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mukamibabe · 2 years

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i remember seeing a lot of your old richter posts when looking through his tag, so i’m so glad to see you posting again!! ><

and while i just read your rules, please feel free to delete this if you’re uncomfortable!!

could i request headcanons for richter with a male! servant that he’s slowly coming to terms with getting along with/eventually having feelings for? ( i know it’ll be so hard for him to get over cordelia, but i am the biggest simp for this man ><)

thank you so so so much, anon! thank you for your consideration, and thank you for this request that i am more than happy to answer! in fact, with how excited i am to answer this,,, it's concerning. i love richter for no good reason and he's got me in some sort of death grip fdjsdf

no tws, under a cut because again, long post. richter is my guilty pleasure so i kind of got a little lost during writing this, lol.

so, you're correct when you say it'd be difficult for him to get over cordelia. that’s very true, unfortunately but also not unfortunately because once he’s with you? he sticks with you like a leech

not very attractive sounding, but..

starting off, richter would probably feel an immediate pull towards the servant, which is super conflicting for him.

a servant, of all things? talk about a downgrade, especially when he’s already in, i guess what you would call a relationship with cordelia, someone who is literally a daughter of a demon king.

now, i guess it depends whether or not he’s realllly into cordelia or is just in the early stages where he’s just pining for her a little bit.

in this situation, i’m thinking it’d actually be more likely for him to fall for someone else while he’s having his fling with cordelia. it sounds kind of crazy, but before he’s really fallen for cordelia, it’s less likely for him to even allow himself be drawn to anyone else because he has one goal; cordelia.

richter is a true romantic at heart. does he hate it? yes. he lowkey hates himself but that’s another story for another day.

this is something he considers impossible, because how can anyone love him and make him feel as good compared to cordelia? anyone else but her just sounds impossible.

him being a romantic at knows cordelia’s way of showing love is completely off, even for vampire standards. i truly think richter is someone who has yearned for that sort of.. love where he can let his guard down and be the person he really is. a type of love where he doesn’t need to constantly feel like fighting to be good enough, the type of love where he can just be a homebody and write his poems, as he does.

being with cordelia, as we know, completely changes him and he convinces himself that everyone shows their love differently. while that’s true,,, it’s not the case for cordelia. but even if he knew that deep down, how can he get rid of something that makes him feel so.. needed?

we know this man is willing to do anything for her, just for the sake of feeling that way.

now, pushing all that aside, onto his first meeting with the servant-

as i said earlier, it’s like.. a tug that pulls him towards the servant. it’s weird, he has no idea why he feels such a strong attraction towards them. i think richter is the type to swoon for a bit if you compliment him once, but..

a servant.

a man.

both would be firsts for him.

in fact, i don’t really imagine richter being experienced in any actual romantic relationships before cordelia.

the first interaction is probably brief, and no matter who initiates it, richter only slowly becomes more needy and obsessive. because he craves actual intimacy, it won’t take long for him to realize cordelia isn’t what he wants. but, that doesn’t mean he can break away from her so easily.

the second interaction is probably more impactful, because it’s likely after his first impression (which was already kind of developed based on his somewhat random attraction towards the servant), richter will seek him out once more.

he doesn’t like that he wants to see him so badly, but richter won’t go against his own wishes. he’s sneaky, of course, as yes, he does still love cordelia but he can’t help but be curious. also, at least he is willing to face consequences if cordelia were to find out.

once richter realizes that he actually feels good in the servants company, everything escalates a lot further. richter is an obsessive man and can be very clingy, but in this scenario he does have a few issues, that being:

himself, cordelia, and the fact that the person he is attracted to is a literal servant. the servant thing is one of the biggest issues for him because he’s so tired of living in his brother’s shadow. he wants to be as good as karlheinz, and dare he say, better. him having relations with cordelia made richter feel superior because of how ‘high class’ she was considered. it’s unfortunate, but richter has to get over his own pride first, as well.

eventually, he does, after waiting for his attraction to hopefully disappear, which doesn’t happen. he could have expected such, but refused to. he tries to blame it on things like, perhaps he’s just lonely, or something along the lines of that.

it isn’t until richter completely zones out, practically daydreaming about his new interest while in the presence of cordelia. it should be impossible, but it happened.

that is what kind of pushes richter to the edge, or at least near it, in a sense.

when cordelia is finished with him and when richter is left with some time for himself, he seeks the servant out immediately and hastily. it’s a bit reckless of him, especially considering the fact that he whisks them away to somewhere private.

while that sounds quite passionate, it’s not. richter is quick to accuse him without any hesitance.

“what game are you playing at, servant?”

naturally, the servant probably responds in a confused manner- sure they’d interacted more than twice at this point, but.. what game is he playing at? what does that even mean?

to richter, if he denies any of it, richter gets a little more.. frantic.

“no.. you’re no ordinary servant. you must have done something, i know it.”

poor servant at this point is like ??? um?

richter is as quick to leave as he was to bringing the servant to that little secluded spot. he needs some time to collect himself because he truly is distraught and confused as to why he even feels this way. and to do it in cordelia’s presence? something was definitely wrong.

spoiler alert richter, it’s called attraction.

it might take some time, but eventually richter comes to peace with the idea, with the help of his creative outlet of : poetry. and writing.

he likes to explore his feelings, and this isn’t exactly one he’s used to. he almost feels free, free from cordelia’s hold on him. it’s not completely gone, he still can’t deny his feelings for cordelia, but he’s gotten to the point where he can’t refuse his feelings regarding that servant for any longer.

because cordelia frequently occupies his time, moments with richter are rare, and i think that’s why, for the brief moments richter has had with this servant, makes richter feel more strongly towards them.

after richter kind of went insane in front of the servant, regret builds within him. richter knew why he did it, and he knew he did it to just push them away. yet, it was a fail because the servant still remained close in his mind.

in true richter fashion, he seeks out the servant when they’re alone. whether he’s finishing up work for the or whatever, richter swoops in. a nervous richter, at that.

he hates to admit it, but he is putting down his pride just to apologize to the servant. the scenario he’s in currently has ran through his head hundreds of times, and he is nervous about the outcome.

“i apologize for intruding, even more so for showing my face after our previous interaction...”

“allow me to apologize. i did not mean to lash out and act so rashly.”

eventually, assuming the apology is accepted, richter asks him to follow him. for whatever reason, i’m picturing them wandering off to a quite forest, maybe with a pretty lake or something-

during the walk, richter uses this as a way to get to know the servant. and it doesn’t help his case in wanting to pursue.. whatever this is.

expect a lot of private, secret meetings. he wants to avoid being seen interacting with the servant, not only for his own sake but also for the sake of anyone else finding out. he, at the very least, would like to keep cordelia at an arms length, at least in terms of love. he’s not falling out of love with cordelia because he was never in love with her in the first place, just obsessed with the attention he got from her.

that being said, richter wouldn’t fall in love with the servant quickly, but he does get obsessive quickly. even before and after cordelia’s death, i think the situation would be relatively the same, with the exception of not having to fear cordelia from physically finding out about his little rendezvous.

the servant will start getting little gifts and letters, which are intended to be anonymous but the servant will pick up quickly that their secret admirer happens to be richter himself.

richter often regrets it afterwards, but in the end, he indulges in his own wants, at least a little bit. he knows it’s a little careless, but his infatuation with them grows heavier day by day.

richter doesn’t ever fully ‘confess’, either, but oh does he wish he could just abandon everything to go live somewhere peaceful and quiet with them. but his life does not call for that. cordelia does not call for that.

honestly, i can even see richter taking in the servant with the excuse of : haha they’re my servant now.

or, haha this is my new personal assistant.

something like that lol

is it a risk? yes, but this provides richter with the chance to be close to the servant more. he really wants this unsaid unofficial relationship to work, and he’s willing to make arrangements. things just have to be a bit discreet.

also, it could get risky too because even cordelia herself might notice like.. richter getting a bit more flighty than usual, so..

honestly ngl this sounds like an entire fic idea at this point. a good one too

despite this, richter’s infatuation with them goes far and wide. he’s slow in courting, but is smart about it. he’s not selfish, though because he is doing this for the servants sake as well.

in short, it’s a slow burn - ish, because once richter realizes he has feelings for someone, it becomes a quick pursuit and richter dives in headfirst.

we know he’s a very devoted man, and this would apply to anyone he’s interested in.

long story short, it could definitely work out, especially once cordelia is dead. if she is dead already, that’s even better and makes things a lot easier for both parties.

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silversiren1101 · 11 months

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Couples asks for the Hellpair! 1, 28, 32

Sure thing dujour!

1. What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re…hot…”

Answered this one here! TLDR: Regill was (still is lol) pretty hot pre-Bleaching and Mino was immediately into it. Regill had to get past the double demi barrier and it hits him like a truck after he does.

28. How do they feel about the prospect of parenthood? Do they plan on it? How would they react if they suddenly found out they were going to be a parent?

Haha well, everyone knows I've made them have a kid: their absolutely adored and loved and cherished gnome-ganzi gremlin, Jesyll. Was she planned? Hell no. Still very much wanted? Desperately. The topic of contraception and safe-sex never even popped up between them. Is that irresponsible? Not really because they shouldn't even be biologically compatible in that way. Pregnancy was never a fear (or serious discussion) because a human and a gnome? Shouldn't happen.

Too bad Mino technically isn't human anymore. She's more protean lord than human, and you know what happens when a protean shacks up with a mortal? Ganzi babies.

As for their opinions before the pregnancy happened?

Minovae: Mino I think has very strong nurturing and mothering tendencies, and she absolutely adores kids. I think she's wanted a child in a far-fetched dream kind of way, a deep and pointless yearning. Who would have a kid with her? Would she even have one, as a Hellknight and with all of her duties? Her own childhood was so brutal and cruel and she's terrified of not being able to give a child the rightful love and care and attention they deserve, not wanting them to be subjected to the torture she did. She fulfilled that ache by adopting foundlings at least who were slightly older (8-15 years old), and it made her so very happy and full to look after them and teach them. When she lost them (thanks House Thrune) it destroyed her and she wrote off any future children or adoptees because she wouldn't put them in that kind of danger and knew she wouldn't be able to handle such loss ever again. Even the mongrel children she plays with in Drezen--which she adores and loves to play with!--leave her feeling so guilty and hollow after. Ember is a difficult problem for her in the best kind of way as well. Mino truly loves Ember as her child and hates seeing her enter combat with the rest of them, and is filled with so much rage and sadness over what happened to her.

Honestly, I think a lot of Mino's core beliefs as a Hellknight is based on creating a life where no child will be treated different for who they are, experience war, go hungry or cold... She wants to guide society to a place where her own childhood never would have happened. "We as a people are nothing without our children. They are our future and our hope."

Regill: First off, gnome family structures and reproduction is way different than your typical ancestry. Gnomes are rarely monogamous and rarely marry (settling down and getting content in a relationship? uh oh am I turning pale?), having many partners in life usually. Obviously it does work for some of them! Having your ultimate special someone that makes every day exciting and magical and you don't risk the contentment making you Bleach... I honestly love how it's phrased in their 1e materials: "a gnome relationship is one of intention and choice." When gnomes do have children, it's the same: a conscious and deliberate choice to do so, and often as a "hey having a kid could be pretty exciting, want to do that?" Even then, gnome families are so loosely structured and rarely together that gnome kids are raised communally most of the time, maybe even knowing only their mother. I doubt Regill knew his family in any meaningful way, and being as he is, left it behind when he could.

So as for Regill with kids? I think at most when he was younger he analyzed it maybe one time as a "duty to society" kind of thing and axed it completely once he became a Hellknight. He was doing his part that way. As for his opinion on kids in general? I don't think he dislikes them, and he actually has a lot of patience for them! More patience than he has with most adults. Children often don't know any better and they are learning and growing, and I think he would feel it part of his duty to be a good role model and teacher if around them. To me, he has similar opinions as Mino: the next generation and our children is who we do everything for. What is the point of creating a perfect lawful society if we have no one to reap the benefits of it?

Having children of his own was never an anticipated outcome in his life. He didn't feel strongly enough toward anyone like that. He felt it incredibly irresponsible to have a kid and foist it off on someone else. And, honestly? I think he accepted he'd be a hellish father. There's a big leap between doing right by children around you and actually raising a whole kid the right way.

But, uh oh, they both fall in love and so much changes... and then... Mino gets pregnant.

It takes her an embarrassing amount of time and weeks of morning sickness to realize she is pregnant. It's such an impossibility to her because he is a gnome and she, in her mind, is human. The realization is panic, sheer panic, and crushing fear. This can't be happening. How is this happening. Oh gods what is he going to think? How do I tell him? How do I tell him I want this and I want to keep this baby?! Like they have NEVER talked about this possibility, and suddenly it's happening and she's already a few months along and while if told it was possible beforehand she would've responsibly said no, but this baby is now in her and oh she wants it so badly and has no idea what he will do or think. They're in the middle of a shadow war with House Thrune, she's a demigoddess and he's Lictor of their own Hellknight Order, and she wants so selfishly to have this kid more than anything.

It's a very difficult talk, even just telling him. So much sobbing on her part and tense silence as he listens and thinks on everything. He also has that "if you had asked him before he would've said no way" but it's happening now and he... doesn't hate the idea of a kid. So many internal questions of if he has what it takes, if he is patient and even gentle enough for a kid, if he is capable of loving his own child because gods it took a century to be able to love his now-wife, if it's even morally okay to have a kid with who they are and what's going on and the danger around them... He resolves to try. To him, not having an immediate visceral NO reaction means he does actually want this.

The more she starts to show the more he's absolutely on board and honestly a little overbearing lol! Very much hounding her to get off her feet and rest and eat more and get more sleep and take your supplements and... ultimately he's a much more protective and fretting parent than Mino is once Jesyll arrives lol. Like he's terrriiified holding her the first time like "oh my god who the fuck thought this was a good idea I am not equipped to hold an infant much less RAISE THIS" but she also looks just like him (with some of mom's feathers and scales!) and when she does the lil baby grip around his hand the first time it's like [cateyesdilatingwide.gif]

Mino is of course a very warm and loving mother. She loves her daughter so much she starts singing again, not even realizing she's singing her to sleep that first time. She literally hadn't sang since before she was a Hellknight. Regill has to tell her that she was and she just silently cries, feeling a lot of things all at once.

32. How do their friends react to finding out they’re a couple? Do they have lots of mutual friends? Did their friends know, perhaps before they themselves did?

Pretty much all of them knew Mino had a thing for him in the past. She flatly tells them so after she regains her memories when they ask her how she knew him, feeling so dead inside that she thinks even that is dead too. There's a lot of, "really?" "HIM?!" and all sorts of incredulous questions but ultimately just fades from most everyone into a sort of... sadness for her. Her taste in partner aside, falling for someone that no one believes would love her back? Him being her 'one' to the point that she's closed off to any other potential partners? It's sad, but not in a pity way. Just in a this is a tragedy kind of way... neither of them are wrong in this situation and it's just sad that things aligned this way where neither of them can be happy.

A few are trying to push them together anyway, in a desperate hope there is something in him that will accept her in that way. Daeran is the big one. He tried to court her in the beginning and she was actually along for it until she just felt... she realized she couldn't feel that way for him. Not even remembering who she was yet and her past, she just can't connect with him in that deeper way. Daeran also realized that her heart is taken, and after the pieces fall together of who, he makes it his damned mission to get them together. At first it's kind of the same as a "crackship" in a spiteful way because she rejected him and it'd be funny to see two Hellknights in love, especially Regill's grumpy ass; but he gets into it sincerely as she's destructing and giving so much of herself to this damned Crusade and also helping all of them and genuinely being his friend... he wants her sincerely to be happy and loved, and if he can't do it he's going to do his damned best to get her into her actual love's arms.

Arueshalae is another. She can sense the hurt and yearning like and wound in Mino and while she isn't brave enough to talk to her about it, wants so badly for her to find her happiness. She has a thought like, if she as a demon can ascend and find empathy and kindness and yearn for love, why can't a devil? Regill isn't actually a devil but the point stands, lol. She works a lot behind the scenes trying to get them alone together and make them connect.

Most everyone else believes it's impossible until it actually happens: Regill dies saving her. I explained in this one how he comes to realize he actually loves her (thanks Daeran lol) so by then he fully knows he's so deeply in love with her and needs her. He gives up his life to protect her not out of duty but because he himself realizes he won't survive losing her again anyway. It's not a hard choice to sacrifice himself, and his regret is that he only realized it too late and can't be there for her now. The companions that retrieve his body where he falls finds a few of her feathers gripped tight in his gauntlet as the last thing he was capable of before succumbing. Even more proof, during his resurrection ritual, Sosiel and Arsinoe beseech the Godclaw to restore him... only for Shelyn to answer personally instead. He died for love, and the Eternal Rose deems him worthy of another chance.

It's a major shock to most everyone, but a happy one. There's little room for doubt when the goddess of beauty and love gets involved. Sosiel especially has to reconcile a lot of his flawed understanding of love and its manifestations, but becomes a better Shelynite and man for it. Seelah also has a lot of things to work through with her idea of Evil and Hellknights being "othered" in her mind rather than just fellow mortals - people with living beating hearts capable of change and love.

Their relationship is generally looked upon with relief and like it's something precious. People want to see the Knight Commander happy and cared for after all she's done and gone through, and also them being two Hellknights who are in love? The people eat that shit up from a parasocial/gossipy point.

Questions from this list!

#this got very long again #I just love talking about them #oc: minovae arangeir #regill derenge x minovae arangeir #pair: hellpair #silversirenwrites #wrath of the righteous #ask game

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xchildrenofthemoonx · 2 years

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Apollo Cabello NSFW Alphabet:

A= Aftercare (what they're like after sex?)

Apollo cleans the woman he’s with off and cuddles with her after, until he falls asleep with her in his arms.

B= Body part (their favorite body part of theirs/you)

His favorite body part of Carly is her hair. It’s incredibly soft and no matter what style or cut she has, she always looks wonderful in his eyes.

C=Cum (anything to do with cum)

The tour guide likes to cum in the person’s mouth due to the fact that it’s a lot easier to clean up after.

D=Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

His dirty secret is that he’s starting to have an affair with a married woman and he doesn’t feel guilty at all about it.

E=Experience (how experienced are they?)

Apollo has a good amount of experience, getting lucky with the women in his tour groups because he’s attractive and charismatic.

F= Favorite position (self explainable)

His favorite position is easily missionary, liking being able to see the pleasure on the woman he’s with face as he fucks them.

G= Goofy (are they more serious or humourous?)

The Brazilian man isn’t necessarily humorous but, he does have a light hearted energy about him.

H= Hair (how well groomed are they?)

He keeps himself completely shaved because he loves to swim and staying shaved helps a person glide faster in the water.

I= Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

Apollo is very intimate while having sex. He loves nothing more than for the woman he’s with to know how much he cherishes and absolutely adores them. This presents itself in him giving deep kisses, lots of affectionate caressing, longing glances and loving words.

J= Jack off ( how often do they masturbate if they do?)

Most of his time over the summer is spent working so he's only able to touch himself a few times a week.

K= Kink (do they have any?)

The brown haired man has a voyeurism kink(likes to watch the person he’s with touch themselves) but that’s about it.

L= Location (where do they like to do the do?)

He is a very nature based person so his favorite spot to do it is somewhere in nature. Maybe in a hideaway on a beach or deep in the mountains.

M= Motivation (what turns them on?)

Apollo is turned on by flirting, touching his thigh, when a woman takes an interest in the things he likes and when a woman has a more classic fashion style.

N= No (something they won't do)

He would never hit or choke a woman during sex.

O= Oral (giving or receiving/are they good at it?)

The oldest Cabello sibling is more into receiving than to give. He is pretty good at giving head, being turned on by the pleasure that the woman he’s with is receiving.

P= Pace ( are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

He prefers a slow and sensual pace, liking to prolong the pleasure for as much as possible.

Q= Quickie ( do they care for them/ how often?)

Apollo doesn’t mind quickies but he would prefer not to do them as often as normal sex.

R= Risk (are they willing to experiment?)

He is more apprehensive to experiment since he’s never really branched out in kink territory before.

S= Stamina ( how many rounds can they go for/ how long?)

The Brazilian man has very good stamina from all the walking he has to do so he can last about 15-20 minutes and go for usually 3 rounds if necessary.

T=Toys (do they own any/use them on you or themselves?)

He does not own any toys.

U= Unfair (how much do they tease?)

Apollo is a big tease, if him and the woman have already had sex. He will push up against them from behind, push their hair back out of their face and subtly run his hand down to their butt.

V= Volume (how loud are they / what noises do they make?)

He is pretty loud, liking to not feel restrained to be quiet when having sex. He groans and whispers praises.

W= Wild card (random HC about character)

The tour guide is a big fan of lingerie. Nothing drives him crazier than seeing a woman lounge around in some beautiful lingerie.

X= X-ray (how big are they?)

He is 6 inches long.

Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Apollo has a medium sex-drive. Most of his attention is focused on his job and his family but, he wasn’t preoccupied with those things…he would be a lot hornier.

Z=ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep?)

It takes him 5-10 minutes before succumbing to the need to rest.

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hpdabbles · 3 years

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Lovely Nightmares

Based off the Dig Two graves by @childotkw. Thank you again for permission to use as based idea!

“We find the defendant guilty on all charges.”

Harry stares upwards in shock as Tom Riddle- the boy he considered a friend, the one he told everything to, the one he believed made it all worth while to go to Hogwarts- turn his head away from him after damning him with his lies. He did well, playing the terrified bystander to someone who lost themselves in bloodlust and violent tendencies.

His witness statement made a few eyes tear up in pity for the muggleborn who had been tricked by the halfblood into cruel silence for the mistreatment he had to endure under Harry’s thumb until a fresh corpse forced him to speak out. He took everything he once thought made their friendship real and twisted it, to make him appear a murder.

A murder that the Ministry of Magic has now sentence to life in Azkaban.

Harry had not been fond of Myrtle Warren, mostly due her forceful flirtish behavior against him and other boys as well as her whining voice but he would never have hurt her much less kill her. In fact Harry often put himself between the girl and the bullies who followed her around. How people could forget that he never know.

Yes the last time he spoke to her, left the Ravencalw in tears but that was because Harry had rejected her as gently as he could. After she ran away from him unable to stand the rejection, she was found hours later dead in one of the girls bathroom.

Harry had been horrified and truly sorry to see the confuse ghost flout about lost in a way only the departed could be. She was so young, a soul that can not find rest even after her death. He along with the rest of the school were evacuated from their dorms, everyone speaking about the murder. The houses were keep separated in order to keep better track of the young, while preparations were made to have everyone sent home

It would be Hogwarts last year if the killer could not be found as it no longer meant the future of magic were safe within their walls. Harry was sadden to see such a important place go, especially as one of the first students to originally walk it’s halls, but he had been more worried about Tom because there were rumors that Warren had been killed for being a muggleborn.

Tom Riddle, the human mortal, was also a muggleborn. It tore Harry up inside to think he could be next. A victim. That he could disappear from this world.

He went to see him when he got the chance only for Tom to point him out to a pair of Aurors with wild desperate eyes “He did it! Harry Potter killed Myrtle Warren!”

Harry tried to defend himself but with the evidence Tom managed to present to the authorities he was dragged away with the school watching. The worst part had been Myrtle who was flouting one inch above the ground in the grand hall, her unseeing eyes watching him go with tears rolling down her face. “Why Harry...I loved you”

Her confession made it all the worst for him. Harry knew the Ministry of Magic tended to believe guilty until proven otherwise but even before he stepped into his court hearing he knew it was a kangaroo court.

They all believed he did it, the court hearing was just a formality.

“Harry James Potter shall be sentence to life in Azkaban for the crimes including the murder of Muggleborn Myrtle Warren, possession of illegal potions, Possession of dark magic, and commenting a murder on Hogwarts sacred ground.”

“What?! But I didn’t do it! Tom is lying! He’s lying!” Harry shouted in outrage struggling even as Aurors appears to drag him away. A strong grip on his shoulder and legs to the point of bruising is nothing compare to the smug eyes of Tom Riddle as the doors start to close. Harry allows his eyes to flash the bright green of his father’s magic for a second just to watch that attractive face spam in surprise. “You’ll pay for this Riddle. I hope the guilt eats you alive. I hope it never lets you rest!”

“That’s enough out of you” sneers the woman who is moving him. Harry turns to her just in time to watch her wand light up before everything goes dark. As he is falling, he forces words past his lips so the whole courtroom can hear his final words.

“I will make sure everyone in this room pays.” They do not know they ring with not just truth but with a curse. It would take them days to discover it but by then it would far too late.

He wakes to the sound of crashing waves, freezing cold and the screams of the inmates. Harry had been stripped of his Gryffindor uniform leaving him black and white stripped robes, his feet were bared and he has bruises all along his body. He laid on the stone ground, with no windows, no bed or bathroom from what he could tell. Flickers of near by torches made it hard to see but he thought there was a woman across from him leaning against her cell bars like a broken doll.

A dementor stood at his open cell door, likely left that way so that one of them could “accidently” feed on him while the guards were away, hovering uncertainty. Harry scowled at it. “What are you looking at?”

The creature twisted it’s head, taking a breath. The cold increased, causing shivers to run along Harry’s body, his human side effected by the magic of sorrow even though his father’s blood keep him level headed. It would take a while but eventually the coldness would sustained. The creature made a odd crocking sound that attracted the attention more of it’s kind.

The woman let out a whimper when the flouting masses of darkness glided by her cell. She threw her self away from them, pressing her bone skin back to the far wall. Harry silently sent her a apology even as his body finally adjusted to the Dementors peering at him from under their cloaks of shadows.

“I’m not a circus act” Harry snapped at them, standing up and stretching his arms above his head. A satisfyingly pop run up and down his back which sent the dementors into a frenzy, more of that odd croaking filling the air. It took him a moment to realize they were excited by him.

He squinted at them. Ah, these were young. Maybe only two thousand years old. They had never come across him or his father, because they were behaving much like teenagers meeting their idol. Not that he could blame them, Harry’s dad was pretty important to the likes of them.

A giant black dog rose up from the shadows in the corners then, causing the Demontors to go wild as the dog strutted by them wagging it’s tail to a pair on the right. The creatures did three flips in the air as they swoon. They would be gloating later to any of their kind that the great Grim had given them a haughty smirk no doubt. Harry rolled his eyes as the door twisted into his uncle Sirius.

“Harry!” The man said joyously, his dark curls framing his grinning face as the adult waved a finger at him. The spark of laughter in his silver eyes- a nice choice of his humanoid form Harry thinks. This one most definite matches humans’ idea of beauty- lets the half being know his uncle finds this all hilarious. “Why am I picking up my nephew from mortal prison? James is besides himself, young man. He allowed you to come down the these realm for a few years and you get thrown in jail!”

“Riddle framed me.” Harry shrugs slightly embarrassed his new life on Earth ended so abruptly. “He told everyone that I murdered someone.”

Sirius frowned, his canine peaking over his lip as he studied the boy who quickly laid down face first allowing his soul to detach from his body. “I thought you two were close. Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know but i intend to make his life hell.”

The Grim tilted his head as the soul of his nephew- Death’s son created between the personification of the end and a muggleborn woman named Lily many many eons ago- rose from it’s physically anchor his father created.

Since Harry is both half alive and half dead he could come and go between worlds. Usually James-as Death preferred to be called- ever few millennia would bend to his son’s boredom and send him down to Earth. It was a nice vacation from all the filing, soul collecting and transporting of souls the boy had to do. In truth James saw it more as sending Harry off to summer camp to experience more from his mother’s side instead of reincarnating him into a human anchor he design.

Lily lived in the Beyond, as she was full mortal, while James and Harry lived in a never ending castle in Between. They visited Lily in her private heaven often with James confidently heading over there after work but Harry yearn for the real world and not the one created by James’ will or Lily’s fondest memoires.

He had experience empires rise and fall, had taken many names and faces to match whatever whim of appearance James took up-last millennia he had sported blond hair and blue eyes which meant Harry did as while- but no one had ever made him feel as alive as Tom Riddle has.

“How do you plan to do that?” Sirius asked waving at the group of Dementors goodbye while opening his shadow so Harry could travel to his father’s realm.

“I’m going to appear in all of his dreams until the day he dies.” Harry growled sinking into the darkness. “The dream scape is the place I can bend to my will and Riddle will rue the day he ever double-crossed me.”

“Alright but you are going to be the one explaining to your father that you want to appear in a teenage boy’s dreams and not me. He never forgive me if I helped his dear baby Harry flirt like that.”

The darkness swallowed them up on Harry’s squeaking of denials his body left under the protection of Dementors who were the only witness to the strange happening.

Miles away Tom Riddle looked over at the Gryffindor table missing the strong green stare that always looked back him more then he will ever be willing to admit. He shivers abruptly when a cold sensation of a hand runs along the back of his neck to his shoulders.

That night he dreamed of Harry Potter by the black lake, smile soft and green eyes glowing. He took Tom’s hand to guide him into the water with a sweet laugh that made everything slow down as Tom jumped through the waves of a invisible breeze. Harry looked happy as they splashed about, the sky a clear blue for once and Tom could not look away from the vision Harry made.

Midway through the dream the water turn to blood, Harry’s smile fell and his heavy betrayed eyes bore into Tom’s as he the smell of copper rose. The mortal found himself incased in blood slowing dragging him down as he struggle to escape the chains the liquid had become around him.

No matter how hard he fought nothing could stop him from sinking further and further down all the while Harry watched him slowly drown. Tom tried to scream for help, to reach out towards him but the boy was unmoved until all he could see besides the red was Harry’s lips moving.

“Why Tom...why did you do it?”

Tom Riddle woke screaming drench in cold sweat.

#Harry Potter #hpdabbles #Lovely Nightmares #Tom Riddle really went and messed with Death's kid #Sirius is the Grim #In a Au where James is death and Lily the human made him fall in love #Harry's technically still at Azkaban #Tom may or may not learn to feel bad #Party 1 maybe?

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Leave (Rosalie Hale x Fem!Reader)

Takes place during Breaking Dawn

A/n: I love this story so much! Let me know if you want a part 2! Alsooo I’m going to be writing more wlw fan fiction so stick around for that!!!

Warnings: Language, Angst,

Based on: Habibi by Tamino

Habibi: Habibi is an Arabic word that means “my love” (sometimes also translated as “my dear,” “my darling,” or “beloved.”)

Something hides in every night

Brings desire from the deep

And with it comes a burning light

To keep us from our sleep

Snow started sticking to the ground in Forks. The street light that rested at the end of your driveway flicked from deep orange to midnight black. The air was colder than your girlfriends’ skin in winter. You sat in your windowsil looking at the snow slowly packing your front yard. With every inch your heart sank deeper and deeper knowing that the Volturi were coming and you had no way to help stop them.

Habibi, light is burning

As I am burning

Habibi, light is burning

As I am yearning

You met Rosalie Hale by accident one day when you hit her car in the Forks highschool parking lot. Neither of you paid very much attention to eachother till you met her fury the day you hit her car. She stared into your eyes as if they were going to be the last ones you would see. You apologized profusely and she just met you with a snarl. You felt guilty but also kinda pissed off because she stood there not saying anything. No doubt she was attractive but she was also cold.

Something died within a soul

Left the eyes to rust

And every time it is recalled

It covers all in dust

Your heart ached. Your head felt like it had been run over. Your stomach felt like a bottomless pit begging to be put out of its misery. It was 2:56am the sky was the deepest blue with few stars speckled in the moonlight. All you could do was sit and watch the snow fall all over itself. Your mind was cluttered with thoughts of her, her touch, her smile, and her eyes.

And meanwhile, a whole lot goes down

Somewhere in the darkness, us together for a while

You loved it then, so did I

A feeling deep inside you wants to love it all again

You were so scared to lose her. You couldn’t imagine living another day without her. Tears seeped out of your eyes and fell desperately to your shirt. Breathing became a chore and your eyes grew heavier.

A gentle kiss was placed on your forehead and your eyes shot open. You stared at her with millions of emotions. Anger, hate, and panic sprang out of your chest and filled the room.

“So that was my goodbye,” you spat hatefully at Rosalie.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I’m so sorry,” she looked in your eyes with a regretful glance.

“You’re not sorry, If you were sorry you wouldn’t leave,”

“You know that’s not how it works Y/n, I’m not doing this because I don’t love you, I have to save my family,” she cried desperately.

“Oh thats fucking rich, family huh. WHAT ABOUT ME? I’m supposed to be your family,” tears parted down your cheeks again and your voice started to crack like ice.

“Don’t do this Y/n, don’t you dare!” rage sang a angry song in your girlfriends’ eyes.

“How can I not, four fucking years you called me your family, you called me the love of your life yet you’re leaving me,”

“Y/n do you think I enjoy having to protect some super baby that wasn’t supposed to be born, HELL NO! But I am. I have to they’re my family too,”

“What about Alice and Jasper they’re family right but the up and left you like a bag of dirt, so much for family right,”

“Look I get that they left but I’m not about to abandon my family for you!” Her words cut so deep in your heart that you now had two of them. By now your face was flooded with tears. Sobs left your throat and stuck pains in your stomach. Your whole body felt numb like it couldn’t move an inch but internally you were undergoing war.

“Baby, baby I- I didnt mean that, Oh my- I’m so sorry I really didn’t mean that. I was just angry, I’m so sorry,” Rosalie reached forward trying to place her hand on your chin and you immediately stuck it away.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

Seconds later you were sitting limp on your bedroom floor utterly alone.

Now don’t leave it there, just give it a chance

If only I’d forget you after one last dance

But you’re everywhere, yes you are

In every melody and in every little scar

Yes you are, you are, love

COMMENT IF YOU WANT A PART 2!!!

#fanfiction #twilight fandom #twilight fanfiction #twilight #bella swan #rosalie cullen #rosalie hale #rosalie x reader #jasper hale x yn #jasper hale x you #jasper hale x reader #edward cullen #emmett cullen x reader #edward and bella #riverdale fanfic #riverdale fanfiction #jughead x reader #jughead x y/n #sweet pea x y/n

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traincat · 5 years

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how many relationships has Johnny had? did they /all/ end badly or does he, like, actually have some good ones in there

I wouldn’t say all of Johnny’s relationships are bad. He has some bad ones, some real bad ones, some good ones, some utterly forgettable ones, and some weird ones. I sometimes think a character’s first relationship kind of sets the tone for their future relationship history, like Peter Parker being in the middle of two love triangles and being the hot item in both of them. In Johnny’s case, his first relationship involved his girlfriend lamenting that he wasn’t more like other boys and saying she wished he wasn’t so flaming all the time. It’s a metaphor. But Johnny Storm’s relationship history, the quick and dirty version. For the sake of simplicity, I won’t be including one off mentions of celebrity dates and only addressing on page relationships.

Dorrie Evans: Johnny’s high school girlfriend who, as noted above, hated his flaming on and often compared him unfavorably to other boys, such as Peter Parker. Their relationship ended when Johnny ghosted her until she broke up with him, although they apparently remained on good enough terms for Dorrie to lend Johnny her car shortly afterward. When Johnny and Crystal broke up, Johnny tried to get back together with Dorrie only to find out she was married with kids. And that’s why we have Facebook now.

Valeria of the 5th Dimension: A beautiful blue girl who developed a crush on Johnny when he briefly ended up in her dimension during his Strange Tales days, Johnny mostly seemed awkward around Valeria. They kissed once later after Johnny broke up with Crystal (you may notice Johnny has a habit of revisiting past relationships, usually unsuccessfully) and then nothing ever happened with them again, and it’s unlikely to come back up seeing as Johnny now has a niece named Valeria (after a third totally unrelated Fantastic Four Valeria).

Crystal Amaquelin: Probably the most popular and well known of Johnny’s relationships, and for a good reason. Johnny and Crystal started their relationship as star-crossed teen lovers from different worlds yearning to be with each other, a superhero Romeo and Juliet without the murder-suicide, and once they are together, they’re honestly pretty cute.

(FF #67) They’re cute! That it’s probably Johnny’s happiest, most stable relationship is probably the reason it gets revisited a lot in AUs and future What Ifs, although I personally think the charm of it is in the teenage puppy love and that returning to it isn’t the best move for either character. The relationship falls apart when Crystal, who can’t tolerate the outside world’s polluted atmosphere, returns to the Inhumans and falls in love with Quicksilver, who she later married. Johnny took the break up hard, and he and Crystal later had an emotional affair when Crystal was on the Fantastic Four after leaving Pietro and when Johnny had only just gotten married, but things never progressed to a physical level mostly because Johnny refused to cheat.

Frankie Raye: Originally created by Roy Thomas, Frankie Raye was a beautiful redheaded girl with a deep-seated fear of fire who seemed tormented by Johnny’s status as a superhero. Thomas originally intended for her to be the daughter of Toro Raymond, the sidekick of the original Human Torch, but Frankie dropped off the pages before that could be revealed. Johnny briefly dated a girl named Lorrie Melton who he met while racing, but Lorrie broke up with him when it became apparent he was more interested in a serious relationship than she was. Frankie Raye resurfaced in Byrne’s run, where Byrne reworked her backstory so that, instead of Toro’s daughter, Frankie was the step-daughter of Phineas Horton, the man who created the original android Human Torch. As a child, Frankie suffered an accident that gave her flame powers. Horton hypnotized her to give her flame powers and to make her dress in a golden leotard to help control her powers. Frankie’s powers reawakened and for a time she joined the Fantastic Four, but her deep yearning to be wild and free -- an interesting contrast with how tightly under control Johnny keeps his powers -- led to her making the decision to become Galactus’ new Herald, a decision that left Johnny near suicidal when she left the planet.

(FF #244)

I don’t think there was anything wrong with Johnny and Frankie’s relationship during the duration of it, although I will note that it does the opposite of heat up, so to speak, once Frankie gets her powers, and that they had certain ideological differences that didn’t speak to a great future together. (Frankie occasionally displayed a violent side that on at least one occasion worried Johnny.) Much later, an alternate universe Frankie Raye who expressed feelings for Johnny violently assaulted him in the middle of battle, kissing him before throwing him to the ground, though.

Julie Angel and Sharon Selleck: Julie Angel was Frankie Raye’s roommate who, after Frankie disappeared with Galactus, Johnny developed a crush on, attending the same acting classes as her, although she didn’t seem to reciprocate his feelings. Her friend, Sharon Selleck, developed a crush on Johnny but when she made a move on him he rebuffed her:

(FF #259) If you read Fantastic Four, Johnny will occasionally say he used to date Julie, but it’s simply not true -- Julie does kiss him once, but he doesn’t reciprocate the embrace, and laments afterwards that he’s over her anyway, so. Mark those down at not relationships.

Zsaji: An alien Johnny shared a flirtation and a few kisses with during the original Secret Wars event. Johnny wasn’t very emotionally invested in the relationship, which is odd for him given he usually goes from 0 to 60 on the “now we’re in love” meter. Colossus was very emotionally invested, though. Very, very emotionally invested.

“Alicia Masters”/Lyja: Retroactively revealed to be the Skrull Lyja, Johnny and Alicia started dating in secret after Ben remained in space after Secret Wars. While Lyja would later admit that she got close to Johnny specifically for her mission, she claimed she only originally meant to be a confidante before falling in love with him, but it’s hard to tell with Lyja what you can and can’t take at face value when the character frequently lies. Johnny and Alicia officially get together in Fantastic Four #275, which marks Johnny’s first “sex scene” in the form of a morning after scene where he appears regretful about the night and might even be trying to break off the relationship before Alicia convinces him to continue it:

For reference, Peter’s first published “after the deed” scene is in Amazing Spider-Man #150, published 10 years before this. Though it caused problems with Ben when he returned from space, Johnny and Alicia got married in Fantastic Four #300, although pretty immediately there were relationship problems, including a lack of chemistry. Johnny had 1.5 emotional affairs, the first with Crystal. Later, when he was bodyjacked by Ravonna Ravenslayer in guise of Nebula, who used his powers to kill people and hit on Gladiator because I don’t know, she thought he was into blond twinks, I guess. Though the bodyjacking by Nebula is depicted to be both physically painful and emotionally traumatizing, with it being specifically compared to an incident where Johnny loses control of his powers, and overall a not so subtle rape metaphor, Johnny laments afterwards that he can’t stop thinking about how beautiful Nebula was and is guilty over the fact that he’s more attracted to her than Alicia. (I think the attempt was to make the original story both consensual and straight when it was neither.)

Shortly after this, “Alicia” is revealed by Ben and Alicia’s father to be a Skrull impostor and it comes out that Johnny never was with the real Alicia at all, her having been switched out when he was off planet. I have a couple of long posts unpacking The Lyja Story -- it’s a long, long story -- linked in this post but I think it’s important to note that Johnny thought he was consenting to a romantic and sexual relationship with a friend he trusted and not with an alien spy who had a mission to harm his family. Not only that, but after the Skrull reveal, Lyja attempts to murder Johnny, lies to him twice about a baby, once in an incident that could’ve led to the deaths of him and his family, and when Johnny specifically told her he didn’t want to see her anymore she invented a new identity -- Laura Green -- so she could continue to be with him without his knowledge, explicitly stating that she knows if Johnny knew it was her he wouldn’t want to be with her. She also used the Laura identity to insult and belittle him, calling him “trite and simple” and “pedestrian.” So when you want to talk about bad relationships Johnny’s been in, I think it’s hard to beat the one where he was raped, gaslit, abused, and stalked. A lot of writers tend to refer to this genuinely as a romance but I think it’s important to talk about what actually went on in the relationship and how it’s a pretty horrifying violation of Johnny on every level.

Alysande “Caledonia” Stuart: After Lyja disappeared from the pages following Heroes Reborn, Johnny rescued a woman from another Earth named Alysande Stuart and essentially hid her from the family in the basement. (They all knew.) Though Johnny implied he had feelings for Alysande and Alysande swore a deep loyalty to him, nothing physical ever happens between them, and the relationship never evolved beyond the platonic. They did go to Comic Con together once.

Namorita: Johnny briefly dated Namor’s cousin Namorita after they discovered they were a hit with the paparazzi, in the first of Johnny’s “celebrity” relationships that seem more based on their respective profiles than any honest attraction. Namorita and Johnny never spend much time together, something Fantastic Four itself remarks on. They break up off-screen. The comic itself doesn’t make the link that Johnny might’ve been targeted because of his former connection to her, but after Namorita dies in the Stanford Incident that incites comics’ Civil War, an angry mob beats Johnny into a coma.

Kourtney: A model Johnny briefly dated. This is another celebrity relationship -- and one where they don’t even seem to like each other very much. Kourtney complains about attending Franklin’s birthday party and breaks up with Johnny when the Fantastic Four lose their fortune, although they later briefly get back together. Nothing much to write home about here.

(Marvel Knights 4 #2)

Psionics: A bad girl bank robber Johnny briefly had a sexual relationship with -- before she helped a future version of Sue abduct him to use him as a power source in a move that might have killed him. Psionics later kisses Johnny, but the art suggests he doesn’t reciprocate before departing for a new planet. When they next see each other, Psionics attempts to kidnap Val and kills Alyssa Moy, a family friend of the Fantastic Four, in front of Johnny, before she’s murdered, also in front of Johnny.

Daken: This one is a doozy in part because the actual relationship is in a bit of a canonical grey area -- it’s only ever implied, although the implications are not at all subtle, that Johnny had a romantic and/or sexual relationship with Daken, Wolverine’s 70 pansexual son.

(Daken #4) Like I said: the implications aren’t subtle. Daken ingratiates himself with the Fantastic Four mostly through Johnny, including engineering his meeting with them by shooting Johnny through the thigh with an arrow. (Johnny doesn’t know Daken shot him, but also, holy penetration metaphor, Batman.) Daken later tricks Johnny into thinking he’s dead, fakes an attack on Franklin so he can stage it to seem like he rescued him, and then mostly likely, going by the above panels, had sex with Johnny right after, though again, that’s just an implication. I say this is a canon grey area because, while Marvel the conglomerate hasn’t acknowledged any canonical attraction to men on Johnny’s part, Marjorie Liu did say in a tweet that the subtext was intentional and readers were meant to sense something was up. After this encounter, Daken steals from Reed’s lab, and the next time Johnny sees him (which is after Johnny’s stint in the Negative Zone) Daken tells him that “real people stay dead.” Then Daken tries to murder Reed. I do hope that if/when Johnny comes out it’s revealed he’s head other relationships with men because this is a hell of a first one if otherwise.

Darla Deerling: Another Johnny celebrity relationship. Johnny dated pop star Darla Deering for a hot minute before getting her to take his place on an emergency replacement Fantastic Four, where Darla met and fell in love with Scott Lang. On his return, Johnny wasn’t too broken up about it, telling Wyatt Wingfoot that he was more attracted to Darla’s rock star lifestyle than to Darla herself. Lot to unpack there.

Rogue: Rogue and Johnny dated, allegedly, during the time skip after the 2015 Secret Wars, but we never see it on the actual page, and it’s acknowledged by most canon that Johnny is a huge mess during this point in time, grieving very badly for the family he thinks is lost. They flirt a little bit after their alleged break up during their time together on the Uncanny Avengers team but I have to admit, it can very easily be read as friendly.

(Avengers #689)

Medusa: Yes, as in, Crystal’s older sister, Medusa. This one’s a mess largely in part to the fact that the writer didn’t do the research and backread the Fantastic Four issues where Medusa was on the team with Johnny, where they were actually quite close although not romantically involved. Medusa and Johnny keep their relationship secret, which of course blows up in their faces when Crystal inevitably finds out and is furious with them. I think it’s easy to read this relationship as Johnny trying to latch onto what family he has left -- Ben is in space and not talking to him at this point in time, Reed and Sue and the kids are presumed dead -- in an effort not to self-destruct in a way that doesn’t quite work. The relationship ends with a whimper and not a bang when Medusa leaves Johnny.

So there you have it! The relationship history of Johnny Storm.

#johnny storm #marvel comics #*replies #long post/#traincat talks comics #assault ment//#Anonymous

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#1 Jonghyun and the art of storytelling

I waited a very long time before starting The Norepang Project. The main reason for my delay was that I wanted to begin writing about the perfect topic. Unfortunately, I simply couldn't figure out such a theme could be. And then, suddenly, came Spring. April is a special time of the year for me and thousands of other K-Pop stans in the world. This is the moment when we can cheerfully remember and honor one of the most talented and creative artists this industry ever had. This month is not about feeling blue or melancholic, it is about caring and cherishing his work, the other Shinee members, our fellow Shawols and our own love for him.

So, even though the 8th of April has come and gone, I decided to begin the TNP by digging in every single Jonghyun solo album. I am not talking about discussing his title tracks or B-Sides. What I intend to do is to read every single one of them as a book. Better, as a story. A story, Jonghyun, the poet, is telling us.

Our journey begins with Base*. Like most of Jjong's tales, this is one about love. But it may just be a little more poetic and less obvious than it appears at first sight. A man meets a woman, and he is rather taken aback by how attracted by her he is. Moreover, the temptation she presents is so strong that, even though she doesn't appear to correspond to his feelings, at least not on a deep emotional level, he can't help himself but pursue her. Or yet, as he seems to believe at the time, to fall into her trap. Truthfully, part of the reason why he likes her so much is that their feelings for each are unbalanced. He knows it. He enjoys it. He isn't blaming or shaming her for it, unlike his friends.

"They tell me not to get close to you, even your attractive eyes

“See, she targeted him again”

They say I’ll get hurt if I give her all my heart

The funny thing is, the pathetic thing is

Even when you’re being cunning

You’re so attractive, it’s so fatal"

- Crazy (Guilty Pleasure)

Because his desire is too big to contain, he runs after her. During this chase, his admiration for her grows deeper and deeper.

You give me greater

feelings than awe (feel so good)

You make me sing as if I’m praying

Singing hallelujah,

you got me singing hallelujah

The day I saw you for the first time

I probably used up all the luck in my life

But it’s worth it. You’re amazing, what to do with you?

-Hallelujah

And their time together is bright and sweet. It's a darling night under the moonlight. These are moments he keeps coming back to during the day, they are the source of his newfound joy.

Let’s get up now, why is it so sad?

We’ve been saying the same things for the past 30 minutes

I can’t hold your hand,

let go of your hand or hug you

So I’m only looking at your pretty eyes,

nose and red cheeks and lips

- Beautiful Tonight

But something is strange though. It is as if, under the stars' gaze, he is finally able to unravel her true self. A person she constantly tries to hide from the outside world with a cold mask. But this truer self is even brighter, is neon. She opens up a whole new set of colors for him to paint his life with.

"Don’t try to hide, I’m scared of your cold eyes

I saw the light that is you, who can’t be caught

Don’t let go of my hand

When morning comes,

when I meet someone, I feel it

The color of the world without you is boring

Even without lights, you shine even brighter

Even without lights, you shine brighter than anyone else

Show me today, show me your real face

She is a NEON, shine your light"

- Neon

However, simultaneously, he begins to be burdened by his circumstances. It's a paradoxical sensation: he enjoys their push-and-pull dynamic, the "danger" inherent to it, he can't even imagine being without her... but he seems frustrated.

"I knew I would get hurt if I touched you but I denied it

And I squeeze you even tighter

Both sides of the blade dig into me

I try to cut you out but I can take this much

I’m already disinfecting my weakened min with alcohol

Because the sin is so much sweeter than its consequences

It was already too late to stop

I’m falling deeper"

- Crazy (Guilty Pleasure)

And is due to this emotional unease felt by the narrator, that we reach the climax of the tale. These lovers to-be have a dialog. A dissonant duet, so intimate that it resonates like whispers in our ears. Love Belt is about two people opening up about their fears concerning love and a relationship. On one hand, they are scared together: about the external judgment, about the intensity and speed of these feelings. They wish to hold tight and protect one another. On the other hand, each one of them has their own concerns. This why here we are able to listen to two different voices. He is desperate and anxious: the yearning to fulfill his desires, the terrible sensation that she might slip through his fingers. She is fearful and insecure: about diving into the unknown (the dark night, the deep sea...), about the intensity of his sentiments.

"When you’re feeling frustrated

And want to get away

When you’re feeling nervous for no reason

We know, since we were born,

I feel you, propose a toast (cheers)

You don’t say it but I feel it, just like twins

I pretend to not care but I’m scared,

Hold me tight when I tremble

Because of my selfishness, I always hurt you but

Forgive me, I’m sorry"

- Love Belt

For me, the most beautiful aspect of this song is that, even though it's supposedly a dialog of lovers in despair, terribly needing each other's protection, the melody is soothing and intimate. At first sight, however, what might appears contradictory is natural: they need to open up and talk about their differing perspectives, but they are already in love. Furthermore, is if he already sensed the source of her insecurities. Jonghyun, through his lyrics, indicates that she is hiding her true self from the world, afraid of being exposed, almost as if she believes to be undeserving of affection. The narrator tries to sue her concerns.

I lack nothing when I have you by my side

I can do everything,

I can shine on my own

Don’t leave me alone in the dark night

Don’t go anywhere by yourself,

you know (You know what I’m saying)

Even without lights, you shine brightly

Even without lights, you dazzlingly shine

Show me today, show me your real face

(show me the real you)

She is a NEON, shine your light

- Neon

Jonghyun tries to soothe ours: You deserve love too. You have to love yourself.

Somehow the first track of the album, Deja-boo already outlines this whole plot. There is one-side love, growing affection, deep desire, and a promise of protection.

"Stay, Oh It’s a deja vu

Oh deja vu, I saw you before, yeah you saw me right?

I’m not like the others

I won’t make you cry and leave like him"

- Déjà Boo

I like to believe, that since Deja-boo is so upbeat and sensual and, like Fortune Cookie is about intertwining destinies, they lived happily ever after.

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Unveiled - Chapter 6

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Epilogue

by MadLori Word Count: 3300 Fandom: Men’s Hockey RPF Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin Rating: NC-17 (like, heed this, please) Tags: Arranged Marriage, Modern Royalty AU, Mpreg, Not Omegaverse, No Consent Issues, Veiled Sex, Weird Traditions, Don’t Think Too Hard, Handwavey Biology

Definitely sex in this one.

Read it on AO3

A week passed.

Zhenya and his consort did not have sex every day, but it was frequent. Temporarily free from the pressure to conceive, they engaged in a variety of non-procreative activities as they explored one another’s preferences. He learned that his partner did not enjoy having his feet touched (the first thumbs-down signal he received from him) and had to deploy their signal himself when the consort had started to maneuver them into the 69 position, one he found deeply uncomfortable. That still left a lot of options, though.

He saw Sidney almost every day. Sometimes they took a ride together, sometimes they fished. Sidney made good on his promise to teach Zhenya to spar, and he flattered himself that he was picking it up quickly.

He tried to keep his outings with Sidney...unobtrusive, and away from too many observers. But he was pretty sure that his fondness for Sidney would be apparent to anyone who saw them together, and he was becoming increasingly confident that Sidney was fond of him, too. He worried about the staff gossiping, or thinking him a cad for socializing with another man, but given that he was literally prohibited from socializing with his consort, Sidney’s friendship was a luxury he couldn’t seem to deny himself. He’d had so few genuine, true friends in his life, and he didn’t want to give it up. Not to mention that whatever people assumed, he wasn’t actually having an affair with him -- his interactions with Sidney were wholly platonic. His attraction to him lay uneasily alongside his intense desire for his consort, and his continued admiration for how his husband was conducting himself in his new life. Seryozha sang his praises at every opportunity, and embargo or no embargo, the palace staff were all becoming very fond of him.

Of course they are, they actually get to talk to him, Zhenya sometimes groused to himself. He yearned for the day when he’d see the man’s face, and hear his voice, and finally share his life with him as they were meant to.

But unveiling his consort would mean losing Sidney. It was a trade he was prepared to make, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dreading it.

His parents had departed on a trip abroad right after his wedding, and the day they returned was the day Zhenya hoped that they’d get news about his consort’s conception or lack thereof. He’d seen his husband several times in the palace that morning, guards in tow (no sign of Sidney, for which he was guiltily grateful)...everyone seemed to be milling around in a holding pattern, as if they all knew that today was important.

“Zhenya, my son, you look good,” his father said, hugging him enthusiastically and slapping his back. Zhenya’s father was nearly a foot shorter than he was, a source of much mirth around the palace, and it made such greetings awkward to say the least.

“You too, Papa. How was your trip?” He bent to kiss his mother’s cheeks as they moved to the settee in his parents’ drawing room.

“Dull, dull, dull. Balls and dinners and meetings and the same boring conversation every time. The only bright spot was the many congratulations on your marriage.”

“We appreciate them.”

“How is your consort, my dear?” his mother asked.

“He is very well.”

“And you are...getting along all right?”

He smiled. “We’re getting along great, mother. He’s a remarkable man.”

His father frowned. “You haven’t broken embargo, have you?”

“No sir, absolutely not. It’s just that one can’t help but deduce a few things about someone you see so often. I hear how the staff speaks of him, and I know how he’s behaved towards me. These things reveal a man’s character.”

“Of course. Just...be cautious. The whole idea of embargo is to minimize attachment.”

“I know.” He didn’t mention that the task of minimizing attachment was already a dismal failure, on several fronts.

The door opened and a page entered. “Your Majesties, Dr. Rjskov would like permission to enter with His Highness the Prince Consort.”

His father sighed. “Was he waiting by the door for a cue? I imagine this is news we should all hear.” He looked at Zhenya. “Embargo will be observed once your husband enters, son. Anything you want to say now before they come in?”

“No, sir.” Zhenya was on his feet and all but vibrating out of his clothes.

The page opened the door and Dr. Rjskov entered. At his side was the consort, draped in his dressiest veils (Zhenya had gotten to know the range of drapings he possessed) over a suit. He bowed to the King and Queen, then came to stand next to Zhenya. Dr. Rjskov was walking ramrod straight, like he was being filmed. “Your Majesties, Your Royal Highness. I come before you this afternoon with the news that His Highness, the Prince Consort, is with child.”

His father whooped and his mother cheered; they embraced each other, beaming wide, happy smiles, his mother dashing tears from her eyes. Zhenya’s heart felt like it might burst from his chest. He stood there stunned for a moment, then looked down into his consort’s upturned face and wished he could see it. He grinned and a fast exhale escaped his chest. He lifted his eyebrows in a “really?” gesture, watching the consort...he nodded quickly, the gesture containing all his own excitement and relief.

If he’d been a regular person with an ordinary spouse, learning that they were to become parents, he’d have been able to kiss him, to see the joy on his face, to babble excitedly with him and talk about what to do next. But none of that was available to him, because he was a prince, and this was his embargoed consort, and he did not even know the man’s name to exclaim it aloud in jubilation. All he could do, all he could think to do, was clasp his consort’s gloved hands and press them to his lips.

“Doctor, do you know when the consort conceived?” his father was asking.

“Yes, based on our bloodwork, I believe His Highness conceived on the wedding day.”

Zhenya’s heart soared again; that was the best possible outcome, as it meant the shortest embargo. If all went well, he’d see his husband’s face in less than three months.

As his father and the doctor continued to talk about the embargo and the pregnancy, Zhenya just stood and let happiness wash over him. Out of sight of his parents, his consort slipped his hand into Zhenya’s, lacing their fingers together, and squeezed.

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Zhenya paced in his bedroom later that night, hoping to hear a knock soon. He considered going through and knocking himself, but he didn’t want to presume. He preferred that any contact they had was initiated by the consort, and he felt pretty confident that contact would be initiated, tonight of all nights.

He’d barely had time to internalize the news before the consort was whisked away by his mother so they could start talking about whatever baby-related plans had to be made, which of course had to be done out of Zhenya’s earshot. His father had immediately started harassing him about plans for the unveiling. Such a large occasion, the formal unveiling followed by a public introduction and a grand ball, required a lot of work and even though there was always a chance it would have to be cancelled, they’d proceed as if it would go ahead when the consort’s pregnancy reached three months.

Zhenya had finally been allowed to retire after dinner, his head spinning, half-dizzy from the emotion of the day.

A child. He’s carrying my child. I’m going to be a father. We’re going to be parents.

I wonder if he’s told Sidney.

The thought drew him up short. He realized with a jolt that Sidney hadn’t crossed his mind all day, which was unusual. He also hadn’t so much as glimpsed him today, which was also unusual. He wondered where he’d gotten off to. He’d seen the consort’s guards, including Fleury and Letang and Crosby (the strong blond ponytailed woman he’d noticed the first day), but not Sidney.

He jumped when the knock finally came, feeling guilty that he’d been thinking of someone else when his consort asked for his attention. He leapt to the door and flung it wide, grinning. He couldn’t see it but he could almost sense his consort’s answering grin beneath his drapings. Zhenya couldn’t help himself; he rushed into their bedchamber and swept his husband into his arms, embracing him fully for what was actually the first time. They’d held each other in bed, but had never hugged like this. It wasn’t forbidden, but it was generally considered bad form to touch an embargoed consort anywhere he or she was veiled, which sort of ruled out all but the most perfunctory hugs, which this was not.

He didn’t care, and judging by the enthusiasm with which his consort hugged him back, he didn’t care, either. He felt broad and strong in Zhenya’s arms, his hands digging into Zhenya’s dressing gown and his face tucking into the side of his neck.

Zhenya pulled back and knelt at his consort’s feet, the man’s hands lingering on his shoulders. He slid his hands to the curve of the consort’s waist, those ridges of muscle over his hips forming a V framing his abdomen. Zhenya leaned in and kissed the smooth skin of his flat belly, feeling a hand card through his hair as he did so. He looked up at him, palming the softness at his waist, and the hand in his hair slid down to cup his cheek, the consort’s thumb stroking across his cheekbone. He pulled Zhenya to his feet and held up a “just a moment” finger, then went over to a table near the door into his bedroom. When he returned he was holding a piece of black cloth -- Zhenya realized that it was a blindfold, a large one molded to fit over the upper part of the face. He looked up, confused.

His consort held up the blindfold, pointed to it and then to Zhenya, and then mimed removing his veils. Zhenya’s heart stuttered -- was he suggesting...? He was. Zhenya nodded eagerly, and between the two of them they stripped him quickly of his dressing gown and pajamas. The consort sat him down in a chair then hesitated a moment, holding the blindfold. Zhenya squeezed his hand in encouragement. His husband gave a nod, then carefully placed the blindfold over Zhenya’s eyes and tied it behind his head. Its shape, sweeping down over his cheeks and halfway up his forehead, meant that not even a sliver of vision was left to him. He felt a hand stroke down his face and then sensed him step away.

He heard a quiet rustling of fabric and anticipation clenched in his belly. Here in this room, mere feet from him, his husband was unveiled and exposed, naked before him. He felt the warmth of his body as he stepped close again and then...oh, and then.

The consort joined him in the chair, straddling his lap. No drapings separated them now. Zhenya’s hands twitched nervously; he could scarcely believe he was allowed to touch him freely. His husband had to pick up his hands and place them on his smooth, bare chest. Zhenya shuddered and his hands trembled against his consort’s warm skin. The consort slid his own arms around Zhenya’s neck and leaned in; there it was again, the smell of him, clean and strong, earth after a thunderstorm. His breath ghosted over Zhenya’s face, bearing a hint of the spiced hot tea that he liked to drink.

The consort cupped Zhenya’s face and leaned even closer. Zhenya craved him; he was desperate to close the gap but he didn’t dare -- he could barely bring himself to touch him. Then, barely louder than a puff of air, his mate whispered “Husband” and pressed his mouth to Zhenya’s.

The touch sent a shock through Zhenya’s whole body. No kiss in his long history of kissing men had ever felt like this, had ever felt so consuming, so earth-shattering. He fell into his husband’s mouth, Zhenya’s arms winding around his back and holding him close. The consort’s lips were full and plush; he was solid and strong in Zhenya’s arms. His mouth opened beneath Zhenya’s and they tilted into each other, breath coming faster and hearts thudding against each other’s chests.

Zhenya slid one arm underneath his hips and stood up, bearing the consort with him. He felt a slight gasp escape the man at being hoisted up like this. He wrapped his legs around Zhenya’s narrow hips and kissed him harder as Zhenya carried him to the bed and laid them both down. For an indeterminate time they writhed together, hardly able to contain their mutual excitement at this newfound freedom to touch.

But that freedom did have its limits, Zhenya realized after a few moments. Several times he lifted his hands to his partner’s face and had them gently redirected. Clearly his consort didn’t want him forming a visual picture of his face through touch. Zhenya could have told him that his fingers weren’t so skilled that he could see with them as a blind man would, but his consort wasn’t taking the chance. Zhenya could kiss his face -- and kiss it he did, all over and then again -- but touching it was off the table.

He kissed down the man’s throat, feeling his pulse throbbing beneath his lips, and then down his chest. His nipples were flat and soft; Zhenya’s tongue flicked over them, wondering when they would begin to distend in preparation for their child’s arrival. His consort’s hands were all over him, in his hair, on his face, clutching at his shoulders, as if he couldn’t touch enough of him. Zhenya’s hands roamed his back and chest, sliding down to his ass; they were both hard but the novelty of this new contact was distracting enough that neither of them were paying much attention to their cocks.

Even without touching his face, Zhenya gleaned a little new information about his husband. He had short hair, which wasn’t exactly a surprise. His features felt strong, his jaw sharp and well-defined. None of this told Zhenya much at all, but he hoarded any morsel of intelligence about his consort that he could find.

It didn't help that his mind insisted on conjuring up Sidney’s face, much as he commanded it to discard the image as irrelevant. The two men seemed to be merging in his subconscious to the point that if he imagined what Sidney’s cock looked like, he saw it as like his husband’s, and when he imagined his husband’s face, there was Sidney.

They rolled on the bed, kissing wildly and grabbing at each other, for what felt like a very long time before Zhenya’s arousal began demanding that he move things along. All at once, he knew what he wanted. He pulled his consort on top of him and parted his legs so his partner’s hips slotted between them. The consort pulled back a bit, moving his hips forward carefully, his body asking if this was what Zhenya wanted. Zhenya nodded and wrapped his hands around the back of the consort’s neck, pulling him back down into a kiss.

His husband slipped a hand between them and positioned his cock, then thrust forward into Zhenya with a shuddering sigh. Zhenya couldn’t help it, he cried out a little before biting it back and grabbing the consort’s ass, hoping he’d get the message that he wanted it, and hard.

He got the message. The consort dropped his head into the hollow of Zhenya’s shoulder and fucked him just as he wanted. The day’s news freed them to reverse their habitual roles without concern that Zhenya could become pregnant as well; pregnancy left the consort temporarily sterile. Zhenya couldn’t seem to hold him tight enough, his hands roamed restlessly over every part of him he could reach. His husband had a fantastic cock, and he’d taken great pleasure in it before now, but nothing could have prepared him for what it would feel like inside him.

Nor for the sheer athleticism of his consort. Zhenya was taller but his partner was broader and stronger; he felt wholly surrounded and dominated by him, and to his surprise it was touching a place of arousal he’d never reached before. Being pressed down into the bed by the solid, heavy body of his mate woke a deep desire he hadn’t known he had. His whole body shook and his orgasm snuck up on him, breaking and crashing over him, his cock jerking and spilling between their bodies. The consort kissed the gasps out of his mouth, slipping his hands underneath him to seize his shoulders as he thrust in harder; his body shuddered, he held deep and came into Zhenya.

They sagged into a sweaty, sated heap together, pulling in fast breaths and stroking each other’s skin. Within a few minutes the cooling perspiration felt uncomfortable, and both their bellies were splattered with Zhenya’s come. He felt his husband sit up and get off the bed, then he grasped Zhenya’s hand and pulled him up, too. He led him to the door -- not the door to his own chamber, but to Zhenya’s. Still unable to see, Zhenya let his consort lead him into his own bathroom and then into his large walk-in shower.

Still a bit muzzy-headed from the frankly life-changing sex he’d just had, Zhenya let himself be taken charge of. He stood in the shower while his consort started the water and began washing them both, clearing the sweat and fluids from their bodies, stopping frequently to kiss him. It was an odd sensation to be bathed while blind, but Zhenya was finding it pleasurable. There was something about being cared for like this. Usually it was him looking after his consort, who was embargoed and seen as a precious treasure to be protected and coddled, but having the roles reversed was pleasingly subversive.

They dried each other off and then Zhenya was led to his own bed and sat down on the edge; the consort pressed one finger to his lips in a “wait” gesture, then Zhenya heard him walk away. He returned in a few moments, untied and removed the blindfold. Zhenya blinked as his eyes readjusted; his consort’s drapings were back in place.

The consort leaned closer, stroked his hand down Zhenya’s face again, and turned to leave. Zhenya caught his hand and held him back; he jerked his chin back over his shoulder at the bed and tugged at his hand.

Stay. Stay here with me.

The consort’s head cocked, questioning. Zhenya nodded. He wasn’t sure his husband would agree. If he stayed, he’d have to sleep in his veils. The consort hesitated, went to the door that led back into the royal bedchamber and his own bedroom...and shut it, staying in Zhenya’s room.

Zhenya grinned and got up, holding out his hand. His husband joined him and they peeled back the sheets and blankets, climbing in together, the consort careful to keep his veils secure around him. It took them a few tries to maneuver into a comfortable sleeping position but they finally spooned up together, Zhenya behind with his husband curled against his chest. He slid his hand over the consort’s hip to rest low on his belly; after a moment, his consort covered Zhenya’s hand with his own.

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#unveiled #sidgeno #sidgeno fic #hockey rpf #unveiled chapters #my writing

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jxckspxcer · 4 years

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GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER.

Can be used to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen!

TAGGED BY: @skulldxddy AYYYEEEE TAGGING: @pcrticlvcid, @flos-timore, @ofspoons, @chainsxwsmile, @builtperil, uhhH YALL

1. FIRST NAME: Adrian

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF: I collect hats. I own 54 hats. I wear like 4 of those.

3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON: This HARD. On one hand bein ace doesn’t mean I can’t think people are attractive, on the other I experience all things in extremes so most people are really boring to look at to the point I never remember any details about their appearance (”like my hair cut?” “you.... you got a hair cut?”), or they’re very very noteworthy and I can no longer function in their presence (cause i wanna stare at them but thattts weird).

But lemme tell ya, I compliment people regularly, so here’s 3 things I notice and point out about people: Cool Hair, Unique Aesthetic (fashion, be it a singular accessory or every goth/gnc i ever meet--), Height (tols impress).

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF: Sushi probably.

5. A FOOD YOU HATE: Mushrooms. Neurhg,,,

6. GUILTY PLEASURE: the devils lettuce................ And idk K-D.rama?

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN: Depends on the temperature. COLD: Leggings, pajama pants, sweater, beanie. HOT: shorts tanktop.

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS: uHGHUHGH,,, every relationship I’ve ever had was short and terrible. let’s go with fliiings! thats what I need in my life. a commitment free cuddle buddy.

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE: You know there’s a lot of shit in my past that can’t be stopped, but RECENT PAST? WHY DID I SPEND ALL MY SCHOLARSHIP MONEY LIKE I DID. I COULDA MADE HELLA SAVINGS!! I WAS GETTING 5K A SEMESTER!! AND I SPENT IT! ON! FOOD AND SHIT! i had a job at the same time, my parents were still working, I do not see why I was spending any of that semester money man I smh I oughta kick my past selves a ss....

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON: I yearn to be. I’m incredibly repressed and insecure currently, and I’m not sure if that’s going to change when I’m less depressed or if I’m gonna have to rebuild that skill. But I used to be the kind of person to hold hands with my best friend, snuggle during sleepovers, give hugs and kisses, sit close and link arms, generally just be super cuddly-- It’s how I like to be, but I think at some point I just started to assume people didn’t like it so I stopped. SUCKs Butt.

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN: I watched mimzy over and over again as a kid, but nowadays, none, no, I can’t, I don’t have that aTTENTION SPAN---

12. FAVORITE BOOK: UHhhhhhhhhhhhh,,,,,,,, i have not read a book in a while, my old favorite book might not be as good as I remember.

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE: Raccoon.

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL]: Lets go nonxs based on my recent media consumption--- Chel.lDOS (redemption tailoring), Zifeng/Yanuo, Kirk/Spock, HarleyQ/KickinAss, UhHhh, okay and ClayJack my ultimate Jack ship I will crave for infinity...

15. PIE OR CAKE: Cake. Cheesecake specifically, but CAKE. Pie only has so many flavors I’ll actually eat.

16. FAVORITE SCENT: OOHhh GoDdd... I’m doing aromatherapy right now (another strange fact), so there’s a lot of good scents in my life... I really like sweets? Like I have a cotton candy body mist, and I like my smores candles.

17. CELEBRITY CRUSH: UHhhh....... UHHHHHH????? That feeling when you are so far out of the cult of celebrity.... Like I know some, mostly ones from Marvel, but I wouldn’t call em crushes. Can I say Whoopi Goldberg in the Sister Act? She was really pretty in that movie (so was the red haired nun). And I really liked those movies as a kid.

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO: The easy one to say would be Japan.... but to visit some of my online friends would be even better! Honestly, I find just going grocery shopping with my friend to be an adventure, I am sure visiting any of my friends in their hometowns, be they cities or small towns, I would find every day exciting. I have deep puppy energies.

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT: Introvert. I get so tired, my friend has told me to take a nap mid-party before. But like, as you hear, I love parties. I super love socializing, but oof I do get drained. If I could sit with people, no-energy, no-obligation, free to chat or chill, that’d be the dream. And I have a lot of those with my best friend, except with the minor energy obligation of transportation and sometimes other people....

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY: Incredibly. I’m a huge baby, incredibly squeamish, easily startled, easily paranoid. I’m scared of the dark still, I don’t watch horror movies unless the monster is sexy.

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID: fuck em both, i still have iphone

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES: I’m primarily a simulator/rpg/sandbox kind of gamer. Animal Crossing, Minecraft, WoW, Starbound, Sims 4... Yeah. I can’t even play Mario or Left 4 Dead very well but like I like them?? Game with meee, I don’t do that much, it would be fun tho,,,

23. DREAM JOB: If I’m god damn honest I hate the idea of a job deep down in my soul. Call it bein’ lazy but man I want my life to involve somethin more than making money to survive, that’s all I’ve ever done and I’d like to stop. But being able to help others, being a resource, brightening peoples day, being involved in something that enriches the world somehow. These kind of things make a good fit for work, and if it pays good, and I can build a routine around a solid schedule, then I guess I could live with whatever.

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS: Do the math for how much I need to survive for the rest of my life, bare minimum style, then cushion that a little. Buy myself and my friends some nice things. Start giving money to strangers. Funnel it into important things that need to get paid for. Quit my job, travel, get extensive therapy, join fucking causes I wish I had the physical & mental resources for now, finally be able to put my passion into things again. Lmao money can’t buy happiness my a s s.

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE: hmmmmmmm........ hate it such a strong word. I just keep thinking of characters I LOVE to hate or like characters who are obviously hateable (intolerable villains). But I wanna pick one I genuinely dislike, deep down, for reasons.

Lum.py from HTF,,, I just don’t like his design next to the rest. I mean I haven’t watched HTF in literal years but he came to mind.

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER: The Walking Dead / Game. Zombies just don’t really ??? click with me unless they have a gimmick now.

#games.#munagement.#munday.#[I SPENT ALL DAY ON THIS INSTEAD *CLAPS* ill do that reply tomorrow i g uess]

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capondi · 5 years

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Touch

In which I have no talent for titles or summaries. Our dumb virgins touch themselves and each other. Post TLJ.

Rating: E Tags: Angst, Pining, Mutual Masturbation, A slower burn than intended, but mostly PWP

She’d long since given up feeling guilty about this. On Jakku it had become a nearly nightly task when sleep had failed to claim her, or when the aches and pains of her day’s labor needed relieving.

It hadn’t even felt sexual, at first. She was perhaps thirteen when she first found out that it felt good, her mind going blissfully blank as she took care of herself. Some time later, through the windblown flaps of the brothel tent, she curiously looked too long and saw it: A dark haired human woman, fully naked, rubbing herself down there as her eyes fluttered closed. A man had leaned into view, lowering her body with his body, and Rey had fled, the image burning bright in her mind. She had only known about sex in the most abstract of terms, and hadn’t before connected her harmless pasttime with the subject of procreation. She abstained for a while after that, long enough to feel the ache and the urge to do so again - and she had, under the confusing notion of a shame she couldn’t quite identify.

She didn’t have much to work with, so she thought of a man. Perhaps the man from that illuminating night. She hadn’t seen his face, so her imaginary partner was faceless also, nearly formless, his ministrations as vague as her own knowledge. In time she began to think of certain men in particular, smugglers and scrap salesmen, usually. Fairer than desert tramps and better fed, healthy muscles bared as they hauled crates on and off their ships. She rarely saw the same man twice, so these were safer fantasies to indulge in. Her ears became more attuned to the sexual banter shared between men and sometimes women at Niima outpost, her mind working to puzzle out their meaning. She never liked being in the dark. She could teach herself about this as she had done everything else.

Deciding that it was a complicated, but at least generally accepted topic, she returned to enjoying herself freely.

When the thought of Ben’s hands replacing her own appeared spontaneously, an electric thrill shot through her, easily doubling the pleasure of the previous overused fantasy. She pulled her hand away immediately, flooded by guilt and confusion. This had been a few days after the battle of Crait, when the immediate concerns of the Resistance had been seen to, and she faced her first full night of sleep since Ach-to. She needed the relief, she decided. She hadn’t planned on thinking about him.

Oh, but she had before, hadn’t she?

First as a fear, bound to a chair on Starkiller base. Later, after she saw his future - their future - as allies, she had wondered if they would become more than that. He was attractive, she’d give him that. Her heart yearned for the compassion and belonging they could give each other. They had come so close to it. She’d looked at his lips, and caught him looking at hers. How did you know if someone wanted to kiss you? How did you know if you wanted it yourself?

She kept replaying their final argument, trying to understand just what he had meant, how she had gotten it so wrong. She didn’t believe he was past saving, but she was afraid it was out of her hands. How could she help him, if he didn’t want to help himself? Not by doing this, her mind responded. She rolled over, and tried to sleep.

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Fresh air. She’d forgotten what fresh air smelled like, that it could have a flavor not of human sweat and fuel and singed electrical parts. It smelled faintly like vinegar, from whatever was sending billowing steam out of the hot spring over the hill, but to her it was as sweet as anything.

The planet had no real civilization, it didn’t even have a name. But it had a fueling station and supplies of questionable origin, and it was far enough away from any First Order regiment that even if they were ratted out they’d be jumping through hyperspace again before anyone arrived. They didn’t have many options.

Rey decided to get some distance from the people she had been caged in with for over two weeks. Everyone not working on refuelling and supplying the Falcon had a similar idea, scattered hither and yon over the blue hills, only as close as necessary to make an emergency evacuation. She had to walk for several minutes to put everyone out of sight. She never thought she’d want to be alone again, but the need was still hidden in her bones apparently, like a nutritional requirement of her soul.

She found a stand of large black stones, reminiscent of the rocky coast on Ach-to. One side was covered in a thick coat of red moss, looking like rubber coils. Force instinct told her the growth was harmless to her, and she ran her fingers through it, laughing softly at the novelty of it. She would never get tired of these new experiences, of touching something other than metal and sand.

Clamoring up a boulder a little taller than herself, she sat cross-legged, palms up on her thighs. She closed her eyes and began to see through the force instead. It was like adjusting your eyes to darkness, details fading in: the bright bustle of light from the Resistance soldiers. The warm push of the living planet. The cool pull of death, bringing the life into balance.

A ripple, then, a warping of the natural energies here. Her hair rising as her skin pimpled, and a feeling akin to the moment before a lightning strike. Suddenly, he was there.

He appeared perched on an adjacent stone, his legs hanging off, but where was he really? On the edge of his bed, perhaps. He was dressed at least, but his gloves were off, the top of his collar slightly open. He was staring at her with a neutral expression, his chest expanding with steady breaths. So was she, even though the sudden thundering of her heart demanded more oxygen, she fought for composure. Was his heart racing too?

“Are you going to say anything?” She asked, relieved her voice was steady. She didn’t think it would continue to be if she held his gaze, so she looked out to the horizon instead.

“Is there anything left to say?” He countered, his voice as soft as it had been in the hut, no resentment to be detected.

She sighed. She had to think, had to use the right words this time.

He spoke again, “Where are you?”

She huffed a laugh at that. “You know I can’t answer that.” Her heart twisted with a worry she hated to acknowledge: That if he did find them, would he kill her too? Would she have to kill him? How far they had come from the forest.

“Are you safe?”

She turned then, confusion pinching her brows. She couldn’t answer for a moment, her eyes roaming his face. Was there truly concern there? Finally, she couldn’t take the anomaly of his question in silence any longer. Anger spiked through her, her voice rising now. “You and your First Order are actively hunting down me and my friends, how can I possibly be safe?”

“If the Resistance stands down, they will be imprisoned but their lives will be spared. I--” He looked down for a second, swallowed. When he looked back his gaze had hardened with conviction. “I don’t intend to rule the galaxy the way that Snoke had, with domination and terror. If peace can be achieved than so be it, but control will be had.”

“And me, you’ll throw me in prison as well?”

His silence was all the answer she needed. Even now, he still wanted her by his side. She really shouldn’t feel excited by that knowledge.

“And do you still have Stormtroopers? Stealing children from their families, stealing their names? Brainwashing them into an army of slaves?”

“An army needs soldiers. An empire can never stand without the means to defend itself.”

He was unbelievable. She scoffed, turned away from him again. She didn’t need to let this fight get out of hand like it had the last time. She took several deep breaths. Then she took several more. He kept his silence. If she couldn’t feel him in the force like he was right there she might have thought the connection had broken. She thought about waiting it out, give them both more time to think before they spoke again.

However contentious she felt, she couldn’t deny that this felt right, having him here. More right than she had felt in weeks, like a missing piece of her had slid back into place. Did he feel the same way?

“I don’t want to fight with you, Ben,” she finally whispered, glancing back at him. At hearing his name, a tension she hadn’t even realized was there bled away from posture. His jaw relaxed and he exhaled long, like he had been holding his breath. The sense of relief was palpable through the force. She still called him Ben. He hadn’t been sure.

She felt her eyes start to burn as she ached again for that boy inside the man, lonely and yearning and afraid. This, more than anything, heartened her faith that there was still a chance.

“Neither do I,” he replied, the words echoing in the space he once occupied. He was gone.

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His hand trembled over the fastenings of his underwear. He balled it into a fist to still it before loosening the button, reaching in and touching himself. He exhaled shakily, leaning his head back against his headboard and shutting his eyes. He always went slow, reminding himself of what pleasure felt like. He’d denied himself of it for so long, hating the times it was a necessity, a vulgar flaw in his biology. Pain had been his teacher, victory his only reward. This wasn’t for him to indulge in.

As a boy and then as a young man, Snoke had corrupted everything good in him. The love of his family, his faith in the light. Even this. His earliest desires were quickly twisted into dark and ugly horrors. He recoiled from them, feeling himself to be vile, feeling wrong. He avoided the thoughts as well as he could, taking no pleasure in the violent fantasies forced upon him, but fearing that perhaps he did.

Now, he allowed himself this. He sought these thoughts out timidly: soft skin, a hot mouth, hands roaming places he’d never touched. Small parts of a whole he didn’t fully understand.

Force help him, he thought about her.

He couldn’t think of anyone else. He tried really, tried to give her this privacy, but no one else had ever made him feel this way, shake him to his foundation and give him strength all at once. After she had rejected his offer, the act felt more pathetic than ever before. She’d never give him this.

Seeing her again, the first time since Crait, drove him to sate himself. Seeing her, hearing her, reminding him all over again of every beautiful detail of her that his memory paled in comparison to. She still called him Ben. Knowing that, he used the detail in his mind without guilt. Well, without more guilt.

“Rey...” Her name slipped out on a shaky breath, and his cock twitched in his hand. He brought his other hand to his mouth, sucked on the back of it and tried to pretend that it was her skin. Her neck perhaps, or the flat plane of her stomach. He had to draw the sounds of her from the memories of their fights. Could he make her gasp, to whine his name?

Lightyears away, Rey lay in bed and sought her own relief.

It wasn’t really a bed. All the bunks were taken, as was much of the floor. She’d scavenged some cushions from elsewhere and made a pallet for herself in a supply closet. It sat above a particularly noisy part of the engine, so she wasn’t afraid of being heard as small, needy sounds escaped her. Exhausted from repairs to the ship and meetings about strategy, she didn’t have the resolve to keep him out of her thoughts tonight, not with his gaze still burning a hole in her memories.

Maybe he thought about her too.

She sucked in a breath at that, her heart hurting in a beautiful way as she clenched down on her own fingers. She didn’t know where to put that surge of emotion so she let it escape from her mouth.

“Ben…”

If anything it made her heart ache more, like it was swelling and stretching her ribcage to its limit. It made her want to cry.

“Rey.”

Her eyes opened, and she turned toward the motion she caught in the corner of her eye. He was looking down at her, his eyes darker than she’d ever seen him. His mouth was parted in a gentle pant, like she had caught him training.

She hadn’t caught him training.

He was stripped to the waist, still pale as before but now slightly flushed, a dampness collecting in his clavicle. His hand gripped the black sheet in his lap, the towering evidence of his erection apparent at its center.

She was flat on her back, wearing only her panties and a loose tunic, which was hiked above her breasts. Her hand still snaked beneath her thin grey blanket, its occupation undeniable. Her hair, undone, puddled behind her head. He watched her gaze turn from his eyes to his lap a couple times, trying to read the expression on her face. The connection between them blazed with the realization of what they both were doing, that singular rightness that came with being together nestled inside it, making him dizzy.

She spoke first. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t understand, and then when he caught the motion beneath her sheet, he did. Unable to find the words to respond, he just obeyed. His hand disappeared, finding himself still hard and leaking, and began to stroke it again. His eyes never left her, hardly blinked, raking her top to bottom. She followed the movement of his gaze, drinking her in like he was dying of thirst. Then she watched the movement of his hand, a thrill racing through her knowing that he was enjoying this - enjoying her. She tried to match the pacing of her ministrations to that of his, wondering what it felt like for him.

His left hand twitched out toward her. She thought she felt a slight tug on her blanket, but if he was responsible, he went no further. A choked sound escaped him, like he couldn’t remember how thoughts could be coherently turned into words.

Finally, he managed, “Let me see?” His voice cracked weakly, higher than usual. She looked back at his face again, finding a needy expression there. His lips were trembling, but his eyes -- oh. They were gonna swallow her whole.

“You first,” she breathed.

Ben swallowed. His left hand twitched over his sheet, hesitating. This was new to him, too, and that made something in her center pulse joyously. They weren’t alone anymore.

He uncovered himself, manhood jutting out of the fly of his underwear. He was slick with precum, ruddy and purpling slightly at the head. Rey sucked in a breath, caught off guard by the size of him. She could smell him from here, a musky scent distinctly different from the rest of him. She swallowed, knowing she had to follow suit.

His intense gaze locked onto her lower half when she began to remove the blanket. He found her hand working beneath the thin covering of her panties, and he moaned low in the back of his throat. He looked wild, his teeth half bared between his full lips. His breaths came in fits and starts, like there wasn’t enough of his brain to devote to the task of managing his lungs. She was no better, one hand fisted in the sheets as with her other hand she moved to slide two fingers inside her. She couldn’t remember being this wet before. She lifted her hips to meet her fingers, the movement tilting her breasts back. She had never felt much reason to have pride in her breasts, aside from the fact they weren’t usually a hindrance while crawling around in gutted out spacecrafts. Tearing his attention from the hypnotic motion of her hand, Ben felt himself salivate at the sight of her breasts. They were perfect, rosy nipples erect and inviting.

He shifted a little closer on his knees, his pace on his cock faltering at this new distraction. His eyes slightly glazed over, he reached forward without thinking and --

Rey shook her head, a small sound of denial in her throat.

Ben retracted his hand in an instant, like a flinching beast. The hand on his cock stuttered to a halt, and his face took on a slightly pained expression, warring equally with the lust that remained.

Feeling his hurt confusion reverberate through their bond, Rey desperately wanted to assure him that he wasn’t being turned away, not really. She rolled her hips to remind him she was enjoying this, biting her lip like she had seen the brothel women do, as they tried to seduce the men into their tent. This seemed to have an effect at least, his eyes following every gesture like he would the forms of an opponent. He still hadn’t returned to what he was doing.

Her eyes slid down the length of his body to his cock, still needily erect. “Touch yourself,” she said, the command sounding more like a plea than an order. A request that they continue with this game of theirs.

His eyes searched her face, and she could practically see the thoughts warring in his mind. His jaw worked like he had a confession to make, his lips pressed together like they did when he felt unsure, or vulnerable.

“You,” he whispered, glancing down at his cock then back at her. There was a glint of fear in that look, that she might reject him again. She could see an unspoken please in his eyes, a word her heart hurt to recall with clarity.

She took her hand out of her panties, but not before dipping deeper one more time, coating her fingers and palm with slick. He watched her with wide eyes as she reached for him, wrapped her much smaller hand around the considerable width of him and slowly tightened her grip. His eyes closed. When she began to inexpertly stroke him he groaned out loud. He seemed about to collapse in on himself, the sensation of another’s hand touching him so intimately - no, of her hand touching him so intimately - was better than any orgasm he had ever had. He couldn’t imagine what this one would feel like.

He was hot, and surprisingly soft. Velvety skin along the shaft and slightly spongy at the head. Sometimes she would swipe a thumb over the slit at the top, enjoying seeing the pearly fluid build and drip, keeping him lubricated. She had never seen one hard before. She was as fascinated by its function as she would be of a new piece of tech, scavenged and repaired. His groans became more like whines, gasping for breath between each one that she ripped from him.

“Rey--” He stuttered out, “Rey, Rey, Rey, ReyReyRey.” Her name became a litany, the purest expression for what he was feeling, so inadequate was any other word in any other language.

Rey had replaced her right hand with her left, the same actions awkward with her off hand but still pleasurable.

“Ben,” she whined, wanting him to feel what she felt, hearing her name spoken with such reverence.

“Oh, fuck-- Rey, I’m gonna--” Whatever he was going to say became swallowed by a broken cry as he queezed his eyes closed. Ecstasy didn’t just wash over him, it pulled him under like a riptide and tried to drown him. The first two jets of cum flew straight over Rey, probably off his bed. The explosion startled an “Oh!” from her, and she released him in her surprise. Immediately he replaced it with his own, jerking furiously as more cum leapt from it, striking her high on her chest, her breasts, her stomach. He was panting like he had sprinted a mile. When he opened his eyes again he looked drugged.

After he took over, she returned her right hand to her pussy, her vision glued to the sight of Ben coming completely undone before her. His semen was hot on her body, cooled by sweat exposed to the open air. Curious, she touched a finger to a stripe of it and delivered it to her tongue. It was salty, but overall mild, not unlike what she knew herself to taste like.

After a few moments, Ben appeared to recover slightly, his eyes mapping the stains he’d left on her skin, wanting to lock the image in his mind for eternity. He felt a little guilty about the mess, but Rey didn’t appear to mind. He thought of wiping her off with his blanket, but he leaned forward and used his tongue instead. Rey’s eyes, which had fallen shut as she chased her own release, popped open. He thought she might send him away again, but she didn’t. He used firm, efficient strokes of his tongue to clean her, the gesture oddly endearing. He cleaned her stomach first, than her neck. He saved her breasts for last, the contact on her sensitive flesh making her gasp sharply.

After the last of the cum was gone he did take a single liberty my pulling one nipple into his mouth and running his tongue slowly over it. She made one inarticulate cry, followed by his name, before falling over the edge herself.

He pulled away to see her face, to capture that too, but in the space of a blink, she was gone.

#reylo #reylo fanfiction #fanfiction #my fic #my writing #yo guys this is my first fic in over a decade but it aint too shabby

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vaelredetris · 5 years

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CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE PROMPT

01. Tell us about your character’s name. Was it given to them or chosen? Does it hold any special meaning? If your character has aliases or nicknames, how did they get them and what do they mean?

CONTENT WARNING: suicide mention //// vaelre was the name of a priestess-in-training who sacrificed herself when mandalorians came to tear down one of the krath temples. she took out the invaders by showing up at their camping site and blew the place up.

chimera was assigned to her. “a thing that is hoped or wished for but in fact is illusory or impossible to achieve.” they needed a name that they could brand her with. she had to become the enigma they needed her to be. her name is spoken like an omen and is especially foreboding when used in tandem with her partner’s alias.

02. What is your character’s relationship to their homeworld? Do they hold fond memories of it, or do they hate it? Are they still here, and if not, do they miss it?

if given the choice to go back to rhelg, she wouldn’t be against it. it just won’t be super sentimental. home is neither rhelg or the temple walls she grew up in. home isn’t the ashes of her parents who crumbled to their own ambitions or the death witch she called her guardian. for however long her childlike innocence lasted, those years gave her enough fond memories to last a lifetime. she’s not reliant on those feelings. they do provide her with experiences that she can draw from when she plays a role.

03. Describe your character’s relationship with those who raised them. Was it positive? Negative? Neutral? What sorts of ideologies were they raised with, and do they still stand by them now?

she did love her parents. although they tried to push her into believing that the force and the sith was everything supreme in life, she idolized her parents above all. the way they spoke with such devotion towards their beliefs, she saw them as the ones who opened up the universe and hung the moons and stars. now that they’re gone, so is her faith in the practices of the krath belief. there are some beliefs that she can’t help shake herself of, but she knows that she can’t follow in their footsteps.

galentra, thIS MF. if vael’s parents were the ones who held the heavens up, galentra was someone who fell like lightning from heaven. she groomed vael to take her place as a cog in the sith empire. but she didn’t let vael go without giving her the tools to fall back on. to this day, vael won’t trust anybody completely due to her fear of being betrayed again.

04. What is your character’s relationship with the Force? Is your character Force-sensitive? Whether or not they are, do they believe in it? Do they lean more towards the dark or the light or are they somewhere in between?

she yearns for it in the most holy way where she wishes it will stain her through and through. she knows she’s not meant to commune with it in the same way others are. she accepts the closest proximity to it as she can manage. it surprises no one that she would submerge herself in the dark ways of the force if given the chance.

05. What three word would you use to describe your character? What three words would your character use to describe themselves? What three words would someone close to them use?

i’d call her a weaponized manic pixie

vael would call herself “FuN EdG3 L0rD”

boaz would describe her as a “charmingly cute disaster” or “(the) headache i (can’t/won’t) get rid (of)” the latter is more than 3 words and i misused the parentheses but i don’t care. it had to be said

06. Describe your character’s aesthetic. Do they tend towards fashion or function? Do they like to accessorize? How does this extend into their own personal spaces, such as their home or their workspace?

her habits ranges from wearing the same outfit for 3 days straight to constantly changing outfits mid day. and no, the outfits she changes into aren’t always clean. ultimately it depends on if she’s working or not. but her everyday outfits has a lot of gold and deep red tones. long flowing fabrics are fun but she doesn’t always have enough money for those. her workplace is described as organized chaos, but it’s more chaos than organized. she’s a bit of a hoarder. just a tad.

07. What are your character’s vices? Guilty pleasures? Bad habits? Weak spots?

haha. sex. it’s sex. she was taught that sex could be used as a tool to control others. but she also treats it like small talk about the weather because this is how she gets to know someone. for most it’s a quick hack into seeing what their personality is like. but most times she’s just having a great mf time.

she also drinks a lot

as far as bad habits go, she likes poking at her bruises. doesn’t drink enough water. chooses foundation that’s too late for her complexion but says it’s part of her aesthetic.

she has a weak spot for people who start talking about stuff they’re real passionate in. *chef’s kiss* she loves that shit

08. Tell us about your character’s relationship with food. What are their favorites? Do they enjoy cooking? Are they adventurous? Will they eat absolutely anything or are they hard to please?

will eat cardboard if she has to. she’s the type who puts ketchup on stuff and calls it a day. she’ll try anything once really.

09. How does your character feel about engaging in relationships—romantic and / or sexual—with others? What is their history like? Do they fall in love easily? Are they constantly in and out of relationships?

she doesn’t do love. she does hate being alone. she’s dated a string of people just because she had the time and found someone attractive. humans, near-humans, aliens, nobody is safe from her! she’s gotten out of that habit for the most part recently. having the work spouse around has “””grounded””” her. like having an external conscience that’s a lot harder to ignore

10. What is your character’s pain tolerance like? Can they hold their own in a fight, despite injury? If someone hurts them with the aim of gaining information, how much can they take before they cave?

that scene in Umbrella Academy where Klaus was tortured but he got turned on. that’s the approach vael would take with being hurt for the sake of intel gathering. she knows how unsettling it is for other people. when she’s set on something, her stubborn mind will sacrifice everything to reach the goal. sometimes she’ll get so angry that it clouds every pain receptor in her head. she’ll bulldoze her way over to you in a fight, intestines trailing along if need be.

11. What is your character’s weapon of choice? Are they more skilled as a melee fighter or do they have more skill with ranged weapons? What’s their fighting style like? What sort of training do they have behind them?

she wields a mid-length serrated blade. it’s not the most efficient weapon but it is effective for maiming. her combat skills aren’t as refined as other fighters. her fighting style is more sorcery based for mid to long range fights. she specializes in manipulating bolts of lightning.

12. Does your character have any words or catchphrases that they say frequently? Tell us about how they picked them up.

she’s a parrot. she’ll pick up anything she hears often and then lose it if she’s not constantly around it. right now she’s in her “LOOK....LOOK” phase

13. Tell us about a negative experience your character has had with either the Jedi or the Sith, and how this has affected their standing. Whether currently aligned or unaligned with either faction, if forced to choose, how would they side?

there is a distinct memory of a directive officer who questioned whether boaz was purposely letting their captive off easy. the officer used vael as an example to get to her partner. she was left tip toeing the edge of consciousness before the officer had let the offense go. it took her weeks to recover fully.

despite vael having more negative experiences with the sith than the jedis, the sith culture is all that she knows. she grew up hearing about the monster on the other spectrum of the force for so long, she’s never stopped to question it. she’s convinced that she’s help convert and torture so many of them, that they would not offer the luxury of repentance to her.

14. How would your character react to seeing a relative or friend on the opposing side of a battle or mission?

::::||| oh you mean, how will she react to being betrayed? she’s grabbing her knife and charging

15. Describe a memory that your character finds embarrassing.

these memories mostly of the nsfw nature. once she tried to sit on someone’s face and accidentally broke their nose. it’s like 60% embarrassing, 40% funny to her

16. What goals does your character hold for themself and what steps have they taken towards achieving them? How far are they willing to go to reach them? What is their be-all and end-all?

essentially, vael aims to go through life unapologetic and uncensored. she outgrew her objective to be stronger than her parents. she realized she doesn’t want to become strength embodied. in actuality, she just wants to be adjacent to it and be in its company. she wants to find something to be passionate and devoted to, something to lend her skills to. the sith empire is the closest thing that fulfills that need

17. What is the one thing your character would change about their life if they were given the chance? What other lives could they have lived as a result?

she would like to have killed galentra before she had the chance to sell vael off. she imagines herself being a vagabond, traveling through space. there’s a part of her that assumes she’d still end up where she is today.

18. Living in such a high-conflict time, how does your character feel about doing what they must to survive? Will they hurt or kill others—either directly or indirectly—to protect themselves and / or those close to them? If so, do they regret it when all is said and done?

it’s kill or be killed. she’s never held others’ life in high regards. if someone needs to be taken down, she’ll get the job done. what is a regret.... if her parents were alive, that would present quite the dilemma for her though. good thing they’re DEAD. D-E-D. DED

19. What is the biggest problem your character is currently dealing with?

adjusting to having her audio perception being out of whack. any time someone talks to her on her right side, she can’t hear shit.

20. Give us 3+ headcanons of any length or subject matter.

she experiences frequent night terrors. it’s only when she’s absolutely exhausted that her mind won’t jolt the rest of her body awake in the middle of the night. this is why she’ll always be the one who sneaks out first after a one-night stand

she is a really good artist. with her illusion based powers, she’s required to picture the scenes in her mind first. this comes naturally to her as she’s a visual person. she’s completely self-taught

it’s in her gut, this feeling that the other shoe will drop any time soon. she doesn’t know what she’s expecting exactly. it’s not like things are going super well for her, but she is comfortable. she has this paranoia that sometime will change drastically in her life.

bonus. Give us a list of any length telling us why our “fave is problematic.”

cries on command to get sympathy

impulsively spends money

steals boaz’s rings sometimes

takes everything personal

always plays the victim

cackles by default. no giggles. no small chuckles. just cackling.

can’t navigate to save her life

never learned how to drive/pilot either

stole candy from a baby once

#( headcanons )#sidereal prompt 01 #i feel... sad?? for her..

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hulklovebot · 6 years

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thought of her.

thor odinson x reader

summary: he’s shunned himself of every thought about a woman since jane left him, but now? he doesn’t feel guilty about imagining her, so he lets himself get carried away.

author’s note: hii! this is my first smut and first oneshot on this blog, so if you wouldn’t mind leaving me some feedback, or a follow - i’d appreciate it!

warnings: smut!!, fluff if you squint, male masturbation, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex

Sinking into bed after a long day was an amazing feeling for everyone but for Thor, it felt like sliding into heaven after spending a day in hell. Not that it was really much different from other days, days when he didn’t have to go on missions, but sitting about, discussing future escapades with Steve and Tony and planning out different events wasn’t nearly as fun as it once was. After spending so much time as an Avenger - some yearning child’s dream career, he had no doubt about it - it all got just a bit old. And he needed something new, exciting.

Which isn’t to say a job, not really. Maybe something new, or someone.

It wasn’t far off to say he’d been a bit deprived of any intimate company recently, whether it come in the form of a male or female. He and Jane had broken up months ago and it didn’t even hurt him anymore to think about her, even if he’d spent so much time hoping she would come to his door and love him again, want him back like he wanted her back. Thor was over it - over feeling awful about things he did and didn’t do, feeling miserable about the woman he’d considered the love of his life not seeing him the same way anymore, feeling guilty whenever he went out to see other women. He hadn't been with anyone since. Hadn’t really thought of anyone.

(That’s a lie, is what he said to himself in bed, thinking of it.) There’s one person. One girl. And he’s thought about her for so long.

Thor wasn’t sure what Jane was doing now, or who Jane was doing now, but they’d been over for - whatever it was - coming up on 7 months. And he didn’t deserve to feel guilty over not being caught up in her.

And then there was … her.

Radiant, beautiful, all of the synonyms for the most wonderful words out there - the only that could describe her, but they would never suffice. Thor thought he could be in love with her, but just a bit.

Thor felt - a connection. That he’d never felt before. She was one of the strongest woman, the toughest Avenger though he’d never tell it to anyone. He wanted to love her, and he wanted her to love him. It was simple as that and yet not at all.

But - it went beyond emotional. Because all attractions do.

As Thor sat up, taking his shirt off and unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down his legs and kicking them onto the ground, he thought about it. Surely Jane hadn’t been as wracked with guilt over their breakup as he had. Maybe she found someone else. So why should he shun every thought he’s had of another woman, for fear of her coming back and being hurt by his actions? Why shouldn’t he let himself imagine what it would be like to be with a human who wasn’t her?

He laid back, resting his hands on his stomach. Then he slid it down, just a bit further, and further, until his hand was rested just above the bulge in his underwear.

Thor knew. He should embrace this attraction. Let it happen, thinking of her, the beautiful woman he wanted to love. So he hooked his hands in the waist of his boxers and tugged them down, freeing his still-soft cock.

He wrapped his hand around his base, taking one deep breath and checking that the door was locked. Then he allowed his mind to go into overdrive, filled with the one main question: What would he do to her, if he could have her?

He knew.

He’d take her into his room, late at night when everyone else was sleeping. Maybe he’d push her onto the bed, but the stronger part of him wanted her against the wall so that was how he’d have her. Fingers working at the buttons on her shirt, kissing her so intensely she was whimpering before he even did anything. He’d push her shirt off, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the ground.

Her chest was soft and round, he knew, the Avengers had no shame around each other when it came to nudity - how could they, with the amount of injuries they sustained on missions? Thor had seen her so many times, unable to touch, watching like a civilian at a museum at the masterpieces. With her up against a wall, his body forcing her there like a wall, he’d dip his head and wrap his lips around her nipple, kissing all around the mounds of her breasts. Rubbing at the other, the one he couldn’t give attention to, tweaking at her nipple before switching where his mouth went, and she’d be arching into him, his name like a soft prayer on her lips.

‘Thor … ‘

(He grunted, hand working at his shaft, pumping up and down. This was going to make him break. Just thinking of her.)

He’d get on his knees, tugging at her leggings and getting them in a pool around her ankles. Thor would admire her, for just a moment - lace panties, dark crimson, a beautiful mixture with her skin, so delicious. He’d press his thumb against the damp stain on her panties, feeling the wetness even through the fabric. And she would moan out, throwing her head back against the wall, and maybe he’d get it.

She would have wanted him like he wants her. And it would spur him on.

(Spurring him on now, thinking of it.)

He’d rip her panties. Too excited, too desperate to get them off.

Maybe she’d scoff, hand going to his hair, pulling the growing blonde hair back so he was looking at her, eyes full of desire. “Those were my favourite panties. You should buy me a new pair.”

He’d hum, bringing his face in close to her core, so every breath sends vibrations straight up her pussy. Then he’d lick his lips, knowing she can feel the outline of it by how close his mouth is to her. “I’ll buy you all the panties you want, love, so long as I’m the only one ripping them off.”

(This particular thought makes Thor release a strangled moan, followed by her name, strangled yet clear.)

Thor would dive in like he was off to the chair and she was his last meal, dragging his tongue up her slit and grazing his teeth against her clit. She’d cry out and her knees would buckle and he’d hook his arm under one thigh and bring it up over his shoulder, steadying her just a bit and giving him easier access to what he’d be devouring. She’d taste so delicious too, better than any dessert he’d ever eaten and much more savoury. Like a treat made just for him.

His tongue would trace shapes along her slit, maybe spelling her name, writing the alphabet in her wetness. She’d be so wet, god, practically dripping all over his face and her thighs, and he’d lap up every last drop. Her nails would be digging into his head because she wouldn’t let go of his hair, would make it feel so good and just on the brink of hurting but he wouldn’t care, not at all, just focusing on devouring her.

Her hands in his hair would tighten to the point of pain as he flexed his tongue out, thrusting it into her, making her moan his name so loud that he could feel his pants tighten, feel every inch of his dick quivering.

(Thor’s hand on his shaft picks up the pace, and his legs tighten.)

When she’d come it would be catastrophic, juices spilling on his face, half in his mouth and half all over his chin and lips. Her come would taste better than her, if even possible, and the scream she would release would travel straight to the appendage between his legs, straining it so much against his pants Thor would be sure that his parents were going to be stretched out. The leg not over his shoulder would give out and she’d half slide to the ground but he’d be there, of course, grasping her hip and holding her steady against the wall. Thor wouldn’t be unaware of the power imbalance there, her naked and quivering and him fully clothed and cocky. Just as he’d like it.

“You taste lovely.” Smacking his lips as he would savour the taste, but not swallowing all of it, not quite yet. Standing up, swinging his hands under her thighs and hoisting her up so she’d be in his arms. Pressing his mouth to hers and giving her the best kiss of his life, spurred by her post-orgasmic aura and the adrenaline eating her out would have given him.

“Please.” Thor is sure she would say that, voice a high whine, quivering all over in his arms. “Please, fuck me, Thor, I need it - I need you, please … “

(He roared, hand tightening on his cock, hearing the words plain in his mind as if she’d said them right next to him.)

Thor would place her on the bed, ripping off his shirt as fast as he could, dropping it on the ground. Her hands would go to his torso, raking her nails across his abs, and he’d release a moan, louder than he’d want but just as passionate.

Next would be the pants, unzipped and pulled down so he can tug out his dick, thick and fully hard, heavy and leaking with precum. Maybe she’d gasp at his length - murmur that she’d never been with someone this big, god, that would do it for him - bring her hand down, pump him a few times, spread the precum all over him. Thor would grab her wrist, and it’d be so small. She’d be small beneath him, his large body, and his cock would throb at the thought.

“Ready, dear?” But he wouldn’t wait for a reply, sliding into her and her slickness, and she’d let out such a loud moan of his name, one of her hands going to her chest, kneading her breast and tweaking her nipple with her nails. He’d dip his head down because she’d be making her breasts look so delectable, more than they were before, and he’d wrap his lips around her nipple and suck like a baby, filling her pussy to the brink with his cock, hips pressed against hers.

(Thor feels a ball of something growing in his stomach, breath hitching, thumb going to rub against the head of his cock. If only it were her.)

Thor’s hands would grab her wrists as he slid out and then back in, bucking his hips back and forth, thirsting off her moans and shrieks and cries. He’d pin her wrists up, leaving her before him, legs spread and wrists high, his mouth trailing up her chest to her neck and then jaw, sucking hickey into her skin and then silencing her with a kiss.

She’d be whimpering softly, legs going up around his waist, back arching off the bed. He’d feel powerful, almost impossibly so, as she’d clench around him, swallowing the strangled moan he releases.

(It’s coming, soon … )

“Thor - “ she’d mumble, as he would pull his mouth off her and his grip would tighten on her wrists, no doubt leaving bruises. “Thor, fuck, oh my god - I’m gonna come, Thor, please, don’t stop, don’t - fuck - “

“I’m not stopping.” his hips would snap back and forth, and he’d release just one wrist, gripping her soft thigh and pulling her leg higher up. Immediately she’d let out a high pitched cry, and he’d roar out, knowing his release was coming soon. “Fuck, _______, I’m not stopping … “

Thor would let her other wrist go and grap her hips, now, pulling her up so he can press his chest against hers, their bodies now so connected in every way, sweaty chests together and him buried inside of her.

(It’s coming it’s coming it’s coming, he can feel it in every vein of his body - )

“Come for me, baby, come for me … “ it would be all he had to say before she releases, wrapping her arms around him and digging her nails into his back, and surely he’d be proud to wear the small half crescents the next day. The feel of her erupting around him would send him over the edge, and he’d moan louder than ever, letting himself go, finally, coming inside of her with a chest heaving so frantically he’d think he could be dying.

They’d remain in position, breathing heavily, his cock still twitching in her but steadily softening now that he’d gotten his release. And he’d pull out of her, eyes flitting down to look at the cum steadily pouring out of her pussy, and then he’d look at her, eyes round and wide, mouth open in panting, but she’d be staring at him. And she’d look happy.

“I - “ In the aftermath he wouldn’t know what to say. Just what’s on his mind. As he always did. “I love you.”

(His hand is going going going going, working fast and steady, more action than it’s ever gotten and Thor roared. Pumped his cock and then came, the come landing on his hand, chest heaving at the thought of her, how he needs her. Now.)

(Thor pulled his boxers up over his cock, pressing a hand against his sweaty forehead. Tomorrow he’d get her, take her in every way. For now, sleep. It’s the only thing he can do.)

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