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luna-baby01 · 9 months

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Luna Gets the Biggest

You're stuck in bed full-time now, and you're not even pregnant... yet. It's been a year since you gave birth to a record-shattering set of vigintuplets that caused you to be put on bed rest by your doctor only a month in and get up to 1300 lbs. just before you gave birth, completely immobilized by your staggering pregnancy, your pregnant stomach pressing so hard into the ceiling that you were worried you might break through it. You had thought that you'd get above half a ton when you got pregnant this time, but you smashed that barrier with a combination of twenty whole fetuses spurring you on to eat yourself into a massive boulder of matronly maternal flesh and having virtually no significant movement during your pregnancy, stuck in bed, pinned down by your heaving belly, a turtle stranded on her back. An enormously fat and pregnant turtle, for sure. 400 lbs. of baby and amniotic fluid came out of you that day, slightly under a third of your total body weight.

The damage had definitely been done to your body, though. Being 900 lbs. postpartum left you stranded in bed, unable to get up without assistance, probably for the rest of your life. You lost a significant chunk of that, though, "slimming" down, if you could even call it that at this point, to 800 lbs. simply because you could not maintain that weight. Though even your non-pregnancy appetite was the stuff of legend now and your metabolism had slowed down significantly from what it was before your first pregnancy, there was simply no way you could eat enough to keep yourself that heavy. It wasn't even a question of breastfeeding, that alone wouldn't've been able to put a dent in your poundage, you just simply could not eat enough to keep yourself that fat without a clutch of babies in your guts.

Since you now have forty children, your house had now become too small for your absurdly large family and you had to move to a much larger one, having the walls of your room broken down to get your fat ass out of your old one. It was much more comfortable for you, your husband, and your teeming flock to be in such a large house, your children having enough room to play both inside and out, including with you. You couldn't do much. You couldn't even get up on you own power to see them, but your kiddos went over to you and loved their how soft their big cuddly mama was, and most importantly, they loved you. Of course, your new bedroom was much larger than what you were in at your old house, able to accommodate your mass as it was... and if you got bigger.

You and your husband weren't dumb, despite how overloaded your brain gets during pregnancy. You both knew that you were going to get pregnant again, and soon. Even though you're so fat you can't walk, your husband putting another ridiculous number of babies in your belly without incident would be inevitable, and you two chose your new house with this in mind. More room in your bedroom for you to grow and more bedrooms for your ever-increasing number of children. Your house was a mansion, which thankfully your husband was able to afford. How he was able to afford what only very few people on Earth would be able to buy was anyone's guess, but you decided to keep yourself ignorant of that fact in case it was something less than savory. You had more important things to think about, like getting your guts stuffed full of food, children, and dick. The one thing you missed about your old house was the creaky floorboards, but that wasn't really your concern then since you weren't able to walk anymore, anyway.

That did not keep you from thinking about how much of a dumb, bloated, fattened breeding sow you were and were going to become soon again, your entire existence dedicated to nothing but feasting, gestating, and fucking with absolutely nothing else on your mind during your pregnancies, a goddess of fertility in human form. A veritable human termite queen. That was when you were the happiest, and you were going to be that happy again. Both you and your husband were ready for you to grow even larger than even the behemoth you have become now. You're a greedy girl, your size alone made that obvious. You wanted some babies in your guts and you wanted them NOW!

Your husband, solely devoted to you, your children, and creating more of them, was rearing to get at you just as much as you were at him, even though you were a complete whale at this point. He had to do all the work, making you quiver underneath him. He got his jollies out of this, too, your soft body a waterbed of flesh bouncing around with each of his thrusts, you two waiting for his seed to turn your belly hard once again as it swelled with a new brood. Both of you were screaming in ecstasy. though thankfully (or perhaps it was something you missed) your moans and yelps during the throes of passion didn't cause as much of a commotion like they used to, with both your room and your house so big that those screams woke neither your children nor your neighbors, of which you had so much land attached to your house that you basically had no neighbors who'd be able to hear the freight train of fucking going on and make noise complaints like last time (something I forgot to mention).

"Get me pregnant, get me fucking pregnant!" you shouted, thinking of nothing else but your husband and the absolutely gargantuan cow he was going to turn you into with this new batch of children you were so eager for him to put inside you. "Make me massive! Get me all the way to a ton! Make me break down the walls of this room! I'm nothing but a baby factory designed to swell with children, and it's all for you!" the latter an uncharacteristically unselfish statement of you to make while in the middle of the horizontal mambo. You were greedy, and you liked being greedy. Your burning desire to swell enormous with child was driving you to this, but you did it for your husband, too. "Fill me with your seed and your children! FILL ME UP! FILL ME UP!!!" you screamed, about to know pleasure like you had never experienced before. The two of you, like all those other times before, did this for at least a week, keeping yourselves quite busy, waiting for the inevitable outcome.

And that moment was realized. A month after those marathon sessions with your husband, you found out you were pregnant again, because of course you were. You simply could not keep yourself from getting pregnant and turning into an enormous breeding sow. The cravings your new brood gave you had you eat yourself up to 900 lbs. again, your voracious maternity-induced appetite showing itself on your body once more. Your doctor, who had to keep himself from screaming at you for getting pregnant again, just wanted to make sure you were healthy at this point. And of course, the moment of truth you and your husband were waiting for had come. Waiting for the announcement of just how pregnant you were going to be and how massive you were going to get drove you insane, your mind pregnant (heh) with anticipation. Your doctor struggled to get a clear reading on the ultrasound through all of the fat on your stomach, but he got it. Forty embryos had been detected. You were having quadragintuplets. That thought sent you into orbit, having a set of consecutive orgasms on cue, your eyes rolling deep back into your head. You screamed at your husband that you'd get past a ton during the first of those steamy fucks that got you in this state, but now you think you were going to surpass even that. Thank God you got that new house, eh?

At the end of the first trimester, you were the size you were when you gave birth the last time, growing exponentially with each pregnancy. You were 1300 lbs., your belly more than three times the size of your body with forty fetuses inside of it, spurring you on to grow fatter and heavier with each orgy of food your husband helped you push past your lips. Your mind was truly mush at this point, both pregnancy brain and arousal driving you mad and unable to think about anything else other than getting food in your stomach, growing your babies, and lying back with your husband inside you making you scream wildly every few hours. The two of you simply could not be stopped from going at each other, or really your husband since you were powerless to stop him, but holy Hell, did you not want to stop him.

"God, I'm getting massive for you!" you screamed during one of the steamier fucks you had then. "I do nothing but have my face, womb, and pussy stuffed! I'm gorging myself all day long and getting fatter & heavier with your babies! They're making me so hungry I just can't stop! MMMM!!!"

"Are you going to get to a ton and burst the walls of your room like you said you were?" your husband replied, wanting to drive you as mad with lust as possible.

"YES! YES! I'M GOING TO BLOW UP AND MAKE THIS ROOM EXPLODE! KEEP FEEDING ME! KEEP STUFFING ME! KEEP FATTENING ME! KEEP ME PREGNANT! KEEP DOING THIS TO ME OVER AND OVER! MY BELLY WILL NEVER BE EMPTY AGAIN! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

The two of you made a serious mess of your bed, coming down from a high that was simply indescribable. You HAD to keep doing this. You just had to.

The end of the second trimester was even better. Your stomach was now twenty feet above your head, and you still didn't come anywhere close to filling the confines of your room, making sure to make that room as large as possible to accommodate your ludicrous pregnancies. This was not normal, but you were used to things not being normal ever since you first got knocked up with decuplets and ate yourself into an elephantine food balloon. You were truly a hippo. A heifer. Fattened up at the irresistible insistence of that legion of babies kicking at you to keep on gorging. Your husband made good on his promise, keeping you filled up both with comestibles and himself. You obviously couldn't reach around to pleasure yourself anymore. You had that happen before when you got so heavily pregnant you couldn't reach around your stomach, but that became permanent since your got pregnant the third time, with you already so fat and so pregnant that that would never become a possibility for you again. You were burning with a need that only your husband could fulfill because you couldn't do so yourself, and boy did he do his best to satisfy you. Even you two were shocked at how you were able to go at it so many times in one day, let alone at all. Your husband practically never left your side except to order all of your chefs around or bring the children of yours not currently gestating within to you when you wanted to see them or they wanted to see you, marveling at the mountain of a woman your husband had turned you into, knowing that there would be twice as many of them as there are now. Your pleasure was completely at the mercy of your husband, something that actually got you turned on more than you thought it would. You needed him, and he needed you.

Time went both slow and fast for you. Slow enough for you to savor being trapped underneath a boulder of a belly and an avalanche of fat, but it was still too fast for you, knowing that it would all be over in just a few months. You wanted to be this pregnant forever, not wanting to shrink back down ever again. You just wanted to keep a gaggle of children inside of you forever, growing ever larger for all eternity, but you knew that wasn't possible. That thought kept you going during the rare instances when your husband wasn't waiting on you sexually, which you needed constantly. It's a nice fantasy, but it couldn't be made into reality. Or could it?

That thought would have to be set aside for now, though. You had finally arrived at your due date, and just like the last three times, nary a contraction had graced your uterus. Your stomach, hard as a rock even with all that fat on it, surged thirty feet above your head. You were truly nothing but a machine designed for glutting on fattening food and making babies. A complete lack of self control when it came to food and sex got you here, and there was nothing that could be done to stop it, nor did you want to. You were in horny delirium at all waking hours, your babies growing fat in your womb making you wonder how much more food you could stuff into yourself, the hormones they controlled making you salivate at the thought of wiping an all-you-can-eat buffet bare, a one-woman swarm of locusts. And this was all your husband's doing, your mind being manipulated to this extent to crave both food and sex at all hours of the day, and all because he stuck his dick inside you & fertilized you with his seed. Forget about a human termite queen, you were way past that at this point. Your gargantuan body filled with babies took up almost a third of your room now, but still you wanted to get even larger, consequences be damned! A ton came and went. You were more than 2,000 lbs. of breeding sow filled with babies making your bed groan under your weight whenever you moved slightly or even whenever one of your children kicked inside of you. The loss of not hearing the floorboards creek underneath your girth whenever you waddled around more pregnant than ever was more than made up for by this. And it was only going to get better.

The time for your customary induction two weeks after your due date had arrived, and you were somehow even more massive than before. You grew more quickly in that time than you ever had before, your belly rounding out to a total of thirty-three feet thrusting above your head and gorging yourself up to a long ton. You were physically ready to give birth, but not mentally. Not that you weren't mentally prepared for the struggle of giving birth, that wasn't it. Unlike the last three times, you weren't mentally prepared to stop being pregnant. You didn't want to know of anything else but pregnancy, constantly growing until the end of time. You had to figure out how to make that happen, Lord knows you've already accomplished the impossible with a quadragintuplet pregnancy and reaching a weight never once held by a human being before. But right now, your body had to get those kids out of you, and you brought forty new wonderful lives into the world.

Lying there, exhausted from the ordeal of childbirth and just there no being not exhausted from being so fat, you were already thinking about how you were going to get knocked up again, and this time permanently.

Fin

I have reached my ultimate form as a 1 ton baby factory🥵🥵🥵

#huge pregnant belly #hyper pregnancy #gigantic pregnant belly #big pregnant belly #pregnant #pregnancy #pregnantbelly #sexy pregnant #pregnancy kink #massive #round belly #ready to explode #ready to burst #ready to pop #multiples pregnancy #multiples

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 2 months

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Omg omg omg I almost missed the ask box being open! First of all though: thank you ever so much for all your hard work.

My question is this: I really like Mpreg fics. And I remember reading one where Derek thought Stiles rejected him and the baby. Only Stiles didn't even know male werewolves could get pregnant. I can find fics with this trope where it's Stiles who is pregnant but not the other way around

I think so!

Naps are nature’s way of reminding you that life is nice by FicLogia

(1/1 I 3,033 I General)

Melissa puts the patient chart away and comes closer to the omega. “It’s normal to change your mind. Especially for someone in your position.” Young, unmated, barely graduated. The omega ob-gyn has seen it one too many times.

Derek shakes his head, runs a hand over the arc of his belly, relishing the feel of it, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. “I want this baby. We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

“Then why? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Little Dash Of Pink by AsagiStilinski

(1/1 I 4,790 I Teen)

Derek always thought those stories he heard about male pregnancies in his family were just old wives' tales and bad jokes

Suddenly, that's no longer true, and he's not too sure how to tell his husband

ay it out loud, love by pineneedlepants

(4/? I 29,137 I Teen)

When Derek first finds out, it's a rainy thursday that reflects his mood perfectly. He's been oddly dizzy lately, with bouts of nausea that don't make any sense to him, and he's pretty sure he's never slept as much as he is now, not even as a carefree teenager. He thumps his forehead gently against the table top, willing the water he drank not five minutes ago to stay down. He's rubbing his head on the wooden surface when he hears it.

There's a soft thump thu-thump coming from somewhere near him. He lifts his head slowly, as not to make the world spin and tries to concentrate where the soft beat is coming from. Because it couldn't possibly be -

Derek cannot be -

With growing horror, he directs his eyes downwards, to his slightly softened belly. His hands have stilled on his skin, trembling lightly. The soft thump thu-thump comes again, and again, and again, the sound getting louder with each soft flutter, until the pulse matches Derek's own. It's almost mesmerizing, a beautiful cadence that flutters in and out of rhythm of Derek's own heartbeat. --

Or the one where there's a misunderstanding of the century, a little angst, a surprise baby and a deliriously happy ending.

A Legend of a Lonely Boy by bunnymaccool

(1/1 I 42,991 I Explicit)

Peter Hale managed to climb his way back up from death only long enough to do one, terrible, horrible thing. It was enough to accomplish his goal. To leave a legacy. Two months after killing his uncle for the second time, Derek is feeling sick and weak, heavy in his own body. What Deaton is telling him should be impossible... but...

There is a werewolf legend. About unmated alpha who desperately desired to have heirs, so he studied the moon and the stars in such great depth that he discovered a secret. On the night of the full moon, when the stars aligned just so … he could plant his pups into whatever body he desired. Regardless of species, regardless of gender.

The danger is this ... werewolves are not meant to carry pups alone. They need someone to guide them, love them, protect them during this time of vulnerability. A partner. A mate. But Derek Hale has none of these things. He has no one. If he and his pup are going to survive, he may just have to follow the ridiculous suggestion Deaton puts forth. The completely annoying, loud-mouthed, pain in his ass suggestion that makes Derek want to rip someone's throat out. With his teeth.

Through the Dark by WriteByNight

(11/35 I 93,401 I Explicit)

Stiles is down on his luck and out of money, just trying to finish his last year of college. Out of ideas, he goes to donate his sperm and meets Derek Hale, who is looking for a surrogate to carry his and his infertile girlfriend's baby. Stiles is instantly attracted to the alpha werewolf, but pushes his feelings to the side in order to fulfill Derek's dream for children.

Derek and Stiles grow close, but try to deny the feelings growing for one another because as soon as the pregnancy is over Stiles will have to give the baby over to Derek and Braeden, and walk out of their lives. However, the closer he gets to his due date, the harder it is to come to terms that he'll have to let go of the man he's come to love.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #rape #mpreg #anon

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Dreamy

Title: Dreamy Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Reader Prompt: 14. "Stop looking at me like that, people might get the impression you're soft." R WC: 890

"And I'm standing here backstage with the newly signed hardcore legend herself, Y/n Y/l/n. Y/n, whenever Triple H announced your signing, you said that you came here with a mission. What exactly is that mission?" Byron asked the woman standing across from him. Nobody would have ever known that the two were old friends from Y/n's FCW days whenever she had just been starting out. Especially not from the way that she looked at Byron like he was small, puny, and pathetic. That was the way that Y/n looked at most of her fellow peers on the roster, both male and female. There were a few excceptions, but it wasn't like anybody was allowed to talk about the things that they used to be before WWE.

"Byron, I could stand here and threaten or bully you, but I won't. Damage CTRL, Judgement Day, hell, even Corey Graves made himself look tougher by picking on you. That's the difference between those groups and me, I know where my strengths lie and I don't bother picking on the weak to make myself look better. I don't stand around in a ring making ridiculous promo after promo about how I'm going to revitalize the women's division. I'll be standing in out in that ring ready to take on any competitor that wants me, not for any championship belt, but something that used to be worth a lot more than any belt. Let this be a message to every single person on the roster, male or female, if you want my respect, you know where to find me," Y/n said sternly. She dropped her hand and started to walk away as the cameras cut.

"Hey, before you go!" Byron called out after her. "It's good to have you back here. I'm glad they came to their senses about signing you as yourself."

"Thanks Saxton, take care of yourself man," Y/n told him. She walked away after that and headed straight for the ring. People would go crazy over the way that she just sat there cross-legged. Every little thing that Y/n did was always scrutinized by fans who thought they knew her motivations better than her. Nobody could break apart her character or the choices made whenever she was in the ring. Y/n never let anything be noticed that she didn't want to.

Y/n waited for her first opponent to show, and was surprised when it was one of the lower card women thought to be jobbers. Y/n had no qualms with working with those women, especially the home-grown ones. That was how the show went for weeks, Y/n would place herself in the ring during a commercial break and then someone would answer the call whenever she got back. Sometimes, they moved on after one match, but not always. Y/n liked the women who kept coming back for more, just to see what they could do with a talent like Y/n's. Slowly but surely, Y/n worked her way across all of WWE's shows until it became a game to guess where Y/n would show up and when. She couldn't remember the last time that she had been on Raw as she walked away from her match against Natalya.

"How are you feeling?" Cody asked as he rushed over to help her backstage. Y/n was limping, a side effect of having been submitted by the Sharpshooter. Some people would have bitched and whined about losing to Nattie, but Y/n respected the woman. Quite a few of Y/n's own submission moves had been learned from the blonde woman during their time at FCW together. "Do you need to get some ice for your knee?"

"No Cody, I do not need any ice. I'm fine, not every match can be a win. Besides, how can I complain when I know where my next feud is going?" Y/n asked him. Cody looked around, as if he was scared that people were watching them. "What's wrong?"

"Stop looking at me like that, people might get the impression that you're soft," Cody joked. Y/n smacked his chest as she walked past him. "Are you ready for Texas?"

"No, but I will be. This is huge, my first feud in WWE. No offense, but I don't think I've ever been so excited before," Y/n said. Cody's brows furrowed as he tried to think of what would have been offensive about that before he looked down at the diamond ring on Y/n's finger. They were going to be married soon, sometime after the next Royal Rumble, but before WrestleMania. If everything went according to plan, that match would be even bigger than his match against Roman, and hopefully with more favoring odds. "She's my hero Cody, this is a dream come true."

"I thought Mickie James was your hero." Cody crossed his arms as he looked down at Y/n. "Come to think on it, you've wrestled quite a few of your heroes."

"Yeah, but do you know how badly I wanted to beat up Michelle McCool when I was younger?" Y/n asked him. Cody chuckled as he nudged the two of you further backstage. "I know now that she's nice, but the sentiment still stands."

#cody rhodes #cody rhodes x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #my writing

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jahiera · 6 months

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speaking strictly from a plot & writing perspective here, not a commentary on characters or who or who is not my favorite blorbo (they all are). it's gale time and I wanted to get down everything I thought about this go around with his romance & the writing before it escapes me.

so I once again had a ton of fun of course, the game is still a blast, and several arcs were way more satisfying this time around simply because I ... did not skip the creche, unlike my very first run (I was an idiot) (I didnt think it would be that important) (it really really was). love it 10/10. I cannot WAIT to do my gith run & really focus in on that because the lore there is just, so cool, and that subplot was really rich & rewarding this time around since I had someone who was not orpheus become a mindflayer instead.

as for Gale, Thank Fuck I started before they bugged him up again too much. but let's deep dive into The Material.

shoutout to Tim first of all, he's a legend, dreamboat, superstar. there are so many lines delivered so effortlessly when they would sound ridiculous in anyone else's mouth. he gives gale so much soulful intensity and subtle, nuanced gravitas befitting someone like gale; with enough of Gale's own moments of silliness, cheekiness, wry wit & understated sarcasm, to outright flabbergasted at times, I was Giggling every conversation fr. I'm not usually prone to the "I LOVE YOU" Romances that come earlier rather than later, but ohhhhhhh tim gives each line with all the weight & agony that you can feel inside Gale when it comes (the looming death; not knowing what the end may bring; not wanting to leave any regrets behind) so like. MWAH to him. MWAH MWAH. all the kisses in the world.

okay mandatory compliments to the actor aside. I came out of the whole thing with breadth of new appreciation for Gale as a character in terms of the... concepts, threads, that make him up, and act 2 is where he REALLY shines overall.

I didn't necessarily come away from it with the same... weepy...... done-no-wrong? interpretation of Gale that I've seen floating about. he's lovely. he's intense. he's got soul-crushing devotion on his mind, no doubt. but for every fracture of tenderness, raw sincerity, & off the cuff soliloquy, he's got a lot of interesting flaws/characteristics I'd love to unpick with a fine-toothed comb on some replays or rewatches. Still trying to turn over in my brain exactly what that is, but it's there, and I love it. will say I'm really glad I played it mostly in a vacuum rather than getting too into others' thoughts on him, because What I Had Seen on the Webbed Site had near put me off entire (seeing someone say he's not prideful or pompous at all... when he self-describes as pompous?) -- maybe it's my tendency to focus in on what makes a character tick, when are they sharper, or harder, or meaner, and I enjoy watching that play out a lot, but? yeah. I didn't come away thinking him a super soft mushy mwahmwah -- ROMANTIC, yes, but overall as a character not nearly so lovesick and in desperate need of some protector. in fact when you tell him you don't want to be his crutch, he says as much too -- you've helped him, but you're not the sole focus of his person or the only thing keeping him alive.

there's enough of the humanity in his cheekier moments (stop licking the damn thing!!) and plenty of tear-jerking aside all of that. gale my canon-depressive-episode, mildly suicidal, chronic pained up, still-kind-of-full-of-yourself king. I adore you I love you I cradle you softly in my arms. he charmed me entire! I think that the themes hey were trying to tackle are really interesting and nuanced and I do have some thoughts on the success of the game in actually tackling those, what is there is really wonderful. some gorgeous writing in act 2, especially, and it was sold so well by the voice acting & sincerity in the writing I was just like. PERFECT. 10/10. NEED TO WRITE 98 FLUFF PIECES RN. which does not happen often, to me, as a person.

with. some exceptions, going back to critiquing act 3 as a whole.

act 1 & 2 are both strong, really nice. however this romance definitely needed at least one or two more scenes in act 2 to pad out the space between awkward flirting at the party to "I like it when you're sweaty and bloody-- sorry who said that" to "I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU." -- these scenes should've elaborated on Gale's personal feelings; of mystra, of what's been asked of him, of Tav. they should've set in threads of Gale's anger earlier, rather than the jarring shift from late act 2 "yeah I'll kill myself" to "actually... mystra fucking sucks! lol!" in act 3 at sorcerer sundries. yeah babygirl, mystra DOES fucking suck, wish I could've listened to you as you arrived to these conclusions rather than connecting empty character lines between act 2 and 3. and act 3 desperately needed more space to talk gale in or out of the crown. because by the time we get to the end, if he's really into the crown, he's into it beyond the focus of all else. but in the scenes where you talk him off that particular ledge, it doesn't even take very long to do so, and leaves kind of a weird... gap of intention.

I feel like they wrote themselves into a bit of a corner, honestly. because Gale's personal quest literally cannot be resolved until 5 minutes before the end, any climax wouldn't have much space afterward to pad the aftermath. so the solution to that would've been more character focus scenes, more flavor text depending on how you've influenced gale, something that actually makes the choices feel rewarding -- some hurdles to cross too, checks of some kind. but there really isn't any of that, and so the conflict is almost nonexistent. you squirt gale with a water bottle and he gives up the crown with no real additional dialogue. or you tell him "ma...maybe???" and he's suddenly a power obsessed little freak (complimentary) with no recourse, and in either case, we never got much dialogue to get some insight into his personal thoughts on it. this doesn't make Gale a bad character, but it does leave the narrative to be lacking in some regard.

like, for example. Astarion gets dialogue changes depending on the quest outside of character-specific moments (such as a spawn Astarion changing his dialogue after you help Aylin with Lorroakan), post-quest conversations, PRE-quest conversations with his siblings, moments where he reveals more of what he thinks (such as "You're... you. no one is like that.") etc., Gale gets None of that. the only other characters who really do are Lae'zel and Shadowheart; everyone else is either shafted or resolved in the last few minutes too. I came out of this most satisfied as a player overall with LAE'ZEL'S conclusion (also at the end of the game!!) because we had gotten a few more moments where her focus is obvious and her motivations are clear.

anyways, those are just general writing issues. Act 3 overall is the weakest, most agree, and that's still true here. Sadly it kind of takes some of Gale down with it in this case, because his personal quest is both so removed from the overall plot (despite him being a literal fixture as the only character who knows anything about the crown & was decreed by a literal god to take out the absolute).

however none of this is related to Gale as a guy. as a guy I'm Fucking Obsessed With Him. taking him with me everywhere was so rewarding especially in act 1 / 2. his commentary & insights, when they were there, ranged from funny as fuck to genuinely insightful & interesting for the overall plot. the ideas behind him, the glimpses we get of the life he led before, and the life he wants to lead after with Tav -- or what he alludes to wanting to lead with Tav, thinking that he'll still probably die at the end of this -- are lovely, interesting, TOUCHED MY SPIRIT. he's such a neat version of how to do a character that is as endearing as he can be foot-in-mouth, and as intelligent as he can be a little belligerent. I looooved every moment I could talk with him about magic in act 1, see his passions (beyond mystra), argue with him about how to do something (I'M the magical wonder here actually and I get to make the shadowlantern), all of that really MADE the romance for me in the lulls where his Silence or the gaps in his writing were more clear. 10/10 would kiss that fucking wizard again and cry a little bit thinking about exploding with him aboard a giant alien brain while one of those "ITS YOUUU I LIE WITH" songs plays in the bg

#tldr he's my special guy. some of the writing was disappointing as a pacing thing but he's MY SPECIAL GUY #I also cried a little bit as lae'zel got to take off on a red dragon with orpheus but that's secondary #also I said orpheus is hot & NO ONE agreed with me. fine. I'll carry this banner alone #men who are capable of executing a rebellion or instant apocalypse with their swaths of power. What.#who said that.#anyways. GALE MY DARLING. my belovedest. I want to write 1000 dialogue snippets in act 2 and 3 for you #and MAYBE I WILL. who knows.#still chewing on him and need to Ponder if I want to actually make any sort of character studies for him because. um.#some of you.. can be off the rails about this man. but I do think of him fondly and love what was there #he can be a bit of a bitch he can be the most wonderful man in the world he can hold your hand he can cast globe of invulnerability #he can also make the FUNNIEST fucking oneliners known to man. I crave him carnally & emotionally #I want to Add scenes to his romance. I wish act 3 was better. goddamn.#still one of my favorite games though. I am Back on the nautiloid as we speak. Durge and Minthara time #bg3 meta

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steddiebang · 7 months

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Crossroads (Hellfire on my Trail)

Author: @nevertheless_5 l Artist: @hels._art l Artist: @sunflowerharrington Posting on Tuesday, October 10

Like the infamous urban legend, Eddie meets the Devil at a crossroads and cuts a deal to become a rockstar. In exchange, Henry Creel wants to be his occasional puppetmaster. He grants Eddie one year of his shiny new life to choose to either finalize his deal or break it. As he grows more famous, makes a record, and starts a nationwide U.S. tour, Eddie thinks he’s gotten everything he ever wanted. Then he meets Steve Harrington and realizes how wrong he was. He also didn’t get all the fine print of his contract with the Devil. An explicit, slow burn, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers tale. Tagline: Love be the Devil but it won’t get me.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Eddie kept looking because the guy was hot. Those boring clothes were a little too tight and all Eddie could process was the bulge in his jeans, toned muscles that were obvious under his pastel shirt, and hard forearms. He looked strong, like he worked out. Probably exactly that douchey type, yeah. His face was kind of ridiculous too. Thick, dark eyebrows, defined jaw, moles or freckles dotting his neck and face like beauty marks. He was pretty.

So maybe he was a little taken aback by the guy’s looks. He wasn’t about to show it. Good-looking guys like him were a dime a dozen. Probably straight as an arrow too. He looked it. Boring.

“And who are you?�� Eddie said and looked down like he wasn’t interested in the answer. He watched himself strum the guitar.

“Who are you?”

Eddie laughed. “If you’re here you should probably know that already.” He looked up to another bitchy expression and hands still on hips. “What are you, venue staff?”

The man scoffed. Eddie strummed again and turned one of the tuning pegs to adjust the sound, strummed again.

“Hey, stop that.”

The man placed his hand on the neck of the guitar like he was going to take it and Eddie stood up quickly, pushing the guy back with his body, the guitar between them. He didn’t like people touching his baby, certainly not some random dude with a chip on his shoulder. He wasn’t afraid of his size either. They were the same height anyway, even if pretty boy had 20 lbs or more on him.

“Back off,” Eddie said, eyes locked on the man, but he wasn’t backing down either.

The guy’s annoyed expression was angry now, and yeah there was green in his eyes. Eddie could see it really well now that they were so much closer. His dark eyelashes were kind of absurdly long too. Christ, he looked like a girl. Eddie’s gaze fell to pretty boy’s lips without his consent. The hard line of them right now couldn’t hide how they’d probably be soft and sweet to kiss, and Eddie wanted to kiss them, well, if he didn’t rip the guy’s hand off his arm first.

“That’s Munson’s guitar and I’m in charge of it, so hand it over.”

Eddie laughed. “You’re not in charge of it.”

“I’m his guitar tech actually, so yes I am in charge of it, and I don’t appreciate you fucking with the instrument.”

The heat in his voice and that he’d cursed made Eddie smile now. He would never deign to let it show, but he decided he liked how this guy didn’t back down. Also, he was pretty amused that he didn’t have a clue who Eddie was. Idiot. A pretty idiot though. He could work with that, could push this game a little further.

“Oh, you don’t want me fucking with your instrument huh? You sure? I’m pretty good at it.”

The guy seemed to flatline for a moment before narrowing his eyes, getting the gist of what Eddie was saying. Eddie looked him up and down slowly, acted like he was considering it and, oh, this guy didn’t like that at all. They were still so close, and Eddie ran his hand up the collar of the guy’s shirt. Pretty boy stopped Eddie’s hand immediately, gripping it tight, and that actually hurt a little. Strong, yeah. Eddie grinned.

“Watch it.”

“Or maybe I’ll let you fuck with mine instead. You might like that.”

The guy practically sneered at him, disgusted. Eddie grinned and shrugged. It didn’t bother him. Typical straight guy reaction. Eddie knew he was attractive, so it wasn’t any skin off his back. If anything, it made this more fun.

“But either way, Adonis, I’ll be tuning my own guitar, thanks. Don’t need your help.”

The guy looked a little confused by that, especially when Eddie stepped away to sit back down and mess around with his guitar.

“Uh.” Eddie looked up and the guy seemed a little lost now. He swallowed and followed that eloquence with, “I’m Steve. What’s…your name?”

Eddie grinned. “I think you might have guessed. Smarter than you look, huh?”

A flash of anger passed over the man’s features before he composed himself. “Eddie Munson?”

Eddie nodded and started to hum along to the song he was playing now. He could feel Steve’s eyes on him and wondered what he was thinking. Probably freaking out that he’d pissed off the boss. The boss who had kind of hit on him. Eddie decided he’d put him out of his misery. He didn’t look up when he spoke.

“I’ll take care of the Warlock and my acoustic too. You can handle the backup guitars, cords, amps, all the other fun stuff. Got it, Steve?”

“Harrington.”

Eddie looked up and a little of the defiance was back in Steve’s expression. He found it funny that he was correcting himself now, wanted to be called Harrington instead apparently.

“Harrington then. My other offer still stands by the way.” Eddie grinned at him and Steve looked confused for a second. Just one.

“I don’t mess around with rockstars.”

Eddie glanced at him, raising his eyebrows as he strummed. “Oh? Why’s that?”

“Lots of reasons. Plenty of other people around who are up for that. Men, women, whatever you want.”

“But not you?” Eddie pressed, letting his gaze slide over Steve’s features again. He really was beautiful. Not Eddie’s type at all but there was something about him. Maybe he just liked what he couldn’t have. Steve stared back and seemed to have shut a wall down over his expression. It made Eddie so curious. What was he afraid to show?

“No, I…ah, relationships are kinda bullshit and casual stuff, well, I don’t fuck around on the job.”

That wasn’t what Eddie had meant with his question, and he couldn’t tell if Harrington was avoiding saying whether he was straight or not by deflecting. But if the guy was queer Eddie felt he would have gotten Eddie’s point. So yeah, probably straight. That wouldn’t deter him from flirting in the future though.

Read more on October 10!

#steddiebang23 #steddiebang23 upcoming projects

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luimagines · 5 months

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Finally did a part 2 of this cuz college is tearing me apart.

Kith kith thank you kith kith kith

TW for brief mentions of torture, murder, and subtle themes of trafficking.

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“Why did you hide your scales??”

“I didn’t want you all to find out.”

“Why didn’t you want us to find out??”

“Due to my species secluded nature and the value people put on as a rare species, it’s taught to us as young guppies to never reveal what we truly are.”

“Why am I your favorite??”

“Sailors and pirates spread tales that we’re evil and monstrous to deter people from searching us out and invading our waters. They protected us, so when you told me of your tales, I knew you were a good guppy.”

“Is it cannibalism if you eat fish??”

“No.”

This back and forth between the Sailor and Hush, now preferring (Y/n), has been going on for the entirety of the walk to the stables. Seated on top of Epona to prevent his wound from reopening, Wind had no short of breath when asking every question he thought of in his little head. Impressively, at least to Time, (Y/n) never disappointed the boy by answering every question thrown at them, no matter how ridiculous. However, that last one was enough for everybody else.

“For the love of— Enough questions! Goddess, if I hear one more “why” I’m turning around and you’ll never see me again!” Of course Legend was the first to speak up, dramatically covering his ears with his hat.

“Come on, Legend! Are the you the least bit curious?! (Y/n) is more willing to talk now!”

The veteran just groaned, refusing to grace this frustrating argument with a response. (Y/n) merely chuckled, bringing a hand up to cover their mouth as the laughter escapes them.

“Sailor, perhaps that’s enough questions for now, you can ask me more at dinner. That sound good?” In a gentle voice contrasting the carnage they left in their wake an hour prior, (Y/n) does their best to halt whatever ludicrous questions Wind had left.

Reluctantly, the young on agreed with a small pout. “Fine, but I still think that you eating fish is cannibalism!”

“It’s really not.”

Once the stable was in eye shot, many of the group gave halfhearted cheers. It’s not often enough that they get an actual roof over their heads, so it’s a very welcome view. The large horse structure stood high above where the building actually ended, acting as a sort of beacon for the traveling heroes.

Wild, Warrior, and Time went ahead to grab a few beds for the party, one extra soft mattress for Sailor due to his heavy wound. The kid’s been busting his butt with helping everyone out lately, so it was a little treat for him, at least Warrior thought so (yes im a sucker for dad warriror to wind sue me).

Seeing that they were back in a more public area, (Y/n) goes back to being silent. At least now the chain had an idea why and didn’t question it.

(Y/n) helped getting Wind off of Epona and to the bed, lightly cooing at him whenever the boy winces in pain from the movement. The sight particularly warmed Twilight’s heart, feeling especially empathetic towards (Y/n), the two of them both hiding another side to themselves from the chain. He makes mental note to talk to them about it later, Time already asked (Y/n) for a deeper explanation of the situation.

The captain had never seen Wind so willing to help, but it was a welcome change.

Later that night, the group was huddled around a nearby cooking pot, watching Wild toss together who knows what to create their dinner. Wind was resting on his bed, absolutely exhausted from the day. Without his comments, the chain grew tense, many debating who was gonna ask (Y/n) the first question.

“What exactly is a guppy?”

Surprisingly, Sky was the one to break the ice. Everyone’s eyes shoot to either him or (Y/n), Wild almost ends up dropping his ladle into the pot.

The silence following Sky’s relatively innocent question was comical, so much so that (Y/n) couldn’t help but crack a smirk, an airy chuckle escaping them. “Oh boy, it’s gonna be a fun night. It’s just a word for a young mer, nothing more.” They lightly rolled their eyes, the personality they had known mixed with the voice they only just learnt felt so right now hand in hand.

A couple more laughs are shared before the silence from before lays over them again. Twlight shifts his weight on his feet before asking a question everyone was avoiding: “Not that we’re mad but… why did you choose to hide this?” He knew he was a hypocrite for asking such a question, but he just had to know. Maybe, deep down, he just wanted to see how the group responded to revealed secrets. “You kinda touched on it with the sailor, but you didn’t get into the meat of it.”

(Y/n) doesn’t move for a moment, the question weighing heavily on their shoulders.

Noticing their discomfort and stunned by Twilight’s question, Sky tries to speak up. “You don’t have to answer of course! Don’t force yourself—“

“I can show you.”

Without waiting for another word, (Y/n) pulls their shirt up just under their pectoral muscles, the scales the boys had seen in their companion’s arms were scattered across their stomach but…

“My peoples’ scales fetch a high price to noble pigs who use our bodies as jewelry and keep us as pets for status…” That pause to take a steadying breath, “I was trapped as a pet before, had to kill my masters to free myself before they took any more of my skin. It’s just safer to hide ourselves forever than risk becoming nothing less than a trophy.” (Y/n) chuckles humorlessly, their gaze falling to the fire in the center of the group. “Our voices can be a strong indicator for what we really are… So I kept it to myself.”

Twilight could practically see the the flashing memories and arrow fast thoughts flying pass their eyes. He watched them pull their shirt back down, a little further than it usually falls, as if hiding their scared body will erase the pain entirely.

The rancher relaxed his shoulders and sat himself next to them, noting that they shift away when his pelt brushing their back. “That explains a whole heckin lot… Thank you for tellin us, Hush,” (Y/n) relaxes, “even though I bet it stinks having to tell us already.” He smiles and lightly slugs their shoulder, trying to bring some of the playful energy back to the group. “So, you sure it ain’t cannibalism eatin fish?”

“For the love of the goddesses— It isn’t!” (Y/n) overdramatic groan has to be the loudest the chain has heard them speak, if you don’t count their shriek from earlier. Laughter sings around the circle with (Y/n) going into an exasperated rant that they didn’t really mean.

They think they can get used to speaking this loud.

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tada, again! \(•v•\)

oh my god- I was not expecting this.

A dark but very realistic background for our friend Hush. Poor thing.

But also- Can't say I'm surprised. Mermaids and sirens are mythical creatures. It only makes too much sense for those rich and ignorant to take advantage of them.

They're free now though! And with good friends and people who will defend them!

Hopefully they do get used to speaking out loud. And maybe learn to blend in a little more with the others when they speak so they don't get caught and figured out.

#pinky replies #anon stories #mermaid! reader #siren! reader #someone remind me to put this on the masterlist please!

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ungodly-amounts-of-godly-trauma · 7 months

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wotw round 1

propaganda under the cut!

anders:

So for context as to Why This Has Happened, he does happen to be an incredibly controversial character because of bad writing and that time he blew up a catholic church (complicated), so a lot of fans, even fans who otherwise wouldnt do so, of him swung HARD in the other direction of "he has basically no flaws at all" which is. Not True. Even if you agree with the blowing up a church thing. He is RUDE and MEAN and HAS BOUNDARY ISSUES. also he js very much the epitome of Extremely White activist and doesnt know how to communicate unless he is arguing (he is not good at arguing and he does not like doing it. these conflicting traits cause exactly the amount of problems you think it would).

Now are these various issues he has generally due to "forcibly imprisoned in a cult", "a year of solitary confinement", and "hes mentally ill and his writer is incredibly ableist"? Yeah for sure. But that doesnt mean the solution is to scrub every flaw he has away or pretend like they dont matter or blame it on the (very cool and sweet) guy possessing him (willingly) its SO uninteresting. And then if you try to talk about these flaws you get people excitedly talking about how they always without fail kill the passively suicidal man and how his romance is inherently abusive to the pc or some shit. Im DYING out here

link:

I know this is like really minor but it bugs me SO much. Ok so. At the beginning of the game, Link gets woken up by Zelda. She calls him a sleepyhead. Later in the game, she references that he would oversleep sometimes. Some of the other npcs do this also. Fandom decided that this was one of his only personality traits, being a sleepy little soft guy who loves his girlfriend soooo much (ok, he does love her a lot, but that's not the point).

This just makes me so upset because he. is. not. sleepy.

Oversleeping doesn't make you sleepy! Many fics portray him as someone that's very soft and gentle and kind and can fall asleep anymore!

At the very most, he's tired. He pushed himself hard during his quest, losing sleep. Afterwards, he would probably go back to a regular sleep schedule and sleep fine (barring nightmares). This is a very different thing than sleepy!

Anyway. Next point. Soft and gentle. He is a kind person, he's on a time sensitive quest and he'll stop to help a mother find her lost child, help a demon become human, find a LOT of lost things, all sorts of stuff like that, but he is not soft and gentle. At the very beginning of the game, he tells the bully "nice hair" (it's kinda ridiculous). Many of his answers are short and blunt. He says "not that guy" when he has to enlist the help of someone he doesn't like. He broke a chandelier for the equivalent of five dollars. He eavesdropped on a private argument-- like literally if you walk by the house at the right time control is taken from the player and he'll walk towards and listen to it. He tells a guy that his elder is dead just for shits and giggles (he's not).

Anyway. Fandom, of course, remembers none of this. He's the peacemaker, he's the soft and gentle one, he falls asleep whenever possible-- he is none of these things! The only thing they get right is that he loves Zelda!

I just want the fics where he's properly snarky and rude and tired (of this bullshit), is that too much to ask?

#tournament poll #anders #dragon age #link #legend of zelda #loz #wotw #round 1 #fun fact i did not remember

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charmwasjess · 3 months

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Why do these two passages on Masters and Padawans loving each other as a family feel so parallel? One's from Legends, the other new canon, but they almost feel continuations of the same conversation.

Darth Sidious had given him a curious look, then, one that passed through him like a flush of fever, a weakness inside. “Do you still love him?” his Master said.

Dooku had laughed and braved it out. The idea was ridiculous.

“Ridiculous?” his Master had said, in that soft, terrible voice of his. “I hardly think so.” And then, his voice like honeyed poison, “A good student always loves his teacher.”

There was always a risk, talking with Sidious. Sometimes the conversation would go badly, and Dooku would fail to please somehow. It was a terrible thing, failing to please his Master. - Dooku POV, Yoda: Dark Rendezvous, by Sean Stewart * "We still love our Masters, and they love their Padawans –I mean, somebody brings you up for ten years, unless they’re a total jerk, you’re gonna love them. That’s just how people are.” - Rael Averross, Master & Apprentice, by Claudia Gray

#star wars books #count dooku #rael averross #yoda dark rendezvous #master and apprentice

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orgaslink · 4 months

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Ravio and Legend for the kissing prompts?

Maybe 16 or 21 if you want a number?

Thank you for the ask, Breanna! These two are fast becoming firm favourites of mine. As I'd already done the prompt "just shut me up by kissing me from now on" I decided to work on the other "you said this was your first time kissing! You're either a fucking liar or you're a natural at this". Enjoy!

A knock on the door had Ravio turning his head, the person behind it letting themselves in without waiting for the invite. Ravio was about to chew them out until he saw the pink streak in his would-be intruders hair.

Legend’s eyes were unusually soft as they found Ravio standing just off to the side. “Hey, the gangs all here and we’re gonna play some games. Wild mentioned spin the bottle or some shit. You in?”

Ravio’s reply was simple and curt in nature. “No.”

Unperturbed, Legend pressed on. “Oh come on, Time said we could place some bets on how many times Warriors is going to shriek and how many dares we can get Shadow to do before Four steps in.” Was it Ravio’s imagination, or did Legend look kind of sheepish? How odd. Still, not his problem. There is no way he can risk being involved in a game like spin the bottle, it would expose him to ridicule and he did not need that thank you very much.

“No thank you, I’m good here.”

Legend frowns, sensing more to Ravio’s rejection than meets the eye. “Ravio, why do you not want to play? It’s unlike you to not be the first to suggest we play for rupees. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing – I– I just don’t want to.” Fuck, why did he have to stutter just now? No way Legend was going to let this drop now.

“Is it because you’re worried we’ll push Shadow to far and make him sick again, because you know Time won’t all–” Ravio cuts him off before he can remind Ravio of the apparently more responsible Link in the group.

“No, it’s nothing to do with Shadow. It’s nothing.” Please Legend, you have to believe me!

“Is it the games?” Legend enters the room proper now, closing Ravio’s door behind him. He’s like a dog with a bone Ravio thinks, getting clammy with Legend’s pointed questions and the fact that he’s clearly not leaving without an explanation.

“No!” Smooth, Ravio, smooth. If he could mentally facepalm himself, he would.

“So that’s a yes then.” Fuck. “Is something wrong with spin the bottle, apart from it being a dumb teenage slumber party game?”

“No, n–” Ravio turns from Legend to continue folding laundry, anything to keep his hands busy and his attention away from Legend, lest he see the blush spreading across Ravio’s freckled cheeks.

“You're worried about spin the bottle but not because it’s a dumb game…” Shit. There was the calculating look Legend always got when he was close to figuring something out. And then the penny drops. “Wait. Ravio. Have you not kissed anyone before, is that it?” And bless Legend for keeping his face neutral and judgement out of his tone. If only everyone would not make such a big deal out of such a none issue.

“Of course I’ve been kissed, now go away!! Shoo, scram, leave me alone!!”

Ravio goes to push Legend out of the door, making a shooing gesture with his hands as he does so, his face alight with burning humiliation. Legend softens uncharacteristically. “Ravio, I’m not judging you. It’s okay. I only got my first kiss last year.”

Ravio is about to push at Legend’s shoulder, his other hand reaching for his door handle when Legend’s admission gives him pause. That, and Legend’s next words stun him into silence.

“You can totally say no but…” Legend leans in closer, it’s his turn to have pinkened cheeks as his gaze glances from Ravio’s lips to his eyes. His voice is a low croon between them, like a secret shared. “I can be your first. You know. If you want?”

Ravio swallows hard, his heart galavanting wildly in his chest like a hound on a racetrack. So many thoughts cross his mind at the same time. Should I? Can I? What if I’m bad at it? Will it mean something? Should I just do it and get it over with? It’s not like Legend isn’t hot, because hello, look at him. Then, a decision.

“O-okay”

Not allowing him time to overthink it or get any more nervous than he already is, Legend leans in and brushes his lips to Ravio’s. They are both tentative at first; Ravio through lack of knowing what to do and Legend through wanting to make sure Ravio is okay with this but soon the duo find their stride.

At the scape of teeth over his bottom lip, Legend groans and pulls back, his mouth open to take panting breaths. His eyes are half lidded and full of an emotion Ravio hasn’t seen on him before. It looks like lust and Ravio suspects his eyes are very much conveying the same.

“You said this was your first time kissing?”

Words beyond him, Ravio barely has the wherewithal to respond. “Uh huh.”

“You’re a fucking liar”

Wait. What? “Huh? What, I”

“You’re a liar or you’re a fucking kissing natural and my pride won’t let me accept the latter so I’m going with you’re a liar. Though I need to test that theory again before making a conclusion.”

One of Legend’s hands reaches up to cup Ravio’s jaw and he leans in again while pulling Ravio to him. Somehow, this kiss is even better than the first and Ravio finds that it’s excitement thrumming in his veins and dancing along his spine rather than the nerves he’d previously been feeling.

Legend’s breath ghosts over Ravio’s trembling lips as he rests his forehead to Ravio’s, humming in contentment with his eyes closed. “Mmm, yeah, definitely a liar.”

“Or I had a good teacher.” At Legend’s smug smirk as he pulls away, Ravio all but panics at his admission that he thinks Legend is a good kisser. Not that he has any frame of reference. “No! Wait! It was beginner's luck!!”

Legend backs away to the door, his eyes roving over Ravio as he goes and a lopsided smirk on his very kissable lips.

“I’ll see you downstairs, who knows, maybe the spin the bottle won’t be so bad if it means I get to kiss you again.”

Ravio is doomed.

#orgaslink asks #orgaslink games #kisses ask #orgaslink answers #RavioLi #RavioLink #Link x Ravio

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theluckywizard · 21 days

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In the Shattering of Things, Ch. 72: Wicked Hearts

Summary: Rose struggles to survive the dark turn the peace talks gala has taken.

Fic Summary: Lady Rose Trevelyan's idle, aristocratic life blinks out in a haze of irrelevance when the breach destroys the Conclave. She may be soft and coddled when she joins the Inquisition, but there's a fierceness inside her she's yet to fully recognize. Armed with only a few relevant skills and the mark that makes her a legend, she is thrust onto a path delivering hope where it’s long been scorched away and finds comfort in the grumpy, handsome stick in the mud charged with her protection and training. As she stumbles her way across southern Thedas, she begins to realize she's tangled at the center of machinations she barely understands, and she's not alone in that. Enter Hawke. Excerpt below the cut 👇

Excerpt:

Florianne’s laughter leaves me cold. “If you’re going to hide, mind the trail of blood you’re leaving.”

Curled behind the wardrobe, terrified tears slickening my cheeks, wanting Hawke, wanting anyone to come for me, I tremble in wait.

And then she’s standing over me

“Make it quick,” I mutter.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she says, yanking the cloth away from my side and nudging the wound with her boot. Claiming my last shred of hope, she crouches to cut my pouch from my hip. “I want you to hear their screams when we come for her.”

Florianne dumps my remaining healing draughts on the floor and then stands to crush them under her boot. She takes a step closer and kicks me over onto my back. “A valiant fight, Inquisitor. But not enough.”

“You’re going to regret this,” I spit. “The whole world will hate you.”

Florianne turns, her thin, proud line of a smirk cuts through the shadows.

“The world already hates me.”

She walks out.

My mind drifts. Something like Jaime’s dandelion seeds, aloft on a summer breeze. I’m too weak and woozy to stand or run, but I can roll. I crawl on my cut up forearms closer to the puddled draught on the dusty tile floor and push my hands through it. The potion tastes like bitter hope as I suck it from my fingers and spit splinters of glass. Time swims and my head grows heavier with each lave of my tongue.

There’s no one else to stop him. I have to fight.

It feels so much like drifting to sleep, this last march to the Maker’s side. Peppermint and laughter. Snug thoughts of being pillowed in Hawke’s arms mix with flickers of Father and Mother and Jaime and Tom. It feels like something I’m meant to do— think of those I’ll leave behind and those I’m coming to. But other thoughts crowd in: Corypheus’ ruined face and corrupted eyes taunting me, the broken sky of that dark future, my friends, poisoned by red lyrium. Despair settles heavy over me like a funereal shroud and I lose myself beneath it.

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#Wicked Eyes Wicked Hearts #Dragon Age Inquisition #Dragon Age Fan Fiction #Rose Trevelyan #Canon Divergence #Hawke x Trevelyan #Cullen x Trevelyan #Things go sideways #Just a little bit #in the shattering of things #theluckywizard

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zarvasace · 11 months

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Ok actual request LU Four and Legend platonic/found sibling, piece. Preferably with some internal input from the colors in Four's head

:) ~600 words

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"Psst… Smithy."

Four pauses his walk down to the blacksmith's, looking around. He doesn't see Legend right off, but he, unlike most people might, thinks of looking down. A little pink face pokes out of the bushes butting up against the dirt road, and those eyes are too familiar.

After glancing around to make sure nobody's watching, Four dives down into the bushes and pulls the boughs to hide him from the road. Sitting in front of him, Legend is currently a pink rabbit. A really, really cute pink rabbit.

Don't react he looks embarrassed He looks pissed So normal then HE IS SO CUTE

Four casually covers his mouth to conceal the smile trying to break through. "Hey, Vet. What's up?"

Legend's little bunny nose twitches, and he scowls, but with his big cheeks, he just looks cuter. "What's up? Seriously? Are you daft?"

Now that's uncalled for He's just stressed give him a break

"Sorry," Legend says after half a second, apparently remembering that Four doesn't exactly love being called dumb or crazy, even in jokes. He snaps the apology, but he gives it, which is enough for Four.

"Whatever." Four waves a hand. "So you're a bunny right now. Do you know why? I assume that's why you called me out."

Legend gathers himself and sits up, his long ears settling into an alert position.

I wonder if they're soft Keep our hands to ourself Of course! I just wonder…

"Yes. There's a kind of… little fairy monster that does it. It's happened before, but beams don't usually come out of the Dark World." Legend hops over to peek through the bushes again, still talking. "I, stupidly, didn't bring most of my stuff with me on that walk—"

"You aren't stupid," Four corrects with a sigh.

Legend shoots him a look, then turns back to watch the road. "Maybe not, but I sure acted like it, and either way, I don't have my Moon Pearl on me. You're not sneaky, but you are trustworthy, so I need you to go get my bag, or just the Pearl, though it'll be difficult with Wind watching all our stuff—"

Moon Pearl? Don't we have, like, six of those? Yeah one second

Four digs through his bag as Legend outlines a somewhat ridiculous plan for sneaking past Wind and getting his bag without anybody noticing. He interrupts Legend's rant.

"Ahem. Legend."

Paws curled in annoyance, Legend looks back at Four and the Moon Pearl he has in his hand. His ears loosen up, and he blinks.

"You just… have those?"

"Several, yes. Is it what you need?"

Legend approaches, and Four makes sure to hold still as he feels a tiny paw brace against his hand to lift Legend up so he can look closer.

I'm with Red can we just cuddle him already Not without permission Can we at least ask

"Yep, that's a Moon Pearl, all right." Legend looks up at him. "Um. Can you keep this quiet?"

"You don't have to ask. You're not the only one with a tiny, fuzzy secret." That sounded wrong. "Anyway, pretty sure you're cuter."

He's gonna hate that No look he's flattered Awww Don't. Move.

Legend sighs a tiny bunny sigh, then climbs up onto Four's lap. "Fine. Just a little cuddling. Whatever." He seems to relax when Four gives in and touches the pink fur.

Wow his ears really are soft EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Please be quiet you'll give us a headache

…eeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Light My Fire

Pairing: Ben “Soldier Boy” x F!Reader

Rating: M (Nudity, Sexual themes, Crude language, Curse Words)

Description: You are an established member of Payback. You go by the hero name, the Phoenix, in respect to your ability to manipulate fire and theoretically reach temperatures bordering that of the Sun’s. The Legend signs you up for a commercial and Soldier Boy isn’t happy about it.

"This is ridiculous." You growled lowly, twisting and spinning as you inspected yourself in the mirror. You should have known better than to accept a PR opportunity from The Legend. You didn't get your own movie, or tv show, not even an appearance on the tonight show-No. You got a fucking lingerie commercial.

"Ahhh, come on! Don't be like that!" He bickered back, "You look gorgeous, look at ya'..." He appeared in the corner of the reflection, waving at your half naked body and ogling you, but you could see his mind was elsewhere. "You're giving me a semi!" You crossed your arms and chuckled, shooting him an incredulous look over your shoulder. "That's really reassuring coming from you." "Anytime, sweetheart, anytime. Now get your pretty ass to that studio, or I'll carry you there myself." He directed a pointed finger at you, sidestepping on his way out the door. You held still, while the makeup artist continued adding natural shades to your cheeks and eyelids. "I'd like to see you try." You toyed back. "Don't test me." He grinned and the both of you shared an amused glance before he disappeared from the dressing room. You immediately slunk back into an irritated state. "Hey, I think you look beautiful." The beautician commented with a soft smile, clicking the top on the lipstick to show that she was done. "Yeah, I'm about to become every prepubescent teens favorite wet dream." You rolled your eyes, resting your hands at your hips and facing the mirror one last time. "Don't think about it like that. Tons of women are going to be watching too. They're gonna wanna feel and look just like you do. You'll be an inspiration." She offered a black silk robe to you and you accepted. You groaned, snatching the robe from her and slipping it up your arms to rest on your shoulders. You exhaled a huff and rolled your eyes. "Good luck." You told yourself as you made your way to exit the changing rooms. The wall to the studio was agonizing, you felt like everyone's eyes were on you already. The silk black flowed out behind you, around your freshly shaven legs, smooth and shiny from all the lotion they had you slather on. You hoped the set was at least private, to save you the hassle of having to perform in embarrassment and dread. Upon entering stage six, as the Legend had instructed you on before, you were met with a whole chorus of whistles and clapping. You glanced around in confusion; first at the three cameramen that surrounded a pillowy looking stage, then the director that was seated calmly in his chair and speaking with the sound technician, and lastly, to the giant horde of familiar faces that made your stomach drop. It was Soldier Boy, Gunpowder, Swatto, Mindstorm, and Tommy, getting quite comfortable in a grouping of chairs. Your fists closed at your sides and your teeth clenched as you felt a wave of rage wash over you. You immediately stormed in their direction, effectively silencing the entire group except for Soldier Boy. Soldier Boy stood, a naughty grin lifting his lips to reveal his pearly white teeth, his hands rose in defense. "Now, now-" You landed a punch straight to his gut, he wasn't anticipating an attack. He hunched forward and gripped his stomach, wincing into a chuckle. His emerald eyes were hungry and dark as he lifted his chin and considered your smaller figure, eyes raking over the silk robe that covered the view he oh-so desired to see underneath. "Cheap shot, hot stuff, but I'll let it go this time." "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Your eyes glowed red as you stepped forward, Soldier Boy didn't budge in his stance and instead placed his hands at his hips and smirked. "Don't get your panties in a twist. We're just here for moral support." "Oh yeah? I don't need it." You scowled at a giddy Gunpowder that popped his head out from behind Soldier Boy. Your palm pressed to Soldier Boy's chest and he took the hint to step aside for you. Your eyes returned to their natural color before you were glaring back at Soldier Boy. "He's just a kid, Ben." "Big Whoop, watching isn't gonna kill him." He unceremoniously plopped his palm down onto the dome of Gunpowder's helmet, shoving the poor kid to the ground with a booming laugh that bubbled up from his gut. Gunpowder echoed a laugh of his own, nervous and shaky as he collected himself back to his feet. You peered around at your team members, a nausea tugging at your stomach. Your face wrinkled when Mindstorm caught your eye: he was practically drooling, unable to look up from the curves that did show through your robe. "Alright! That's fuckin' it! Everyone out!" "Not a chance." Soldier Boy sternly replied, taking the space in front of you once more. "I'm in charge, and I say we're staying." "Seriously, I-" "Phoenix! We're ready for you!" The director called, you anxiously wrapped your arms around yourself and bit your bottom lip. You were already panicking as it was and having an audience was making it significantly worse, especially with that audience consisting of your horny coworkers. "If only you showed up to herogasm, we wouldn't be so curious." Tommy teased, resting back in his seat as if he had just won the lottery. The satisfied smile on his ugly mug was immediately wiped clean when Soldier Boy sent him a harsh glare. You grabbed Soldier Boy's forearm, hoping to at least tap into his sympathy. "Ben, Please. I-I can't do this." You knew that he was largely the ring leader in these crude scenarios. Probably having heard about the commercial and having decided to barge in with the others for his own personal amusement. If he adhered to your request, the others would follow. "Hmm," It was a gravelly and an almost seductive hum. "Do you think I give two shits? You're the one who wanted to do a fucking lingerie commercial." "It wasn't my choice." "Phoenix come on! We have a time slot!" The director called once more, your tears burned at the edges of your eyes. "You want the whole world to know how much of a whore you are. Well, here's your chance." He tore his forearm away and plopped back into his chair. The others followed with lecherous grins and sharp gazes. You knew you needed to act fast if you wanted to minimize the psychological and emotional damage here. Soldier Boy was only getting back at you for having turned him down a number of times. You found him attractive-in fact, he was fucking hot. The issue was that Crimson Countess and him were an item, and Crimson Countess was your friend, you knew you could never betray her trust. You hadn't anticipated the backlash that would come your way. Soldier Boy had a bit of a jealous streak in him, a vicious one. You didn't understand why, you thought he loved Countess, but whenever you were with someone else Soldier Boy went berserk. He had ruined countless dates by barging into your room with claims that you were needed for an emergency mission. Time and time again, he never failed to ruin your potential lovers, relationships, dates, and one night stands. Years gone by and he never relented in his advances, but the fact that you kept turning away only exacerbated the situation. Not to mention, he was extremely protective. It didn't matter if you were indestructible, gifted with the powers of flight, super strength, and fire. If anyone so much as shot a bullet at you, their brains would become scrambled eggs on the pavement. And this was just another punishment by him, another envy motivated attack to get you to cave. If the world got to see you in lingerie, then he would get a front row seat. Bringing the others along was an embarrassment tactic, a show of authority and power. You want the world to see you in lingerie? Then let them fucking see you. "Just you." You blurted out, resting your palm over his hand, his fingers clenched fiercely around the armrests on the chair. He sat as if he was a king, legs spread wide, chest broad and back straight. The world was his and everyone was a puppet to him. His gaze narrowed on you and for a moment you thought he was capable of burning holes straight through you. He gritted his teeth and his stoic composure dropped for a moment as his lips trembled. You weren't sure what was running through his head, but it frightened you. Without breaking eye contact, his lips pursed and a loud whistle pierced the room. All eyes were on him and he directed his attention to the other members of Payback. "Out! All of you, now!" "But, Soldier-" Gunpowder retreated any protests when Soldier Boy's hard stare focused on him. You watched with some relief as the others vacated the studio, except it was only then you realized you might had made an even bigger mistake. "Go on, little spitfire, give Daddy a show." Soldier Boy crooned as the last of them disappeared into the hallway, the door shutting behind them. You would have gagged if those words weren't doing other things to you. "We can't wait any longer! Do I have to get the VP on the line?!" The director was yelling at this point, you inhaled deeply. If the Legend was here, he wouldn't stand for this. "N-" Soldier Boy lifted a brow at you. "N-No, Sir. I'm coming!" You stepped up to the stage, decorated and lit up in such a fashion to mimic the clouds and the sky. "Alright, we're gonna' get a couple close ups and then we'll switch out. Drop the robe." The director was leering at you too, although with a completely different energy about him. He was here for business, but there was no denying the pleasure he would take in seeing you at your most vulnerable. You grabbed at the tied silk band around your waist, digits trembling as you undid the fabric. "Chop! Chop!" You thought about Soldier Boy, sitting in the corner and watching with an undeniable fervor. It made you even more sick. "Honey, what the fuck is-" Your eyes burned red and you darted in the director's direction. "Stop fucking rushing me, or I'll burn you to ashes." The director stilled, then frantically nodded his head. Your chest heaved with another calming breath and your eyes returned to their normal hue before you were sliding the robe from your body. Earlier, you had given the Legend the choice of your first outfit. The two of you always had a flirtatious nature to your relationship, but it was friendly. Halfway through the shoot the beauticians from your dressing room would come to help you change into the next revealing number, so you didn't care what you wore first. The Legend picked something docile and innocent: a white baby doll set with a mesh covering. It didn't leave much to the imagination, with the bra hardly covering your breasts and the thin panties cutting high above your hips. "Holy shit." The director muttered under his breath and you bit your tongue as you stepped onto the set. "Um-Uh-" He gestured at the larger stuffing fluff. "Lay on that." You tried to move as discreetly as possible, but it only ended up making the situation worse for you. You got onto your knees and the director groaned ludely, you then crawled your way onto the cloud. This was absolutely the most humiliating thing you had ever taken part in, and you had done some pretty humiliating things to get a part in Payback. "Alright, be a little bit more loose, act comfortable." You awkwardly shifted so you were sprawled on your side, legs crossed over each other, French painted toes straight out, and your hand resting on your thigh. "Can you smile for me?" You smiled as best as you could, but it was obvious that it was forced. "Perfect. You remember your lines?" You begrudgingly nodded, then your eyes shifted just past one of the cameraman where they met with Soldier Boy's. He was disheveled as ever, shoulders rising and falling fast with the heated inhales and exhales. He crossed his legs and shifted in his seat, leaning his exposed chin into his palm. He looked like he wanted to devour you whole, consume everything that was your being until there was nothing left. Snap! Snap! The director tried to get your attention, you turned your gaze back to him. "Look into this camera." He pointed at one of the three cameras and then gave the thumbs up. "Ready. Set. Action!" You caressed your hand up your thigh, under the mesh cover and across your stomach. "As a hero it can be so hard to balance-" "CUT!" You blinked at the director, confusion furrowing your brows. "What's wrong?" "Try to emphasize 'so hard' for me. Likewise with a couple of the other double entendres. Let's make this sexy." Your jaw dropped and you shuffled upright, scouring your mind for a way out. "This isn't a fucking porno. I'm not doing that!" "Sweetheart, you're gonna' fucking do whatever I want you to do. Understood?" "Mind if I intervene?" The director straightened, he came to stand and turned himself just enough to spot Soldier Boy approaching. Soldier Boy plastered a grin onto his lips and when he was in arm's reach, he placed a hand on the director's shoulder. Ben towered over the older looking man, striking a bolt of fear into him with a tight squeeze. "The lady will do what she's comfortable doing. Do you understand that?" "Y-Yes." "Good." He patted the director's shoulder, nearly causing the man to fall back. He lifted his head to stare dreamily at you, you sucked in your bottom lip. "You look stunning." He crossed his arms and stayed put, signifying that he had found a new spot and he had no plans on leaving it. Front and center. You went back to your former posture, feeling surprisingly secure with Soldier Boy being so close. "Action!" The director called once more, the cameras began rolling. This time, you brought your hand up from your stomach to the V-cut in your bra beneath the mesh. "As a hero it can be so hard to balance my femininity with my strength..." The director pointed to a different camera and you followed the instruction without issue. "But thanks to Victoria's Secret, I'm able to carry on a secret of my own..." The director counted down as you held your gaze with the camera. "CUT!" He shook his head at you, then snapped his fingers as if you weren't already giving him your undivided attention. "You don't look comfortable, or happy. You don't look like you have a secret." "We could..." You heard Soldier Boy's breath hitch. "We could remove the lingerie for the first half." "NO!" You roared, lifting yourself to your feet-a voice at the back of your head just had to remind you that even with the added height of the stage you were still not taller than Soldier Boy. "THIS HAS GOTTEN OUT OF HAND. I'M LEAVING!" You were about to push your way straight past Soldier Boy, but he placed a hand on your shoulder and grappled you in place. "You might be strong, but you're not as strong as me. Get back up there, now." You could feel the pressure building in his grip and you turned your head away in shame. "Phoenix..." He warned in a low purr, hunching forward till his breath was hot at your ear. "Give me a chance, huh? I'll make it worth your while." "I don't want to do this. I never wanted to do this." "Hey..." He sternly chopped out, you forced yourself to look up at him. "You're naturally gorgeous, and this prick..." He swooped his other arm around the director and wrapped him tight to his side. "Isn't doing you justice. You let me direct and I promise I won't disappoint." "But-" Crackle! The director whimpered as the grip around his shoulder grew stronger, until he was tapping Soldier Boy's chest plate for mercy. "I don't want to be naked on camera. That's not who I am." "I get it, I do..." He spun the director out behind him, the man twisted and fell to the floor. He rolled around in pain, Soldier Boy stepped forward and placed his now free hand on your other shoulder. "You're not gonna show anything." He oozed confidence with a wild smirk, "You see, sex sells, baby. You're just going to tease the fuck out of millions of people. What's the matter with that?" "The matter is I don't want people to think I'm a whore." "Well, you're not a whore if you don't play puff puff pussy with all the boys in town, am I right?" Your nose scrunched up in disgust. "Fuck you, Ben. You're an asshole." He forcefully pushed you back onto the tufts off cotton and you shot him a defiant glare. "Take the-" His eyes traced your body and he pointed a finger at you as if he was admonishing you for stealing from the cookie jar. "Take the lingerie off, now." Your chest heaved as you sucked in a shaky breath. "Ya'know what?!" You shuffled back up to stand, then grabbed the bottom of the mesh. "You will never fucking have me, Soldier Boy! Never!" You yanked the fabric over your head, practically ripping it off. His eyes widened and you basked in his surprise. "Everything you see, you'll never get to touch. And that tiny dick that you have twitching between your legs, you can jerk it off thinking about me..." You grabbed the hem of the white silk panties and slid them down your legs. His jaw dropped then, you tossed them in his direction. "And know that's all you will ever get to enjoy. My image." You reached behind you and unclipped the bra, throwing that along with the panties. He was frozen in place, eyes taking in all of your naked body like a kid at a candy store. "You can go fuck yourself." Then, much to your displeasure, a cool air of stoicism passed over him. He dropped the surprise, dropped the smirk, he cocked his head and he nodded. "Good." He cleared his throat and shifted on his feet. "Now, tits down, ass up." You frowned, wrapping one arm around your chest and cupping your crotch. What?! Was he going to rape you now?! What the fuck was this?! Soldier Boy rolled his eyes, "Lay on your belly." You grimaced between the fake cloud and him. "The longer you stand there, the more of you I can dedicate to memory." That did the trick. Although hesitantly, you laid back down onto the clouds. Your body was taut, you crossed your arms and propped yourself up. The clouds did a somewhat good job of covering you and they forced you to accept that in your frustration you had put yourself in an even more vulnerable state. "Perfect." Click. Snap. Flash! The wheezing of a camera caused you to flinch, you gasped and held your body more closely to the cotton tufts. Past Soldier Boy you made out the director, that had somewhat recovered, but he was favoring his left side. He was holding a polaroid up with his left hand, that shoulder the less injured of his two. It was too late before his mistake loomed over him in the form of an extremely enraged Soldier Boy. Ben snatched the polaroid from the director's grasp and without breaking eye contact, crushed it in his fist. "You filthy fucking pig shit." He spoke lowly and deeply, the director trembled violently in fear before a puddle began to form from a flowing stream that soaked the inner lining of his jeans. Soldier Boy's nose turned up with disgust and his teeth clenched. "Get the fuck out before I snap your dick off and shove it down your throat." The man was scrambling to leave, almost sliding and falling on his own puddle of piss. "So, it's perfectly fine for you to dehumanize me, but not anyone else, right?" You ground out, running your hands through your hair and ruining the styling done by the beautician. At this point, the commercial was going to be shit anyways. "That the only way you can forgive yourself for being a massive asshole." Soldier Boy cracked his neck as he returned to his position from before. "Why don't you shut that pretty little mouth of yours." "Or, what? What are you gonna' fuckin' do?" "Find a better use for it." He shrugged, and you didn't miss the extremely satisfied glow about him as he then took a seat in the director's chair. "Alright, so..." He crossed his legs, "Let me explain my vision..." He reached his pointer and thumb out in an 'L' shape and framed your image. "You have a secret and your secret is..." He chuckled to himself, the hand retreating to press a fist over the giant grin that began to split his face. "You like to wear lingerie under your suit." "Are you fuckin' shittin' me right now?" You weren't able to control the flash of light in your eyes, only burning hotter as you rose once more. Soldier Boy became serious again, lips curling back into a firm line. "Now hold up." "I don't have to deal with this bullshit." Your eyes filtered red glowing light and it wasn't going away this time. Sure, Soldier Boy was stronger than you, faster even, but that didn't mean you weren't the second strongest. You were going to give him hell. You stepped down from the stage and he popped up from the chair to grab your arm. "You're staying." "I'm leaving." You snarled back, you recalled your self defense training and you flung your hand out to break his hold. His eyes darted to yours, there was a stern warning within them. You didn't give two fucks anymore, and with a quick twist you were skillfully exiting his hold. Soldier Boy nearly dropped to the ground from the force of your spin, you were already bypassing the puddle of piss and making your way out of the studio. "Fuckin' Bitch!" You hadn't expected him to retaliate the way he did. Your hair was snatched in an iron fist and you were being slung halfway across the studio. The obsidian floor crackled as you hit the ground, your body rolling away. When you recovered briefly, Soldier Boy was approaching in a furious step. He grabbed your hair again to rise you to your feet and you winced as he forced you to stare up at him. "You're going to fuckin' do-" With clenched teeth, you wrapped both of you hands around the forearm of the hand that gripped you. "Not a chance." And using his firm arm for support, you lifted your leg high enough to kick him hard across the face. Hard. He bulked in surprise, releasing you instantly as he stumbled back. Wide eyed and shocked, he lifted his bare fingertips to the blood that poured from his nose, glaring between the red liquid and you. You smirked, having felt really good after that first hit and you knew it wasn't over. "Okay, you want to dance?" He held his fists up, "Let's dance." You came rushing towards him, utilizing your weight and taking him off guard with an aggressive attack. Your legs looped around his neck and you yanked with all of your strength to pull him to the ground. He punched you in the stomach and easily threw you off of him. Only he threw you across the room once more, at the stage. Your body demolished it from the force, the camera crew deciding that was time to run away and vacate the room. Outside the viewing windows a crowd began to form as Soldier Boy and you continued to fight each other. You punched him across the jaw, he kicked your side, bruises were forming that no one else could inflict on either of you. Eventually, another pointed hit to his chest and he was stumbling back from you, you both stood a few feet from each other, breathless and staring, surrounded by a massacred studio. "Alright," He nodded his head, sniffling back the bloody nose, he placed a palm on his chest as he rose to his full height. "Respect is due, I might have gone a little overboard." "Overboard?" You growled, this was worse than a little. "Are you backing down?" He clenched his teeth and cocked his head at you, a dark look dawning in his hazel gaze. "I never said that, ya' dumb cunt." "Ah, cunt? Now, we're using big boy words." You cracked your knuckles, "I'm not done with you. So stop holding back your fucking punches and let's do this." You might had spoken too soon because you hadn't anticipated him releasing a massive battle cry as he charged towards you. You held your palms up, a moment of shock putting you at a disadvantage. He charged you all the way across the length of the studio and through a thick wall that entered into the adjacent hallway. You groaned, feeling an all too heavy weight resting on your body. And it was only then you remember that you were naked, because you felt a hot breath fan out across your nipple. You lifted your head and looked down, Soldier Boy had dropped onto your body from the impact. "What the fuck?!" The both of you startled, heads darting in the direction of the painfully familiar voice. There, in the hallway, stood the Legend himself, surrounded by four businessmen dressed in fancy suits. "Urg-Uh-Um-" You sputtered, frantically curling your legs in as much as you could with Soldier Boy's body largely covering you. "It's not what it looks like." Soldier Boy grunted as he propped himself up by his arms locking on either side of you. "If you'd let me explain..." The Legend was stepping forward, peeking into the hole that your fight had caused. You flicked the side of Soldier Boy's head and he twitched, shooting a glare at you. "You fuckin' idiot, now look what you've done." You whispered in a hiss, he snarled lowly at you. Part of you wanted to tell him to get off, but regrettably he was the only thing keeping you somewhat protected from prying eyes. "What I've done?! I was trying to make amends." "Too late for that now, dipshit." "Why you little-" "In my office!" The Legend yelled, practically red in the face, you had never seen him so angry before. He propped his hands on his hips and turned to you two. "In. My. Office. Now." Soldier Boy went to stand and as goosebumps curdled your flesh, you grabbed his shoulders to stop him. He sent you a questioning grimace, before then giving your entire body a once over. He rolled his eyes at your own pleading glare, before he gathered you up in his arms and carried you back through the hole. "Unbelievable! You two are full grown adults for fuck's sake!" Fast forward an hour later, you had dressed into a modest pair of baggy pants and a sweater, then headed to the Legend's office to get what you would assume to be an ass beating. The Legend wasn't there yet, but a bruised up, helmetless Ben was sitting at one of the two chairs sat in front of the Legend's desk. You quietly closed the door behind you, then sat down in the chair beside him. He always looked so different without his helmet; fluffy tufts of brown hair settled about his head, jaw line accentuated by the stubble that coated his chin. For some reason without the mask, he appeared more... human, if that was even possible. After the events of today you thought the man was a monster. The door to the office clicked open to reveal a fuming VP. He stormed into the room, slamming the door behind him, bypassing his leather chair to begin a harsh pace. "You two, man! You two are something else!" You shuffled in your seat, crowning your fingers in your lap. No matter how much power you had, no matter how fragile this man was compared to you, he never ceased to strike fear into you, as if to admonish you like a father figure. The same went for Ben, who had been around longer than you, having known the Legend since he first was appointed VP of Hero Management. "They've calculated the damages, you guys want to know?!" He leaned across his desk, glaring between you two. "Twenty-five grand." He scowled, flinging his hands up. "You destroyed equipment, thousands of dollars in Vought production gear. The structural integrity of the entire fifty-first floor is in question, people are fucking afraid the ceiling is gonna' fall on them, huh? How 'bout that?" Soldier Boy splayed his legs out, a fiercely bored expression dragging his eyes into slits. "So what's the big deal, here? Vought can fix that easy, no problem." He shrugged, tonguing the inside of his cheek. "Let's just get to the point where you slap us on the wrist and send us on our way." "Oh no! No you fuckin' don't!" The Legend shook his head, pointing a dangerous finger. Soldier Boy sighed, burying his face into the palm of his hand. "You two are paying for it. It's coming out of your paychecks." "What?!" You shouted, jumping up slightly in your seat. "But it wasn't even my fault. It was him!" Soldier Boy shook his head, not even bothering to glare at you. "Each!" Soldier Boy slammed a fist into the armrest, his chair creaked as he barely was able to restrain himself from hitting it full force. "You break my chair, I'll deduct that too!" An eerie silence followed the threat, the Legend allowed it to linger in the air. "Now..." He huffed in exasperation. "I don't know what the fuck went on between you two, but you need to fix it. Today! Because so help me, I find out you two are fighting again, I'm putting the both of you on hero duty." "That's bullshit!" Soldier Boy groaned. "For a month!" The Legend added, effectively silencing Soldier Boy completely. "Get the fuck out of my office!" Begrudgingly, Soldier Boy and you dragged yourselves out, meeting side by side as the door slammed shut behind you. In a burst of anger, you punched Soldier Boy in the shoulder. Hard. He shifted on his feet a bit, but did not relent. "I hate you!" "Well, that's fine, because I fuckin' hate you too!" "No!" You shoved him, but having been more prepared this time. He planted himself, you got up right in his face. "I mean, I really, really hate you! Like I hate you so fuckin' much, lookin' at your face makes me wish I was blind! You don't even know how much I hate you." Your faces were an inch part, maybe less. You having to stand on your tippy toes to reach him, but still tilting your head back to meet his heated gaze. "Don't make me slap you again, woman." He warned, as if that was going to stop you. You might had been hurting from your previous altercation, walking around with horrible bruises up your ribs and that one bruise at the very edge of your jaw, but you wouldn't back down for nothing at this point. "Ha, that the best you got. It's not like I'm gonna' feel it anyway." "God, you're so fuckin' hot." You blinked, neck craning back. He was giving you the most sultry expression, chomping at the bit for a piece of you. Your stomach twisted, but the warmth that seeped through your insides deceived you. "You're disgusting." You shook your head, striding forward just as his gloved hand snatched your wrist. "Look, I don't regret a damn thing I've done today." You pulled your wrist in, stepping closer into his body. "That's real good for you, bud. Says a lot about your character. Want me to give you a nice pat on the shoulder?" A pat so hard that you'd hopefully break him this time, no matter how impossible. "Hardy-Har." He sassed, "Why do you keep denying me? We both know you want a piece of America's ass, just like everybody else." You shoved a fisted hand against his chest, the same hand he had a hold of. "Yeah, no. I want nothing from you. You've taken every chance you possibly could to humiliate me, disrespect me, toss me around, and today-today you did your worst." You dropped your chin, hiding the fresh tears that began to shed. "If you'd just show an inch of human decency, maybe everybody wouldn't hate you so much." You chanced a glance up at him, a tear shedding down your cheek, you were met with the face of petulant child. "Honey, I can show you a lot more than just an inch." Defeated. You slowly retrieved your hand, his grip loosening just enough for you to slide it out of his grasp. "One day, Ben, you're gonna' need help..." You clasped your hands to your chest, rubbing your wrist with the other. "Very funny, I don't need-" His scoff was swiftly cut off. "Well, one day you will." You tersely shot back, "And no one is going to come save you, no one is going to care. Maybe then, hopefully, you'll realize how much you fucked up."

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