#his birthday is 26th so it's a little bit early

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Caught

Summary: Santiago inviting you and Frankie for his house warming party over the weekend leaves you to spend some nights at his new place. Getting up in the middle of the night to get some water, leaves you finding Santi and his girlfriend in the kitchen. Unable to look away Frankie finds you and decided to have some fun with you too.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem. reader / Santiago Garcia x OFC

Rating: E

Wordcount: 3.5k

Warnings: established relationship, accidental voyeurism, dub con (just cause people are being watched without their consent but the watched people do not mind in the end) smut (oral; fem receiving, unprotected PiV), fluff, dirty talk (the word slut is used twice)

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You usually weren’t a big fan of being stuck in a car for two hours. But Santiago Garcia did not buy a house to settle down with his girlfriend (soon to be fiance) of two years and invite for a housewarming party every day. 

And you were always a fan of spending time with Frankie. 

You looked at him from the passenger's seat, one of his hands on the steering wheel, the other one on your thigh. He had the aviators on that you gifted him for his last birthday after he broke the pair he had before. The gray shirt he was wearing was tight around his upper arms and you could see a tiny bit of the tattoo he got earlier this year. 

God he was gorgeous. 

“See something you like?” he hummed, a smirk sneaking to his lips as he caught you staring, his hand squeezing your thigh. 

“See something I love,” you clarified and he smiled, his dimple showing and you swore you could see his cheeks blushing.

You and Frankie have known each other since you were four years old. Growing up as neighbors until he left to join the army made you spend endless summers together. 

But you hadn’t started dating until a little over six years ago. 

With him joining the army and you eventually going abroad to study you very much lost contact. After you got your degree you moved to Boston for work and only came back to the tiny town you grew up in for family celebrations or holidays. 

But then your mother died and you decided it was time to go back home to help your father. 

It was on your 26th birthday that Frankie showed up on the doorstep of your childhood home with a box of donuts and a bottle of whiskey, looking like he had been through hell and back. You would only learn much later that he had been. 

Your friendship really just picked up where you left off, just with you both legally allowed to drink booze and adult problems.

And feelings that hadn’t been there before. 

You remembered that you talked on your birthday until the early morning hours, Frankie telling you little about the army, about the divorce he was going through, about his little girl he wanted to be the best father too, about his drug addiction. Much like you told him about the man you had broken up with before you moved back home because he insisted you stay where you belonged. With him in the city. He didn’t care about your family or your feelings for that matter. 

Not that you thought you would marry the guy, but it still hurt to be so wrong in someone you loved. 

He told you everything about his little daughter Carina. She was his whole world.

She was also the reason he and his ex-wife had tried to make their marriage work but decided in the end that they were better off as friends. 

Carina and you became fast friends, even though you still think it was because of the huge amount of cookies you had baked with her and Frankie the first time he had invited you over to meet her. 

You started to spend more time together after that. 

You went on drives, you cooked together, you even went on a weekend trip into the woods where you met all his army brothers. It was the most fun trip you ever had been on. 

But something changed throughout the months after that. Touches lingered longer. Hugs seemed… tighter and more intimate. And then came his 34th birthday. 

His divorce was final, his three year old daughter was staying for the whole weekend and he had decided that it was time to teach her how to swim. 

The three of you spend the whole day at the local swimming pool. You brought muffins and sang happy birthday for him with his daughter before he blew out the one candle you had put on one of the muffins. 

When you asked him if he made a wish he only nodded at you with a small smile.

It was the perfect day.

Carina fell asleep before Frankie’s truck was even off the car park, making both of you chuckle. You stopped to pick up pizza on your way home, you insisted you pay because after all it was his birthday. When you came out of the pizza place, Frankie was leaning against his car, waiting for you. 

You put the pizza on your seat, waiting for him to go back to the car but he didn’t so you leaned next to him against the car, bumping your shoulder towards his. 

He took a deep breath before he came to stand in front of you and you still could feel the butterflies in your belly when he looked into your eyes, his fingers brushing over your cheek. They never really went away since that day.

“What did you wish for Frankie?” you had asked and he had smiled softly. 

“A birthday kiss,” he whispered. You licked your lips. 

“Then come and get it,” you whispered back. 

You would never forget this first kiss with him in the parking spot in front of a pizza place in your home town. 

That was six years ago and you have only grown closer ever since. 

By now not only your family but all friends were asking when you would get married and have children on your own. 

Both you and Frankie told them to fuck off on a regular basis but they did not seem to get the hint. 

If they knew you had been married for the last three years they would lose their minds. You got married on a beach while you were both on vacation in mexico. The only witness the older man who married you early in the morning at sunrise. 

But Frankie and you had a bet going how long it would take for anyone to notice. 

When he had asked you to marry him you had gotten him a ring too, so seeing the both of you with rings was not something out of the ordinary. 

“Can you believe that he’s going to propose?” you asked Frankie when you entered the town Santi had moved into. He had started his own Security firm here and met Tina, his girlfriend, who owned the flower shop across the street from his office. 

You had heard the story a million times, but the thought of Santiago Garcia buying all kinds of flowers on an almost daily basis for a month until he had finally asked her out still made you laugh. 

“I couldn’t believe Benny getting married too, so anything is really possible,” Frankie joked and you laughed. 

You would be staying at Santi’s place for four nights. The house warming party was in two days and Frankie had agreed to help Santi with the finishing touches of the back porch which left you and Tina mostly laying in the garden, watching your men sweat and work shirtless while offering occasional Lemonade.

You were very thankful the guest bedroom was in the basement when Frankie railed you in the shower after, his hand over your mouth to suppress your moans.

Sex with Frankie was ….

You still couldn’t believe he was the first man who ever made you cum on his cock. He was only satisfied when he made you cum at least twice. 

The day before the housewarming party you spend with Tina in the kitchen. Helping her prepare some salads and dips and things for the party on the next day while Frankie and Santi finished the work on the porch and started putting tables and chairs together. 

“I’m gonna make dessert when we come back from dinner,” Tina said. You wanted to argue but she waved you off.

“Santi is gonna help me. He has a hand for all things sweet,” she winked and you grinned. 

You were very tired after dinner. And maybe a little tipsy.

Frankie and you invited them both to a Chinese restaurant where you ate way too much sushi. 

Seeing Santi so in love with Tina was not something you ever thought you’d see. He had been living with Frankie for a while when you got back in contact with Frankie and he had a new girl every week. It went on until he decided to go back to Columbia for work.

You were happy to see him so content and happy with the woman he intended to spend the rest of his life with. 

Once back at their home you didn’t fight to help with desert anymore, letting Frankie tuck you into bed where you fell asleep almost immediately, not even waking once Frankie got into bed with you after he had taken a shower. 

You woke up hours later in his arms. One of his hand holding one of your breasts like every night. He argued he did it unintentionally but you knew how much he loved your tits. 

Checking your phone you saw that it was just after 2 am. Sighing you carefully untangled from Frankie, feeling thirsty. Sadly you hadn’t gotten a new bottle of water before going to bed. You put one of Frankie’s shirts on (apparently Frankie had undressed you to your panties after you pretty much passed out) and opened the door to make your way to the kitchen.

You were climbing up the stairs when you thought you heard a moan. Stopping where you were standing you listened for more noise, taking the rest of the stairs. When you could look through the room, your head just on the ground level you heard another moan and you turned your head towards the noise, eyes widening when you saw what was going on. 

Santiago’s house had an open floor plan on the ground floor. When you entered the house you were facing the stairs that lead to the first floor and the basement. The spacious living room lay on the left side, the kitchen on the right side. 

The kitchen was huge, having two islands, one you were facing now where Tina was laying on top, her side facing you. Santi on his knees in front of her. 

You knew you should turn around and look away but you seemed rooted to the spot. 

His arms were wrapped around her thighs, keeping them apart as he went down on her. One of her hands was in his hair, her back arched, her eyes closed, her other hand made into a fist which she pressed against her mouth to keep herself, quite unsuccessfully, quiet. 

“Fuck baby keep doing that,” she whispered and you heard Santi hum against her.

You felt yourself getting turned on, your panties dampening with your arousal. 

“Fingers… need… fuck give me two fingers,” Tina moaned lowly and you saw Santi bring one of his hands between her legs before she whimpered as two of his finger pushed inside of her. 

You closed your eyes, deciding that this is not something you should be watching, before taking a deep breath and turning around to go back down to wake up Frankie so he could fuck you, when you collided with someone. Just so stopping yourself from yelping you looked up, already knowing it was Frankie. You parted your lips to tell him to turn around when he put one of his fingers in front of his lips, his head turning towards the kitchen. 

He was completely naked, his cock already half hard.

You gulped, following his line of sight. 

He turned his head back towards you and you caught Frankie’s eyes, before he leaned down, his lips against your ear. 

“I saw you watching them,” he whispered and you shivered. His hands came to rest on your hips, taking a step down so you couldn’t see into the kitchen anymore he towered over you. 

His eyes were now on your friends in the kitchen and you sucked your bottom lip in as you heard Tina moan. 

“I think he’s gonna make her cum baby….” Frankie whispered, his eyes now finding yours again. He took a step closer, two fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties to push them all the way down, you stepping out of them, before his hand cupped your pussy. 

“Fuck you’re so wet,” his fingers parted your folds, slipping through your wet slit. 

You let your head fall back against the wall.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” you heard Tina moan and you released a shuddering breath. 

“Frankie…” you whispered. He shook his head slowly.

“Shh listen….” he hummed, nodding upstairs and you did. Hearing Santi’s girlfriend fall apart as she tried to keep quiet, her moans echoing through the room. 

“Fuck baby you’re so sexy. My little cock slut,” you heard Santi say and Frankie’s eyes found yours. 

“Gonna fuck this pussy so good we gonna wake up the whole neighbor hood,” he continued and you felt one of Frankie’s fingers enter you. 

You heard a slap and you were dying to see what was happening in the kitchen. 

“That turn’ you on? Making Frankie and his girl wake up to find me fucking you in the kitchen?” Santi asked.

“Fuck baby….” she moaned and your lips parted when Frankie pushed another finger inside of you, pumping them slowly, his other hand pushing your shirt up. You helped him, pulling it over your head, throwing it down. He cupped your breast, playing with your nipple.

“You want them to hear what a slut you are for my cock?” you heard Santi ask and Frankie bend down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. Your hands flew up into his hair. 

His lips wandered up your neck, his lips against your ear as he moved his fingers inside of you. 

“When I woke up you were gone and I got up to find you and maybe fuck you in the kitchen,” Frankie said and you whimpered, very quietly. 

“But then I found you watching my best friend fuck his girlfriend…” he sucked on your earlobe and you let one of your arms fall down, your hand wrapping around his cock. You let your thumb brush over the wet tip of his cock.

“Who would have known my little wife is getting turned on from watching our friends fuck?” he looked at you then, his lips finding yours, swallowing your moan as he added another finger, stretching you out for his cock. 

“Fuck me already baby,” you head from upstairs and you pushed Frankie away. He looked at you confused until you knelt down on the stairs, getting on all fours for him. Looking over your shoulder you caught a glance of Santi pumping his cock with his hand and lining himself up to sink into his girlfriend with a satisfied groan. You caught Frankie’s eyes, smirking when you found his hand pumping his cock too. 

“Fuck me,” you mouthed and he shook his head in mock disbelief, his chest rising in a silent chuckle. 

You heard a long moan from the kitchen and cursing from Santi. 

Frankie’s hands were on your ass, parting your cheeks. He spit on his cock, taking a step closer and you felt him notch the head of his cock against your slit. 

You could hear Santi and Tina fucking, moaning from both filling the room, skin slapping on skin. 

They were doing a shit job at keeping quiet but then again it was their house.

“Can you keep quiet?” Frankie whispered, pushing the tip of his cock inside. 

“Can you?” you challenged, looking at him over your shoulder, biting your lip when he thrust his cock into you fully. 

“Fuck baby you’re so wet,” Santi moaned and you let your head fall down between your shoulders, squeezing Frankie’s cock. 

“If I knew getting caught turned you on so much, I would have fucked you in your shop,” a moan was heard from Tina and finally Frankie began to move. 

“Oh shit,” you whispered, feeling his hand groping your hips as he pumped into you with deep thrusts. 

He fucked into you, his thick cock stretching you and it felt so fucking good it took all your brainpower to keep yourself quiet. Frankie groaned quietly, giving you a hard thrust that made you moan. 

The sounds of Santi fucking his girl were almost porn worthy. And they continued doing a terrible job of keeping quiet and it made you wonder if they might want to get caught. 

Frankie fucked you harder and you moaned again, definitely too loud to not be caught. He stopped, his cock deep inside of you, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders as you waited if you had gotten caught. 

You didn’t. 

You looked at Frankie and he winked at you, before both of his hands wrapped over your mouth. He gave you a quick thrust and your eyes rolled back. 

He used his grip as leverage, beginning to pump into you with short hard thrusts. You heard him groan quietly. 

“Oh fuck, right there. Baby…. fuck you gonna make me cum,” Tina whimpered and you clenched around Frankie, making him choke on a moan. 

You risked a glance towards the kitchen, now being able to see what was going on and fuck these two looked so fucking hot. Frankie kept fucking into you while you saw Santi pump his thick cock into his girlfriend who was still laying on the kitchen island. His hands were on her breasts, groping them and you sighed into Frankie’s hands, closing your eyes. 

Frankie took a step up, his feet now next to yours on the stairs. He let go of his grip over your mouth and pushed your upper body down as his cock dove into you. The new angle made him hit your G Spot perfectly and you pressed your lips together, trying to keep quiet.

“Shit I’m gonna cum,” Santi groaned. 

“Rub my clit,” Tina moaned and you heard her cry out a long fuck as she came. Santi following her only seconds later. 

Frankie pumped harder into you and it was only seconds later that you fell apart, moaning as quiet as possible as he fucked you through your orgasm. 

“Shit baby,” Frankie groaned in a whisper. You felt him twitch inside of you, and you clenched around him, squeezing his cock and he groaned, loud, as he spilled inside of you. 

You leaned your head down, your arms laying on the stairs, breathing deeply as you still felt Frankie spill inside of you. He leaned down, his chest against your back as he kissed your shoulder. 

You turned your head, smiling softly and he kissed you. 

“There better not be any cum on the stairs, Fish,” you both heard Santi say and you jumped. Frankie’s arm came up to cover your tits as he pulled you up, both of you finding Santi and Tina looking at you with him still inside of her. 

There was an amused grin on his lips and Tina seemed amused. 

“No worries. Definitely no cum on your stairs,” you finally said and you all burst out in quiet laughter. Frankie kissed your cheek. You both took some stairs down and he pulled out of you. You felt his cum drip down your thighs and you reached for your panties to clean yourself while Frankie helped you back into your shirt. 

Turning around you wrapped your arms around Frankie’s neck and kissed him softly. You heard footsteps behind you and turned your head, finding Santi standing on top of the stairs, wearing his sweatpants. 

You sucked your bottom lip in, feeling guilty. 

“I’m sorry. I woke up and wanted to get some water and when I walked up I heard you and I just…” Santi waved his hands. You saw Tina come up behind him, hugging him from behind. 

“Next time just ask if you could join if you end up fucking,” Santi winked and you made big eyes, looking at Frankie who was still looking at him. You turned your head again, finding them both looking down at you. 

Frankie’s hand ran down your back, groping your ass. 

“Maybe we will,” he said and you looked at him, finding his eyes. It was like a silent conversation happened in the span of seconds before you turned your head to look at Santi and his girl again. 

“Yeah. Maybe we will.”

#my fic #Frankie Morales x fem. reader #Frankie morales #Pedro pascal #Oscar isaac #Santiago Garcia x ofc #santiago garcia #fanficiton #fanfic #fan fiction

[cowgurrrl]

This Time Around

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: I wasn’t gonna write anything for Joel’s birthday and then I took a shower and got all writery about it

Summary: “I’ll cry about this earth in heaven too.” — Marina Tsvetaeva, from Earthly Signs: Moscow Diaries, 1917-1922; “A Hero of Labor” aka a different September 26th [1.2k]

Warnings: grief (what’s new), talks of Outbreak Day, June being way too deep for tumblr dot gov

When your brain is done wading through the skeletons and sparks of rage from your past, Joel's breathing is the first thing you hear. You can tell he's awake. His breaths are just a little too close together for it to result from his circadian rhythm. You stretch to bring real feeling back into your body, replacing the weight of a gun in your hands with Joel's soft skin. When you blink your eyes open, the sun is barely peeking in through the curtains and reflecting off his graying strands. He looks beautiful. You smile and kiss his jaw, your hand resting on his cheek to keep him from scrambling away.

"Hi." He says, his voice fatigued, and rests a hand on your thigh.

"Hey," you say. "D'you get any sleep?"

"No." He swallows thickly, and you nod. He dreads his birthday every year. Seeing the date on the calendar makes him relive his final day with Sarah. He turns the events over and over again in his head like he's looking for an alternate outcome where he, Sarah, and Tommy make it out safely and together. Like if he stares at the anniversary hard enough, he can will it to change. In the few years since you've come to Jackson, he's been open to doing some things to celebrate his birthday, mostly to appease Ellie, but he always picks up a shift to keep his mind off it. However, Ed took over his patrol shift this year without asking him. When Joel interrogated him about it, he said, "Ain't no sense in leavin' your family if you don't have to."

Ed doesn't know the exact details of what you and Joel endured that night, but he can guess. It's probably similar to what he went through with his wife before she died. The rumor is that he was at work, and she was already gone by the time he made it home. Infected broke in the house, and there was nothing she could do to protect herself. It's why he's always taking shifts so others can go be with their families or friends. It's a thoughtful gesture, but the suddenly empty day made Joel anxious and quiet, something Charlie immediately noticed. You told her Daddy's birthday makes him sad sometimes, but can't find the words to explain what happened that night. Twenty years later and there's still no coherent way to talk about everything you lost in the blink of an eye.

It's still early. Charlie is still asleep. Ellie's offer to take care of her for the day still stands. You don't bombard him with questions about what he wants to do or what you should do today. There's no right way to mourn the way of life the world collectively lost and celebrate your husband simultaneously. You play with the messy curls at the nape of his neck and take a deep breath.

"We don't have to do anything. We can just… lay here. Pretend the world's not there. Whatever you want," you mumble. "I just want you to know I'm really happy you were born today." He doesn't say anything, but his jaw flexes, and you catch the tears sparkling in his eyes.

When Charlie wakes up, he puts on a brave face and offers to make her pancakes, pretending like today is just another day. Ellie, Dina, and JJ come over around lunchtime, and Ellie hides the tiny framed picture she drew of Joel holding JJ, yellow sunbeams lighting their faces like cherubs. It's rare that she uses color in her drawings. Then again, it's rare that Joel lets anyone acknowledge his birthday. It's special.

Tommy, Maria, and Camille come over, too, and the kids play in the backyard while the adults sit on the back porch with lemonade and a little bit of celebratory whiskey Tommy brought. You listen to the brothers exchange stories about growing up in Texas and their parents, something they never talk about, and laugh a little too hard at a story of a seventeen-year-old Joel getting caught climbing out of some cheerleader's window by her dad. At one point, Camille and Charlie climb the porch with a toddling JJ not far behind and a bouquet of wildflowers clutched in each tiny fist. Joel takes a shaky breath as he accepts the little beautiful things from the beautiful little girls. You can almost hear his thoughts running wild with accusations of not deserving the flowers, the girls, his family, and his life, and you put a hand on his arm to silence them.

"Thank you, honey." He manages to get out before pressing a kiss to each of their heads. Just like that, the kids are off again to run around and play silly made-up games together. There's a heavy moment of silence on the porch where no one knows exactly what to say. You raise your eyebrows at Joel, wordlessly offering him an out, and he shakes his head.

"Joel?" Dina finally speaks up, and he turns to look at her. "What was it like? Y'know… before?" She asks. Ellie turns her head to mumble something dismissive, but Joel stops her. To pretend like today isn't full of sadness and anger and regret is to strip it of its full meaning. Joel takes a breath as you squeeze his arm. The kids are giggling together in the grass, and the air is cool. You can smell the earth and the last batch of wildflowers pushing through the soil before it gets cold. There's not a cloud in the sky, the endless blue stretching out over the mountains and hills of Jackson. He smiles as the kids fall down after playing an aggressively fast game of Ring Around the Posie and finally looks back at Dina.

"Was a lot like this," he says. "Scary and dangerous and sad but… happy," you smile as he nods like he's just realizing this himself. "Even with all the shit, we were so goddamn happy."

"Sounds nice," Dina says.

"It was," he turns to look at you. "It is."

That night, after everyone has gone home or fallen asleep on your couch (Ellie and Charlie), Joel walks outside and stands under the stars. You don't follow him, but you watch him through the kitchen window. His head is tipped back, and he's searching the night sky for something. You remember looking up at the same sky twenty years ago with blood pouring out of your arm and Jane sleeping on your chest and wondering if life would ever be okay again. You didn't know your future husband was hundreds of miles away, wondering the same thing. You didn't know your second daughter would lose her mother under the same night sky six short years later. You'll never know how the earth keeps spinning despite the grief weighing it down or how the night sky looks the same no matter who was killed or born under it.

What you do know is that when Joel comes in with cold hands and tear-stained cheeks, you'll be there to hold him. You'll cry and grieve together in the kitchen you rebuilt for your family. You'll hold his hand the whole way up the stairs, tell him you love him, and fall asleep once his breathing evens out. You know you'll dance this dance and sing this song for as long as it takes for September 26th to feel a little bit less painful. It may take the rest of your life to achieve, but there are far worse things to fall victim to.

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[billthedrake]

MY SON'S PORN LIFE (PART TWO)

I held on to Travis's shoulders and fucked harder. My son and I had been having sex for the last two months, each time I came to Chicago, and it was like we couldn't get our hands off each other. Sneaking in a fuck or a blowjob before a business meeting, or holing up in Travis's condo or my hotel room for a marathon session.

But up till now, the sex had been gentler. I'd seen my son let loose in a couple of his OnlyFans videos, but part of me didn't want to treat him like a porn star or escort. He was my son, my only son, and for all that I'd learned about him, for all that had developed between us, I was still a protective father.

There was still Trav's buddy Mike in the picture. MusclePupXXX, who I banged a couple of times recently. I didn't want him to suspect anything between me and Trav, I suppose. Besides, I got a kick out of the way that compact muscled dude egged me on. I leaned to get very physical with Mike, and the more I did, the more he seemed to crave it. It was hot, animalistic sex, like I never had with my wife. I may be a schmuck and a half, but I was enjoying the hell out of my mid-life crisis.

I'll blame the fact that it had been five solid days since I'd gotten off before my early November trip to Chicago. I told Kate I had a day of meetings I didn't had and honestly said I was tacking on an evening to hang out with our son. That gave me three whole nights in Chicago. I'd probably have time for MusclePup Mike if Travis didn't drain me dry.

I met my son at his place, and not only did he look just incredible, his sweater and jeans molded to his porn-star body just right, Travis had that look in his eye. Horny. Hungry. I'd stopped feeling guilt about fucking my son. This was just too powerful and addictive.

We tried to kiss softly at first, a peck with some gentle tongue. Travis actually laughed when he pulled back.

"What?" I asked.

His blue eyes twinkled. With a sly grin he reached down and cupped my erection through my jeans. "I love your dick, Dad."

That got a deep groan out of me. I felt my chest puff out and my hips adjust their stance in a little swagger. "Yeah, buddy?"

Trav bit his lip and nodded. He seemed almost shy now. "I've been thinking about you ravishing. You know, really tearing into my ass."

The next kiss wasn't soft, at all. My mouth pressed hard against my son's and my tongue plunged right in. I was now walking him back into his place, toward his bedroom. That five-day-load impatience calling the shots.

We stripped quickly, eyes eating each other up. My son was a month away from his 26th birthday and I was a couple of weeks from my 53rd. Even beyond the taboo of our sexual affair, I wondered what a hot stud like him was doing with an old fart like me. But Travis was rock hard, Viagra hard as he peeled down his jeans, showing he'd gone commando with nothing between that beautiful dick and his clothes.

"Ready for an incest fuck, Dad?" he growled, peeling down the bedsheets.

My own dick twitched at those words. I actually thought of getting a Viagra prescription to keep up with my son's sex drive on these trips, or Muscle Pup Mike's for that matter, but so far I hadn't needed it. "Gonna fuck my own son," I hissed, getting into the thrill of vocalizing this for the first time.

My words made Travis's nostrils flare. He reached in the nightstand and grabbed some lube, then tossed it to me. "Don't use too much," he instructed. "I wanna feel that Dad cock entering me."

"You'll feel it, buddy," I grunted. This was like the primal connection I had with his porn-star buddy Mike. Only better.

We were gonna get whisker burn from how hard and deep we were kissing, but we couldn't help it. Our bodies met on the bed and we made out roughly, rolling around like we were fighting for dominance. Maybe if Travis had made a move on me, I would have let him try. I'd been thinking idly about that possibility, I had to admit, even if I didn't feel ready for a guy to fuck me. Not yet.

Thankfully, Travis needed me in him. As I rolled on top of him, he needily wrapped his legs around my waist and humped up into me. We ground against his perineum and crack and moaned into our rough kiss.

"You drive me wild, son," I hissed.

Travis's hands clung to my naked body. My son was strong, all right, and the legs seemed to pull me in tightly.

"No foreplay, Dad," Travis his. "Just put that dick in me."

I managed to apply some lube to my prick and push it down. Not a perfect aim at the ultimate target, but Travis met me half way, moving his hips to line up my dad dick. The slickness and Travis's professional hole were a match made in heaven. I enjoyed working my way inside him. Gentle mini pulses of my dick at first, then actually penetrating my son.

"Incest fuck?" I prompted once I breached my son.

Travis's eyes went open. The dimples disappeared from his face as he reacted in ecstatic surprise, but it was the same, cute as fuck Travis. My blond hunk of a son. "God yeah. Fuck me Dad. Fuck my hole." He gripped me even tighter, drawing me in. "I can't get enough."

"Me either son," I replied. Now openly pounding him. "Look forward to every goddamn Chicago trip."

My hips were a mile a minute and Travis was there with me for every one. Looking up into my eyes with love and lust and a hunger I don't think I'd even seen in his best videos.

"How you want it, Dad?" he asked me about a minute and a half into that treatment. "How you wanna fuck me?"

"This is good," I said with lust clogging my voice.

"Hell yeah, it's good," Travis grinned, those dimples coming back. Fuck. "But you got JakeTheJock in bed with you. How you wanna do me?"

I had to stop my fuck, suddenly.

Travis looked up excitedly into my face. "You cumming, Dad?" he asked, turned on, but maybe impatient at my quick trigger.

I shook my head and let out a deep breath. "Not yet. But almost," I said. "Fuck!" I looked down at my son. Trusting and willing. I ran my hands along his porn body. I knew what I wanted. "I keep thinking of that video you did with Cornfed Daddy," I said. I'd confessed to Travis that I watched his videos, but we hadn't done this either, talk about them in bed.

But his reaction made me feel ok for bringing it. He was downright proud of being a stud who had sex on camera. "Yeah? Which one?"

"The last one," I said. "The one you posted a couple weeks ago. You on all fours, Cornfed Daddy railing you hard." It was lewd to talk to my son this way, but that was part of the turn on, for sure.

He gave me an affectionate smile. "Dad, you don't have to be jealous..." he started.

"I'm not fucking jealous, son," I growled, maybe a little too aggressively. I slowly pulled out and showed off my slickened erection. A match for my son's porn-star dick. "I just have a five day load in these balls and I need to pound it off, bad."

"Oh fuck, Dad," Travis hissed, scrambling out from under me to get on all fours on the mattress next to me. He'd kept his body lightly tanned, from the tanning bed or his trips to Palm Springs or Spain or wherever, I didn't know. I just know he was a muscle stud offering himself to me. I got behind him and ran my hands along his bare flesh.

Travis arched his back into my hands then hiked his butt up back at my crotch. "This what you've been dreaming about, Dad? Railing me from behind?"

"Fuck yes," I hissed, my cock was rigid and I ran it against his lightly furred crack and over his hole. Sometimes Travis shaved completely smooth but lately he'd been letting the blond fur grow back in. I loved it both ways.

"Don't fuck me like your son," Travis urged, his voice getting needy now. Fuck me like JackTheJock. Or like you fuck Mike."

I'd have to have a conversation with my son about how much he knew about me and Mike - or worse, how much Mike knew about me and Trav. But I wasn't thinking with my head right then. I just wanted to fuck. My dick pressed back into Travis.

"God yeah," my son urged. For a dude who'd started off as a total top in his videos, he could be an eager, skilled bottom, too.

"Take it," I urged, now holding onto Travis's shoulders and leveraging my cock in and out of his now opened hole in fast succession.

"How many times you watch that vid, Dad?" my son asked me. "The one with Cornfed Daddy."

"Lost count," I answered. "Couple of times a day. It's my favorite." It was wild to talk about this with my son.

"Make me forget him, Dad. Fuck me better than Steve does."

It was the first time I'd heard Cornfed Daddy's first name, and something about that tripped my competitive urge. I really went at it. Railing Travis. Dumping my load in him. Fucking his own cum out of his balls.

We collapsed on the bed in a sweaty puddle next to one another, exhausted and catching our breath. Finally we gripped each other's hands and looked at one another, meeting each other with a broad smile.

"Didn't go to hard on ya, did I son?" I asked. Maybe too late to ask that question.

"You came pretty close," my son joked. "But it was incredible." We met in a kiss, gentle this time. My dick wasn't going down but I lost that urgency from just now.

"I don't wanna intrude on your private life, Trav..." I started.

"Please," my son said. "You've watched all my videos, Dad. You can ask anything."

"So... are you dating anyone?"

My son actually blushed. But he answered honestly. "Not exclusively, but I've been kind of seeing Steve for the last year."

"Cornfed Daddy?" I clarified.

"The very one. He's a nice guy, really. He kind of plays up the dominant thing on camera."

"I'm happy for you, son," I said.

"Jealous?" Travis asked with a teasing smile.

I exhaled. "What do you want me to say, son?"

"I want you to say you're jealous." He turned to face me and ran his fingers along my upper body. There was something so unbridled about Travis's embrace of his sexuality. It intimidated me and inspired me both.

"OK, I'm jealous," I admitted.

Travis gave a contrite expression, like he realized maybe we were entering dangerous emotional territory. He reached down and touched my penis, still full and heavy on my belly. "For what it's worth, you fuck better than him, Dad."

My dick twiched. "God, Trav," I hissed. My son had a way of driving me wild.

"My turn for a question," he interjected. "What's going on with you and Mike?"

I turned on my side to face him. "What do you think is going on?" I prompted. I had to know how much Mike talked.

"I'm not dumb, Dad," Travis said. "I'm pretty sure you're fucking him. Just wasn't sure if there was anything else."

"Nothing else," I said. "I don't think Mike's the dating type."

"That's what people assume about porn guys," Travis said thoughtfully. He looked over at the clock. "What time is dinner?" he asked.

"At 7," I answered.

Travis grinned and scooted up to me. His hard body damp from sweat. "In that case, we have time for another round, Dad."

I met him in a kiss and wrapped my arms around my son. This time would be a slower fuck. I actually felched for the first time, eating out Travis's soft, fucked pucker and tasting my own seed there. I took my time, getting off on the intensity of the act and the nastiness of it, too, before I leaned up and placed my son's calves on his shoulder. Then I fucked him a second time. Sensual, steady thrusts into him, as I looked down on him and silently urged him to give it up for his dad. No words, just a silent, physical connection, father to son. I made sure he came first, then I gradually ramped up my last thrusts to get the necessary stimulation to orgasm. His eyes on me, full of wonderment at watching his father cum, were enough to get me across the finish line.

We showered together, no longer in fuck mode. At least I was pretty damn spent. As I soaped Travis's muscle I had a deep appreciation and envy of his body. "I need a personal trainer," I said, articulating an idea that I'd been entertaining for a while.

"You're hot as fuck, Dad," Travis said, reaching out to feel up my own dad bod. "But if you want, I have a couple of trainer buddies in KC..."

"They in the business?" I asked, partly out of curiosity, partly out of concern.

Travis shook his head, laughing. "No, straight as an arrow. Guys I knew from highschool football. But they could get you into whatever shape you wanna be."

"Your mom's gonna.." I said, before I stopped myself.

Travis knew why. I tried not to acknowledge my infidelity in words. "It's OK, Dad. Like I say, guys have needs. You're not gonna leave her are you?" I could see behind his sexual sureness he still looked at me as his parent, in addition to his lover.

"No, Trav, I'm not leaving her. I'm not going to win husband of the year award, but she's not going to find out." I'm not sure how I was so sure of that fact, but I was. Maybe because the scenario was so wild and implausible, that Kate couldn't possibly suspect it.

The put my son at ease. We soaped up more and shampooed our hair, then rinsed off.

"Dad, are you really jealous about Steve?" Travis asked as we dried off. Maybe now that it was no longer in bed, he had more concerns.

"Not really," I answered. "I mean, if it really bothered me, I wouldn't be watching those videos over and over, would I?" It was incredible how I'd gone from shy to up front about discussion my addiction to Travis's OnlyFans site.

"I'm pretty good in those, right?" my son grinned.

I stepped up and placed my hands on his hips, standing face to face. My dick was plumping up again. Maybe I wasn't completely spent. "The best. You're sex on legs, you fucker," I growled and kissed Travis again, softly.

Looking back, that visit was a turning point in my and Travis's relationship and a huge turning point in my life.

#drakestories

[atruththatyoudeny]

Happy 28th! Here are all the fics I read and loved this month:

Remember Me Before You | kingsofeverything | [293k] Desperate to find a new place to live after he comes home to find his boyfriend cheating, Harry moves into a loft with three strangers. A New Girl AU.

Eyes on the Horizon | yeah_alright | [12k] Freshly dumped, recently fired, and about to turn 40, Harry's friends insist on taking him skydiving to cheer him up. His younger and extremely fit instructor Louis makes him even more nervous than the idea of jumping out of a plane, but both may be exactly what he needs to turn his life around.

Late Night Talking | kingsofeverything | [54k] Louis Tomlinson has a new album coming out and a second world tour on the horizon. Promo season gets underway with a stop at Late Night Talking, the late night show hosted by Harry Styles, and Harry Styles just happens to be the man who blew a chance to date Louis a decade ago.

Unholy | wickedarcher_08 | [12k] When Harry Styles started acting different after his 26th birthday, Father Louis Tomlinson is the only one that may be able to save his soul. He has successfully performed exorcisms before. This should be easy. Until it isn't. Harry is more than he seems. The battle of wills test every bit of faith Louis has. And Harry? Well, he's just getting started. "Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak."- Matthew 26:41.

Secrets, Santa? | indiaalphawhiskey | [20k] Right, okay, so Harry had confessed his deepest, darkest, dirtiest secrets to a stranger who turned out to be his boss. No big deal. This was probably just the beginning of Harry’s own hilariously heartwarming, wildly romantic Hallmark Christmas movie, come to life, right? …Right?

Moonlit Renault | softfonds | [38k] It's the early 20th century, and Louis Tomlinson learns just how much he is willing to do for a love that is considered wrong, but feels so right. A Maurice AU.

It's Thursday. Let's Get (un)Dressed. | bananaheathen | [9k] When Louis is peer-pressured into downloading TikTok over the holidays, he fully expects to hate it. And he does hate it. All of it. Well... except for aspiring OOTD influencer, @harrystyles.

Warm Chilling | Larry_you_know | [8k] Louis moves into a cosy cottage in the English countryside with his dog Clifford to look after his great-aunt's animals. His next door neighbour, Harry, is an eccentric young man who swims in the pond every morning, owns cats and chickens, grows his own vegetables and wears, according to Louis, grand-dad clothes. He's the opposite of Louis, who is a true city man and has tiny little troubles adjusting to life in the countryside. It's only a matter of time before Louis falls madly in love with his endearing neighbour.

baby, you're the end of june | disgruntledkittenface | [16k] “Up for it, Harold? We can go over the rundown when we get back. If you’re not busy then.” “Yeah, sounds good,” Harry says, closing his laptop and setting it on Louis’ desk. “It’s just Harry, though.” “You look like a Harold,” Louis says, standing up and brushing some brownie crumbs off his t-shirt. Harry briefly wonders how he’s still hungry for lunch after demolishing half the plate of brownies as he stands and moves into the hallway. “It’s the cardigan, I think.” “You guys can flirt on the way,” Niall says over his shoulder, beckoning for them to follow him as he strides down the row of cubicles. “Come on, I’m starving.” Harry looks at Louis, but he just laughs as they follow Niall. Oh. He thought he’d been picking up a vibe while they hung out, but apparently not. Well, it’s better to know how Louis feels now, so he can nip his growing crush in the bud. Louis is a great guy, at least they can be friends as well as coworkers. In which Harry courts Louis. Entirely by accident.

Something Blue & Someone New | littleroverlouis | [6k] Single Alpha Louis moves into a new apartment building and doesn't realize he misses courting someone until meeting his next door neighbor, a charming Omega named Harry. Louis is working up the nerve to officially ask him to court, but what if Harry secretly beats him to the punch?

These High Walls | LarryAlways28 | [69k] Harry Styles should have the world at his feet. Born to one of Seattle's wealthiest families, Harry was raised exactly as a Styles heir should be: sharp as a tack, witty, charming, and powerful. He was the ideal son - until he presented as an Omega. Now, barely a year after his old man dropped dead and running the family company, if he makes a mistake with the Tomlinson and Sons merger and acquisition, it's game over. ___ Louis Tomlinson is in over his head. After the tragic death of his older brother, Louis has no choice but to put his music career on hold and head back home to handle the family affairs. The family business is drowning and Louis doesn't know what to do. So... when the older, and wildly attractive Harry Styles offers him a deal in exchange for saving his family's legacy- how could Louis ever refuse that? But what happens when emotions get tangled and a good business deal turns into something much more powerful?

bitter ends turn sweet in time | me_her_themoon | [24k] “Are you…” Louis looks back down at the paper, voice almost getting caught in his throat, “Harry Styles?” Oh, fuck. Harry Styles.

Chicago | HelloLovers13 | [3k] They hadn't seen each other in four years, why was Louis still writing songs about Harry? Larry take on the song Chicago

I'm Weaker Without You | The_Halcyonic_Lachesist | [20k] Alpha Lord Louis Tomlinson is a rake who refuses to settle down. Will he settle down for the Society's most talked about Omega? What about the enticing scent that belongs to the Beta? How will he react to said Beta pursuing the Omega too?

Behind closed doors | bluegreenish | [10k] “You should ask that whoever he’s currently fucking.” Liam’s eyes grow wide. “No.” His tone is unbelieving, just like Louis’ would’ve been if you had told him what turn today would take. “Yes.” “How do you know?” Louis’ room mate’s eyes barely leave him as he tries to untie his shoes without looking. “Went to his dorm earlier, found a sock on his door handle. He’s such an arsehole.” or, the one where omega Louis finds a sock on alpha Harry's door handle that causes a big misunderstanding but is also the beginning of something new.

lost in the sirens | akatomlinson | [53k] abo fic where alphas and omegas can’t cohabitate as friends and harry ‘supposed-to-be-a-beta’ styles presents a few weeks before he and louis ‘hot/spicy-omega-bestie’ tomlinson are set to move into their new uni flat. featuring sephora louis, a world run by abo stereotypes, and harry who just wants to know what it means to be an alpha

#28th appreciation #fic rec #monthly reads #monthly fic recs #my reads #completed fics #larry fics

[gaminggirlsstuff]

My OC (Marvel Edition)

Clara Strange

Name : Clara Elizabeth Marie Strange

Nicknames : Clarissa (By Stephen), Magic-girl, Donna’s twin , Ms Strange

Age : 25 - 32

Birthday : October 26th

Status : Single

Powers : None

Family :

Mother : Beverly Strange

Father : Eugene Strange

Siblings : Stephen Strange (Older Brother)

                  Donna Strange (twin)

Pets : Reese the dog

Jobs : Librarian

Backstory : As kids her and Donna were the best of friends , always completing each other sentences and their bond was just unbreakable . Donna and her were both mischievious as kids during their school days . Always annoying their older brother Stephen with the nickname ‘Stevie’. But he loved the nickname secretly.

When they both were seven , Stephen would often able to persuade them to be his assistants in his magic act . When Clara was nine , she had fell from her bicycle while coming home from school as Donna rushed inside to call in Stephen to aid the other sister . Clara was crying on the front door stairs as Stephen got the first aid box and started bandaging her right ankle . After this experience Stephen started to always carry a small First aid kit in his bagpack to help anyone hurt.

One day during winter time they both wanted to go for ice skating near the frozen lake as Stephen was present with them . As Donna and her were having great time ice skating , but while skating Donna had stopped over a thin layer of ice in the middle of the lake, suddenly the ice started to crack under Donna’s feet as she fell through the hole into the cold water . Clara and Stephen rushed to help her but she was already gone .

After Donna’s death , Clara was never the same the bubbly mischievous girl , she was as before . Everyday since the incident she cried to sleep every night . She felt immensely guilty for Donna’s death as the memory from that day was haunting her every night , she couldn’t erase it from her mind as she tried to move on from it but couldn’t . Stephen on the other hand as it seems had moved on and had started to become distant from her and their parents as he was pursuing his medical career.  

Her parents tried to move on but a few years later her mom passed away when she was in her last year of college , shortly after that her dad too . Her and Stephen were the only one’s left now but they both had grown apart and their relation had begun to deteriorate as a massive fight had broken out between them after attending their father’s funeral. And they haven’t spoken to each other since then.

A few weeks later she had decided to move to London. To pursue her career in literature . She hadn’t spoken to her brother since the funeral . ‘Stubborn Asshole’  she thought of him as she once again checked her phone not a single text from him , she still hadn’t mentioned to him that she is moving to London . Feeling a bit hesitant that he wouldn’t allow her go once she told him about it so she decided against idea and prepared to leave tomorrow early morning to catch her flight .

Stephen on the other hand had graduated from Columbia with an M.D. and Ph.D  at the same time. He wanted to call her and tell her this amazing news and also apologize to her about their fight , he had really been acting too stubborn and ignorant around everyone , even his own little sister . But that day he decided he wanted to mend their relation and had the whole day plan out just for the both of them for tomorrow . The next day as he was getting ready to leave a thought Crossed his mind that he hadn’t even called her to check or ask if she was at home or not . But this visit was a surprise from him so being a idiot that he was didn’t even bothered to call her . As he parked his car in front of the apartment , he was getting nervous now but he brushed him off as he got out and carried the bouquet of lilac’s‘That have always have been her favorite’ towards the stairs . As he reached her floor he walked up towards her apartment door and knocked on it , No reply . He Continued on but still no reply .

He was starting to get worried now , thought’s rushed up inside his mind as he began to panic . But an old lady came up to him and informed him of his sister’s move and then the lady handed him an envelope . He took a look at it as it was addressed to him. He still couldn’t believe  ‘That she just left ! Just like that ! Without even informing him of it !’

Rage had blinded him as he couldn’t see any reason to mend what is already been destroyed with his sister as he rushed back to his apartment and started to destroy everything .

Suddenly his hands pulled back the photo frame from getting destroyed . It was of them as kids spending the day in their backyard as their mother has gathered up them together to click the picture. He remembered it clearly as Donna was wearing her fairy costume , Clara was holding her teddy bear with her pink glasses on and Stephen was in the middle wearing his magician hat and cape on .

He broke down into tears looking at the picture as he reminiscent about his childhood and in that moment he had everything , and now he was all alone and everyone near and dear to him had left or just gone away . This realization hit him hard but from this day onwards he made a promise to himself he wouldn’t let anyone get to close to him again .

Present day :

As the hour went by Clara was hoping she could leave early from work , it had been a slow day since she had arrived at work this morning and as usual arranging the Books in order , her thoughts shifted to Reese her pet dog who was patiently waiting for her at home , and she didn’t like leaving her alone for too long . As she was arranging some of the books on the middle shelf . A busy voice behind called her out “Hey you can leave early you know that right it's the weekend , as you kids love to call it this days ?”, it was her boss’s voice Maggie. She had been a really sweet and kind  lady who had helped her to get a job here as a librarian . She had been like a second mom for Clara and was always there support her through out everything when she arrived here for the first time .

As she was arranging the last batch of books , her eyes fell upon a children’s book which she hadn’t seen in many years . A small smile appeared on her face as she examined the book , Donna and her had an exact copy of the book as kids . ‘Mom and dad used to always read it to us every night , and sometimes even Steph-’  she stopped herself before she starts to feel guilty all over again.

It had been years since she had last seen her brother or even heard about him . She had always hoped that he was doing alright and has moved on with his life and achieved success in his medical career.

As she arranged the last batch , she started to climb down the ladder. Maggie was present at her usual work desk as Clara arrived , “Well I wanted to help you around a bit longer”.

“Well aren’t you a sweetheart my dear , well then take the rest of the day off and I’ll be seeing you on Monday ”. Maggie spoke as she rushed to pick up the ringing Telephone . A smile had spread on Clara’s face as rushed to get her jacket and purse , and waved goodbye to Maggie . As she dashed out of the front door and rushed to her apartment .

When she entered inside the door , She called out to Reese excitedly “Honey I’m home !” . As Reese rushed towards her she got down on her knees and greeted the excited little puppy , as she placed a kiss on her nose and put her down as they both entered the Living room . Clara placed some dogfood in the Reese’s bowl as she looked at the TV screen changing the channel again and again.

As she stopped on the News Channel as the news anchor said

“Where are the Avengers now after the Mayhem they have caused ? and Who is this Mysterious Spider Bug Themed Hero-Or as the Public put it as Spiderman spotted in Queens, New York City.”

‘Ugh’ she frustratedly thought to herself . All this Avengers speculation is just gonna make her head explode . Don’t worry she likes the Avengers but she not interested in fake news headlines and lies spread by the media about them, they are also real people and have families and people they love and have to take care of . But after the 2012 Invasion the public had been in love with them since . But after the Accords, things have changed drastically.

Clara got up from her couch as she switched off the TV, kept her dish in the sink and begin going into her bedroom . As Reese was trotting behind her, she return inside her room as her eyes fell upon the photo frame kept on the nightstand  of her and Donna , as she picked it up happy memories rushed in her mind as she gently placed a hand over the frame. Reminiscing  about  the past as she hugged the frame even closer as she terribly missed her sister so much every day .

The guilt never went away, as she still blamed herself for everything , Sleep never came easily to her , as the Nightmare was always coming to haunt her every night , as her screams still echoed in her mind , it was as if she was just stuck in that moment again and again even after so many years .

All this had become too much for her so she starting to see a therapist once a month , who had recommended her some sleeping pills , as she placed the frame back in it’s place she watched as Reese was already asleep in her own cozy bed , she smiled at the sleeping puppy she got up to get a glass of water .

When she reached the kitchen , commotion could be heard from inside as she quickly ducked under the table , the voices grew impatient and louder as the door flew open as things started to crash around her , she kept her eyes closed to scared to even open them , as a man’s frustrating voice shouted “QUICKLY , WONG GIVE ME THAT!!!!”, ‘that voice’  it felt really familiar as she opened her eyes to see it was a big creature with tentacles like things coming out from a blue portal as the man in the red cape used his powers to banish the creature as the portal closed in front of him and the other man . Things were happening around her too quickly as she got up from her hiding place to see the mess made by this magic people . As the tall man did a circular hand gesture another portal opened in front of them but this time it was an orange one, as they moved forward to step inside of it .

Clara quickly called them out “Wait what was that thing !? ”as they stopped , but the tall man didn’t even turn around to face her as he bluntly replied “A simple thanks would have been nice !”. Embarrassed Clara quickly thanked them for saving her life, but she is still questioned them again “But who are you guys ?”.

The Tall man groaned in frustration as he turned around to quickly introduce himself  “ I’m Dr Strange Master of the Mystic Art- Clarissa , what are you doing here ?”.

Taglist : @jackiequick @brianllamawrites @darlingpetao3 @eonash @itslileagle @khayrrilrainxwells

#marvel #marvel oc #my oc #mcu #dr stephen strange #dr strange #blake lively #clara strange

[belovedmuichiro]

Remember those Inotan fan kids I made? Well I finally do! So I thought this time around I’d give an idea of their dynamics with their dads! And a little bonus for Izumi and Kotaro’s personalities

(Further notes under the cut)

Tanjiro and Inosuke didn’t plan to have children at all due to the slayer mark curse, so Izumi (the girl) was a surprise... There wasn’t much they could about it do given the time period, but Inosuke was also adamant about raising the baby so he’d have something of his and Tanjiro’s left once he died.

They had Izumi very young, when Tanjiro is 21 and Inosuke is 20.

Right after she was born, Sanemi had his 25th birthday and basically waits to die, but to everyone’s surprise, Sanemi survives to his 26th birthday.

In this particular au, the curse dies with Muzan, so everyone gets to live to their lives to their natural end.

Tanjiro had already passed on the earrings very early though, wanting to see her grow up with them. He never ends up taking them back.

Soon after the curse is proven to be broken, with Sanemi nearing his 28th birthday and Giyuu making it to his 26th, Tanjiro and Inosuke have Kotaro.

Kotaro was also a surprise, but not in the same sense that Izumi was. More like a “we weren’t trying, but we weren’t not trying” thing

With that backstory out of the way, onto personalities!

Izumi (16 going on 17) is kind of the perfect combination of Tanjiro and Inosuke both in appearance and personality. She has Inosuke’s firecracker personality but Tanjiro’s good morals and responsibility. She’s easy to rile up but hard to truly provoke (ex. she’ll yell and get into verbal fights, but won’t throw a punch).

Kotaro (14) leans more into Inosuke’s features (much to Inosuke’s delight). He’s shockingly taller than the rest of his family, which is actually a Hashibira trait that skipped over Inosuke, who heavily resembled Kotoha. He has Tanjiro’s docile and kind demeanor, but Inosuke’s extremism, often surprising people with how far he’ll go (ex. he won’t argue with someone, but he will absolutely punch them in the face).

Izumi is closest with Inosuke even though he mercilessly annoys the shit out of her. They have a teasing relationship with one another and wrestle a lot. She’s almost as close with Tanjiro, whose approval she craves even though he’s the most supportive father in the world. They’re bigger on acts of service when it comes to one another.

Kotaro is closest with Tanjiro because he’s the tamer of his two parents. He used to be stuck to Tanjiro’s hip as a child, but at his current age they just spend a lot of time together and tell each other everything. He’s also very close with Inosuke, but Inosuke can be a bit too intense for him at times, even if Kotaro tends to mirror him. He’s Inosuke’s BABY BOY though.

Izumi and Kotaro are each other’s best friend. Partners in crime, though Kotaro is happy to be the side kick most of the time. They can be very sarcastic with one another, and LOVE pushing each other’s buttons, but they love each other more than anything at the end of the day.

#emmie speaks #my art #inotan #demon slayer #kimestu no yaiba #kny manga spoilers #inotan children #also Tanjiro and Inosuke look much older than they actually are #bc demon slaying will fuck up your body!!! age ya faster!! #I changed them slightly #mostly in their skin color bc I thought they were too pale ngl #I'm more satisfied with these looks

[missvelvetsstuff]

Miss Velvet

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Y/N is a disabled equestrian and therapeutic riding instructor who helps Tony Stark with his PTSD after returning from Titan. When the Avengers bring everyone back he hires her to work with Avengers and SHIELD hires her as therapist and teaching basic riding skills because you never know when a horse will be the best mode of transportation.

Bucky Barnes is a manwhore who is enjoying his freedom for the first time in decades and pays no mind to y/n when she meets the team because he learned to ride from Hydra and too is busy pursuing his next conquest.

Post Endgame but everybody survived, because I said so. And Steve helped get Sharon Carter pardoned so they are together.

Chapter 11

Notes: I'm reposting this because the link is broken on the Masterlist for this story and I couldn't find the original post.

Velvets alarm went off and she groaned but when she tried to get up something was stopping her. Waking up a bit more she realized it was a metal arm holding her down.

"Bucky, honey, I have to get up and feed. So much to do today before Tony's Xmas Eve gathering tonite."

Bucky grumbled "No, no feed, no party things, sleep" and pulled her flush against him.

Velvet grimaced "But, Baby, it's Christmas Eve. We can sleep in a few days. I have to bake cookies and make fudge. It's tradition."

"How is it tradition when this is your first Christmas with the team?" Bucky mumbled.

Velvet whined "Because, it's what I do. My mom and I always baked goodies to take to work and school. She's gone but I must bake."

"Just five more minutes, Doll" Bucky tried to negotiate.

"Lazy damn supersoldier" Velvet smacked him on his right shoulder.

"Demanding woman" Bucky grunted

"And I'm all yours" Velvet grinned. "Come on! We have to get up. Unless you want to make me do all that work by myself" she pouted

"Fine! I'm up. Come take a shower with me."

"Sergeant Barnes! We don't have time for such activities. Get up!"

Once they finally got moving they found that Bobby had already taken care of the horses so headed back to the house for breakfast. Velvet started organizing the ingredients and dishes she needed to bake after turning on holiday music.

"Velvet, Doll. It's almost time to get going. Are you almost ready?" Bucky tapped on her bedroom door.

'What do you think Sarge? Do I look acceptable?'

Velvet walked out in a purple cocktail dress with black lace overlay, her hair down in the back and make-up simple. Bucky stared with his mouth open, his black suit with a pocket square that matched the color of her dress. His brain misfiring when he tried to speak so he ended up just grunting.

Velvet laughed "I'll take that as a yes. You look pretty drool worthy yourself."

Bucky shook his head "You just keep getting prettier every time I look at you."

"Such a charmer" Velvet blushed

"Shall we go?" Bucky offered his arm "Everything is in the car"

The compound was very festive with lights, trees, tinsel and red bows & ornaments everywhere. The whole team was in the ballroom, dressed to the nines and still sober enough to seem respectable but it was early. There were tables with finger foods and treats along one wall and a 20ft tree with presents under and around it. Holiday music was playing and everyone was excited for the evening.

After dinner, everyone was a little drunk and some were dancing for a little while until most were sitting on the huge sectional that was around the tree to make the gift exchange easier.

Everyone had their gift except Velvet until Tony handed her an envelope. Her brow crinkled.

"What's this Tony? The deed to my stable?" She joked.

"Not today. This is a Christmas slash birthday gift since your day is the 26th" he grinned

Velvet rolled her eyes "Wow, didn't expect a billionaire to need to combine gifts like my friends in high school did."

Tony scoffed "Just open it and take a look."

Velvet opened the envelope and read the paper inside, her eyes growing wider as she finished. "Are you for real, Tony?"

"Of course. I mean it was your boyfriends idea but yeah. Wanna tell the rest of the class?"

Velvet looks up at everyone "According to this, after brunch tomorrow we are all headed out on a chartered 747 to Disneyland until January 3rd. Staying in the special suites in the Disneyland hotel. There's the Fantasy Suite, Mickey's Penthouse, Pirates of the Carribean, Adventureland and Big Thunder. Plus my bday dinner at The Blue Bayou restaurant in the Pirates ride."

Everyone cheers and Sam's nephews & Clints kids start screaming "Disneyland! Disneyland! Disneyland!"

Velvet can barely contain herself "It's been years since I've been but my family used to go every year. Perk of growing up in So Cal. Y'all are gonna love it."

Tony claps "Alright kids, let's get some shut eye so Santa comes for the kids and we take off after brunch so get packed."

Velvet barely sleeps that nite, Disneyland holds so many special memories with friends and family, from her childhood.

After a hectic morning and brunch everyone heads to the airport, chatting excitedly about this trip.

Velvet wakes up on her 30th bday in one of the bedrooms of Mickeys Penthouse because Bucky is singing Happy Birthday with a huge cupcake with a candle lit. Velvet blows it out and kisses Bucky long and hard.

"Do we have to be anywhere this morning?" She asks Bucky.

"Yes, you and your lady friends are going to the spa at the Grand Californian for massages and other girly stuff today. We are all meeting at the castle at 7 for a group picture before dinner."

Velvet's phone rings "Oh, excuse my public needs me" and answers to hear a very off key rendition of Happy Birthday.

"Velvet!" Nat yells "Wake up, we have pampering to do"

The girls have a blast being pampered and drinking a whole lot of mimosas. Once they are done they head back to their rooms to get ready for dinner. Velvet has an off the shoulder, purple maxi dress and low heels.

"How do I look?"

"Like dessert" Bucky growls "Here, I have your bday present" and he puts an amethyst heart necklace on her.

"Oh, Buck, it's beautiful" She sighs

"Yeah, almost as beautiful as you. Now lets get going before we're late"

They meet the team at the castle and spend 10 minutes being posed by a photographer before he gets the shot he wants. Then all the families and couples take individual shots.

The theme from Beauty and the Beast Tale as Old as Time'(Angela Lansbury NOT Celine Dion) starts coming thru speakers all over Main Street, when Velvet and Bucky are the last couple to pose and when she looks over at him, he's on one knee. She looks around and everyone is watching them.

Bucky takes her hand "I know we've only been together for 5 months but I believe that when it's right, you know. Nothing in my life has ever felt so right.

Y/N, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Holding an amethyst engagement ring he looks at her with all the love he has.

Velvet starts crying and nodding her head "Yes. YES!" Is all she can get out. Bucky slides the ring onto her finger where it fits perfectly. She hugs and kisses him, speechless and so happy.

Applause breaks out, too much to be just the team and when Velvet and Bucky look around there are hundreds of spectators clapping and whooping for the happy couple.

The group heads to New Orleans Square but passes the entrance to Blue Bayou and Velvet speaks up "Tony, we passed the restaurant" but he shakes his head.

"Another little surprise, we are dining in Club 33 this evening"

"Oh my God Tony, I don't know what to say" Velvet tears up

"When you figure it out text me" Tony quips

After a wonderful meal the group gets ready to leave and Velvet groans "Buck, honey. Imma need you to carry me back to the hotel"

Bucky smiles, "Don't worry it's not far" and leads her up a set of stairs.

"Where are we going?" She asks, looking around

"You crazy kids are sleeping in Walt's Dream Suite tonite. Try not to scare the janitorial staff." Tony answers

The team comes up for drinks on the balcony so they can all watch Fantasmic!

Looking at her ring, Velvet sighs

"I can't imagine a better day. Can we get married here? Ooh, Tony do you know Steve Perry? Maybe he could sing at the wedding."

Bucky speaks up "You hear my girl, Stark? You're paying for the wedding too, right?"

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #Miss Velvet #disabled equestrian reader #avengers au

[lumiereandcogsworth]

wait omg I don't have any specific asks abt young adam but I would love to hear any headcanons you have about him and his mom 🥺 I remember that lil flashback we see in the movie standing out to me so much, I just know she was the sweetest woman in the world

often for bedtime stories, his mother would tell him about her life before she became royal. about her brothers and her parents and their animals and playing in the sunshine and warm dinners and laughter. she’d always promise to take him there some day.

adam has early memories of sitting in her room while she got ready for a dinner or ball. he’d sit on her bed and play while her lady’s maid dressed her and did her hair and makeup. eventually, the maid would leave and his mother would sit at her vanity. the moment that happened, adam would slide off the bed and climb onto her lap. they’d spend every minute together until the nanny would come to take him away and the queen would have to join the party.

they played in the garden a lot, particularly around his mother’s roses. they’d run around and play hide & seek and tag. they’d also collect flowers for the vase in her room and sit in the sunshine and she would sing to him. they’d go for walks when the cherry blossom trees were in bloom and the pink petals would fall like snow and it always felt a little magical.

on his birthday (august 26th) she would always make a special little chocolate cake for him, a tradition she carried over from what her mother always did for her and her brothers on their birthdays. she would also often send lumiere and plumette to paris to find a present for him, if she would not be going there with the king around the time.

adam was very quiet by nature, even to his mother, but he definitely lit up the most around her. he never said much to anyone when he was little, but you could quite easily tell he was happiest in his mother’s presence. he’d kick his legs and shake his arms when he saw her. and he’d cling to her dress or hand when others were around.

many nights when there was either a storm or a bad dream, little adam would brave the darkness in order to run to the safety of his mother’s room. he’d run in and climb into her bed and nestle right in her arms. she would wake and hold him tight and sing soft lullabies to him to help him fall asleep.

winter and christmas were also a special time. adam’s father often spent his winters in paris or versailles, leaving his wife and son behind. adam and his mother Loved this, of course. they would play in the snow every day and snuggle in her bed every night, the whole castle always smelling of cinnamon and gingerbread.

one of adam’s core memories, which i’ve written this fic about, so i’ll only say it briefly here, is when he was around four years old and his mother woke him in the middle of the night to bring him to the stables. he got to witness the birth of his first horse, etienne.

adam was very prone to meltdowns, especially if any changes happened or if he couldn’t see his mother when he had been told he could, or if his father yelled or slammed a door or hit him. adam was very sensitive to his environment and it would often bring him to tears and/or tantrums. his mother was pretty much the only one that could get him to calm down eventually.

as he got a bit older and started studying with the private tutors, he took so much joy in infodumping about new things to his mother. she never had a proper education, her brothers taught her to read and write, so she was always so fascinated by what adam told her. he’d spend hours telling her things, sometimes. they’d walk around the garden or ride a horse together and he’d ramble on. (truly the only time he’s ever considered a chatterbox is if he’s infodumping. otherwise he was so so quiet and still is generally).

when his mother got sick and became bed-ridden, she told him to keep an eye on the flowers and horses for her. so every day he’d come visit her and tell her how they were doing. he’d also tell her about what he was studying and reading. he was getting very interested in books by this age (nine). many nights he would stay in her room and read to her. she’d fall asleep before him and he’d eventually close the book and snuggle next to her. he could tell she was getting weaker but he’d close his eyes and pretend they were at the farm with her brothers in the sunshine. hoping one day they’d get there.

#aughghshdjs 😭 thank you alex <3 #also for anyone picking up vibes by what i said. yes i headcanon adam as autistic!❤️ #anyway. crying and sobbing on the floor #adam #batb headcanons #batb 2017 #beauty and the beast (2017) #beauty and the beast 2017 #prince adam #queen renée

[altairtalisman]

Li's Bio

"Time to make this eternal party bleed a pretty red!"

More details on Li is under the cut

Name: Lu Ma Li

Age: 2571

Height: 180 cm

Birthday: 19 Alstas 549 BCE (Lihanfayl)

Orientation: Cisgender Pansexual Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Species: Chronoven (formerly human)

Title: The Third Hour

Country of Birth: Fuusamoa Empire (present-day Xhing'Tien)

Likes: Sex, seafood (especially oysters), fruit liqueurs, complicated puzzles (except riddles), cats, Sarnai (as her former pet owner/friend)

Dislikes: Anything bitter, early mornings, riddles

Hobbies: Partying, martial arts, puzzle solving, chess

Personality: Upbeat, hedonistic, and just a little bit unhinged, he's the epitome of a party animal… which often makes others forget that he also has a whimsical and bloodthirsty side and would happily shed some blood (not his own) just to get "those lights pulsing and that bass grooving". No one really knows if he was originally like that to begin with, or time has taken its toll on his mind…

Style: Usually only wears grey smart casual pants that are stretchy enough to double as sportswear, a pair of sandals and his signature CAUTION buckle belt. Only wears a blue Hawaiian shirt if there's a 'no shoes, no shirt, no service' policy, which is extremely rare in Ratein

Abilities: Able to freely cross between Ratein and the Astral Realm without the need of dimension gates. Is able to use cosmic magic, stop time, view events happening in the past, present and future, as well as cause anything that his weapon comes in contact with to 'dissociate' from existence (apart from chronovens, The Caretaker and The Artiste)

Like the rest of the Hourly Twelve, Ma Li is also able to open portals that allow him to travel anywhere. Also able to reverse time, but only once and at the cost of his life. Being a chronoven, he's only able to die either by his lifespan naturally running out, or by time reversal

Due to his martial arts training when he was still human, he's extremely skilled in Xhing'Tienese martial arts and by combining his skills with cosmic magic, he's able to perform martial feats that can only be described as dancing with time and space. As a result of the way he was 'executed', he's able to inflict intense stabbing pain onto anyone he comes into contact with

Background: The heir to the tyrannical rule of the Lu Dynasty, Ma Li grew up to be a cruel and whimsical emperor that everyone in the Fuusamoa Empire feared and loathed. He didn't understand why his servants feared him, nor did why his subjects seemed to avoid his gaze whenever he visited various parts of the empire. All he knew was that he was living up to his ancestors' legacy, and didn't wish to disappoint them

When he turned 24, he decided that in order to gain the favour of his empire, he should ensure that his subjects could afford to spend time partying instead of tirelessly working. As such, he decided to readjust the budget so that everyone could afford to take longer breaks. Ma Li was surprised to discover that productivity improved in contrast to his expectations, and started to wonder if his ancestors' way of ruling was flawed

Unbeknownst to him, the budget adjustment meant that the military, which previously received the majority of the budget, had lesser to spend on and wages started to drop. Ma Li was also oblivious to the discontent the rest of the nobility experienced, for if the commoners had some semblance of a work-life balance, it meant that eventually they would challenge the nobles and demand even more

Disgruntled, the military started to plot his demise while the nobles plotted to overthrow the emperor and end the Lu dynasty. The two parties caught wind of the other party's plans and decided to work together to bring Ma Li down, the latter still oblivious to the dissent experienced by these two parties

They carried out an assassination attempt during the emperor's 26th birthday after the nobility had given him a meteorite necklace for his birthday, hoping that the gift giving would distract him. This failed as Ma Li had long noticed the assassin behaving shiftily since the start of his party, and was simply waiting for the right moment to drag them to the highest point of the room. After he brought the assassin up to the very front, he personally executed the assassin in front of all the attendees with his trademark smile on his bloody features before feeding the remains to Sarnai, his beloved pet snow leopard. The two parties temporarily backed off as they were reminded that the emperor that they were trying to overthrow was still tyrannical as before, and they decided to seek other ways to overthrow the dynasty

At the same time, due to the public execution, public sentiment towards Ma Li worsened as they came to the conclusion that he was reforming the empire on a whim and that he would easily reverse his own decision. Fearing for their safety, the citizens started to revolt against Ma Li, with their worse fears proven true as he executed whoever he caught in a flamboyant yet cruel manner

The revolts went on for two years, and Ma Li was forced to find new ways to send the message to obey his rule. This was so as he discovered that if he didn't have enough commoners, he wouldn't be able to conscript them into the military to defend against other countries. Moreover, he was starting to suspect that the military was on the verge of rebelling against him and thus, wanted to keep them happy by sparing their loved ones

On 20 Durna 521 BCE, he was overwhelmed by the majority of the capital and was forced to flee. A few of the nobles as well as the highest ranked general helped Ma Li to flee, bringing him to a room that not even the emperor himself knew it existed. Once he was safely inside, the general stabbed him in the abdomen and locked Ma Li inside the room

Realising the general's betrayal, he ordered the nobles to subdue him and free him. He was surprised to hear a mechanism starting up instead, soon discovering that the ceiling was starting to close in on him, spikes groaning as the ceiling slowly approached him. Ma Li heard his subjects whispering excitedly at the prospect of his death, and seethed at the realisation that his subjects had been planning to overthrow him for a good while

Enraged, he declared that when he escaped the room, he would colour his palace's walls red with their blood no matter how long it took. The necklace suddenly glowed, seemingly acceding to the declaration. Ma Li then felt his body burn, the wound that he suffered started to eat away at his organs while his left eye burnt coldly. He sneered at his subjects' pathetic attempts to bring him down, declaring that only he could decide when to end the dynasty. As a result, he didn't realise that he was being broken up and reformed in a galaxy

Once he had reformed, Alexia introduced herself as the First Hour, a chronoven who had time-related abilities and an immensely long lifespan. Ma Li laughed, asking if he was a chronoven like the woman before him. Alexia answered that while he was indeed like her, returning to resume his rule wouldn't end well for the whole of Ratein

He laughed once more, reassuring her that he was merely going back to give his subjects the freedom they craved. Alexia, though doubtful, expressed relief at Ma Li's change of heart and left him alone after informing him that he could create portals to wherever he wished

Grinning, he returned back to the cheering population of the newly dissolved Fuusamoa Empire, a blade in his hands as he prepared to set the stage… a stage where blood reigned supreme and one where only he was permitted to dance…

True Form:

#Hallowed Hotel #Lu Ma Li #tw eyestrain #tw scars #tw death mention #tw mass murder #Altair draws

[roberrtphilip]

okay just because i really like dates/timelines (hashtag history major) can you Please tell me all the birthdays / ages of everyone in the movies? also any other timeline funfacts/details you wanna include. idk what that would be but that’s just the subject of this post, go ham 🫶

oh absolutely >:)

okay so the first movie starts on May 22nd, 2007 and ends on the 26th. May 21st is the night Giselle dreamt about Robert, she meets Edward the 22nd, meets Robert the 23rd, spends the 24th with him, they attend the ball on the 25th, and kiss on the 26th.

there's nothing I love more than knowing canon dates and I am very Very thankful to whoever randomly decided May 25th would be the day of the ball.

and then Disenchanted takes place 10 years later.

and now, my headcanons !!

For character ages, Robert is 30, and his birthday is September 5th, 1976. The scripts I have are a bit vague with everyone's age, and he's described as "late 20s" in one and "early 30s" in another, so I just stuck him at 30.

Giselle's is even more vague, with her descriptions just being "fair maiden" however in one copy, Robert says that she "looks 23" but he's unsure. I personally put her at 26, with her birthday being February 28th, 1981.

Morgan we know is 6, and I headcanon that her birthday is September 10th, 2000. Her and Robert having birthdays five days apart is inspired by my dad and I (ours are Sept. 6th and the 11th!) because their relationship reminds me of us :p

Sofia we know is a year old, and I have tried so hard to look at background details that might tell me when Disenchanted takes place (at least what month) but none of the event flyers say anything. Nancy says "we missed her birthday last month", so I've just decided it takes place in March, because I headcanon Sofia was born February 12th, 2016.

I can only hope no details come out about when it canonically takes place now because I love Sofia's birthday being right before Valentine's Day and headcanon that, before she had a name, Giselle would always call her "my little Valentine" and it is whyyyy her middle name is Valentine 🤧

and I don't have as many details for them, but I do headcanon Nancy was 32 in Enchanted, and Edward was 28. I liked the idea of Nancy being the oldest for some reason, idk why. I haven't given them birthdays, but I feel like Edward's probably a Leo.

Oh, and another fun canon detail is, according to the credits, Morgan is 8 years old in the flashbacks that play during Love Power. Because of that, I headcanon Robert and Giselle got married May 25th, 2009, with Morgan turning 9 later that year.

also, sticking with canon and timelines, Disenchanted takes place over the course of five days, or four depending on how you view the wish, I guess. cause I've seen some people say the wish reset the fourth day, but when I watched it, I assumed the day still happened, but no one remembered, so it was still technically the next calendar day? But I suppose the day could've just reset too, idk.

anyway !! ahhhhh thank you for letting me talk about this there's truly nothing I love more than 1) breaking down/figuring out movie timelines and 2) giving characters birthdays/ages 💖💖💖

#💜💙💜💙💜💙💜 #lumiereandcogsworth #ask #enchanted #disenchanted #hc #certified enchanted moment™️

[maccaulayblake]

[ harris dickinson, male, he/him ] — whoa! MACCAULAY BLAKE just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for LIFE, working as a/an FASHION PHOTOGRAPHER. that can’t be easy, especially at only 30 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit FICKLE and IMPRUDENT, but i know them to be CANDID and VEHEMENT. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to MANHATTAN! 

 ~ Quick stuff ~ Name: Maccaulay Blake Birthday: January 26th, 1994 Zodiac: Aquarius ☼ , Libra ☾, Leo ↑ From: New York City, New York Residence: Manhattan, Lower East Side Pronouns: He/Him

bio stuff:

Born and raised in New York to a single mother Aurelia "Rea" Blake (60), a famous fashion model from the late 80's/90's. Artist and activist. Her parents, Maccaulay's grandparents, Conrad Blake (deceased) with a lineage tying back to early finance, and socialite Effy Early-Blake, real estate (82). They were and are very hands on with their only grandson and with a desire to see their fortunes stay in the family.

Maccaulay grew up in Manhattan's Upper East Side and attended all the all the prestigious schools since kindergarten and on - a stipulation made by his grandparents, to Rea's chagrin. Having had Maccaulay during the height of her career, it was his home base.

Maccaulay's birth father is out of the picture and has been since day one. The pregnancy was quite the scandal at the time, a whole Mamma Mia situation in the gossip rags of who the father could be. In time to be revealed David Scanlen, Freelance photographer, mostly notably for his Photo Journalism from political and world events from all over the world. Based out of LA with another very famous wife and family all his own - there has never been a relationship between David and Maccaulay, child support and that was it.

His teenage years he skipped the awkward phase and could say grew up too fast. Finding school boring, he found his friends and the rest of New York way more exciting. Indulging in the easily afforded drug scene so many of his classmates were dabbling if not full blown into - he began to party and party hard.

Rea knew (that was her experience as well), instead of pulling him out, uprooted him to Brooklyn with her where she found a brownstone and a studio and began her own pursuit of her art. She didn't pull him out of school yet, giving him the ultimatum that she would pull him out, leave his friends and go to public. Or find a hobby. He did.

Mac found dance - something he still does to blow off steam today. But he'd hurt himself out of carelessness and that led to having to find something else. Enter Photography.

What started as a street project while he was all cast up turned into something much more meaningful. Mac had a raw talent and despite the glaring spotlight it may have put on his birth father. It was something he ended up pursuing.

Of course he had the connections. Not ashamed to use them. He just nearly graduated - with a name and large donation, Conrad made sure he'd get into a college. NYU it was. Where he lasted a year. Once again bored by the structure.

Opting for internships. Afforded of course by who his mother was he worked for some of the most exciting photographers forming a good relationship and connections within Conde Nast and their array of publications within.

With a natural talent - a load of arrogance and a huge leg up he's been on the up and up career wise. Mac's currently shooting for just about any and all major outlets.

random stuff:

loves the night life, hasn't shaken that side of him. is very social, and not one for settling down. has a tattoo between his shoulder blade he does not remember getting of a mermaid. (embarazzzing) is learning the drums - think's he's way better than he is

connections:

Fashion/Work World: I suppose pretty self-explanatory. 'Co-workers' of sorts. Those working in and around a shoot.

Roommate: He lives in a spacious apartment on the Lower East Side, doesn't need a roommate but for as much as he likes his solitude he also likes having a body around.

Friends: He's born and raised, Upper East Side then Brooklyn - he's been around, so really any old childhood friends to someone he met on the Ferry. I'm interested in all kinds.

Dance: He's been doing it since he was seventeen. So studios, rec hall classes, he's tried all kinds. Favors Modern and Contemporary.

Exes: He's not been the best guy to be in a relationship with so I don't imagine he's ever had a relationship lasting really over a year and then some. Maybe they tried, there was cheating, there was loss of interest idk. you know? ;D

Flings: another pretty much self-explanatory.

Negatives: In any capacity! Rivals, old grudges, parents have history, he stole your cab! Anything.

~Legit down for anything, if there’s ideas toss them out. On dash chem is my favorite and just love winging it too! I’ll fill this all out more as time goes on for sure!

#boroughs.intro #musings #drug mention tw #blah tumblah.com wouldnt save w bullets so alas here we are

[sweet-vanilla-sims]

Year 1674 - Part 1

TW/CW: Child Death

The start of the year was largely uneventful until Sarah went into labor and delivered a healthy son on January 22nd who was named Clement, much to his parent's relief.

Just a few days shy of her 26th birthday on February 10th, Orelia delivered her daughter who she named Orsetta after her late twin.

Back in Tartosa things were going well for the Morosini triplets as they outgrew infancy and became delightful little children. Baldissere was a charming child who loved being social when he and his family would stroll through town while Bastiano tried to be independent though there was little he could do much to his displeasure since he was still a small child. Borthola preferred to stay by her parents side as she was a rather shy child now that she her intense moods had softened.

Clement grew fast definitely taking quite a bit after his father though it was still unclear if that was just for his infancy.

Orsetta also grew into a sweet girl and it was such a relief for Orelia that her daughter was growing better than Pasqueta had.

Still, with the little one's health doing well, Orelia was starting to feel stifled in Henford as she contemplated what would come next in her life.

On his parent's recommendation, Alessandro decided to remarry and given the close ties his late wife's family had with the Taroni family he decided that he would marry Gabriella's ward and niece, Shayna. Shayna knew that an offer to marry a wealthy merchant like Alessandro would not come around for her often being that she was an illegitimate child which was reason enough to take up the marriage offer but also, raising her status from illegitimate to a merchant's wife would also be beneficial for her younger sister so by early June the two were wed. That said Alba and Marina weren't too interested in what the adults were doing and spent most of their time together chatting about far more important things like toys and games.

Later that June on the 17th, Salvador Ludovici was born a healthy child.

The Morosini children started to drift apart as they grew older, for whatever reason toddlerhood made it so that Bastiano and Borthola could hardly get along with each other becoming more difficult to manage by the day but at least both of them were on wonderful terms with their older triplet brother.

With the little ones old enough to cause mischief, it was hard for Giovanni Cesare to get much attention but Giulia did her best to make time for her young son especially as his thirteenth birthday approached. She couldn't believe how fast time was flying by when she was reminded that her brother had turned thirty-five that July.

Of course, while the Morosini couple had hoped to avoid another child so soon, by September Ashley was quite certain that there would be a new addition to the family soon. Ashley did admit that she was nervous about having four young children so close together especially as her younger two currently did not get along but Giulia did her best to comfort her that they would manage it.

Sadly with no warning on October 7th, Baldissere went down for his nap and simply never awakened.

Ashley took the loss hard as she felt that her complaining about having four young children had triggered the Watcher's wrath and took her oldest.

Giovanni Cesare and Giulia decided to focus their grief into Giovanni Cesare's lessons and he was happy to distract his niece and nephew so that his brother and sister-in-law could grieve with the knowledge he gained. While Giulia's 53rd birthday was a milestone that November, she made no fuss about it given the loss of her grandson and sadly news came in that Antonio's oldest daughter, Tess, passed away from a snow storm on November 27th.

#Giulia Morosini #Giovanni Morosini #Gianna Rossi #Roberto Rossi #Sarah Carlisle #Orelia Morosini #Alessandro Rossi #Giuliano Morosini #Ashley Morosini #Giovanni Cesare Morosini #Katharine Ludovici #Shayna Taroni #Shayna Rossi #Marina Rossi #Alba Rossi #Baldissere Morosini #Bastiano Morosini #Borthola Morosini #Clement Carlisle #Orsetta Morosini #Salvador Ludovici #The Carlisle Chronicles #Decades Legacy Challenge #tw child death #cw child death #1674 #1670s #ts4

[ancient-pokehistorian]

Bio: Falkner

Name: Falkner

Gender: Male (he/him or they/them) 

Age: 25

Birthday: September 26th

Height: 5’ 7”

Occupation: Violet City Gym Leader, also a bird keeper

Orientation: Undeclared; he’s spent very little time thinking about it \_(ツ)_/ 

Hometown: Violet City

Personality: Falkner’s not the most expressive of people. He’d be perfectly content with just his birds as company. Calm, pensive, and reserved, he tends not to be the one to start conversations, but he doesn’t mind participating in them. When he does speak, he’s polite, unless it’s someone he knows well, in which case he will be very blunt. The majority of his actions are dictated by what’s ‘proper’ and ‘respectable’, although he does occasionally slip into more casual demeanor (again, usually around close friends). His expressions and body language usually say more about his thoughts and emotions then his words. He doesn’t have many strong opinions, except for on things relating to battling, bird Pokémon, and his father, who he greatly adores. While he may seem unimpassioned most of the time, he can get really competitive during battles. He enjoys winning, but isn’t a sore loser (which is probably for the best-he’s not the strongest of trainers); a battle is the best way to earn his respect.

History: All his life, Falkner has had one dream: to become a Gym Leader than his dad, Falcon, can be proud of. He trained tirelessly for it, to the point that he didn't have any school friends because he left as soon as he could. Thankfully, Falkner's family would take in two line-in apprentice bird keepers, Rod and Abe, who at least got the Gym Leader-to-be a bit more personable.

Waking up to feed and clean the aviary, going to school, training, evening flights...it seemed like the perfect life...

Until one day, Falcon abruptly announced some solo travel plans. True to his wayward spirit, he didn't share many details, but he put a teenaged Falkner in charge of the gym as temporary Gym Leader until his return.

That was nearly 10 years ago.

Since then, his mother has passed away, and Falkner's insistence Falcon's eventual return has left him estranged from her family in Kanto. Falcon, claiming to come from a near-extinct clan that worshiped Articuno, has no other known relatives.

Still, every day, with the help of Rod and Abe (they've tried hiring on other Gym Trainers, but so far none have been able to handle the workload) Falkner continues in his duties. At some point (for legal reasons, as far as he's concerned), the League promoted him from temporary to official Gym Leader.

But he's still watching the skies for signs of his dad.

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Pokémon:

Pidgeot (M)

Skarmory (F)

Altaria (F)

Toucannon (M)

Talonflame (F)

Togekiss (F)

There are a number of other birds in the aviary, including ones he uses in Gym challenges.

Jolteon (M)

Falkner is completely and utterly terrified by electric currents and electric-type Pokémon, having early on in his Gym Leader days taken a Raichu's Volt Tackle to his back to protect his Pokémon. He didn't intend for his Eevee to evolve into a Jolteon, and yet...it's a big struggle for him, but considering it's already attached to him, he's doing what he can-with a lot of help.

#bios tag #Falkner (Birds on a Wire)

[mamabear-elinor]

SwynWriMo Day Ten – Love is Stored in the Garlic

Elinor’s Recipe Book

Write about 10 significant meals that your character has had in their lives.

Lady Elinor DunBroch had a whole host of cooks that worked during the day, making dishes for tourists that came through and who helped with special events and holidays, but that did not mean she did not herself cook. She liked to get her hands in a bit of dough or wrestle with a meat casing. She could skin an animal as good as the hunters, possibly even better, because she always took her time when she cooked. For the most part, she let the cooks go about their business, she had hired them because they were good, but there were certain holidays and dishes that Elinor always oversaw: or made herself.

Hogmanay -- January 1st Shortbread and Black Buns

It’s said that to have good luck on the New Year, the first foot into the house should be a dark, handsome man carrying shortbread, coal, salt, a black bun, and whiskey. It is always an argument, who the dark and handsome man should be, but Fergus usually wins. He cracks off the top of the whiskey and guzzles it down as soon as his boot hits the threshold. The whole family laughs and cheers and toasts to a good year, before they open gifts and send the children off to bed.

Burns Night -- January 25th Haggis with Neeps and Tatties

One of Elinor’s favourites: Burns Night. The children complain about the Haggis, but once they’re old enough, Elinor allows Harris to recite the Address to Haggis and he doesn’t complain so much. The first year he does it, he says it quietly, reading from the page that Elinor has printed out for him. By the time he’s twelve, he’s bullied into getting up on a chair, pink in the face from a bit of whiskey, and recites it from memory, voice echoing through the halls over the sound of the bagpipes:

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,      Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!      Aboon them a' ye tak your place,      Painch, tripe, or thairm:      Weel are ye wordy o' a grace      As lang's my arm. [rest of the poem]

Merida’s Birthday -- March 26th Full Scottish Breakfast

Elinor gets up early to make Merida’s breakfast on her birthday. When Merida is little, she only makes half, because Merida won’t eat it all…too impatient to get out and start her day. As she gets older, she cleans her plate and licks it for good measure, much to Elinor’s displeasure (but secret satisfaction.) Merida grows up and stops loving the gifts that Elinor gives her and Elinor eventually simply gives up, but every year, she wakes up early on that wonderful day in late March to the sound of crossbills and rain and makes a full Scottish breakfast.

Raspberry Harvesting -- Summer Solstice Cranachan

When Elinor makes cranachan, her fingers are always stained from being out in the fields, picking raspberries. The glens and hills surrounding the castle are weighed down with them, dotting the landscape in red. All through the spring, she has watched them grow; waiting, scolding the children when they come home with red mouths and red fingers, too eager to wait for the berries to ripen. The children get a little bit of whiskey in their pudding and lay out in the early summer sun—red from hair to cheeks to fingers—grinning and full.

Martinmas -- November 11th Black Pudding and Almond Horseshoe Cakes

According to legend: St. Martin comes in the winter, riding a white horse. A time to begin battening the hatches for winter, the making of Martinmas dinner is one of quiet reflection for Elinor, as she takes stock and says goodbye to her lovely gardens until spring again. It can only be so sad, though, because she has a warm fire in the hearth and a warm man in her bed, and four children that never let her rest, couped up in the castle.

Christmas -- December 25th Christmas Cake

Christmas is quite the affair at Cawdor Castle. They invite the whole town, old wooden tables line the Great Hall, and the feast takes days to prepare. The cooks and kitchemaids bustle back and forth. There is always some disaster: whether it is the triplets stealing pastries before they can be served, the lights on the fourteen foot Christmas tree in the foyer, or someone letting in the hounds through the back door to eat the Christmas ham (it has happened more than once…) but through it all, one thing can always be counted on: Elinor’s famous Christmas Cake, a Briar specialty passed down through the generations…on Boxing Day, she makes one special for all the employees who have worked so hard the previous night.

Cawdor Candies -- Year Round Traditional Scottish Tablets (Cookies)

There is a little tourist shoppe attached to the Castle. It sells t-shirts and tote bags, mementos for those voyaging to them to take back. All the children spend a whirl working it during the busy seasons and even Fergus eventually learned how to use the cash register—though, he is hopeless at counting change. By far the best seller are the Scottish tablets that Elinor makes special with a little whiskey and cinnamon, sometimes, in the summer months, she adds dried raspberries too. You (the triplets) can always find a tin hidden away with a few tablets in them, Elinor’s personal stash.

Also, these recipe cards were inspired by my grandmother’s that I was given when I was up in Ohio...

#swynwrimo #swynwrimo2022 #swynwrimotina #swynwrimotina2022 #headcanons #idk what else to tag this as #self para #not really ?? #this took way too fucking long

[theblondegoesabroad]

Day 26

Friday 26th August 2022

Benoîts birthday! 25! It was a bit of a chilly morning. Storms were planned for the afternoon and it seemed like the weather in this morning was already preparing itself to be a bit ugly. But still we donned our warmed clothes and got on with it. Today Nanie and Benoit (Paul’s brother) were heading home so we all got up early to have an early breakfast and then help clean up the little cabine that we rented for Nanie. With all of us helping out it was an easy job. After breakfast Benoît and I went for a swim while we thought up a plan for the day. We wanted to do something with the family as they stayed an extra night just to be with Ben for his birthday. But to find an activity that suited everyone wasn’t as easy as we thought. Eventually we decided on a bike ride up to a lovely picnic spot. Paul Benoit and I biked up while Joelle and Marie met us there with a picnic. It was a great picnic spot, a place where Benoît and I had never been to before. The view was stunning over a big valley, the light on the mountains was stunning. I don’t have the words to describe this area but the overall affect is humbling. We had a delicious lunch with everyone before heading back down to camp. Marie and I took the car and the others did some down hill mountain biking. They beat us back. This afternoon the promised thunderstorms hit and we took shelter in the tents, reading a bit. When the skies cleared Marie, Benoit Joelle and I headed into vallouise to find a restaurant for dinner, we also looked at the shops on last time and I ended up buying myself another pair of climbing pants. This time in mustard yellow. I think I have enough now! Benoit picked a neat little pizza place for his birthday dinner. We celebrated in style with cocktails and pizzas and even dessert. Everyone was satisfied with the wood fired pizzas and we had a lovely evening. Then back to camp and into bed. Love Kate xxxx

[thatsgay-writes]

Catra x twin!sister reader where reader travels in alot of planets to find her sister and when she landed on etheria she explored the whispering woods and found melog, with their help she found glimmer and she led her to her castle and she finally met her sister. Catra wasn't pleased about it thinking that her family abounded her she just pushes reader away and goes to her room. Reader stays and went to deal with catra. They talked (mostly arguing) and in the end catra and reader hugs and they became very dear friends.

(I'm basically making you a nicer version of Catra with super girl powers (which you don't use in the story) and Lena Luthor as your wife because why not. I am also putting everyone in their early to late 20s... I also forgot to add Melog :( sorry.)

"Space log, day... 2000?" You mumble as you speak into the recorder on your ship. "It's been... 4 years since my son was born. 8 years since my people finally fully integrated with the civilization of our sister planet. 10 years since I renounced my royal title. 12 years since I met the love of my life. 16 years since my home world was destroyed by the Horde and my parents were killed. And... 24 years since I have last seen my baby sister." You breath out, having lost hope after so many years of things going wrong. "Lena and Madden have stayed on the planet Oa while I explore this last planet. It appeared almost 2 years ago and was the last place the Horde had ever been. Who or whatever is on the planet must be powerful." "This... This will be the final planet I explore. I have no hope of seeing my sister again." God you were so tired of the disappointment you felt every time you couldn't find your sister. "Happy 26th birthday." You mumble out as you get closer to the new planet. "End log."

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"This is spaceship Kr 97. Requesting permission to land. I repeat requesting permission to land." You spoke into your radio, hoping to hear anything back. Maybe this planet didn't have the technology yet for radios? "If anyone can hear me. My name is Y/n and I come in peace. I will be landing my ship on your planet and will wait 2 days before exploring on my own." You say into your radio before putting it back where it had been hanging and controlling your ship into the planets atmosphere. It was a little bit of a bumpy landing but you landed your ship just fine on the outskirts of what seemed to be a forest. You set a 48 hour alarm on your phone. You weren't sure how the people or creatures of the planet told time, so you just stuck with what you knew. It had kept you alive so far anyways.

"Alrighty." You say to yourself as you step off of your ship. You take a deep breath as you feel the yellow sun power you up. "48 hours, let's get to work."

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You spent the next two days cleaning up in and around your spaceship, setting up a camp, and watching how the forest worked so you knew what you could eat and what you couldn't. You had been sitting on the ground relaxing when you hear your timer go off. You click the loud noise off and stand up, grabbing the bag you had prepared. While learning the forest, you had seen some villages that seemingly lead towards somewhere and you had decided that the best course of action was to hop from village to village to see if their was a kingdom or something of that nature that you could get into contact with. You just hoped everyone was nice and that this wouldn't be a hard planet to navigate.

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The first town you enter seems to be a farming village. You can tell because you had to walk through fields and saw, what you assume, were the livestock on the planet. You stood behind some trees for a while as you assessed how the villagers acted. You watched as kids ran around playing with their friends, shopkeepers and homeowners leaving their windows open in the nice weather, clearly not scared of being robbed. You decide that it's safe enough to enter and you have your powers to back you up incase things go wrong. It was weird because the planet had 3 moons and only 1 sun, usually planets had the suns out number moons but it was enough. You fix your cloak over your ears and tuck them back so they wouldn't be noticeable or a defining characteristic if things went sideways.

You walk slowly through the village, having expected to get some attention from your large black robe. And you do get some curious looks but it's mainly all friendly smiles. You are almost halfway through the village, aiming to enter one of the shops and ask around, when a something hits your leg. You look down and see a ball a few inches in front of your foot. You pick it up, making sure to retract your claws, and hold it out to the toddler who was staring at you and his ball. "Here you go." You say to him as you hold the ball out and shake it a little so his attention goes to it. He waddles up to you and takes the ball from you. He stares at it for a few seconds before making motions with his hands, wanting you to hold him.

Without hesitating, you pick him up and hold him close to your chest. "Where is your mother, kitten?" You ask him as he reaches up to play with your ear that were still under your hood. "Kitty!" He squeals as he knocks the hood off your head and you hear an audible gasp from behind you. "Oh my gosh, Catra I am so sorry! We didn't think you were visiting till next week. We would have prepared a feast for you and the rest of the princesses." You turn around and see an elderly looking man, who's eyes widen at the sight of you. "Have you gotten taller and cut your hair again?" He asks confused. You give him a small smile, "I'm sorry but I'm not this Catra you speak of. Are you saying there is someone similar looking to me on your planet?" You ask and the man gives you a weird look when you call it his planet but slowly nods his head. You feel hope for the first time in years and eagerly ask the man if you could stay near the town till she came next week. He gave you a bit of a weird look, not sure who you were now and unsure of your intentions, even though your reaction was positive. "Sure."

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After returning the toddler to his mother, you basically sprinted back to your ship in excitement. "Lena! Lena!" You shout happily into the radio on your ship. Time is a little different on the planet as the sun was just starting to set but it would already be completely dark on Oa. But by your clock it was only 9, so Lena and Madden should still be awake. "Y/n?" You hear your name crackle through the radio and a smile appears on your face. "Lena you'll never believe it! There is someone on this planet that supposedly looks just like me and vice versa!" You say into the radio, feeling like a kid on Nova day. "I think it's her... I hope its her." You say as you image seeing your sister again for the first time in 24 years. "I'm so happy for you y/n! We will start making preparations to join you soon." You bite your lip in thought. "Maybe you should wait... I just wouldn't want to overwhelm her, you know?" You can almost hear Lena nodding on the other end of the phone. "That makes sense, we'll plan to leave by the end of the week if everything goes well."

"Geez I love you so much." You mumble with a wide grin. "And Madden too. Is he still up?" "No he fell asleep a few minutes before you radioed, he spent all day playing." "Oh well, tell him I love him and I'll radio back in the morning." "Okay, bye." "Bye."

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"We need to be very careful about this." Glimmer says as she and the best friend squad enter the village who sent a letter the day before about someone who looked like Catra in their village. "We already knew that there were other people out there but as we already know not all of them are friendly." Catra walks next to Adora, numbly nodding along. Could this be it? Could she finally learn where she came from? Everyone else in the Horde had been born into it and Adora had come through a portal but no one really knew where Catra was from. "Are you okay?" Adora asked as she squeezed Catra's hand, nervous at how silent her girlfriend was. Catra just mutely nods back.

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"This planet is simply marvelous!" The group hears you laugh out after being greeted by the village leader. "They look almost just like you Catra." Bow comments as they watch your tall figure move around as you play with the kids of the village and let them climb all over you. "Y/n!" You hear someone call your name and turn to see the village leader standing with a group of people and... Catra. They watch as you freeze and let your mouth fall open in shock. You set the kids down and encourage them to go play together. You walk towards the group with a smile. You go down the line of friends shaking their hands and introducing yourself, ignoring their looks of surprise, before finally reaching Catra. "Wow..." You breathe out in absolute awe. You can feel your eyes get misty the longer you stare at her. "You look so much like mom." You say with a watery laugh that completely sets Catra off.

"Who are you?" She asks as she pushes her finger into your chest making you take a step back. "What? Catra, I'm your sibling. I thought the similarities would make that clear." She glares at you and you can feel the whole village watching the interaction. "Just because we look similar doesn't mean anything." You move quickly and grab her right hand and hold it up next to your left one, both birthmarks showing.

You watch as Catra freezes. Her face and body come to a complete stop as her eyes flicker between the identical birthmarks and your face. "I know you must have questions and I do too. But I have spent the last 8 years going all across the galaxy looking for you and right now all I want is a hug... Please?" You get out as you let go of Catra's hand only for her to push you away one last time and storm into a temporary tent that had been set up for the best friend squad.

You take a second to take a breath before following after her. "I wouldn't follow after her, she needs time to cool down." A blonde, Adora, said to you as she placed a hand on your should to stop you. "I've dealt with people with anger issues before." You say as you brush her hand off. "I know how to handle this." You say and walk towards the tent again, not giving anyone a chance to stop you.

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"You can't hide away in here sister." You say as you enter the tent, dodging a pillow that was thrown at your head. "Don't call me that." She mumbled angrily. "And why not, you are my sister are you not? I mean everyone saw the birth mark." Catra stands up angrily. "If you were my sister, you would have spent longer than 8 years looking for me! And how can you even compare me to this "mom" that I know absolutely nothing about!? Where are they anyways, huh? Where's great old mom and dad that I have spent the last 25 years not knowing about!" She unloads onto you and your feel your heartbreak at how disheveled she looked. You shouldn't have assumed everything would be smiles and laughs when the two of you first met.

"26." "Huh?" "You're... We're 26. Our birthday was 2 days ago." "So I don't even know my own birthday!" Catra explodes. "Get out." She says suddenly and quietly. "What?" "I said get out." She repeats and you shake your head at her. "I'm not leaving." You watch as Catra's hair stand up. "I am giving you one last warning, get out now or I will do something I might not regret." You cross your arms and stare her down. "I have spent the last 8 years planet hopping with my family looking for you. I. Am. Not. Leaving."

Catra jumps at you suddenly, attempting to scratch, hit, kick, do anything to make you leave the tent. Instead of doing what she wanted, you just wrapped her in a tight hug and sat on the ground. You stay like that for a while, her trying to hold back sobs and angry tears before finally letting go and you just rubbing circles on her back to try and calm her down. "Why?" Is all she says after almost an hour of being in that position. "Why what?" "Why now?" You let out a sad sigh at her question. "Mom and Dad are dead, killed by the Horde Prime and his followers when I was 10." You can feel Catra flinch at how blunt you were and the fact that she had worked for the Horde only a few years ago. "You had already been missing for 8 years at that point, multiple search teams being sent out but none could find you." You squeeze Catra tighter as you feel yourself relive all the grief that you carried for the past 16 years.

"I managed to get most of our people off the planet and to our sister planet before the Horde completely destroyed everything. Got everyone situated on that planet, met the love of my life, renounced my claim to any throne, and finally I started looking for you." It's silent for a few minutes as Catra absorbed everything you said. "So..." You asked as you wiped your tears off your face. "What about you?"

You and Catra spent the rest of the night and next day sharing stories about your childhood and how differently but similar the two of you had grown up. You even got to tease her about Adora and the fact that you were, technically, her older sister by 2 minutes. You were also very excited when you got to show Catra around the ship you had taken to get to Etheria.

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"So I am guessing everything went well?" Lena asked over the radio after you finally called her about coming to Etheria. "It was a little rocky at the beginning but we smoothed things over... She's great Lena, you guys are gonna love each other." You say with a giant smile on your face as you look at Catra who was relaxing in the copilot seat next to you.

#Catra x reader #x reader #spop #spop x reader #she ra and the princess of power fanart #she ra and the princesses of power x reader #platonic