thunder strikes far from where you are, and the heavy breeze makes the windows wobble. but daichi doesn't seem to care- as everything hits him like a truck.

the slick of your mouth, and the choke of your throat. the pumps of your soft hand against his shaft- and how you brutally sink your weeping cunt onto him. the ungiving clench and sheer heat of your pussy had his hands flying to your hips. his eyes widening at the sight of your hands against his chest. fucking yourself onto his cock, moaning his name like a mantra, and lust blown gaze staring right back at him- his eyes roll back as everything becomes too much.

he cums. rope upon rope of milky essence spills from him, legs shaking and earth shattering. daichi almost screams, as the pleasure is borderline painful. the sight of you was too much to handle, and undoubtedly made him double over. "ah shit-!"

daichi doesn't know how you paused time once again, just to make sure he doesn't cum inside you. he doesn't know how quickly you dropped to your knees, mouth wide open, and how he releases down your throat. how you milk every single drop out of him before freezing the world at will.

all daichi knows is confusion and the fuzziness his head pounds with. when suddenly, you're not on top of him anymore. his form is turned, facing the wall again. shaky legs, and not laid against the floor.

"daichi? are you okay?" you call out.

he coughs, turning toward you. "y-yeah…" his confusion etching even more as you're wearing his spare shirt, still in your skirt, and a tilted head facing him. "... i think."

you laugh, hitting his shoulder playfully. "goodness, does the lightning scare you so bad? you look like someone just sucked the soul outta ya!"

he thinks you don't know a thing. the sight of your walls sucking him in fresh in his mind makes heat, and guilt simultaneously pool at his gut. he thinks you're the most innocent soul on earth when you lean in toward him, pressing your palm on his forehead, and giving him an eyeful that makes his breath hitch, before taking a step back.

"don't get sick on me now, captain. you take care of everyone else, so who's going to take care of you?" you tell him off with a wink, only for him to hum an incoherent response, and his mind still buzzing.

was that all his imagination?

"oh look! it's lightening up!" you snap him out of his train of thought when you smile, grabbing his hand, pulling him forward. "let's make a run for it!"

"w-wait!" he stops your other hand from turning the door knob.

you turn toward him, eyebrows raised. "huh?"

it definitely catches you off guard as daichi leans in to look into your eyes. you feel your heart pound in your ears when you stare back. the caramel shade of his skin and the dark pupils trying to analyze you- trying to figure you out. "d-daichi?" you stutter out.

"a-ah… sorry." he pulls back before muttering something under his breath. something about it feeling real.

and it almost hurts as you facade innocence, letting go of his hand and racing toward karasuno's second gym. bags over your heads as you pound against the door, and laugh heartily as kageyama messes up a serve in your presence. it almost hurts as your cunt weeps arousal, and ruins your new, navy blue set of panties.

because it's ironic at how much you told tooru how much you loved the rain. how fun it was as a child to jump into puddles, and dance. how the pattering felt like the knock on a door and a call out to play. how easily rain covered for all the moans that daichi never got to hear when you came around him, walls creaming him in your slick. how the wind howls loudly so that no one could hear you babble your gratitude, and at how thankful you were. and how rain was the best excuse for your tears. the most viable excuse of why your face was an utter mess the other day.

and how it seemed to rain the same day tooru broke your heart in two.

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thedevildomdaily · 3 years

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Demonic Possessions Ch 9: Love Advice & Interior Design

Note: Here’s the Master List for the full story. I recommend reading my stuff on my actual Blog if you enjoy OM! official music! Thank you so much for the support. Please let me hear from you in the comment section. I wanna talk OM!

I decided to make this chapter with more light banter and fun interactions and give the nephilim brothers some attention.

Warnings: Swearing, NSFW implied, light stuff this time ********************************

A couple weeks had passed. Construction on the attic was nearly complete. Lucifer and Azriel had negotiated a schedule in which the nephilim brothers would work on the attic bedroom for their sister. This helped avoid chaotic mornings, at least where the nephilim were concerned.

The overall mood of The House of Lamentation had shifted from the unease of having a new occupant amongst the Brothers and Lilly, to an odd sense of which the brothers had never experienced before. A shift in their dynamic as a family twisted due to a certain blossoming relationship.

Leviathan had become more outgoing and less reluctant in participating in events. He was more welcoming of everyone hanging around his room as well and his mood was less-likely to sour thanks to Lena. His brothers were happy for him, but it was an unusual experience for them as well. It was hard to ever find the two of them apart from each other.

“Thank you for doing my nails Asmo!” Lena chimed, “Your skills are amazing!”

Asmo grinned with brimming confidence, “Of course they are Leee-na. I’m an absolute master with nail art.”

“He’s also the best hair stylist.” Lilly chimed.

Asmodeus’s room had transformed into a spa for the two female residents and himself. The human was laying on his bed with a face mask and cucumbers over her eyes as her toe nails dried. Her hair was in a towel and she was completely relaxed as she sipped on her mimosa.

The nephilim had a peel on her face as she sat in a lavish chair while the demon painted a cute black cat on her accent nail. She too had her fill of mimosas as they relaxed from a week of cramming for a chapter test in alchemy. The math involved was exhausting, but she’d probably do well enough.

“Your brother is almost as bad as my old man when it comes to studying. I’m doing my best to be civil about it, but it’s getting on my nerves…”

Asmo gave a dramatic sigh, “If you think he’s bad now, wait until midterms. It’s a boot camp nightmare.” He then exchanged looks with Lilly as she peeked at them from her cucumber. He was underselling Lucifer’s regime.

“You know….” Asmo began with a sly voice, “I’m surprised Levi isn’t in here to get his nails painted…” Lena knew he was just baiting her at the mention of his brother. He wanted to open a dialogue to gossip about their relationship.

Shrugging, “I offered an invitation but Levi’s nails are still great from the last time you painted them. He’s also really engaged in a super hard game. The last time I saw him, Beel and Belphie were watching him battle a boss. It was getting intense in there…” It was also extremely cute, she thought.

“I’m just saying, given the fact that he’s the Avatar of Envy, I figured Levi to be a little more possessive and be following you around a lot more.” his younger brother admitted.

“Not gonna lie…” Lilly added, “I kinda anticipated that myself.” The brothers were all very possessive and it was easy to picture any one of them being like that. Well, Lucifer excluded. He was too damn cocky to believe anyone would stray from him ever.

Lena thought about it for a moment, ‘Well, I took your collective advice and talked directly with him when we went on that first date. I laid it all out for him: I’m not being held down to any single relationship. And in a kinder manner, that I basically don’t want to deal with jealousy. I’ve given up on monogamy….” he chuckled for a moment, “He actually compared me to you Asmo, and then asked if I wanted to start a reverse harem...and ya know what, I kinda like that idea haha!”

The other two blinked for a moment and joined in the laughter. “Pffft, that’s definitely a Levi-type of conclusion…” Lilly chuckled. She peeled the cucumbers off and ate them as she sat up. “It looks like you guys reached an amicable agreement then?”

The nephilim looked upward, clearly thinking about it for a moment. “We have. He agreed to an open relationship and to not be overly clingy with me. It’s beneficial to the both of u-”

“BOTH!?” Asmodeus interrupted, “Please explain!!?! Has my big, nerdy brother been hiding some secret affairs over these past few centuries?!” Why would it benefit the both of them, when only one of them has even been in multiple relationships?

“Oh, it’s quite simple really,” Lena chuckled, “His 2D waifus. I won’t ever complain about them or come between him and his fandom and I can have relationships with others as well. Besides, we’re immortal beings...forever is a realistic timeframe for us...why cling to each until we both become miserable? Monogamy hasn’t ever worked for any immortals I know...what about you?” Of course she was asking Asmo as he finished her last nail.

The demon shook his head as he released her hand and got his DDD ready to take pictures of his work for the gram. “Not that I’ve ever paid attention to it, I really can’t think of anyone...even angels drift apart and take loooooong breaks.”

“Well that’s a bit depressing….” Lilly mumbled.

“Oh, Lilly dear...don’t get depressed about it. It’s the beauty of humanity. You guys are far more capable of having a one, true love...not that you have to stick to it. It’s a valid option though.” She didn’t mean to depress the human. In her very long life, Lena had been in 100+ year relationships with various long-lived beings and it never seemed to work out. She was now trying this open relationship thing so that she didn’t feel tied-down or tired. She didn’t want anyone she was with to feel that way either.

“It’s all good. I was teasing for the most part.” Lilly smiled, “There’s only so many ways a person can spice things up and keep their relationship fresh; I’m sure an immortal couple could really struggle after a few centuries. It’s that case in my favorite vampire novel series anyways…”

Asmo didn’t comment on the matter. He couldn’t relate since he was loved by all and could charm anyone he wanted. He never for a moment considered a relationship because he could never love anyone more than himself.

“So, since you’ve found a way for things to work, have you guys……?” He smirked at the nephilim.

“ASMO!” Lily shouted. He merely chuckled.

“It’s none of your business…” Lena responded.

“That would be a solid ‘No’ then.” He quibbed. Lilly exchanged a look with him and nodded.

“Y’all are both horrible! It’s hard given he’s so reclusive and nervous. But also very cute….NO! I’m not talking with you guys about this, especially you Asmo. I’m not giving you any ammo to blackmail Levi…” She paused for a moment and contemplated, “I know he’s shy. But I also….”

“Also what?” Lilly blinked.

“I don’t know how to approach him. I’ve never been with a demon. Are you guys...very different for other beings?”

“Oh, you wanna see? Hmmmm?” Asmo teased. Or was he?

“Stop it!” Lilly smacked his shoulder lightly.

“Lena. You’re gonna have to make the first moves on Levi. Good news is there won’t be much effort you’d have to put into seducing him. It’s just finding the opportune moment when you’re feeling it.”

The girls both stared at Asmodeus for a moment.

“What? Is there something on my gorgeous face?” He immediately felt his pale, rosey cheeks.

“No, you’re just being surprisingly perceptive and giving profound advice on the matter.” Lilly said, “Lena should definitely wait until she feels right before taking the move. Like you said girl, you’ve got eternity. Take your time. Levi is a great guy and I know he’d never pressure you...”

Lena smiled and looked-up while thinking about him. “Yeah, he’s great. Special. I have so much fun with him. It’s nice to have someone interested in the same nerdy stuff as I am and not being picked-on about it 24/7.” Her last relationship went down like that. “When he blushes simply by me taking his hand, or how shocked he gets when I sneak behind him and wrap my arms around his waist...oooh... He’s too cute!!!!”

The nephilim squealed and shut her eyes hard thinking about her Levi-kun and the other two just laughed at her. Her responses to his cuteness just didn’t match her aesthetic at all and they found it hilarious to watch.

"Oh.." Lilly chimed in again, "They're 'normal' I guess."

Lena and Asmo blinked at the human for a moment.

"You asked if they were, ya know, compatible. I've had the horror of accidentally entering the men's bath when we went on a trip to a demonic hotspring before...I wanted to shove hot pokers in my eyes..." Lilly cringed.

"Oh, that's right! Lilly got to see me in all of my glory...jealous?" Asmo grinned.

The trio laughed and picked on each other all afternoon.

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“Okay, we need a few more pieces of paneling. I want some nice filigree border work.” Azriel said to himself out loud as he took a step back to look at the progress made on his sister’s room.

Zak stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, as he watched his brother pace across the room. “Hey bro. It’s looking good. You really outdid yourself this time.” His siblings were super artsy, creative types. He couldn’t keep up with them on that. Instead, the middle sibling put any creativity into vehicle design and engineering. “Let’s take a break and go to Hell’s Kitchen for lunch. Then when we get back, you can spot anything else we need to do….”

“You do have a point. Let’s eat and come back with a new perspective…”

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The nephilim brothers went for lunch, meeting up with Beelzabub and Belphegor. The twins were in the back corner, where the owner often put them so they weren’t a distraction for the other customers.

Belphegor had his arms folded on the table, propping his head up as he watched Beel chow down on ten burgers.

“Hey guys, can we join you?” Zak asked when he approached the demons.

“Sh--rr” Beel nodded as he wadded another large bite of food. Zak could have sworn the demon’s jaw had unhinged to take such a huge bite.

Azriel took a seat next to Beel. The two of them were the same height, though Azriel was much thinner, with more of a swimmer’s body then a body-builder’s. Zak sat by a groggy Belphie. They too, were the same height but different build. Zak liked to work out when he wasn’t working on a new engine.

“You guys about to finish remodeling?” Belphie asked with a yawn at the end, “I’m curious what you’ve done to my old...space.” Was it a bedroom or a prison? He didn’t know quite how to label the attic Lucifer kept him in.

Azri gave a pleasant smile, “Yes. It’s all coming along smoothly. Lena will be thrilled with it. It’s a touch of old european with her beloved gothic asethetic. She might not like the light-colored flooring, but it makes the space look bigger…” he went off into deep thought for a moment. Then, he saw some green in the corner of his eye and smiled, “excuse me for a moment…”

“Sorry, I swear Azri has ADHD or something...don’t mind him. ‘Creative Genius’ at work 24/7” Zak chuckled and looked at the menu.

“S’okay.” Belphie nodded and closed his eyes for a moment. “Sounds like you’ve had a lot of things to do. It’s nice putting in that effort for your little sibling.”

The twins and Zaksalamel chatted and ate their lunch, nearly forgetting that the elder nephilim had even came to Hell’s Kitchen. When he finally returned, there was an empty plate left at his spot.

“You shouldn’t have ordered and left when sitting by Beel…” Belphegor responded after seeing the shocked expression on Azri’s face. “Your food didn’t stand a chance...and apparently the napkin…”

“S-sorry….” Beel scratched the back of his head.

After a moment of silence, Azriel sighed, “it’s okay. That one was definitely on me….”

Zak noticed his brother’s cheeks get a little rosy. His mind was elsewhere clearly. What was he up to. “Hey, Devildom to Azriel...where’d you disappear to?”

“Oh, forgive my rudeness..again.” He suddenly returned to the conversation. “I just happened to see someone I know and asked for their opinion about the flooring choice…”

“Mmmh-hmmm…” Zak’s eyes narrowed at his brother, knowing there was something else to it. Azriel’s voice tone was suspicious. He’d leave it alone for now.

“So, anyways, I made the right decision, and I think we will be finished with everything in 2 days.” Azri clapped his hands together, chipper with the apparent results of the consultation he’d just had. “Beel, if you’d like to make it up to me for eating my highly-anticipated lunch, could you help carry furniture upstairs? You must be very careful…Lena is going to flip out when she sees it!”

As the four of them returned to the House of Lamentation together, Beel and Belphie walked some space behind the nephilim.

“They sure seem to care a lot about their sister to spend so much time on this room. I don’t think it was that bad..” Belphegor said quietly.

‘True. But, we’d do the same thing for our sister too. And that means Lilly as well…” Beelzebub nodded.

Agreeing, Belphegor let out a small sigh. He wasn’t sure about his own opinion of Lena so far. They didn’t start off on the best of terms. No, he’d admit that he behaved like a brat that day. But he never had the opportunity to get to know her or to apologize for his overreaction. Maybe he’d help with the furniture too?

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rucow · 3 years

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massive nerevoryn hcs, beware

I have nerevoryn brainworms that torment me day and night, so I answered this ask game under the cut (I did this for myself not for anyone else, pls be nice and ignore it if u don’t like something you see here!)

(A lil clarification: I headcanon Voryn as nonbinary and I use they/them pronouns for them, also they’re ace and afab in my hc, pls look away if that makes u uncomfy) • How did they first meet? They met when Nerevar was hopping from House to House to ask to be supported as Hortator, he just kinda showed up at Voryn's home outta nowhere and was met with 38237 identical serious Dagoth siblings. I can’t think about it without laughing dgsfh

• What was their first impression of each other? Voryn thought Nerevar a fool at first, for coming all the way to Kogoruhn just to ask for political support and to justify /why/ he should be politically supported However, Voryn saw almost instantly that Nerevar was genuine and driven and had strong ambitions for Resdayn, and they ended up agreeing on a lot of things. Meanwhile, Nerevar's first impression of Voryn was...kinda non-existent? He didn't pay much attention to them and didn't differentiate much between Voryn and their siblings. They were all just a bunch of polite goths to him, so he liked them from the beginning 😹

�� Did any of their friends or family want them to get together? Voryn's family was neutral and maybe a lil cautious, but ultimately didn't interfere at all and they quickly accepted Nerevar as part of their family Nerevar has no family, though I consider Vivec to be his family in some way. But no, Vivec didn't really want them to get together :') (he didn't like Voryn very much in the beginning, he thought they're boring, too serious, and has no sense of humor LOL but he warms up to them after a while.. he won’t stop messing with them tho, bc they’re rly easy to tease and that’s fun) • Who felt romantic feelings first? Voryn did. Nerevar's feelings only started ages later, he's not really the type to sit down and analyze/reflect on his feelings, so he didn't realize he had romantic feelings until they hit him full force LOL • Did either of them try to resist their feelings? Voryn tried, but gave up and opted for hiding their feelings instead of suppressing them 😔 • If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think? They would believe it. Nerevar wouldn't immediately assume it means "romantic soulmate" though, he already sees Voryn as a very close friend so the news that they're soulmates makes perfect sense to him. On the other hand, Voryn wouldn't be surprised to find out they're soulmates, but they'd feel like it's a cruel thing to do to them both, since they can't be together openly and in the way that they want to be. It would be heartbreaking to them :’/ • What would their lives be like if they had never met? Voryn's life would've remained quiet and uneventful, most likely. And they wouldn’t have ended up the way they did in canon. Nerevar is an unpredictable mystery though so I have no idea, maybe he'd go down a different path and take some impulsive bad decisions in his life 🤔 oh wait he already does that nvm • Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go? Nerevar initiated it. Voryn has had feelings for him for a very long time, but at first they didn't want to be in a relationship with Nerevar due to how complicated it would be, but yeah...they couldn't ignore their heart's call, and definitely couldn't refuse Nerevar when he started returning the feelings :') • Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like? YEAH!! I have no idea though! It would've been secret but very nice and romantic :'D • What was their first kiss like? It was intimate, and heavy. It was packed full of years of suppressed feelings and wishes. Voryn may have teared up a bit lmao • Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)? Nerevar has already had relationships (though nothing long-term) and has had...experience with ppl, in all meanings Nerevar WAS Voryn's first everything though! Mainly because Voryn has never had much interest in ppl before, and just the thought of kissing grosses them out, unless it’s with the right person ofc uwu • What’s their height difference? Age difference? Nerevar is 6'1 and Voryn is 5′6-5'7, they're the same age though! • What’s their relationship with each other’s families? Nerevar likes the dagoths. They don’t pry into his business (ahem, affair*) with Voryn and they always welcome him to Kogoruhn with no problem (aka they tolerate his out-of-nowhere appearances and occassional odd behavior). He finds it a bit unsettling that Voryn has so many siblings but he doesn’t question it. Voryn tries to get along with Vivec, even tho the younger makes it difficult. Voryn is an older sibling, so they have the patience to deal with a younger moodier mer who’s hellbent on disliking them for no reason LOL • Who takes the lead in social situations? Nerevar does, Voryn is really awkward at socializing and hates doing it too 😹 • Who gets jealous easier? They both do, but their jealousy manifests in different ways. Nerevar is much more vocal/open about it. Voryn doesn't give him any reasons to be jealous tho, at least not on purpose 🤧 • Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear? UHH neither of them does 😳 ...unless they've been drinking, then they both do it fjdhsn (Voryn won’t say anything explicit tho, just rly cheesy declarations of love or something SOBS) • Who said “I love you” first? Voryn said it first, but only after Nerevar had already confessed his feelings :’) they needed to be sure they wouldn’t get rejected bc that would just break their heart tbh • Who uses cheesy pick-up lines? Both do, but they mean it in all seriousness, and they believe every word the other says. • How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA? PDA is a big no-no for obvious reasons, unless it's only around trustworthy ppl like Alandro Sul and Voryn's family. Yes, Alan my boi is chill with all of this hehe • Who initiates kisses? Nerevar. He's very touchy uwu • Who’s the big and little spoon? Nere's the big spoon, usually. Voryn's like...a stick...though they can get clingy in their sleep /sobs • What are their favorite things to do together? Having time to spend together is rare for them, so they treasure every little moment they have. They both prefer spending time completely alone with one another, somewhere far and secluded where they can’t see or hear any other people. Nerevar needs moments of quietness to recharge after dealing with so many ppl in his daily affairs, so he really appreciates Voryn’s company bc their energy is very calming and they’re just quiet and pleasant in general.... they’re the type to sit in comfortable silence and just lean on one another as the world fades around them :’) • Who’s better at comforting the other? They know each other very well, so they're both amazing at comforting each other, except it's a lot easier for Voryn to comfort Nerevar solely because Voryn isn't as open about their emotions as he is, and doesn't want to worry Nerevar with anything, so they keep their emotions/pain private much more than Nerevar does. Nere's more open about things that bother him and spills his soul out to Voryn often lol • Who’s more protective? Oh gosh they are both overprotective of one another, they live dangerous lives after all. However, Voryn's the type to get physically sick by worrying over Nerevar's well-being... Nerevar doesn't handle it any better tho, he would become very spooky and destructive if anything happened to Voryn 👀 • Do they prefer verbal or physical affection? Nerevar prefers verbal affection from Voryn, because he knows Voryn’s words are always truthful. Voryn prefers physical affection from Nerevar though, because they know he uses verbal affection with a lot of people, so the physical kind feels more personal and genuine to them u_u • What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise? ... I must warn u. my taste in music is maybe TOO happy/sappy for these two, but anyway.. here u go (all these songs are from Voryn’s POV): 1. the lyrics and overall aesthetic and feel of this song.. it suits them in my hc a lot :’( 2. by the same singer, this song HHNGN the lyrics just make me think of how voryn sees nerevar 3. something even more light-hearted... sorry there’s no eng subs but trust me the lyrics are beautiful, the bridge especially makes me cry it’s so pretty.. and 「美しい心を持っている、ずっとこの海よりも深い」 😭 BASICALLY ANY LOVE SONGS MAKE ME THINK OF THEM 😭😭 • Who remembers the little things? Voryn's memory is impeccable. Nerevar is kinda airheaded, he doesn't remember things consciously but he remembers them in his heart • If they get married, who proposes? Voryn does! Though it's not a typical proposal, because their relationship isn't typical either. They simply propose that they both should undergo a ritual to bring them (more specifically, their souls) closer together... It’s the same ritual that Voryn’s mother did to their father, and they learned it from her before she disappeared/passed • What’s the wedding like? Who attends? It's a secret one, so no one attends it besides the two. It's not a wedding though, it's more like a romantic ritual conducted by Voryn themself, where they link their souls/hearts together :') it happens at nighttime in a secluded place, probably a cave with an open sky... somewhere in nature far away from any civilization • How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like? They have one very rambunctious but sweet daughter! She inherits a LOT of Nerevar’s looks and personality, even his ideals and stuff (once she grows up) • Do they have any pets? Nerevar doesn't have any, but he loves animals. Voryn's home has plenty of domestic animals/creatures though, much to Nerevar's joy 👌 (yes I hc the dagoths to be farmers bc I love the thought of a goth farm) • Who’s the stricter parent? Voryn. Though they're still very mild, just. more cautious about parenting than Nerevar is?? And unlike him, they actually teach their kid manners djfnsf • Who kills the bugs in the house? VORYN. They have no fear of bugs and actually know how to handle them really well! • How do they celebrate holidays? Not together :'( </3 • Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning? Voryn. Nerevar's an early morning person, while Voryn just wants to be lazy and stay in bed until noon. Voryn has sleepy b* disease • Who’s the better cook? Dare I say both??? >:)c Voryn likes baking more than cooking though, so when they have the time for it, they like treating Nerevar with sweets u_u✨ Nerevar doesn’t really have a sweet tooth though, he’ll just engulf anything that Voryn or their family cooks LOL

#I couldn't control myself I NEED to talk about them they're ruling my life ever since I played morrowind last year #nerevoryn #voryn dagoth #nerevar #voryn #txt #i love htem

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koris-crumbs · 3 years

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Tea With The Todorokis:

A Todokami/Dabihawks story

Suggested by @camys1984

‘I have a todokami hc that's like, shouto and touya have sibling bonding time talking bout the energetic blonds they like, while neither the league or 1A knows.’

A/N: Sorry for taking so long with this request! I’ve been pretty busy the past couple weeks. Feel free to make more requests on this post, or go back to the original one!

Warnings: Cursing

It was cold. Even with half of his body feeling like it was practically on fire (which it was), Shoto still somehow felt cold. It made sense why, it was the end of November and it had been raining for the past couple days. Not cold enough for snow, but not warm enough for sun. Well...it was nighttime at the moment, but you get the picture. Now, you might be wondering what the hell Shoto was doing walking down the streets of Musutafu at eight ‘o clock at night, by himself, in the cold. The flickering light that came from the few streetlights was the only thing illuminating Shotos path, the streets empty as most people were waiting out the cruddy weather in their own homes. Probably everybody except for Todoroki.

To get to the main point, Shoto didn’t even want to be out here in the first place. The only reason he was out here is mainly because it would help him clear his mind, he had a lot of thoughts streaming in and out of his head...some of them more intrusive then others. You see, a certain electric blonde had managed to be occupying all the space in his brain. Yup, that electric blonde being the one and only Denki Kaminari. Shoto hadn’t even realized how it happened, hadn’t even taken notice of the times when he was staring long-fully across the classroom or the dorms at Denki. Brushed off the times when he found his mind drifting to thoughts of the bubbly, loud giggle of the human pikachu look-a-like. He had pushed his actual feelings down so much, that when he finally realized they might be a little less platonic then he originally thought, his brain just froze. Along with his entire right side.

Once he was aware of how he really felt for his extroverted and outspoken classmate, he didn’t know how to act around Kaminari anymore. It’s not like he was super close with the boy, at least he didn’t think so..? Denki usually just teased him the same amount he teased everybody else. Except for his friends that were dubbed the ‘Bakusquad’. That got Shoto thinking even harder about the subject. Was Kaminari...romantically involved with anyone? Kirishima? Sero? Hell, even Bakugo would make more sense than him getting with Shoto of all people. A dark feeling started boiling up from deep inside of Todoroki. He didn’t realize what it was at first, but then recognized it as the feeling of jealousy. It wasn’t something Shoto felt a lot, and it definitely wasn’t something he wanted to feel all the time. It made him feel...bad. Not that he hasn’t ever felt bad before. He definitely has. But, this was a different kind of bad. Jealousy was a different kind of bad...

“Something on your mind, little brother?” A deep, gravelly voice grumbled out from behind one of the nearby Japanese Maple trees. Oh. Right. There was another reason he had ventured out of the dorms this late at night. And that reason had been because of his hot-headed older brother. Touya Todoroki. Or as most of the world knew him, Dabi. To make a long story short, Touya had faked his death, lied to the entire family and had the world believing he was deceased. Going by the alias Dabi, and ‘becoming a villain’, although he knew better. The whole world believed it except for a chosen few who knew the truth. Those being Shoto, obviously, and the number two hero, Hawks. The only reason Hawks knows is because him and Shoto’s brother had gotten rather...close recently. Touya hasn’t clarified if they were romantic with each other, but it was clear that they were involved. Todoroki didn’t really feel the needy to ask about it, and really didn’t want to hear his own flesh and blood talk about how...intimate him and Hawks got. Shoto had learned enough about Touya to know that he wouldn’t hesitate in going into extreme detail about those sorts of things...

“You’ve been quiet for a while, so I’m gonna take that as a yes.” He drawled sarcastically. Pushing himself off of the tree from his position where he had been leaning against it. He shuffled up next to the heterochromic-colored eyed boy, bumping Shoto’s arm with his. The younger brother knew he had flinched, it was still weird to think that the guy who had literally kidnapped one of his best friends only a few months ago, had secretly been his brother and wasn’t even a villain technically. More like a vigilante if anything. Todoroki wasn’t gonna sugarcoat it, he knew him and his brother needed to discuss a lot more than the shit they had briefly touched on before. Shoto definitely had mixed feelings about his brother right now, but he couldn’t touch on them at the moment. Since Touya has decided teasing Shoto was his new favorite past time.

“Or...perhaps a someone-?”

“Oh shut it.” Todoroki immediately shut down Touyas jab at him. Which made the black haired males eyes gleam curiously and mischievously. A grin spreading across his face, which caused his scar to stretch in a way that made my skin crawl. Although I couldn’t really say much either.

“Oh-ho-ho, you definitely are. So, who is it? Midoriya? Bakugo? Maybe Yaoyorozu-?”

“Shut. Up.” Shoto hissed. Elbowing his older brother in the ribs. He had to admit, this was...nice. Most of Shotos family didn’t really know how to take jokes, to be fair neither did Shoto, but Touya was different. Fuyumi always treated him as a fragile little boy who would break if she said the wrong thing to him. Natsuo was hardly ever home, and the conversations they had on the phone were more like, ‘so how has school been? How’s the weather there? Etc, etc.’ they couldn’t do any joking with each other. Dad was...well, dad. And mom and him still hadn’t really gotten to that level of familiarity quite yet. Touya was the only one who he could talk to like this...the only one who would understand. Even if he wasn’t a hero, hell, he could hardly even be considered good...Shoto understood Touya. And Touya could understand him without either of them having to exchange words. So maybe...maybe he would understand this feeling that Shoto has been feeling more recently. He has experience right? With Hawks?

...It was better than asking dad.

“Touya..?” Shoto started, shoving his hands in his pockets as the two started walking side by side once again. Their shoes scraping against the concrete roughly as the two of them were dragging their feet, probably both needing to talk about something. Todoroki could physically feel his brother bristle up a bit at the usage of his real name. Being called by his fake name this entire time, it made sense why.

“What.” He responded dully. Almost as if he was bored of this conversation already. Shoto briefly wondered again if this was a bad idea. If his brother was going to be a dick about this...was it really worth it? “Spit it out, Shoto.” Touya piped up again, snapping his younger brother out of his thoughts. Shoto hesitated for another moment or so before taking a deep breath, and beginning to spill his thoughts.

“Is it normal...to feel attracted to someone you hardly know..?” Shoto asked softly, his voice barely a whisper. He didn’t like how his brother was quiet for more than a minute, it definitely didn’t calm the growing pit in his stomach. If he really had feelings for Kaminari, and Touya didn’t have anything to offer him, he was gonna be completely lost on how to make a move.

“Yeah. Attraction is totally normal. If the person looks good especially. This doesn’t seem like that though...this seems more involved. You’re romantically interested in someone it seems like...you have feelings for em.” Touya explained with a small grin on his face, staring ahead at the road in front of them. Shoto was surprised his brother had actually given him a decent word of advice. As he thought about what he had said for a bit longer, Shoto realized Touya was right. His feelings for Denki hadn’t been just a little, ‘oh he looks good’, he was attracted to the electric blondes personality. Some saw it as annoying, Shoto found it endearing. Some found Denkis constant flirting a nuisance, while Shoto wished the other male would flirt with him instead of everybody else. Huh.

Oh fuck...he had feelings for Denki fucking Kaminari...

“...Ah, okay...” Shoto awkwardly mumbled in response to his brother giving him a questioning look. He had probably been silent for too long again...he should change the subject, quick, quick. “So, I’m assuming you’ve experienced this before..?” Shoto asked quietly. Yes, he had an idea of who it was that his brother was involved with, but he just wanted to make sure he had it right and wasn’t thinking about things too much. Flashbacks of when he accused Midoriya of being All Mights secret love child flashed through his brain...which in his defense kind of made sense, but still.

“Well yeah, no shit. You think I would tell the number two hero who I actually was if I wasn’t involved with them in some way?” Touya snapped back sarcastically. The older male crossing his arms, which let Shoto get a better view of the rest of the burns and scars that were occupying Touyas arms. Snapping his gaze back forward, he thought about what his brother had just revealed. He knew there was a pretty good chance Touya had been romantically connected with the hero, but hearing it come straight from the others mouth was a whole different thing. “...He’s honestly my lifeline, Sho. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t met him when I did...the League isn’t exactly a friendly environment to sit down and talk about how you miss your family and don’t really wanna be doing that kind of shit anymore just for kicks...” Touya continued. And Shoto listened intently. Happy that him and his brother were finally discussing something. It seemed like that was all Touya had the guts to share though, since he stopped talking soon after that. Shoto was also silent for a few moments, before finally speaking up again.

“Well, Hawks is a good person to be around. He annoys the hell out of dad as well, that’s a plus.” The half and half male attempted to joke. Only earning a slight chuckle from his older brother, before the two fell back into their awkward silence. God, this felt so weird...at the same time though, it felt familiar. Like they were just normal siblings talking about their crushes to each other. Shoto knew that Touya only focused on most of the ‘stronger’ people in his class. Bakugo, Midoriya, Tokoyami, etc...so he may not know who Kaminari was...it was fine to drop at least a couple hints...right? “...The guy I like is really loud, can be considered annoying, but he’s really sweet. And determined. He thinks he’s weak and is always striving to get better, but he’s already gotten so strong. It’s amazing how much potential he has, he just needs to realize that.” Shoto ranted. Running his hand through his multicolored hair. He couldn’t read the look on Touyas face from this angle, but he could definitely make out the slight upturn in his lips and the slight huff of laughter that escaped from his brothers mouth.

“Sounds like this guy is pretty great. But, he doesn’t sound like any of the little bitches I’ve met before in your class.” “Don’t call them that. And, that’s because you haven’t met him. And, I swear to god Touya if you go seek him out purposely and do the whole ‘older brother interrogation’ thing I’m never visiting you again.” Shoto growled in a low, warning tone. Touya raised his hands up in a surrendering sort of gesture. Shaking his head in response as he snorted.

“Calm down, I wasn’t planning on it. I’m definitely not risking getting caught right now.” Touya said in response to Shoto getting defensive. To which the younger of the two seemed to relax a bit more, quieting down and focusing his gaze onto the ground. He could practically feel Touyas icy turquoise eyes staring a hole into him, almost as if he was studying him. To which Shoto merely raised his eyebrow in response, giving his older brother a questioning look. That caused Touya to chuckle a bit, and quickly gaze back upon the road instead of at Shoto. “All I’m saying is, you sound really sure about this guy. If you really do feel that way about it, then you should do something about it.” “But-“ “Don’t give me the ‘I don’t know how to talk to people excuse’. If I can get a boyfriend of all people, so can you.” Touya said, and for once in his life, Shoto heard absolutely no hesitation in his voice. He was serious about this. And, as Shoto looked over to see his brother, he was met with Touya staring right back at him, a small smile and a sincere look in his eyes. Only having to receive a small nod from Touya, Shoto felt the corners of his lips quirk upwards.

“Fine, maybe I will.”

#bnha #dabihawks #todokami #todoroki shōto #dabi is a todoroki #todoroki brothers #touya todoroki

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comebackbehere23 · 4 years

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2nd weirdest crossover I’ve written. I also definitely have about 4K more of this written, but this was all I could fit without reaching character limit.

“Just because our parents are married, it doesn’t mean I like you.”

“Oh, the sentiment is returned in full.”

Beca Mitchell glares at the younger girl, “Just stay out of my room, out of my business, and out of my life and we’ll be fine.”

“Fine.” Rachel scoffs. “I hate you.”

“I hate you too, pipsqueak.”

“Beca!”

Beca blinks furiously as she pulls herself from the memory and glances to her few excited acapella teammates. Everyone is watching with her with wide eyes, and all Beca can do is squirm uncomfortably as she shifts away from the looks. She knows why they’re watching her, they’re waiting for her excitement; Beca is minutes away from being reunited with her little sister and she is beyond thrilled.

“She’s here!” Flo calls from the window.

With a small smile, Beca allows her friends to pile out the door and welcome the youngest Mitchell into their embrace. Beca slowly makes her way to the front door and watches as her baby sister is stuck in a game of ping pong of hugs and kisses. As she watches, Beca can’t help but feel a little amazed by how much Rachel has grown. Not too much has changed really, she still has stars in her eyes and a smile too big for her face.

She’s still the same kid who came nose diving into her life when she was fourteen. But it’s different now, she’s different. She’s twenty and has been away at college for the last three years, she missed Rachel’s entire high school experience. She missed Rachel. Now, her little sister is here and she gets a chance to rebuild something that she knows is pretty much already unbreakable.

“Alright, alright!” Beca calls. “Let the girl breathe.”

“Rebbie!”

Beca winces, “On second thought, smother her.”

Rachel is full of giggles as she skips to her sister and throws her arms around her. Beca doesn’t bother to hide her smile, she doesn’t try to smother that part of her only her sister can bring out. If Beca is being honest, gaining a sister is the only reason why she got through her parents divorce. For the first few months, she hated Rachel but after a few awkward conversations over microwave dinners and swapping their musical passions, everything changed. She changed.

“Hey, pipsqueak.” Beca grins.

Rachel pulls away with a beam, “I missed you.”

“I missed you more. Believe it or not, there’s not a lot of people like you on this campus.” Beca teases, and Rachel simply waves her off. “Did you get here okay? How was your flight?”

“Beca, do you have actual...feelings?” Flo asks as she furrows her brow. “I thought you were much like the boy from back home who didn’t speak so they sent him to live in the forest.”

“They sent a kid to live in the forest?” Amy scoffs with a roll of her eyes. “Big deal. In Tasmanian, we sent a kid to wrestle crocodiles to prove we were a higher class.”

Stacie blinks in horror, “What happened to him?”

“He died.” Amy shrugs.

Beca slaps a hand to her forehead while her sister simply laughs, “Jesus. Rach, I promise you’ll get used to all of...this.”

“I like it.” Rachel assures her with a bittersweet shrug. “Back home, the Glee club never really accepted me for me. I-I didn’t have this. And having friends? That’s all I want. The bonus is that my friends get to become my family.”

“Don’t worry, Mini Mitchell,” Stacie beams as she bounces to wrap her arms around Rachel. “You’re here and this is a brand new start. So, how about we show you your room?”

Rachel nods happily, “Please.”

Beca watches with a small frown as Flo and Stacie eagerly swallow Rachel up in a herd to lead her into their house. As she watches her sister, Beca can sense a change. She isn’t sure what it is or what it means but it doesn’t feel good. It makes her stomach turn, and she’s determined to figure out what has happened to Rachel in the three years they’ve been apart.

“You good, Shawshank?”

Beca nods, “Yeah. Totally.”

“She’ll be okay.” Amy assures her as she claps a hand on Beca’s shoulder. “Just give it some time, yeah? We’ve got her back.”

“I know.” Beca chuckles. “Thanks, Amy.”

Rachel meets everyone in small clumps. She was greeted by Flo, Stacie, and Amy. Later, she was given a tour by Ashley and Jessica. After that, she had endured a quite disturbing conversation with Lilly before Beca had pulled her away. Now, she’s watching Beca anxiously stare at the front door as she waits for the important Bella to appear. And by important, Rachel can only assume that Beca is talking about Chloe Beale.

Chloe is the one thing that Beca always talked about when they would text or spend hours on FaceTime. She told Rachel about the shower, about her Bellas audition, about Chloe’s surgery, about their win at Nationals, and so on. And like any other fairytale that Beca has read her, Rachel waited in anticipation for the big kiss. For the happy ever after. Yet it never came. At least not with Chloe. Instead it came in the form of some guy named Jesse, someone Beca had only mentioned once and that was only because he has accidentally bumped into Chloe and didn’t apologize.

“Beca, I’m here! What’s so important?”

When Chloe appears, Rachel wants to slap Beca. She genuinely wants to pile drive her sister into the nearest concrete platform because Chloe is beautiful. She’s stunning. The photos and selfies Beca has sent her doesn’t do that older woman enough justice, especially when it comes to those blue eyes. Suddenly, Rachel understands just why Beca hasn’t made a move on her. She understands why her sister ended her relationship with Jesse before it could even really begin; she ended it because of those damn baby blues.

“Chlo,” Beca drawls. “This is my little…”

“Oh. My. God.” Chloe squeals. “You’re Rachel.”

“I am.” Rachel nods. “And you’re Chloe.”

“I have heard so much about you.” Chloe sighs as she sweeps Rachel into a tight hug. “Beca has a calendar that has been counting down to this day. It’s so cute.”

Beca slaps a palm to her face, “Chloe.”

“What? It’s true. Out of all of us, you are the only one with a younger sister. Can you aca-believe it? The rest of us are stuck with older siblings or smelly baby brothers.” Chloe pouts as she pulls away from Rachel. “Don’t be ashamed of how much you love her.”

“I’m not.” Beca chuckles. “I really am happy for her to be here.”

Chloe crosses the room to cup Beca’s cheeks as she grins, “You’re so cute.”

“I’m late! Oh darn, I am so late!”

Chloe pulls away from Beca in time to watch as Emily spills into the house and stumbles over the rug. It isn’t a shock to anyone when her books go flying and she lands with a thud, but Rachel is quick to rush forward to help her pick up her books. And as Emily looks up, Beca sees it. She sees the moment a spark is lit, it’s the same spark that was lit for her three years ago at that activities fair.

“Wow.” Emily swallows hard. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi.” Rachel whispers. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Uh huh.” Emily nods as she stumbles to her feet and accepts the book Rachel offers her. “You didn’t have to help. Thanks.”

“It’s no problem.” Rachel grins.

Emily sputters as she offers her hand, “I’m Emily. Emily Junk. And yes, I said junk. Like the stuff you find in the garbage...but I’m not garbage. Or at least I don’t think I am.”

“I definitely don’t think you’re garbage. At least you don’t look or smell like it.” Rachel giggles as she accepts the soft handshake. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard all about you, Legacy. I’m Rachel. Rachel Berry-Mitchell.”

Emily keeps the smile on her face as her eyes go wide, “Oh shit.”

“Yeah,” Beca snorts. “Oh shit is right.”

“So, are you going to help me unpack?”

“What’s the point?”

Quinn glares at her sister, “Seriously?”

“Q-Tip, I’m in the middle of finishing this project. Alex and I are halfway done and if we finish in time then that means dinner with Kara, and I haven’t done that in days.” Lena reminds her. “So, unpack by yourself.”

“Thanks. Always such a big help.”

“I allowed you to move into my apartment, didn’t I? I saved you from having to suffer through the tortures of dorm life.” Lena points out as she nudges her goggles back up her nose. “And I’m hiding your major from mom and dad.”

Quinn rolls her eyes, “I appreciate it.”

“That’s the attitude I’m looking for.” Lena smirks.

With a sigh, Quinn hauls another box into her room and looks at the bare walls. For the next four years, this is going to be her home. After begging and crying, Lena had relented and allowed Quinn to move into her apartment so she could avoid Barden’s dorm rooms. But now that she’s here, it feels so...empty. Even though she can smell her sister’s perfume everywhere and see pictures of the life she left back in Lima plastered everywhere.

No, the emptiness comes from the giggles that Lena gives as she studies with her best friend. Or the way she flushes when her phone lights up. It’s an empty sadness and jealousy that reminds her that her sister already has created a new life, she has escaped their parents expectations. But Quinn? No, Quinn is their last shot. With one kid in jail and the other gay, Quinn is their golden ticket. Their golden child. And she refuses to ruin that.

“Maybe that’s why you’re so lonely.” Quinn sighs.

And maybe, maybe it is.

#glee #pitch perfect #faberry #bechloe #supercorp #rachel berry #quinn fabray #chloe beale #beca mitchell #lena luthor #kara danvers #social media au

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chibinekochan · 3 years

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How to become a Demon Ruler 207

Part: 00 I 01 I 02 I 03 I 04 I 05 I 06 I

Gender Neutral Reader insert

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My classes are finally done for the day and I'm more than ready to go home.

I spot Beel, he carries Belphie on his back.

"Is he alright?" I worry that he got hurt somehow.

"He is just sleeping, happens all the time." Beel smiles lightly. "Are you done for the day?"

"Yeah, I was just about to head home. What about you?" I feel relieved that nothing bad happened at least.

"Same, want to go together?" Beel offers with a big smile.

"Of course." It's definitely better than going alone.

We start walking at a casual speed.

"You and Belphie must be super close." It seems unusual to carry a sibling home at least.

"We are twins so it's natural," Beel explains.

"Ah, that explains it. I just didn't think of that, since you two look so different." It's a bit strange at least.

"We were just born at the same time. You see we are all brothers by choice." Beel says this with a big smile. He must really love his bro

I can only smile at this. "That is very awesome. I'm kinda jealous of that." I admit a bit shyly.

"You, Diavolo and Barbatos seem to have a good bond too. It will only get stronger. By the way, if you run into any issues you can always come to me or any of my brothers. I know they can sometimes be trouble but they would always support people they care about." Beel is serious about this.

It fills me with warmth."I hope they will care about me soon then and I kinda feel like I belong here already thanks to all of you. It might be a bit early but I'd like to see you all as my friends someday." It's a nice goal to have at least.

"Sounds good to me." He smiles, but then his stomach rumbles. "Oh, do you mind stopping by a bakery quickly?" He looks guilty at me.

"I don't mind. I'm getting hungry myself." I have to admit that school drained all of my energy.

"I'll get you something too then." Beel offers this very nicely to me.

"Better not. I'm getting fat anyway at this rate." I admit with a low voice.

"Fat? Were?" He narrows his eyes at me. "Well, if it bothers you you can train with me. I do that too since I don't want to gain too much weight either plus I enjoy the exercise." Beel has a good idea, but there is one issue.

"I don't think I'd be able to keep up with you at all." I sigh, remembering my training with Barbatos.

"Hmm true, humans are fragile apparently. In that case, I will go easy on you. Just stretches and a few rounds around the house of lamentation and some light exercises for the start." Beel seems to have made a plan already.

"Let's start with one round and tone down whatever your definition of 'light exercises' way down." I can only shudder at the thought of repeating my experience.

Beel shrugs. "Alright, it's a plan then. I'll buy you something."

He heads into the store and comes out with a bag filled to the brim. He hands me a small bag with two items.

"Can you keep one for Belphie? I usually just end up eating his food too." He admits sheepishly.

"Of course. No problem." Both items seem to be the same. It looks a bit like a croissant with chocolate and berries.

I take a curious bite. It's sweet and very juicy while also somehow not dripping. "Wow, this is amazing." I can't hide my enjoyment.

Beel nods while stuffing his mouth.

When his mouth is empty again, he starts speaking again. "I'm glad you enjoy it."

At that moment, Belphie wakes up. "Hm? Oh, is class over? Thanks for carrying me, Beel." He smiles sleepily.

"No problem. I got us all a snack. Do you want to walk the rest?" Beel let's Belphie down.

"Hm? You haven't eaten everything yet?" Belphie yawns and stretches.

"No, I gave yours to them." Beel smiles at me.

"Here you go." I hold out the tasty treat for Belphie.

He takes it. "Thank you both." Belphie smiles mostly at Beel, but that's okay for me.

"It's very good. Is it one of your favorites, Belphie?" I can imagine that Beel would buy that for his brother.

"Nope, never even seen this." He bites into the treat.

"It is brand new and I wanted you two to have it." Beel smiles sheepishly.

"It's good. Good choice, Beel." Belphie seems pleased enough. "What did you two talk about when I slept?" He looks at Beel.

"We made plans to train together," Beel replies calmly.

"Hahaha, good luck with that. I might come to watch that." Belphie finds this very amusing.

"Just wait and see." I feel strangely motivated by his comment.

Belphie just shrugs. "Suit yourself."

We soon arrive at the house of lamentation. We say our goodbyes and I quickly make my way back home.

I laugh at the thought that the big castle is now my home. It's a nice feeling. I wonder if anyone is home yet?

Then I see Barbatos waving at me with a smile. My heart jumps with happiness.

It's been only a few hours since I saw him but I realize that I missed him.

"How was your first day?" He greets me in a friendly manner.

"It was pretty good. I even managed to get access to Diavolos power but sadly I set a table on fire. Overall it was a lot better than expected." I figure it's best to be straightforward with my mistake. There is a good chance that Barbatos knows already anyway.

Barbatos raises his eyebrows, and this information surprises him after all. " Are you unharmed? " He sounds very worried.

"I'm fine, it was just pretty surprising. I need to train to control that better. I still have no idea how to access my power yet either, but the other human exchange student is some wizard and he will help me." I shrug and share more news with Barbatos.

He smiles at me. "I'm glad you are alright and you speak of Solomon, I assume?"

"Yeah, do you know him?" This is pretty interesting to me.

"Indeed, as a matter of fact, I have a pact with him." Barbatos' face doesn't move.

It's hard to tell what he feels sometimes.

I know what I feel at least, jealousy. It's not a nice feeling for sure. I have no clue why I'd even be jealous of that?

"Is there anything troubling you master?" He looks at me.

"I'm just kinda tired." I turn away from his gaze, fearing that he somehow can peer straight into my heart. I'm truly stupid for feeling this way. Not only does Barbatos only see me as his master but it's just a pact. It's not like they are dating.

I sigh deeply.

"Let's head inside then. I have coffee and strong tea that will wake you right back up." Barbatos politely smiles, seemingly unaware of my inner turmoil.

I'm thankful for that though, I don't like my ugly feelings right now.

He serves me some hot coffee. I drink it slowly, enjoying the quiet moment after my hectic school day.

I tell Barbatos about the rest of my day. He listens calmly and seems very pleased.

"For the rest of today, you can take off. It would be pointless if you would exhaust yourself." Barbatos is still concerned.

"I'm fine. I want to train a little bit at least. Solomon said I should train with fire or another strong force. I think I will stick to something less dangerous though. Any ideas?" The fire incident is still fresh on my mind.

Barbatos sighs lightly, then he thinks for a moment. "There is a waterfall in the far back of the estate. It's far enough away if any flooding should occur."

I sweat lightly at the implication. "Sounds great."

"I shall show you the way but promise me to only train for an hour and then take at least a break." Barbatos knows me too well at this point.

"Thank you. Let me just quickly redress and it will only be for an hour. I have to text Beel anyway regarding our training." I don't plan to exhaust myself.

"You certainly are getting along well with the brothers. I need to keep an eye on that." Barbatos looks troubled.

"They are pretty nice and I'm glad to make friends." It's been a long time since I could call anyone my friend, it's a nice feeling to be so accepted.

"I don't mind you making friends of course. Though it troubles me a bit knowing that you will spend less time at home." Barbatos' words surprise me.

"Are you feeling lonely?" I say with a teasing smile.

Barbatos' eyes widen for a split second. "I guess I do…" He looks like he just realized that. "I might have gotten too used to you being around all the time." He admits with a bashful smile. This is a very rare moment. I try to burn it into my memory.

"Aww, I missed you too," I admit, feeling a bit bashful myself.

Barbatos smiles unusually softly. "I'm glad we are on the same page about that." There seems to be so much more he wants to say but simply decides to keep quiet.

I leave him be and quickly run to redress. My outfit is perfect for training and getting a bit wet.

"I'm ready." I almost run into the waiting Barbatos, who is tending to the flowers in the garden.

"You are certainly filled with energy. Must be nice." He looks at me with a slightly teasing smile.

I pout at him. "Are you going to show me that waterfall now?"

Barbatos gives me a slight smirk. "Of course, follow after me."

Barbatos leads me through the vast garden, it's even bigger than I assumed.

I keep an eye on the path, not wanting to repeat the time I fell into Diavolo’s arms. Well, it's not like that was bad, but I shudder thinking what would've happened if I'd fallen into the rose bush.

It's a bit hard since all of the plants just look so interesting to me.

Barbatos keeps a close eye on each of my movements, which motivates me to not get distracted from walking.

Finally, we reach the waterfall. It looks man, or better said, demon-made. It's pretty impressive regardless.

"I never thought someone would build a waterfall this big in their backyard." I stare at it in awe.

"It's one of the many projects that the young master build for fun. At least it has some use now for you." Barbatos frowns lightly.

"Does Diavolo often build random things?" He doesn't seem the type, but then again he kinda does.

"He sometimes just acts a bit on a whim. It's not necessarily a bad thing but sometimes it can become a burden. Like when he wanted to create a beach. That was quite a hassle." Barbatos sighs.

I giggle imagining that. "Doesn't the devildom have beaches?"

"We do, but we have a lava ocean. He wanted to experience a human beach." Barbatos seems slightly troubled.

"A human beach? That sounds like fun. I wonder if I'll ever get to see one again." I remember a vacation that I spent at the ocean. I somehow feel nostalgic.

"Maybe we can arrange something." Barbatos smiles mysteriously at me.

I don't doubt that Barbatos would create an ocean just for me if I'd order him to do so. Even when it seems like a ridiculous idea it makes me smile.

Barbatos looks at me with curious eyes but doesn't ask.

I settle on the side of the river flowing from the waterfall.

Barbatos seems to be thinking for a moment and then nods. "This is far enough away, but be careful or you might slip."

"Don't worry, I'll just stay here." It's pretty comfortable on the grass here anyway." I get into a more comfortable pose.

Barbatos still seems a bit reluctant to leave. " Sadly I have duties to attend to but you just need to yell and I will be right there." He seems to mostly assure himself.

"I will do that." I agree, even if it's mostly to assure him.

Barbatos seems to accept this and leaves me alone.

#how to become a demon ruler #obey me barbatos #obey me!#omswd #demon ruler 201 #obey me fanfiction

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fairycosmos · 3 years

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this will be dark for people who havent experienced true gut wrenching grief but i thought you could relate maybe... do you feel the sort of envy/jealousy where you wish you had been the one to die instead of your sibling? i feel so selfish but its not only because they were loved and i wasnt. they were the favorte child and i am 'evil' (my own parents call me that), etc. but because i truly envy their death as in they died young they are free and im suffering even more and i blame them too

yeah sometimes, and i feel guilty for thinking it, but its definitely come to my mind a lot. i think it's a part of grief, and grief is often irrational and harsh. so there's no way of making sense of it. my situation is a little less polarizing than yours. she was for sure a better person all around than me, had so much more to offer, was so bright and well liked and just so natural at being a person in a way i'm not. if any of us should've stayed, it should've been her. i often think about how many ppl showed up at her funeral, and how few people would end up at mine because i’m such a pointless person and i haven’t really connected with anyone. i can definitely relate to being the 'ugly'/overlooked sibling, but at the same time my parents weren't so fucked up as to call me evil or anything like that. i thought i misread what you typed at first. i am so so sorry you've had to go through that. like i literally can't fathom it. all of your residual feelings from being emotionally abused are completely justified and understandable. you're not at fault here at all. and your parents favouring your sibling doesn't mean you deserve to be alive any less. the damage that has caused has understandably warped your sense of self worth but that is absolutely something that can be worked on over time. i know any vaguely hopeful notion regarding what you've been through, will probably take years to believe as an actual possibility. but ultimately, the way you treated you was a reflection of them, not of you. you've been made to believe this narrative about yourself by people who did not deserve to raise you in the first place. it's completely exhausting to get to adulthood, full of trauma and grief, and to have to figure out how to deal with that when you weren't the one who caused it. it's totally unfair and i get wanting to give up. with my whole heart i get it. but your life and your personhood really is not defined by the cruelty you've had to face or the pain of this moment. and 'blaming' the one who died is also a very natural part of the process. they've left us here with an unfathomable amount of sadness, so much that i can't even accurately put the experience into words. you can feel this way and still try to acknowledge that despite it, you're still here and despite it, you do deserve a future. though these mind sets conflict, they can co exist. are you currently talking to any sort of professional about what ur dealing with? could you get in touch with your doctor, a therapist, a support group, even a grief hotline? i know it's like the last thing on earth you wanna do at the moment, and i'm not saying you have to make any big decisions right now of course. just always know that it is an option and if it isn't right now, doesn't mean it never will be. you are not alone. you and your sibling were two separate people and you were both just as deserving of a beautiful life. it is extremely tragic that theirs was cut so short, but that doesn't lessen the validity of your own. i really hope you can get in touch with a doctor who can refer you and/or help you work through your emotions and possible suicidal ideation. even just talking and learning how to implement healthy coping mechanisms into ur day to day routine can make a noticeable difference, even if it does not fix everything. obviously i can't say anything that will put even a dent in the immensity of how much it hurts, but i truly believe in you and i think you're so much more than the shitty people around you, and so much more than the grief. i will keep you and your sibling in my heart, i am so so sorry for your loss. sending you a lot of love. x

#anon #talking #tw suicide

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Jaune for the character ask?

I honestly love this kid, but he is a problematic boy, so I’m looking forward to this!

My top three ships for the character

Jaune/Ren is my new favorite Jaune and Ren ship. This is really recent, but the more I think about this ship, the more that I like it. They’re tender, they compliment each other, but they still can challenge each other... I just think they’d be really healthy and cute. Jaune/Neptune is my next favorite ship for him. I headcanon that Neptune had a crush on him in V2 (I also headcanon that all his flirting with girls was a front, though, that he put on to ‘be cool.’) But yeah, Jaune is dorky and cringe, but he learns and grows and turns into this strong leader and kinda a heroic figure, and Neptune puts on a ‘super cool’ act, but has his dorky moments and is an academic, who’s clearly a follower and I think he’d start to admire Jaune. And then, Jaune/Pyrrha as a ship has a lot of problems, and I don’t think it’s an ‘end game’ ship (I mean, she’s dead in canon, but if I was writing a fanfiction where they were in a relationship and she didn’t die, I’d have them break up.) But I do think they could be cute for a stretch with some great interactions and they looked good together. They’re a ‘start-dating-love-each-other-break-up-still-love-each-other’ ship and I’d have loved to see it.

My three least favorite ships for the character

Jaune/Penny is pretty bad because he’s killed her and whether or not she wanted him to, it still soured the ship for me. Jaune/Emerald and Jaune/Mercury are tied here for the next spot because contributing to the death of someone’s ‘might’ve been something’ best friend is gonna be a permanent mark against the ship imo. But the very worst Jaune ship I’ve seen is Jaune/Cardin. Cardin’s a bully and an abusive jerk and Jaune deserves way way better. I can’t see Cardin ever shaping up, and I feel like if they met now that Jaune’s older and has changed and grown so much, Jaune would just view him with an amused sort of contempt.

My biggest criticism for the character

The RWBY writers spent too much time framing him like the main character and giving him way more character growth and strong, emotional scenes than the actual main character. Jaune is a great support character, he thrives as the team-medic, Ruby’s best friend, support and back up where it’s needed. I’m not saying none of Jaune’s character beats should’ve existed - his storyline is one of the stronger storylines in the show - but this is supposed to be Team RWBY and specifically Ruby Rose’s story. They’re supposed to be the four main characters and yet all of them are constantly taking a backseat. Jaune isn’t the only offender in stealing tons of time and the emotional character beats that should go to Team RWBY, but he is the most frequent offender. I love love love Jaune, but I’d love him more if I wasn’t sitting here shaking my head at how the writers apparently can’t write a compelling story about four main woman heroes and instead have to give the most emotional moments of the finale to Jaune while dumping all of the mains out of it (one of them isn’t even in the finale at all!)

My favorite thing about the character

Jaune’s growth is just... Good. One of the best character journeys in RWBY imo. He starts out a gangly teen leagues behind everyone else who doesn’t understand his team, can’t stand up for himself, is throwing himself at girls in a desperate attempt at making himself feel better about his massive insecurities, refusing help from the people who care about him because he has this idea in his head that he has to do it all himself. But you can tell there’s a lot of potential and he cares so much. ”I’m tired of being the loveable idiot stuck in the tree, while his friends fight for their lives,” he says. Then he opens himself up, starts to learn, starts to improve, starts to stand up for himself, starts to get to know his team more. And I wish we’d seen more of that sprinkled here and there throughout the first three seasons (although of course I don’t want the extra focus if Ruby doesn’t grow too!) But he’s still not keeping up in fights, still struggling at times and needing reassurance, and now going through the pain and grief of losing his best friend and almost-girlfriend. He lashes out, he’s aggressive, but he’s also much closer and softer to his remaining best friends, becoming the much needed family they’re both lacking, while being a great friend to Ruby. Then he becomes a huntsman, and while there are cringe moments and frustrating writing during V7 and V8 just like there are for almost every character, he still has some great moments. I actually love that everyone else didn’t want to take a mission of helping a bunch of kids get from point A to point B and Jaune did, because Jaune was just happy to take a mission as a hunter. I love that when Jaune was reasoning with Winter in V8 and accepting ‘if you go into that whale to get your friend, I can’t wait for you all, you might die’ and he understood that and didn’t try to argue it! He definitely lost some braincells in season 8, don’t get me wrong, but dang, I do love that consistent growth. It’s a shame Ruby didn’t get the same treatment.

A headcanon I have about them

I headcanon that Jaune was raised mostly by his sisters and that his parents were always working, and he had a lot of successful, high-achieving, talented siblings who were all a lot older than him and took care of him, so he wasn’t neglected at all. But he did grow up with an element of isolation and loneliness, not because he was ever really alone, but because he was always alone in his experiences. He was always the baby, always the only one struggling, his sisters always only able to come at his problems from the perspective of ‘I went through that ten years ago’ if at all, and Jaune always felt not even second best, but eigth best and I’m just realizing that that last one probably came from Ron Weasley omg. But I also think his parents loved him and tried to communicate that to him. But they really struggled with Jaune because things never came easy to him the way they did for the others and he was a sensitive kid a lot different than his dad (who I just decided did the whole toxic ‘I want a son to play baseball with because I can’t do that with a daughter and now my only son isn’t good at sports and idk how to talk to him because he’s sensitive and not manly’ thing.) So yeah, that’s part of the reason why Jaune struggled so much when he first got to school.

What I would change about them if I was making a re-write

Honestly, just reducing his role a bit and increasing Ruby’s role makes him so much better. No more being the only person who’s allowed to express grief, no more ‘Ruby is unconscious while Jaune gets to weep over Weiss’s wounded form and unlock his power while she’s out for the count.’ No more ‘Jaune’s the leader with the map and the special emphasis in the V4 opening, Ruby acts like his support character.’ No more ‘he’s the only one who can ever resolve issues and mediate and comes up with most of the plans.’ No more ‘Jaune is the one who gets the finale big moments with Penny despite not even really talking to Penny and he gets the climatic end and he goes on the special spirt Island void place with the mains to get extra attention. Jaune gets to thrive as a central support character.

What I I think of their character allusion and what (if anything) I would change about it

Okay, right off the bat, I’ve got a big problem with Jaune’s allusion. A. I already think there’s a bit of a weird lack of line in what they’ll make a character allusion, but I think ‘a meme’ and ‘an actual historical figure’ should’ve been where they drew that line. And B. Jaune he started the series in a place of toxic masculinity, which feels weird when it’s a real life person regarded as a feminist icon. So I would definitely for sure just change his whole allusion. I’ve been thinking about maybe Lucy Pevensie from Narnia? Older siblings, no one believes (in) Jaune, but he proves himself soon enough, Jaune winds up following what’s basically a god (Oz,) Jaune is the healer (juice of the fire flower,) and he comes into his own as a brave and valiant leader, but recognizes the authority of others, struggles with jealousy and feeling unprepared, but his pure heart drives him... Increase his devotion to Ozpin and add one or two of the classic Ruby gimmicks would make this pretty easily done.

So there are my answers to the Jaune asks!

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the-kings-of-games · 3 years

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Get to know my ship!: Ornithoptershipping (Bruno/Crow)

ornithopter (n.): a machine designed to achieve flight by means of flapping wings.

Character Profiles

Crow Hogan: 5'7, baby brother, father of at least five, a go-getter

Bruno: a whooping 6'5, garage puppy, tol hunk, very good at building things

(Note that this post is a bit more mature and suggestive than my usual posts, so please take caution. This ship also goes with my Kizunashipping sheet! They can and will coincide.)

How it happened: Bruno is hot as hell, and Crow Hogan has both eyes and taste

There's not really much romance involved in Ornithoptershipping (at least for me), but after Jack picked him up from that parking garage and Yūsei no less said, "He's our new friend now," Bruno became more familiar with everyone in Team 5D's. Everyone took him quickly, and at the same time, Crow noticed other things about Bruno, namely the things he hid under his clothes. You see, carrying a box worth of tools everyday in his jacket and being so big made Bruno a hunk, and also a very good looking one. Crow, having good tastes, got even more attracted to Bruno after finding out what a nice guy he is, and the bird loves big, nice guys like Bruno. ;)

So he teases and flirts with Bruno who, however, is kind of sense and oblivious to such advantages. That's why the first chance he could—say, when Jack and Yūsei left to see Grieger—Crow pounced, being straightforward (naked apron, naked apron), and Bruno was just . . . swept away because Crow is really cute and very convincing. They broke a table. Becoming sex buddies afterwards wasn't much of a surprise, lol. They really do enjoy spending time together, though Bruno is embarrassed easily if asked about their more adventurous activities. They broke. A table. The dining table.

Handling Conflict: free passes in an otherwise uncomplicated relationship

Bruno and Crow don't get into fights or arguments together; the former is too apologetic to push the blame, and the latter is often very relaxed around the other. I mean, if Bruno actually does something wrong or say something silly, Jack already takes care of that, but Crow is really forgiving towards Bruno in general.

These two are very supportive of each other, and their friendship is quietly satisfying. :)

Relationship Attitude: friends first, always

As I said before, there's not much romance in their relationship. They don't go on dates or put each other over other people. Instead, there is Romance in their relationship in that they just spark feelings of friendship, amusement, affections, and so on with each other. They don't hold hands, but it's easy for Crow to tell Bruno, "I love you." It's easy for Bruno to feel that he belongs when Crow unhesitatingly accepts his kisses just because Bruno wants a kiss. How easy it was for their worlds to meet up and connect. Crow and Bruno have had deep discussions about things Crow keeps from others, especially his brothers, and often, Bruno learns a little bit about the self that he's forgotten. He can't completely pinpoint everything, no memories returning, but he recognizes emotions he is sure he had once felt before, before everything was just darkness.

Sex is just an added bonus.

Showing Affection: one is often conscious of his action, the other not so much

Crow puts in the effort in being affectionate because he is often conscious of how other people react. He's not as good as Yūsei, but if he picks up a good response to, say, a compliment, he'll use it again. ("You look great, Akiza. Just like you do everything.") It's the same for non-verbal stuff like patting Leo and Luna on the head to calm them down. He is good at doing both and likes doing both.

Bruno, on the other hand, has coding, D-runners, and the WRGP in his mind, not noticing that he does things that bring a smile to people's faces. He kind of just has a smile on his face all the time, and it’s soft. When he gets excited, it gets bigger, and he has a really nice laugh. When someone talks to him, he speaks genuinely, not realizing how much of an impact it can have on others. ^^

Dealing with jealousy: no reason to get jealous, guys

No, yeah, Bruno and Crow are very casual about each other. Maybe Crow is a bit jealous of Bruno because Bruno can talk to Yūsei a lot more, but really, there’s no hard feelings. Crow would never stop people from having other friends, especially ones who can keep up with you. (It’s like your sibling got a pet dog and starts playing with the dog more; that’s the closest example I have for you, and I’m not wrong.) Crow knows how to wait for his turn. :P Bruno doesn’t get jealous either because he can easily just go off doing his own thing, but he won’t say no if someone wants to relax in the same room as him, or ask for a helping hand.

Crow and Bruno both acknowledge each other as friends and their own person.

Attachment: cares and support each other

Neither men are the type to be clingy, and they like having their own space. They don’t have to spend time together; they choose to. They’re the kind of people who are together because they can be. Crow, though, when he’s feeling really comfortable with someone, can be a bit needy and get a little childish during those times, so his independence level is a bit less.

First to confess their feelings to the other: Crow. Jack and Yūsei were gone for a good while, and the bird took the opportunity to pounce. He’s not a bit apologetic about it. Actually, he’s still gloating over it.

First to apologize after a fight: Definitely Bruno, if he ever gets into fights in the first place. He’s a bit of a pushover and would apologize even for things he shouldn’t be sorry about, lol.

The more popular/charismatic one: Bruno isn’t that reserved, but as mentioned before, he’s got coding, D-runners, and the WRGP in his mind. He’s very polite and helpful, and no doubt friendly. He’s just quieter in volume and less sarcastic in tone so he can be a bit of a pushover. (No worries, he’s got friends to watch his back.) Crow, on the other hand, can and will make friends with you; sometimes, if you’re an orphan or an old man, he’ll adopt you so he is as much your problem as you are his, and you love him for it.

The best caretaker when the other is sick: Jack. Bruno has the same issue as Yūsei about losing track of time and forgetting or taking way too long to eat and rest. Crow can do caretaking too, but Jack’s just the best at it. They all live in the same place, they share responsibility.

Does the cooking: They can both cook, but Bruno’s better at it. Crow likes his cooking, and he was so glad to have someone take over making meals. Crow is more about making sure that people are fed but not much for it having to taste great. (“Bread with soup is good enough.” —Crow) Bruno does a little more with his cooking and enjoys trying new stuff and methods.

Does the housework: They both do (which I didn’t mark properly on the sheet, lmao). Bruno takes care of cleaning the garage with Yūsei amongst other things while Crow does most of the errands because he’s most likely already out anyway.

Does most of the speaking: Crow because Bruno is most likely to get spoken over if they’re dealing with rude people on the streets, which happens a lot for some reason. (Bruno is a bully magnet, and that’s why Jack hits him.

The overprotective one: Crow because he doesn’t mind getting into fights and Bruno is a bit of a pushover.

Designated driver: Bruno because Crow is a daredevil and would try to pull runner tricks with a car. He knows those are two different things, yes. Bruno would be super safe, maybe even hum to the radio on the way home. Why does he have dad energy??

Has good penmanship: Bruno, and that is why taking inventory is one of his responsibilities around the garage. Yūsei used to do it (because he’s better at math), but that boy writes like a chicken. Crow loves his brother, but, “What the hell does this say? Yūsei, are you mad at me?” Bruno is also the universal reader, thank gods. (Jack’s handwriting is a bit too swirling.)

Has more experience with relationships: Crow. He’s been doing things with Jack and Yūsei since forever, and has done stuff with other people too. Bruno isn’t sure about himself, but he may be a bit of a natural. U_U

Sensitive to subtle changes in their partner: Another mistake on the sheet; they both are subtle. Crow because Bruno is more of the type to hide his feelings because not remembering anything before waking up on the beach made the designer a bit unsure about his emotions and why he feels them. Bruno doesn’t want to make a big deal of anything, which Crow figured out slowly. Bruno notices subtle changes in Crow because the bird is rather expressive, even when he tries not to show anything. It’s a lot less subtle when Crow lets his guard down, and Bruno learns quickly from those moments.

The one who proposes: Marriage is never on either one of their minds, especially Crow who’s probably on the aromantic scale. It’s just enough that they love each other one way or another. Besides, isn’t working together, living together, and caring about each other pretty much the basis of marriage, lol?

The one who dies protecting the others: Haha, spoilers.

Works I’ve wrote with and/or for Ornithoptershipping:

The Distance of Time

Two Fingers Crossed Over Your Lips, Chapter Eight: Domestic

Taking Care of Crow

#yugioh #yugioh 5ds #crow hogan #bruno 5ds #ornithoptershipping #apologies for the bad quality #i dont know how to edit and import lol #i am aware that this ship is also called bluebirdshiipping #however i choose to ignore that and promote ORNITHOPTERSHIPPING instead #join me #blue and orange are complementary colors guys #🧡💙🧡💙#FUCK YEAR ORNITHOPTERSHIPPING #i will ship crow with anyone and everyone for a hot second #but ornithopter and kizuna for the win #Flame muses

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unfortunate-arrow · 4 years

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Fluff Alphabet

[I was tagged by @rosievixen @cursebreakerelmswood @samshogwarts and @cursebreakerfarrier. I’ll tag @sirfluffig @amerrymystery @drinkyoursoupbitch (know you have already been tagged but Ben and Wendy are adorable) and anyone else who’d like to do it. Did all four couples, so most of it is under the cut.]

A= Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Ryan and Penny: Ryan finds Penny’s kindness endearing. He likes how she’s kind to everyone, even if they don’t necessarily deserve it. Penny finds Ryan’s courage attractive, most of the time. She doesn’t really care for it when it’s him not being able to turn down a dare, though.

Cara and Rowan: Personality-wise can be found here.

Sara and Barnaby: Sara loves Barnaby’s heart the most, and he loves her heart the most. They’ve both got big hearts, even though it’s expressed differently.

Conor and Ruth: Ruth finds Conor’s passion extremely attractive. She loves the way his eyes light up and that he seems to not care about his stutter. He’s also physically attractive to her, with his bright blue eyes and emerging muscles. Conor loves Ruth’s patience and kindness the most. He also really likes her eyes.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not)

Ryan and Penny: Yes, they do. Ryan adores his siblings and he knew that he did want to be a father at some point. Penny thought long and hard about whether she really wanted to be a mother and realized that she did. They have two children, Seán George and Beatrice Rosaleen.

Cara and Rowan: They do. Rowan knows a lot sooner than Cara though. It’s only after Cara’s niece, Ailis, and nephew, Seán, are born that she realizes she’d like her own child. They adopt a little girl they name Keira Willow.

Sara and Barnaby: Yes, they do. It’s something they agree on during their engagement, but they also agree to wait until after the war. They have four children, Valentine Cara, James Ryan, Ailis Rose, and Alexander Conor.

Conor and Ruth: Yes, they do. It takes Conor a long time to reconcile his fears about becoming a father. He desperately wants it but he’s just terrified about it as well. Ruth knew pretty early on that she wanted kids, and agreed to wait until Conor felt ready. Their first son is conceived during a trying-but-also-not-trying period. They have three sons, Rory Michael and the twins, Max Gabriel and Seth Oisin.

C= Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Cuddling for all four couples can be found here!

D= Dates (What are dates with them)

Ryan and Penny: Ryan and Penny’s dates are usually pretty lowkey and normal. They’ll usually go out to eat and then find something else to do afterwards, whether it’s a muggle movie or just walking around.

Cara and Rowan: Cara and Rowan usually just have dinner together, and then watch the sunset if it happens after like 7 o’clock in the evening.

Sara and Barnaby: Sara and Barnaby’s dates are also pretty lowkey. Their dates usually depend on who plans it.

Conor and Ruth: Conor and Ruth’s dates are also pretty normal, just dinner usually or the occasional outing to somewhere they both enjoy or find interesting.

E= Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Ryan and Penny: For Ryan, Penny is his light, if only because she kept his spirits up during the war and Conor’s disappearance. For Penny, Ryan is her home.

Cara and Rowan: For Cara, Rowan is her rock, especially during the war. For Rowan, Cara is her heart. Maybe not technically, but Cara reminds her not to be bogged down so much by logic and to follow her heart sometimes.

Sara and Barnaby: For Sara, Barnaby is her rock. For Barnaby, Sara is his family, especially after being disowned and having Sara and her siblings completely embrace him.

Conor and Ruth: For Conor, Ruth is his love. For Ruth, Conor is the love of her life.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Ryan and Penny: Penny’s realization can be found here! Ryan realized after a duel where Penny was nearly hit with the killing curse.

Cara and Rowan: Rowan’s not exactly sure when she realized that she was in love with Cara. Cara realized that she was in love with Rowan during Sara and Barnaby’s small wedding.

Sara and Barnaby: Barnaby was pretty sure he felt that way by the end of sixth year, but he wasn’t able to say it until a few months after they graduated from Hogwarts. Sara truly realized it right around graduation, but also decided to wait.

Conor and Ruth: Ruth realized she loved him when he told her the story behind one of his scars. She was in awe of how strong he was. Conor realized he loved her when she stayed late with him one night at his firm and didn’t seem to care that he had a million different things he needed to finish before they could go on a date. They ended up missing their reservation but it just solidified to him that she was the one.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Ryan and Penny: Yes. Penny is very gentle with him because he’s not exactly the most gentle with his own body (his inability to turn down a dare well into his twenties). Ryan is also pretty gentle with Penny because of his experience with his uncle.

Cara and Rowan: Yeah. Rowan isn’t a rough person no matter what, but she finds herself being a little more gentle with Cara because she loves her so much. Cara is pretty gentle because Rowan has never struck her as someone that would enjoy roughness.

Sara and Barnaby: Yes. Barnaby especially is extremely gentle, as he’s terrified of turning into his parents. That fear definitely lessens over the years, but at the beginning he kind of acted like Sara was made of glass (and it was the same thing when Val was born). Sara is pretty gentle as well.

Conor and Ruth: Yeah. Ruth will walk on eggshells during his nightmares and at the very beginning of their relationship. Conor is gentle because he’s scared of hurting her. They are still fairly gentle years into their marriage, but have become a less cautious.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Holding hands is here as well!!

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Ryan and Penny: Ryan thought she was pretty but knew too much about people. Penny was confused as to how he was related to the outcast Cian O’Donnell.

Cara and Rowan: The first time they met, Cara thought Rowan was a little odd and very book smart. Rowan thought that Cara was rather aloof and was kind of star struck to be meeting Cian O’Donnell’s siblings and a set of quadruplets.

Sara and Barnaby: The first time Sara saw him, she thought he was cute and that she wanted to get to know him better. The first time Barnaby saw her, he thought that she really fit with Hufflepuff.

Conor and Ruth: The first time Conor met Ruth, he thought she was pretty and intelligent (and out of his league). The first time she met Conor, Ruth thought that he was way more amazing and intelligent than people give him credit for.

J= Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Ryan and Penny: A little, mainly during their school years when they have a weird on-again-off-again thing.

Cara and Rowan: Not really. Cara has a few moments but for the most part, they’re very content and comfortable with their relationship.

Sara and Barnaby: Sometimes. Especially Barnaby at the beginning because he wants this terribly but is very confused about if she actually feels what she’s saying.

Conor and Ruth: Not really. There are a few moments, mainly during seventh year, but other than that not really. Catcalls will annoy Conor though, but he’s annoyed by those no matter who the woman is.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Ryan and Penny: They can be fairly affectionate in public. It was a little more heated during their early years, but have become very subdued with mainly innocuous kisses in public. Ryan initiated their first kiss in the very beginning of sixth year.

Cara and Rowan: Their first can be found here!! They’re affectionate in private, and usually kiss one another before work and before bed.

Sara and Barnaby: They can be fairly affectionate, so they definitely kiss a fair amount, usually in fairly innocuous places like the cheek or forehead. Sara definitely initiated the first kiss. She pulled him down by his tie and just kissed him. She does that a lot during their Hogwarts years.

Conor and Ruth: Their first kiss is a bit of an accident. Neither is quite sure who imitated it and they both overthought it to the max. You can find their first kiss here! They usually kiss in private and it can get fairly heated fairly quickly.

L= Love (Who says ‘I love you first?)

Ryan and Penny: Penny did. She decided that once she was sure that Ryan deserved to know how she felt. She didn’t expect him to say anything back.

Cara and Rowan: Rowan did. She blurted it out by accident. It can be found here!

Sara and Barnaby: They said it at the same time. It took Barnaby a lot longer to accept that Sara really loved him for him, though.

Conor and Ruth: Conor, but completely by accident, and he was thoroughly embarrassed by it.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Ryan and Penny: A tie between Ryan’s proposal and the two days that their children were born.

Cara and Rowan: A tie between their vows and the first time they saw their daughter in that orphanage (that’s not really an orphanage).

Sara and Barnaby: A tie between their first dance as a married couple and the days that their four children were born.

Conor and Ruth: A tie between their wedding and the births of their sons (while really it’s holding each son for the first time).

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Ryan and Penny: Kind of. They usually go all out for Christmas, but are subdued the rest of the year. They have a competition one year about who can get the other the more outrageous, expensive gift.

Cara and Rowan: Not really. For certain special occasions, they’ll go all out. But Cara usually paints something for her and even tried making her pottery at one point. Rowan usually tries to make Cara’s favorite foods, as she’s the better cook.

Sara and Barnaby: Kind of. For birthdays or anniversaries or Christmas, Barnaby tries to find the perfect gift to give Sara to show how much he cares about her. Sara tries to do the same thing. The biggest way Sara spoils Barnaby is by letting him bring creatures home. Of course, limitations are imposed once their children are born.

Conor and Ruth: Not really. It’s mainly with physical affection and compliments. Although, Conor tries to find something special to give Ruth every year for Hanukkah.

O= Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Ryan and Penny: Yellow and a hazy gray remind Ryan of Penny, mainly because of her kindness, Hufflepuff, and the fact that Penny adores potions. Red is the color that reminds Penny of Ryan. Although, green also reminds her of his eyes.

Cara and Rowan: Yellow and brown remind Cara of Rowan. Yellow because of how kind Rowan is and Hufflepuff. Brown because of Rowan’s eye color. Pretty much all colors remind Rowan of Cara. Especially the odd colors that the sky can be because it reminds Rowan of Cara’s artistic abilities.

Sara and Barnaby: Green is definitely the color that reminds Sara of Barnaby, not just because he’s a Slytherin. She associates the color with nature. Green, yellow, and orange remind Barnaby of Sara. The yellow is because of Hufflepuff and how warm she can be. The green and orange because of her Irish heritage and how proud she is of it.

Conor and Ruth: Gold, silver and blue remind Conor of Ruth. She’s usually wearing her gold Star of David necklace and silver earrings and her eyes are blue. Blue and green remind Ruth of Conor. Blue because of his eyes and he’s usually wearing blue at somewhere and green because it’s his favorite color.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Ryan and Penny: Penny will call him “Ry” but a lot of people occasionally call Ryan “Ry.” She’ll also call him “honey” and “hun.” Ryan will call Penny “babe,” “sweetheart” and occasionally “Pen.”

Cara and Rowan: Cara consistently calls Rowan “Ro.” Rowan will call Cara love.

Sara and Barnaby: They use love and babe most often, but Sara will often call Barnaby “Barn.”

Conor and Ruth: Conor’s go to is mo grá, which is Irish Gaelic for my love. Ruth usually just uses love.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Ryan and Penny: They have a VCR and a bunch of video tapes.

Cara and Rowan: Old stories. They both really enjoy sharing different stories.

Sara and Barnaby: Elvis Presley. It starts during the war after their first dance as a married couple.

Conor and Ruth: Records with everything from The Who to R.E.M. to Irish folk music.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Ryan and Penny: They like to spend the day inside, curled up on the couch with a blanket and a good movie.

Cara and Rowan: They like to sit on the porch and watch the rain fall. Cara’s always enjoyed watching the rain and being wrapped up together while watching the rain is very comfortable.

Sara and Barnaby: Sara and Barnaby enjoy spending time curled up by a fire. They also will play board games with their kids.

Conor and Ruth: Listening to music, curled up on the couch with a book or journal or sketchbook with a mug of hot chocolate/tea/coffee/hot drink.

S = Sad (How do they cheer each other up?)

Ryan and Penny: Ryan will try and make her laugh or smile. But he’ll also take over some of the everyday chores so Penny can just relax. Penny will try and make him smile or will just hug him for a long time.

Cara and Rowan: Rowan usually makes Cara’s favorite foods and will find a book to read passages out loud. Cara will read passages out loud and wrap Rowan in her favorite blanket.

Sara and Barnaby: Barnaby will bring Sara a blanket and ice cream and just cuddle with her. He knows she’ll talk if she wants to. Sara will either give him some space and let him interact with the animals/creatures or will cuddle with him.

Conor and Ruth: Conor will make Ruth’s comfort foods, or just offer a listening ear. Ruth will run her fingers through Conor’s hair and let him talk if he wants to. She may also put a record on, usually by asking him which band he’d like.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Ryan and Penny: They can listen to each other talk about almost anything. They’ll talk quidditch occasionally or some of their muggle interests.

Cara and Rowan: Anything that they’re passionate about. Cara likes hearing Rowan talk about what she’s reading and Rowan will listen to Cara talk about art things. Rowan even reads a few books about art to talk with Cara about.

Sara and Barnaby: Anything from Barnaby’s creatures to music to their kids.

Conor and Ruth: Anything that fits. Ruth loves hearing Conor talk about architecture. His eyes light up and he seems less self-conscious about his stutter. Conor likes hearing about Ruth’s ideas for her children’s books.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Ryan and Penny: Watching movies will help them relax sometimes. They also like to just cuddle and be with one another. Sometimes they’re quiet, but other times they’ll talk about their days.

Cara and Rowan: Art really helps Cara relax, while reading helps Rowan relax. They usually talk together while doing this, but also will play music some days.

Sara and Barnaby: Cuddling really helps, but so does just talking about their day. Usually they do that either during dinner or right before bed. They’ll also watch the sunset or listen to music.

Conor and Ruth: Listening to music, reading, and just being with one another help them relax. They’ll ask about one another’s days sometimes, but Ruth knows when Conor just doesn’t want to talk.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Ryan and Penny: Ryan and Penny are very proud of one another and their achievements. Penny sometimes brags about Ryan’s curse-breaking skills. They are also both quite proud of their two children.

Cara and Rowan: Rowan adores showing off Cara’s artwork. Cara is very proud of Rowan’s mind and her intelligence and determination. They also both are very proud of their daughter.

Sara and Barnaby: Sara is very proud of Barnaby and will talk about how sweet and amazing and smart he is. Barnaby is very proud of Sara and will talk about how kind and sweet and accepting she is. They both will brag about their kids in that way that says “I love them so damn much.”

Conor and Ruth: Ruth is exceptionally proud of Conor’s architecture firm. Conor is quite proud of Ruth’s career as an author. They’re both extremely proud of their boys.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Ryan and Penny: Ryan proposes in a safe house in the middle of the war. They had a larger wedding in 2000.

Cara and Rowan: Rowan also proposes in a safe house in the middle of the war. They have a large wedding in 2000.

Sara and Barnaby: Barnaby proposed at a muggle restaurant in Dublin on the anniversary of their first official date (6th year). They have a tiny wedding right before the ramps up on June 30, 1997.

Conor and Ruth: Conor proposes in November 2001. Their wedding is late January 2002.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Ryan and Penny: In My Life by the Beatles. Both of them are massive Beatles fans, and they’re one of the few groups that they both like.

Cara and Rowan: At Last by Etta James is their wedding song.

Sara and Barnaby: Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley. It was the first song on the radio after they were married. It was their first dance song.

Conor and Ruth: Both I Walk the Line by Johnny Cash and Just Like Heaven by The Cure. Cash’s song was their wedding song, while The Cure’s song was the song playing when they kiss for the first time when they officially started dating.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Ryan and Penny: Yes. They got engaged during the war in mid-1998. You can find the proposal here!

Cara and Rowan: Yes. They also got engaged during the war in mid-1998.

Sara and Barnaby: After graduating, they make an agreement to wait to get engaged until they’re at least twenty.

Conor and Ruth: Yes. Conor proposed in late 2001 and they married in January 2002.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Ryan and Penny: They end up adopting a cat for their daughter, Bea, and an owl for their son, Seán.

Cara and Rowan: They have three cats (Marie, Berlioz, and Toulouse) and an owl (Athena).

Sara and Barnaby: Sara and Barnaby have a revolving door of pets, from injured baby creatures/small creatures to cats, owls, and toads.

Conor and Ruth: They end up adopting a yellow Labrador retriever and an owl when their oldest son, Rory, starts Hogwarts.

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‘Roswell, New Mexico’ Star MichaeI VIamis Teases MaIex Jealousy, 1940s Flashbacks

The CW’s “Roswell, New Mexico” Season 2 is giving Michael Guerin plenty of drama. In the first two episodes, the character has grieved the loss of his brother, tried to make amends with Maria, learned new information about his alien mother and he’s already been arrested once. Actor Michael Vlamis told International Business Times that there’s plenty more to come.

The Chicago native talked to IBT last week in a phone interview while he was social distancing in Los Angeles, and he opened up about Michael’s anger, jealousy and longing. Plus, of course, he teased more tension for Michael and Alex (Tyler Blackburn), AKA Malex, as Michael tries to move on with Maria and Alex gets a new love interest.

IBT: What’s your favorite aspect of Michael's storyline this year?

Vlamis: My favorite aspect is probably also my least favorite aspect, which is the feeling of losing a brother because that is also such a difficult thing. There's losing a relationship, and then there's losing a family member. Fortunately, aside from grandparents, I haven't had to deal with losing a direct family member, but I have lost a very close friend. That actually happened right before the season started, which was, it was a crazy experience. I don't want to get into it. It's way too dark.

But that person that I lost, my buddy, was such a proponent of my career and me as an actor. Back in the day, he was always so excited for me to take a chance and come out to LA and do this thing, and so I felt like this responsibility, I kind of channeled that guy on set during this season while reeling from the loss of my brother. It was a very beautiful and cathartic thing, but it was also a very tough thing because consistently I'm putting myself in this headspace of what I felt like at the time when he was gone.... If that dude was going to go down, he would want to go down with a purpose, and I just try to take some of him and put it into my work.

I think he's pissed off because he feels like he has to step up now, and he has to now all of a sudden be the protector. He has to be the savior. In a lot of ways, he is a protector, but he never thinks of himself as that. He just does what he has to do, and now the fact that Max has gone--because he played the hero card, because he played the savior card, which is a big reason we're in this whole mess, he's always kind of done that--he kind of feels responsible that he needs to be the one to look after Isobel.

I think that's why he shows up to the funeral. I don't think he wants to be there. I think he wants to be drinking away all of his sorrows, and that's why he shows up not dressed and filthy and hammered and he's got a bottle with him. Deep down, he knows what he has to do, but he hates the fact that he has to do it.

IBT: Michael is also learning about his real family and his mom. At the end of the last episode, we see him become suddenly more determined to learn about his mom. Can you tease a little bit of where that journey's going to take him?

Vlamis: I think he was always very interested in learning about his mother, and then when she passed at the end of Season 1, he gave up. Now that this new information's coming, it's pissing him off because he's been drinking, wallowing in his sorrows, playing this victim card, wanting this whole thing to be over on the outside. Like just, "Okay, maybe there is no purpose, and that's it. Screw it. I don't have a family. I don't have anything. I'm kind of this lost soul."

But this new information comes up, and just when he's deciding to give up on it, deep down, he's still that kid who's longing for his family, who bounced around from foster home to foster home. He wants to find out his roots, and he does this season. He really finds out a lot about his mother and where she came from and did she spend any time when she landed in Roswell, or was she taken as a prisoner immediately?

This is all information that gets explained as the season goes on, and they do it in a really cool way. They use the flashback device to go back to the late 1940s and early 1950s and see what Roswell was like back in the day during that time, and that's all through the information that he's finding. It's a really cool journey for the character, but also for the show because we get to see all these old pieces.

IBT: Of course, I have to talk to you about Michael's many romances.

Vlamis: Of course. Of course, you do.

IBT: I was re-watching the end of the last episode earlier today, and Michael really says, "I want to be with Maria," to Alex very kind of abruptly. Why is he so anxious to tell him that he likes Maria?

Vlamis: I think because he wants to be left alone right now. When it comes to Alex, I think that there's too much pain, too much trauma between the two of them, too many reminders of a darker time that he needs to let go, and whether he wants to say that--Maybe it came out so abruptly because maybe he doesn't know what he wants exactly, but he knows that he deserves to be happy, and maybe he wants to actually be happy for once.

Does he want to push Alex away? Probably not. I mean, they have a kind of love that's unexplainable. It's been around forever, and there's so much history. That's always a tough thing. But unless you lay a hammer down, you're never going to go explore these other possibilities and maybe a life that you actually deserve and that is better for you.

I think that's probably why I said it so abruptly just because it just needed to be said, and such a hard thing to say. And I could play this yo-yo effect forever and go back and forth with the two characters. Or I could take a shot, which is even harder to do, to say no to someone and say yes to another. I think that's what he's doing right there.

IBT: Last time we talked was at New York Comic Con, and you said that there's definitely sexual tension between the guys, but they're going to try to be friends. Are they going to struggle with being friends? Being friends with your ex is not the easiest.

Vlamis: No, I've never been friends with one of my exes. I don't know how that works, so I kind of take in a lot of my life experience into the character. I always try to do that. I will say that it's very rocky at first, but with that being said, he's the one guy who's really helping me uncover this truth about my mother, so whether there's animosity towards one another or not, we are stuck together. There are so many more Malex scenes this season, maybe even more than last year.

It's just a different dynamic. But that's something that we really enjoy to play too. We enjoy that sexual tension because no matter what happens, they have a deep love for one another, so whatever the lines are, there's going to be that, "What if that worked out, What if?" Whether that's good for him or not, whether he wants that or not, you always kind of wonder that.

IBT: I know that Alex has also getting a new love interest this season. Will we see any jealousy in Michael?

Vlamis: Yes. Screw that guy. Hate that guy. [laughs] Oh, man. I actually love that actor, Christian [Antidormi]'s the man, but there is a lot of... Yes. You will see a lot of jealousy from Michael Guerin--even though he shouldn't be jealous because he's in a different relationship. But we all act actually have some scenes together too coming up, the three of us, which is really fun. Yes, you get to see the subtext of Guerin not being too happy about this new guy in the world of Roswell.

IBT: You have been playing Michael for two seasons now, and I believe you guys are renewed for a third, right?

Vlamis: We are. Yes. We just got word that we might go back a little later to Santa Fe to shoot, but they're just being safe right now and kind of … trying to figure it out, but it seems like, yes, we 100% have a Season 3, and it'll be shot sometime this year.

IBT: You get to actually think about this character's future and know that your character does have a future. So what do you really want to see Michael do?

Vlamis: Man, if I answered this, honestly, I'd probably give away spoilers, so I have to be careful in how I answer this, but I would want him to find peace within himself and knowing that he's enough and that there are people that love him and care about him in the way that he's always longed for, which his family, whether him and the aliens are actually related not or whether they were separated from different homes growing up.

I think I really want him to realize that none of that matters and he has a family, which is something that he's back and forth on. He struggled a lot. He knows that they-- The Pod Squad, what everyone calls us. Yeah, I love that actually--But he knows that they're there for him. But deep, deep, deep down, they weren't in the house every day.

He didn't wake up and eat a cereal with those siblings and everything just went about. No, he was getting beat up, and he would sneak out to the Foster Ranch and wonder about where he's supposed to be. I would like him to find a little bit more peace with himself. At the same time, I'm a little conflicted because I love being in a jail cell as the character. I love being dirty. I love fighting. I love the drama. I don't know which way they're going to take me, but I'm going to be happy with either.

~ ibtimes

#michael vlamis #malex #alex manes #roswell new mexico #rnm spoilers #rnm cast interviews #rnm 2x03

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Please just go off and rant about your OCs! I just love them all so much (even the ones that haven’t been introduced yet) and want to hear more about them!

I hope you’re prepared for what you’ve just unleashed~!!

JOCELYN was the start of this avalanche. When I first conjured her up, I had just a few points in mind: I wanted her to be colored (though I hadn’t decided yet what her ethnicity would actually be), I wanted her to be a ballerina, and I wanted her to not be drop-dead fucking gorgeous.

One of these things did not hold up. X’D

My original intent was to just make a short story -- 10 chapters or so -- in which she gets with Raphael and they bang. That was the literal long and short of it, which you can kind of see considering how rushed the first few chapters were.

I didn’t mean for them to get so into each other and fall in love. They did that entirely on their own. And, to be honest, it’s been an amazing experience; I’ve learned a great deal and feel like my creativity has gone through the roof.

Considering I’ve always been crazily creative anyway, that’s saying something.

Initially I picked Raph for this story because I thought (in my ignorance) that he would have the least amount of love and sex-related stories. Oh, how foolish I was, lol. But I was also thinking he would be the easiest to write just falling into bed with someone, and while that is something I commonly see, in my story he very much did not do that.

It was really weird. X’D

While I was writing The Dancer, I was also writing a then-untitled sister fic/epilogue (which I later titled The Dragon). It was quite a few years down the line, so I went ahead and conjured up some future scenes and events. Among them: Lisa.

This fic started in Mikey’s POV for a few reasons, one of them being that I really wanted to write something from his perspective. Lisa was introduced to my story this way, and I quickly took a liking to her and started development on her character. One of the things I did first was write pieces of the first chapter of The DJ, just to get the start’s setting down.

Then all I had to do was get The Dancer to a point where I could connect the two. At the time I was only around chapter 20, so...yeah, it took a while. XD

With Jocelyn, one of the key decisions I made was to make her very unlike Raphael -- she’s flirty, often relaxed, has an incredible love for ballet, has almost no family (just a mother; no dad, no siblings), and has such a crazy obsession over shoes that she literally picks out what shoes she wants to wear before picking her clothing for the day.

With Lisa, I went in the opposite direction: be just like Mikey. She has low intelligence and knows it, yet is brilliant in an unconventional way; her sense of humor is one of her biggest traits and she laughs to defuse situations and deal with problems; her genre is 100% hip hop in nearly all ways; and I made her athletic pretty much entirely so she’d be able to keep up with the master of movement, Mikey. (Say that five times, fast.)

It wasn’t until after I really got into writing Lisa that I noticed something interesting about my two fics: the couples both view each other in the same light.

Jocelyn and Raphael think one another is sexy and bad-ass.

Lisa and Mikey think one another is cool and cute.

This is, of course, not the rule -- Raph has thought Jo is super cute before, and Mikey finds Lisa sexy as hell, too -- but it is their primary mindsets. And it makes me wonder if my remaining two couples will have the same kind of viewpoints. I can’t say for sure yet because I haven’t gotten to the part in either story where they’re actually dating, but it’s fun to consider.

Then again, maybe for Leo and Donnie’s relationships they’ll have opposite viewpoints as their lovers do. It would definitely be an interesting twist.

Progress with The Dragon is going very slowly, which is understandable given I still have a lot of world-building in The DJ to do first, but I do very much love the story. In fact, so far if I were to rank my fics based on my own favorites, it would go Dancer > Dragon > DJ (I have literally nothing written on the final fic yet cause I still haven’t even finished designing the final girl, lol).

As much as I love Lisa (and I freaking do holy shit), I just don’t quite love her the best. This is actually kind of weird considering just how close to being a self-insert she is -- an unintentional self-insert, yes, but the parallels are definitely there.

For example, Lisa is a white girl of mixed white heritage (like me) with a particular pair of beauty marks on her face (same as me, just in different places), she has brunette hair (like me) and blue eyes (mine are actually green, but my parents’ and brother’s eyes are blue and I’ve always been jealous of that), she’s a huge gamer (just like me; she’s just better at competitive games), she dislikes swearing (I swear a lot now, but at her age I was much more sensitive about it), she has an older brother (I technically have two, but one’s very distant and the other was always close), she has a distaste for meat (I’m not vegetarian but as a whole I dislike meat) and some serious compassion for life (same), she loves piercings (I’d have more but I’m seriously forgetful), and she has incredible ears for music (can name almost any song within seconds -- just like me).

Oh yeah, and she’s a Mikey girl. ♥

And more pointedly, I named her mother after my sister (deceased) and her grandparents after my paternal grandfather and maternal grandmother.

I named Jocelyn based on the character of the same name from A Knight’s Tale (it just occurred to me that they have the same tits lmfao); after seeing the movie I kind of became enraptured with this character and her smart tongue and haughty attitude and incredible elegance -- not to mention I freaking loved her name.

Lisa, by comparison, I named based on one thing: the Mona Lisa. Yeah, that’s right, y’all -- I named her after a famous painting by an Italian Renaissance painter. Hurr hurr. XP But though I never mentioned this, Lisa’s mother, Brandy, cites that she named her ‘Lisa’ based on The Simpsons, as Lisa was Brandy’s favorite character.

This cute, incredibly good-hearted and brilliant young girl? Yeah, Brandy loves that character and was hoping Lisa would take after her.

Hmmm, what else...

Well, I had a completely different story set up for Cecilia at first. I’m honestly really glad things didn’t go the way I’d planned, and here’s why: Cecilia was supposed to catch a glimpse of Jo and Raph having sex one day (before meeting him) and go kind of nutso.

You see, at first she claimed diabetes but was not diabetic -- she was doing cocaine, and saying she had diabetes was her explanation for when Jo would catch her shooting up. And with the cocaine in her system, Cecilia’s mind went right to demons and witchcraft.

Terrified for her daughter’s immortal soul, the original plan was for Cecilia to attempt to burn them both to death. To everyone’s surprise, however, Jocelyn didn’t burn -- only Cecilia.

This was the original way Jo discovered she’d been taking on Raph’s mutagen. It’d made her fireproof.

As you can see, I’m super glad I didn’t stick to that, lol.

As for Lisa, me making her a cutter was a spur-of-the-moment decision during that scene where she examines her reflection in her undies. The boob thing, though? That was planned from day one -- because I wanted her to very much be Jo’s opposite, and this included general color palette, skills, likes, personality, and body type.

Jo: tall and willowy, grace incarnate, dark skin and blonde hair, super thick lips, generally thin but with a killer ass, rounded face, freckled, minimal piercings, crazy flirty and confident to no end.

Lisa: barely taller than average, kind of stocky and curvy, shapely lips, wide hips and heavy tits, shapely lips and face, zero freckles, tons of piercings, jittery and mousy but also immature and raucous.

By comparison, so far Mei and Pinky are just people. (Note: Mei’s faceclaim so far is Lucy Lui, but Pinky doesn’t have one just yet.) Mei’s also skinny, but that’s cause she’s 100% Chinese and as far as I can tell that’s just how they are. I’ve done a lot of googling and pretty much all young people I’ve found that way are, in a word, skinny. X’D

I’m leaning towards Pinky being the shortest of the girls, maybe in the 5′1″-5′3″ range, but I’m worried about making her too short. The concept is still very much up in the air, lol. This is also the character I once said I was considering being half Puerto Rican, and while I still like that I’m not sure it’ll stick. It might be more fun to make her like Indian or something.

We’ll see. (I’m very much open to suggestion about her, btw, if anyone has any thoughts...and I know it’s not much to go on yet but there’s a reason for that.)

And then there’s Cassie. My redheaded best friend of my best girl, Jo. I really don’t have much to say about her; I introduced her almost entirely to expand the world a bit and give Jocelyn more ties -- a girl like her would damn well have ties, y’know.

I don’t know what it is, but I have a really hard time writing her. She feels very bland, and while that was kind of the intent, it makes it really hard to get a feel for her. Only a few things remain strong when it comes to her: she’s kinda weirded out by the turtles, she supports Jocelyn completely, and she’s just as much of a ballet-enthusiast.

These girls have been friends for almost their literal entire lives. And I think part of the reason why I wrote them like this was out of jealousy -- I’ve never had that kind of a friendship. The oldest friend I can recall was Jenny, when I was five, and she was a BITCH.

I only have two memories of her anymore: 1, she used to invent games for us to play then change the rules on a dime so she’d always be the winner, and 2, I once tried to leave her home and she slammed the door on my fingers.

I sincerely hope she grew out of that, man.

Suffice to say we were not friends for very long. And since then I’ve seen a constant pattern: I can’t keep friends for longer than a few years, and not because I don’t want to.

Because something always happens. They move, I move, someone’s interests shift, we lose contact, a misunderstanding occurs, etc.

I wanted Jocelyn to have something better than a constantly-shifting sea of semi-friends. I wanted her to have best friends, and then THE best friend -- the one who will remain her best friend for the entirety of her life. The one who was there through all the biggest troubles and best celebrations, the one who will be there for all of the troubles and celebrations to come, and the one who knows her better than anyone else ever has (at least until a certain mutant comes into her life).

Lisa, on the other hand, is...me.

Her friendships flagged, drifted, dissolved, changed, and so on. The only constants in her life have been her family. And even then a good portion of her family has never been there, a fact that hurts her whenever she pauses to think about it.

She hurts, she yearns, and there are times she feels completely alone, even in a full room. She’s constantly scared no one understands her or cares about her, and she gets through this by laughing -- at others, at herself, at that one missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle that makes it kind of look like a penis, and so on.

Lisa has always had the support of her family while needing true understanding and affection. Jo has always had affection and the understanding of her closest friend while needing support.

It’s amazing to think about. And while there’s a lot here that I never put into my fics, these are threads and pieces of my characters that have either always been there in the background or have developed as I wrote them. Maybe I never said Lisa was terrified of being alone, but it was in my mind every time I wrote her.

And I just want to take this moment to thank Anon for giving me this opportunity; I’ve always wanted to rant about my girls but never thought anyone would care, so what was the point, y’know?

Thank you, babe. ;)

#sfw #the dancer #the dj #the dragon #characters #oc #original #lisa #jocelyn #mei #pinky #long #super long #long long long post #rant #character development #Anonymous #siren nightshade #ask

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and darlin’, like the stars, we fell

in honor of the “we’ll find out who what went down between flynn and lucy in his bedroom” (literally, there are SO MANY LESS SUGGESTIVE WAYS TO PUT THAT) tease, the other tease that some fanfic writers totally nailed a plot point, and the fact that one can only read so much GARCY IS TOTALLY PLATONIC FAMILIAL PLATONIC NON-ROMANTIC FRIENDSHIP SIBLINGS!! before one gets slightly... let’s just say... petty.

as ever, for @extasiswings, @prairiepirate, and @lucys-preston.

rated explicit.

The level in the vodka bottle has dipped well below the neck, but not quite to half, by the time Lucy decides that’s enough for tonight, she should put it away. She’s not drunk, but she’s certainly a little buzzed, and Flynn – well, he’s a six-foot-four man who was born and raised in Eastern Europe, one and a half glasses of vodka aren’t even going to make him giggly. (If it wasn’t for earlier, getting back from the jam sesh with Robert Johnson, an unbelievably rare chance to simply sit and enjoy a magical moment in history without having to fight to save it, she wouldn’t even know it was possible.) They’ve talked on and off for close to two hours now – more bits about their missing girls, a few funny stories, summoning the ghosts of their lost ones up to join them for just a little while. Lucy knows that Iris’ first word (after no!) was a curse in Russian, which Flynn must have said a little too often trying to catch up with her, and which made Lorena sternly order him that he had to wait until she was older to teach her more. Flynn knows about that summer that Lucy and Amy spent road-tripping around the Southwest, and that really horrible hotel they stayed in at the Grand Canyon. Listens as Lucy’s voice goes soft and choked, talking about how utterly amazing the stars were in the desert that night.

(Living down in this miserable shitshack, she thinks, it’s hard to remember stars.)

“Well,” she says at last, breaking her own reverie. “Nightcap?”

“If you want.” Flynn shrugs, glancing at her almost diffidently. As if to say that he’ll drink if she will, since he doesn’t want her doing it alone, and it’s. . . it’s touching. “Though with this and what we had at Carrie’s juke joint, I’d say we don’t really need much more, do we?”

“Between this and the beer, we do seem to stay lubricated,” Lucy says wryly. “There have to be some perks to this job, right?”

“I can think of a few.” The corner of Flynn’s mouth twitches. As if to say that he knows it sucks to live in this crappy bunker and constantly be running through history trying to save it from your evil mother and her psychotic friends, not to mention the rest of what’s been going on down here, so he’s hoping tonight doesn’t have to be added to that list. When she doesn’t reach for the bottle, he stands up and puts it on the shelf over his bed. “It’s late.”

This is true, but it was late when she got there, and Lucy cannot summon up any real desire to go back out to the torture couch, in the cold. It’s warmer in here, and the company’s not bad, and – well, knowing that Wyatt and Jessica and Rufus and Jiya are together, one is definitely the loneliest number. After a pause, she agrees, “Yeah.”

They glance at each other as Flynn puts the glasses up with the bottle. Lucy wonders if he’s politely stealing it from her, keeping it in gentle custody so she can’t go back to the habit alone, and wonders if she should stop him. Drinking with him was certainly much more enjoyable than drinking alone, and for the first time since she started, it doesn’t feel like just a bandage and a stopgap on an open wound, but like something. . . well, sweeter. Building something, in this quiet conversation and gentle company, these stories of the people they miss so much, the comfort and the solace and the strength that he (he!) has become for her. It has been a genuinely wonderful day, by and large, with him. She’s been happier than she has in weeks. Going back to the iron maiden, in solitude. . .

She doesn’t want to. She doesn’t want that.

(And she may want something else. Which definitely would not be a good idea.)

There’s another slightly fraught moment as they hold each other’s gazes. Flynn makes a move as if to open the door, expecting her to want to go, and Lucy reaches out and catches his arm. “I. . .” Her mouth is dry, not just from the alcohol, and her tongue seems more than usually uncooperative. Her voice comes out breathy. “Maybe I could just. . . stay here tonight?”

Both of Flynn’s dark eyebrows jump. There is only one bed in the room, and it is, like the rest of them, not large. (She’s not sure all of him fits into it, let alone an extra.) His eyes flicker down to where she is still resting her hand on his sleeve, and she can feel the muscles of his forearm tense, ever so slightly. “I – ” he says, and clears his throat. “There’s not much space.”

“There’s even less on the couch.”

“You’re small.” Half a patented Flynn tongue flick, and a glance at her from head to toe with hooded eyes. “You should fit.”

Lucy starts to say something in response, and then stops, because that stupid tongue has just inconsiderately destroyed her train of thought. There has certainly been some implication in the fact that she came to visit him alone in his bedroom late at night, with drinks, even if he’s been far too much of a gentleman to point it out. That, though, that reminds her of some of his more insolent and thorough looks at her last year, when it apparently never occurred to him to at least try to pretend that they were enemies. It curls low and rich and hot in her blood, an awareness of sudden possibilities, the fact that they are still standing quite close together and her hand is still on his arm. They shift at the same time, which only succeeds in bringing them even closer, her hips nestling against his thighs. He really is unfairly tall.

“Lucy – ” Flynn starts, his voice sounding huskier than usual, deep in his chest. He sounds almost worried, as if she might have not meant to get this close, and he will warn her so she can back away. “I don’t – ”

Lucy slowly trails her fingers down his arm to his hand, catching at his fingers, which hesitate, then close lightly over hers. They are long as pistol barrels, palm rough and callused, and as he’s strong enough to lift her and twirl her easily over his head with no apparent effort, there’s a certain appealing idea in exploring that more. She has known in an instinctive, unspoken way that he utterly adores her, is fascinated and delighted and downright entranced by her, but – after all, he does still wear his own wedding ring, and there’s a difference between “I want to get to know you” and “I want to get to know you.” How much does he want this, or her, or them? How much does she want him to? Will she be satisfied, will she be able to bear it, if after all this time, after everything, there are limits? If she can only take part, but not all? Look, but not touch?

“Lucy,” he says again. “I’m sure you’re – you’re tired.”

“A little.” Lucy glances up at him, trying to see if he’s trying to back her off without being rude, or – if, well. From the look on his face, he is trying to remember both how to breathe or to form coherent words, clearly things that he has managed successfully for forty-three years of his life to date (even if not always smart words). He’s staring down at her like – well, as over the top as it sounds, like some kind of heavenly light. Like she was what shone on the face of his darkness and his deep, and you know. That is what Lucy means. Light.

Flynn’s eyelashes flutter, his eyes half closing, as she traces her hands – both of them – from his arm and up along his chest. She has noted in a purely academic way that she can see his nipples through the thin grey weave of his shirt, and her thumbs press, circling briefly, then stroking up to his shoulders. He is solid and broad as a barrel, steady as a rock, and currently also standing as still as one. He seems to have lost all motor function whatsoever.

“Is this – ” Suddenly uncertain, Lucy stops. “Is this all right?”

Flynn does that half-gasp smile he did when she first arrived at his door, that total tender disbelief. “I – Lucy.” His accent thickens on her name, half a croon. “Are you sure you want to – it’s late, we’ve had a few drinks, it may not – it may not be – ”

“I don’t know.” Lucy tilts her head back to look at him. “Maybe not.”

There’s another pause, her hands lingering on his shoulders, both of them making some silent decision. Then his hands come up to cover hers, sliding down her arms to her shoulders, and her sides to her hips. Quietly, eyes never leaving hers, he says, “What do you want from me, Lucy?”

She can hear the challenging echoes of when she asked him that in the hotel room back in 1936, but this is spoken entirely differently. It’s a blessedly and almost unbearably clear statement to inform her that, with no pretense or pretending, no tricks or games, she can ask for whatever she likes, and he is altogether willing to give it to her. As long as it’s what she truly wants, and isn’t something that will come back to haunt or hurt. That’s his only condition. That come what may (and in this life, that could be almost anything) that she will not regret it.

Lucy considers. She can feel the heat in her face, in her hands, her entire body, and she wants to experiment. It could be about anger and jealousy – and perhaps, there’s a little bit of that. Spite over the fact that Wyatt gets to have all the fun he wants (loudly) with Jessica, and still thinks he can have his cake and eat it with their old close relationship. But this isn’t about Wyatt right now, not really. It’s about her, and this night, and Flynn. Flynn, who has been so soft and dorky and gentle and worshipful around her, in a way that barely seems like it can be the same angry, violent murderer tearing a red streak through history. She wants this, she wants him, and right now, tonight, that is what matters most. The morning will come, the world will spin on, the next battle will come. She doesn’t want to think about the future, or the past. Only now. Here. This.

“How about – ” Lucy’s voice trembles again. “How about you kiss me?”

Flynn’s eyes close for a brief moment, as if he literally, physically cannot stand hearing those words from her, as if this in fact, some fever dream. His hands tremble where they touch her. Then he lifts one, slowly, and runs his thumb along her cheek, brushing her hair out of her eyes with the back of his fingers. Cups them around her ear, tilts her chin back. Then stoops, as she stands on her tiptoes, and sets his mouth, lightly as a snowflake, to hers.

They kiss without a sound for a long moment, except for small, soft sighs. They turn their heads to find a better angle, as his other arm comes around her waist and lifts her up. There is absolutely something extremely alluring about how easy it is for him, even as her feet dangle several solid inches off the floor. They open their mouths shyly, turn and taste, musing and breathing, as it finds its footing after the first few tentative moments and begins to become more confident. It’s hotter, more insistent, raw and rousing, her hands slipping in his hair, cupping the back of his head, pressing him into her. It is the thunder and the lightning and the rain.

At last, after a breathless, dazzled moment, Flynn puts her down, looking stunned. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, still clearly consciously forcing himself to breathe. He doesn’t seem to be doing it very well. Half to himself, he says, “Christ.”

Lucy wants to answer, but nothing seems able to work, or to get her tongue around. Her arms are still around his neck, and their gazes cannot be dragged apart. She can feel him in her hands, in her arms, in the sinews of her soul, and knows then beyond a doubt that he belongs to her. It’s terrifying and wonderful all at once, but given this, everything, she has to make sure he knows. “If tomorrow – ” She can’t get her own breath either, as they sway on the spot in each other’s arms. “If Lorena – if Lorena comes back too, I just want you to know, I don’t – it’s not going to be a mess again, like – like last time. I – I will be so happy for you. Truly.”

Something passes over Flynn’s face like the spring rush beneath broken ice, something desperate and powerful and poignant all at once. As if even the idea of seeing Lorena again is one he cannot bear to let himself imagine, and also that he has not changed his mind from what he told her in 1780. That saving them does not mean a reunion with them, that he is still intending to let them go. The idea breaks Lucy’s heart, almost twice over. That he would fight so hard and so long to see his wife and daughter take one more breath, and then, feeling so unworthy of them, leave. Wants to tell him that they’re on a pedestal on his head the way Jessica was with Wyatt, that he is one of the bravest (and perhaps, best, in his disaster way) men she has ever met. That he does deserve that, and he does deserve them, and she wants to see him have that chance.

(And yet, something does break a little inside her at the idea of watching one more man that’s been part of her turn back to the arms of his wife, and she cannot pretend it doesn’t.)

“All right,” Flynn says at last, hoarsely. “I see.”

Lucy doesn’t know how to answer that. She means it, she means it as much as she told Wyatt to go back to Jessica – what, what does he see? She doesn’t want to think about this, she doesn’t want to cry again, she doesn’t want to think about another sacrifice. It might be a little selfish this time, but she also thinks she’s earned it. She grabs hold of Flynn’s head, and pulls his mouth down to hers for a hot, devouring kiss.

They don’t stop this time until they’re absolutely heaving for breath, and Lucy’s hands fumble at the edge of his shirt, pulling it insistently over his head. His fingers fumble at the buttons of hers, undoing a few, as she manages the rest and shrugs it off, so she’s only in her bra. He lifts her up, she wraps her legs around his waist, and he walks them backward to the bed, sitting down on it as they continue to make out, slick and wet and hot and hungry, her mouth exploring the underside of his chiseled jaw and nipping at the pulse point, breathing on the shell of his ear. Her eyes are half-closed, even as she puts a hand on his head and guides his mouth down her neck, between her breasts. He kisses and lavishes and worships them with attention, the straps of her bra sliding down her slender shoulders, and he deftly springs the clasp. She pulls it off her arms, and lets him wrap her in his again, and goes down onto the bed on top of him.

Several more minutes of increasingly frenetic kissing follows, until Lucy wonders if they themselves are making a little too much noise, and then decides she doesn’t care. Flynn’s room is at the end of the hall, away from the others, and if Wyatt is up for a midnight snack – well, she’s not above thinking that so much the better. She drags her mouth down Flynn’s throat, along the rough muscles of his pecs and abs, and is just thinking about investigating lower when he stops her with a gentle hand on her shoulder. “No,” he says. “Let me.”

With that, they sit up and change positions on the bed, as Flynn lays her on her back and – never breaking eye contact, making it clear that she can alter or stop this any time she wants – traces his fingers down her ribs to the high waistband of her jeans. Slowly, carefully, he undoes them and rolls them off, as she wriggles her hips to help him and then kicks them off her feet. Then he hooks his fingers under her panties, glides them down, and lets them drop away. She’s on her back in his bed, totally naked beneath him, her hair tousled and her cheeks flushed and her mouth open, and he just stares at her for a long, completely bedazzled moment. The man is beholding the Holy Grail, you’d think. Lucy is almost embarrassed. Yes, all right, she’s not hideous, she isn’t going to strike him blind, but is she actually worthy of this reverence?

“Come on,” she whispers, small and shakily. “Come on, please.”

Another faint shudder passes through Flynn at her words. He considers for a long moment, like an artist deciding where to make the first stroke on the canvas, and then moves his hand between her legs. He doesn’t touch her intimately at once, brushing his fingers over the line of her pelvis, but then slowly moves them lower, splitting her with a thumb and stroking the silky wetness. He almost looks surprised that she is already roused, but a hint of his old devilish smirk crosses his face that she is. He moves his hand again, and murmurs something very earthy-sounding in Croatian that she thinks it’s better not to understand.

Flynn touches her lightly and thoroughly, roughing her clit with the pad of his thumb, unhurried and deliberate and clearly taking more than a little smug satisfaction in the mewling whimpers she is uttering. He slides a finger down and, after a glance at her and a breathless little nod, into her, up to the first knuckle. Touches her inside, rubbing her with just enough friction to make her buck her hips up. He steadies her with a hand on her waist and returns to his work. When she’s so wet that his fingers glisten as he draws them out, he considers her again. With a deep, inviting growl in his voice, he says, “Eh?”

Lucy doesn’t know exactly what eh means, in this context, but she is also under no illusions that she does not want it. “Please.”

Flynn smirks, as if he is thinking about making her ask again, but he doesn’t. Instead, he lifts her legs and drapes them over his shoulders, then manages to arrange himself within the limited space on the bed, chin on her pubic bone and pressing kiss after kiss low on her belly. Then, just as she is about to resort to grabbing his hair and pushing him, he catches her greedy hand and links his fingers through it, pulling it away. Lowers his head, spreads her legs, and kisses her there. Once almost sweetly, as if to give her a moment to acclimate. Then he goes to work.

Lucy jerks, digging her heels into his back hard enough that she half-wonders if she’s hurting him, but she doesn’t think that could be possible. He sucks and licks and browses, intent and relentless, paying attention to every bit of her that he can find and discovering nerves she did not realize that she possessed. She bites her lip until she can feel the skin break and manages to keep back most of her moans, but not all of them. Garcia Flynn is in fact a goddamn menace.

Flynn has driven her to the very brink of the edge when she shifts her hips just enough to pull him away. He looks up at her, startled and almost hesitant, but she crooks a finger. “Come on,” she whispers. “Eh?”

He looks at her, mouth still wet with her, eyes starving. “Are you – Lucy, are you sure?”

“I’m a grown woman,” Lucy says. “It’s nobody’s business who I sleep with but mine. So.” She shrugs, trying to sound casual. “If you – ”

Again, Flynn half-closes his eyes, as if to wonder how she could ever be in any doubt that he wants this, wants her, more than life itself. After a pause in which she does not appear likely to change her mind, he pauses, then shrugs and stands up. Undoes his belt and shucks his trousers, almost matter-of-factly. He is so delightfully long and lean and tall and trim, and just now, all Lucy wants is to climb him like a tree. He steps out of his boxers, with a slight self-conscious flourish, and holds out his hands. Here he is. She can look all she wants.

Lucy does so, roaming her eyes over him from head to toe, even as she can see the gooseflesh prickling on his arms for more reasons than the cool air of the room. His throat quivers as he looks at her, but he does not move to return to the bed. Not until she crooks a finger and whispers, “Garcia.”

At that, the fragile threads of his self control (not to mention his heart) clearly almost give out on the spot. He almost stumbles over himself clambering back onto the bed, as they face each other in nothing but their skins and he grips the back of her head, resting their foreheads together as she runs both hands over his shoulders and chest. “Lucy,” he breathes. “Lucy. God. Lucy.”

Hearing that rough, raw timbre of need, that desperation, is hell on Lucy’s determination to take her own time about this. She slides closer on her knees, reaching down to take him in hand, and whatever little blood there is left in his head vacates it at top speed. She strokes and circles with her thumb, enjoying the velvety hardness of him in her hand, stiff and quivering. Then she moves closer again, stands up on her knees, and spreads herself with her free hand. With that, slowly, carefully, whispered words against the corner of the other’s mouths telling them where to move, where to go, like that, just there, he presses at her, and then a sudden few inches into her.

Lucy gasps in the back of her throat, and he grips her by the hips, gently aligning the fit of their bodies. He waits, then when she gives him another nod, slides deeper. He pushes her apart, filling her hot and solidly, as she looks down to watch him into her and wriggles her hips to encourage him deeper. He mutters something incomprehensible and manages to take it slowly until he’s seated, as she gives him a few slick clutches and both of them seem to forget which way is up. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down to take her fully, and wraps her legs around his thighs. He braces his weight on his elbows, straining and settling into her.

After a long pause, when she nods to him, he starts to move. Shallow, soft thrusts at first, finding how they fit together, where she likes it, listening intently to her little whispers or gasps to see what feels the best. He rolls himself a little harder into her, hits a spot deep inside that makes her see white sparks. She drags her fingernails on the breadth of his shoulders, curling around his head, rising her hips to meet his, dragging out their thrusts together as the old metal feet of the bed begin to pound in a tell-tale way on the cement floor. Fine. Fine.

They buck and arch and writhe as it turns from sweet and gentle lovemaking to more intense and all-consuming fucking. God, he keeps hitting her right there, it almost seems he has practice at it. They can’t really roll too much, or they’ll fall off the bed, but they’re moving plenty. She ends up on top for several moments, riding him ferociously, hands braced on his shoulders as he grips her wrists. Her knees dig into the bunched sheets, he slips out and then decidedly back into her, and it almost makes her scream. God. God. God.

He reaches to finger her, keeping time with his strokes both within and without, until she can feel herself being dragged over in a wet white hot rush. She whimpers, jerks around him, and lets herself be swept over, down and down and down. She sprawls out on his chest as he wraps his arms around her, and holds her through the storm, and loses himself in the rain.

They comes back to themselves only slowly, badly and piecemeal, sorting out their entangled bodies as he slips from her, neither of them quite able to believe that that just happened. Lucy feels almost shy, crossing her arms over her breasts, but makes herself drop them. There’s really not much point in getting dressed again, and she feels too fragile and hot and well-used for her skin to stand clothes. She remains where she is, feeling boneless, as he adjusts their position, pulls the tangled covers out and tosses them over them, and gathers her against his chest.

Lucy snuggles back into him, pressing her ass against his thighs, their dark heads side by side on the whiteness of the pillow, her hair loose against their shoulders, his hand on her stomach. He makes a sound that she doesn’t quite recognize as they settle into the thin mattress together – and then she does.

Garcia Flynn is humming.

#lucy x flynn #garcy #garcy ff #timeless ff #god i have written so much fic for these fools this week #and the last several #but gngghhh #aka yes this is the smutty very non canon version of events #ahem

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