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karmas-chameleon · 20 hours

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A writing! This one is sort of a half-chapter in my regular fic, added in where I had space in the timeline. I have ideas for random shorts sometimes that are either too small to fit in the actual story, or just don't blend in well, so I figured I'd write them as a separate collection, sorta.

Anyway, here's Manfred when the power goes out.

The day after von Karma's trial and before my free dinner was entirely uneventful, from the morning to my lunch break. I spent the time before noon idling on my phone, which the prosecutor allowed, then ate lunch, which was likewise permitted. It was a good day, by my standards; I would've done the same things had I still worked in the basement with Todd. And I would've talked to him just as much as I talked to von Karma: not at all.

He was busy with his work, and I was ‘busy’ on my phone, and that seemed to suit us both fine. I only glanced his way occasionally to look out the window, and every time I did, he had his head down.

Then I had my lunch, and he left shortly after, presumably to get his own. When I heard the door open again, my eyes were trained on his window.

“Looks like rain,” I said.

The prosecutor grunted in the affirmative and returned to his seat, looking down at his desk. Behind him was a backdrop of dark clouds threatening a downpour. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight to me, though I hadn't ever seen such a thing from this particular viewpoint.

“You don't get a lot of storms in California, do you?” I asked.

“No. I suppose you're used to more turbulent weather?”

“Mm-hmm,” I nodded, staring out at the dim sky. “Lot of storms where I lived. Hurricanes too, and tornadoes.”

“I can see why you left.”

“Well, that's not- I mean, the weather is nicer here, I guess.”

Von Karma simply nodded in response, and I supposed the conversation had ended. I looked away from the sky and back to my phone, prepared to scroll the rest of the day away.

I'd managed to lose track of time when I heard the first rumble and looked up. It was quiet, and distant. And late in the day. I only had a little over an hour before I'd get to leave. Hoping that the storm wouldn't reach me before then, I looked back down and wished for a dry walk back to my car.

The sound of raindrops hitting the window came not long after. It didn't take much more time for them to get heavier and louder, and for the rumbling to return with a vengeance. I stared at the window longer then, and saw a flash light up the increasingly dark sky. I counted the seconds: one, two, three, four - and a rumble. I couldn't recall whatever math gave me the distance, but the volume of the thunder was enough to tell me it was close, and getting closer.

“Hey, uh, how long do storms usually last in California?” I asked, hoping then for a resolution quick enough to get me a dry walk.

“This won't be over before you leave, if that's what you're getting at,” von Karma said, eyes still on his work.

“...Ah. Well, um, thanks for the heads up.”

I thought back to my car - dry, and comfortable, and holding my umbrella in the backseat. And, unfortunately, far from the entrance of the building. I briefly considered bringing a second umbrella, just for the office, or perhaps actually looking at the weather forecast for the day before leaving my only hope in my car.

Another bright flash struck from the sky, lighting up the clouds in a single instant and vanishing. I began to count, but didn't even make it past one. Thunder boomed into the office at a deafening volume. The storm was upon us.

Then, the lights flickered. Off, then back on for a second, then off, then on, then darkness. The office was pitch black, with the only light coming in through the window - which barely illuminated anything, until another lightning strike lit up the room for a fraction of a second and left with a thunderclap.

I sat in silence, waiting for a moment to see if the power would return. It didn't. And von Karma sat as still as I did, a shadow staring at his desk with no light to work by.

“So…how long does the power usually take to come back on?” I asked.

Silence. I thought the prosecutor hadn't heard me, with the length of the pause between us. But his silhouette spoke, eventually.

“That isn't up to me,” he snapped. “I'm not responsible for the electricity in the courthouse, am I?”

“Oh, um, sorry,” I said quickly.

In my mind, however, I was growing more and more confused. The courthouse? Surely he hadn't forgotten where he was. Though even from his shadow, it seemed he was behaving oddly. He hadn't moved a muscle since the lights went out.

“...Miss Martin,” he said in a softer tone. “I realize you may not be familiar with this sort of situation. To answer your question, the power may take some time to return. If you'd like, you can leave now, with no penalty. I can't imagine you'd get much work done if you stayed.”

“O-oh. Okay. Thanks.” I stood from my desk and tried to gather my things in the dark, hoping I'd managed to find everything to shove into my backpack.

I slung my pack over my shoulder and headed to the door, flailing around for the handle. When I found it, I turned back to the prosecutor, and saw he still hadn't budged.

“Are you gonna leave too?” I asked. “You can't really work in the dark either.”

“I'll manage,” von Karma said simply.

“Um…okay. See you tomorrow, then.”

I exited the office and headed toward the elevator, before realizing it wouldn't help me while the power was off. I'd have to follow the emergency signs that lit up the hall on the way to the stairs, and then get thirteen floors of exercise down to the exit. I groaned internally, knowing that getting wet on the way to my car wouldn't be the worst part of the day.

As I made for my only exit, two things happened at nearly the exact same time: the door to von Karma's office opened, and the lights came back on. I smiled and turned back to the elevator, ready to skip half of my torment, when I saw the prosecutor and figured I'd take the trip with him.

“You going down too?” I asked, calling the elevator. “Or- I guess since the lights are back, you could still work. And…I guess I could too, technically.”

“I'm heading out. You're free to as well. Although-” he glared at the elevator door, “I would suggest using the stairs.”

“What?” I heard the ding of the elevator and watched the doors open, but hesitated and looked back. “Why? The power’s back on.”

“For now. But the storm is still raging outside, and you're on the thirteenth floor. There's no guarantee the power remains for your entire trip, and then what?”

I stared blankly. “Then…what?”

“Then you'll be dead.” He fixed me with an intense look as I heard the doors close behind me. “You're free to do as you wish, of course. I'll tell the coroner I warned you.”

“Um…I think I'll take the stairs, actually,” I said, turning somewhat reluctantly from the elevator and following von Karma down the hall.

As ridiculous as his warning sounded to me, there was a good reason to stay with him. He hadn't been acting himself at all - forgetting where he was, saying he'd stay to work and then immediately leaving - and this odd conversation just added to that. I wanted to stick by his side, if for no other reason than making sure he didn't trip and fall down the stairs in this state.

We opened the door to the stairwell and started our long journey. The prosecutor moved more slowly than I was used to, but I stayed with him, lagging just a couple steps behind. I counted down the floors at an agonizing pace. Twelve, eleven, ten, nine…

When we got to five, von Karma paused in the middle of the stairway. I nearly ran into him, but stopped myself just in time and waited for him to keep going. But he didn't. Instead I saw him rubbing at his shoulder with one hand as he held his cane in the other.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“I'm fine,” he replied. It wasn't quite snapping, his voice didn't have the energy for that. The intent may have been there, but his body was too weary - whether that was from all the stairs or something in his shoulder, I didn't know.

“I haven't assisted you all day, you know. Aren't I supposed to be helping you with stuff?”

He turned to me with one of his grumpier expressions. “Very well, I have a great deal of pain in my arm. How exactly do you intend to fix it?”

“I could call the elevator for you. We're only five floors up right now, and the power's been on for a while. I think we'll be fine.”

“Hmph.”

The prosecutor continued to hobble down the stairs, but thankfully exited into the hall at the next opportunity. I rushed ahead and hit the button for the elevator, eager to get out of the building even if I exited into the pouring rain. When the doors opened, I went in and held them, just to make sure von Karma actually followed me in.

He did, and the journey to the bottom floor was quick and uneventful. With a satisfying ding, the doors opened once more, and we both exited and headed to the main doors. Unfortunately, I saw and heard the rain the moment I left the elevator, and it hadn't let up in the slightest.

I walked ahead of von Karma, no longer feeling the need to look after him. He probably had his chauffeur waiting for him just outside, and I wanted to get home as quickly as I could.

“You don't have an umbrella, do you, Miss Martin?” he called as I passed him.

“Nope.”

“I have one in my car, just up ahead.”

“Good for you,” I said as I opened the door and rushed into the downpour. It was just like him to brag about his own good fortune when I was stuck getting rained on.

Von Karma called after me with something else, possibly also involving umbrellas, but I couldn't hear him over the rain. I dashed off to my car as my clothes were drenched, trying to focus on the good things in my job.

I knew I had dinner to look forward to, and that was enough for the moment. I'd get a free meal, and meet my coworkers, and hopefully find someone I could get along with. Until then, I had only one more day of von Karma, and that, I could handle.

#Manfred von Karma #my writing #I'll add this to ao3 at some point

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eirasummersart · 4 months

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Yuuki with 😺

Dalia with ⚔️

(the emojis are a bit confusing jfkdkd)

Refering to this.

Hello, An! Thanks for the ask, and so sorry for taking so long 😭 I'm gonna answer this now 💪 I just realized the swords AREN'T Silver, it's Sebek, wtf. That is confusing XDD Anyway, here we go!

What relationship does Yuuki have with Grim 😺?

Yuuki's relationship with Grim is a bit complicated and it evolves as the story progresses.

At first, he can't stand him at all. He's loud and annoying, Yuuki is forced to take care of him and live with him. Add to that how confused Yuuki is from appearing randomly in this new world and he's not in the most amicable mood either. So they fight, Yuuki gets really mad every time Grim pulls him into trouble or makes things more complicated for him and it's overall a mess.

After a few weeks tho, they slowly start to know each other better and get used to the other's presence. Also, Yuuki's nostalgia for his original world keeps getting stronger as well, and he feels really lonely. At that point, he starts to appreciate having the little furball always with him. Helps to not feel so alone. And he'd probably would've had a breakdown already if it weren't for his constant presence.

He appreciates him more after realizing that, so he warms up to Grim and starts taking care of him more and finding solutions that work for both of them when a problem arise.

Around the ch6 time, he has already bonded with him a lot and cares deeply for Grim, so he really is worried sick for him when he disappears and definitelly goes to look for him (and the others, of course).

From Grim's perspective it's much more straightforward tho. Just gets used to him slowly and cares for his henchman more every day. Specially once Yuuki starts treating him nicer and cares for him~

Also, as an extra note, it's not unusual to find Yuuki holding Grim in some way, specially if they're sitting or laying down. Yuuki is really bad with the cold and Grim is always warm, so he uses him as a heat bag hahahah (also, he's fluffy and soft, so that's a plus). Grim just lets him do as he wants unless he's not in the mood and just gets out of his grasp xD

What relationship does Dalia have with Sebek⚔️?

They get along well, considering how Sebek is with most people.

They go to the same club, so they see each other fairly often. Dalia is also close friends with both Riddle and Silver, so more reason to bump into each other here and there.

She finds him mostly funny when he's being... well, himself XD And she finds all his intense emotions cute, he's so expressive it's never boring to observe him. Overall, she thinks of him as a cute endearing kohai and treats him as such.

From Sebek's perspective, at first he treated her with disdain, as he does with most random non fae. But she's quite graceful and elegant, in mannerisms and in horse ridding, so he ends up respecting her. She's also really smart and gets great grades, so that's also another point he respects of her. And he doesn't mind too much when he treats him like a cute little brother, as long as she doesn't baby him too much. But she always knows how to praise him to keep him happy, so he's usually fine with it all hahaha

Otherwise, they don't hang out much outside of the club activities, unless they're both with Silver as well. He might ask for her advice sometimes if he's troubled and he thinks she can help, but that's pretty much it.

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And that's all for this ask~ thanks so much again, An <3

If anyone wants to send more from this ask, you’re still welcome to~

#Yuki Answers #tsundereition #twst OC #twst #OC #Yuuki #Yuuki info #Dalia #Dalia info #ask meme answer

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adobe-outdesign · 2 years

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can i ask your opinion on toxel and toxtricity? personally i cant find myself liking them, but i cant place why. toxel especially looks like it could be very endearing but i just cant get into its design, yknow?

While I like Toxtricity a lot, for reasons I'll get into in a bit, I'm not a huge fan of Toxel. I think I've mentioned this before, but personally I'm not a huge fan of baby Pokemon that lean into looking more like human babies instead of animal babies, and Toxel's "diaper" and distinctly non-salamander esq cheeks really don't do it for me.

But I'm also not big on it because it doesn't feel like it adds anything to the line conceptually. What does a baby-esq salamander have to do with the rest of the line being punk musicians? Because they're both loud? It just doesn't add anything, and I feel like Toxtricity could've stood on its own, or maybe even had an evo instead of the g-max or something.

Just from a design standpoint, the bit of electricity on the forehead is supposed to lead into a mohawk, but it looks really out of place here, as nothing else on the body really matches it. It uses white because Toxtricity has two forms with different colors, but this makes the palette a bit too monotone for its own good--it feels like a lot of the features blend into each other. A bright pink or something would've at least popped more without repeating one of the form colors. I like the expression, but aside from that, this one's mostly a miss for me.

Thankfully, things improve significantly when we get to Toxtricity, which has a great design. The punk look is a great theme and goes along well with the idea of it being a crested newt of some kind, and the colors pop nicely and convey the electric-typing well. I particularly like the body shape, which avoids becoming too human by making the torso and arms long while giving it relatively short legs. It also keeps the head and body flowing into each other instead of keeping them seperate like a lot of anthro designs would do.

I love the head region specifically; the way the mohawk flows down the head and then is complemented by the secondary color works great, especially with how the spikes on the head then flow down to match the direction of the mohawk. Good stuff.

My only real design complaints would be that there are maybe one too many details on the lower body. The leg stripes aren't needed, as there's already plenty of the secondary color on the chest and mohawk. Likewise, I could've done without the waist piece; maybe just have a few spikes directly connect to the torso there, which would keep the body from being too smooth while not feeling so busy.

The cords on the chest also feel like a bit much--both in the sense that they're detailed but also in the sense that they break up the underbelly color in an unpleasant way--but they're based off of actual guitar strings and I'm not sure where else you'd put them, plus the way they can strum them to generate electricity is neat, so I'll give that a pass.

The idea of this line having two forms, one based off an electric guitar and one based off a bass guitar, is a great idea. I'd say the execution is pretty nice too, changing up just enough details that the two look different enough but also clearly read as just two different forms.

Between the two, I think I prefer the amped more than the low key a little. Mostly because the bright yellow has better contrast against the purple than the low key's blue, and the overall look of the head and mohawk is a bit nicer. The cords look better on the low key however, both due to the placement and the way there's fewer of them, so they both have good things going for them.

The g-max is surprisingly good as well. I like how both colors are combined, which both accounts for both forms but also make it look appropriately powered-up. The crazy eye looks sick, and is appropriate considering this thing is effectively high off its own toxins, like a true rockstar.

Most importantly, though, I love that it's quadrupedal here, along with the weird salamander tongue and flatter feet. I don't mind the originals at all, but having a version of it that's a little more salamander-esq is a great way to handle the g-max, and it makes it look pretty threatening as well.

The only thing I don't like here--aside from the leg stripes, but those were on the originals anyway--is the waist piece again. The idea of a radio tower/tesla coil tail isn't bad per say, but the pink isn't working well with the blue and yellow because they're all similar shades compared to the much darker purple of the body. Having the tesla coils on there just feels too busy as well, and the tail feels like it needs to slant back at more of an angle to match the mohawk. In general, I'd make the tail area the dark purple, get rid of the spikes and the tesla coils, and just have the tower there. Or alternatively, run the mohawk down the body and have it jut out at the end to form the tower tail that way.

But yeah, as a whole, Toxtricity is great, with good forms and a neat design that has a clear concept and nice colors. My only issue with the line is that Toxel feels pointless, and possibly could've been dropped entirely; aside from that, these are some solid punk rock salamanders.

#toxel #toxtricity #pokemon #pokemon reviews

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jaijaitbinks · 1 year

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What if Genos watched Saitama's hero series as a kid too? Saitama learns this when they mention it in the news, about the actors or a remake. Saitama is surprised because he's older than Genos so things from his time would already be forgotten. But Genos explains that this series was so popular that they used to do reruns in tv when he was little.

They're happy to have something in common to talk about, and they even find the chapters in Internet. The series itself is more cringe than they remembered, but strangely nostalgic and keeps its charm.

YOUR BRAIN. GOD, THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE OMFG

Oh, the fluff potential 🥺

Imagine the actors' interviews are on TV during a very quiet evening—the usual news updates long since drowned out by both of them. Saitama is cutting out some coupons for cleaning supplies (and one for notebooks), Genos is laser-focused on drawing something Saitama can't make out from where he's sitting, their beand new slow-cooker is cooking the nicely marbled steak they got as a gift from King (the day before, a new game King was dying for came out and he was too anxious to go and get it himself because everyone would've flooded the shops and crowds are Gross. Saitama and Genos offered to go for him instead and successfully saved him a copy).

All of a sudden, music plays from the TV, quietly because the volume wasn't that high, but Saitama heard it all the same. It sounded Familiar, very upbeat and over the top, with a guitar riff that was unforgettable to him, so he looked up. It took a minute to process what he was looking at, but when it clicked, his lips parted gently in a surprised stare.

Nostalgia hits him square in the face when old clips are being played. He has memories of tying tablecloths and curtains to the sleeves/straps of his shirts as capes, only to get yelled at to take them off. He remembers, back when kids didn't think he was weird, playing Heroes vs. The World Ender, his character always inspired by his favorite hero Junkyōsha. He remembers a time where he would stand in front of the TV, intently watching his heroes fight, almost lose, then come up victorious in a way that had his small soul flailing its arms and jumping with glee.

Before he knows it, he's smiling. Now he's actually listening as the interviewer asks the cast questions about the up and coming reboot. Sadly, Saitama knows how most reboots usually go, but this cast seems genuine and kind. And he can tell a good half of them were also fans of the show, too—completely ecstatic to be characters in their favorite childhood show. He has hope for it.

He can't say why he looked towards Genos—maybe to tell him about the show, maybe to check up on him—but he does, only to be promptly met with the cyborg gawking at the TV. There's a look on his eyes, intense but in a way that was... well, not nicer—all of his expressions were nice, especially when they were intense—but more sweeter under the surface. Like he was in awe. Kind of how he always looked at Saitama whenever he said something "wise", but different. He realized quickly what Genos was feeling.

"Woah- Wait, You watched this show too??" He asked, scissors and coupons forgotten. Genos snaps out of his wonderstruck stare to look at Saitama. "I thought it ended after 5 years?"

"You watched it, too, sensei!?" The cyborg was elated, eyes shining with amazement and pure, unfiltered joy. It tweaked at Saitama's heart, and full on pulled when Genos began to smile. "When I was younger, they did a rerun of it because of its popularity. It didn't truly stop airing until 7 years ago."

"I could've been watching this back in high school?" He laughs a little. "Damn it, that would've made classes so much easier to get through! Whenever a show I liked was airing that day, that's all I would look forward to for hours. I'd do all my work just so the time would pass by faster." A humored grin spreads across his face. "When I was a kid, I did that every Wednesday and Friday when it came on. My dad was so mad that the only days I got good scores on anything was when Onikisu Ketsugō was on."

"I remember doing something similar as well," Genos says, smiling fondly—easily. "I'd come home and run to the living room immediately, and my mother would already have a glass of juice and sandwiches or slices of fruit for me on the table."

Saitama knows for certain that Genos is over the moon now, although he's trying his best to restrain it. Having him to talk about his parents, or childhood in general, was never easy on him. Not like this. Genos so happily shared a memory like that with him, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't proud of him or excited to see him so happy.

"Who was your favorite hero? I used to be obsessed with Junkyōsha. His cape was so cool with the galaxy pattern on the inside and the white outisde."

"I did really like his costume. But I... I liked Zentoku the most. I never knew why, although their personality was very fun."

"Oh, yeah! I remember them! Weren't they like, really edgy, but always smiling no matter what happened? I used to think they were so weird, but now I really liked how they did that..."

And the conversation goes on. For the first time, Saitama rambles. He goes over 20 words almost everytime he talks, and Genos shares many memories without hesitation. They talk about their favorite episodes, what characters they disliked, the ones they wished they could change. Hell, during dinner, as they were eating that perfectly marbled steak, they made jokes and discussed character rewrites. Made new ones, brought back one-offs. They had so much fun that day, and when the remake came out a few months later, they watched the first episodes together.

#PLEASE WAIT #THIS IS SO CUTE #opm #one punch man #saitama #genos #saigenos #genosai #fluff

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kissgoodknight · 1 year

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💕 pls and thank u. choose ur fighter. hahaha.

aw yissss 💖💖💖 i'm ofc gonna choose sir griffin bbcmerlin bc i have probably the most lore for them call that loredred

so griffin (born gruffudd) was born to two mages, though they did not meet either for a very long time and they show no signs of having magic. it's revealed later that their father is taliesin (who i revamped in my universe to make more sense and be better for the show so he's a lot younger). their parents left them as a baby with gaius, promising to be back for them later - but their parents never returned.

growing up, griffin was always kind of a weird child, but good and kind and playful and so loving. they always had a love of music and was gifted a lute by gaius at a fairly young age. they never really understood why they were so drawn to music their whole life, but it was undeniable. they're honestly about as close as you can get to being a bard without actually being one lmao. also fun fact they befriend all the stray cats that wonder around camelot!!

so at the start of season 1 when merlin comes to live with them griffin is.. honestly a bit standoffish. gaius is confused bc they're usually a lot nicer and a little jokester and he's like wth is going on. but it becomes clear they've got issues with abandonment bc of their parents and they're afraid that with merlin around gaius won't want them there anymore - which he works tireless to prove is not the case!!!! griffin does warm up to merlin (who tries very hard to be friendly with them) and they get rly close. he's like a big brother to them pretty much. they're a little appalled when he starts working for arthur bc "that guy was always a JERK to me, you should smother him in his sleep!" as gaius quickly reminds them SH, the king will NOT take that lightly, even from someone your age (uther does not like griffin bc they have red hair and make potions out of grass and mud and have been smarter than him since they were like 7)

shit goes crazy when mordred comes to camelot for the first time!!!! griffin insists on helping keep him safe and brings him gifts like frogs and sticks and demands to sit with him on morgana's bed, wooden training sword in hand, to protect him. also griffin has such a like.. little kid crush on morgana tbh like she's too old for them but they're baby and they can dream

as they grow up they grow closer with their family (which now includes the knights) and even with arthur, who is slowly changing over time and no longer a huge dick to them all the time and even promises to make them a knight one day, something that their younger and uneducated self had dreamt of for years. they're knighted as of the ending of season 3 when they're old enough and are proud to serve him !! they would've rather died than server uther. bitch

so at the beginning of season 5 it gets even WILDER bc mordred is reunited with this sleepy lil goofball when they're adults and he's like oh. oh i'm in love with them. and the feeling is MUTUAL and merlin fucking hates it. he is not happy about it one bit but he just has to deal. this is the first time in a long time there's genuine tension between him and griffin bc he confides in them about most things and they can't stand the way he treats mordred.

some time in season 5 griffin's powers finally come into play. they work in a very particular way but the gist that they figure out is that their abilities stem from giving hope and inspiration and breathing light and life into the world, generally in the form of song because they're literally a dnd bard what can i say and while afraid for them, mordred and their family are so proud

in my universe, which is the right and better and not poorly written rushed ending one, mordred still joins morgana because griffin gets seriously hurt and he uses magic to save them. he knows it will bring consequences but he'd rather that than lose his source of light. by camlann, griffin is heartbroken beyond belief - this call back to their fear of abandonment after all - and does not want to fight. they do come face to face with him on the battlefield but all they can do is find a place to hide together before griffin reveals that they were wounded, and passes out. the sight of him carrying their unconscious body is what makes arthur and morgana both pause their confrontation and think - this is two people they care deeply about, forced to be enemies, still finding a way to be lovers, just wanting to be safe and sound together. while things are still incredibly tense, they get griffin to safety to be healed and decide that maybe it's worth talking things out.

#WHEW sorry this one was. long winded.#but they are my most thought out s/i so. i could honestly have gone into even more detail HDKDBDJ but i'll spare u #thank u sm for the ask ily #cei.txt #asks #ask game #s/i: sir griffin (merlin)

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loorain · 11 months

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Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - First Family Outing!

In the afternoon, the family decides to go out and enjoy the nicer weather in San Sequoia at the rec center. Scarlett gets some knitting time in while the young adults focus on the three infants.

But the outing doesn't come without its dips in energy levels, kids and adults alike 😆 while a number of the family settle down for naps, Sigrid works with Audrey to get her crawling like her sister, but it seems she needs just a little bit more time.

And as Sabrina settles Juno down for a nap in the upstairs crib, a familiar face appears in the hallway, which Sabrina notices. They make their way over, questioning their perception in the process but eager to see if they were right. They were.

Sabrina: Bernard, is that you?

Bernard: Sabrina? Oh my goodness, what are the chances!

Sabrina: I know, right? How are you?

Bernard: I'm doing pretty good, you?

Sabrina: Alright. Life's been full of ups and downs. You look awesome, love the new hair.

Bernard: You look great too. So what brings you around these parts?

Sabrina: Just a casual family outing, taking the kids out for some fresh air after a long winter inside.

Bernard: Kids? You're a parent now?

Sabrina: Yup! I have a son, Juno. He's down for a nap in the playroom. Robin's a dad now too, he and his fiancée have twin girls Alma and Audrey.

Bernard: Wow, a lot has changed! I'm sure Armani is thrilled to be a granddad.

Sabrina: Oh... Armani passed a while back now. It was his time.

Bernard: That's too bad, he would've spoiled those kids. What about your mom?

Sabrina: Oh she's fine, thrilled about being a grandma and determined to stay in the best shape so she can see him grow up. I have some pictures, look.

Sabrina pulls out their phone and scrolls through endless photos of the family, which Bernard looks through in contentment.

Bernard: They're all so adorable! It's nice that they're close in age so they can grow up together.

Sabrina: Mhm, just like me and Robin, and Anya too by extension, though she was a bit older and didn't want to hang out with us quite as much.

Bernard: Who's Juno's father?

Sabrina: A guy named Marquise. We're not together, just friends. I'm actually in a relationship... well, we're taking a brief break while I focus on Juno and my business, but yeah.

Bernard: You seem like you're doing well for yourself. I'm glad.

Sabrina: Well, what about you? Anything exciting in your life? A partner maybe?

Bernard: Nah. Just living my life quietly off-screen. It's more my style.

Sabrina: Oh...

Sabrina didn't mean to sound unenthusiastic or awkward. They were genuinely very happy to see Bernard, despite how things ended, but his response made them remember what really happened between them. That Sabrina had broken his teenage heart. Maybe they were the reason they were alone now, because they couldn't bear for the same thing to happen again.

Sabrina: Bernard... I know things ended kinda... not so good between us. I'm really sorry about that. We were young and it was a whirlwind romance. I just want you to know, I don't regret my time with you. I hope you don't have any regrets either.

Bernard: Sabrina, I'm good, really. Life may not have all the intricacies of played sims, but my life isn't bad either. I'm just doing my own thing, and for now, that's enough for me. And I don't regret us. I just wish things ended differently. Friends?

Sabrina: Yeah. Friends.

And outside, the three other adults enjoy a quick bite to eat while keeping an eye on the kids.

Robin: I'd say this was a pretty good time out with the kids!

Sigrid: Yeah! I think it'll gradually get easier to do this as they age. Maybe we can take them camping or something.

Robin: We can take them to the slopes like we talked about way back. Get back into skiing ourselves.

Sigrid: I do miss it, it was really fun.

Robin: Don't worry, I'll get you back in shape.

Sigrid: You? You think you still got it? It's been a minute.

Robin: Please, once I get it I don't lose it. It's okay though, I'll show you the ropes again.

Sigrid chuckles.

Sigrid: Love your confidence, hun.

#sims 4 fontenot legacy #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 legacy challenge #sims 4 #sims 4 modded #simblr #ts4 #ts4 simblr

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mayasdeluca · 2 years

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I had this whole thing thought out to write to you about how I loved Maya and Carina in this episode but how I thought it would take on a serious tone when they showed Carina looking at her injection scars rather than the laughing/crying hormonal jokiness (which I did like) but as I was writing, I got so annoyed. Rather than spend 9 episodes on finding a sperm donor just to go with Jack anyway, they should have spent it on the IVF process and the toll it takes on couples. So many couples go through this process not just wlw couples and they could have shed light on that process which doesn't get talked about much. That's what those 9 episodes should've been about.

Now that I've gotten that out of my system back to my original thought, like I said, I did like Maya and Carina this episode. I mean if it was possible to edit Jack out with his goofy foot in mouth word vomit and his Frankenstein arm pointing (does he always have to outstretch his arms when he points?) it would be great.

I liked how frustrated Carina just blurted out everything she's probably held in for far too long. I love Maya being the calming presence (those roles were always reversed) and it shows the growth Maya has had. I loved the little moments like the hand grab when they were "forced" to go get turned on and then when Maya got the "stuff" from Jack at the door and she was like go away now.

No it's not the ideal situation, but it's the hand we've been dealt. We can only hope now that if the pregnancy/baby happens they can focus on that now. Like bringing back Mama Bishop to meet her grandbaby and lovely things like that.

Yes, it would've been much nicer to see the process between Maya and Carina and the struggles they had to deal with along the way as opposed to focusing on sperm for 9 episodes. The fact that they skipped all of Carina's injections and the testing and hormones and suddenly she was just ready...I mean why couldn't we see that? Why couldn't we see Carina struggling with that and Maya comforting her? Well...unfortunately it's because Station 19 clearly doesn't care about that and the story they want to tell is the one that involves Jack and the whole "found family" aspect. The scenes without Jack would've been nice, if you just ignore him, there were some sweet moments but the problem is that he's ALWAYS there. Either hovering over or interrupting or in the next room.

This thread on Twitter really summarizes it perfectly. It sucks to read/hear but it's true. What we as the lgbtq+ community might have expected or wanted is not the same as what Station 19 wanted to tell and at this point, unfortunately it is what it is. Their choice has been made, they don't want to hear any criticism, everyone involved in the show is oblivious to how harmful and disrespectful it's been, how angry everyone is...they don't care. Instead of making it about a wlw couple exploring their options and starting a family, they made it about Maya, Carina and Jack and how Carina & Jack's relationship "flourished" over time and the 3 of them became a family. It's not what we want, it's not how it should be, it's not necessary at all, but that's what they're doing.

Which honestly don't bode well for the future if Carina does get pregnant. Of course in reality it shouldn't work right away. There's other threads on Twitter going into the medical research and the method Carina used at her age has like a 2% chance working the first time and you'd think Carina, the OB, would know that and try a different option but again, I don't think the show cares about any of that. They'd rather set up next season with Carina being pregnant and Maya & Jack being there along the way.

I don't know what their plan is moving forward but a scary thought is that right now Maya has no rights to her child whatsoever, unless we just didn't see them do any sort of paperwork beforehand that wasn't mentioned. Or they may use that as drama next season, if Maya starts to feel left out or whatever the case may be. But you just know there's an easy way for Jack to get extra involved, overstep, especially when the baby is born and then Maya will feel left out, she doesn't have any biological connection to the child and then here we go...unless they want to really stick with this found family trope that they've done throughout the show so they won't pit them against each other but I don't know what any of these writers are thinking anymore.

#asks #anon #station 19 #im still just hoping its not successful but i think it will be #and then the green card won't get approved and that will be the drama of it all #and i just...ugh #want no part of a pregnant carina in italy with maya AND jack freaking out

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honeydazai · 2 years

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Warm Wisps

feat.: Viktor / fem!reader

summary: After you express your disappointment to Viktor about him forgetting Valentine's Day, he's determined to make it up to you. Little did you know that, when, a day later, things turn heated between you, you're not as alone as you thought you were.

warnings: nsfw content, semi-public sex, mild exhibitionism, accidental voyeurism, pet names, oral sex, vaginal sex, mild hair pulling, teasing, fluff, angst, porn | ao3 link | reblogs appreciated!

“For such a festive occasion, you're certainly in a mood.”

Jayce glanced at you from where he was currently tugging at his tie, making sure every piece of his attire sat perfectly. He took another brief look at his reflection, obviously pleased by what he was seeing, before turning to you.

“Festive occasion?” You scoffed, unable to resist the urge to roll your eyes. “No idea what you could possibly mean by that.”

“Oh, come on.” Jayce's smile was pure warmth as he nudged your arm with his. “Don't tell me you're one of those people who claim to despise Valentine's Day.”

“I'm not.” A sigh. “There's just nothing for me to look forward to today.”

“And why's that?”

“Oh, I don't know. Perhaps the Hexcore has nicer thighs than I do.”

Jayce snorted, amused, as he shook his head. “I can assure you, it doesn't.” His gaze turned softer for a moment. “Viktor isn't trying to be mean or neglectful, you know? He's just—, well, he's not used to this yet. To a relationship. Have mercy on him with your wrath, will you?”

And even though you visibly deflated with another heavy sigh, your shoulders falling, you nodded. “I know, and I understand how important his work is to him — to you both. I just wish we could spend more time together.”

“Now you're making me feel bad”, Jayce said, his tone playful. “I'm sure Mel wouldn't mind if you joined me and her for dinner, if that'd cheer you up.”

The offer was heartwarming, really. The thought of spending Valentine's Day with a happy couple, however, was not.

“Thanks, I appreciate it”, you replied, a wry smile curling your lips. “I'm not really keen on third wheeling, though. I'll just spend the evening at home, crying while eating pralines I bought myself.”

When noticing Jayce's frown, you were quick to shake your head, hands raised in mock surrender. “Just joking, of course. Don't worry. Now go and enjoy your date, lover boy.”

“Your loss then.” He shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “We would've even walked you home.” For just a moment, he hesitated before straightening his posture. “How do I look?”

“Very handsome”, you said, your tone teasing. “No, seriously—, you look great. That suit was a good choice, the colour makes your eyes pop. Don't leave Mel waiting, though.”

Jayce beamed.

At this point you were pretty sure the world was mocking you, that some Gods from above were dead set on making your life a comedy sketch. You weren't sure how to explain the sheer amount of Valentine's Day advertisements you had been exposed to on the way back to your and Viktor's apartment otherwise.

No matter if artfully arranged bouquets of roses, the finest pralines or delicate jewellery “that she was bound to love” — everything that capitalism had up its sleeve to market love, it threw at you, despite the walk only being ten minutes long.

It probably would have hurt less to be single.

Arriving home was as much of a relief as it was a disappointment; every last bit of hope that had been flickering in your chest like a waning candle that, maybe, just maybe, there was going to be a romantic surprise waiting for you was crushed the second you stepped through the door.

No one was home.

It was a depressing looking flat, really; the Academy had decided to give out apartments to people affiliated with it, no matter if scientists, professors or the occasional lucky student with perfect grades. The rooms were large — too large for the pathetically small sofa you and Viktor owned.

No one had gotten around to decorating the rooms or even painting the walls yet, and while you had liked the few stray diagrams laying on random surfaces before, you suddenly felt the urge to rip them into pieces.

With a sigh, you instead slipped your heels off, not caring enough to put them away properly — they looked just as good in the middle of the hallway as in a shoe rack. There was no one around to care anyway.

The dress you had chosen — horribly tight and squeezing your ribs until you felt like your lungs were bursting, or what Mel had called 'form-fitting' — was awfully uncomfortable, but you weren't in the mood to do anything but collapse onto the sofa with a glass of red wine and a piece of plain white bread. In hindsight, you really should have bought some pralines.

By the time the front door opened once more, it was long past midnight. The rhythmic thumping of a cane accompanied each of Viktor's steps, though you didn't even bother to turn around and greet him the way you usually did when you, on occasion, stayed up that late.

“You're still awake.”

Surprise laced Viktor's voice; sarcasm dripped off yours. “Yeah. I wanted to celebrate this day properly. Hope you don't mind.”

A few beats of nerve-wracking silence followed, in which you could feel Viktor's eyes raking over your form, taking in your appearance; the now wine stained dress and carefully done makeup.

“Ah.” Viktor sighed. “I'm terribly sorry, dear. I just—, I don't know where my mind was today.”

“Not with me, obviously.”

“Not with you”, Viktor agreed, the words soft, and a slight dip in the sofa, as well as his hand on your arm, signaled him sitting down next to you, “And I'm truly sorry about that. These things, Valentine's Day and flowers and all of that, are still new to me, but that's no excuse, of course. I apologise if I hurt you.”

For the first time that day, you spared a glance at Viktor, at the careful smile on his lips from his attempted apology, at the dark circles underneath his eyes.

Still, you scoffed.

“You did hurt me, yes. Not just that — you embarrassed me. Jayce even invited me along to dinner with him and Mel because of how pathetic I must have looked.”

His face fell.

You grimaced; despite the fact that these were the words, the feelings, you had wanted to confront him with for the whole night, you didn't feel relieved after finally saying them.

If anything, you felt worse.

Viktor visibly hesitated before speaking again, his voice uncharacteristically meek; “We can still spend some time together. I—, it's obvious you won't believe me now, not when you're this upset, rightfully so, but I enjoy nothing more than being around you.”

His hand grasped yours, your fingers intertwining as he tilted his head to the side, meeting your frown with a strained smile.

“We can still fix this, dear. How about I cook tonight, hm?”

“Valentine's Day's over.” You were being unfair, you knew you were. Tears you had refused to let fall for the past hours prickled like tiny needles behind your eyes. “There's nothing left to fix.”

“Oh. Oh, don't cry, please.” One of Viktor's palms cradled your face, lithe fingers curling underneath your jaw as he swiped one of your tears away using his thumb. “Dear, look at me. Please.”

When you did, there was an all too familiar expression of determination painted onto his face.

“I'm going to make it up to you, I promise.” Viktor shifted his weight a little, leaning forward as a result, and his lips ghosted over your own; not quite touching, not quite a kiss. Just a promise.

“I'll make it up to you. For now, let's go to sleep, alright? You must be exhausted and, frankly, I am too.”

Your plans, forged from hurt and disappointment, of banishing him to the rather tiny sofa for this night crumbled when you nodded in agreement. As Viktor moved to stand, however, you paused with a frown.

“No. Give me a minute, I'll be right back.”

And even though it was now Viktor's turn to pinch his eyebrows together, confusion obvious on his face, you quickly made your way to the kitchen, only to reappear a few minutes later with two bowls of steaming soup.

“You made dinner?” Viktor raised his brows as he swirled his spoon in the soup.

You shrugged. “No, it's canned soup. Only had to warm it up, but it's better than nothing, I guess.” While the Academy came up for your housing, they sadly didn't provide any groceries. “Especially since I'd bet my hand on the fact that you didn't eat anything all day.”

“Thank you.” A pause. “And you're right, I forgot to eat lunch—, and breakfast, and technically dinner, too. Sorry. Though I honestly didn't expect a scolding about me taking care of myself after I let you down today.”

“You don't get it. I'm angry, yes. You hurt my feelings”, you said, raising the bowl a little to wrinkle your nose at the smell. This kind of soup had never been your favourite. Perhaps that was why it was cheapest. “That doesn't mean I suddenly don't care about you or your wellbeing anymore.”

Viktor huffed out a laugh, though it seemed grateful. “You astound me again and again, dear. Thank you.”

“No pet names. I'm still mad at you, remember?”

“Of course.”

The rest of the night passed in a blur. One moment you carelessly left the empty bowls on the kitchen counter, the next you were already falling asleep, pointedly turned away from Viktor, though one of his hands rested on the curve of your hip as always. You didn't have the heart to slap it away.

The next morning came in the form of thunder cracking in the sky, accompanied by the sound of a horribly loud voice booming through your apartment. It took you a second to recognise it as Jayce's, and briefly you wondered how he managed to sound more obnoxious than a thunderstorm.

A head peeked into your bedroom, though Jayce quickly raised his gaze to the ceiling to avoid staring at you in nothing but a sheer nightgown.

“Oh, good. You're awake.”

“How could I not be when there's a guy with the grace of an oversized Poro stumbling around my flat?” With a yawn, you quickly stretched your arms out and drew your blanket up higher. Jayce's neck must have been cramping by now. “I'm covered, you can look. How did you get in, anyway?”

Jayce's smile was sheepish as he shrugged. “You know, as a Councillor, I got keys to all these apartments. For emergencies, of course.”

“That's just creepy.”

“Anyway”, Jayce pointedly cleared his throat, his gaze falling to the empty side of your bed and, oh, you only noticed now that Viktor was nowhere to be seen, “I just wanted to see if my dear partner was lazing around here, but it appears not.”

You frowned. “Isn't he at the lab?”

“No, that's why I came to check if everything was alright. I considered two possibilities; that you actually murdered him in your rage or that you two had such good makeup sex that he slept in.”

Your pillow hit him square in the face, wiping the stupid smirk off his lips. “You're one to talk!” A laugh left your mouth. “Should I lend you some of my concealer? That'd be useful for those hickeys on your neck.”

Jayce's cheeks flushed. “You're joking. There's nothing visible, right?”

“Honestly, you look like you had a busy night. It's pretty obvious. Everyone can tell.”

“I walked through all of Piltover looking like this, making a fool of myself—, Mel could've said something!”

“Yeah, I feel like she did that on purpose.” You snickered. “Now get out, I'll get dressed so we can go and search for Viktor.”

Jayce nodded, though he hesitated before fully closing the door, his brows furrowed as if in deep thought.

“Wait, so if I, in your eyes, resemble an oversized Poro — cruel comparison, by the way —, would I be the King of Poros?”

“I said get out, Jayce.”

Your legs were aching. You had been searching for Viktor for at least five hours now, to no avail, and the weather had never once cleared. At least your umbrella had shielded you from most, if not all of the rain.

Still, the day had been wasted, your legs were trembling, and even though Jayce had offered to carry you, you'd rather not be seen getting lifted bridal style by the Man of Progress.

In the end, you both ended up at the lab, where you gratefully collapsed onto one of the few chairs; your calves were already wobbling and, honestly, you had no idea how much one had to exercise daily to look as unaffected by physical exhaustion as Jayce did.

“He's still gone.” Jayce sighed, his expression one of internal conflict as he twirled a pen he had picked up for seemingly no reason between his fingers. It gracelessly fell back onto the desk with a clicking noise that shouldn't have been as annoying as it was. “I just hope he's alright. It's not like him to not set a foot into the lab.”

He turned to you with a scowl, though it seemed more worried than scolding. “You weren't too hard on him, were you? Viktor's sensitive, you know. He just has a hard time showing it.”

“Jayce, we didn't fight.” A pause. “Not much, at least”, you tacked on as an afterthought.

Another heavy sigh left Jayce's opened lips, one that sounded like all oxygen was getting pushed out of his mouth with one exhale.

With that big of a chest, he probably had quite large lungs.

You grimaced. What an odd thought.

“Well”, you said, pushing yourself to your feet again with a shrug, “There's nothing to do except wait. Maybe he's home already.”

“Yeah, might be”, Jayce said, his voice soft. “Want me to walk you home?”

“No need. I plan on stopping by the library. Still have a book to return.”

“Oh, no worries. I'll just wait for you”, Jayce said, once more picking up the pen from earlier. “And if Viktor isn't back by tomorrow, I'll send some Enforcers to look for him.”

At this time of the day, the Academy seemed abandoned. The students had gone home already, given how no more lectures were being held when it was almost nighttime, and most Professors had better things to do with their time than stray around empty hallways.

Because of the eerie atmosphere, as well as the thunderstorm that had your whole body tensing with every loud crack of thunder, it was no surprise that you flinched when, quite suddenly, someone cleared their throat behind you.

You froze mid movement, your arm stretched out to place a book back on the shelf and, god, your heart had nearly stopped beating for a second at the shock.

“You're skittish.” Viktor's amused scoff sent a warm puff of air against your neck, and you realised just how close he was.

You raised your eyebrows, visibly taken aback. “You're—, you're here. We've been searching for you all day”, you eventually said, your tone accusatory, though Viktor only chuckled.

“Ah, well, to be fair I would've thought you'd come to the library during official opening hours. I've been waiting for you all day.”

“Oh”, was the sound that left your mouth, a frown painted onto your features. “But why? We were—, I was worried. Why the library?”

Viktor was still right behind you, his body caging yours against the shelf, and, fuck, you didn't even have enough space to turn around. Every exhale of his against your throat sent shivers down your spine.

He made a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat. “You always mentioned you thought of the library as beautifully atmospheric. Besides, it was closed the whole day. Something about a rat problem.”

“A rat problem?” you echoed, and if Viktor's laugh was anything to go by, you weren't able to keep the fear from seeping into your voice.

“I'm joking, dear. No sense of humour, really.” He shook his head, chuckling, and as he took a step back, you almost instantly missed the feeling of his warmth pressing against your body. “There aren't any exams coming up in months. That's why no one's here.”

You finally turned around, your arms crossed in front of your chest as you narrowed your eyes. “So no rats?”

“No rats, promise.” Viktor raised his hands in mock surrender. “Now, aren't you curious about what I've been doing all day?”

“Of course I am.” Your apprehension quickly turned to eagerness. “Show me?”

With a simple nod, Viktor led you to another room, his free hand on the small of your back. The first thing you noticed were the fairy lights, which were illuminating your surroundings, casting a warm light onto sheer endless rows of bookshelves.

Then, your gaze fell almost instinctively onto the decorated space in front of you; onto the set table and the roses, the candles.

For just a second you were about to comment on the fire hazard that was 'candles' and 'old library' in one sentence, though you then discovered that the light sources weren't candles at all, but tiny, glowing crystals.

“Oh—, did you do all this?”

“Obviously.” Viktor sounded more than a little pleased with himself. “I take it you like it?”

To say that you liked it was an understatement. Unable to convert your amazement into words, you simply nodded, lips slightly opened, and if Viktor thought the way you were gawking at the sight in front of you was odd, he didn't comment on it.

Instead he smiled, and, oh, you had been so enthralled by how much work preparing this must have been that you hadn't even noticed him grabbing a bouquet of flowers from the desk.

“I must apologise again for forgetting about yesterday. There's really no excuse for that.” Viktor's smile was wry as he shrugged. “I can only hope for your forgiveness, but, even if you won't be able to forget about this, I want you to know that I don't take your love for granted.”

“Viktor—”

“You don't have to decide if you intend to forgive me immediately. For now, just join me for dinner, will you?”

At that, you frowned. “Wait, were you the one doing the cooking or did you buy this?”

Viktor snorted while drawing your chair back, prompting you to sit down, before moving to his own seat, the cane clicking against the wooden floors of the library. “I made it, but it's very much edible, if that's what you're concerned about. Thank you very much for your trust in my culinary skills, dear.”

“I didn't mean it like that”, you protested, though you couldn't help but chuckle. “I'm sure it's amazing. And thank you for the flowers. They're gorgeous.”

Viktor hummed. “Your favourites, if I'm correct.” Smartass. You were certain he had no doubts about being mistaken.

“Yes. Thank you for remembering.” Your smile was soft, your gaze filled with warmth. “I love you. And forgiving you is easy enough — I've done that the second you apologised to me yesterday.”

“Oh? So you're saying I wouldn't have had to go through the trouble of setting up a date spot in the Academy's library? You could've mentioned that earlier.”

You genuinely weren't sure what exactly it was that Viktor had made for dinner, just that there were lots of herbs mixed together into a salad, but whatever it was, it melted on your tongue like butter, the taste rich.

In fact, it was so good you weren't able to keep a moan from leaving your throat.

“At least finish eating before we get to that part.” Viktor's eyes sparkled with mirth. “Being this impatient is just rude.”

You scoffed in response. “You're horrible. But I'll let that slide, given how much work this must have been. No, but seriously, how did you do all this in one day?”

“Eh, it was a piece of work, but I managed. The weather wasn't in my favour, but I guess a thunderstorm is pretty atmospheric too.” Viktor's lips curled into a smirk. “Did Jayce keep you busy today?”

A pause, an incredulous blink. “Wait—, was he in on this? Was that part of your plan?”

“No, it wasn't. Don't worry”, Viktor said, shaking his head with a chuckle while raising his glass to his lips. “Jayce might be a Councillor now, but he's still terrible at lying. I simply guessed he'd make you join his search for me.”

“Well, you guessed correctly. My legs are still aching.”

Viktor grimaced, though in a joking manner. “Making sure you can't walk tomorrow was my plan, but it seems Jayce already managed to do that.”

Your fork clinked against your plate. “You could still do that nonetheless.”

“Well, there's still dessert, but I wouldn't mind having you first.”

And even though your cheeks flushed at his words, you nodded. Your attention was drawn to the conveniently placed sofa, and Viktor smirked as he followed your gaze.

“Right here? You know, I had planned on seducing you properly until you'd fall into bed with me at home, but it seems you're more needy than I had anticipated.”

Teasingly slow, he made his way around the table to sit down on the sofa, his legs spread as he leaned back. Despite being absolutely innocent in itself, the sight, the implication, sent heat down your spine and a flush to your cheeks.

Without wasting any more time, you sank to your knees in front of him, the old wooden floor cold and hard beneath you.

Before Viktor was able to protest, you had his trousers unbuttoned and shoved down, only to immediately close your lips around his half-hard dick.

Your tongue moved along the bottom of it, tracing over bulging veins as you slowly took more of him in, guiding his cock down your throat.

For just a moment you had to pull back, wrinkling your nose as tears welled up in your eyes — you always forgot just how big Viktor actually was.

Not that that would have stopped you.

A split second later, your lips were closed around the girth of it again, your hand stroking whatever you didn't manage to take.

“This is not—”, Viktor interrupted himself with a low groan, the noise alone enough to have you trembling, “not quite what I had in mind.”

Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you pulled off, relishing in the disappointed whine he let out. “Are you complaining?” You tilted your head to the side in a playful manner, making sure your warm breath hit the slick head of his cock with each exhale of yours.

“Of course not, dear.” One of his hands moved to your head to grab a good chunk of your hair; not pulling yet, just holding. “Please, continue.”

You smiled like the cat that had caught the canary. “If we weren't in a public library, I'd make you beg.”

Viktor only raised an eyebrow, looking down at you. “If we weren't in a public library, I'd make you scream.”

A moan left your mouth without your permission and Viktor, the smug bastard, smirked.

To avoid having to think of a response, you once more went down on him, whimpering a little as, this time, his nails raked over your scalp while you swallowed around his dick.

“You're so good at this.”

You weren't entirely sure if that was a compliment or a degrading comment; your cheeks flushed with warmth nonetheless.

Viktor's hips bucked up on their own accord, the tip of your nose touching his lower abdomen as you were suddenly forced to take all of him, and before you could do anything about it — focusing on breathing through your nose was impossible in a situation like this, no matter what those magazines you had read said —, you were gagging, tears spilling down your cheeks.

For just a second, Viktor held you there, groaning in pleasure, before you pulled away, still coughing.

“Too much? Shame.” He didn't even bother feigning pity.

“Don't ruin a perfectly good not-Valentine's-Day date by being an ass.”

Viktor chuckled, one hand extended to help you get up. “Apologies. I'll make it up to you.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

Your breath caught in your throat as he pulled you down onto his lap, flipping your skirt up to trace lithe fingers over the drenched fabric of your panties.

Despite the arousal fogging your mind, you made sure to place most of your weight on his left leg.

“You're so wet already”, he murmured, more to himself than to you, “Absolutely soaked.”

Your underwear was then pushed to the side; you whined as one, two of his fingers caressed your wet folds almost gently, the touch good but not nearly enough.

“Come on”, you urged, impatient, needy, and Viktor chuckled before grabbing your hips, fingers digging into your soft skin. You had expected to sink down on his dick then, which was why it came as a surprise when, instead, you were being bent over the plush arm of the sofa.

Viktor shuffled to his knees behind you, his hips flush with your ass as he took a second to trace your folds with a finger, his thumb feathering over your clit for only a moment.

“Isn't the position—”, you were cut off by your own whimper as the head of his dick nudged against your hole, not pressing inside yet, just teasing, “Isn't it too much on your leg?”

Viktor scoffed, amusement lacing his voice. “Bold of you to assume you'll last long enough for it to become straining.”

With those words, he pushed into you, stretching you open in a way that had your jaw gone slack with pleasure. You bit down on your swollen bottom lip to stifle a moan — in vain, of course, because the second Viktor began moving, you were nothing short of a mess with garbled moans of his name and pleas for more spilling from your mouth.

“Viktor”, you gasped out, your back arching as you tried to meet his thrusts, “So good, please, more—”

Your knuckles were slowly turning white with how much force you dug your nails into the plush covers of the sofa and, oh, that was going to leave marks in the fabric, but that was a problem for another day.

Viktor was panting, low groans and moans that rivaled your own in audible desperation leaving his mouth. At some point he had leaned forward, bending over to cover your body with his own, and as his teeth scraped over your neck, you let your head drop to offer more of your throat to his mouth.

“Viktor—”

“God, you feel so good around me. Such a tight little cunt.”

The harsh words sent heat to your face, though you, at the same time, clenched around his cock, slick gushing out of you and dripping down your thighs.

“Harder, harder, please”, you whined, your hardened nipples rubbing against the sofa with every movement, “Need you, please, Viktor, please fuck me—”

At a particularly hard thrust, you keened, the noise high-pitched and utterly needy, and you swore the head of his cock hit your cervix.

One of Viktor's hands, calloused from years long of tinkering, moved from where it had occasionally been squeezing your upper thigh higher and higher up, until you were writhing with the urge for him to touch you.

Just as he was almost there, his thumb so so close to your clit, teasing you, the sound of a door falling closed startled both of you.

The noise echoed through the large library, making you pause, and you were holding your breath in hopes of no one walking in on you.

Your cunt, however, throbbed at the idea of that happening.

If the way Viktor sucked in a sharp breath was anything to go by, he was certainly able to feel your heightened arousal.

As there were no sounds like approaching footsteps or enraged yelling of a tiny, furry Professor to be heard about a minute later, Viktor slowly picked up his abandoned rhythm again, his dick nudging against that one spot inside of you with each push.

“You'd love it if someone were to walk in on us right now.” It wasn't a question, and you didn't have the energy to deny it.

Instead you mewled in agreement, your thighs trembling as Viktor smirked against your neck.

“Who do you imagine, I wonder? The Professor, who'd be oh so disappointed at seeing you reduced to a drooling mess?” He huffed out a laugh, though it sounded strained with arousal. “Or perhaps one of the guards? They're all scumbags. They'd want to join in as a deal to keep quiet about this.”

You let out another whine, your chin slick with your own saliva, arousal still dripping down your legs and pooling on the sofa's cushions. Viktors pace turned unyielding, brutal, as he got closer to his own orgasm, need and impatience evident in his jerky movements, in the way his cock throbbed inside of you.

Then, suddenly, his thumb rubbed over your clit relentlessly and, at the same time, he craned his neck forward so his mouth was next to your ear; “I bet you'd let them. Slut.”

With those words replaying in your mind and a cry that, if anyone was still here, would've attracted attention for sure, you came, your vision whitening out and your cunt tightening around Viktor.

He reached his orgasm a few moments later, his cock buried inside of you to the hilt as he filled you up with liquid warmth, teeth clamping down on your neck when he did.

You found yourself unable to suppress a whine as Viktor pulled out, some of his cum dripping out of your loose hole, and, fuck, that sofa was definitely ruined, and while you should've been worried about that, you genuinely couldn't possibly have cared less right now.

With a yawn, you leaned against Viktor's side where he had sat back down. Your body felt sore, exhausted, but undeniably sated as you let your head drop against Viktor's shoulder.

“Thank you for this. It was a wonderful date.” You smiled, more than a little sleepy. “I love you.”

Viktor hummed in response. “I love you too.”

A few moments passed, your eyes fluttering closed.

“We should go”, you eventually said, although you would've preferred nothing more than to simply collapse fully onto the sofa and fall asleep.

Apparently, Viktor shared your enthusiasm. “Give me a moment, love. I'm feeling a little unstable.”

“Of course.”

The next morning, Jayce avoided both of your gazes, his cheeks a dusty pink whenever his eyes accidentally landed on either you or Viktor.

His behaviour had you frowning with confusion — perhaps he was embarrassed for having been this worried about Viktor's disappearance a day before? — and, even though you had tried to confront him multiple times, he kept on avoiding your questions.

If Viktor's chuckle was anything to go by, he seemed to have guessed the true reason for Jayce's awkward behaviour.

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Fearing You, Loving You | Part 3

Word Count: 3.3k

Genre: smut, angst, some fluff

Warnings: dom!felix, sub!reader, yandere!felix, cockwarming, blowjob, felix loves hentai and humiliating oc, filming, creampie, spitting, mentions of violence.

Sequel to I'm Yours, You're Mine

Gif credit @915archive (yes I'm only gonna use your gifs for lix from now on lol)

You decided that you can't just passively accept your condition. You had to do something to improve your situation, and you know just what to do.

When Felix comes home from work, you greet him with a kiss that surprises him before you lead him to the bathroom where you had drawn him a bath, gently stripping him and pulling him to the tub.

Felix stares at you in wonder as get a loofah and pour some body wash on it.

"What's the occasion?" He asks, happily leaning into your touch.

"Can't a woman show her husband how much she appreciates him?" You drawl, knowing that his delusional mind and his need to believe that everything is okay will make him easily accept your answer. “I just want to show you how much I love you…”

He relaxes into your touch completely as you gently scrub his body and wash his hair while he lay calm and content like a cat between your arms.

He looked so happy and peaceful, and you lean in to give his pouty lips a peck. His eyes spring open, staring at you in awe before they turn into the lovely crescents they get when he smiles.

“I love you.” He beams, and you curse your heart for still fluttering at his words after all he’s done, but you still can't bring yourself to reply, and Felix's face turns hard. He grabs your hands, stopping your movements. "Tell me you love me."

You hold his gaze for a minute, your heart hammering against your ribcage, before you force yourself to smile.

“I’m madly in love with you.” You murmur, washing the conditioner out of his hair before you pull him up to his feet and wrap a towel around his waist.

Taking his hand in yours, you lead him into the bedroom, drying him off and grabbing a bottle of lotion. Carefully, you rub the product over his skin, taking care to massage the areas you think might be sore like his neck and his back. You tell yourself that you’re only doing this to appease him so that he'll let you have a relationship with your child, disregarding the ball of warmth that keeps growing in the center of your chest with each happy sigh and loving glance he throws at you.

You dress him up in soft pajamas and sit behind to dry his hair. His eyes are closed and his mouth hangs ever slightly open as he surrenders himself to your touch. He looks so soft, just like the Felix you used to know, that you can’t help but let the towel fall away as you run your fingers through his soft, wet her and press your lips to his cheek. Felix hums appreciatively, leaving his head to the side to give you better access, when a knock sounds at the door, making you jump back.

"Can I come in, daddy?" Your daughter’s sweet voice pipes up from behind the door.She wasn't allowed to step into the master bedroom without permission, and said permission could only be given by her father if he was present. Felix opens his eyes and is met by your longing ones, silently begging him to let your daughter in.

He doesn’t look like he wants this moment to be interrupted so you’re shocked when his reply comes, voice deep with exhaustion."Come in, sweetheart."

Your heart swells and you smile brightly at him. It's working!

He responds with a tired smile of his own as the girl opens the door and timidly comes in.

"What are you doing?" She asks curiously.

"Mommy is doing daddy's hair." You beam, playing with Felix’s hair absently.

"Oh!" Her eyes sparkle, "Can I be the one who styles your hair, daddy?"

Felix chuckles lowly at her enthusiasm, "Of course, princess."

The girl squeaks in happiness and jumps in place. "I just have to get some stuff from my room. I'll be right back."

You stare lovingly at her small retreating form. When she's gone, your eyes go back to Felix and you see him looking up at you with adoration in his eyes that makes your breath hitch in your throat. He takes one of your hands in his and places a soft kiss to the back of it. "This is perfect, darling. Thank you. I promise you that I'll do whatever it takes if it means we’ll be together forever, my sweet.”

Your breath hitches and hand shakes in his hold. A million conflicting emotions swelled up inside you, but they were all smothered as soon as your daughter steps back into the door, jumping onto the bed with her little box of hair accessories and a comb.

You pull your hand away as she gets to work, and you watch them closely, eyes trained on your daughter’s excited smile as she messes with her daddy’s hair, and the equally as gorgeous smile he has on his face as he lets her unleash her creative side on him, encouraging her all the while.

They looked so happy all wrapped up in their little bubble, and you so wanted to be part of it too. You could be. He promised you you can, if only you’d be good. And isn’t that what you wanted? The love of your daughter and your husband? Why were you fighting him so hard?

“Do you prefer the pink ribbon or the sparkly clip, daddy?” Your girl holds the items in her small hands to show them off and Felix pursues his lips in contemplation.

“The clip I think.” You cut in, brushing Felix’s hair down. “It matches daddy’s sparkly eyes, don’t you think?”

“Ohh, that’s right!” Your girl exclaims, putting the ribbon down and placing the clip in Felix’s hair. “What do you think, daddy?”

“I don’t know. What does mommy think?” He holds your hand, smiling up at you, and you know you’re doing the right thing.

“I love it. You look really pretty, honey.” You lace your fingers with his, “You did a great job, sweetheart.”

“Yaaay!” Your girl claps in excitement, and Felix turns to her. “Would you like to go get some donuts, princess?”

“Yes, daddy!” She chirps and jumps off the bed. “I’ll go get dressed.”

Your smile falls. You weren’t allowed to go on outings like this with them lest you steal your daughter and run away or alert anyone.

"You wanna come with, love?" He brings your hand back to his lips, pressing a kiss to it.

You couldn't believe how well this was working. You haven't been allowed out like this in years! Maybe you just needed to be nicer to him, and he'll give you everything just like he promised.

You don’t give him a moment to reconsider, rushing to accept. "I'd love to!"

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Everything was perfect. The night breeze, your daughter's excited voice, the city lights. This is what you could have, always.

Only one detail was off, how Felix never let go of your daughter's hand. But you don't let that bother you. You still needed to prove to him that he can trust you. And everything will be good again.

You step into the store with a bright smile, following Felix to the register and watching him pay for the donuts and coffee. You all then go to select the donuts you want. You pick a chocolate one and a strawberry one.

While Felix and your daughter choose their own donuts, the barista tells you that your coffee is ready. Not thinking, you leave your husband and daughter and go to pick up the coffee.

"Umm where is the sugar--" You wonder absentmindedly before spotting it and reaching out for it. The barista reaches out at the same time and your hands touch. You quickly pull away, the both of you laughing.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You smile, a little embarrassed.

“That’s okay. I don’t mind touching hands with such a pretty lady.” The barista flirts, passing you the sugar. You sheepishly reach out to take them, feeling a little anxious for some reason you can’t pinpoint.

You realize your mistake when someone else intercepts you and snatches the sugar packets away. You look up to see a very angry Felix glaring the man down. "She is pretty, isn't she? She’s also my wife."

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I was just trying to help.” The barista clears his throat and looks down.

“I’m sure you were.” Felix grits, quickly putting the sugar in the coffee and stirring it. As soon as he’s done, he hands you the coffee and drags both you and your daughter out of the shop.

The walk back home he is silent despite your daughter’s constant attempts to make small talk. When you reach your building, he tells you to go up and get dinner ready.

"Where are you going daddy?" Your daughter asks, and Felix glares at you. "Daddy has to take care of something, princess."

You blanch, holding onto him. "Felix, please."

He leans down to whisper in your ear, "Do you want to make a scene in front of your daughter? Wanna let her hear how much of a slut her mother is?"

Tears well up in your eyes and you shake your head. Everything was so perfect. How did it go so wrong? You were so stupid. If you hadn't moved from Felix's side, none of this would've happened.

Felix pulls you off of him and orders you to go upstairs, and with a teary face you obey.

When you step into the apartment, your daughter turns to you with crossed arms and a frown on her little face. “You made daddy angry again, didn’t you?”

You stare at her in shock. “What?”

“You always make daddy angry. You always ruin everything.”

Finding yourself angry for the first time at your daughter. "You don't know anything. You don't know how much I sacrificed for your sake!"

"I don't care. You only make daddy sad and I hate you."

Her words stab at your heart. With blurry eyes, you grab her and throw her into her room, locking the door behind her and falling to the floor in a sobbing mess.

You felt wretched. You felt abandoned. You know it's not your daughter's fault, that she's brainwashed, but her words hurt you so much and you find yourself craving reassurance and affection that you know you can only get from one person.

Wiping your tears, you go to your room to dress up for him, wearing the lingerie dress he had wanted to see on you, and then go to the kitchen to make him dinner, hoping that would appease him enough to give you what you need.

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When you hear the door open you freeze in your spot, all your fears reaching their extremes again. You remain still as a statue as you hear his footsteps approach until he's right behind you, his body flush against yours, his hands snaking up your body to grab at your breasts.

“Did you enjoy your little show babe?" He asks, tone sharp.

"No." You quickly attempt to clarify, "I didn't mean to be bad."

"Is that why you looked like you were going to get on your knees in the middle of the store and blow him?"

You shake your head harshly, "I didn't. I just smiled because I was nervous."

He scoffs, his small hands pushing your dainty bra down and roughly groping your tits. "You think I believe you? God, I let you out once thinking you'll be good, but my little cockslut can't help herself, huh?"

“No, Felix--” Tears brim your eyes once again. He wasn't giving you what you wanted. “I would never do anything to betray you.”

"But you did." He growls, rubbing your pussy coarsely while squeezing your tits. “I should’ve bred you before leaving. You’re much better behaved when my cum is dripping down your legs and reminding you of who you belong to.”

“I’m sorry.” You sob, leaning into his touch, hoping to appease him.

"You will be sorry, baby.“ He promises, making you shiver as he backs away, “Put the food on the table. No plate for you. Whores don't get to eat food. I'll keep your mouth busy with something else."

You know what’s coming, and you feel incredibly humiliated. "No, Felix, please. It's embarrassing."

"Good. You should be embarrassed. If you're gonna act like a cock-hungry slut then you need to be treated like one." He snarls, chuckling at your tears. “You’re crying? Baby I haven’t even given you anything to cry about.”

Helplessly, you prepare his plate for him, already expecting his command.

“Get on your knees.” He sneers, watching you get between his legs. “Take my cock out and suck on it.”

You try to obey but when you see the blood stains on his pants, you stop abruptly. “Felix, what did you....”

He looks down at you with heavy eyes and smirks, "Don't worry I didn't kill the man you were drooling after. I just made sure he won't look at other men's wives again."

You shiver, not knowing quite what he means, With Felix this could be anything from a slight warning to a crippling attack. You know he won’t give you more information though so, for your own sake, you unzip his pants and pull out his hard dick, immediately taking it in your mouth.

"That's a good girl." He breathes out, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. "Show your master how sorry you are."

You swirl your tongue around his dick, sucking on it earnestly, but as you pull up to breathe he pushes you down, making you take him completely, your nose brushing against his pubic bone with his length fully down your throat. He holds you there and you try to relax your throat as much as possible and try to breathe through your nose, knowing he’ll keep you there.

And he does. Through the whole meal, he stays balls deep in your throat, only resurfacing to fuck your mouth before he buries his dick in your throat again.

Soon, your jaw gets sore, making your saliva dribble all over his dick and crotch, but Felix doesn't care. In fact, it turns him on, knowing you’re struggling to accommodate his length.

It feels like forever before he lets you go, letting you crash back against the table as you cough and gasp in. You raise your hand to your face to wipe at the mess you've made but Felix stops you.

“Don't clean up. I want you just like you are, my dirty slut.”

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He has you on your back on the bed, arms hooked under your thighs and shackled together so that they are pulled up to your chest, immobilizing you and laying your pussy bare for him.

The flash of the camera goes off as your husband takes a picture of you in the compromising position.

He stares at it as it develops then he shows it to you, making your cheeks flame red at seeing just how lewd you look.

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby. And all mine, right?”

"Yes, baby, all yours." You gush, hoping he'd have mercy on you.

He brushes his fingers down your thigh, skipping over your core and going up the other one, making you shake in need.

"Want my fingers in your pussy, honey?" He murmurs, brushing the tips of his fingers up and down your pussy with a feather light touch that only makes you whimper out in need.

"Yes, Lix. Need you so bad." You gasp as his palm meets your pussy is a sharp slap, making your body convulse at the intense sensation.

"Is that what you call your owner after everything you've done?"

You shake your head, "No, master. I'm sorry."

"That's better." He purrs, slipping his middle finger inside of you. It was barely enough, just brushing your walls as he pumps it in and out of you.

"More, please, master."

"You're so greedy. Always begging for more."

He pushes his index in, the pads of his fingers brushing ever so slightly over your walls. You struggle, your body trying to close your legs but you can't.

He curls his fingers and rubs back and forth against your g-spot, making you shake. "Master, please."

“You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

You nod, trying to appease him, and whine in distress when he takes his fingers out of your pussy. He brings them up to your mouth.

"Tongue out." He says gruffly, placing his fingers on your tongue and pumping them in and out of your mouth, occasionally hitting the back of your throat and making you gag around them.

"You're mine, baby. You were made for me. If only you would see." He sighs, taking a picture of you choking on his fingers before pulling them away, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake.

He presses his dick against your entrance and you whimper.

"Gonna give you my cock now. Gonna stuff you full." He purrs, pushing himself inside. "Let's see if I can get your eyes to roll back into your skull, angel."

He takes multiple pictures of you as he fucks you, instructing you on how to pose and what faces to make.

"Yeah, that's it darling. Gonna carry these around to show to any man you try to seduce so they'd know whose slut you are."

You shake your head, tears brimming along your eyelashes from how roughly he's fucking you. This isn't what you wanted. You need him to love you and be gentle with you.

"That's not true!" You sob, barely able to get the words out between him railing you and your uncontrollable tears. "I didn't do anything. I was good just like you wanted."

"Don't fucking lie to my face!" He grits, throwing the camera to the side and grabbing your thighs so he can brutally drive his hips into yours, his cock not giving your pussy a break. "I saw the way you were looking at him."

"No. No." Your eyes roll up as you feel your pussy start to clench around him, his cock forcing the orgasm out of you.

"There you go. That's my good slut."

You see the flash of the camera go off as you cum, and you can't even imagine how fucked out you look right now.

He grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. "Say ahhh."

Dumbly, you obey, opening your mouth wide for him to spit into. You keep your mouth open while he takes a picture of you.

"Swallow." He commands, watching you with dark eyes as you do and groaning when you open your mouth again to show him. "Good girl. You got me so close, baby. Gonna give you all my cum. You want it, baby?"

You whimper in agreement, your poor pussy getting sore and overstimulated.

"I should take away your birth control and stuff you full of my cum. Give you another baby and keep you pregnant all the time so everyone would know that your pussy is taken." His pace gets sloppy and erratic as he nears his end.

"No, baby, please. Don't."

"Shut up, slut. I'll make it so everyone will know that you're claimed." He jerks his hips forward one last time before he groans loudly and his cock twitches inside you, filling you up with his cum.

He stays there for a while, pluging your pussy and keeping his cum inside as if he intends on making true on his promise.

When he pulls back, you feel his seed dribble out of your pussy before a flash goes off.

"Stick your tongue out." He orders, and puts your fingers up in a double peace sign to mimic the fucked stupid characters in the hentai he loves to watch so much.

"Perfect." He smiles, showing you the picture. You look ruined, used, and entirely his.

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A/N: hope you're as dead as I am

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