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The Sovereign Beauty // J. Todd x f!reader
Requested? Yes!
WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, loss of virginity (socially constructed theory ok), swearing, discussions around sex/consent (jason is a consent KING ok)
Summary: You can’t tell if the scene in this romance novel is realistic. When Jason finds out why, he offers to help explain.
A/N: the ending sucks, I struggled a lot writing this tbh. It’s so much harder to write first time situations IMO. I also really wanted to balance realism with sexiness. First times are not uber sexy or perfect, but they also don’t have to suck. Picture not mine, found on google.
Aside from the soft croon of Ella Fitzgerald and the occasional shift of a page turning, the apartment was relatively quiet. Gentle rain battered against the windows of Jason’s apartment and the comforting scent of the Bath and Body Works candle you had forced him to accept one day enveloped the two of you.
The tank of a man was sprawled out on the couch with the edges of a crocheted afghan Cass made was tucked around the both of you. Your feet rested in his lap and he occasionally ran his hand over your calf.
Ever since you started dating Jason Todd, days like this were some of your favorites. He brewed some tea, you set out some pastries you picked up from the bagel under your apartment, and the two of you just spent some time reading. No fancy dates, no expectations, just the two of you relaxing.
He was reading through The Vanishing Half by Brit Bennett and you had picked up some Tessa Bailey novel that the librarians were raving about. You were past the halfway point of the book and one particular scene caught your eye.
“What’s got you looking like that?” Jason asked, pushing his foot against your thigh. You shrugged and lowered the book so you could see his teal eyes.
“I just…can’t tell if this is realistic,” you admitted.
“Isn’t that a romance novel? Haven’t I wooed you enough.”
You let out a snort and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, but I don’t know. I’ve never, y’know.”
“I’m not picking up what you’re laying down here, babe.”
You wordlessly handed him the book and he set his down in his lap so he could give his full attention to the words in front of him. His eyebrows climbed higher with every sentence he read and you bit your lip as heat crept higher into your cheeks.
“We can have kitchen sex if you want,” he finally said.
“It’s not the location,” you explained. “But the act itself.”
Now he was really curious. Jason stuck a bookmark in between the pages of both yours and his novel before setting them on the coffee table. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”
“Vibrators exist for a reason, Todd. I’ve just never had one due to someone else.”
He sat up from his reclined position. “Woah, no one has ever gotten you off before? Who the fuck have you been sleeping with?”
“No one. I’m a virgin and before you come at me with the whole virginity is a social construct thing, I know. I just couldn’t think of a way to phrase that.”
Jason pursed his lips in thought and for a moment you were nervous. He was a great guy and a perfect gentleman. He walked you home after dates, paid for meals, read intersectional feminist literature without prompting, knocked transphobes around, and extorted and threatened politicians who got handsy with their interns on the regular. Surely he wouldn’t judge you for having never fucked someone else.
“Do you want to? Have sex with someone else? I’m cool if you don’t want to. Asexuality is valid and relationships don’t need sex to function.”
“No, no! I want to. I do.”
“Okay.” His eyes raked over you and his gaze darkened. “That’s cool too.”
You don’t know where you got such confidence but you released your lower lip from the trap your teeth held it in, noticing how his eyes followed, and licked your lips before continuing. “I would like it if you were my first. If that’s something you want.”
“Yeah,” he blurted out. “That’s…yeah. I can do that.”
The two of you fell silent once more as you averted your gazes and studied the bare walls of his apartment. “Jason?”
“Hmm?”
“Can you please fuck me?”
“God yes.” His hands slid under your thighs and he hauled you up into his lap, your legs straddling his waist. Calloused, scar riddled hands slid up under your shirt as he kissed you. His lips were always so warm and soft, but now there was a strength in his kiss that had never been there before. He nipped at your bottom lip and you sighed, letting him slip his tongue in. He took control easily, but then again, you weren’t resisting.
“I want to lay some ground rules,” Jason said when he pulled away. His voice had lost its teasing edge and instead, he sounded more like the Red Hood than just Jason. You sat up straighter and rested your hands on his shoulders so you could focus all of your attention on him.
“We’re gonna go slow and I’m going to keep asking questions, even if you’re sick of my voice. My focus is on you and you alone. Don’t worry about me. Don’t even think. Just relax, okay?” His palms slid up your thighs and rested on your ass. “At any point you want to stop, you say it. You say stop, we stop. No questions asked.”
You nodded and he tipped your chin up so your eyes met. “How do you feel?”
“Nervous,” you admitted. “But I trust you.”
Jason grinned, crooked and charming and handsome and fuck you were so lucky. He effortlessly hoisted you up into his arms and carried you to his bedroom before setting you on his bed.
He bent down and captured your lips in a searing kiss once more. Carefully, Jason slid his hands under your shirt and started to push the fabric up your body.
“This okay?” he asked, low and quiet. You nodded and he continued his work, lips latching onto your collarbone and sucking. You were both overwhelmed and completely lost, but you didn’t want him to stop. Jason slid your shirt over your head and tossed it somewhere in his room before yanking off his own top.
You knew he was sculpted like a Greek god, but this was beyond your wildest dreams. He was all muscle and flushed skin, his chest rising and falling deeply with each breath. Your gaze fell on the thick y-shaped scar that spanned the length of his torso and you grimaced. You traced your finger down the puffy ridges of the scar, starting from his navel, and he watched as your hand climbed higher before coming to rest over his beating heart. He caught your wrist in his larger hand and drew your palm up to his lips for the tenderest of kisses.
“I’m here,” he promised. “And I’m not leaving anytime soon.”
“I know.” Your smile was tight and he eased it with a tender kiss. Jason eased you back to lay on the bed as he hovered over you. You ran your hands along his muscled back, feeling them tense and flutter under your touch. Jason trailed kisses from your jaw to your shoulder and down between the valley of your breasts and along your stomach before coming to rest at the edge of your pants. He glanced up at you and grinned.
“Hi,” you teased, feeling more than a little breathless.
“This okay to remove?”
That gave you a pause. You wanted this, you did. But the idea of being completely bare and naked in front of someone made fear boil up in your stomach and settle in your chest. Jason took note of the indecision and turmoil that flitted across your features and he moved up so you were chest to chest, face to face.
“Alright, talk me through it,” he said. “We can stop if you want to stop.”
“No. I just…I’ve never…No one has ever seen me like this.”
He softened, if that was at all possible, and reached up to stroke his thumb across your cheek. Jason thought for a moment and then leaned in, his lips a breath away from yours before he started murmuring.
“The sovereign beauty which I do admire.” He placed a kiss against your lips and traveled down.
“Witness the world how worthy to be praised.” A kiss placed on your jaw.
“The light whereof hath kindled heavenly fire..” A gentle press of lips on your sternum, teal eyes still locked with yours.
“In my frail spirit, by her from baseness raised.” One breast received a feather-light kiss.
“That being now with her huge brightness dazed.” The other breast.
“Base thing I can no more endure to view.” He mouthed the words as he slid his lips across the skin of your stomach, fingers tracing dips and curves and rolls and stretch marks before he stopped once more above the spot that ached with want and need.
“But looking still on her, I stand amazed, at wondrous sight of so celestial hue.”
You pushed his hair away from his face, tugging on the white streak at the front of his hair and nodded. He watched you as his fingers deftly slid your pants down your legs until you were nearly bare before him, only separated by the thin fabric of your underwear.
Jason dropped your pants onto the ground and got rid of his own sweats. He swallowed against the sudden dryness in his throat as he took in the sight of you. He leaned down and ghosted a kiss to your thigh. You jolted in surprise and he rubbed his hands over your waist in reassurance.
“Doing so well for me. What do you want, baby?”
“Touch me, please,” you breathed. “Want you to touch me.”
He grinned, something sharper and more fierce than he had been. Jason’s teeth enclosed around the band of your panties and he dragged them down to your ankles before licking his way up to your inner thighs. You whimpered as he spread your legs, exposing your glistening folds. He moved so he was sitting against the headboard and pulled you to rest back against his chest, your legs held apart by his. He slid his hands down to cup your cunt and you shuddered against him.
“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he praised. “So wet. I can tell you’re gonna take me so well. I just wanna warm you up. Tell me, baby, have you ever touched yourself?”
“Y-Yes,” you gasped out. He traced his fingers around the lips of your cunt and then dipped one finger into your entrance, carefully testing the waters. “Didn’t feel as good as this.”
Jason hummed as he slowly began to circle your clit. Your breathing hitched as sparks of pleasure shot through your core and you moved to close your legs instinctively but his strong thighs held you open. He tutted against the shell of your ear and enclosed the cartilage with his teeth, tugging lightly.
“Be a good girl for me, okay? Keep those legs spread while I take care of you. Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah. Feels so good, Jay.”
“I know, baby. I wanna make you feel so good. I wanna hear you make pretty noises. Wanna see you fall apart.” As his thumb applied gentle, even strokes to your clit, one of his other fingers dipped down to your entrance and he hummed as he carefully pressed in. Your hips started to rise and he chuckled as his other hand came to rest on your stomach, keeping you pressed against his chest.
“So tight and warm. Can’t wait to fill you up with my cock. You’re going to take me so well, aren’t you, sweet girl?”
You nodded, your eyes shut as the pleasure built slowly. Jason slipped his finger fully inside of you and you gasped at the slight burn that followed. His finger was thicker and longer than yours and reached a part of you that had never been touched.
“How are you doing, baby?” Jason asked, all but his thumb stilled. You blearily blinked up at him, savoring the sight of his messy dark hair and warm eyes. Rarely did people get to see him like this and here he was, all for you.
“M’okay. Just surprised me.”
“Good to keep going?” You nodded in response to his question and then moaned as he drew his finger out and plunged it back in. He pumped the digit in and out of your pussy while simultaneously brushing gentle strokes across your clit. You had orgasmed before on your fingers and your vibrator, but this was new and different and amazing. It wasn’t you in control. You had placed all of the control in Jason’s hands and you trusted him to not hurt you. Based on how he was taking care of you, you had made the right decision.
“Slight pressure,” he warned before he added a second finger. You stifled a gasp and bit down on your lip but he leaned forward and tugged your lip free with his teeth. “I told you. I want to hear your pretty voice. Sing for me, sweetheart.”
“Your neighbors are going to kill you.”
He grinned against your shoulder, fingers pumping and twisting and stretching you as his thumb pulled you closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure. A low moan escaped you and his smile grew, as did the tightening in your stomach. It felt like a cord that was being stretched thin and you couldn’t stop the whimpers that slipped past your tongue until it snapped and your mouth dropped open in a silent cry as your body seized against his constant touch.
“There we go. Let go, baby. I gotcha.” Jason’s murmurs started to make sense again once your mind fluttered back down to earth. He slid his fingers out of you and your cunt clenched around the empty space he had filled seconds before, a whine slipping out of you at the loss. Jason kissed your shoulder and moved out from under you, supporting you with one arm as he laid you back on the mattress. He stripped out of his boxers quickly and then paused at the end of the bed.
“If you want to stop, we can stop now and do this another night,” he said. You took in the sight of him standing above you, cock heavy and flush as it hung between his legs, sweat glistening across his skin and dark hair tousled, and that hungry look in his eyes…
“I’m gonna be really mad if you don’t fuck me now,” you snorted. His only reply was grabbing a foil packet and a small bottle out of the nightstand drawer. Jason tore the condom packet and slid it onto his shaft in one smooth move before he grabbed the lube bottle. You moved onto your knees and reached out for the lube, hand held expectantly. He raised a brow but squirted it onto your fingers and you wrapped your hand around his dick and coated the condom in lube. He groaned at the contact and pulled you in for another kiss, his breath short and panting into your mouth.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to come right here and now,” he grunted. You pulled away with a laugh and laid back down, watching as he kneeled on the bed and approached you with care. Jason lowered himself down, his face hovering over yours. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you blinked up at him. All the fears and horrors other women had whispered to you were coming to the forefront now. It would hurt, you would bleed, you could tear, the thoughts kept going until he kissed you again.
“Doing okay?”
“You’ll go slow, right?”
He nodded and reached down so he could hold his cock, rubbing the head against your folds. You shivered at the foreign sensation and he paused until you nodded again. Jason carefully positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed his cock in, only slipping the head in for now. You sucked in a sharp breath at the intrusion and reached out to grasp something, anything. He caught your hand and entwined your fingers together, holding your arm down onto the mattress as she thrust tiny, shallow strokes to get you used to the feeling.
“Want me to recite another poem? Shakespeare? Browning?” he joked. You giggled despite yourself and felt yourself relax, giving him the chance to ease further in. The stretch hurt a bit, but Jason went slow and made sure you were relaxed. Occasionally, the pain would intensify and you would tighten up, but he was there in an instant with a joke or a soothing touch. Jason kept you laughing as he slid fully inside of you and gave an experimental thrust. A moan punched out of your lungs and he grinned before rolling his hips.
What a sight he was to behold. His hair fell over his sweaty forehead and his pupils nearly devoured his iris as lust burned through him. Jason had been so patient and kind through this that when the pain turned to pure pleasure, you didn’t hesitate to tilt your chin up, brush your lips against his jaw, and whisper two words.
“Wreck me.”
His hips snapped forward, driving his cock into you. You scrambled for purchase on his back, nails digging into his skin as he sheathed himself in your cunt. The once painful stretch was now a brilliant, overwhelming bliss that stole the air from your lungs and made your legs tremble even when you wrapped them around his waist.
“Squeezing me so good,” he moaned. “So fucking good. God, you’re perfect. Fucking amazing. Want to just feel you always.”
“Jay.” His name was a high, broken whine on your lips. He pressed his forehead against yours as you rocked into his thrusts, chasing the high that was building once more. Hearing his groans and praises made your head spin and blood race. Jason’s thrusts grew sloppier and then his hips were stuttering in their moves before slowing. He continued thrusting, even as he emptied out into the condom, and reached down to circle your clit and help you finish once again. Your cunt clenched around his softening cock and he pitched forward, burying his face in the pillow next to you until your orgasm faded and he could pull his overstimulated shaft out of you.
You laid there, boneless and breathless, as he got up and disposed of the condom. You were exhausted but satiated. Unfortunately, Jason wouldn’t let you roll over and fall asleep just yet.
“Nope. I’m grabbing you some water and then you need to use the bathroom. I have lived with too many women to know that UTIs are a bitch.” Jason hauled you up like you weighed nothing and promptly set you on your feet in front of the bathroom. He kissed the top of your head and disappeared into the kitchen.
Five minutes later, you were bundled in one of his shirts and sweatpants on the couch using Jason’s chest as a pillow. His hand stroked lazily up and down your side and you nestled closer to his touch.
“How are you feeling? Was that okay?” If you didn’t know any better, you would think that he sounded almost insecure. You moved so your chin rested on his chest and you could meet his gaze before replying.
“Everyone says the first time is nothing special. They’re all fucking liars. Thank you. I wouldn’t have wanted it to be with anyone else.”
“First person and hopefully last,” he grumbled. “Good luck getting rid of me.”
“That poem you were saying…”
His lips lifted in a small smile and he nodded. “I never finished it.” Jason drew you closer to him and he pressed a kiss to your temple.
“So when my tongue would speak her praises due, it stopped is with thought's astonishment.” A kiss to your cheek.
“And when my pen would write her titles true, it ravish'd is with fancy's wonderment.” The other cheek.
“Yet in my heart I then both speak and write the wonder that my wit cannot endite*.” He lowered his lips to yours and you couldn’t stop grinning into the kiss.
* poem is Edmund Spenser’s Amoretti III
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inspired by @klonnieshippersclub 💋💋
“Bonnie Mikaelson.” Damon has the urge to do something with his hands. They were occupied before, too busy warming his glass of dark red O-positive and bourbon cocktail but he’s lost his appetite. “That doesn’t even sound right.”
“I think it does,” Elena’s viewing, no admiring Bonnie’s fancy wedding invitation on the weighted paper specifically destined for special occasions. There’s a picture of witchy and her fiancé together, so possessed by one another that their eyes are on each other instead of breaking the fourth wall and smiling at the camera.
Dreadful.
The Niklaus Mikaelson is staring at Bonnie like nothing else matters and her face is a reflection of his. It’s unsettling; two of the most guarded individuals he’s encountered in his lifetime have dropped every defense with their wide, honest smiles and knowing gazes.
Is this a practical joke, Damon wants to ask but Elena is here- if he even gives life to the words, there is a strong possibility that she will deny the absurdity of this unfortunate event, blindly in favor of whatever decision Bonnie makes even when it’s the wrong one.
For now, he chooses silence. On the inside, he is shouting.
Damon sidles up next to his girlfriend, not because he’s feeling romantic, but because he must investigate this picture. He’s already stared for an indefinite amount of time, yet the urge to pick apart and criticize hasn’t left. It’s stronger than ever.
The picture is intimate, as if they are laughing at some joke no one else hears, or speaking telepathically the way couples do. They’re both saying the same thing: I love you.
And Damon thinks it’s deplorable.
Still, there’s a tug inside of him because he could’ve sworn she looked at him just like that, after he’d said something completely inappropriate, and Bonnie, she doesn’t want to laugh, yet he always seems to strangle the sound out of her without much effort on his part.
And sure, they might’ve been living the same day eternally and, yes they might’ve been the last two people on Earth, (or so they thought,) but it still counts for something… right?
“Right about what?” Elena’s brown eyes are on him, a small glimmer of concern.
He’s beside himself so much so that he’s talking without his own permission. This event to bear witness to, this marriage might just be the thing that makes him… Insane, probably.
“She looks so happy,” Elena sighs in content, staring at the Save the Date affectionately. “I can’t help but feel the same way. Her smile is infectious, isn’t it?”
He’s not even hearing her.
The date of the wedding is a year from now, give or take a few days, on Sunday, May 5th.
Why they would choose a destination such as hot, stinky, swampy, bad roads, boisterous streets Louisiana, is beyond him- they’ll have to plan in advance to attend. He’s been looking so intently that Damon can recite the RSVP number in reverse.
The colors for the wedding are complicated and impractical, but Klaus, Bonnie’s soon-to-be-husband knows about color theory…apparently when he isn’t being a terrorist, or getting on one knee for Bennett witches after a measly eight months of dating, he dabbles in art.
Yeah, well, so did Hitler.
“What alternate universe are we in?” He speaks again, unable to hold his peace. “I mean, how in the hell does someone like him get to marry Bonnie? It’s Klaus.” He shrugs. And then he snorts, rolls his eyes to the ceiling, “That’s like me proposing to her.”
“Is it?” Elena is using her therapist voice, a tone she’s returning to more often than not when Damon mentions anything concerning their best friend. Before, she used this tone of voice sparingly, mostly to help comprehend the shift in their relationship dynamic when Bonnie returned from the prison world, but now, it’s all he hears.
Damon shrugs again, going out on a limb to say, “Maybe it’s worse.”
“Or maybe you’re just bias. You know, a lot of people didn’t understand how we worked either, once upon a time.” She lifts the invitation, her index finger extended. “But these two obviously adore each other. Klaus accepts nothing less than her being up under him at all times, and Bonnie is more than happy there. She barely comes out for drinks anymore.” Elena giggles at what she’s just remembered. “Now that I think of it, the last time I called her, I was interrupting. Apparently they were very…busy.”
“Busy?” He shudders. (It isn’t jealousy that runs down his spine.)
Her brown eyes are on him again, gentle, imploring as if she’s reminding herself she’s not chatting with Caroline. “I know you’re super protective over Bonnie, I get it, me too, but Klaus is perfect for her. She probably hasn’t been this happy since…since….” at first Elena thinks, then it turns into a full on falter and he realizes she’s about to say since before the Salvatores came into town and ruined her bubbly little Sabrina-the-teenaged-witch life.
Elena abandons the sentence altogether.
Damon clenches his jaw. His mind is on the wedding invitation again, a wiry impulse to do everything he’s capable of to prevent such an on occurrence, for fear that bearing witness to it might unleash an ancient curse.
Something like indignation moves through him because yes, he looks closer with squinted eyes, a year ago, he was on the receiving end of Bonnie’s bleeding heart stare.
He wonders how could he have been dense enough to not notice that she was whispering her love without moving her mouth for so long.
He wonders why it’s so clear now that she isn’t looking at him.
“Just look at them,” Elena gushes, she’s been sold since the script typography, “We have to find a frame. ”
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Sagau Genshin -but the characters can't agree what God you are
So just about every Sagau AU for Genshin agrees that every character and/or country/faction just accept the player as the Creator (or at least eventually, in the cases of the Imposter AUs). Yes, sometimes the different countries have conflicting lore connecting you to their archon, but that is as far as it goes. Which does not account for the different perspectives cultures from vastly different environments and traditions have.
So instead I porpose; Sagau where nobody agrees on who the player really is aside from a higher being. Either because of them not realizing their all controlled by the same person or they realize you are the same person, but disagrees on who you are.
To start lets address a character everyone skips over: The Heavenly Principles. There is nearly no canon-knowledge about her, so it is free reign. She is more aware than any other character, having not just awareness of this being a game, but having awareness since Gun Girls. She remembers Gun Girls and Honkai Impact, during which she was crushed by her awareness. She knows you are a player, but that doesn't matter. You are her Constant, whether you played the other games or not. Her Constant, her companion, her last anchor -when she feels you play genshin that first second, she attacks the twins to keep you connected to this world. While she doesn't share the truth with the rest of the world, Kiana might become the number one reason you isekai -and gain powers after arrival.
Now everyone else is just aware of you're influence, not the game.
Moonstadt has at first a few people actually thinking you are Venti -what with him being their god and not havin' been seen for so long-, but said archon quickly spread the word that this was not actually the case. Since then theories are running wild here, but at least they all agree you are one god. Some like Barbara, Kaeya, and Venti do think you are in fact the creator god. Lisa accidently started a rumor that you were started a rumor that you were basically an archon that was sealed away during the Archon War and Barbatos' soulmate as a joke, but the rumor mutated and now there are proofs to the point she believes it(Which makes a certain bard blush and stutter). Bennett is part of the group that thinks you are a Adventurer Archon, as you always use them as vessel when adventuring. Meanwhile Razor thinks you are the Guardian Spirit that was his childhood hero, a human raised by wolves like him, who ascended and returns to guide them during difficult times. And there are at least 50 other possible godhoods.(Think wall with strings If you 'descend' you will find a loyal fellowship regardless, but if you try to deny your godhood then that can only mean somebody erased your memories. So no worries, the theories will continue as a attempt to help you regain your 'true' past and punish whoever attacked you.
Liyue is much more structured; they all agree that you are the God of the Beginning. Not so much a Creator as a bringer of change who only appears at new beginnings -may it be their world, a new era or to fight the End of Days. Which of course makes everyone silently panic when your present gets known. They want to belief it's just a new era coming, but you use them to fight... Zhongli, just as his people, quietly spreads his network, searching for your 'true' enemy -the Abyss or the Fatui. They are ready to fight on your side regardless. Given this, Liyue might end up special when you isekai, as some characters will tread you as equal. But never forget that they see you as their last defense against Armageddon -they might speak to you like a friend, but you are so much more important.
Inazuma actually do not welcome you right away. They are seeking eternity, you bring change. But after the Traveler, who is recognized as your champion, saves them, they accept you. But the Traveler only tells them that you are 'his/her god'. So they consult the old books. They find a old, practically burned text on the Archon of Hope and Dreams. Beelzebul is devastated that she had apparently forgotten her childhood crush that died centuries before the Archon War, but had you returned? If so, you were clearly still reforming. If you descend, they welcome you at first open to you either staying or leaving to create your own city. But what is eternity without hope? Won't you reconnect with your old childhood friend?
Snezhnaya thinks you are a god connected to Visions, as you can use all Elements (even if through different vessels). Still there are pretty split at who you are. Most think you are either the Archon of Power or the Archon of Souls. Interestingly enough those two ideas give you vastly different backgrounds; The Archon of Power (Childe believes this) supposly was banished to the abyss after placing mortals over their fellow archons, while the Archon of Souls was imprisoned in Celestia and hidden from the other Archons since Creation. Either way you escaped. The Tsarista keeps quiet on the tropic, but would waste no efforts to bring you to her if you were to ever descend. She might even come to pick you up herself.
Sumeru meanwhile thinks you a Overseer to the Archons, meant to protect the balance between them in the world. You always did so from Celestia, with the Heavenly Principles as your Executer. But something happened. Members of Akademiya tend to think the Archons had fallen to the point you had to intervene yourself, while everyone else thinks there was a traitor in Celestia that forced you to flee and is responsible for the chaos appearing across the Teyvat. Still, to them you are the Judge of the Gods. Someone to be obeyed without questions. If you ever isekai, you might end up getting pressured to play the act, or they might think you have been corrupted and must be protected till your divinity restores.
Last, but not least, we have Aether and Lumine. Now regardless to which you chose, they hold the same option and loyalty to you. But they also look at the Teyvaters with pity; for a god you might be, you were not of this world. You were of their home world. Their beloved god who crossed worlds to save them when they were attacked at the beginning. Alas, this was not your world, which was why your powers are limited so much. If you descend they will conclude that Teyvat attacked you, caged you like the twins, forced you in a mortal form and messed with your memories -which neither sibling will ever forgive. You are their god after all, Teyvat had no right to you.
#genshin sagau#sagau x reader#sagau aether#sagau lumine#sagau brainrot#sagau zhongli#sagau ei#sagau venti
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I love your post about Tula, I just finished the latest ep of burrows end and I am SCROUNGING for theories.
What do you think she was ‘fundamentally lying’ about?? I’ve seen a couple posts floating around:
- one was how maybe Geoffrey could’ve been a bad husband and Tula didn’t save him because of it (maybe killed him?)
- Another was, maybe the Blue (radiation?) is killing her to use it?
- Another good one, was maybe Tula isn’t their (Jaysohn and Lila’s) bio mother.
I don’t have a very good or original educational guess, but I don’t think she killed Geoffrey. I do think she knows what did, and she’s lying so her children aren’t vengeful. She doesn’t want her children chasing power, to avenge their dad, or getting caught up in what he was deeply in.
I think it’s been said before, but in some of Geoffrey’s art he has a little grass belt, and the only other stoats we’ve seen have tools/clothes, was in Last Bast. (I can see the connection there, but we’ve also seen Viola have ‘accessories’, so it could just be a red herring.)
I think maybe Tula knows more about Last Bast (or humans) than she lets on, possibly from Geoffrey (if the grass belt is a connection.) I think Geoffrey saw something, or knew something in Last Bast, and ran. Eventually, he found the red Warren, fell in love, and started a family.
Now with an invested interest to keep his family safe, he’s using what he learned in Last Bast in the Red Warren, which somehow got him killed. (By a human? Maybe? The humans that saw Thorn seemed more interested than expressing a want to kill him - maybe humans want to test the stoats for radiation sickness, or something like that?) it’s giving watership down meets Chernobyl, the natural world clashing with human disasters.
Just some thoughts! I feel like there’s so many clues and pieces on the board, but no lines connecting them. There’s an allegory that I’m not catching, and it’s driving me NUTS.
What do you make of this? :)
(sorry for the long ask! Just excited!)
omg this is my very first ask and I'm trying to be normal about it
So, it's been a few days and I've been going over this in my head and here are my conclusions to your lovely, lovely ask <3
The lie is probably something incredibly mundane.
Adults lie to children all the time. Lila is going through what every child goes through as they become a teenager--she's starting to see the cracks between reality, truth, and the fictions adults use to process an unfair world.
I think it is entirely possible that when the lie is revealed, an adult audience might go, "Oh, that's not a big a deal," while Lila overreacts with betrayal.
It's entirely possible Geoffrey is from Last Bast.
The only thing I'm basing this on, besides character art, is that Tula is based on Mrs. Brisby from Secret of NIMH and Last Bast is giving me Rats of NIMH vibes, not secret authoritarian cult vibes (which is an entirely different post that I'll probably never write). I mean, the Rats had magic and electricity.
Also, Brian might be analogous to Jenner, the power hungry Rat, the First Stoats might be like Nicodemus, just like Bennett is probably Justin.
Did I want Bennett to be a fuckable version of Justin for Tula? Yes. But that's only because my childself wanted Justin and Mrs. Brisby to end up together. Baby Banshee didn't understand why that wouldn't work. She wanted love to win.
Anyway.
Based on how much the Red Warren Family popped off against Last Bast during this episode, I don't know if there will be more Secret of NIMH elements playing out. It's possible Tula could bring up Geoffrey and get confirmation on that but I don't think it's important to our stouts anymore.
But wouldn't it be interesting if Tula knew about Last Bast before they arrived? Didn't someone say something about lies of omission?
Mrs. Brisby's character arc is about having enough courage to move her family while her son has pneumonia. She confronts an owl, a cat, and a power hungry rat who deliberately puts moving the mouse family's home in jeopardy, in order to keep her family safe.
During most of the story, her children are in the dark about what she's doing to keep them alive and protect their future.
What an amazing archetype as Tula's touchstone.
One of the great things about the d20 campaigns is not only the mashup but how the players resolve the mashup after making a mess. I might be seeing lots of NIMH being laid down, now that the Watership Down portion is somewhat resolved but I'm prepared to be totally wrong as maybe our vicious varmints take us in a new direction.
Like I said--obsessed with Tula =^_^=
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could i take this genshin character in a (tickle) fight
albedo: probably? unless he uses one of his alchemy tricks or smth idk
alhaitham: i could if he liked me enough
amber: yeah. shes probably smaller than me and even though she's strong i feel like she'd be easy to overpower while being tickled
itto: maybe. depends on the day
baizhu: i could but i wouldn't WANT to because i feel like i'd accidentally kill him
barbara: okay my initial thought was yes. but now that i think about it i feel like she'd be surprisingly good and pull out all the unexpected tricks and stuff
beidou: absolutely not and i'd let her wreck my shit
bennett: obviously
candace: no.
charlotte: i dont know much about her but just looking at her i'm saying yes
chongyun: i dont think that boy has won a tickle fight in his LIFE
cyno: i do think he's REALLY ticklish but tighnari's the only one who could win against him tbh
dainsleif: i think he's ticklish but only in random areas so he'd just stare at me if i tried tickling him and then destroy me
dehya: it would be a good fight. but yes
diluc: on one hand he's super ticklish but on the other hand he'd break my arm easily
eula: yes
faruzan: her old ass bones would SHATTER if i touched her idk
fischl: LMAO yeah
freminet: yes but i'd either let him win or accidentally squish him to death bc i get cuteness aggression and hes like. my son
furina: she'd be way too overconfident in herself and i would DEMOLISH her
ganyu: i could if i wanted to but i'd probably let it end in a tie
gorou: yall act like it'd be easy to beat him. NO that mf is a GENERAL of an ARMY. like i could win but that shit wouldnt be easy
hu tao: i think it'd be close but she'd win. it would be the most fun out of everyone though
jean: i definitely could but i'd be scared to try 😭
kazuha: yes. no question about it
kaeya: HELL no
ayaka: absolutely. she'd let me win too
ayato: idk im kinda scared of him
kaveh: i'd be surprised if he managed to lay a hand on me
keqing: i could if i tried hard enough
kirara: i know nothing about her except that she's canonically ticklish so yes
sara: she's either super ticklish or not ticklish at all i can't decide. so my answer changes depending on which
shinobu: i'm also scared of her but in a way that makes me want to beat her even more
layla: i don't know enough about her but first thought is yes
lisa: god no
lynette: she has not one but TWO brothers definitely not
lyney: i would only win if he let me
mika: i would rock his shit
mona: i could pay her to let me win. i'd win anyway but it would be easier
neuvillette: i'd probably punch him first but yeah
nilou: i could but a part of me wants to let her win
ningguang: yes but only if she doesn't stab me with her $16mil heels first
noelle: she could win if she wanted to but i think she'd be too nice to fight back
raiden: yes. plus i think she'd be curious abt what tickling feels like so she probably wouldnt even try to win
razor: maybe but i'm scared he'd bite me
rosaria: she would ALSO bite me
kokomi: i'd def win. just look at her
shenhe: i could in theory but i feel like she'd accidentally kill me
heizou: i would beat his ass
sucrose: like albedo but MUCH easier
childe: no. he has big brother advantage over me
thoma: honestly i have no clue. i'd just love to have a tickle fight with him regardless
tighnari: i want to say yes but he'd kick my ass if i even thought about it
traveler: i could win EASILY for both of them
venti: i could but i would have to spend like five minutes learning how to undo a corset and it would be really awkward
scaramouche: i want to say yes. i REALLY want to say yes. but realistically........
wriothesley: i wouldnt even waste my time trying
xiangling: in terms of strength and willpower i could probably win but i feel like she's super good with teasing and that would put me at a big disadvantage
xiao: kind of? i don't think he'd know what tickling is/how to do it but i also think he'd kill me before i could teach him
xingqiu: he'd be so confident in himself bc he wins against his friends all the time. hell no i'm beating his pretentious ass UP
xinyan: yes. another really fun one right up there next to hu tao
yae miko: she would end me and i'd probably thank her afterwards tbh
yanfei: see this one is tough bc i can see it going both ways
yelan: another character i don't know shit about. all i know is that she's pretty and her mains scare me so i'm gonna go with no
yoimiya: yes? but i have a feeling she'd kind of let me win bc she thinks its fun
yun jin: in some universe i'd lose. but it damn well isn't this one
zhongli: he'd make me agree to a contract with the tiniest print ever saying "no breathing" or something and then beat my ass when i break it
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🎉Selfship Challenge!!!🎉
Ship your moots with someone they would never ship themselves with, but would make a great match for them
*rolls up sleeves* HOO BOY HERE WE GO AGAIN
idk about the 'great match' part hahahah if i miss you i apologize, these are all just from the top of my head!! also added my anons just because i want to haha
@haithamuse ⁕ esther x zhongli - she trusted me with her husbnd before so it's only right that trusted her with mine <3
@mixed-kester ⁕ esther x diluc - because i want to see kaeya losing his mind *evil laughter*
@abyssmal-skies ⁕ psy x ayato - look it's a match that'll either work really well or will crash & burn bc i can totally see the power struggle in their relationship between these two and it would be a super interesting sight hahahah
@silkjade ⁕ jade x heizou - listen. fashion icons. two chaotics teasing each other. IT WORKS.
@ansy-tea ⁕ ansy x wanderer - pls take care of the gremlin he's fragile-
@seelestia ⁕ lia x bennett - idk why but i feel like they would be super adorable next to each other. also bennett totally would simp for lia 24/7 bc she's so sweet <3
@thesparklingwriter ⁕ celeste x childe - good luck celeste your peaceful life with zhongli is over, enjoy your feral manchild- /j
@silentmoths ⁕ moth x tighnari - double the sass double the trouble
@the-travelling-witch ⁕ holly x kaeya - who else would be a better candidate to hold the leash of a suspiciously handsome cavalry captain with silver tongue but the infamous local witch??
@ainescribe ⁕ aine x xiao - angst writer + angsty boi. works 100% of the time right? r-right??
@dustofthedailylife ⁕ dust x cyno - i feel like he makes for an amazing lover once he warms up to the relationship. he's one of the greenest flags that has ever greened in genshin <3
@lukerycyja ⁕ luke x pantalone - here's a sugar daddy for u comrade enjoy
@dawndelion-winery ⁕ acco x itto - yes i am aware i'm possibly multiplying the chaos by a hundred. if this is how humanity perishes then so be it. no regrets 🤞🏻
@watatsumiis ⁕ general x tighnari - swapping out the dog boy for the fox boy!
@kurikurikurisu ⁕ kurisu x kaveh - i just want to spite al haitham honestly kaveh is a sensitive and bright lover so i feel like you'd get along <3
@sheepmc ⁕ sheepy x thoma - i have a theory. sheepy needs to be coddled and taken care of so she'll stop trying to assault me with hot zhongli imagines (not that i'm complaining) so here ya go-
misery x dottore - i am hoping the crazy doctor can cure your sleeping problems hskdjsjd
lycoris x kazuha - sweetheart 1 meets sweetheart 2. i know kazoo will treat you well <3
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The disassembly drones' former names
I figured that I would share this headcanon with all of you sooner or later. You know each of the disassembly drones’ serial designations? Well, what if their letters were based off their former names back when they were worker drones? And I’m not talking about the first letter of their names. I’m talking about the name of the letter in each of their names. For example, N’s former name was probably either Kenneth, Bennett, or Leonard, and V’s former name probably either Venus, Vivian, or Genevieve. J’s former name was probably either Jamie or Jane, the latter of which I was initially going for Mary Jane (yes, the same name as the famous supporting character from Spider-Man). I’m unsure about CYN or Cynthia, though, largely because that she probably died long before the events of the series that she wasn’t converted into a disassembly drone. Besides, for all we know, she was going on a crazy, murderous rampage that she had to be put down. And if she was converted into a disassembly drone, her designation might be either C from the first letter of her name or T from a phonetic of her name (Cynthia).
The former names should go as followed:
A – Ada, Eva, Avery, Abraham, Adrian
B – Beatrice, Bianca, Phoebe; Sabine
C – Caesar, Cecil, Casey
D – Diesel, Delia, Deanna, Heidi, Nadine
E – Edith, Eden, Elaine, Ian
F – Efrem, Jeffrey, Stephanie
G – Giovanni, Georgina, Regina, Eugene
H – Rachel, Horatio
I – Isaac, Ivan, Isaiah, Ivy, Iris
J – Jane, Jamie, Jayden
K – Katie, Kayla, Casey
L – Eleanor, Elliot, Elias, Elvis, Elmer; Bella, Angelica, Melanie, Danielle, Michelle; Denzel
M – Emma, Emerald, Emmett, Emmerich, Clementine
N – Kenneth, Bennett, Benedict, Leonard, Henry
O – Ophelia, Olivia, Odette, Opal
P – Peter, Penelope
Q – Cueball, Queue
R – Archie, Armand, Charles, Harley
S – Essence, Estelle, Esther, Jessica, Lester, Marquess
T – Christina, Valentina, Misty
U – Ulysses, Unity, Eunice, Eustace
V – Venus, Vivian, Genevieve
W – Winston, Wilson
X – Xavier, Rex, Alexander
Y – Wyatt, Wyvern, Wyoming
Z – Ezekiel, Lindsay, Suzie
I also want to share that I used to have a theory that J, N, and V used to be regular secretary drones before being converted into disassembly drones, as well as my former headcanon that N used to be friends with his assigned human coworker.
Anyway, that’s all I have for this headcanon for now. This might be re-edited soon, but if you’d like to add in some additions, feel free to do so in the replies and reblogs. You can use this list as an outline for your OCs if you want. And I’ll see you all next time.
P.S. If Uzi were to transform into a disassembly drone, should her designation be either U or Z?
#Glitch Productions#Liam Vickers#Murder Drones#Serial Designation N#Serial Designation V#Serial Designation J#headcanon#theories
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Actually, I think Kaeya would be a really good influence on the young people and children of Mond.
Yes, he's horrible at taking care of himself, has terrible coping mechanisms and is just downright not in a good mindset whatsoever. However, when it comes to others, he tries his darn hardest to make sure they take proper care of themselves specifically so they don't turn out like him.
He invites his knights to the tavern after a successful mission - drinks on him. He won't force anyone to drink alcohol if they don't want to. If he knows someone has problems with alcohol, he won't suggest a tavern outing. Kaeya knows how difficult it is to keep those in check and doesn't need to put anyone else through that. (There are exceptions, obviously, such as coaxing info out of suspicious persons via loosening the tongue with alcohol, but that's different.)
Kaeya sees Rosaria smoking behind the church, he joins her, keeps her company, asks for a cigarette too. He tells her she really should quit, it's not good for her. Rosaria mumbles under her breath, calling him a hypocrite, but if she notices how he orders her chocolate and different snacks at the bar to keep her from getting antsy and in turn keeping her from going for a light, she doesn't mention it.
Jean isn't taking care of herself? Long hours at the office, little to no food, horrid amounts of caffeine instead of sleep? "Jeanie, there's an issue that desperately needs your attention! Yes, it's very important, follow me! Why are we going to your house? Well you see, this is where the very important matter should be. It's you. You're the important matter. You need sufficient rest to function properly. Much love and understanding, goodnight." Jean would argue with him, call him a hypocrite, if as soon as her head hit the pillow she wasn't immediately out like a light.
I like to believe that Kaeya also teaches the children of Mondstadt all about the importance of self care, as in eating regular and nutritious meals, getting enough sleep, getting help when they're sick. He educates them about different substances, why they're bad and how to use them safely if they desperately feel like they must. He doesn't make it a whole 'thing', it just somehow comes up in conversation, but he does stress the importance.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not making him into a saint by any means! Kaeya doesn't care enough to intervene if some drunkard is drowning their troubles at a tavern or if one of the townspeople have been skipping a suspicious amount of meals. It's not his issue, not his problem, he doesn't care. However, when it comes to the people he does really hold near and dear (read Diluc, Jean, Rosaria, Klee, Bennett, etc.) he will take matters into his own hands.
I think Kaeya knows the theory, he knows what should be done really well, he just doesn't do it himself. And because of that, Kaeya hurts. He doesn't want people he cares about to hurt like he does. So he makes sure they too know the theories, but actually put them to practice too.
#i should be sleeping but i don't want to so have some Kaeya thoughts#i dont like the headcanon that kaeya is completely indifferent to what people do#or that hes a bad influence#hes definitely a bad example im not arguing with that but he tries his hardest to not be a bad influence#especially to the people he grown to care about#kaeya alberich#kaeya#jean gunhildr#klee#rosaria#my personal stash of kaeya#in other news I've written a poem and decided it fit kaeya really well so now I'm drawing a little comic type thing for it#I'm very excited about it#should i be revising for my exams instead? yes. definitely. but fuck that because i don't want to
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*ੈ✩ aeferkssr masterlist
❥ SERIES
— FUNKY LITTLE SELF INSERT VOICELINES ; a collection of character voicelines with a reader insert
aether mond.
aether liyue.
aether inazuma.
aether sumeru.
xiao.
— MOVIE MOMENTS ; various movie scenes with genshin impact characters
aladdin!aether
howl!albedo
prince eric!kazuha (coming soon!)
❥ MULTI SCENARIOS
— HAPPY LANTERN RITE ; spending lantern rite with aether, xiao, and ganyu
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— MWAH! A KISS ON THE CHEEK! ; aether, albedo and hu tao giving and receiving kisses
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— INATTENTIVE READER HEADCANNONS ; how bennett, chongyun and xingqiu would treat a reader who is easily distracted
link. (this fic glitched out while publishing so the format repeats itself)
— MEETING YOUR PARENTS ; the memebers of the fanmade group 5nemo meet your parents for the first time
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— GENSHIN LOVER PROMPTS ; various characters as different relationship prompts
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— COOKING BY THE BOOK ; making meals with aether, thoma and gorou
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— DUMB CONVERSATIONS, WE LOOSE TRACK OF TIME ; collab with @/crowxnie. falling out of love with xiao, albedo and scaramouche
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— YES OR YES? ; a clever love letter written by a friend trying to set you up with various genshin characters
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— STRESSED READER ; different genshin characters comforting theiur lover as hey deal with stress
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— QUICK MAKEOUYLT SESH' ; making out eith several charas.
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— DREAM SWEET IN SEA MAJOR ; you look quite divine tonight here among these vibrant lights, pure delights surround us as we sail. signed, yours truly, the whale.
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❥ ONESHOTS
— MELTING LOVE ; a collab done with @/pr1nxs. constantly flirting with chongyun may have paid off in the long run
link. (the url doesn’t work)
— INTROVERT!AETHER ; aether being an introvert, living the life of an extrovert
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— BOY, WHAT A DAY ; reader had a bad day at their adventures guild job, and aether is there to cheer them up!
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— ARE YOU LONELY? ; stargazing with aether, based on this side of paradise by coyote theory
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— BUT I LOVED YOU FIRST ; having a crush on kaeya may not be the best thing for angst heart
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— YOU ; a songfic / one-shot with aether written after crying about the fact that the song was so pretty
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— COMFORT FOODS ; you were oh so tired, and thoma made you feel better with his comforting cooking
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— HIS ANGEL EYES ; trying to find kitsune!kazuha to fulfill a wish
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— THERE, WITH HIM, TOGETHER ; throughout the milennia that xiao has lived for, never once have you left his side
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— SO THIS IS CHRISTMAS ; a holiday celebration with your boyfriend, aether, and his family
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— MR TELEPHONE MAN ; you and aether have a project to work on so you two exchanged numbers
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— LOVE GROWS ; aether coming to the realization where he may see you more than just a friend
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— I HATE YOU ; bickering with eula as lovers absolute enemies who will have their revenge
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— YOU’RE SO DREAMY ; heizou heart eyes
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— THE LIGHT-FILLED GAZE OF THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS ; the prince of the abyss looks down upon a lonely soul with an unfamiliar affectionate gaze
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— YOUR YAMHEAD ARC ; you are so madly in love with this boy, oh woe is you!
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— LETS GO BELOW ZERO AND HIDE FROM THE SUN! ; dancing in a snowy feild with aether
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❥ DRABBLES
— AETHER MODERN AU HEADCANNONS ; you and aether in a modern setting (aka going to school etc)
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— ROYAL AU W/ AETHER ; if i ever woke up in a royal au, i hope that aether would be there.
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— PHANTOM THEIF AU ; heizou being a detective idk how to descibe this one
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— EMBARRASSED AETHER ; aether being embarrased to the point where he starts to let some of his elemental power slip...
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— GENSHIN IMPACT VISION HEADCANNONS ; what i think its like to have a vision
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— LOVE CHANGES PEOPLE ; xiao realizes how much he has changed since you two started dating
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— MIDNIGHT RENDEZVOUS ; vampire diluc sucks you(re blood)
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— A CUDDLING HYPOTHESIS ; cuddling albedo but he's overanalysing it
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❥ MISCHELLANIOUS
— GENSHIN IMPACT DR SELF ; stories from when i shifted to genshin impact
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Patricide
Paring: Vampire Sugar Daddy Bucky Barnes x Detective Sugar Baby Female Reader
Summary: James Buchanan Barnes-Romanov is a wealthy businessman, (and vampire), and not to mention Sugar Daddy, but most importantly, partner to the cutest human detective ever in the Big Apple— you.
You had never in your wildest dreams ever fathomed being a wealthy businessman's Sugar Baby. As a homicide detective, it was your job to solve criminal homicide cases.
This night was just supposed to be another boring night, being surrounded by rich people at a rich people's party.
But like always, a dead body suddenly springs up.
Your life's just fine and dandy.
Warnings: Modern AU, daddy issues, Vampire!Bucky (yes he is his own warning), murder mysteries, mentions of murder, public sex, Bucky's metal arm, blood drinking, dry humping, mentions of curses, a mildish plot twist at the end
Additional Notes: Hello everyone! This fic took a few days to jolt down. Regular updates for everything else will be coming along smoothly after this fic.
If you'd like to read this fic on my AO3, you can read it here.
Word Count: 10586
Three weeks before…
“Does this look okay? I don’t look fat in this, right?”
James Buchanan Barnes-Romanov gazed at you from where he was leaning against the wall.
He licked his lips. When he saw your thighs nervously quiver, his tongue licked over a canine tooth, his smirk widening when he saw you blush.
He surveyed the floral dress you had on. His index finger brushing over the v-neck of your dress, dipping dangerously to the dip in between your breasts. You nearly swatted at his hand.
“I just asked you to look, Sasha. I didn’t ask you to touch my titties.” You snapped at him in Russian. Amused, James only chuckled. It was deep and vibrated through his broad chest. “Don’t give me the temptation. Are you offering?” His cheeky smile made you actually swat at his hand this time.
“No,” was your clap back. Still amused with the situation, he looked down at your floral dress again. It was a bright yellow with daisies on it.
Quite frankly, as James looked at the thin but ruffled straps, he found this dress to be extremely distasteful.
He even wrinkled his nose, telling communicating to you that this wasn’t going to be the one.
“I look like a sunflower, don’t I?” You chuckled. “And a ripe banana,” James added for good measure.
“Pepper said that this looked nice on me.” You sighed as you took the dress off, before putting it back on its hanger. Putting the yellow dress on the right, it officially went into the discard pile.
“Pepper does not have any taste in fashion,” James told you bluntly. You only raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah? And you do?” You challenged him.
A deeply offended noise came from your companion. He even spluttered at you! “Taste? Taste in fashion?” his voice was shrill, which only reminded you of Mrs. Bennett from Pride and Prejudice. “I have an impeccable taste in fashion, thank you very much!” He exclaimed.
You only raised an eyebrow. Clearly testing that theory. “Oh yeah?” You were just humoring him at this point. “Then why do you dress in all black?” Your teasing voice made James glare at you. “Black is a universal color!” he tried to protest.
Your snickers continued to make James glare at you. Looking at you and scowling.
Turning back to look at yourself in the mirror, you only grimaced when you laid eyes on the bright yellow floral dress. It really did make you look like a citrus fruit. Heaving it over your head, James was rewarded with a nice view of your bra and underwear. You couldn’t see his reflection in the mirror, but you could feel that he was smirking at you.
“Stop smirking at me.” You bit in his direction. Clutching his hand on his heart, James feigned sympathy. “Have pity on me kotenok. It’s been ages since I’ve seen a woman so scarcely underdressed.”
You just scowled at him, your scowl reflected in the mirror. Even though he couldn’t see his own reflection in the mirror, he saw yours.
And then, his iPhone pinged in his pants. A somewhat exciting noise came from your shopping buddy as he pulled it out of his slacks. Unlocking it with his thumb, he surveyed the message.
You saw James quickly typing back to whoever had texted him metal and human hands flying over the keyboard.
The two of you had gotten stares the very moment the two of you had stepped foot in the mall, even young children whispering amongst themselves to their parents as they surveyed the art that was his metal arm, black with enteric gold detail. Some children even had pointed excitedly to the man who had accompanied you to the past three high-end stores.
You had seen the uncomfortable look on his face. Therefore, you had hurried him along, holding onto his metal arm as hard as you could, because it was metal. Both of you had bounced through three stores already and you still hadn’t found a dress that suited you or one that you and James had liked.
You really should have just told him that he should have just dropped you off at Target or something.
But then again, that would have made James horrified. As your Sugar Daddy, he had told you straight up from the moment that he had matched with you was that he wanted to spoil you. If you had asked him to just drop you off at Target, he probably would have had a meltdown or something.
So yeah. Target?
Out of the question.
Originally when you had signed up for the SugarDaddy website, all you had wanted was a way out. You had been a good kid in school. Hell, when you had written your essay on how a fascist government could easily overturn a democracy and the steps how to get there, all you had wanted was to join the FBI or something like that.
You had wanted to just have an out from your abusive home life.
And then, by the grace of the Fates themselves, your friend at the time had suggested you join this SugarDaddy website. With her encouragement, you had matched and met James.
James had changed your life for the better. You didn’t know what you could have done without him. And especially with what happened to you?
Yes. You wouldn’t trade being his Sugar Baby for anything else in the world.
Nope.
Nada.
Now you were a homicide detective and James was your partner. Amongst the business that he ran with his best pal in the whole wide world, Steve Rogers. Or, as you had affectionately put in your phone as Steeb. As the man had told you himself, he liked having hobbies. You just guessed that it got really lonely for him, sulking and acting like a depressed emo boy all the time.
“Well, there’s more reject dresses than accept dresses.” A sigh came from you as you finally slipped your maxi dress back on. Bending down a little so you could brush down the colorful skirt, your back straightened up as you got up.
When you turned to look back at James, you saw that he was staring at you.
As usual.
“You weren’t ogling me, were you?” Your playful, teasing tone made James just continue to look at you. “If I told you the only thing I’d want to do to you at this very moment was bend you over and fuck you in his changing room, would you say no?” He questioned.
A humming noise came from you as you pondered it. Thought about it. You weren’t one to say yes or no to sex. Sex to you was just different. You were what some people might have called a demisexual, someone who only had sex with people if you had a strong emotional bond. Your friend Val who had majored in Psychology and who was now dating her girlfriend Jane Foster had suggested that due to your upbringing, maybe that had played a part in it. And you weren’t about to disprove her argument. She was the professional after all.
“I mean,” you responded with a shrug, “—we are in a public place. I’d rather not get kicked out of Gucci.”
“Fair point.” James shrugged as he grabbed your rejected dresses, which were most of the dresses you had originally started with. You slipped on your shoes before you grabbed the accepted pile and unlocked the changing room door. James followed you out as he watched the surprised look of the lady upfront when he made sure to put the rejected dresses still on their hangers, on the rack.
“These didn’t work out. Geez… maybe I should start working out more… I take the damn subway every day…” Your mutters followed James’s snickers as the two of you headed to the register, ready for him to purchase all of your dresses.
“There’s always Versace. You always have better luck with Versace,” he suggested to you. At his suggestion, you turned your head to the side. Even though the two of you were currently still in line. “You have a point,” you nodded in agreement. “But, wouldn’t it be better to check out other stores too? I mean we did Gucci, we did Tom Ford, we did Chanel… that can’t be the only store right?”
“There’s always cider too,” James supplied. “Yeah, but that takes a bit to ship. And the event is in about a few weeks.” You were pursing your lips into a line now as the line slowly pushed you and James to the front.
“At least the dresses on there look nice. Maybe you could pair it with those Choo’s I bought you last month.” James’s suggestion didn’t fly by you unnoticed. The Choo’s he had bought you last month had looked nice. And they were comfortable. If you said so yourself.
“Those Meria’s you bought me were pretty nice,” you acknowledged with a nod as you continued to think. As the line became shorter and both of you were pushed further and further towards the front, James made sure to steer you forward.
“We can try Versace, See if there’s anything I like. But before that, can we get pretzels? I’m hungry,” the two of you had walked to a register and the woman up front had started to scan in your clothes. Dress after dress was put through, the price tag only getting higher and higher with each scan.
During the start of your relationship, you had been uncomfortable going shopping at very expensive stores, or even entertaining the thought, because you hadn’t grown up in a stable environment. Your father had spent most of your paycheck on booze, and without the extra jobs you had picked up, you probably wouldn’t even have made the rent on time. As time went on though, you were slowly coming around to treating yourself more often. Maybe buying a nice bottle of bubbly champagne every once and a while.
“Pretzels with cheese and caramel sauce, right?” James inquired. Just to make sure. Eager nods confirmed his hunch.
“Okay. We’ll go for a lunch break, and then we’ll go to Versace.” he determined once he swiped his card. You saw the matte black card and James decided to carry the bags himself. The two of you walked out of Gucci together.
After finding a pretzel place, you and James had managed to find a table and you dug into your food. James pulled out his phone, checking up on emails while you enjoyed the pure goodness that was pretzels.
Every so often, he’d peek his eyes over at you. You’d have dipped your pretzel into one of your sauces before you took a bite.
“So, just as a heads up, we’re gonna be going to the Carter Gala next month.”
James’s words made you look up from your precious pretzels.
Nods. Nods came from you.
Chew. Chew. Chew.
Munch. Munch. Munch.
Once he saw you swallow, you spoke. “The Carter family? How rich are they, from a scale from one to ten?”
“Solid twelve.”
Major eyebrow game was coming from you. You raised both eyebrows in astonishment. “A twelve, huh Sasha? That’s a first. What kind of company are they?”
“Investments. Like mine.” James supplied. You nodded in understanding. “So they’re rich rich. Gotcha.” Returning back to your food, you tore your last pretzel in half, dipping it in your caramel sauce. You had already finished with your cheese sauce. And all that was left was your caramel sauce. “Nothing beats this caramel sauce,” you sighed dreamily as you took a bite. A satisfied hum coming from you. James just watched you with an amused expression on his face.
“Anything else I should know about them?” You piped up. “Just be careful around them. They’re… superficial. The eldest Carter daughter is a bit… full of herself. Her younger sister though, she’s a nice girl.” James explained.
“Understood.”
Now that you had finished your food, you stood up. Holding your bag of empty wrappers and empty soda cup. You threw away your bag in the trash bin before James joined you, bags in his hand.
“To Versace?”
“To Versace it is.”
Back in the present, around roughly eight thirty PM…
“I knew we should have never gotten those drinks!” You hissed as you desperately tried to run in the heels that you were currently sporting on your feet.
Biting down the urge to just say “ow ow ow ow ow ow ow” a million times over, James just happily jogged next to you as if it was no sweat.
Which, unfortunately for you, was not helping.
It was totally not helping.
“Show off,” you muttered to yourself, much to James’s amusement. He didn’t snicker or laugh at you. Instead, he gave you one of his hidden smiles.
You were touched. Really, you were truly touched. James usually never smiled in public. Only when the two of you were alone, would he ever smile. Usually, he would just scowl or brood.
But in quiet moments like these, you saw those smiles he only reserved for you. It made your hand fall into his, grasping it.
“Thank you. I appreciate you, James.”
“I appreciate you too, kotenok.” was his quiet reply.
“James Barnes-Romanov and Miss Daaé.”
If you hadn’t been so focused on being rigid and focused, your legs probably would have given out on how low James’s voice was. He was a walking, screaming definition of daddy. Not to mention, for tonight’s event, he wore an all-black suit. A complete matte black suit, with polished dress shoes to match. His shoulder-length, chestnut hair was brushed and tucked behind his ears.
You were standing so close to him, gripping his hand so hard that you could smell his cologne on him. That dark, musky scent was beginning to drive you up the walls. Pretty soon, if you didn’t contain yourself, you’d probably be reduced to a bitch in heat.
It was ridiculous.
Utterly fucking ridiculous.
It was embarrassing, was what it was. You were going to hit the big three and zero in a couple of years, and this was how you were acting? Like you just wanted him to drag you to the nearest closet and fuck your brains out?
Seriously?
You needed to get a grip on yourself.
Like, ASAP.
Cause this shit was downright embarrassing.
“Oh! Right this way,” you had snapped out of your thoughts as James tugged you along, following the server to your table. Thanks to James’s connections, you were seated directly with the Carter family. As the two of you walked through the huge ballroom that had been converted and decorated for tonight’s event, you couldn’t help but feel your nerves act up again.
Even though you were dressed in the most expensive shit James could buy and spoil you in, you were reminded of just how much you didn’t belong here.
You had grown up poor. Barely being able to put food on the table. You had juggled so many jobs as a teenager, leading up to your young adult years because your father had spent so much of it. Instead of running away, like you always had imagined when you were younger.
God, you should have done that. It would have saved you the intense heartbreak and what had happened next.
You had only sat in your chair for a few minutes before chaos had begun.
Someone had bumped into you, and almost immediately, you seized up in a panic.
James knew you didn’t like being touched. Not by anyone that you didn’t know. So he scooted his chair a little closer to you. Putting his arm around you to assure you that he was still here. In an effort to calm you down.
Fortunately for him, you did calm down. Somewhat. But you were still on high alert.
“Who was that?” Was your hushed whisper.
“Just some random person. You’re alright, kotenok.” James reassured you. Grabbing the glass of water, you took a gulp in order to soothe your nerves. Nearly slamming it down, your companion noticed that your hand shook a little when you eventually put it down.
You always hated coming to events like these. Being surrounded by rich people who had nothing better to do than flex their money and brag about how much money they had. Like it was their world, and all the poor people just lived in it.
These people that were surrounding you were so detached from reality.
Some of them, anyway.
James saw you take another sip of your glass of water. “I hear the food is going to be great tonight,” he whispered quietly in your ear. “So don’t drink too much water.”
“Aye aye, Captain.” Was your dry response.
“Oh! James! How nice it is to see you!”
Amanda Carter, the wife of Harrison Carter, with her dark brown hair, mixed in with white was all nice and curly, donning a Gucci dress and Gucci heels. You could tell because smack-dab in the middle was the Gucci gold logo. Her dress was black, so it didn’t clash with the shoes. The older woman had made her way over to her table, smiling at James. When she laid eyes on you however, she frowned a little.
“I don’t believe I’ve met your date, James.” She said, a slight strain in her voice. It was as if she could smell that you weren’t rich.
Did rich people have a poor people radar or something? Like how some people had a gaydar?
It would be something that you would look into.
… or maybe it was just an Amanda Carter thing?
It was anybody’s guess, you supposed.
“This is my partner, Miss Daaé.” James’s voice was smooth as he spoke your name, introducing you to the other woman. Amanda raised a light eyebrow at you. “Daaé? Swedish?” she questioned you. She even pulled up a seat next to you so she could talk to you.
“Yes,” you gave her a nod. “My father was born in Sweden. His family immigrated to the US when he was nine months old.”
“Where in Sweden?” Amanda was continuing to question you, and you secretly wanted to die inside.
This was why you didn’t like coming to these events.
Usually, most of the time, James was the one who did all the talking. He was much better at it than you were. People flocked to him whenever he entered a room. Like he was a god, and the people at the events were his subjects. They hung on his every word. He could easily command a room without never even speaking. It was mesmerizing, the way your Sugar Daddy worked.
Snapping out of your sudden thoughts, you answered her. “Sigtuna. It’s a small town. My grandfather was a fisherman and my grandmother was a stay-at-home mother before they relocated to Queens with my father.”
“Hmm. How interesting.”
Turning her attention away from you, Amanda focused her attention on James instead. “James, I need to ask you about the—“
“No.” James fired his quick reply.
You took your phone, unlocking it with your thumb. You had just been about to click on Instagram when you heard James’s cool response. He said it faster than someone could say “Jesus.”
“I’m sorry?”
You heard Amanda’s nervous chuckle. However, you paid her no heed as you saw a text message notification from a friend pop up. Clicking on said notification, you quickly texted her back. For occasions like this, you always set your phone on silent mode. Despite disliking events like these, you still wanted to remain respectable.
“I said no. End of story.” James’s response cut her like a knife. “But James, you must see the positives,” Amanda tried to protest, but James quickly interrupted her. “You tried with Steve, Amanda. He already has someone else. You will not be trying this with me.”
“She isn’t even rich!” Amanda’s hiss reply finally made you look up from your phone. Quickly shutting it off and putting it back in your purse, you asked. “And why does her social standing matter? I am sitting right here, Mrs. Carter. I am James’s date. I have been his date for many years. So has Steven’s. They are very much happy together. I am very much poor, and so is Steve’s girlfriend. If James does not agree with the match, then please leave it at that. Your daughter’s net worth is far more than what I will ever make in my lifetime. Perhaps you should be looking into who is most experienced and qualified in inheriting your company unless you would like it to be bought by someone else. Instead of trying to marry your daughter off to the net richest person in line.”
Your cut-throat, straight-to-the-point response had Amanda gaping. You simply just raised an eyebrow with a look that said, your play.
For a few seconds, she looked flabbergasted.
“Excuse me, ma’am? Would you like a glass of champagne?” A server who had been walking by asked you. Effectively breaking the tense silence.
“I’d be thrilled, thank you.” You smiled politely and even thanked the server again when you accepted your glass of bubbly.
Taking a sip of your champagne, you watched Amanda’s face redden with embarrassment. From where James’s hand was under the table, he grasped your hand and gave it a firm squeeze.
Feeling the bubbly sensation playing around in your throat, you heard a young woman’s voice call out.
“Mother!”
A brunette young woman wearing a long, puffy red dress with a sparkly, scooped neckline. Complete with gold strappy heels that clicked and hid her feet. She made her way towards your table. Following her was a blonde-haired young woman with a silver dress that wasn’t poofy, but had a long skirt and silver heels. You noticed the brunette-haired woman’s hair was curled, while the blonde-haired woman was not. Instead, it was flat. However, she did offer you and James a polite smile.
“Mother! Did James say yes?” The brunette-haired woman asked enthusiastically.
“Doesn’t she understand that you’re literally right here?” You turned to James so you could whisper in his ear. “No,” snorted James. “If anything, she probably wouldn’t even know I was here at all.”
Resisting the urge to snort in your champagne glass, you just took another sip of the bubbly goodness to conceal your amusement.
“Why doesn’t he tell you himself, darling?”
Amanda’s smile was unkind. James could see that. He would hate to have her as an in-law.
“I said no.”
The smile on the brunette-haired woman’s face fell. “But why not?” she screeched. Having turned her sudden fury to the man in question.
And it was just then that you realized at her outburst, that you were in for a very long night.
Nine PM…
Margaret “Peggy” Carter was fuming.
Fuming!
Enraged!
Pissed off!
Seated at the Carter table, she watched with envious eyes as James interacted with his date. They exchanged quiet, unspoken words in Russian. Peggy could tell it was Russian, but she had absolutely no clue what they were talking about.
“I’m telling you, Sasha, there’s no need to put caviar on these eggs benedicts. They ruin everything,” you sighed to James.
“They provide a nice pop in your mouth, kotenok.” James’s reply had you simply sighing softly to him in return.
“Is there going to be pasta on the menu? What kind of pasta is it going to be? Pasta aglio olio?” You decided to switch the subject.
“Cacio e pepe,” James informed you lightly. A sort of pleased noise came from you.
“Oh, I haven’t had that in ages…”
But then, you were suddenly scrunching up your nose and frowning. Peggy wondered what kind of shit you were going to spew out of your mouth next.
“But that isn’t fancy though… it’s just pepper, cheese, and pasta water…” your frown intensified as you looked at James.
“Should I eat that?”
“Yes.” nodded James firmly.
“Yes, you should.”
“You know, if you’re going to talk shit, speak in English so we know what you’re saying.”
Almost immediately, you nearly frowned at the brunette-haired woman.
No.
Peggy Carter.
The eldest daughter of the Carter fortune, and the heiress of the company. You had noticed that she had been practically giving “fuck me” eyes to James for nearly almost an hour. You weren’t usually a jealous or possessive person, but boy oh boy— did Peggy kick that zero up to a ten so quick. So fucking quick. You even had the passing thought of gripping James’s thigh and maybe glaring daggers at her, so she knew who James belonged to.
Was that a toxic mindset to have?
Yeah.
Should you have had that mindset at the time being?
No. Fucking hell no. You should not have had that mindset at all.
But right here, right now— you did.
Oh yes, you did.
One-hundred percent, you did.
And it was pissing you off.
Why were you even acting like this?
It baffled you.
But, as you replied to the eldest Carter daughter, you bit down on that bile you felt in your throat.
“I was just asking James what kind of pasta we were having. I was hoping to have pasta aglio e olio. It isn’t hard to cook. And it also doesn’t have a lot of ingredients.”
“Oh, I love pasta aglio e oilo!” The blonde woman, Sharon you learned her name was, beamed at you. Finding a friend through all of this mess, you offered her a genuine smile in return.
“I’m usually really lazy,” Sharon continued on. “So whenever I don’t feel like whipping up a masterpiece, I usually make that.”
“I’m lazy all of the time,” your response had Sharon absolutely laughing. “—so I make that most of the time. James wonders why I haven’t gotten sick of it yet.”
“And I still also wonder why you make it so spicy,” James’s added mutter made you snort this time. “Because I like it spicy, Sasha. That’s why.” Your rebuttal just made James roll his eyes in kind. You knew he was teasing though.
“And,” you added because you were on a roll tonight. “Your white boy self can’t handle much spice anyway.”
James just scoffed at that notion.
But the two of you knew better.
It wasn’t like he could eat human food anyway.
Sharon was about to ask you another question, but Peggy suddenly spoke.
“Mother, I think I leaked through. Can I go to the bathroom for a quick second?” the eldest Carter child asked her mother. “Of course, darling.” Amanda smiled at her. Peggy quickly excused herself and quickly bolted for the ladies' room.
James watched as she left, doing the staring thing he always did. He smelled the blood, but deep in his gut, he could feel something wrong.
The blood didn’t smell right.
Why didn’t the blood smell right?
As people talked and gossiped, he turned his direction back to the stage. While you were on your phone, mindlessly scrolling. Replying back to texts, if you felt like it.
All of a sudden, a few minutes later, the lights went out. Endless voices cried out in surprise, but James remained calm, cool, and collected in his seat. You shut off your phone again, feeling for your purse. Once you found it, you slipped your phone back inside.
Then an announcer’s voice, a man’s, rang out from the mic.
“Can I have your attention, please?”
There was a high-pitched ringing. It made most people cover their ears, James included.
“Fuck,” you heard him utter under his breath. You patted his shoulder in reassurance.
“… we’re so sorry about that,” you heard the man standing up front at the podium, on the stage chuckle nervously. “Please give us a moment. The feedback is a little messy…”
All of a sudden, James squeezed your hand three times.
It suddenly set you on alert. You didn’t allow it to show on your face though. By now, you were a seasoned professional. Really, you should have tried out for an Off-Broadway play with your acting skills. It could be a smash hit.
Those three squeezes.
Something was wrong.
The announcer’s next words quickly snapped you out of your thoughts.
“… Please welcome to the stage, Harrison Carter!”
You and James politely clapped along with everyone else, but that terrible feeling in your gut wouldn’t leave you.
As the spotlights shined on the stage, you saw Harrison Carter walk out. Dressed in a pinpoint black suit, you watched as he walked.
Only…
Your eyes widened.
He only took a few steps forward, before he fell onto the stage face first.
A gleaming silver knife was embedded into his back, and the handle was pure silver as well.
Someone screamed.
People started to get up.
Some even started running towards the doors in a panic.
Pretty soon, nearly everyone was in a panic. You saw Amanda Carter screaming, pleading for help as tears streamed down her face. Ruining her makeup. Sharon was screaming too, shouting for her father as she started to run towards the stage, only to be held back by SP. Still, Sharon tried her most damn to claw free, in order to get to her father.
Only you and James were the only ones who did not panic.
“Police! Someone call the police!” You heard Amanda scream. It was at that moment, that you stood up.
“You don’t need to call the police.”
Amanda turned wildly to you. She whirled her head in your direction, anger, grief, and pain written all over her face.
“My husband’s just been murdered!” She screamed at you.
Unbothered, your hand dove straight down into your purse before you found it.
Pulling it out, you flashed it in her face.
“Hello, ma’am. I’m sorry for not telling you all the stuff earlier. I’m Detective Daaé. And this is my partner, James Buchanan Barnes.”
Roughly around nine forty five PM…
Police arrived on the scene roughly a couple of minutes later.
Which, you didn’t blame them.
Late New York traffic was a bitch. Especially because the venue was a bit far away from the police station.
Many of your colleagues were giving you amused or confused looks. The ones that were amused joked with you when they got there.
“And once again, Daaé has beat us again to the scene of the crime.” Peter Quill, your fellow co-worker joked.
You just rolled your eyes good-naturedly as you did your usual fist bump with him.
“Suck a dick, Quill.” You responded to him bluntly, causing him to laugh. James just stood a few feet away from you, staring.
“He’s doin’ the starin’ thing again,” remarked Helen Cho, the Head of the Medical Examination center as she walked past you. You just let out a snort as the Korean woman made her way to the stage, to look at the body. James was unaffected, still doing the staring thing as he always did. Striding his way toward you, the tall, broad-shouldered man put his hands on your shoulders, using the top of your head as a little stool for his head.
“Oh look,” snickered Mantis, who was Helen’s assistant from the Medical Examination Center. “They’re flirting again everyone.”
“Highly unusual,” another voice piped up that James didn’t recognize. Nor did he put a name to the face.
“Alright— settle down. All of you.”
Captain Carol Danvers briskly walked into the room. A hard look on her face as she scanned the area. People had been cleared out of the crime scene, and they were instructed to not tell anyone of what had happened and were sent home. Needless to say, this gala banquet definitely hit in your Top Five Most Exciting Gala Events ever. Other than that one time where some dude named Carter Baizen had walked up to the stage and slapped the shit out of another guy named John Walker for badmouthing his wife.
That event however, would remain the number one spot in your heart. Oh yes, you cherished that moment so deeply.
“Remember that one time, at the one gala where Carter Baizen slapped the shit outta John Walker?” You said causally to your partner in crime as your Captain walked closer and closer to the harmonious duo that was you and your Sugar Daddy.
“Mhmmm. And he told him to ‘keep my wife’s name out of your fucking mouth.’ Oh yes, I remember. People filmed that. It went viral. So sad that Frank’s sex tape beat that video.” James nodded in a solemn way as you let out a very unladylike snort at his response. Finding it absolutely hilarious. “Frank is definitely attractive. I see how his personal assistant slept with him. He definitely has a very nice oral game.”
“And what about my oral game? Are you saying his is better than mine?” questioned James.
“Well, I’ve never been eaten out by Frank before. Perhaps I’ll set an appointment so I can compare my notes,” you hummed in reply. At James’s scowl, you hid your laugh.
“Daaé. Romanov. This isn’t time for social hour.” Carol told the two of you sternly. You gazed up at the man who was currently using you as a resting stool for his chin. “You heard the Captain,” you informed your partner cheerfully. With a low grumble, James detached himself from you. However, he did hold your hand.
“Where’s the Carter family?” Having switched to English, you stared at your Captain head-on.
“In the foyer area,” Carol informed you. “Thanks, boss! Man… I was really looking forward to eating that caico e pepe, Sasha… I’m hungry now…” Were your words as you walked out of the huge ballroom, James walking beside you as always. “We can pick up something on the way home?” He suggested. Pausing in your thoughts but continuing your merry way, you said. “Oh yeah… that Chinese restaurant is usually open until two AM, right?” At James’s confirming nod, you relaxed a little.
“Oh noooo… this means I’m gonna feel bad after I eat it,” you groaned in dismay. “Well, I’ll have to bake some veggies for lunch or something… sweet potato fries… would that cut it?” You wondered.
“Sweet potato fries with broccoli and onions?” James suggested helpfully. “And maybe some eggs? Y’know… for protein?” You threw in. Just to have more ideas and options.
“Mmm… eggs…” James sighed to himself. “Oh yeah, that flan I had yesterday was pretty good,” you acknowledged with a nod and slight neediness in your voice. The two of you entered the foyer area, where the remaining Carter family were standing. Absolutely swamped by police and reporters.
Mostly reporters.
“Alright, alright—“ your voice boomed over the endless shouts of reporters. Your Choo’s smack smacked against the ceramic floors of the building as you strode your way over.
Sharon Carter watched as the reporters stopped and made way for you and James. Unlike before, when you had been seated at the same table as her, you didn’t look like you clearly didn’t want to be there.
No.
You looked positively headstrong. A no-nonsense look was on your face as you eyed every Carter family member down. James was the same as always. Brooding. Watching.
“The Misses are not taking questions at this time. Thank you for your time, but you all need to leave.” Your voice rang out as reporters started to protest, but a look from you silenced them.
“Sasha,” you called out to your companion. “Let’s go.”
Ten PM…
Somehow in some way, shape, or form— you had managed to scour food for you, Amanda, Peggy, and Sharon. You happily slurped on your pasta while James sat beside you.
“Um… does he want some food?” asked Sharon awkwardly. “I’m not hungry,” James answered her smoothly. Sharon just blinked at him before nodding. Returning back to her food. You were sitting beside him, but he had snuck his leg under yours, pulling you even closer to him. The two of you were practically hip to hip. All the while there was some commotion outside, people still cleaning up the crime scene.
“So…” you looked up from your pasta. Amanda Carter was giving you a considering look. Far from the look she had been giving you earlier in the ballroom. “You’re a detective?”
“Homicide detective,” you clarified for her. “I mostly deal with domestic violence abuse victims, child abuse victims, or child neglect.”
“Ah.”
You slurped up another noodle.
Chew. Chew. Chew. Chew.
“And… how long have you been a homicide detective?” Amanda asked you again. “I was a police officer for about two years before I became a homicide detective. I’m turning twenty-seven soon.” You informed her.
A look of surprise came over her face. “I didn’t know you were twenty-seven!” proclaimed Sharon. “You don’t look like you’re twenty-seven! I thought you were still in your early twenties!”
You noticed Peggy was silent.
“Why did you become a homicide detective?”
Peggy’s question didn’t throw you off guard. Most people usually asked this question. Usually, you’d just reply with a, “Oh, personal problems” and just leave it at that.
But something was twisting deep in your gut when you looked at Peggy Carter. So when you answered her, it even surprised you.
“My dad. He wasn’t the greatest dude. I didn’t have a happy home life, so I wanted other people to at least have one.”
James’s hold on you tightened. If possible, his eyes were slowly turning dark.
You wondered when was the last time he had fed.
Had it been a week? Two? Three? Four?
Slurping up the last bit of your noodle, you put your fork down.
“Excuse me,” you apologized politely to the three women. “I need to talk to James about something.” Hissing him to get up and follow you, the two of you scurried out of the room.
James only followed you down the hallway for a few feet before he grabbed a hold of your arm, tugging you down to the empty closet he had spotted earlier when the two of you had arrived. Ignoring your hissed protests, he dragged you inside, making sure to shut the door.
“Where’s the goddamn light switch…” your hisses were cut off by you suddenly being pushed against the wall.
You couldn’t help it.
You let out a squeak of surprise.
His heavy breathing just confirmed for you that your Sugar Daddy had indeed, not fed for a while.
“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout how good ya smell…” his low timbre made your legs begin to twitch. Your pussy clenched around nothing as he slotted his body against yours, something akin to a growl erupting from his throat.
“Oh, Kitten. I can smell you. Can smell how wet you’ve been for me. You’re bein’ needy and bratty, aren’t cha?”
His words made you bite down a whimper. You were still feeling horny as shit.
“Didn’t like the way she was looking at you,” your breath stuttered as James heard your breathy tone. “Wanted you to fuck me, Daddy. Wanted your fingers so bad…”
A deep groan came from your Daddy. “Kotenok… you don’t know what you’re askin’…”
“Uh-uh.” You shook your head no. “Know what I’m askin’.” To prove your point, you even grinded against him. James inhaled deeply, his palms nearly shaking. His gloved hand brushed over your dress, making you shudder.
Your skin felt so hot. You felt like you were on fire.
“Please,” your plea came out into a breathy whisper. “Need you, Sasha. Need you so bad.”
“Don’t tempt me,” James growled. You shamelessly rolled your hips down against him. You were also pretty sure you were breathing pretty heavily too.
“I’ll use Armadillo tonight.” You threatened him.
In the complete utter darkness, James’s nostrils flared up. “You wouldn’t dare use that toy of depravity against me.” He hissed in a confrontational tone. “You don’t fuck me, I find other means.” A triumphal tone was evident in your voice as you leaned back. Clearly thinking that you had bested your Daddy.
… until you felt a sharp canine brush over your neck. Your entire body shuddered and thrummed with need.
“I’m always three steps ahead of you, kotenok. Don’t forget that.” James hummed against your skin as his teeth trailed over your skin in a teasing manner. Just to remind you that he could bite you and sink his teeth in, but he wouldn’t. Even if he could.
“… stop teasing…” Was your soft whimper.
He could smell your arousal. It was like small little wisps of smoke floating up in his nose. Your blood sang to him and he could feel how hungry he was.
But he needed to keep himself in control. He wasn’t a monster.
Removing his glove from his left hand, he quickly shoved it in his back pocket. Your thighs pressed together in anticipation.
Lifting up the skirt of your dress, James pushed your panties to the side. Plunging a metal finger inside of you, he felt your body seize up. Your breath caught in your throat as your mouth fell open into an O. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the cooling sensation, compared to how hot your body felt.
“… shit…” gasped James as he let out a grunt. You were so wet and your pussy was sucking him in. His precious girl was speaking to him. And he was listening.
Without skipping a beat, he started pumping his finger in and out of you, quickly adding two more fingers before you could blink.
Your breathless moans soon filled the small, cramped space. James himself had buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as his fingers continued to push up into your sloshing mess of a cunt. His thumb rubbed against your clit roughly, providing that much-needed friction as you grinded against him, your hips rolling down onto his. With his body pressed against yours so closely, you could feel the bulge in his pants press against you really tight. That only spurred you on getting even wetter than you already were, your arousal dripping down his fingers and onto his metal palm.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit. Fuck, Sasha. Feels so good Daddy.” You moaned pathetically like a teenage girl dry humping her boyfriend for the first time. A loose whimper fell from your lips when you felt his finger probe against your g-spot.
“Oh my god, yes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Right there, oh my god. Don’t stop, please, please, please,” you were resisting the urge to be loud like you usually were with him. But knowing that you two were in a cramped, small space in a public setting?
High unlikely that you were going to corrupt any innocent souls tonight.
James’s pace quickened as he continued to position his fingers in and out of you, the wet squelching noises of his fingers pushing back in, shoving his fingers as deep as he could inside of you filling his ears. Along with your moans.
And when his teeth eventually sank into your neck, finally drinking from you, you came with a muffled moan. James’s flesh hand had clasped over your mouth. Silencing your noises.
They were only supposed to be for him, after all.
Removing his mouth from your neck, you felt a little light-headed. You had to take a couple of seconds to regain your composure.
Taking his metal fingers out of your gushing cunt, he slipped them into his mouth. Moaning at the pure taste of you. Your cheeks flushed.
“Sasha!” You hissed at him. Nearly choosing to swat his shoulder. But you didn’t.
“Go out first. I’ve got… unfinished business to do.”
You just blinked at him for a split second.
“Are you… hard?” Your voice was full of disbelief.
“Yes,” stated James bluntly.
“O-Oh… I mean… I-I can help, if—“ you stammers were cut off. “No,” was James’s brisk reply. You immediately stopped talking. “It’s okay. Go out first.”
Just about when you reached the door, you heard a low, “Spit in my hand.”
Turning back around, searching for James in the dark, you felt him grab your wrist and tug you towards him again.
Your hands fell to his slacks, unbuttoning the button with a low popping noise.
His voice was low. “You don’t have to help me. All I need is your spit and thoughts of your pussy. That should be more than enough help.”
Your cheeks burned. “Then gimme your hand,” you snapped at him. Although you couldn’t see him in the pitch darkness, a smile tugged at his lips.
His flesh hand gripped your chin, telling you which hand to spit into. Bending your head down, a spitting noise echoed in the quiet, small cramped space.
“See you outside, Sasha.”
Some time around eleven thirty PM…
You had been roped in with some other work, so by the time you had gotten around to finally feeling like you had peace of mind, you had lost track of where James had ended up.
Fortunately for you, James had popped up. Looking the exact same. He didn’t look like he had just masturbated himself to the near-brink of death.
Lucky bastard.
“Busied yourself in the joys of the flesh for far too long, have you?” Your crisp response had James gazing at you with utter amusement.
“What can I say,” shrugged your number one person in the world, “—you are quite the vixen.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, Sasha.”
The two of you were walking down the hallway back to the Carter women. Mostly everyone who had been there to clean up the crime scene was already heading home. Colleagues and friends alike who you caught on their way out said goodbye. James just did his usual staring thing.
A loud piercing scream suddenly echoed down the hallway.
You took off running, even yanking off your Choo’s to get there faster.
James had never been more thankful in his long life for his enhanced endurance. His super speed. He easily caught up with you as you bolted down the hall to get to where the screaming was coming from.
Upon reaching the spot, you froze in your tracks.
There was a dead body.
Now, you had seen plenty of dead bodies in your life before. It came with the job occupation, after all.
The dead body appeared to be a woman with dark brown hair. You also noticed her hair was naturally curly. Blood splattered all over her white shirt.
Something was off, about this woman, though.
And James caught it. But, before he could voice his opinion, Peggy decided to open her mouth to shriek.
“She did it! She’s the one who murdered my dad!”
If you had been in her position, you probably would have felt pity for her. Her own father had been murdered, after all. It reminded you of your own past relationship with your father. Just the thought of him made you feel that familiar deep pain in your chest. You hadn’t felt that pain for a long time. Over the years, you had tried getting through it. You had accepted after a long time ago that you would never get over it. You still had the scars on your chest to prove it.
But day by day, that deep pain in your chest slowly loosened. That dark cloud that had followed you and loomed over you slowly went away.
Seeing this dead woman’s body and hearing Peggy’s shout had made all of your old feelings rush up to the surface again.
“… If she was the one who murdered your father, then why is she dead?”
James’s voice broke you out of your thoughts.
“Because she probably felt bad that she did it! She probably couldn’t handle the fact that she killed someone and so she had to off herself to make herself feel better!” Peggy fired right back at him. James however, was still not impressed.
“If that’s what you’re saying… then why is her jacket also still off?” came his next question.
“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw,” you breathed out. Just realizing the jacket was off.
Everything in your brain started firing at you all at once.
James saw the look on your face.
You had figured it out.
All of the puzzle pieces had fallen into place. Like the entire puzzle piece had been finished. All those jagged, uneven pieces were now in their correct place.
“You… you did it.”
Mrs. Carter cried out. Sharon looked horrified.
You were staring Peggy Carter right in the eyes.
“I didn’t do it!” She screeched. “
What evidence do you have?” She challenged you.
“Your dress.”
“What?”
“You dress,” you continued. You were looking at the poofy ballgown-like skirt with a critical eye. “You said earlier, a few minutes before the lights went out that you had leaked through. But any woman knows with that type of dress, in that type of color that anyone looking could see you had bled through it. That red color won’t cover up leakage. They’ll show the color because blood red is much darker than your dress color. But you weren’t showing.”
Peggy’s red dress looked like a candy red apple color. It reminded you of Maria Reynolds's red dress from Hamilton.
“Not to mention,” you had turned back around to look at the dead body once more. “The woman’s shoes were off. Your poofy skirt would have been able to cover your shoes. I didn’t quite see your heels before you had lifted your skirt to get up from the table. And to not mention, if your mom hadn’t forced you to wear heels at a very young age, your feet probably would’ve been sore. Or you would’ve had blisters by now. There’s no reason why the SP would her shoes off.”
“But the SP are everywhere!” Peggy’s protest made you smirk.
“Exactly.”
“What the hell are you trying to say?” Amanda shouted at you.
“Your daughter’s right. The SP are everywhere. They’ve been at these events for so long that people don’t even notice them anymore. They’re like white noise to people. And when the lights went out, it was a perfect moment for you to strike.”
“You managed to catch the SP off guard. And then after you killed her, you impersonated her. You went back inside. She had your curled hair. You were wearing sunglasses. No one would be able to tell the difference. So after you got in, you grabbed the knife and snuck up on your father, just before he was about to walk on stage. After you stabbed him, you fled. The chaos inside allowed you to change and come back inside without anyone noticing. But you forgot one thing.”
“What?” She bit at you.
“You’re still wearing the shoes.”
Sharon gasped in horror as James walked up to Peggy, only to yank up her skirt, revealing the shoes. Black booties were on her feet.
The same ones that were missing on the SPs.
“So what if I did it? You don’t have any motivation on why I would do it!” Peggy shouted at you.
“Oh. But I do.”
Peggy took a step back, just as you took a step forward. Grabbing her by the scooped collar of her neckline, you forced her to look right into your eyes.
“You wanted to get married to James. To merge your companies. To make you even richer, because you’re under his company name. He owns you.”
“How do you know that?” Sharon was surprised. Dropping Peggy for a second, you pulled out your phone. “These things are really helpful with research. And because I spend so much time with James. He tells me everything. A month before we came here, I asked him questions on the way home. He told me that he invests in your company. He bought you because your husband, Mrs. Carter, was gambling with the mob.”
“H-He… he never told—“ Amanda breathed out in horror.
“Of course he didn’t. He didn’t want to tell you he was embezzling money from the company to fund his poker games. But the mob… they aren’t kind to people who don’t pay them on time. Sooner or later, he probably figured out that they’d put a hit on him. So, he decided to compromise. And that’s where Sasha came in.”
Turning your gaze to James, you saw his wide smirk.
He loved seeing you in your element.
“A marriage between two powerful people would be extraordinary for him. He would have more access to money. More access means more money to fund his games. But, James must have figured something was up. So he said no.”
“And that’s how you found out.” You had redirected your watchful gaze back to Peggy, who was still on the floor.
“You snooped around his office one day, and you found proof of his embezzling. And then, after James said no to the match, you snapped. So, you decided to kill your father. Because you wanted the money too. He’s probably got a will somewhere, providing you, Sharon, and your mother with money if anything ever happened to him. You’re just a greedy rich bitch with a trust fund.”
Having completed your analysis, you stood there. Eyebrow raised as if waiting for something to happen.
And something did happen.
Even before you could react. Peggy got onto her feet and lunged for you.
So you did the most reasonable thing ever.
You whacked her right in the face with your purse. And when she was down, you did it again. Repeatedly hitting her with your purse, you did it until she was completely knocked out.
And okay sure, her nose was bleeding a little.
So maybe yeah, you probably had hit her a little too hard.
But anywho.
“I’ll take her into custody. You take the Carters home.”
You looked at James.
“Are you sure?” You asked him. “Yeah,” he replied. Giving him a nod, he watched as you led the remaining two Carter women out. Once he knew you were out of sight, he pulled out his phone. Unlocking it with his thumb, he opened his contacts and clicked on the right conversation. His thumbs flew over the keyboard as he began to type.
James: I went to the store but I wasn’t able to find the red bean popsicles. Is regular cherry popsicles okay?
Around one AM, ish…
By the time James had gotten home from dropping Peggy off, he heard silence.
Which wasn’t all that odd.
But then, as he walked up the stairs of the luxurious Brown Townhouse that he shared with you in Brooklyn, he heard it.
Crying. Soft sobs.
Almost immediately, he knew it was you.
Speeding up his pace, he quickly found himself in the master bedroom of the house. Opening the door fully, golden light filled in the room.
He saw your lump on the bed, shaking. Little broken sobs were coming from you as you tried to keep yourself under control.
And you had.
You had tried.
You had fucking tried to keep yourself together. Once you had escorted Amanda and Sharon Carter back to their penthouse in Manhattan, you had hailed a cab to take you back to Brooklyn. You had texted Carol on your way home, saying that you’d give her a debriefing tomorrow. Because you were frigging exhausted as shit.
So once you got home, you immediately peeled off your dress, followed by your bra and panties. Even chucking off of your shoes. Pulling yourself the hottest bath you could, you even brought out the candles.
It was gonna be that kind of night.
You sat in the tub, drowning in your thoughts for what had seemed like an eternity. When you realized that the water had gotten cold, you had stepped out. After changing into comfy clothes and blow-drying your hair, you immediately felt the bile reach up in your throat.
You had vomited in the toilet. After finishing, you rinsed your mouth and washed your face. And then brushed your teeth.
After all that, you had laid in bed until the thought had become too much.
Now, now you were spilling all of it out.
You barely even felt James sliding into the bed on the other side, trying his best to comfort you. He wrapped his arms around you.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about—“ a hiccup, “I-I… I couldn’t stop thinking about him… I-I know he’s been declared missing but I… I just… I couldn’t stop… I couldn’t stop…”
You were trembling. Shaking. Utterly in shock.
James remembered. He remembered meeting you that faithful week when everything had suddenly taken a turn for the worst. He remembered how the dinner had gone, and when the two of you had gotten in his car, he had nearly lost control.
By the end of the night, you had ended up straddling him, kissing him feverishly. You remembered he had made you cum that night. Right in his car.
It had been that same week when your father had finally snapped. Gone into the deep end. James had wired money into your account that had you paying the rent and the bills early. He had given you so much money that you had been able to pay for five months’ worth. The two of you had gotten into a heated argument.
When he had stabbed you, he had done it. Over and over. You had been laying in a pool of blood, weakly crawling to get to your phone to call James. He had been so lucky to find that his younger sister Natalia was near you. The redhead had managed to get you to the hospital while her older brother had dealt with your father.
Usually, James was not the type to enjoy punishments. Or dealing them out. That was reserved for his cousin. The head of the New York criminal underworld— Nick Fowler had to deal out punishments. Anyone who dared to cross him, or his wife would have to pay a hefty price.
James hadn’t been happy when he had found your father. But he had enjoyed killing him. Every time the hammer went down on his body and he’d heard another sickening crack of his bones breaking, it filled him with joy.
Ever since his family had been cursed with the curse of immorality and forced to walk upon this earth for centuries, James had never truly felt the feeling the people had called love.
But seeing you at the restaurant, listening to you, watching you— filled him with that strange feeling. Deep in his wretched, black ugly soul. He felt a spark. He suddenly felt as if he was living again. You were the air he suddenly breathed. You were the sunshine that shined over him. You were that light at the end of the tunnel. His light in the darkness.
For a long time now, he had accepted who he was. That he would never change. That he was incapable of changing.
So when he had murdered your father without drinking a drop of his blood, he didn’t feel bad. When your old man had been declared missing, he had reassured you that your father wouldn’t be getting anywhere near you again.
He was there every step of the way when you had decided to go to therapy. He had been there to encourage you to follow your dreams. He had been there when you had become a homicide detective. He had been there when you had confessed that you were in love with him. He had been the first one that you had ever slept with. Ever in your life.
You were his, and he was yours.
A gasp left you when his metal hand crept down your thighs, gently probing the tip of his finger around the fabric of your panties. His fingers rolled and rubbed against your clothed clit, devouring your sweet noises of pleasure as his mouth left hot kisses down the back of your neck. Going lower and lower. Flesh hand finding your shirt and bunching it up as his metal thumb rubbed circles onto your clit.
Rocking against you, his front pressed down onto your back as you felt him grinding down onto your ass. His hardened cock pressed deeper and deeper as his rubbing became quicker and faster.
All the while cries, moans, and pleas fell from you. You were breathing so heavily while you rocked your hips, grinding down onto the palm of his metal hand. Lost in the pleasure he was giving you.
“I’m— fuck I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered. “Needy lil kitten. Who’s makin’ you feel this good, huh? Tell me who’s makin’ you feel this good.” His voice ghosted over the nape of your neck.
“Daddy,” you gasped. Your mouth falling into a perfect O shape. “Daddy’s makin’ me feel this good.”
Tensely you rocked more into him. Grinding onto his palm just right. Your tits were straining and bouncing in the soft cotton material of your tank top.
“That’s right, kitten. Doin’ so well. Don’t you worry. Daddy’s gonna make it all better sweetheart. Cause you’re my best girl.”
With that, you came. You whimpered and sobbed. Crying out loud when your climax overwhelmed you, soaking you through as your legs continued to shake. The aftershocks of your orgasm being ridden through as James humped himself like a teenage boy against you, his lips stuttering as he came right in his pants.
The two of you stayed in bed for a while, deciding to cuddle. Because you wanted to be as close to James as you could. He held you, having changed out of his clothes. Naked and bare beside you, your head perched on his chest as you dozed off.
Briefly, as James laid there in bed next to you, because he didn’t need sleep. He thought.
His younger adopted sister mentioned something called her “red ledger.”
“I have red in my ledger,” he remembered her telling him once. It had probably been a few decades ago at this point. But he had remembered her words, how she explained to him that there had been patches in her past that she wasn’t proud of. She had killed people in order for her family to stay together.
Ivan. Melina. Yelena. That was her family. And her family had accepted him in, along with his cousins. They became his second family. He had killed in order to keep his new family together.
But when he killed in your name… it was different. You were more than family. You weren’t someone he just protected because he wanted to.
He chose to protect you.
You were the light of his life. His joy. His girl.
As Natalia said, he also had red in his ledger. And it was okay.
No one would ever take you away from him ever again.
Pretty soon, he’d be sure that Nick would put his plan into action. Once Peggy got in jail, he would leave it to his cousin.
Accidents happened in jail all the time.
For now though, James wouldn’t dwell on those thoughts. Instead, he focused on holding you, whispering in your ear about how much he loved you.
Everything would be fine and dandy.
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Old Blood vampires are so DRAMATIC. My god
Well... Sweetheart is ok. I'm glad cuz I was afraid for them. Milo is there with them so its fine. Everything is fine... Even tho they got pushed back away from the drama. WHO?🦉
Baby this ain't clue. ENOUGH WITH THE "I can't talk right now" YES NOW
The King of House Bennett is still dead as hell and Alexis and Porter acting like the tea it too stale to spill. SPILLL
Check his ass Asher. CHECK HIM👏🏾
I would like to remind y'all that asher is him. ASHER IS THAT GUY🤷🏾
Oop... Vampire justice. Oh y'all... A public square root trial. Speaking Her Majesty Queen Baz of House Baz. She got the power and a mouth on her. STOP THE DOG COMMENTS🏃🏾
Porter stay getting smacked in his mouth. How many teeth you still got? SPEAK UP... TELL US EVERYTHING... William asked YOU🦉 To come back to Dahlia. My man is sus right now. Well a theory has been Proven. Someone make a list
Alexis and Porter just playing right now at this point. Like... Me too, I can't be serious in a serious conversation. But PLS y'all.
Christopher is another type of delulu "Closeknit had never done anything like that"uh sunshine has yet to leave the basement yet and I aint forgot that ad they put after the inversion.
Demon blood? On a letter opener? DID WE LEARN ANYTHING FROM THE IMPERIUM?
Baby their aint enough evidence after its all on you Christopher you gots to go. 🚶🏾
*Christopher gets beheaded*
Damn.. I was just playin' tho... Well safe to say William is orchestrated the entire thing and I WAS RIGHT THAT... And the Shaw pack aint getting another invitation.
Angel and Darlin in the corner drinking whatever good beverages they got in the corner...Sum I would do..
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Hey Caden! I hope you are well!!! I’ve been reading Donna Haraway for my thesis for a Science Fiction course on ethnofuturism and I was wondering if you’ve ever read her stuff or if there was anything to correlate between Succession and her work since her comments on biomedical literature, nature, and artufactualism remind me both of what you’ve written and a lot of what Succession has said on the body and the manipulations of what is fact and fiction. I’m just curious so sorry for the weirdly worded ask and no pressure if it’s not a subject with a lot to comment on!
hi megan! i'm good ^_^ hope you're also well!
my familiarity with haraway is partially secondhand (ie, she pops up in a lot of people's footnotes, so i'm more likely to encounter her ideas that way than by reading her directly) but yes, i do think there are connections to be made here.
haraway works in a social constructivist paradigm (stop me if you've heard this before) that emphasises the socially embedded ('artifactual') nature of scientific theory and the artificiality of the boundaries between nature and culture, nature and technology, and technology and the body. my very strong opinion is that succession makes a lot of overlapping claims, such as by showing the socially constructed nature of truth (the roys constantly narrativise and re-narrativise, and the show rarely plays god by telling us who's 'correct'), and in the way the characters use language (the words are often empty, meaningless, or semantically re-deployed, thus challenging accepted categories of fact and methods of fact-making).
in this vein, i've written a little before about succession as post-structuralist. the major difference i would identify between haraway and succ (besides specific subject matter) is that haraway works in science and technology studies, a field with a predominantly sociological slant, whereas i think succ makes its critique more through the tools of historicisation. however, these methods obviously have a tendency to bleed into one another, and there's a reason most historians of the past few generations have a broadly constructivist philosophical orientation.
if you're into this stuff you might like some of the other sts/philsci classics (bruno latour, david bloor, paul feyerabend, sandra harding, simon schaffer) or the standard post-structuralists (deleuze, derrida, foucault, etc) or even some of the new materialists (jane bennett, karen barad, graham harman, quentin meillassoux). truly very sexy stuff i'm always reading succ through my little constructivist-historicist-materialist lens >:)
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I need to get this crack theory out of my system before I get the chance to finish the event quest
So like, looking a Dottore and at Razor, gets my brain turning.
Cause like lets face it, Cyno an Razor look the same just as Bennett an Thoma do, by which i mean they actually look nothing alike aside from the general first impression vibe
Dottore and Razor tho?
If we go from hair and eye color alone theyr'e the best match
Theory being that when Dottore was figuring out cloning he created a defective clone that he for some reason didn't eliminate immidietally, makes no sense but hush-
And you could also be like "well if you say that Razor is juat Dottore's clone, how come he doesn't at all kidnap anyone that comes trough the forest and commit silly experiments on them?"
Well ye, dottore deemed him as defective since he didn't clone himself but rather accedentally created another being that just so happens to look like him
This theory has more holes in it than my eraser that I poke for fun during classea but it still could be an AU possibilty-
Just imagine the plottwist
The most adorable being in teyvat that above all cares about his family and friends and would take a bullet for you no question (lets face it razor is the cutest of all the kids and doggo bois, go argue with a wall) is one way or another related to the second fatui harbinger that was the indirect cause of Crepus' death, tortured Collei and countless other defensless kids with terminal illness, harvested knowledge in sumeru by trapping everyone in a never ending time loop dream, the "death" of katheryne, death of his research partn-
Just think about it...
But don't think too much or it falls apart
#genshin impact#i'm running on 5hrs of sleep and a bottle of rat poision tea#just#just hear me out#genshin razor#dottore#genshin dottore#crack theory#my dummas cannot come up with an actuall plaisible theory like ever#as said#could be a funky au
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LOVESTORY - Chp 4
why don’t you pick on someone your own…never mind
warnings: swearing, harsh language, it’s a bullying scene so yeah
Thaddeus actually kept his word about seeing me the next day. And not just during class. He sat with me at lunch again. And he did so the day after that. And the day after that. And the day af- you get the idea. The first few times he ate with me, he asked if I wanted him to leave and I always said (shook my head) no. He stopped asking after a while.
By the end of the first week, Thaddeus figured out I responded better to Yes or No questions than ones that required verbal responses. By the end of the fifth, he’d managed to loosely interpret my nods, head shakes, expressions and gestures and we’d hold conversations that, to the other students, probably made Thaddeus look…kinda weird, to say the least. I felt bad for putting him through all that but he didn’t seem to mind.
The only real problem with this system was that there was just no way to answer some questions nonverbally. Thaddeus could ask me what my favourite colour was (turquoise) and then list them until he got it right and then I’d cock my head to the side or point at him to ask him what his was (black) but he couldn’t ask me anything really specific. I also couldn’t ask him my own questions like, the most prominent one in my mind, if we were friends or not. Sure, he willingly ate with me every day (which I was really grateful for) and seemed to actually like hanging out with me for some reason but after not having friends in so long, I grew pretty cynical almost in self-defence.
Yet every day, he continued to sit with me and when he left, he always reassured me that he’d see me later. At one point, I even started to wonder if he had some kind of ulterior motive but ultimately wrote off that theory after I genuinely couldn’t think of a single thing someone could get out of sitting with me (maybe brownie points but other people would actually have to care about me for that to work).
Sometimes he’d talk about himself or tell stories. Sometimes he’s ask me things. Sometimes he’d rant. Sometimes we’d eat in silence and that was fine too. I got more and more used to him with each passing day. I enjoyed his company. He was fun to be around. He listened to me (to the best of his abilities) and never forced me to say anything. A few days ago, I even managed to smile at him, a genuine one too. He looked ecstatic.
I’d eavesdropped on some people talking right in front of me (being the Quiet Kid had some perks) and found out that not many people seemed to like Thaddeus. I think this was because Thaddeus liked to mess with people, including me sometimes. It was never harmful or mean spirited, though occasionally he pulled off a large-scale prank just for kicks. In spite of all that, Thaddeus was actually a pretty nice person once you got to know him and I did since, thanks to the circumstances, he did most (all) of the talking.
He didn’t seem to care about his reputation all that much either. My case for this is 1, his clothes and 2, the fact that he ate with me every day. One time, he caught some of the other students staring and flipped them off. Just straight up showed them the bird. Like dang, dude. It worked, though. The stares reduced after that. My fear of velkis reduced over time too (from running away from them to being as scared of them as I was of people my size. Progress!) thanks to Thaddeus and the constant exposure to other velkis.
I’d been attending this school for about 3 months now. School work had gotten pretty manageable after I got used to the way my new teachers taught. I’d even managed to talk to Mrs. Bennett earlier today to tell her about my condition. Though by ‘talk’ I mean ‘write’. Still, it was a step in the right direction and Mrs. Bennett had been very understanding.
All in all, things were going surprisingly well for me. Or at least that’s what I would have told you if you’d asked me like 10 minutes ago. Now though, as I sat on the floor watching two of my human classmates shake the contents out of my bag and laugh, I would have said otherwise.
See, the meeting with Mrs. Bennett had gone on much longer than either of us had anticipated and the hallways were mostly empty by the time I finally left. I had been on my way home, blissfully optimistic for once, when I was stopped by Tweedledee and Tweedledum, also known as Tobias and Damien. We shared one class but had never even looked at each other before this. They’d approached me, tried to goad me into saying something, called me names, and when that didn’t work, they pushed me to the ground. My face had reflexively tensed up with the stress as it always did in situations like this and now they were just seeing how far they could go before I said something or even reacted. Weirdly enough, Tobias didn’t even seem to be that into it. He wasn’t smiling like Damian was. And he kept looking at me.
I was starting to wonder if they were prepared to commit theft just to see if I would react when I felt faint tremors approaching. Velki steps. In the past few weeks, I’d grown more or less accustomed to the literal earthquakes velkis unknowingly caused so at least I had that going for me, I guess. The boys looked up from their assault on my bag and a few seconds later, a velki turned the corner and started walking our way. I, like the young fool I was, found myself thinking that the cavalry was here. Surely this man wouldn’t let such an outrage go unresolved. Surely there was still some justice left in this world.
He walked up to us, spared us a passing glance and kept walking.
Dude.
The Wonder Twins went back to shaking my bag and I went back to watching one of my pens roll across the floor while screaming internally. At least things couldn’t get any worse.
And that’s when I felt the tears coming on.
No. No no no. I was not going to cry in front of these people. That would be giving them what they wanted. I had to hold it in. I…felt the tears start forming and looked up to prevent them from falling. It was only a temporary solution though. And the hopelessness of the situation made the tears form faster. I wanted to run but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t wipe the tears either. That would draw T&D’s attention to me. So I just sat there. They’d get bored eventually, right?
I felt the tremors of another approaching velki but didn’t even bother getting my hopes up this time. Help wasn’t coming. I had to get through this on my own.
I was still trying to hold my tears in using gravity as the next velki walked towards us. Which is why I made direct eye contact with Thaddeus as he came to a stop behind me.
We stared at each other for a few seconds. Then he crouched down. By this point, the boys had stopped torturing my bag and were now looking up at Thaddeus with a mixture of shock and outrage painted in varying degrees on each of their faces.
“Damian,” Thaddeus said. There was a smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Damian didn’t share the sentiment. His voice was flat when he spoke. “What do you want, Kayne?”
These two knew each other?
“Who’s the new guy?” Thaddeus asked, looking curiously at Tobias.
Thaddeus knew Damian but not Tobias? How? They were always together.
“None of your business,” Damien hissed. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”
Thaddeus looked like he was thinking about it. Then he just shrugged. “Nope.”
“What. Do. You. Want?”
“Isn’t it enough to just want to check up on my bestest pal from time to time?”
Damien narrowed his eyes. “We are not friends.”
The tension in the air was palpable but I had no idea what was happening.
Then Thaddeus turned to me.
“Sy!” he exclaimed excitedly, as if he’d only noticed me now. I turned to him and Thaddeus stared intently at me for several seconds. I’m…pretty sure he was trying to tell me something with his eyes. More staring. One of his eyebrows twitched. Yup, that’s definitely what was happening here. I tried to give him a meaningful look back, one that meant ‘I have no idea what you just said’ and he gave me a small nod. The only thing I got out of that entire conversation was that neither of us could read eyes.
Then he reached for me with his hand. Oh. Before I even knew what was happening, his fingers wrapped around me with a surprising amount of gentleness and the ground fell away.
Thaddeus was carrying me. With his hand. He was lifting me off the ground. Effortlessly. With his hand. This was the first time I’d even been picked up by a velki in my entire life and the warmth and the slight twitching of his fingers and the fact that he could effortlessly kill me if he wanted to was just a tad bit overwhelming. I buried the thoughts as best as I could and tried to calm my racing heart. This was Thaddeus. He wouldn’t do that.
I was lifted higher and higher until I found myself staring right into one of Thaddeus’ eyes. I gulped. Sure, I was used to velkis by now but there were some things I still wasn’t quite prepared for yet, like being held so close to a velki’s eye that I could see my own reflection in it while also being suspended millions of feet in the air. Thaddeus gave me a onceover and I tried not to think about how pathetic I looked. He then raised an eyebrow, probably an ‘Are you ok?’. Almost to answer his question, now that gravity wasn’t aiding me anymore, my tears spilled over and ran down the sides of my face. Great.
Thaddeus’ eye widened at this and he moved me downward once again. Except instead of putting me back on the ground like I’d expected, my feet touched down on a much more…unstable surface. The massive fingers unwrapped and I stumbled. My arms instinctively flailed out to catch my fall and they latched onto Thaddeus’ thumb for support. GREAT.
After trying unsuccessfully to stand for several seconds, I just gave up and sat down. Heat radiated from under me and I looked down. I was sitting in Thaddeus’ open palm. …huh. If you’d told me 3 months ago that I would be sitting in the palm of a velki, I would have burst out laughing. Oh, how times have changed.
Thaddeus withdrew his other hand and moved me to his chest, something I knew because his shirt pressed against the side of his palm. Now that Tool 1 and Tool 2 couldn’t see me, I used the temporary shelter to wipe away my tears. Better.
From the ground (WAIT HOW HIGH OFF THE GROUND WAS I?), I faintly heard Damien’s voice. “You’re just here for her?” He sounded…kind of disappointed? “What do you want with that freak anyway?”
Freak. Really?
Thaddeus spoke again and his chest and the air and everything rumbled with his words. “I think the real question here is what you guys were doing with Syren.” His voice was much louder at this proximity. Nothing I couldn’t handle but still.
He paused. “Also fuck you,” he added.
Silence.
I crawled over to the edge of Thaddeus’ hand to watch and felt the ground under me move slightly. It took me a few seconds to realize that Thaddeus had curved his hand, probably to prevent me from…falling to my…death. Hmm. HOW DID THADDEUS DEAL WITH THIS ON A DAILY BASIS?
Anyway, I looked down. My bag’s guts were spewn all over the floor. Ugh. I was going to have to clean that up later. And standing among the carnage were Tobias and Damian; Tobias looking like he wanted to be literally anywhere else and Damien…Damien didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. I had a bad feeling about this.
Damien shook his head. “Really, Kayne? You’re trying to intimidate us? You of all people should know that won’t work.” He glanced at Tobias. “Well, it won’t work on me anyway. I mean, c’mon, really?” He gestured vaguely at Thaddeus. “You’re a joke, Kayne. A fucking joke.”
…what?
“Oh, I get it. You stop taking orders from me, get a new haircut and suddenly you think you’re better than me.”
I felt the muscles under me twitch. “I don’t think I’m better than-”
Damian cut him off. “Don’t give me that shit. You wanted to jump in and be the hero.” He looked right at me and I flinched. “You’d probably like that, right?”
I said nothing.
“I didn’t do it to-”
Damien ignored him. He was still addressing me. “You still think he’s a good guy, right? Well, what if I told you that not even a year ago, your knight in shining armor was the one helping me do this!”
WAIT WHAT? REALLY? I looked up at Thaddeus for answers but he just stared back with his lips pursed. His gaze was hard and I was pretty sure he was trying to convey something with his eyes again. I just shrugged this time and he mouthed the word ‘later’.
He turned back to Damien. “I’ve changed.” He didn’t sound so sure.
“Please. People don’t change, Kayne. You’re still the same loser who would do anything to be accepted.” He looked at me again. “Even hang out with a mute bitch.”
Really? Really. Low blow, man.
I waited for Thaddeus to say something. He had to defend himself. Surely he had something, right? This was Thaddeus we were talking about. But the silence stretched on and on and my heart sunk.
For the first time since I’d met him, Thaddeus said nothing.
Damien kept going. “What’s the matter, Kayne? No snappy comeback this time?”
“She’s not mute,” Thaddeus mumbled. I’d never heard him mumble before. Also, why was he defending me right now? He was the one being slandered. “And she’s not a bitch.”
Damian cupped his hand over his ear. “I’m sorry, what? I couldn’t quite catch that.”
An unbearably tense silence followed.
Then Thaddeus’ fingers wrapped around me again. He carried me upwards, bringing me higher and higher until I was right next to his face. He set me down on his shoulder and I immediately sat down, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt for purchase. The shoulder had more than enough room to prevent me from falling but still. Can’t be too careful.
Thaddeus’ shoulder started moving back and forth and when I finally gathered the courage to look down, I saw, to my shock, that Thaddeus had carefully started to pick up my stuff and put it back in my bag for me. Tobias moved out of his way, eyes wide. Damien didn’t. Thaddeus had to reach around him to get my stuff and it was…hard to watch. And that’s all I could do. Watch.
I felt horrible. I mean, I didn’t know the history between these two but l did know that none of this would have happened if I’d just said something. Thaddeus was humiliating himself for me. And I couldn’t even thank him. Or apologize. Why was he even doing this? Why did he care about me so much?
I felt more and more reckless with each passing second. There had to be something I could do, right? But what? Let’s see…well, thanks to Damian’s little speech, Thaddeus probably thought I hated him right now. So maybe I could find a way to reassure him of the contrary. But how? From up here, I could…pat his shoulder? But that would be lame. And I wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to feel that unless I basically hit him. Which would probably just make him feel worse. Nope. Maybe a hug. Hugs were nice. But there wasn’t really anything to hug up here. Just Thaddeus’ neck to my right and more shoulder and open air to my left and…wait. Thaddeus’ neck. I could…hug his neck? He’d…definitely feel that.
Well, I couldn’t think of anything else so after some mental preparation, I let go of his shirt and slowly scooted over. When I was close enough, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his neck, I turned towards it, spread both arms and…hesitated. Was this weird? Was this even a good idea? Eh, things literally couldn’t get any worse.
I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck as best as I could.
And Thaddeus literally froze. Like his shoulder and his neck tensed up and everything. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe I should stop. Maybe it would be better if I just dropped out of school and went to work at a gas station convenience store in the middle of nowhere, where I could never hurt anybody ever again. Maybe-
Something brushed against my back and caused me to be violently ejected from my thoughts. WHAT WAS THAT? Then something (presumably the same thing) pressed lightly against my entire body. I was on the verge of panicking before seeing Thaddeus’ arm out of the corner of my eye. Oh. He was pressing me into his neck with his hand. Was he…hugging me back?
His hand pulled away after a few seconds so I pulled away too. Wordlessly, he went back to packing my bag. What was that all about? Did I even help him?
When Thaddeus finished packing, he picked up my bag and set it down in his open palm. Then he reached for me again, picking me up gently and setting me down next to my bag. I looked up at him and saw that he was smiling at me. I could have sworn there was a certain…fondness to it that hadn’t been there before. I was probably just imagining things.
He turned to address the boys. “We'll be taking our leave. Unless you have anything to add?”
Tobias shook his head but Damian took the opportunity anyway. “Just because someone else is feeding your validation complex doesn’t mean you’ve changed. You’re still the scared little bitch you always were.”
Thaddeus started to stand. “That’s nice, dear.”
Damian wasn’t done. “You think just because some…some whore supports you-,”
Thaddeus paused and crouched down again. Then his hand shot out and grabbed Damien, lifting him off the floor and up to his face. Damian looked…shocked. Maybe even a little scared. It was almost enough to make me feel bad for him. Almost. Still, I was worried Thaddeus was going to take things too far.
“Word of advice,” Thaddeus said, his voice dangerously calm, “You can insult me all you want. I don’t care anymore. But if you hurt my friend (!) ever again,” he smiled, “There will be hell to pay.”
“You’re all talk,” Damian said, though he looked unsure. “What’re you gonna do? Prank me to death?”
Thaddeus just continued smiling. “I’ll let you figure that out.”
Then he turned to Tobias. “What’s your name?”
Tobias flinched but recovered quickly. “It’s, uh, Tobias.”
“Can I call you Toby?”
“…sure?”
“So, Toby, if I’m being honest with you, I think you should ditch this guy. Just get as far away from him as possible. And get some help if you can. I did and look where it got me.”
“Hated by everyone?” Damian called before Thaddeus covered his mouth with his thumb.
“How long have you been friends?” Thaddeus asked.
Tobias shuffled his feet. “…a few weeks, I guess.”
“Ah, the honeymoon phase.” He turned to Damian. “I take it you’re still being nice to him?”
Damien growled angrily.
He turned back to Tobias. “Yeah, that’s not going to last. He gets worse as time goes by.”
“How do you know that?”
“I used to be his friend.”
Oh.
Tobias looked down. “But…he’s the only one who-”
“I know. But I can promise you from experience that its not like that.” There was a pause. “…someone will see the good in you eventually. You just…have to be willing to take the first step.”
Tobias blinked.
Thaddeus shrugged. “I don’t know, man. See a counsellor. They’re better with this stuff than I am.”
Tobias just stared at Thaddeus for several seconds. Then he looked at Damian. Then Thaddeus again. He took a step back. Then another. Then he turned and ran.
…was that supposed to happen?
Thaddeus just watched him go. When Tobias rounded the corner, Thaddeus turned to Damien.
“You’re a piece of shit,” he informed him. “But the same goes for you. You need help.”
He waited for a few moments (probably to give Tobias some more headway) before depositing Damian on the ground and standing again. Now we were high up. I scrambled away from the edge of Thaddeus’ hand, heart pounding. I wouldn’t have fallen but still, you could warn a girl next time. The whole world shifted as Thaddeus turned and started walking away. His hand jolted slightly with every step he took and when I looked up, I saw Thaddeus looking back down at me, something I couldn’t quite place in his eyes. He smiled sadly and I felt something…unfamiliar, to say the least. Something warm and fuzzy that passed just as quickly.
Weird.
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genshin impact
i will write for any playable characters, most future playables, and any harbingers/archons (personalities based on theories and headcanons)
i will not write x reader for any children, character studies and platonic are fine
characters i really like: scaramouche, kazuha, heizou, wriothesley, neuvillette, freminet, tighnari, diluc, childe, itto, bennett, razor
haikyuu!!
i will write for any characters, including side characters, although personalities are gonna be less accurate the less screen time a character has
i will not write characters as one-dimensional stereotypes. the haikyuu!! fandom particularly has a problem with this. sugawara is not an overprotective mother. hinata is not an innocent five year old. yaku is not an abusive friend. if that’s what you’re looking for, look somewhere else.
characters i really like: terushima, kenma, oikawa, ushijima, goshiki, tendou, shirabu, nishinoya, tanaka, daichi, bokuto, yaku, suna
ships i really like: ushijima x oikawa, yaku x levi, nishinoya x asahi, bokuto x kuroo, suna x osamu x komori
given
no no you don’t understand how much i love this show
i’ll write for any characters! i love them all (yes that includes hiiragi and yagi, but pls beware i currently have not read the manga so i’m basing off online descriptions of their personalities mostly!)
i will not write neg for any characters! i will write crit but no neg (yes, that includes ugetsu and yuki. they have flaws but they are people and all people do)
characters i really like: mafuyu, ugetsu, akihiko
just roll with it
yes this is the odd one out yes i know this
i’ll write for the main three all the time bro i love them
i’ll write for most of the side characters, please be aware that i am currently on episode 42 [this will be updated as i listen] and if you spoil for me i will be so so sad
also please be aware! gillion is canonically ace and i will not write him as anything else <3
also i unfortunately will not write for prime defenders or convergence cuz i have not listened to either of them!
characters i really like: GILLION TIDESTRIDER
jujutsu kaisen
i’m anime only, no spoilers pls :)
i’ll write for anyone! again, i’ll write crit but no genuine neg.
i’ll write canon or au’s! i’ll also write sorcerer or regular reader!
characters i really like: itadori, toge, choso, sukuna, todo, mahito
alice in borderland
i am caught up, but spoilers will be tagged!
good with any characters, no neg, crit ok, you get it
and yes i mean any characters. characters that only appear for one game, characters that are terrible people, any of them, i’ll write ‘em all. hooray!
characters i really like: chishiya, niragi, arisu, tatta, aguni, kyuma, hatter
attack on titan
i’ll write for pretty much anyone/any ships!
again: i will not write neg. i love most of the characters! mikasa, erwin, the warriors, etc. i don’t really dislike anyone!
again i am anime only, so i may not be super manga faithful!
characters i really like: reiner, porco, erwin, armin, mikasa, levi, jean, connie, ymir of the 104th, eren
ships i really like: jean x mikasa, reiner x connie, levi x eren, jean x armin, jean x eren, erwin x armin, historia x ymir of the 104th, reiner x bertolt
#this is all for now i may add#given#given manga#given anime#genshin impact#haikyuu!!#jrwi#just roll with it#jrwi riptide#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#aib#alice in borderland#attack on titan#aot
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flori remembers her parents fondly. her mom, soft and sweet but with a spine made of steel, who always made sure that her daughter and husband knew how much she adored them. her dad, who loved her something fierce. he'd been a whiz in the kitchen. eat, he'd say every time he made something new, eat. and eat she did. she's learned from a young age that offering something to people is a form of love, too.
she offers sweets to faith (both of the vampire and non-vampire variety) unprompted and when faith signs a question - what's the occasion? - flori simply signs back that faith is the best roommate in the world.
she goes on long walks with loren and asks her about magical theory and practical applications that go far beyond ms featherwood's lessons, offering an ear should the bennett witch need it. she still feels bad about the way some of the wolves - brock among them - ganged up on her the other day.
she says yes to wandering around town with mia, ambling past little shops where they try out cheap yet funky sunglasses that suit mia much more and when - after mia persuades flori to buy a sand colored monstrosity - she wants to buy something for loren and faith too, she gently heckles mia until mia picks out something cool for faith.
and she offers herself to jed whenever the mood strikes; in the morning, before their classes begin and then again late at night when everyone's asleep, when she can't seem to get her thoughts to quiet down. he is warm beneath her, his touch sears a pleasant kind of heat into her that spreads all over.
god, flori is so hungry.
famished, really.
not just for food. not just for blood.
she hungers for closeness. for hugs from her friends. for lingering touches and the way jed's kisses go from tender to something a little more animalistic.
the kiss breaks. her eyes drift to the column of his throat. he nods, silently giving her permission.
his bed creaks underneath them as she sinks her fangs into his neck.
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