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strongheartneteyam · 6 months

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Not the type of girl for you.

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x human!nurse!female!reader

CW: a bit of angst but mostly fluff, wounded neteyam, mentions of blood (nothing graphic but reader is a nurse, right?), friends to lovers, kissing, physical contact, cute neteyam, sexual tension, hurt/comfort, anxious reader, reader thinks neteyam won’t ever have romantic feelings for her because she’s human, love confessions, neteyam flirting with reader

Another one of my works that had been forgotten for ages on my Google Docs and i’m now reviving this pookie and posting it for you guys to see lol comments and reblogs will make me feel so loved and supported! I love you guys so much 💓🌿

na'vi words: sevin tawtute (pretty human), syulang (flower)

Slightly proofread.

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I love you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you

I didn't mean to say what I said

I miss you, I mean it, I tried not to feel it

I can't get you out of my head

I'm not the type of girl for you

And I'm not going to pretend

That I'm the type of girl you'd call more than a friend

Your Type (Carly Rae Jepsen)

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“Look, if I don’t tell you this now I don’t think I’ll ever have the courage to, so… Here it goes…” You said as you wrapped a bandage around Neteyam’s wound after you had cleaned it the best you could but there was still a bit of blood in it. It was natural, though. "I..." You sighed nervously "I like you. I'm sorry..."

You finished tending to his wound and left the bandage at the cold metal table right next to where Neteyam was sitting down while you took care of the wounded areas in his body.

Neteyam looked at you, confused and surprised. He didn't expect to hear those words... at all. He always thought you only saw him as a friend.

"I know nothing will ever happen between us, Teyam, and I don't expect you to answer. Honestly, you can just walk out of here or ask someone else to care for your wounds. I understand if you don't ever wanna see me again. I don't want you to think of me as clingy or that I'm trying to force something because I..." Neteyam watched you non-stop while you were word vomiting "I'm not. I swear. I'm sorry... I made everything awkward. Now we can't be friends anymore. Well, you're all set. Your wounds are taken care of. Hope you heal fast. Gotta go. Bye."

You started to walk fast so you could run away from that uncomfortable situation you thought you had brought upon the both of you but Neteyam quickly got up from the medical chair made specially for the na'vi, bigger than a regular human one, and he ran to you, his long, toned legs helping him, as he only needed like four steps to get where you were, way fewer than a human guy would need.

"(Y/n), wait!" Neteyam exclaimed. You couldn't believe he was talking to you and not to tell you to never speak to him again and that he would never like a human - a demon - girl.

"Can we... talk about what you just said? It's an important piece of information." Neteyam chuckled and then gave you a big, warm smile.

That was so like him. Caring so much about others, trying to make everyone feel comfortable and at ease. That's one of the key things that made you fall in love with him. How beautiful he was on the inside too. If you forget his transcendental na'vi beauty, he would still be so, so beautiful because of how altruistic, kind and brave he was. You felt your heart ache inside your chest. You knew how much you loved Neteyam and how you'd probably love him forever. But you also knew he could never fall in love with a human girl. He wasn't fond of humans. He took after his mother, Neytiri. And you didn't blame him. You weren't that fond of your own race either.

“Can you tell me why you think I wouldn’t like you back?” Neteyam chuckled softly and smiled, his sharp fangs almost making you faint of captivation

Why did he have to be so freaking magnetic? Neteyam made it insanely hard for you not to have all those feelings for him.

“Well, for one, I am human…?” You pointed out, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion

"(y/n), you're not just any human. You understand and respect my Planet and the na'vi ways, you work helping heal our kids and warriors and I think I sense some love for Eywa in you. Being human is not a reason for me not to like you." He smiled, reassuring you "I've actually had a crush on you for... some months now." He confessed as his tail moved from side to side, making his joy apparent

Wait, hold on... what? Did Neteyam just say he had a crush on you? You definitely were not expecting that.

“What did you just say?” Your eyebrows were still furrowed as you chuckled, unbelieving

“I said I like you too, sevin tawtute.” Neteyam smiled and got closer to you, pulling you in, bringing you dangerously close to his strong but soft body

Suddenly, Neteyam put his big hands under your arms and lift you in the air and you feared falling so, before you knew it, you were wrapping your legs around his waist.

His smile grew wider and he said “I’m gonna start courting you now. Do you even realize how pretty you look in your nurse uniform?” His flirting made your heart skip a beat and your legs felt weak. Good thing he was holding you in his arms.

Oh my God… Neteyam was actually holding you in his arms and he said he liked you back and that he was gonna start courting you… That didn’t sound real. You started to wonder if you were dreaming about him again. It used to happen fairly often. You were soon awakened from your thoughts by a sultry masculine voice.

“Syulang?” Neteyam called, realizing you seemed to be somewhere else, and you smiled at him when you understood that it was not a dream but actually reality. Neteyam smiled back. “You get so distracted sometimes." He chuckled "So cute.” Neteyam kissed you softly and quickly, leaving no time for you to even see it was coming before his lips were pressing tenderly against yours. His kiss felt sweet and caring, like you were precious to him. His lips tasted like Paradise and that's exactly where you felt you currently were.

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bronx-bomber87 · 4 months

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Happy Monday Lovely fandom. Not a ton in these episodes for them. Gonna combine these two. Thank you for idea D ❤️ These are my least fav of the season. Not gonna lie whenever I reach the Simone eps in a rewatch I skip around her stuff LOL Never resonated with me. So it’s funny the first ep is called Simone and I won’t really be covering her much at all. Probably be a shorter one with some crumbs. Let’s get going though shall we?

4x19 Simone/4x20 Enervo

We start off with an actual bang. John and Lucy respond to a suspicious activity call. It's near a power station in Griffith Park. They find a bomb and get out just in time but not before they’re thrown to the ground by the blast. They get thrown pretty damn far and are fairly banged up. It's insane how much damage they took even clearing the building.

Tim shows up to the scene and does a worried husband look I love. Checking in on her by doing a once over once he makes it to them. Does a silent check in as he reports it’ll take 12 hours to fix the damaged power station. The silent check in is everything. Once again it’s the little things I cherish especially in low content episodes. It's subtle but noticeable once you know it's there. Trying to contain his concern with her all banged up. It’s ok love your wifey is fine hehe

I love these two shots for quite a few reasons. One you know I love the tall/smol shots. I wish I could put into words why I love it so very much. It’s just aesthetically pleasing is one of the reasons I suppose. All I know is I’m a sucker for it. Second how in-sync they are in their movements and how they mirror one another in the second one.

Third the lack of personal space. Especially in that first gif. Theme of this season I adore so much. Always that gravitational pull of theirs. Lastly look at them. They’re gorgeous just standing next to one another. Also it is unfair Lucy is covered in dirt and soot and looks amazing still. Not fair haha

Oh right there’s a SL too LOL Not me just gawking at them haha The feds show up because this is a terrorist attack. They ask Nolan and Lucy about what they remember about the bomb. Nolan of course is no help. Smh Lucy is able to describe little better for them. FBI says they’re taking over from here. Grey fights it since John and Lucy were almost killed discovering the bomb. Garza concedes and they’re able to work together on this one.

We rejoin our ship headed towards National Guard Armory. They’ve deduced this guys real target was this. Reason he shut down the power was to gain access inside there. They’re en-route to catch him. They find out he’s already on the move and they’ve gotta catch him. Which leads us to this car chase. First off let’s note Lucy getting to drive in this intense moment. It is more common these days for them. I just love seeing Tim trust her so implicitly nowadays. That this is new normal for them. *heart clutch*

Control freak in him has eased up quite a bit with her at least. Maybe not with anyone else LOL Once again it's the little things to love. The spurts of growth. They make me happy. Anyways dude stole a friggin Humvee so taking him down will not be easy. Nolan says they need to stop this guy. No shit John...What do you think the purpose of this chase is? To have fun at a high speeds in a shop for kicks?

Sometimes the words out of his mouth floor me..and not in a good way. Tim is using his military experience in this moment. (Yum) Explains why that’s not going to be easy. He’s basically encased himself in a mini tank. Their usual pit maneuver isn’t going to work on this guy. Nolan offering up another solution. I adore the silent communication and the look. That automatic instinct to check in with each other. I'll never be over it. I love watching them in the field so very much. Just a well oiled machine. Tim is considering Nolan’s suggestion then checking in with wifey before executing it. Love it.

Tim explains their plan to Nolan while Lucy listens in. Tim advices they both hit the doors. Tells them it has to be at the same time though. To avoid the wheels at all costs. Lucy needing to know the why of course. Asks why they can’t hit the tires? Tim explains they’ll die and be a cautionary tale for future rookies LOL Gotta love Lucy questioning why they can't in the middle of a high speed chase. I'm sure she wasn't expecting that to be his answer ha.

Her comment about her mom cracks me up. Anything to prove to her mother she’s wrong and she is right about being a cop. Her first thought not being she’ll die. No it’ll be about her mother being right about her career choice. Lmao Oh Lucy Chen I love you. Also I relate to this train of thought all too well sadly. I do love her saying they’ll be disgraced together. Be more married please.

Tim doesn’t even fight her on this thought. Lucy basically saying if I’m going down you’re coming with. Tim isn’t fighting her at all. His silence is saying lead the way. They’re in this together and I love that so very much. Being a literal ride or die right now in this moment.

I love me some crumbs in a low content ep. Also only they could banter during a high pressure situation and still get the job done. I love them so much. They are successful but find out the driver isn’t their guy but a decoy. Wah Wah.

They regroup at the station after their chase. Nolan asking Lucy if she got any sleep? She then calls out Tim for getting some. Not only does she call him out but nicknames him 'Sleeping beauty.' Looking directly at him the entire time. Making sure he know she is talking about him and only him. All aboard the flirt train Nolan is an unwilling participant in the matter haha

Such blatant flirty flirts. Tim fires back a sassy reply to her jab. Just openly flirting and doing heart eyes out in the open. Ain’t no thang this season lol Shoots back not to be jealous he was allowed to sleep and she hasn’t. Lucy’s reaction is the best. That fond exasperation they’ve had all season long. So used to her husband antics at this point but has to let him know she’s annoyed at him. Damnit I love them sfm.

They end up finding his base of operations. Lucy of course breaking the case. Cause she’s brilliant finds a word he’s written down by doing an etching off a wall he used. ‘Enervo’ Garza telling them it means 'To deprive of power.' John asks Tim what the military’s first target is? I love watching Tim flex his military background again. It’s sexy af. Seriously gets me hot and bothered *fans self* Tim and Lucy cracking this case right open. You’re welcome everyone haha That’s it for this one. Low content one since it was meant to launch rookie feds. Next one has even less so this is why we’re combining them.

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Side notes-Non Chenford

I do love when Nyla and Angela work together. Two bad ass woman just doing their jobs like confident BAMFS.

4x20 Enervo.

We find out he’s rented U-Haul’s and it’s going to take out the biggest roads with them. Crippling the city and killing thousands. They can't get a warrant right away to track them so everyone is in on the hunt. As always I love watching them in action in the field. That second gif their cop eyes have been activated. You can see them combing the street together. They’re so in-sync as they search the streets for one of the five U-Haul’s. I could go on and on about how much I love their work dynamic I really could. But I'll stop there ha

The trucks are divided up into states. Cause well that’s U-haul haha if you’ve ever driven one you’d know. Always got graphics or other states on them. One has already exploded unfortunately so they're down to 4 trucks that need to be found. Lucy and Tim spot ‘Florida’ and are in pursuit of it. I love how calm they look. They’re chasing down a bomb and look determined af. Like I said before well oiled machine. The gifs above represent that. They are poetry in motion in the field. What made 5x22 battle scene so epic. Was that on steroids ha

That’s kinda it for them in this one. I can add this last lovely gif of them in the field. Seeing how they move in motion together. It is impressive to see how in-sync they always are. Shared brain thing I love so much. I’m sorry there isn’t more. I mean it’s not my fault but I’m still sorry LOL

We shouldn’t hit this again. Even the light one in S5 is really good and would fill a review well so this will be the last scant ep for them. Probably won’t combine them again ha

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Side notes-non chenford

Smitty reporting in he got ‘Utah’ Grey being ecstatic and saying he took back every negative thing ever said about him. Poor Smitty is all sad ‘You’ve said negative things about me?’ LMAO

Thank you as always for those who like, comment and reblog these reviews. You’re all amazing and I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know. Shall see you all in 4x21 :)

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blockgamepirate · 1 month

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(that post was so banger it finally made me register an alt) Honestly, you are so correct about L'Manberg

I remember regularly lurking around mcytblr and reading analysis and I think I only saw coherent L'Manberg nationalism analysis from, like, Xephyr and a c!Dream blogger/fan. Which is crazy in retrospect, because the ease with which most of the fandom leaned into fictional country hardcore patriotism was/is kinda insane

And the ensuing anti Doomsday stance -- like we all know that terrorism is bad and shit, but absolute refusal to acknowledge that maybe Doomsday trio and co were not punished by the narrative for having done that was because they were right was. sure something!

omg that's very flattering thank you :D

By Xephyr I assume you mean @considermygenderminecrafted ? Because yes, xe has some of the best L'Manburg critique out there, as well as some of the best c!Wilbur critique, everybody should absolutely check it out immediately (altho frustratingly, I just tried to find some of their posts as an example but Tumblr's search function is still absolute garbage (Xeph, do you have some of your great posts at hand and if so, can you just link some of them in the reblogs or something?))

And yes. There are valid criticisms that can be made of the Doomsday Trio's tactics (which even Techno himself sort of acknowledged later), but at the end of the day, they were on the right side of history

(Well Dream's character less so, but I can't even be bothered to try to analyse him at this point because none of his plans make sense to me)

Also nobody ever seems to acknowledge that Doomsday Trio were acting in self-defence, since L'Manburg had already gone after both Techno and Phil, and was at the time trying to kill Dream as well, although he kinda beat them to the punch (possibly because he already knew they were planning to kill him? idk, I'm not sure if that was ever confirmed or not)

But yeah, the argument about them needing to be punished by the narrative was always absurd to me, and it just betrays the fandom's belief that L'Manburg was supposed to be objectively good, despite all the evidence that it very much was not, not even to its own citizens! And possibly also the unquestioned assumption of "state good, anarchy bad"

Meanwhile the actual narrative repeatedly shows that L'Manburg always ends up becoming toxic, corrupt and ultimately oppressive, even under the Good President, while on the other hand the anarchist commune eventually turns into a sanctuary for all sorts of people who need a safe place to stay (even arguably the aforementioned former Good President when he needs somewhere to hide his son from kidnappers)

And yeah, this is why I did get pretty heated about some of the debates at the time, and I kinda still do, because in the process of assuming that L'Manburg was always the good guys, they ended up repeatedly justifying just absolutely horrific state violence as well as excusing early L'Manburg's xenophobia (as comedic as it initially was), which unfortunately mirrors a lot of real world authoritarianism and xenophobia

To be fair a lot of this was probably also protagonist-centric morality, since most of these people also saw the L'Manburg side as the main characters, but then again what is nationalism if not a form of protagonist-centric morality where you see your own country as the protagonist of the world lol

I might actually need to make a proper post now since multiple people have shown interest, unfortunately I'm also very lazy and kinda made my main points in that low effort post already

Which would mean that it would actually have to be a high effort post to justify its existence

#asks #hopemadethisaccforsendingasks

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heavenlybutler · 2 years

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i can’t keep waiting

part two

pairing: austin!elvis x reader

summary: elvis returns from tour and the two of you officially get together. but problems arise when he explains the plans the colonel has for him.

warnings: (horribly written) smut, fluff, some angst at the end, probably some grammatical errors.

note: i’m embarrassed at how many hours i’ve worked on this part. i’ve written out so many things and ended up deleting them to start over. also, i absolutely suck at writing smut so just bare with me as i try to get better at it. there will probably only be one more part after this one. i’m still shocked at all of the love it’s been receiving because when i had originally posted it, i had no idea for what i wanted in part two. all that being said, i hope everyone enjoys! if you have any ideas for part three please message me because i need all the help i can get lol. thanks so much for all of the love!! <3

elvis kept his promise to you about keeping in touch every day. he called every morning and every night. he’d share every single detail of his days, not wanting you to feel like you were missing out on a second of it.

you had gotten through the first two weeks without elvis with ease. you distracted yourself with work, taking extra shifts just to keep yourself busy. but it had almost been three weeks without him and it was definitely starting to get to you.

you didn’t want elvis to know how selfishly you missed him. you knew he’d turn around his car in a flash if he knew that you’d been lying in the bed crying over him all day. elvis always sounded like he was having the time of his life whenever he called. you were happy for him but it hurt you to know that being away from each other wasn’t really affecting him like it was you.

“you barely said a word on the phone this mornin’. and now, i can still barely get a peep out of ya’. what’s on your mind, baby?,” elvis’ voice echoed out of the phone and into your ears.

“just tired is all,” you mumbled, playing with wire coil that connected the phone to the wall with your fingers.

“you sure that’s all?,” elvis questioned, concern lacing his voice.

you ignored him, wanting to hear your own question answered, “do you miss me?”

you heard a light chuckle from the other end of the phone, “‘course i miss you. i tell you everyday, sweet heart. why would you even question that?”

“it’s just… you sound like you’re having the best time- which i’m so happy about. god, i’m so proud of you, insanely proud. you know how happy i am for you, i tell you all of the time… but it’s like i’m drowning without you here. and i know it’s selfish to say… i just feel stupid because i’m the only one drowning…”

“y/n, you’re the first thing i think about when i wake up in the morning and the last thing i think about before i go to sleep. you never leave my mind lonely. you’re always there, not anyone else, you. i miss you just as terribly as you miss me, i promise.”

you immediately felt guilty for asking that after his sweet response, “i know- and i’m sorry. i just miss you, like a lot.”

“ain’t gotta be sorry, darlin’. you don’t have to miss me much longer either ‘cause when i get home, you ain’t leaving my sight,” elvis chuckled, bringing a small smile onto your face.

“only one more week…,” you reminded yourself out loud, trying to keep positive.

elvis and you conversed for a few more minutes before yawns started to escape both of your lips.

“getting sleepy?,” elvis asked.

“a little but i would rather stay up and talk to you,” you yawned, once again.

“i’on wanna keep you up ‘cause i know you got work in the morning… i’ll call you as soon as i wake up, ‘kay?”

you groaned, knowing you were going to miss his voice as soon as the phone call ended.

“okay,” you mumbled, elvis hearing the pout in your voice which earned a chuckle from him.

“i love you, y/n. sweet dreams.”

you never got tired of hearing those first three words coming out of his mouth. elvis hadn’t forgotten to tell you those words before ending every phone call in the past three weeks

“i love you, elvis,” you smiled, placing the phone on the hook.

“have i mentioned my boyfriend is coming home sunday?,” you spoke to your coworker, maria, with a large smile on your face.

“only about ten damn times,” maria laughed as she rolled her eyes.

maria was a couple of years older than you and she had become one of your best friends through the past year of working at the diner. she was very easy to talk to and was like a big sister to you.

“i’m sorry,” you giggled, slapping your hand to your heart pretending to take offense. “i just can’t wait to see him…”

you and maria talked over milkshakes since there were no customers at the moment. it was currently three in the morning on a friday, you didn’t expect any more customers until the morning rush at six. so the both of you made yourself comfortable in a booth.

“what’s he like?,” maria asked out of pure curiosity.

“well first of all, he’s very- like very, very handsome. he’s caring, sweet…,” you went on for minutes, gushing over the boy.

“i didn’t even know they made men like that anymore. where did you find him?,” maria joked.

meanwhile, elvis was on his way back to memphis earlier than planned, which you were completely oblivious to.

“you ready to see your girl?,” scotty nudged elvis on his shoulder with a grin as elvis drove down the road.

“ain’t ever been so ready for something in my life,” elvis chuckled, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

elvis had told his bandmates about you the day they had left for tour. he needed to tell someone about you, he just couldn’t hold it in. bill and scotty were a bit surprised at first, thinking of dixie. but elvis explained how he had never felt the way he did about you with dixie.

it was something completely new to him, he had always thought he loved dixie until he met you, it was something different. elvis fell in love with you. he didn’t know there was such a big difference between loving someone and being in love with someone until you.

two weeks into the tour, elvis had called dixie and ended things with her. the guilt was getting to him and he just couldn’t drag her along for another two weeks. she took it exactly as elvis expected, tears and screaming.

elvis felt bad for days after but he knew it had to be done eventually. he knew dixie would get over it sooner or later. he had almost gotten the whole situation off of his mind until a few days later, his mama called him.

“why in god’s name did dixie just come here cryin’, elvis?,” his mother practically screamed through the phone, obviously upset.

“i broke up with her, mama…,” elvis spoke softly, hoping his mother would calm down.

“why would you do that? y’all two were happy… been together two years…,” gladys trailed on repeating herself, “why would you do that?”

“i met someone,” was all elvis responded, ready for his mother to explode through the phone again.

“on the road? you couldn’t have known the girl ten seconds, elvis! what were you thinkin’? you two were happy,” gladys spoke with so much anger in her voice and it dug under elvis’ skin to hear words come out of her mouth that weren’t even true.

elvis ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm himself down before he flipped. “mama, dixie ain’t been happy with me for the past six months. she’s always complaining about me having no damn time for her,” elvis paused, waiting for a response but not getting one so he continued. “the girl i met… i met her months ago at that diner me and the boys go to, uptown in memphis.”

“so you’ve been cheating on the poor girl?,” gladys painfully choked out, like he had hurt her too which made elvis’ heart pound.

“no, mama…,” elvis lied through his teeth for the sake of his mother ever being able to look you in the eyes. “we’ve just been seeing each other as friends but i know there’s something more there. her name is y/n, she’s wonderful really. she’s kindhearted, caring, a hard worker… she reminds me of you.”

elvis talked about you for days until his mama finally accepted the thought of you. gladys could tell that her son already loved you just by the way he spoke about you. she ended up telling him, “all that matters to me is that you’re happy.”

so elvis took that as a win in his book, he couldn’t wait to introduce you to her. but he didn’t tell you anything about the dixie situation over the phone, he’d rather tell you in person because it was a lot to take in.

it was pushing five in the morning as you laid your head on the booth you had been sitting in for hours now, trying to fight sleep.

maria had almost fallen asleep too but shot up when headlights pulled into the diner parking lot.

you heard a groan leave her lips before she sat up straighter, “got a customer…”

“rock, paper, scissors?,” you mumbled sleepily as you peered up at her, hearing the door open behind you.

maria rolled her eyes at you, looking over to the entrance where a boy was walking in, “this one ain’t bad on the eyes, i’ll take him.” maria smirked as she got up, your head falling back to the table because the last thing you were interested in was a random boy walking into the diner at five a.m. you didn’t even care to take a glance at him before your eyelids fluttered shut.

that was until you heard a very familiar voice. there’s no way, you thought to yourself before lifting your head up. your once sleepy eyes shot open as you saw elvis standing by the entrance, his eyes already on you.

you immediately stood up and ran over to him. you felt tears build up in your eyes as you threw your arms around his neck. his cologne scent that you had missed for weeks engulfed you immediately as your head rested in the crook of his neck.

elvis’ arms wrapped tightly around your body, lifting you a few inches off of the floor. you had to be dreaming, you couldn’t believe this was real life.

your mouth hung open as elvis placed you back down on the floor, your hands placing themselves on either side of his cheeks. you simply stared at the face that you had been missing for far too long. elvis looked tired and it showed in his eyes, but he looked happy.

“is this real?,” you mistakenly asked out loud. you couldn’t believe he was here, right in front of you.

“it’s real, darlin’,” elvis smiled widely, placing a kiss on your lips that was basically all teeth because the both of you just couldn’t stop smiling. “i ain’t ever leaving you again,” elvis whispered against your lips while wiping a tear that fell down your cheek.

you looked back to the large clock on the wall, maria noticing you checking it as she had been viewing your whole love fest.

“y/n, get out of here! i’ve got this,” maria smiled at you widely.

“are you su-,” you couldn’t get your question out before maria cut you off.

“you love birds better go before i change my mind,” maria said with a shewing motion of her hands.

“i love you!,” you yelled to her as you grabbed elvis’ hand and dragged him out of the diner.

the two of you walked to his car, hand in hand. elvis politely opened the door for you as he always did.

elvis slid into the driver's seat, smiling when he turned to look at your face. he could never get tired of looking at you after going a month without seeing your face.

“what do you want to do?,” elvis asked as he cranked up the car. it was a silly question for it to be five in the morning.

“want me to be honest?,” you smiled as you reached over the console to grab his hand from his lap.

elvis nodded his head as he smiled back at you, “i’d love nothing more to get in my comfy bed and go to sleep right now,” you paused, “with you of course.”

elvis leaned over the middle console to place a short kiss on your lips. “i was thinking the exact same thing,” elvis chuckled.

“mama is out of town with her boyfriend so she won’t be there to chew us out in the morning,” you explained before elvis had the chance to ask. your mom loved elvis but would never be comfortable with letting any boy stay the night with you.

the drive to your house was filled with a lot of comfortable silence besides you questioning him about why he was home so early. elvis explained that the last show was canceled so he and the boys left and headed back to memphis before the sun even rose yesterday.

the two of you made it to your house a few short minutes later. you made your way into the bathroom, putting on your pajama slip that you had taken off and mindlessly thrown on the floor the previous morning.

you then walked into your room, seeing elvis already curled up in your bed. the clothes he had been wearing sprawled out on your floor. his tired eyes met yours as you walked over to the bed.

“comfy?,” you chuckled while pulling back the covers to crawl into the bed next to him.

“very,” elvis smiled, extending his arm out on a pillow so you could lay your head on it. you reached to turn your beside lamp off before cuddling into him. you laid on your side, head laying on his shoulder as you wrapped your top leg around him. it had to be one of the best feelings in the world to simply be beside the boy that you love.

you felt like you could finally release a breath that you had been unknowingly holding in for a month. you were unbelievably content in his arms.

“god, i’ve missed you,” elvis whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead which made you look up at him. the room was dark but the moonlight that came through your curtains illuminated enough light for you to faintly see his features.

you had your whole body wrapped around him but you still didn’t feel quite close enough. you leaned up onto your elbow so you could connect your lips to his. your lips were needy for him and it showed in the way you cupped his face to bring his lips impossibly closer to you.

your tongue almost immediately made its way into his mouth when he opened it even slightly. one of elvis’ hands placed itself on your lower back while his other hand rested on your thigh that was thrown across his body.

your hand left his face and placed it flat on his upper bare chest. you happily hummed into the kiss as you felt something hard on the inside of your thigh which was pressed to his crotch.

at that moment, you no longer thought about dixie. all you could think about was having the man you love inside of you so he was close to you. that’s all that you wanted right now.

elvis tugged at your thigh, signaling that he wanted you on top of him. before you did that, elvis broke the kiss to sit up so his back was rested against the head board.

“c’mere, baby,” elvis whispered as he patted his thigh. you immediately felt him under you when you sat down in his lap. elvis let a groan leave his lips due to the friction of you being sat on his erection.

you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. you yearned for more friction against your damp panties so you began to rock your hips back and forth slowly. elvis’ hands rested on your hips, squeezing them as he steadied you. you rested your forehead against elvis’, feeling his breath hit your mouth which was gaped open from pleasure.

“want you inside of me, elvis,” you whispered against his lips.

elvis had been waiting for this moment for months so he was quick to make it happen. his hands left your hips as you lifted them so he could pull his boxers down. as soon as he did, his length sprung up and slapped against his toned stomach.

you looked down in between the two of, in awe at his size. you had slept with a handful of people but never anyone close to his size. your breath hitched as elvis’ fingers came down to your panties, brushing over your folds as he pushed the lace panties to the side.

“you sure, darlin’?” elvis asked, looking into your eyes deeply. you nodded quickly because you had never been more sure of something.

elvis brought his palm to his mouth, spitting in his hand before spreading the saliva onto his length. he used it as lube, wanting to take any measure for it to be as painless as possible for you.

your hips hovered over his length as he drug the tip up and down your folds, stopping at your entrance. you grabbed onto his shoulders for support before sinking down onto the tip.

“go as slow as ya’ need to, baby,” elvis comforted you as his hands rested on your hips to steady you.

you slowly sank down a couple more inches, pleasure surprisingly ensuing you. a light moan left your lips as your eyes fluttered shut.

“makin’ the prettiest sounds,” elvis spoke which encouraged you take make more as you sink down some, him being halfway inside of you now.

it seemed as if he got thicker the farther you went down which caused you to start feeling a highly uncomfortable pain.

“elvis… i- i can’t,” you whimpered, the pain causing you to squeeze your eyes shut.

elvis’ hand grabbed your jaw, pulling your face close to his. his thumb rubbed circular motions on your cheek to comfort you.

“open- look at me,” elvis spoke, his voice deeper than usual. elvis waited for your eyes to flutter open before he spoke more, “doin’ so good for me, baby. you’re almost there…”

you focused only on his words, trying to forget about the pain. elvis could see the pain you were in from the look on your face and it was killing him. his current pleasure wasn’t worth your pain.

“we can st-,” elvis began to whisper but you cut him off quickly.

“n-no! just keep t-talking to me,” you managed to groan out.

“feel so damn good wrapped around me…”

you moaned as your zeroed in on the praise you were receiving.

“can’t believe you’re all mine… can’t believe your pussy is all mine,” elvis said as you finally bottomed out.

suddenly feeling him hit a spot inside of you that you didn’t know was there. your head went completely numb as your mouth dropped open. the pain was still there but it didn’t compare to the amount of pleasure that ensued from the head of his cock sitting on your sweet spot.

elvis could have let go at the pure sight of the scene in front of him. he thought he loved you before but he felt something even stronger as your tight walls fully engulfed him. elvis was now experiencing an obsession over you. he was absolutely and utterly obsessed with you.

you stilled for at least a minute, trying to get used to the feeling of the new found pleasure.

“wan’ me to help you start movin’, darlin’?” elvis asked as his hands left your cheeks and placed themselves on the underside of your thighs.

“please,” you managed to whimper out.

elvis gripped your thighs as your knees dug into the mattress on either side of him. he began to lift you gently, sliding you down on him even more gently.

the pain started to subside the more you moved so you kept going. a moan left your mouth each time his tip hit your sweet spot.

you brought your mouth to elvis’s, pressing opened mouth kisses to his lips every few seconds.

elvis’s hands left your thighs as he noticed you were now guiding yourself up and down on him. elvis enjoyed the slow pace you were at as he looked down in between you, watching his cock disappear into you when you bottomed out.

elvis started to bring his hips up to yours so you wouldn’t have to do so much work by yourself. but once he started he just couldn’t help himself from going faster.

suddenly elvis was fucking up into you, at a harsh and fast pace. you didn’t know what had came over him but you let it happen. the most erotic sounds escaped from your mouth as his tip hit your spot, over and over again.

“such-a-good-girl-for-me,” elvis grunted in between thrusts. those words alone bring a new sensation inside of your body.

“elvis, i-,” you started but couldn’t get the words out because of elvis repeatedly pounding up into you.

elvis felt you clench around him, immediately knowing what your previous unfinished sentence was about.

your whole body began to shudder, the unfamiliar feeling in your stomach unwinded while elvis still pounded into you. sobs spilled out of your mouth from the pure pleasure that was running through your body.

elvis wrapped his arms around your body as he flipped over to lay you down on the mattress, his cock still in you as he did so. elvis brought your legs around his waist and rested his head in the crook of your shoulder, slowly pushing into you.

a sob of overstimulation left your mouth as you clutched onto elvis’ broad shoulders.

“i can-can’t,” you groaned out, elvis stilling inside of you. he pulled his face from the crook of your neck to look at you.

“you can be a girl for me… i can go slow for my good girl. take me for a few more minutes?,” elvis asked but it came out as more of a demand.

you nodded your head because you’d do anything to make him happy. as long as he was happy, you were happy.

elvis was absolutely pussy drunk as he began to slowly pump himself in and out of you. in that moment, he had never felt more in love in his life.

“love you so much, darlin’,” elvis whispered into your ear, peppering kisses below it. “s’glad you’re mine…”

elvis had never experienced sex this good in his whole life and neither had you. he never wanted it to end but he knew that wasn’t realistic.

“ain’t no man ever gonna touch you this way again. you hear me?” elvis grunted, his pace growing sloppier. you loved how possessive he was becoming over you.

“i’m yours, all y-yours,” you breathed out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer to you.

elvis brought himself deeper inside of you with every stroke. the feeling you felt earlier returning to your lower stomach.

elvis brought his head out of the crook of your neck to look at you, “i’m gon’ marry you one day…”

the words made your eyelids flutter open, finding elvis staring at you with pure lust in his eyes.

“you want that, darlin’?”

elvis bottomed out inside of you, staying still for a few seconds which almost drove you up at the wall.

“y-yes,” was all you could manage to choke out because your orgasm was very close to approaching again.

“gon’ have all my babies? let me fuck you like this for the rest of your life?” elvis rambled breathlessly.

“mhm…” you moaned out as you gripped onto his black hair.

elvis decides in his head from that moment on, that no one else would have you. you were his and were only ever going to be his.

the next few days were spent with elvis by your side every second. he finally told you that he ended it with dixie weeks ago, which you shouldn’t have been so happy about but you were. you were just happy that he was yours, officially yours.

elvis introduced you to his parents and immediate family very quickly. it was so quick that you barely had time to process everything around you, but you were happy. gladys and you got along surprisingly well in the past week. elvis would bring you around everyday, you felt like you were invading but elvis insisted on it.

you were helping gladys clean up the dishes from the meal you and his family had just enjoyed. elvis and his father sat at the kitchen table and chatted as you made small talk with gladys.

the whole day had been wonderful but you felt like elvis was on edge for most of it. you thought about asking him if he was alright but you figured you were just overthinking.

that was until elvis suddenly stood from the dining table, walking over to lean himself on the corridor of the kitchen.

your attention was drawn to him when you heard him let a cough out. you looked over to find him nervously fiddling with his fingers.

“um… i wanted to give it some time until i brought this up,” elvis spoke, looking between you and his mother’s nervous facial expressions, “but the colonel fellow that took me on the hayride tour… he thinks we could do some great things together.”

gladys sat her dishrag on the side of the sink before asking, “great things… meaning what, elvis?”

elvis’ eyes traveled down to the floor as he continued, “television, recording contracts, hollywood… the colonel wants to represent me exclusively. he wants me to do more shows with him. he said he could have me signed to a big record label that has national distribution… like rca.”

the words that flowed out of his mouth sounded absolutely crazy to you. you thought there was no way that any of those things could happen.

“elvis, you sound crazy… i don’t know what this colonel has put in your head to make you think he could do all of these things. sam phillips is a good man we can trust but we don’t know this colonel from a nail in the wall,” gladys spoke with disbelief in her voice which also showed on her face.

he would be leaving you again… and that was the only thing that you could think about. elvis had promised he’d never leave your side again but apparently he had completely forgot about that promise.

elvis continued to go back and forth arguing with his mama. you stared emptily at the kitchen floor, you couldn’t process any of the situation that was going on around you.

“darlin’,” you heard the familiar nickname come from elvis which pulled you out of your staring trance. you looked up at him, not even wanting to hear anything else come from his mouth because you it would be disappointing.

“the colonel also mentioned to me that i’d have to put it out there…,” elvis paused to nervously look away from your eyes, “that i ain’t got a girl…”

your heart broke into a million pieces at the sound of those words. the tears that you had been holding in were now falling down your face. you couldn’t even look at him anymore, it was making you sick.

you quickly ran out of the kitchen and past elvis, escaping his failed attempt of grabbing hold of your arm. you ran out of the apartment complex as you heard him chase after you.

you sprinted as fast as you could, hearing him shout your name behind you.

“baby, slow down! just come back,” elvis yelled as he ran down the street after you.

you body started to give out on you the longer you ran. you finally had to stop, leaning against a brick building as tears now covered your whole face. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to make the tears subside. you knew elvis wasn’t far behind you but you didn’t know how far until you heard his footsteps a couple feet away from you. elvis immediately tried to wrap his arms around you for comfort.

“don’t come near me, elvis!,” you breathlessly yelled as you pushed his arms off of you.

elvis had never seen you so upset and it was breaking him on the inside.

“baby, i won’t tryin’ to break up with you… i was just-,” elvis started but you didn’t even want to hear what he had to say.

“i can’t do this,” you shook your head as you began to walk away from him. elvis quickly grabbed your arm which made you turn around and snatch it from his grip.

elvis backed up at the sudden movement, “just talk to me… we can figure this out, i promise, y/n. i love y-.”

you cut him off quickly by raising your voice, “you don’t fuckin’ love me, elvis! you’ve kept me hidden away for four damn months until this past week! y-you promise not to leave me over and over! but as soon as i finally get comfortable you’re trying to get out of the door again!”

“no, baby. that ain’t it,” elvis spoke with a shaky voice, “i want you to come with me… everywhere. i want you to be there every step of the way. i won’t ever thinking about leavin’ you again.”

elvis spoke sincerely but all you could hear leaving his mouth was pure bullshit.

“you expect me to follow you around like a damn lost puppy? i have a job, elvis! i have a life!,” you screamed at the top of your lungs, pointing your finger to his chest.

you saw tears begin to fall from elvis’ eyes and as much as it broke you… you had to act like you didn’t care because apparently he didn’t care that much about you.

“i want to make a life for us, y/n… a new one, a better one… one where you don’t have to work your ass off every single day to make tips just to help your mama pay the water bill. all i want is to take care of you, damn it! why the hell won’t you let me?,” elvis’ voice became louder as he got more frustrated with you.

all you could do was shake your head, letting silence linger for a few seconds.

“if this life includes me being hid away in a damn closet for the rest of my life…,” you spoke as you inched closer to him, “then i don’t want anything to do with it,” you spat.

#austin butler fic #austin butler smut #austin butler #austin butler elvis #elvis movie #elvis x reader #austin x reader #elvis austin butler #elvis imagine #elvis presley #austin!elvis x reader #austin!elvis smut

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Hii pretty girl it's ☄️ againn~ (basically revealing my secret identity muahaha)

I'm sending an ask again because my hobie obsession is not going away anytime soon lol (and I feel like you understand me). One of the things that make him so yummy is his frame, you know what I mean? Like I know he's considered to be a little skinny scrawny stick bug person but have ppl actually looked at him in some frames?? His shoulder span is so wide. It looks so nice I swear, I always imagine rubbing his shoulders and back after a long day. He's also so freakishly tall I feel like he's so used to looking down at people. Personally if he were to look at me like that or lean down to hear me better I would probably fall in love right then and there. Plus this guys is so strong cause of his powers, we literally saw him hold up a bus with sheer arm power. You'd never realize it until you're trying to play fight him and you don't even stand a chance

Hoping to hear your thoughts on it as always 💘 have a wonderful day.

hi stinka! as leader of the hobie brown fan club, i would first and foremost like to say that hobie, is in fact, muscular. he may be just a silly little guy but he’s got some really lean muscles. like, hobie is BUILT beneath his clothes and you don’t notice until you touch him or see him nakey ( i would know ). i’ve never really thought about what his body looks like bc i love him so much. he could be ant sized and id make him an enclosure.

but but but!!!! i went on pinterest and this is like the best idea of what his body looks like in my head c: but obvi black

very lanky but built underneath. and you’d have no idea how strong he is — bc he’s not one to show off until — until he does something INSANE. like, i think the first time you realize he’s really fucking strong is when you’re complaining about something like so random like “my fridge is making this weird noise but i can’t pull it out and look :(((“

and he’s manhandling that shit with ease. he just pulls it right out and stands back there like it’s nothing. talking about “yeah it’s a bit dusty. probably needs a clean” as if he didn’t basically just pick it up and rearrange your whole kitchen.

but he’s so so so so so good with knowing his strength bc he never uses it on you, intentionally, unintentionally. it just doesn’t happen. it’s like his brain has this strength cap and he cannot do anymore than he already is. the only time he’s ever snatching you up fr is if you’re at risk of injury. like if you’re walking on the crosswalk and a car comes speeding and it doesn’t stop. it’ll feel like when you’re running a rope attached to you at full speed and it gives up. it’s so sudden you can’t say anything, much less react.

and he is big! not like width but horizontally. he takes up a lot of space. even his general aura takes up space. idk he’s just hobie. you know he walked in the room bc you just do. it’s also very hard to miss him when his head pokes up over the top of the crowd 💀.

don’t get me wrong though, he is a lanky little telephone pole. he just has some really subtle muscles that no one noticed until he’s pulling his limbs a certain way and they ripple and cause creases in his tight ass clothes.

#⋆ ·˚ ༘₊· ̗̀ 💌 ••• ⁀➷ 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 . . .#goose #hobie brown #hobie x black!reader #astv hobie #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n

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Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3 A/N; Hey guys just a little heads up this is just a bit late, but I do plan on updating LTLS on Mondays along with Affairs and Letters. Think of Mondays as Jason Todd Days lol

36- Thanksgiving and Shut Up Tim

Thanksgiving at Wayne Manor was like the epitome of the cheesy quality, a family-bonding autumn aesthetic that could only be seen in a Hallmark preview. You expected the exact opposite due to the internal friction that you heard of, but the only kind of chaos you witnessed was family competition at some games they had come up with. Jason had assigned himself to the kitchen by Alfred’s side, and you were torn to join him or his siblings in their shenanigans. When you realized that it would be a bit difficult to participate in vigilante games, you followed Jay into the kitchen.

And you were extremely happy about it.

You always appreciated Alfred and Jason’s company and being there to help just felt right. As you peeled the potatoes you three talked about what your plans were for the holidays, throwing back and forth ideas for gifts. Jason seemed more relaxed than usual being in the place he knew best. The crease in his brow was gone and his jaw unclenched as he navigated the kitchen with ease along with Alfred. You found it a bit amusing the way he quickly took up after Alfred, in some moments moving exactly the same he did. You knew it must have come from years of learning from him.

Alfred suddenly called you over to the stove. “Will you watch this for a few minutes while I run to make sure the table is set correctly? Bruce isn’t good in the kitchen, and I very much doubt his skills at setting the table as a result of that.”

“Oh,” You looked down at the simmering pot of something that smelled delicious. “Um, okay.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll watch you,” Jason remarked with a chuckle.

You stared aimlessly at the stove, not sure what you were supposed to be watching for or how to make sure it wasn’t burning. Then, your eyes wandered over to Jason. It was hard to not stare at him because he was, in fact, insanely handsome. When he caught the stare you didn’t even try to hide, and he could only reciprocate with a little kiss on your lips. It was brief because, unless there was a strange man harassing you, Jason rarely displayed affection around his family or strangers.

You didn’t mind, though, because the kisses he left on your lips could be felt for hours.

It was nice being there with Jason in comfortable silence, something the two of you cherished. Then, that tacked along with the feeling of just being at home made you feel fluffy, almost like you had just crawled in a big blanket next to the fire after being out in the snow.

“What plans do you have for the holidays?” Jason asked after a few more minutes.

You ran through what you could have planned, but none of them solid enough to say. “I don’t know. Final exams are really the only thing on my mind right now.”

“Oh,” Jason said. You wondered for a second if that was a bad subject to bring up as he had once before expressed his desire to go to school but never could due to his duties as a vigilante. Then, he continued. “Do you need help studying for anything?”

You smiled down at the simmering pot. “No, I should be okay. I’m kind of studied out for now. I do need your help with something since we’re on the topic.”

“Anything,” He reached up to caress your cheek. “I’ll help you with it.”

The declaration sounded so sure and true that it made your heart flutter. In response, you leaned up to peck him on the lips. The two of you were so close to kissing, but were cut off by a loud, “Oh my God, they’re making out over our Thanksgiving dinner.”

Jason’s face flushed red along with your’s and the two of you turned to see Stephanie and Tim standing in the kitchen doorway. You backed off Jason and shamefully looked back down at the pot while he told them to fuck off.

“Leave them alone,” Dick said as he rounded the corner into the kitchen. “Can’t you tell they’re in love?”

Jason rolled his eyes, but you were glad he didn’t deny it. You greeted the three of them as they started to crowd over the two of you to see what was going on.

“What the hell is that,” Tim asked, leaning over to look into the pot.

“I don’t know,” You said then asked. “I thought you guys were playing Jenga in the living room?”

Stephanie grimaced as she sat at the island. “Dick got too caught up in it. Bruce told us to quit before we ended up having a totally silent dinner.”

Dick shamefully said, “I love Jenga.”

Jason’s laugh was quick and taut, mumbling under his breath that he knew all too well how Dick got with the game. You pushed Tim’s face away from the hot food, before handing him the potato peeler.

“If you’re gonna be in here, at least make yourself useful,” You then turned back to Jason to whisper, “About what I need your help with—”

“Jason, do you know what our wonderful friend here is doing for the holidays?” Dick intercepted, leaning up against Jason’s back. “Can she spend them with us?”

“Dick,” Jay warned.

Tim piped up from his spot, potato peeler still in hand. “Yeah, Dick, shut the fuck up. They’re gonna be making out all over our Christmas food next.”

“Shut up, Tim,” Dick said.

He gasped, feigning offense, before averting his attention to Stephanie. Dick rolled his eyes and then asked you what your plans were for the holidays, and you only told him what you said to Jason earlier. All the while, Jason remained quiet, looking down at his sliced carrots with a sense of extreme intent.

Dick went back and forth with Tim and Stephanie before Alfred entered the kitchen. He ordered all of them out, stating that none of them had any right to be in the kitchen if they were just going to distract you and Jay. As Alfred took his place back at the stove, you returned to your duty as a resident potato peeler, but this time Jay moved over to you.

He didn’t say anything and remained quiet for the rest of the time the three of you cooked. It worried you a bit, about his quietness, but thought it best to not say anything until later.

The table was set beautifully, and, from what Alfred told you, was all fixed by him. Apparently, Mr. Wayne had done such a bad job that he had to do it all over again with the help of Duke and Kate. As he told you this, Bruce sat at the head of the table like a reprimanded toddler put into the corner. That didn’t sway the joy of the dinner, though, and everyone talked with utter happiness.

You’d never been to such a big Thanksgiving before, but you loved how warm it all felt. There were multiple conversations going on at once with different people, but you managed to work through a bit of them. After a little while, you noticed Jason had been quiet again. Not that he had been talking much throughout the evening anyway.

You leaned over to whisper, “Everything okay?”

It was at your words he smiled. “Yeah, just thinking.”

“About me, I hope,” You grinned. Under the table, his hand slid over to yours.

“You’re very distracting, just so you know.” You were about to turn away when he asked, “What was it you wanted help with earlier?”

You looked between him and everyone else, before leaning closer, “Well, let me start by telling you I think I know what I’m doing over the holidays.”

“Oh?”

“I think I’d like to spend it with you. If you want—”

Jason nodded, eyes meeting yours. “Of course I do. That’s what I’ve been thinking about all day.”

“I’m glad about it. Now, what I wanted your help with,” You lowered your voice even more. “I was wondering if you could possibly help me find some gifts for your family. Something they all would like.”

“Wow,” Jason said, laughing a little. “I’m regretting saying I’d help you with anything now because that’s near impossible.”

And yet, you still wanted to do all of it.

#jason todd headcanon #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd fic #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #red hood fanfiction #tim drake #batfamily #dick grayson #stephanie brown #alfred pennyworth

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Come What May

Episode 1/?

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader (little one)

Warnings: not much in this one, it’s kinda just easing us into the new setting tbh. Maybe mentions of slight depression, talk about the past?? Slight spice? Idek at this point.

A/n: whats up whores, i missed ya… here it is, the beginning of our new story. I wanted to just kinda jump right in off the bat with this one, so there’s not a lot of delay with the action lol

The humble abode is quiet most days, as you spend more time outside than in. The dreary dry weather of Tatooine had not yet driven you to insanity, so you preferred the outdoor setting to the small home you’d slowly been learning to love. The sand was something to work through for sure, but other than that, it wasn’t the worst place to be. You often thought about your planet of origin, the muddy slave planet Mimban, run worse and tirelessly now by the empire. The whole galaxy had changed so much in a year, you could hardly fathom it. The emperor whom sat at the helm of it all only watched with a demented satisfaction as the legendary forces grew over all corners of the galaxy, but you watched with sadness, knowing the once pure and progressive democracy had been demolished for good. Many good people had died, and you and your husband were left to pick up the pieces. Nothing could be done, no one could be saved. Nothing else matters.

He was working in a small manufacturing plant in Mos Eisley, bringing home credits that provided little luxury. You didn’t realize how much the order gave you until it was all stripped away, gone in an instant and taking everything down along for the ride.

The pain from the past was slowly dulling. It was there every morning when you woke up, and every night before you drifted off to sleep in the arms of your love, but the moments in between weren’t as hard as they used to be. This was the hand you’d been dealt, it was up to you to decide how to play them.

You meditated almost daily, before your shift in the cantina, and after you closed up shop, kicking the drunkards to the curb in order to get home in time to see Obi. He came home earlier then you, but also left very early in the morning, most times while you were still asleep. His sweet kisses to the side of your face, or on your bare shoulder before he left were always felt, even while dreaming. He was everything. Your one reason to keep going, your true lifeline.

“How was work?” You cralwed up behind him, as he was sitting hunched over on the edge of the bed. He was being dragged through the ringer at his place of employment, but he didn’t think it would benefit you to know. He braved through his days, with you on his mind. You were worth the large amounts of upset he encountered daily.

“Better than yesterday,” he admitted, it was the truth. He leaned into your touch as you let your hands wander the expanse of his shoulders. He feels every movement individually, and it calms him. Your force presence has always been strong and commanding, but among all things it was calm, and it was peaceful… and it gave him hope.

“You’re warm, are you feeling okay?” You wanted to check in on him, because though you sensed he was being honest, there had to be something else he wasn’t telling you.

“This whole planet is warm, my love.”

You chuckled into his neck at his response, and shook your head.

“I mean you seem feverish, Obi,” you corrected, and he huffed. Maybe another distraction could deter you from digging deeper. He looked over his shoulder at you, barely catching your eyeline as he smirked.

“I guess that’s simply the effect you have on me,” he turned more, forcing you back from him and into the worn mattress. You knew where this was headed, and though you held no real protest, you just had to tease him.

“I have that effect on most people, don’t take it personally.”

Of course, he is unbothered by this. He nose dives into your neck, nuzzling there as he placed the most gentle kisses upon your skin. He knows he doesn’t have to worry about you having that effect on anyone else. He knows you’re his for the long run, and he isn’t even going to think about how badly you would injure anyone that ever tried anything. You’re his, and he’s yours.

Work was slow, it seemed there was far more commotion happening outside than in the cantina, which was unusual for this time of day. After work, the crowds came rambunctiously piling in to drink their misery away. You often put on the show of their lifetime just to put smiled on some of their dreary faces. You’d gotten quite good at the tricks up your sleeve, tossing drinks and flipping the mixer in the air. The force may have been a contributing factor in your newly developed skill, but your boss didn’t need to know that, or anyone else for that matter.

You knew that if another force sensitive being ever entered those walls, they would feel your signature immediately, but you never worried about it, never thinking it could be a bad thing.

The force, through all the troubles and woes it allowed you to go through, was still your center. The way of which you lived your life around. You may not be a Jedi any longer, but heck, you still acted like one. You even still wore your Padawan braid like it was the most natural thing in the world. No one ever questioned it, so why should you have to hide it away? You still believed that someday, you and Obi-Wan would have the time and be comfortable enough in your living arrangements that you could travel to a beautiful planet, where he could invoke upon you the trials himself. Even if it were never official, you’d be a knight, and could think of the title with pride.

The cantina was ablaze with wld noise for only a second as the door opened up. You recognized the patron, as she was a regular in the bar. She stumbled in, her wild curls bouncing as she shook it off and strolled up too the bar. Her youthful face was strewn together in a look worn to make her seem ten years older. You knew she couldn’t be much older than you, if she was at all.

“Boy, it’s crazy outside. Glad to see this place still intact,” She said, leaning on the countertop as you slid her the usual.

“What’s going on?” Usually you never bothered to ask about town drama, or even little altercations that may ensure. It wasn’t any of your business, and you no longer felt the need to step into citizen affairs. It didn’t concern you anymore. You were not a keeper of the peace, you’re just a bar tender.

“Imps, what else?” She rolled her eyes, slamming the drink back and setting her glass back down. You wasted no time in refilling it. She hated Imperials, you knew that. She only ever complained to you about them, and as much as the topic was. Sour one for you, you listened. No one hated the empire more than you and Obi. You both understood the people’s pain. It’s only been a year, but it’s taken so much. “And don’t get me started on those nasty new troopers. They got em’ just about everywhere, now.”

“What do you mean by everywhere?” You turned to her with a more pointed expression. You saw the ships fly in this morning on the way over, but figured it was just another routine check in. A one stop, to pass through and make sure everything was the way they wanted it to be. Now they were staying? “Peli, what do you mean by everywhere?”

She sighed, staring at her drink for a moment, and just turning the glass in her hand. Everything was going downhill, the panic of the people was setting in, and freedom was becoming something you had to earn, as decided by the Empire.

“They stationed a couple hundred around Mos Eisley this afternoon, no one has the option of turning them away. If the Empire deems your place of work necessary, it’s getting watched like a hawk,” She explained. Your face went pale, and you closed your eyes for a moment, trying to reach out through the force and feel the outside presences around you. It was so crowded, there were troopers every corner. “They even put a squad in my dad’s landing pad. I always wanted to work it someday… Probably gonna get claimed by the Imps before then.”

You tried your best to hide your sudden fear. There weren’t any troopers in here yet, there was a chance you could be overreacting over nothing.

“I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. They’ll probably clear out soon,” you reassured with a forced smile. The young woman before you had lived here all her life, long before you ever set foot in the sand. She knew that this wasn’t just a routine check in, and that there were bigger forces at play.

“I don’t know, it seems pretty serious. People aren’t taking it well, there’s been riots all day… It’s strange,” she paused, finally taking a swig of her freshly poured drink while she pondered her words. “It’s like they’re looking for someone.”

Your blood ran cold and your gaze hardened against the counter-top. You took a deep breath in, and had to regain your sense of self before you looked up and responded, nonchalantly as possible.

“I wonder who it could be.”

“Whoever it is, they must be important for the entire town to get invaded,” she finished her drink, throwing some credits down after her glass and shaking her head with a roll of her eyes. “I gotta get back to the pad, wish me luck.”

“Good luck, Peli,” you took the credits and nodded to her, waiting until she was gone to turn your back on the door. You wait to hear the door close after she was out of it, but instead, it stayed open longer than usual, and brisk footsteps were heard coming up behind you. You turned around, keeping your guard up just incase there was a trooper, or an unwanted patron, but it was quickly let down again and replaced with a smile when you saw the familiar face. “Obi, what are you doing here? I don’t finish for another hour.”

He raised a finger to his mouth, indicating the need for silence as he scoped out the room for remaining drinkers. There weren’t many, knew figured as much. He turned back to you with an aggressive stare, pulling you by your forearm so that he could calmly whisper in your ear.

“Don’t make a scene, go get your things from the back and come right back here.”

His urgency was one you recognized, but it had not been used since the war. He pulled back and looked at you with a heavy weight in his eyes. You didn’t question him, you only nodded, and did what he said. You ‘things’ were not much, but when he said the word you knew exactly what he meant. You always carried it with you, knowing there could possibly come a time when you’d need it. Your lightsaber, concealed in a flask case that was never touched. You grabbed it off of the wall, pulling the strap over your head to lay across your body, and grabbed the jacket you’d gotten for the cold nights. You slid it on your arms and went back to Obi.

“What’s going on?” You asked under your breath, never letting your voice raise, even in the uncertainty. He was quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders, ushering you to the door as casually as possible before murmuring silently.

“We’re being hunted.”

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obviously we’ll never know because the back to back cups were on the heels of mcdavid’s first season but i’ve wondered if part of sid relaxing a bit came with the presence of a Next One (from a purely media perspective obviously the drive to maim never sleeps) but when there’s such unprecedented insane hype around you, it’s got to feel just a bit easier if you’re splitting the bill with a shiny new boy even as you stay in the absolute forefront. which clearly he has stayed in, considering this bedard moment is with him and not connor lol (they’re going with the rookie/vet angle sure but if sid wasnt still sid would that be the angle?) it makes me wonder if connor might let himself breathe a little bit even without a cup (though, canadian market gretzky team complicates that a lot i imagine) either way sidney crosby has been the main character of the nhl for going on 20 slutty, slutty years

I like your train of thought and the #analysis of it all, but I'm going to gently disagree with one aspect which is: I think sid Very Deeply Did Not Like Being "Replaced" As The NHL's Shiny Toy when McDavid showed up! my memory is bad but I feel like sid owned the oilers the first however many times they played with McDavid on the team. he was being flashy and it was very much billed as A Battle Of The Titans by sports media and to me all these games were being deeply fueled by sid's desire to remain on top.

which I think he did! for the first few seasons. connor entered the game at THE most dominant period in sid's career. joined the league the year sid wins cup #2 and then gets injured, and his whole star was a bit dimmed for those first few years by sid's dominant resurgence (world cup of hockey gold, cup #3, conn smythe, etc etc) through the end of 2017.

I think the dynamics have changed now... sid, sadly, just isn't as dominant as he once was in regards to connor. back in those early years there were still debates over who was the best current player, sid or mcdavid (with a few other candidates thrown in). now, sid isn't really in that debate anymore. it's mcdavid, with some votes for mackinnon. but for that first bit, I feel like sid was the embodiment of that s. dangle tweet about him reaching into his enemy's chests and eating their hearts out haha.

TO THE REST OF YOUR POINT: I honestly know precious little about mcdavid on a personal level. he is not one of my Little Guys, so I can't accurately speak to if (by my estimations) he does/doesn't have that "I need to win so bad I'll kill myself over it" gene that sends sid into terminator mode? and I think ego played (and perhaps playS) a significant role in that with sid. he liked being the best. he likes being the Special Little Guy, for all his humble pie attitudes and whatever. and I'm sure mcdavid also likes being the best but I honestly cannot say whether he has siddy compulsive behaviors around it, and if they'll be eased by a shiny new toy.

that being said, I may be VERY entertained if mcdavid goes Turbo Mode this season because he's pissed over the shiny new toy hahaha

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hi not to keep annoying you but i was in the ray tag (again lol) and i saw your post from before episode 6 aired about how damaged ray was gonna be after mew punching him... and so i rewatched pt 2 of episode 7 and mew tells ray he broke up with top, then says hes sorry for punching him but wanted to confront top on his own, and ray doesn't say a single thing the whole time. like he does not say he forgives mew or anything he just sits there.

i thought it was so interesting how little ray actually says that scene. like he sees his friends for the first time since his pain exploded at yo's then got into a car accident and they don't really talk about why ray did it or the impact it had on ray, they talk about everyone else. this compared to the scene before where ray and sand "talk about life's problems to heal their bodies and souls".

anyway now im wondering if we'll ever know the impact mew punching ray had on him, like is it sometime ray immediately forgave mew for, or is it something that he's not addressing but may bubble to the surface soon. or will ray not really sharing his feelings with them in general become a big issue (infamous episode 12 scene im terrified of you)

anyway i like that your meta posts are still interesting weeks later!

Hiiii! :) That’s a great observation. It also reminds me of how Ray reacts to his friends calling him a burden in Ep1; he’s visibly angry and then he just stalks away, leaving them to wonder what’s made him so upset (the lack of awareness from the members of this friend group is honestly insane). Ray’s friends have every opportunity to ask Ray if he is okay or question the source of his behavior, but they never do. Because they’re ignorant or because it makes them uncomfortable? I’d say it’s a mixture of both.

Ray seems to prefer burying all of his pain. It’s why he’s turned to alcohol as an outlet; rather than face the source of his suffering, he’d rather tuck it all away and distract himself. The only time we really see him open up about anything is in the bathtub flashback scene and a few scenes with Sand.

I think Ray is hurt about Mew lashing out, but I think he prefers to push that pain down too rather than risk losing Mew. Ray puts Mew on a pedestal, and he’s understandably terrified of scaring Mew off when Mew is the person he cherishes most. When it comes to Sand, Ray is more likely to lash out and say how he truly feels, which ironically seems like a healthier form of communication (despite it seeming to indicate that Ray isn’t as concerned about Sand’s feelings). I just wonder how long it will take Ray to acknowledge how much he values his ease of communication with Sand.

I would love to see Ray blow up at Mew or any of his friends about the way they treat him, though I’m not sure it’ll actually happen. I think all of their “burden” comments eat away at Ray, but I think he’s used to it by now. I would like to see the friend group come to the realization that Ray really does need help and they’ve been ignoring it this whole time. No one is entirely blameless here, and Ray’s blowup in Ep6 was a very clear sign that he needs help and is even a danger to himself…but of course these issues were swept under the rug yet again by everyone except for Sand.

#only friends #I feel like I say this all the time but even though they’re just college kids there are just some things that they are #intentionally ignoring #Ray’s drinking problem most of all #ask #only friends ask #only friends the series #sandray #raysand #RayMew #sand X ray #Ray X sand #only friends meta #only friends theories #only friends predictions #only friends episode 7

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If you don't mind me asking - what do you think Dream's attitude/reaction towards Tolkien's works (including the legendarium!) would be? (I'm asking a lot of Sandman bloggers this, because I'm extremely curious regarding your takes on this.)

oh! hang on i gotta brush up on my tolkien because i haven't actually read any of the books since like. 2011.

i guess my main thought would be about how dream missed like, 95% of his work when he was stuck in his Jar. my understanding (read: google search) is that tolkien was building up the mythology for his stories before 1916 (when dream was captured), but most of it was not finished/published until a while after.

(this became an insane and mostly unrelated rant i am so so sorry)

i think a lot about how much of his own... area of work and power dream missed when he was trapped. the 20th century, generally speaking, was a time of rapid growth in storytelling methods and media more generally. dream missed almost all of radio, particularly radio as it became a medium for stories. radio was invented in the late 1890s but didn't see a proper rise into a storytelling medium, rather than mainly a direct communication one, until around the 30s. so dream missed the creation and growth of the first, i guess you would call it, networked storytelling, and technological storytelling, and what was... probably? the biggest return to an auditory type of storytelling since the original oral tradition, folk tales, great epics etc, for radio at its peak of cultural relevance (at least in the US and probably the ""West"" more generally, alas i can't speak as knowledgeably for other parts of the world, obviously plenty of other parts of the world had radio in the early 20th century and onward, but i don't know much about its use as a fictional storytelling medium versus for news and government broadcasts. something to look into! part of why radio became such a medium in the usa was because of our rampant capitalism and commercialism lol, so less capitalistic places might have approached it differently - here, advertisers wanted to figure out a way to monetize radio better, but obviously people aren't going to just listen to hours of ads, so they packaged them around stories, live music performances, and variety shows. that's where soap operas as a form come from -- they were originally sponsored by soap companies! also serials, though of course books have also been serialized in the past. and sponsored radio programs also birthed the sort of episodic comedies that eventually evolved into the half hour TV comedies we know today)

which also means - as a direct result of missing radio, dream also missed the rise of television as a medium - it grew directly out of radio, even the big networks we know today, CBS, NBC, and ABC were originally radio networks. television has ended up being a huge change in visual storytelling, not only in its inception, but especially in its more recent years - it's probably the only long-form audiovisual storytelling medium, which is something that didn't really exist before. huge shift in storytelling possibilities. he also missed the development of comic books, and the internet, and the resulting increased accessibility of art and storytelling to both artists and art lovers. he missed an absolutely huge, HUGE shift in the democratization of art and the ability to share it. and, once again, the development of totally new methods of storytelling in the form of internet video! not to even mention the accessibility of MUSIC, music recording and sharing was still in its infancy when dream was imprisoned and now you can get, and make, and share pretty much any music imaginable! and the new genres! and the intermediality of everything and the cross-cultural awareness!

this is not even getting into the new ease of photography, or film, which was also relatively new in 1916. imagine going into a coma when there were only silent films, and waking up to everyone and their mother making tiktoks. the last film you saw was one of chaplin's or something and then you come back and see interstellar in imax 3d. i think i'd explode. (dream would love film, too, it's very dreamlike)

dream returning to the waking world in 2022 and immediately having the entirety of tiktok beamed directly into his head:

(another thing i think about a lot but won't get into because i'm already rambling - hob witnessing the entire development of accessible writing from the printing press to fucking social media. insanity. i want to pick his brain on it

what pushed hob over the edge, do you think. what's the one thing he saw written online that briefly made him regret ever getting involved in printing at all and wish everyone was illiterate again. it was not porn, btw, mr. monsterfucker gadling can handle anything, ok. no, it was something much worse...)

anyway. rambling over. this is all to say that i am not a tolkien expert and haven't read much of his stuff anywhere recently - though i was quite obsessed with it in middle/high school - so my main thought is in relation to dream getting cut off from all of these great stories. it must have been like, to put it flippantly, your favorite tv show getting cancelled halfway through after a cliffhanger XD. he has all these stories from great storytellers - tolkien included - storytellers who are building their whole own worlds in his realm, storytellers he's nurturing and supporting in his own way - and gets ripped away from them. and when he returns, they're all gone.

here's hoping someone who knows more about tolkien can give you an answer more specifically relevant to that. that's all i got for now 😂

#never get me started talking about media history. then again i kinda started myself on it this time #thanks for the ask! sorry for the lack of relevant answer lol #dream of the endless #tolkien #hamelin-born #ask #i think dream would actually like tiktok after he got over the sheer volume of existing content lol #like i feel like the endlessness and interconnectedness of the internet is similar to how it already feels in his mind #media history #belatedly thinking AGAIN about all the stuff dream missed like all of the cultural changes? the story genres? the new poetry and new style?#NEW ART MOVEMENTS? THE MOVEMENTS HE MISSED. DREAM MISSED FUCKING SURREALISM THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE IT WAS LITERALLY INSPIRED BY HIM #all the subcultures of story and art creation he missed. i'm gonna lose it actually

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do you have any headcanons about daeron ii's and myriah's daughter-in-laws?

Oh boy DO I!!!!! I’m gonna organize them in lil bullet point forms cause I have so many thoughts abt them!

Jena:

- Honestly I think it might be a bit weird to say but I think she was the westerosi equivalent of a goth skater girl. Like, there’s probably some old painting of her in Blackhaven as a teenager where she has dyed black streaks in her hair and way too much eyeshadow with a medieval skateboard (horse). I need this to be true in my life

- Her betrothal to Baelor I imagine was to ease up relations with the marcher lords since they probably weren’t too happy about the Dornish having a strong influence on the throne. I wouldn’t be surprised if Myriah suggested the match, and they happened to pick Jena because she was the closest to Baelor’s age

- That being said though, their match went pretty well! I mean for a while it was pretty obvious that Jena and Baelor were basically a pr relationship but over time they did come to care for each other! They didn’t really have the slow burn romance that Daeron and Myriah had but they still had some kind of affection

- She did have her kids pretty young, but not really early in the marriage because I have to believe her weird late teens goth angst was why she named her kids Valarr and Matarys of all things or it might kill me

- If I could give her a friendship with any of her sisters in laws it would probably be Aelinor? But they weren’t like friends friends, they were just able to get along pretty well because they grew up in the same region even though their interests are wayyyy different from one another

- Ngl she probably had some crazyyy beef with Dyanna. Like, those ladies could not sit next to each other at the family function cause it either ended with them fighting (mostly about who’s kids are the worst),or them ganging up to bully another noble while absolutely hammered on some of that dornish red

- Also it needs to be said, Jena was probably absolutely a stunt queen when she had to grow out of her goth phase. Like, she went to the Alyssa T school of Being a Bad Bitch because she probably went riding and sailing with her kids all the time while they were still babies. If Baelor had a dragon she’d be bullying him to take her flying literally every day and get it to shit on the roofs of people she doesn’t like. Myriah’s mentality was “Oh I’m gonna be queen so I have to be careful about what I do” while hers was “Whoah I’m gonna be queen I can do (almost) whatever the hell I want!!”

- Unfortunately tho, it’s highly likely she died with her kids during the great Spring Sickness, but to add tragedy for flavour I think she died after both her sons. Rip queen :(

Aelinor:

- Okay so figuring out the whole timeline/relation with her kinda drove me insane, but my theory for the time being is that she’s Elaena’s stepdaughter through Ronnel, which does make her technically cousins with Aerys through marriage? I think she’s still probably a few years younger than him tho

- I also kinda think Elaena’s behind this betrothal a bit tbh- I think Aelinor really liked Elaena but saw her a lot more as a mentor she aspired to be like rather than any kind of surrogate mother figure

- Personality-wise girlie’s a completeee introvert. Like, I think she wants to be social and charming and all that, but she got that social anxiety that makes it so she’s scared to talk to people and spends most of her day inside reading

- For her hobbies….. I can see her being big into reading and research but idk I also really like the idea of her being big into poems, she likes really analyzing people from a distance and writing lil blurbs about them to spend the time. She’d literally rather die than share any of her works with anyone though, even if it’s really flattering to them lol

- So, I think her social circle’s kindaaa limited to the royal family, I think her best friends would be Aerys, Alys and Shiera cause I think that’d be kinda fun (and also I think she had a bit of a thing for Alys cause….. yuh) :)

- She and Aerys probably slept together like, once on their wedding cause they were completely convinced they would only have to do it one time…. They both regretted it

- And ngl despite the Horrors™️, and the whole of house Targaryen dropping like flies I think she was a lilll glad that Aelora was heir? Not because everyone else before her died, mostly due to the fact that she really liked Aelora specifically and maybe liked to pretend she was her daughter whoops

- Anyways my fun lil tragedy for her is that she outlives pretty much everyone she loves <3 she’d still be kicking during Maekar’s reign as a sorta dowager queen but she’s not doing much with that title, I diagnose her with…… death via heart attack while trying to write her will

Alys:

- Honestly this lady reads as a complete social butterfly to me lmao. Like, really bubbly, charismatic, and likeable as a person- I think she came in as a companion for Daenerys and both Daeron and Myriah decided to set her up with Rhaegel just cause she was really kind (and being from a major house definitely didn’t hurt either)

- For hobbies I can absolutely see her as a lady that was just crazy for birds lol- and that’s an interest I could see her bonding with Daeron over! She loves hawking and keeping some pet songbirds and feeding ravens, ngl I could see her and Aelinor working on a giant bird encyclopedia together lol

- When it comes to her and Rhaegel, I don’t think it was really love at first sight? Like, I think they got along and did eventually bond after the twins were born, but they only fell in love a few years into their marriage

- Speaking of the twins though! I really don’t think she was cool with the idea of them marrying, honestly it kinda horrified her but she saw how weirdly close they became and tried to cope by justifying that they’d be better together than apart with other people cause…. Tbh how the hell else can she get over the fact that her own children are marrying when that hasn’t really been the norm for a bit-

- Oh and she was especially nottt at all happy about Daenora marrying Aerion. Since by then I can imagine she’s lost both her husband and oldest children, she would be f u r i o u s that Maekar would even allow her last daughter to marry his craziest son, even if he wasn’t the one who suggested the match in the first place

- Girlie probably didn’t stay after Aerion died, like- she was quick to pack Daenora and Maegor and haul ass back to the Vale. No she didn’t give a flying fuck that they were considering her grandson as heir, they’re living in the Eeryie forever now!

- She did miss Aelinor after she left though (clueless about Aelinor’s kinda gay feelings rip) so the two probably shared a lot of letters, but I think Alys passed not too long after being back in the Vale from….. honestly imma say slipping on a toy and cracking her head open. At least one of these gals gotta have a sorta silly death

Dyanna:

- Ngl she’s probably second to Alys in being one of the sweetest in the group, but she takes NO bullshit from anyone. As stated before, she’s ready to throw down with Jena at the drop of a hat but tries not to start too many fights

- She and Maekar married out of love. To me!!! Like, idk they don’t seem like a politically advantageous match, so in my brain Dyanna was probably the daughter of one of Myriah’s ladies in waiting and the two ended up falling in love as teens cause idkkkkkk that’s kinda cute <3

- As for hobbies: absolutely cracked at weaving. 85% of the decorations at Summerhall are her tapestries and the other 15% are crafts by other artists that she really liked. She probably weaved most of her childrens’ baby clothes herself and regularly gifts handmade crafts to her family and friends

- Idk if she really had a favourite with any of her kids, but I can kinda say for certain that she definitely had a hard time with Aerion because she felt like she needed to be overly strict with him specifically which….. probably maybe perhaps gave Aerion some mommy issues idkkkkkkkk

- I like to think she had a cat at some point too, and when it had kittens she gifted them to each of her kids but they mostly became general household cats over time (except for Egg’s cat, that was his own and it…. Found itself at the bottom of the well whoops-)

- Canonically she died first out of the gang, and the narrative implies that she died giving birth to Rhae but I’m ignoring it because one fic I read a while ago had her die from breast cancer and honestly while it’s still tragic it also makes it so Dyanna’s not reduced to “woman who died in childbirth #67” which gets some originality points from me

Idk these are all my headcanons, I hope you like them! <3

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a/n: lots of votes yes to post this series on here as well! since there are so many chapters up on ao3 already i'll need some time to figure out how i'll do this. hmu with any questions about the au/series!! (also I'm well aware of the historical inaccuracies involved in this lol, see my m.list for more info abt that)

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Adjusting your skirts, you try not to fidget. You’ve been told to wait outside, as one of the prince’s men would be getting you, yet your hands itch to explore, to familiarize yourself with the rooms around you.

Prince Diavolo’s new endeavor is ambitious, almost naively so, but when the letter arrived informing you that your application had been accepted for the diplomacy program, you had been pleased, because, well, how could you not? It was a matter of dimensional importance, and for you to be the one at its helm… well, you never were one to shy away from arduous tasks, even if they meant you’d be embarking on a journey to stay in the Devildom, a neighboring realm that had begun to take new direction under the prince as the Demon King’s health began to weaken.

You hadn’t yet had the chance to meet Prince Diavolo, who had not only come up with the idea for the diplomacy program but also had put it all together, doing most of the work himself, something other royalty could never do, as their fear of getting their hands dirty limited them in many ways. While your first missive had come from the prince himself, the rest had been written by a duke rumored to be the prince’s second in command: Duke Lucifer of Lamentation. The letters that you’ve exchanged with him have been something you’ve looked forward to every morning, as he was very good at addressing all of your concerns, helping make what seemed to be a dream into your reality.

Much of the information about this program is still a mystery, which, to your grudging admittance, makes sense. The last thing any of you involved want is a breach of information. Trust is thin enough already between the realms, hence the need for the program, and such a scandal would only make it worse, or even cripple the program badly enough to cause a delay.

To your understanding, with what information you had received, the prince’s goal is the unification of the three realms, which for so long have been at odds. Your kingdom was never quite as involved as the other two, but still, the middle dimension is no small deal. Many think the prince insane, but you – and those you’d spoken to before making your decision – had all agreed it was possible Prince Diavolo is truly onto something. He is known as something of a visionary, after all.

The large stone door opens with barely a whisper, drawing you out of your thoughts, and you stand, curtsying.

“Lady F/N L/N, I presume?” A finely-dressed gentleman asks, bowing. You straighten with a nod. “I am Barbatos, Prince Diavolo’s attendant. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. The prince has asked for you to be brought in, as long as you’re ready.”

“Of course,” you say with ease. If you were ready. How odd, for the prince to defer to you and your readiness. “And it’s my pleasure, really.”

Barbatos leads you through big doors and down the shrouded hall. The room you step into is magnificent, with flickering chandeliers, gothic arches, and stained glass depicting a beautiful maiden with an outpouring of white light surrounding her. You curtsy once more, keeping your eyes down.

“Come now,” Prince Diavolo says warmly, his honeyed voice sliding over you. “We do not stand on ceremony here.”

Obediently, you rise, though you’re hesitant. The prince stares down at you, but where any other royalty may have been cold or trying to inspire fear, or perhaps even awe, he looked almost excited, bearing an odd resemblance to the pup that played in the servant gardens of your old manor.

“It’s an honor to meet you, my lord,” you say, voice carrying through the open room. “As it is to have been graced with the chance to take part in this program.” You knew some about demons, as your education had been very thorough, especially once you'd agreed to the exchange, but books on them were sparse in your realm, and, you guessed, noting the lack of bloodstains and eaten souls, out of date.

Prince Diavolo waves his hand, golden jewelry glittering. “The honor is mine. I’m sure you must be very tired from your journey over, so I will try to keep this brief. Welcome to the Devildom. Currently, we’re in the Royal Academy of Diavolo, our most prestigious institution, also known as RAD, where you will soon be attending. The other three chosen for the program, who you will meet soon, will be joining you here as well. This room is the council room, where many meetings are held. I lead this council, meaning I am often dreadfully busy.” He gives a little laugh, but you remain silent, not wanting to offend. “Due to this, I shall now introduce you to His Grace, Duke Lucifer of Lamentation, also known as the Avatar of Pride. He handles much of the work around here and I’m sure this kingdom would be falling down around my ears without him.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, my lord,” the duke says, and you turn your eyes to him. He is dressed finely as well, the very definition of propriety, with fine dark hair and eyes. “Lady F/N, I offer a most heartfelt welcome.”

You curtsy again. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Your Grace,” you say honestly. “Thank you for your prompt and thorough replies to my letters. They did much to put me at ease.”

The duke smiles, but it does not reach his eyes. “I’m glad. I too am quite busy, but shall always be available for you and any questions you may have. In the meantime, my younger brother, Lord Mammon, will be looking after you. He has been tasked with keeping you informed and safe, so please don’t hesitate to ask him for help.” The duke pauses. “He is the Avatar of Greed, and well… you will see for yourself in just a moment. I do hope you’re not a lady with delicate sensibilities.”

His remark, while strange, seems rhetorical, so you parse over the new information given to you while Lord Mammon is retrieved.

“In the meantime,” Duke Lucifer continues, “let me introduce to you some of my other brothers. Here is Lord Satan and Asmodeus, fourth and fifth eldest respectively.”

You all do introductions, and once more you are stuck by the unique looks of them both. So far, none of them have exactly looked alike, but they are all similar in their stunning beauty and piercing gazes.

“It’s delightful to finally put a face to your name, my lady,” Asmodeus purrs, tawny eyes sharp. “I am the Avatar of Lust.”

“The Avatar of Lust?” It is almost refreshing to meet such strange individuals. Your world has such strict, stuffy morals but this at least promised something new and interesting.

Asmodeus laughs, a tinkling sound. “That’s right! The title is a pretty accurate description, if I do say so myself. I suppose a little demonstration of my power can’t hurt, now can it? Would you please gaze into my eyes for a moment?” What he was asking was incredibly improper, but when in Rome… “That’s good,” he says. “I won’t hurt you. Come a little closer, don’t be shy.”

You raise your eyebrows, not enough to be impolite, but enough so that you can convey your skepticism. Asmodeus pauses, a delightful furrow appearing between his brows.

“Now this is odd,” he says. “Lucifer, are you sure there’s a soul in this human?”

The duke sighs. “Yes, assuming Beel hasn’t devoured it already.”

A new demon steps forward, tall and broad. His shock of orange hair only reinforces your earlier thoughts about them not looking similar. “I haven’t eaten anything,” he grumbles, his voice deep and low. With a jolt you remember they're talking about your soul. “But I am hungry.”

“This is Lord Beelzebub, the sixth eldest,” Duke Lucifer introduces. “He’s the Avatar of Gluttony and has a penchant for eating human souls, so I suggest watching yourself around him.”

“How do you do,” you murmur politely, choosing to ignore the duke’s words. Apparently, the books had been correct on some topics.

“I have more brothers,” the duke continues, “but you’ll have time to meet them later on. In the meantime, Lord Mammon will take care of you, as I said before.”

You turn, following his gaze, and see a new face, just as handsome and striking as the rest. Unfair demon genetics, you suppose.

“Do I really have to take care of this human?” Lord Mammon asks, not even sparing you a glance. You’re a bit taken aback by his rough attitude; so far the rest of them, even Lord Beelzebub had been perfectly polite. “Is there not anyone else in this damn dimension that could?”

The duke’s tone was as sharp as a whip. “You will do as I’ve instructed and you will be polite about it. I will not have you raking our name through the mud more than you already have. Prince Diavolo is counting on me to make this program a success and I will not have you spoil it. Do you understand?”

You shoot a quick look to the prince and Barbatos, who merely look used to this sort of quarrel. Prince Diavolo meets your eyes, and hurriedly, you turn your gaze down and away.

Lord Mammon eventually agrees to look after you, though not without a fair bit of grumbling and complaining. You wonder about a chaperone, then stop yourself. If there is an Avatar of Lust, then surely they did not bother with such useless things. And really, this only allows you more freedom to do as you please.

Not that you’d be getting up to anything, you just longed for freedom. Too often you’d been forced to stay in your room, or in the manor while the men were free to do as they wished. Despite knowing it was the way things were done, you chafed under such restrictions, undoubtedly one of the reasons you’d agreed to the diplomacy program.

“Lady F/N,” Prince Diavolo says seriously, taking over once more. “This program to unite our three dimensions may seem fanciful, but truly I hope we’re able to one day make peace with one another. Humans, angels, demons… I believe we can all coexist peacefully. I pray that you understand the gravity of this as well as the magnitude of the sacrifice that you have made, I am, and forever will be, in your debt, and I ask that you do everything in your power to ensure this program is a success. If things proceed as I hope they will, you will be among the first to lead us into a new, better future.”

“I really am honored to be here,” you say again. “This diplomacy program is bold, but I will try my hardest to adhere to my role and complete my duties. I thank you for this opportunity and plan to serve you as I would the queen back home, my lord.”

“That is a relief,” he says, eyeing you shrewdly. You had not expected him to make such a declaration, meaning you did not have a response prepared ahead of time, but you hope your words would ring true in the coming year.

It feels like no time as all passes before you’re alone with Lord Mammon, walking quickly to keep up with him. He navigates the maze-like halls of the Academy with ease, and you wonder how long it’s going to take you to learn your way at all.

“Lord Mammon,” you begin, and he shoots you a near-murderous look.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he barks. “I don’t like you, nor do I respect you. This whole program is utterly ridiculous and I fear Prince Diavolo is a fool for suggesting such a thing. You’re just a lowly human, got that? You’ll always be nothing, especially to me, The Great Mammon.”

If he was looking for tears or offense, you were afraid that is not what he’d receive. You’d been playing the court since you were young, so these insults were nothing new to you. Actually, it was almost a relief for him to underestimate you because of your status as a human, and not a woman. Men were so dreadfully pigheaded sometimes, and you were sick and tired of having to play the good girl card, only smiling demurely instead of sharing your mind as you wished.

“Not going to say anything?” Lord Mammon snorts, and you cock your head at him.

“My apologies, Lord Mammon,” you say, “for I had not realized you were done speaking. I’m afraid I wasn’t listening all that closely.” Lord Mammon gapes at you, but you’re not finished. “Furthermore, I don’t know what the women down here are like, but I assure you, a few brash curse words and scowls thrown my way is not enough to scare me.”

This time, Lord Mammon is calculating, his blue eyes examining yours. Whatever he finds in there makes him curse once more, starting to walk again. It’s only then, when he does, that you realize that sometime during your debate you’d slowed to a stop.

“Regardless,” Lord Mammon spits, “don’t go on assuming you and I will be friends or anything of the like. I’m only taking care of you because Lucifer decreed.”

“Does the duke often order you around?” you ask, and Lord Mammon eyes you suspiciously, most likely trying to discern what your goal of asking is.

“Quite often,” Lord Mammon eventually admits. “He thinks himself better than the rest of us simply because he’s the oldest. It’s infuriating.”

“I see,” you say. “He is only acting in interest of the family name, is he not? Surely it would be wise to listen to him?”

Lord Mammon scoffs. “Who cares about the family name? When it comes down to it, reputation means nothing. It's about your true character, what you’ve done and what you’re willing to do.”

“So you’re a radicalist, then,” you surmise.

“What, is that too improper for you?” Lord Mammon is rather like a rooster, you think, all faux-bravado and loud cries.

“Not at all,” you say lightly, surprising him. “As I stated earlier, I am no delicate flower. I find politics to be exhausting, especially when they’re masquerading as a casual conversation.”

“Hmm,” Lord Mammon says. “Maybe you’re not as boring as I thought. I still don’t like you,” he warns, “but perhaps we can stay out of one another’s way.”

“That is something I can do,” you agree, holding out your hand for him to shake. His skin is a shade hotter than a human’s, but his grip is steady and firm. Yours is nothing to laugh at either, and he seems appreciative of your strong clasp as you seal the deal. “Now that your peacocking is over,” you say, letting go of his hand with a small amount of reluctance, “do you think we can head to the Manor? I fear I’m frightfully worn from my travels and would like a fresh gown.”

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